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nerd2614 · 4 years
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April’s Fall Masterlist
Original prompt 
Part 1: A Magic Rose 
Part 2: Suspicions & Secrets
Part 3: Ruffled Feathers
Part 4: Doors, Vials & Names
Part 5: Lost Memories
Part 6: The Fall // Coming Around The Mountain
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((Missing 2! M/A: 1/5))
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ask-the-awesome · 4 years
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I know I'm always hungry after a long nap. Have you eaten yet, Prussia?
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“Now that I think of it, no. I should do something about that, going without breakfast isn’t healthy.” 
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soarbytheocean · 2 years
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INKY BLUE
[Chapter 19]
[Chapter 20]
"I'm so excited!" A cheerful voice rang out as Félix visibly cringed away from the loud noise. They could win any argument just by screaming at their opponent, or so Félix deduced.
The girl who had shouted was wearing pink and practically screamed "Pink Aesthetic", an aesthetic Félix wasn't too fond of seeing by the visible lack of colors in his clothing. He was wearing a grey sweater which was covered up by a thick black coat and some black jeans and the brightest color he had worn in his whole outfit was the white logo upon his grey sweater. Colorful indeed.
As he stood at the end of the line of students waiting for the bus, he was somewhat nudged by a smaller frame that had his annoyance perking up at the thought of the Italian sticking to his toes. Ugh, as he looked a bit lower a bright smile greeted his narrowed eyes and immediately a brown, disposable bag was raised at him, clouding his sight. He blinked twice, as he often did in confusion, and immediately broke into a small chuckle at the bright figure so opposite of him.
"Marinette Dupain Cheng." He drawled out as he pushed the bag lower to see the figure behind it.
"Félix Graham de Vanily." Marinette following with her own fake nonchalant form.
He chuckled as her mouth twitched, trying to break into a smile, a very bright one as she always had. "What are you doing?" He asked and Marinette, for a sole minute, panicked as she deduced that he may be irritated but after seeing the slight upward curve of his lips, she calmed herself, "Would you want some breakfast, Félix?" She asked as she opened the bag and pushed it towards him to look inside.
As the smell of usual coffee hit his nose, he peeked inside to see some, "......biscuits?" He muttered to himself after seeing the goods inside the bag.
"Biscuits?" Marinette asked in confusion as she herself looked into the bag and all that she saw were her own baked cookies.
"What biscuits?" She asked looking at him, "Aren't these cookies?" She asked with narrowed eyes full of confusion.
Félix's eyebrows furrowed, "Cookies? But these aren't the usual chocolate chip ones, aren't these biscuits?" He asked in his own confusion. These were biscuits!
"But," Marinette handed Félix the bag as she took out her phone, typing furiously with a furrowed face, she raised her phone screen to his face and asked, "Aren't these biscuits?" At the look of the image, he furrowed his eyebrows, "Aren't these scones? These," He pointed inside the bag, "are biscuits, or so I have learnt in London atleast." He said, a but confused when it suddenly clicked.
"You learnt British English!"
"I learnt British English."
Both of them said at the same time as they looked at each other in amusement, both of them burst into unbridled laughter at the small mishap.
Perhaps so, it was a good day.
[Chapter 21]
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nerd2614 · 4 years
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Person A: You smell like macaroni
Person B: *Raised eyebrow*
Person A: Like, specifically kraft macaroni
Person B: *Deadpan look*
Person A: Hey! I didn't say it was a bad smell
Person B: *Soft shake of head*
Person A: *Giggles*
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((Nothing unites two siblings like making fun of another))
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nerd2614 · 4 years
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England: I like my partner how I have my tea.
France:...
England: Hot'n'sweet
America: See now I really thought you were going to say abandoned and cold, then by the time you remember them, all the sweetness has sunk to the bottom and it's not until you've completely drained them that there's an overwhelming bittersweetness before they're done or gone for good.
England:...
America: *shrugs* But that's just me
France: Are you okay?
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nerd2614 · 4 years
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"I bet chefs were the ones who were told not to play with their food as kids."
