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.:Greece:. Heracles breathed in the sweet scent of the washed bed sheets that he was currently lying face down on. His whole body was relaxed, resembling the kitty cats that were scattered about the medium sized bedroom. The windows were open, allowing a calm, salty sea breeze to gently waft through the rooms. The moon's light was not seen though, as the thin curtains had forbid it. His brown hair was messily spread out over the pillow that he remembered {Name} loved to cuddle. Drowsily, Heracles attempted to stay awake long enough to bid {Name} a hushed goodnight, albeit sleepily. A small, white with blue stripes Aegean stray kitty cat jumpe

(Country name) was currently running for her young life. Everywhere she looked was disaster. Her beautiful country was falling apart; almost everything was lying in ruins. Being such a young country, she didn’t know what to do.  The last of her soldiers were desperately trying to fight off the numerous enemy troops that invaded her home land. Her boss had cowardly fled the dying country, leaving her and her people venerable for the current overthrow and destruction. She knew she had to think of something fast to save her people. Why did this happen? What had she done wrong? She truly thought they cared for her. FLASHBACK: (C/N) was

Where do babies come from? A sweet little boy, the age five years old, thought to himself. He had started wondering about this ever since he heard his father talking to his mother. He was outside playing when he got thirsty, it had been a hot summer day in June. So after going back inside of his house to find his mother, he could hear his father saying some odd things he's never heard before in the living room. From what he could see, peeking around the corner that led into the living room, his mother was blushing. Something about making more babies using his awesomeness. He felt scared when his father said he'd "eat his mommy up", then "ban

Riiiing! Riiiing! Riiiing! You groan, hearing your cell phone blasting next to you on your nightstand. You were having such a nice dream, too! What made it so nice? It couldn't be because of the blonde-haired, G. I. Joe soldier come to life, dripping wet from splashing around, man who trains you. No, it had to be the beach water that made your dream so great...Yeah, that's it. Smirk, smirk. Answer it? No, you'll pass on that. It's not like you didn't love watching Germany getting all pumped up and sweaty-I mean, training hard with him. But today, you just wanted some alone time. Away from the ever-so quiet Japan, flirtatious Italy, and the