TooManyBreeches

You rub your temples in a slow, circular motion. Having migraines while being pregnant was NOT fun. Though pregnancy was supposed to be a beautiful thing, but for the last nine months, you've felt like you've been placed into a living hell. Well, maybe you're exaggerating a little bit, but it hasn't exactly been easy. What with the food cravings, morning sickness, mood swings, swollen ankles and back pain, it certainly felt like a little slice of hell. For a moment, you actually felt a bit sorry for the Spaniard, who had to go through your constant mood swings and frequent trips to the grocery store. But nonetheless, he was very understandin

          "I don't see why you don't just tell him, it's not really that big a deal you know. Well, it is, but you know what I mean." Sealand sat on your couch, eating a Popsicle, swinging his legs to and fro. "England might be a giant jerk, but I'm sure he'll do what's right. And besides, he really loves you." He hopped down from the couch and took your hand in his. "He wouldn't have put a ring on it if he didn't" Sealand winked. "I know Sea, this is just kind of a big deal. I'm nervous is all. I've never had to do something like this before." You paced around the room, trying to think of the words to say. "If you keep pacing like that you

“Damn you Francis. Why do I have to make all of these clocks!” Germany growled. Italy wasn’t exactly helping either. “But what if big brother Francis needs these clocks!” Italy whined. Germany was about to object when the door swung open showing a distressed Frenchman. “Oui! Ludwig! I need your help!” France cried. Germany felt surprised. “What do you want Francis?” France rushed up to Germany clinging to him. “I want to propose to my lovely lady, but I want it to be special! What do I do?” “And what makes you think that I have the answer?!” France shrugged &ld

You frowned, glaring at the sight before you. Homework. A few stacks of it, actually. Anything and everything from worksheets to book reports. All of it do in nearly a week. A sensible person would start on it, saying that just staring at it would be no good, and others would plan out time to study everyday until it was finished. That wasn't what you did, though. Not you, [Name] [Surname], Procrastination Extraordinaire. You grabbed as many stacks of homework as possible, your bag, and your laptop as you headed out the door and down the street. You were going to a friend's house. A friend you knew would be able to help. "Hey! Emil[1]! Open

LithuaniaXReader You were the country of  and you lay against a tree with wounds all over your body, you had just lost the war against  and you just wanted to give up and just let your country die. Then a boy with long light brown hair found you and asks "hey what happened?! Are you okay?" he had sort of a Russian accent but like his own way. You nod your head "yha, Im fine just leave me here" his eyes looked to your depressed  eyes " you don't look like it" you turn your head away from him not saying anything "here let me help you" you shake your head "no, please leave me here" The boy didn't give into your words "If you don't let me help