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25th December, Christmas Day
There was a magical feeling in the air whenever Christmas Day came. Families united, friends from decades worth of companionship met up once again, brothers and sisters put aside their family feuds and loved ones spent the day in bliss.
It was also the time where new friendships were born, and that was the case of a large group of people.
Feliciano and Ludwig were waiting in a quiet café off the side of the Potsdamer Platz, waiting for the first arrivals of their gang to join them. Ludwig had warned the owners that there were going to be a lot of them and that it would most likely be very loud with them there. They thanked him and told him it would be fine.
‘I can’t wait until they get here!’ Feliciano whispered excitedly. ‘I haven’t seen fratello in so long.’
‘Me neither,’ Ludwig told him, smiling softly. ‘They should be here soon.’
‘Should be?’ Feliciano asked, looking smu
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24th December, 1 day until Christmas
‘Feliz Navidad!’ Antonio cried forlornly as he and Lovino walked down yet another pathway to leave.
It was Christmas Eve and the streets of Madrid were deserted, nothing left but the snow that covered the footprints of the inhabitants. Antonio and Lovino were the only ones up and about in their area as the people were either huddled in their homes or in the churches, which were blooming with their services. They only had the frosty world outside to conceal their tracks and the streetlights to guide them on their quest.
Antonio knew how important going to a church service on Christmas Eve was to Lovino. It was a tradition that ran in the family and the Spaniard knew for certain that Feliciano was doing much the same with Ludwig in Germany. It was being proved difficult to find one, however, as every church they had gone to so far had either kicked them out for “suspicion of atheism” or simply refused them entry as they
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23rd December, 2 days until Christmas
If one walked into the Bondevik household they would be greeted with a strong aroma of sugary bliss, of homemade sweets made from the heart and of past Christmases that involved the creation of these goodies. They would also walk into a scene of one laughing Dane and a scowling Norwegian, the Dane grasping a piping bag of white frosting and the Norwegian a napkin.
‘I hate you,’ Lukas grumbled. ‘What idiot does that?’
‘Aw, come on Lukas!’ Matthias cried, smiling hugely. ‘The frosting makes your coldness sweeter!’
Scoffing, Lukas turned away, wiping away the white frosting that Matthias had squeezed onto his cheeks. ‘You’re an idiot.’
‘Ja, but I’m your idiot,’ Matthias rebutted, returning to the tray of freshly baked pepperkaker.
Lukas glowered at the Dane but inwardly he was blushing a bright red hue.
‘Careful you don’t stuff that up,
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21st December, 4 days until Christmas
Everything was quiet and well in the Héderváry household. There was no outside traffic, no noisy neighbours and no unruly disturbances. The only things that were heard where the cheery trills of robins and the humbly calming music from the piano down the hall. It was all that Elizabeta desired as she sat herself down at her desk, wrapped up in a cosy shawl with a steaming mug of tea in her hands.
The morning sun’s rays hit the stack of cards that had yet to be written in and the unopened pot of glitter, its insides glimmering in the light. Elizabeta took out her list of recipients and sighed at the large number. I shouldn’t have left it this late! she scolded herself. Four days until Christmas, goodness…
‘Well, no time like the present,’ she said aloud, stretching her fingers.
She picked up the first card on the pile, a red one with a painted image of a cherub with a holly wreath. She ope
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20th December, 5 days until Christmas
‘Ludwig! This is a disaster!’
Ludwig, who had been reading the latest novel in his favourite series, looked up at the cry of despair. He saw Feliciano race into the living room where he was, on the verge of hysteria. The German wondered what on earth had happened now.
‘What’s happened?’ he asked, eyebrows raised. He shut his book and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.
‘It’s almost Christmas,’ Feliciano wailed, waving his arms animatedly in horror, ‘and we haven’t put the tree up yet!’
Blinking at the Italian, Ludwig resisted the urge to sigh. Trust Feliciano to cause panic over a little thing such as a tree! he thought, rubbing his temple in exasperation.
‘What are we going to do?’ the Italian mumbled. He began to pace the space between Ludwig and the coffee table. ‘I’ve been all around asking if anyone knew a place to get trees and t
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When Tony hadn’t come home the previous day, Pepper had been left feeling confused. When he didn’t answer her many calls, she had become angry and upset, immediately assuming the worst. When a dark entity had encased the city of New York that same afternoon, the fires smouldering and licking up the buildings, the screams of the New Yorkers reaching the heavens, her anger had been joined with fear. But when night came over the decimated town, the Avengers nowhere in sight and no word from her Tony, her fury and terror had morphed into anxiousness.
And that anxiousness doubled when the next day—after she woke up from a unrestful slumber, desperate for a coffee to soothe her jumping nerves—she found a stranger standing in the living room, the remnants of Tony’s iron suit being packed away mechanically in the background.
So naturally Pepper did the first thing a normal American would do: she took her gun from a secret compartment under the kitchen bench and sn
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To Arthur, the destruction outside on the streets looked a whole lot better than what they were all looking at within the Headquarters.
Papers of various sizes littered the carpet like ash in a fireplace and tables that were once sitting upright were turned on their sides, much like someone had used them as shields. A few chairs were missing their legs and the wheels off a couple of office ones lay scattered around them.
The lights above them flickered and spat out sparks, their entities hanging off a few dodgy wires. Paint from the walls decorated the floor and the walls themselves had several cracks and gaping gashes that appeared as though a knife had been slashed through them. The lush carpet had large stains that Arthur didn’t want to know the origin of, their colours too vibrant for his liking.
An overwhelming stench of burning rubber hit their nostrils and it was enough to make Arthur’s insides churn.
The area was a complete and utter disaster zone.
‘What the h