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International Ice Hockey Federation
May 2014 “Where is Czech Republic?” Slovakia asked his older brother. “It’s not like her to be late to a World Conference.” “How should I know?” Austria huffed. “I asked her if she could give me a ride and she brushed me off like she didn’t know me. For all I care, she can miss the whole meeting.” “She’s not the only one who is late.” Hungary added. “Plenty of other countries haven’t arrived.” “To be technical, the meeting doesn’t start in another 7 minutes.” Switzerland reported as he passed by the three countries. ̶
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PruHun: From Russia With Love
 Hungary walked down the hall, staring at the red carpet as her worries about Austria intensified with each step. This was the first time she’d been separated from Austria since their marriage ended, and Hungary was certain that Austria could not survive on his own. Switzerland wouldn’t help him, not anymore, and Germany, poor little West, had his hands full with the occupation. Hungary’s clasped hands trembled from the stress. Just as she was imagining what France would be doing to Austria, Hungary ran into someone. Czech stumbled to the side, clutching her left shoulder with a grimace. “Geez Hungary, watch where yo
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Bohemia: Frohe Weihnachten
 Austria shut the door to the kitchen and approached the table that was laden with an assortment of colorful dishes: turkey, potatoes, springerle, mashed ligonberries, weisswurst, and even a carp –something Bohemia had cooked with Hungary’s help- sat amongst the crowded dishes. Treasuring the rare silence, which would disappear in a few moments, Austria lit the candelabra and inhaled the warm aromas that wafted off the dishes before him. The heat from the food seeped into his bones and dispelled all thoughts of winter while at the same time reinforcing it with their presence. “Everything ready?” A voice behind him
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Bohemia: Language Lessons
The air inside the schoolroom was heavy from the summer heat. Bohemia longingly stared out the window, wishing she could be climbing trees or picking flowers with Italy. She flopped onto her stomach, happy that the couch cushions were soft and comfortable. Lying as she was, she could stare out the wide window for hour- “Bohemia, please read this sentence aloud.” Austria said, tapping the board on which he’d written a simple sentence. Bohemia unhappily looked at the chalkboard with eyes still wide from staring outside. A few moments passed in silence as Bohemia’s eyes slowly narrowed in thought. Time stretched on and
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Czech Chapter 6: Summer 1939
 Czech opened her eyes and sat up. She gazed around at the empty barracks –Germany didn’t have enough rooms in his house- and imagined it being filed with troops. Her troops. She missed them terribly. From sharing meals and drinks to practicing drills and shooting; every moment she’d spent with them had meant a great deal. She’d taught them strategies, and they’d taught her how to play the trumpet. She’d taught them an old drinking game, and they’d taught her one of the newer drinking games. It had been a relationship closer than that of her own family, and she’d turned away from them. ̶
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Austria's Birthday
Czech exhaled, smoothed the front of her dress and mentally prepared for the day ahead of her. It only took half a minute, but the feat seemed monumental. Austria looked up from his morning coffee at the sound of the front door opening. Czech stood in front of the closed door, staring at Austria with, not a smile, but a gentle face. She wore a long sleeved, sapphire dress that made her blue eyes seemed brighter by contrast, and the lace at her neck softened the angles of her face, making Austria forget –if just a bit- that she had been starving in the East a year ago. “Alles Gute zum Geburtstag,” Czech greeted. “Dan
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FranceXReader- Strength to Fight
 You refrained from grinning as he ran his hands through your hair. While that action ordinarily brightened your attitude, the only thing you could think about was how soft his hands were. How unready those hands were for fighting. How unready he was for fighting. “Don’t go.” You repeated, but Francis only smiled in response, a sad smile that was more tragic than happy. “I have to ma chérie.” He whispered as his hand traveled to your neck and he gently pulled you towards him for a quick kiss. It was far too innocent for the good-bye he was giving, but he had to consider the troops watching them on the wa
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HongIce: Tourist Season
 Emil watched the boats come into the harbor with a disdainful curl of his lip. While he would have given nearly anything for tourists years ago, now he would pay whatever price to keep them away. Their flashing cameras and gawking stares. Their loud screams and blatant disrespect for the wildlife. It made him physically ill. He got to his feet and made his way down the rocky hill with the swift nimbleness of a mountain goat. Once his booted feet touched the leveled earth, Emil straightened his sweater and headed for his family shop. With the surge of tourists coming in, his parents would need his help to watch the curios shop –a smal
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Bohemia: Cherry Blossoms
Austria stomped across the emerald lawns, searching for a flash of dark hair and listening for a high pitched giggle. After circling around the house twice, Austria expanded his radius and quickly found the young girl underneath the bright pink cherry tree by the west wall of the estate. “Bohemia!” Austria shouted. He broke out in an uncharacteristic run towards his sister so he could reach her before she could run away or climb the tree. In the half a minute it took him to reach his sister, though, she didn’t budge an inch. She didn’t even acknowledge Austria’s presence until he stopped in front of her and bega
