[Of course no place would be complete without their own personification of awesome. But the thing is, he is lo- totally knows where the hell he is and where he is going. He just needs a person to remind him of where he is....and where he is going.]

[He totally does need help though. Help the awesome out~]

In this living room thee was something wonderful! It was a fairly large tray on a table. And it had cake on it.

Not just any cake! Angel Food Cake! Devil's food cake, too ( Read more... )

[What a lovely Friday evening in Germany. The weather was clear and not too hot, Germany was finishing the last of his work before dinner, and there was a knock on the door that Prussia expected to be Italy that his brother was making him answer ( Read more... )

WHERE
THE
FUCK
IS
THE
AIRPORT!?

[crushes a can of beer]

[oops, I'm not dead. sorry I disappeared. this is mapcrunch.]

[And it's also Internet's birthday. However, for someone with two reasons to celebrate today, he doesn't look particularly happy. There seems to be something heavy on his mind ( Read more... )

[Prussia is in his room, hunched over one of the books covering the table, stacks of paper and notes written in his typical illegible scrawl occupying the remaining space, some pinned to the wall along with maps of what appears to be the German Empire and the Weimar Republic pre- and post-WWI respectively ( Read more... )

Just come and see who has a little fanboy moment. Or rather a moment where his ego is boosted up like woah. He had seen them in those square things people called tele... television or something. And now he stood in front of one of them. A dream coming true. A modified version of his flying machine. It looked wonderful. Amazing.

And good god, he ( Read more... )

Gilbert sat at his desk in his office, forms and patient's records and books all scattered over the table.
His slender body was hunched over his desk and his head rested on his folded arms, the albino being sound asleep. It had been a long day at the hospital and the man was overworked and tired, completely exhausted to be precise. Weeks and Months ( Read more... )

[...or just internet will.]

( a scribble-comic behind the cut )

If you happen to pass a floor that looks like it was built in the style of the renaissance era, you might come across a wide open door from where a loud cursing echoes to the halls. If there are children with you, you better cover their ears now.

"What the fuck?! Those bastards said that they would rebuild my atelier to be like the one in Firenze ( Read more... )