(F/N) = First Name
(L/N) = Last Name
(Y/n) = Your name
(H/c) = Hair color
(B/n) = Bunny name (You have a stuffed bunny)
(Y/n) woke up from a light slumber. A second was spent questioning why she was awake, and then the jiggling of keys in the door was heard.
Father was home.
(Y/n) jumped out of bed, and pushed a chair against her bedroom door. Sometimes he came into her room…When he came home this late—her clock read two a.m. right now—he was angry. He had been drinking that gross stuff that makes him mean and angry—he called it a lot of different names, like beer or vodka. But it was all the same, it all turned him into a monster that hurt the three-year-old.
She was smart enough to realize when he smelled and came home late, she was usually hurt.
But not always. Sometimes he wouldn’t come into her room, just head straight to bed. Or if he did come into her
"________________! Come on it's time for your lesson!" Your older brother Austria called making you sigh.
It wasn't that you didn't want to learn how to play the piano, it was... he was so much better at it then you, and he got frustrated easily when you messed up because apparently 'you should already know how to play since he was your older brother'. You rolled your eyes at the thought of his usual rant, but you hurried up and skipped down the stairs to where Austria, or Roderich to you, was already sitting waiting on you. You sat next to him, and he motioned for you to do your normal warm up that he had taught you. Once you had finished that then he gave you a piece of music you had never seen before and he instructed you to play.
"But Roderich, I haven't ever seen this, how am I suppose to play something this complicated when I can't even get something simple like Beethoven right?" you asked and he gave you a wordless look that made you sigh.
Austro-Hungarian Empire Group:
Germanic Language Family:
House of Savoy:
It was the day of the nations sleep over. Every nation would gather at the world meeting room, and a sleepover would be held. All wars or rivalries were forgotten on this one night, and everyone, for the night, could pretend that alliances and enemies didn't exist; they could forget the were personifications of countries. Why? Because it wasn't just any sleep over. It was an end of the world sleep over. A tradition held every time it was assumed the world would end on a specific date. France and England both strongly believed that the end of the world would not happen, but even so, the sleep over would always be held, and everyone would always attend just in case.
Needless to say, you were more than excited.
Picking up your b
"Hey, Antonio, can I ask you a question?" you said, looking up at your husband of three years. You were sitting on a couch with your head in his lap, watching television.
"Hm? Sure, __________! Ask away~!" he replied, flashing you his signature smile.
You let out a small giggle. He was adorable.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" he brushed a strand of (h/l) (h/c) hair away from your face, and stroked your cheek.
"Of course I do," he said, with a soothing tone in his voice.
"It went like this:"
You were sitting in a warm lodge style café, searching through your large (f/c) messenger bag.
"Ugh! Where did I put the apartment address ." You mumbled, as your eyebrows pulled together in concer