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Czech Chapter 5: March 1939 (still)- Germany
 After eating the pasta and drinking two glasses of beer, Germany asked Czech if she wanted a tour of the house, so that she could find her way around more easily. Czech agreed, if only because the reason was logical, and followed the German around his house with an uneasy silence. “And here is the library.” Germany said, stopping at the last room in the house. “May I read?” Czech asked before she could consider the question in her head properly. “Ja, feel free.” Germany said, opening the door for Czech. Czech did her best to suppress her amazement. The library was not as large or ornate as her own, b
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International Ice Hockey Federation
May 2014 “Where is Czech Republic?” Slovakia asked his older brother. “It’s not like her to be late to a World Conference.” “How should I know?” Austria huffed. “I asked her if she could give me a ride and she brushed me off like she didn’t know me. For all I care, she can miss the whole meeting.” “She’s not the only one who is late.” Hungary added. “Plenty of other countries haven’t arrived.” “To be technical, the meeting doesn’t start in another 7 minutes.” Switzerland reported as he passed by the three countries. ̶
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PruHun: From Russia With Love
 Hungary walked down the hall, staring at the red carpet as her worries about Austria intensified with each step. This was the first time she’d been separated from Austria since their marriage ended, and Hungary was certain that Austria could not survive on his own. Switzerland wouldn’t help him, not anymore, and Germany, poor little West, had his hands full with the occupation. Hungary’s clasped hands trembled from the stress. Just as she was imagining what France would be doing to Austria, Hungary ran into someone. Czech stumbled to the side, clutching her left shoulder with a grimace. “Geez Hungary, watch where yo
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Bohemia: Frohe Weihnachten
 Austria shut the door to the kitchen and approached the table that was laden with an assortment of colorful dishes: turkey, potatoes, springerle, mashed ligonberries, weisswurst, and even a carp –something Bohemia had cooked with Hungary’s help- sat amongst the crowded dishes. Treasuring the rare silence, which would disappear in a few moments, Austria lit the candelabra and inhaled the warm aromas that wafted off the dishes before him. The heat from the food seeped into his bones and dispelled all thoughts of winter while at the same time reinforcing it with their presence. “Everything ready?” A voice behind him
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Bohemia: Language Lessons
The air inside the schoolroom was heavy from the summer heat. Bohemia longingly stared out the window, wishing she could be climbing trees or picking flowers with Italy. She flopped onto her stomach, happy that the couch cushions were soft and comfortable. Lying as she was, she could stare out the wide window for hour- “Bohemia, please read this sentence aloud.” Austria said, tapping the board on which he’d written a simple sentence. Bohemia unhappily looked at the chalkboard with eyes still wide from staring outside. A few moments passed in silence as Bohemia’s eyes slowly narrowed in thought. Time stretched on and
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Czech Chapter 6: Summer 1939
 Czech opened her eyes and sat up. She gazed around at the empty barracks –Germany didn’t have enough rooms in his house- and imagined it being filed with troops. Her troops. She missed them terribly. From sharing meals and drinks to practicing drills and shooting; every moment she’d spent with them had meant a great deal. She’d taught them strategies, and they’d taught her how to play the trumpet. She’d taught them an old drinking game, and they’d taught her one of the newer drinking games. It had been a relationship closer than that of her own family, and she’d turned away from them. ̶
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Austria's Birthday
Czech exhaled, smoothed the front of her dress and mentally prepared for the day ahead of her. It only took half a minute, but the feat seemed monumental. Austria looked up from his morning coffee at the sound of the front door opening. Czech stood in front of the closed door, staring at Austria with, not a smile, but a gentle face. She wore a long sleeved, sapphire dress that made her blue eyes seemed brighter by contrast, and the lace at her neck softened the angles of her face, making Austria forget –if just a bit- that she had been starving in the East a year ago. “Alles Gute zum Geburtstag,” Czech greeted. “Dan
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FranceXReader- Strength to Fight
 You refrained from grinning as he ran his hands through your hair. While that action ordinarily brightened your attitude, the only thing you could think about was how soft his hands were. How unready those hands were for fighting. How unready he was for fighting. “Don’t go.” You repeated, but Francis only smiled in response, a sad smile that was more tragic than happy. “I have to ma chérie.” He whispered as his hand traveled to your neck and he gently pulled you towards him for a quick kiss. It was far too innocent for the good-bye he was giving, but he had to consider the troops watching them on the wa
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HongIce: Tourist Season
 Emil watched the boats come into the harbor with a disdainful curl of his lip. While he would have given nearly anything for tourists years ago, now he would pay whatever price to keep them away. Their flashing cameras and gawking stares. Their loud screams and blatant disrespect for the wildlife. It made him physically ill. He got to his feet and made his way down the rocky hill with the swift nimbleness of a mountain goat. Once his booted feet touched the leveled earth, Emil straightened his sweater and headed for his family shop. With the surge of tourists coming in, his parents would need his help to watch the curios shop –a smal