- Sealand, after being told not to play with his food and seriously contemplating becoming a chef out of spite
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nerd2614 · 4 years
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"Inspiration is like lightning, it never hits the same place twice. Except for when it does."
England
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nerd2614 · 4 years
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"So then they said, 'Don't worry, we'll fix it!' and I was like, 'bloody fuckin oath you will!'"
- Australia, about that wanker
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nerd2614 · 4 years
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Day 2 - Angst
Canada was a big place, but everyone seemed to forget about him. Some days, this was a blessing and others it was a curse. Canada may have been expansive, but Matthew was only young. He wandered across his land alone. Always alone.
Over the years, many countries came and went. Each would leave in time. It was inevitable. They tried to tame Matthew. He pretended it worked but each time they would leave. He was the perfect child, seen but not heard…
Eventually he was not seen at all. 
He tried his best but the credit always went to somebody else.
He had had enough.
It was a normal day at a meeting when he snapped. Normal for him anyway. People ignored him. America was being loud. Germany was yelling at Italy. Then Russia sat on him. It was that action that made him snap. He shoved Russia off him with a strangled yell. “Stop sitting on me!”
Matthew jumped to his feet. He was angry. He was furious. His face was red with rage and his hands were curled into fists.
Russia landed on the floor and glared at the chair, through Matthew. He muttered something about a cursed chair and sat on Lithuania instead. Poland started yelling at Russia and the meeting returned to normal.
Matthew felt the anger drain as cold acceptance flowed through him. It hardened his resolve and he stormed out of the meeting. He made it to the closest bathroom where he broke down. 
There was nothing cute about his tears. His sobs violently wracked his deceptively strong frame as he clutched to the sink.
“Please. I don’t care anymore. Make it stop. Please. Please. I- I just can’t.” He sobbed. 
The mirror shimmered and his reflection warped. 
“Matthew.” His warped reflection had a voice full of static.
“James!” Matthew gasped. “Please.” Tears dripped from his chin onto his white-knuckled hands. He took off his foggy glasses in order to see his counterpart.
Pity flashed in James’ eyes. “Matthew once you cross, you can’t go back.” The gruff man warned.
Anger surged through the quieter Canadian’s veins. “Nobody cares! I don’t care! I can’t be alone anymore!” His voice broke, “Please, James.”
“Think of the consequences, Matthew.”
“I have.”
James sighed. “When did I become the responsible one, eh?” He smirked. At any other time this may have succeeded in snapping Matthew snap out of it. But not this time. It didn’t even make the distraught country crack a smile.
“James. Canada. Please.”
The reflection’s eyes flashed. “Put your hands on the mirror and let go, Matthew. Give in. Give up.”
Their hands joined through the mirror-turned-portal. James grinned ferally as he grasped Matthew’s wrists and tugged.  
James cracked his neck as he walked out of the bathroom. He was Canada now. Nobody would ever walk over him like they did Matthew.
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nerd2614 · 5 years
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England: You know that one Monty Python sketch where everything breaks and everyone dies around that one guy?
England: And everybody blames it on him even though he didn't do anything?
USA: Uh...
England: That's how I feel at the moment.
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nerd2614 · 4 years
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When a person gets their license from the back of a cereal packet
NSW: Move over!
QLD: Where are they from?
NSW: Bloody ACT.
QLD: Ah, that explains it.
NSW: *laughs* And they're in a Volvo to boot!
QLD: Double wammy
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nerd2614 · 4 years
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So I'm writing the next part of April's Fall (finally) and I'm getting ahead of myself...
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I meant to write "course of the day".
I also made an overall outline so there'll be 6 chapters & possibly an epilogue.
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nerd2614 · 4 years
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Australia: As well as celebrating on New Year's Eve with everyone else, I'm going to celebrate the end of New Year's Day with just my mum.
New Zealand: Why?
Australia: No, England.
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nerd2614 · 4 years
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If you don't settle down, I'll settle you down and it will not be pleasant.
- England, to Australia, definitely
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