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Trick or treat~ (2p)France's P.O.V “Is this really necessary Oliver?” Francesco groaned tiredly as Ollie dragged him into the living room. “Yes! You have no idea how much they have been talking about showing you their costumes Franny.”Oliver huffed slightly annoyed as Francesco sat down in a (his) dark red armchair. “... fine, just make it quick, so they can go out trick or treating already” (2p) France sighed deeply. “Great! They'll be here in less than five seconds.” Oliver chirped happily as he skipped out of the room. The purple eyed man ran one of his hand trough his dark blonde hair laz

A wonderful Christmas~ Your P.O.V The frustration  you had was growing slowly and steady within yourself. The situation didn't become any better as this challenging task kept testing your patience. “ Arg~ * sigh *. Why does it has to be so troublesome? Work with me here amado.” you groaned in annoyance while you tried once more- only to fail. It didn't really help that (baby/name) was starting to make a fuss about it either. Today was Christmas Eve and your were going to celebrate the holiday with your family, your in-lams included. You were going to eat Christmas dinner together and then later attend the midnight mass. “

Overprotective much? Nah~ 2p Axis' P.O.V The trio of men glanced around at their environment with great caution for any sign of danger. They had  to make sure everything was okay for their newest addition to the group after all. When Kuro, Luciano and Lutz concluded that they didn't see anything harmful, the men turn back to the small child in front of  them. “Can I go and swim now, please? Are you done freaking everyone else out yet, I want to play in the sea!” the (h/c) haired boy asked with his hands on his hips, tapping his left foot in a impatient manner. “Hai, we are (name)-kun.” Kuro said flatly and  squatted

(Y/n) scowled as he looked through America's movies. He couldn't believe his fellow country only had animated movies and poorly made parodies. Where the hell were the horror and action movies? "Bro, where are your superhero movies?" "Tony is borrowing them, bro. Just pick a comedy." "But bro," (y/n) said, turning to face America with a serious expression. He slowly walked towards the confused nation, (e/c) eyes never breaking contact. He paused in front of the super power and cupped the cheek. "You're the only thing that can make me smile." America stared in awe at the shorter man. His heart began to beat faster and tears started to form

“It’s your fault, woman.” “Doesn’t mean I’m drinking it.” “You will, one way or another. It’s meant to help you.” “Or kill me in the process!” You protested Thranduil’s insistence to drink the fluids in a small, delicate jar. He explained it was a family recipe, tried and true. Despite having all the money in the world and then some, he claimed everyone in his family was healthy thanks to the remedy, not expensive doctors. Though you weren’t so keen on trying the stuff, which was currently testing his patience. Thranduil stared at you, harsh and cold, as i

It was no secret that Severus Snape despised the Yule Ball. For both obvious and personal reasons, he didn’t enjoy watching all the doe-eyed students trip over their own feet, much less the noise and cheeriness that seemed to possess anyone who walked in. Save for you, a professor who was one of few that enjoyed quiet as much as he did. However, instead of taking his offer to remain home during the Ball, you insisted that the both of you go. It took a severe amount of coaxing considering he didn’t have to watch over the students this year, and he had every intention of cooping himself up and enjoying a peaceful, silent evening.

The note said, 'Dearest (Y/N), I write to you from the past as it is of the utmost importance that I do. I will warn you now that this note is a powerful portkey that will bring you to my era. The past can not be changed and therefore you must come. I am looking forward to meeting you, as are my friends. Sincerely, Salazar Slytherin' Once (Y/N) had finished reading the note, she felt a tug behind her navel. Next thing she knew, she was standing in the centre of what looked like a deserted Great Hall. Looking around she noticed that the house tables were considerably shorter and that at the head of the hall, instead of the staff tables, ther