Samuel2015

"If you two didn't know how to work on cars, I think I would die." You beamed brightly as you looked over the two Germans working on your car. "I mean, going to a professional engineer is so darn expressive!" You let your legs swing freely off the side of the table on your garage. This truly beat going to the auto repair shop for Ludwig as well as his brother lost their shirts due to the very steamy weather outside. You found yourself staring once and a while… "Ja, it is expensive." Ludwig said, picking up what looked like a wrench before fixing up what was needed. Gilbert looked up at you from the engine, wiping sweat from his brow in

 You looked at the wood of the bar before sighing quietly. The Russian male next to you glanced swiftly at you, catching onto your down mood almost instantly. He leaned to the side so he could whisper, "What's wrong дорогaя[1]?" You sighed and looked at the vodka bottle. Sticking your glass towards him, he began pouring it into your glass as you said, "It's work… My boss hates me, I can tell. I work my butt off and I still dont get a freaking raise. God, she pisses me off." You took a drink, and didn't even flinch as the stinging alcohol slipped down your throat. "Oh подсl

You watched with bright eyes as the spontaneous, romantic, Frenchman in front of your cut up a strawberry with ease. You watched the flow of his hand and how easily it seemed he was doing such a thing. For you, it was the complete opposite. You were so messy when chopping up anything; it was purely pitiful compared to Francis' cooking style. But, then the unexpected happened. With a missconcepted move, Francis' pricked his finger with the sharp object used for cutting. "Merde [1]…" He grumbled as he brought the finger to his lips. As if he were doing it to tantalize you, his lips wrapped around his finger in one of the sultriest ways.

Your fingers twitched in curiosity as you eyed the peculiar curl that sprang out from Italy and Romano's heads.  You'd know both of them for so long but never quite grasped the concept of their hair curls (for they never told you about what it did to them.)  You weren't even watching the TV screen anymore, you came to realize as Romano shifted and the odd curl bounced slightly with his movement. Finally, the older brother realized you had been staring at himself and his brother. His fiery amber eyes caught hold of yours, but before he could tell you to stop staring, you abruptly turned your eyes away from his.  But, when his eyes turned back

"Kyaaaa~~!!!!!" you, Bella and Elizabeta screamed, (more like fangirled) as the three of you saw one of the things that you always had wanted in your entire life, the limited living mochi! There were millions of them at first, but then the next thing that you knew there were only three left. The three of you barged in the store, luckily on the way there were no lines what so ever, there were no people wanting to buy it so the three of you bought it immediately like there was no tomorrow. You obviously picked the Scottish Mochi which was the most adorable mochi that you had ever seen. The mochi had things with it, like miniature tea, bagpipes,

The cold air bit [Name]'s cheeks as she continued trudging her way through the snow. She knew it wasn't a good idea to be outside for long during the Russian winter, especially when it snowed, but she couldn't help it. [Name] figured Ivan must be lonely, (wasn't he always?) and planned a surprise visit to see him. The snow that was falling and swirling in a flurry became denser, and it became harder to see around her. "What are you doing, [Name]?" Ivan suddenly appeared in front of her, causing her to jump with surprise. She hadn't been able to see him coming through the thick blizzard brewing around them. He looked at [Name] with confusion:

The school bell rung. You ran from the library and rushed to the classroom. Safe! You thought, panting hard. Once you sat on your chair, the badboy, Matthew Williams approached to you and slammed his hand on your table. Again, startling you.  "Yo~" he said with a perverted smile spreading all over his face.  "What?" you said, pretending to be tough.  "I know you're not that brave to talk to me aren't you?" he grabbed your hand.  "Let me go!!!"  "Oh?" She's gonna cry already? Matthew thought. You've never talked to this man, he's a bully according to other students, by his look... Why not? He is obsessed bullying