I love Paris in the springtime.

A nose prods the center of a rose, sucking up its fragrance with one strong whiff. England retreats from the bud, slightly delirious from repetitive sniffing. He arrived at his house to find a bouquet of freshly cut roses lying on his mattress, their scarlet petals brightly contrasting with the navy blue comforter ( Read more... )

Korea snarled as yet another thorn scraped against the skin of his cheek. It wasn’t that he hated being in the woods, but he was completely opposed to the existence of such sharp objects on foliage. He also disliked how the only available path was smack dab through the middle of them. However, he possessed no time to whine about a couple of measly ( Read more... )

A cool, refreshing breeze sighed through the trees as England walked through his garden, the full moon illuminating the ground below. Now, Sealand hadn’t exactly given the Brit permission to take a step outside, but England wasn’t about to take orders from some son of his who wasn’t even remotely close to having a title as an official country. This ( Read more... )

Okay...This is the first time I have made icons, so I hope I do this the right way. If I mess up, please tell me! Thank you.

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Sealand slouched in the swivel chair he occupied, glaring at the screen in front of him with animosity. He had been profusely searching for an incantation to counteract the one with which he had summoned his relatives from the distant past (most likely originally living sometime in the 16th century). The Internet, once a mass of infinite ( Read more... )

“So…” the toga-clad England twirled his star-tipped wand in his right hand as he lounged in his future self’s rocking chair, “let me get this straight. You-“ here, he pointed his wand to Sealand, “are my future son and you were practicing your magic with my spell book (which you should not have been doing in the first place) when you accidentally ( Read more... )