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Alfred was glad to finally be home. Being a nation did have its benefits, sure, but being a nation also meant a butt load of traveling and although that could be exciting, it could also be a major pain in the ass. Honestly, all he wanted to do was kick off his shoes, swap is business suit for a t-shirt and boxers and lose himself in some mindless first-person shooter game. That would be nice, however, duty called and before he could do any of that he still had to attend a luncheon. Under normal circumstances he would relish in catching up with his own politicians after an extended business stay in China, but the long flight he had endured ma

It turned out strippers were pretty normal people. Alfred didn’t really know a lot of strippers, obviously, but he was kind of surprised when Arthur sat across from him in a quaint little patisserie dressed in plain slacks and a white button down shirt. Where were those four inch heels of sex Alfred had fallen in love with? The other man had clearly recognised the dumb look of genuine surprise on the Alpha’s face and offered him an arched brow and an amused smirk. “Were you expecting me dressed for the stage?” He could feel his face heat up with embarrassment and the need to defend himself arise. However, before he

“Please don’t go.” Allistor stopped at the door of their small apartment before he slowly turned to face Arthur. The other man stood there with a look caught between humiliation and sorrow. He repeated his request. “And why should I stay?” He asked. At that, Arthur flinched. He shook his head and opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Those green eyes Allistor had once been in love with brimmed with tears. Allistor shook his head in return and turned back around, reaching for the doorknob as he did. This was it. There was no more ‘sorry’ and no more turning back. “Allistor, please

Alfred had been feeling giddy all day. Wherever he went he was confronted with rainbows and joyous cries. Finally, after a momentous struggle, love had won. Of course, there were those that were less than pleased with his government’s choice to legalise gay marriage in all fifty of his states, but the hate was overshadowed by the onslaught of support. All day his phone had been blowing up with calls from around the globe as his fellow nations congratulated him and cried with him, sharing his relief, his joy and his tears. There was so much with his country that was going wrong and sometimes it got to be a bit much. Alfred had watched,

1940 30 December   Imagine not celebrating Christmas with your loved ones, you'd rather have to spend it trying to save your country from the Central Powers... Well, that's what I had to do. Instead of being in front a toasty fireplace on my armchair, I was rather on the battlements trying to protect my home. Instead of the sweet scent of tea, I breathe in the scents of the Blitz that ransacked most of London.   It was such a joy to me that I had to send my lovely (Name) to America in the summer before the gas exchange happened. I just had to keep her away from all the carnage. I did try my best to send her away with a smile, but with her

Bitter Coffee & Sweet Tea America is tired today. As America sleeps in his bed through the early morning of August, he couldn't wake himself to get ready for work. America was however lucky as he drools from his mouth to his pillow that he set up an alarm to wake him before he's late for work…yet again. The large, extremely messy bedroom is covered with massive posters of superheroes such as Batman and Robin on the walls and clothes everywhere lay on the floor in a mess as the sun shines the whole room. Beep, beep, beep! America lazily reaches the alarm button from his on top of his drawer and hits the button to shut the long, agoni

2p!EnglandxPuppy!Reader Request The thunder roared, and raindrops fell as you laid huddled in the corner of a soaked cardboard box, trying to get warm. All of your brothers and sisters were adopted, making you feel left out. You wanted to be adopted into a loving family but you were easily rejected. Feeling left out and unwanted, you began whimpering with sorrow, not caring if anyone who passed by an alley way Suddenly, there are footsteps entering the alleyway, where you are living. You stayed quiet, feeling scared that someone will try to hurt your for whimpering or what’s worse have his dogs chase you off their property. You kept q