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She was pinned to the wall and all she could do was breath in the scent of him. He had a unique scent, Natalia couldn't help but admit, and he smelled a bit earthy, something like dew, something so Alfred, it was strange mixture but it was intoxicating in its own way. She was taken aback by what her traitorous mind thought, but quickly vanished the thought and returned her focus to the blonde in front of her. She wanted to glare at him but all her eyes could manage was to stare at him in bewilderment. Natalia Arlovskaya had always been an excellent fighter with or without her weapons but somehow she was at this man's mercy and he'd gotten he

It must've been quite early since Yao didn't feel inclined to roll off his bed. The early yellow light of the sun had started to creep to Yao's pale cheeks and slowly reaching the ends of hair, which were spread across the silk fabric of the pillow like soft trunks moving with the wind. He groaned when the light reached his eyelids. He pulled his arm and placed it on top of his eyes. "That would do you little good," said a voice so close Yao flinched. He knew who owned that voice. It was smooth and confident, husky even. "I would suggest closing the curtains but it seems you haven't hung any." Yes, he knew exactly who this voice belongs to.

Be patient, darling. I'll come back for you. Ivette tore the thin strip of paper in half with an expression that that was hard to decipher. She crumpled both halves and threw it onto the cold floor. She stared at the tortured paper, handling her emotions in mask of composer. She felt them coming; the tears that have been threatening to flow those past few days; the tears that remained buried with the promise she'd hope to come. "Liar." She murmured, too silent to be a whisper. She clenched her eyes close, still resisting the tears that were begging to pour against her flushed cheeks. Her hands clenched, her fingers digging onto the lacey gl

Arthur sighed, his breath misted due to the cold weather. He took a step forward away a waiting shed he suggested to be a meeting place.  He embedded his gloved hands in his pockets as his head fell backward to watch the snow fall. He liked the snow; it was one of the things he looked forward to every year. His eyes which were brighter than emeralds grew a little wide as they met mistletoe pinned on the edge of the waiting shed. The evergreen shrub hung loosely exactly above his blond locks. His right eye twitched, Bloody Hell, he cursed internally, How the heck did that get there? Arthur Kirkland loves Christmas, he loves the sn

"Kyle…" I stiffened instantly as Matt's breath touched my skin. How did he get so close? I felt my cheeks burn crimson as my emerald gaze froze at the sight of his hand idly taking the book I held. Yeah, sure, I could hardly read the words written on the book with him being so close and my heart thudding rapidly but that was still rude. "Hey, wha-" I was unable to finish my protest for Matt's lips caught mine. I didn't feel his fingers take my chin, how like him to do things swiftly, perfectly. I froze at that moment, my eyes not blinking, and the color of my cheeks not fading. I felt slightly numb, only feeling his soft lips against m

"You can…" Kiku spoke reluctantly, his voice hushed, "come closer if you want." Arthur was silent for a moment, still caught by Kiku's tender eyes, Arthur deliberated for a brief moment before answering, "I want to." He leaned in making only a small gap between him and the Asian nation. "May I come even closer?" Kiku's mind grew hazy as the westerner's breath reached his comfort zone, leaving a mesmerizing fragrance.  He was the blonde man's captive; those emerald eyes were too beautiful, something Kiku found to be hypnotizing. He was trapped not only by the other's gaze but also by those long arms against the closed window w

"Hey you sick or somethin'?" Canada shook his head, keeping his head down. He wasn't thinking straight, even a simple "no" was difficult to process in his hazy mind, it could have been the several glasses of wine he was reluctant to drink or the fact that his brother, which he hadn't spoken for some time, sat beside him and kept rambling on about stuff he could care less. It could have been both but he wasn't sure because it was hard to hear himself think while the other kept talking and talking and talking. "You sure?" Alfred waited for a verbal response, his eyes fixed on his brother; there wasn't anything fun to look at the party anyway.

"This…" the blond nation whispered to Kiku's ears, causing him to shiver from the small puff of air that touched his feeble skin, "This feels good…" The Asian nation's cheeks were a beautiful shade of red. The brown color of his eyes were unnoticed as his eyelids clenched closed from embarrassment. "Arthur-san…" he whispered ever so quietly but the other's ear was too sharp to let that pass by. Kiku's hands tighten. "A-Arthur-san…" he managed despite the pressure he was receiving. His heart pounded so hard like it would break his ribcage. "I want to keep doing this…" Kiku shuddered. "Forever." The English nation's h