thefaiye

As you walked down the not so empty streets of night life London, you could see a few prostitutes leer about tempting passing byers and every other block or so you could also see people enjoying a good smoke. People walked in and out of cars, dressed to impress who ever. Skirts extra short and scantily clad, seemed to be the dress code here and you weren't adhering it. This wasn't out of the ordinary for you to be walking through this part of London at this time as well, this is what you get for being a bartender. At a popular bar as well. Being one also caused you to have your not so fair share of breaking up fights, calling taxis for those

You looked around at the table... you felt... at home with everyone here. Their faces all seemed so familiar to you but so mysterious at the same time. You saw them looking laughing and talking, happily eating the pasta. 'Pasta...' you thought, 'He always made wonderful pasta...' and then your eyes widened at this thought. You shakily got up from your seat and left the room, hoping no one say your hasty retreat. But of course, someone did. Well more like than a one, a few did. They all talked amongst themselves, wondering what they should do but didn't take any action for it. When suddenly Italy left the room. Back with you, you found your

Ever since you were a little territory, you were watched over by Hungary. All the wants and needs you would ever want except that you could not what so ever be in contact with Romania. This all began when you got lost in the woods. “(c/n), don’t be out too long ok?” you heard Miss Hungary shout from the door. “Ok Miss Hungary! I won’t!” you shouted back while running towards the woods. You adored the woods a lot and every so often you would come back with a few flowers that Miss Hungary would put in a vase and Mister Austria would just shake his head and say that little girls like you shouldn’t be r

*age: 7 years old* "Hey (f/n), don't you ever wish you could touch the stars?" "I guess so…" "Alright then! One day you and I are going to be there!" "Errr Alfie, I don't think that's possible." "Nonsense! Anything for the super hero's girl!" *age: 17* "Of course he would say something like that…" you were lying down on the grass in your backyard, looking up at the pitch black sky. Alfred F. Jones, your best friend since you were babies. He was always one to carelessly say his affections. "He was always one for those hero antics…" you sigh and look at your watch. '11:55, he's late.' You sigh and choose to keep lookin

"(F/n)! I'm home love~!" England says with a slight shout when he enters his house. It was a long day especially because of the world conference. "Love… are you hiding from me?" the green eyed male began to poke around his house when he heard no response. He proceeds to keep looking around when he hears faint music from your room. "Silly me, why didn't I check her room first?" he scolds himself lightly and opens your door. There, he found your iPod on the ground still playing. 'She would never leave her iPod here…' he thinks suspiciously and he looks around your room. He then finds a note on your closet. ""Iggy, I left to the b