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Bohemia: Cherry Blossoms
Austria stomped across the emerald lawns, searching for a flash of dark hair and listening for a high pitched giggle. After circling around the house twice, Austria expanded his radius and quickly found the young girl underneath the bright pink cherry tree by the west wall of the estate. “Bohemia!” Austria shouted. He broke out in an uncharacteristic run towards his sister so he could reach her before she could run away or climb the tree. In the half a minute it took him to reach his sister, though, she didn’t budge an inch. She didn’t even acknowledge Austria’s presence until he stopped in front of her and bega
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Czech Chapter 5: March 1939 (still)- Germany
 After eating the pasta and drinking two glasses of beer, Germany asked Czech if she wanted a tour of the house, so that she could find her way around more easily. Czech agreed, if only because the reason was logical, and followed the German around his house with an uneasy silence. “And here is the library.” Germany said, stopping at the last room in the house. “May I read?” Czech asked before she could consider the question in her head properly. “Ja, feel free.” Germany said, opening the door for Czech. Czech did her best to suppress her amazement. The library was not as large or ornate as her own, b
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1. The love that you give 2. Life is a journey 3. Rustling leaves 4. The clank of glassware 5. Remembrance 6. Homage 7. When we began 8. Reasons 9. Bad Times 10. Doing what has to be done. 11. Forever 12. The stars above 13. Guitar 14. Penny 15. Large Shirt 16. Towel 17. Heaven 18. Gaze 19. Heart Strings 20. Prayer 21. Post-Its 22. Graduation 23. Longing 24. Bread 25. Shout 26. Climb 27. Jar 28. Antiseptic 29. Sickness 30. Snow Globe 31. Golden Microphone 32. Phonograph 33. Bandanna 34. "For as long as you live." 35. Plastic 36. Escalator 37. Leather Jackets 38. Grease 39. Cord 40. Cup 41. Solar Powered
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Shotgun Jose
She sat there on the porch, Liza May did.  The newspaper boy was going to be coming to the saloon any time now.  Liza May sat with the other dancing girls, who were also waiting to hear the news, but Liza May knew, she knew, that Shotgun Jose was making the front page.  She curled her hair around her finger, biting her lip as she saw the young boy coming up the dirt road with the bundle under his arm. “Here’s your paper, ladies.” “Now scram, you rascal!”  Liza Jane who was no relation to Liza May hurried down the steps after the boy when he tried looking up Liza Belle’s skirt.  The three Lizas, as their t
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The Cartoon Summer of Fun
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I'm an Artist Too
You know, I’m an artist too, And I think I’ve figured out The difference between me and you, You let your creativity sprout With colors, lines, shadows, and light, Things that appease the eye without a doubt, Instantly gratified by the sight, All your audience must do is take it in, But it’s different for me, because I write, The pictures I paint you must imagine, Requiring a strong mind and imagination, Since you’ll only be able to see them within, This can prove to be a tricky form of creation, For it requires work on the audience’s part, And from this stems some of my frustration, My audience must first c
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Soft Lullaby
Listen to this soft Whisper Of a dying Lullaby Softly sung to Me As I started to Die The words are Meaningless And the tune Dull But softly sung Anyway To our ears Endlessly As we lay Here Slowly slipping into Death
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APH: Lock-and-Load
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Free Time At Last!
Two out of my three exams are done, and my last exams is not for another 8 days, so now I have all the free time needed to catch up on reading fanfics, writing fanfics, and getting some legitimate novel writing done. For those who gave a damn about anything Czech related, be prepared for more of her backstory! Including a small Christmas related story from when she was Bohemia! And there will be more WWI Chronicles as well, the next one will in fact be told from the view of a certain blond hair, blue eyed soldier at the Battle of Marne.... So yes, be prepared for my submissions to clutter your message boxes!!! Mwahahahahahahahahahahahah!
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I'm not one for journals, but I hate that blank spot on my wall. And since I am an idiot with technology, I have no idea how else to remove the empty spot other than with a journal entry. What to say...... Well I guess I can give myself a pat on the back for finally figuring out how to upload a deviant on my own wall (two weeks....I know, it's sad. See above claim pertaining to technology). And being the fantastic conversationalist I am, that's all I have to say. You can leave now.
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:iconthxwatchplz: Nice to see you, too.
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Thanks you for the fav'! :D :huggle:
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You're welcome, thank you for the lovely art!Love 
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Ow thanks :meow:
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Thanks for the fave~:heart::iconsexyfrance2plz:
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Thanks for the :+fav: again :meow:
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thank you for the fave ^^