[There's a little girl in a patched dress, her hair done up in messy pigtails (one with a ribbon, one without), trotting through the woods.

She looks a little bored, maybe a little lonely, but only maybe!! Whatever, she's just looking for a gnome to play hide and seek with, she doesn't need anyone else.]

Call Me Out (with babbies)

I don't know what this meme is there are only numbers and babbies

1. Pick a babby.
2. Comment with whoever the hell you want, saying which babby you want in the subject line.
3. Die of cuteness!!

The Babbies!


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[It's a boiling hot, summer day in December, 1945. Australia is out sitting on the fence of a sheep paddock, watching the freshly shorn sheep with a satisfied look on his face. He's sweaty, dirty and looks tired, but he also looks content for the first time in a few months ( Read more... )

[There is a small, blond child hiding behind an alter in a nearby church, shivering and trying to stay very quiet. If they can't hear him, maybe they'll leave? Well, wishful thinking is about the only hope he has, at the moment, so he'll rely on that.]

( No one look. )

[The war is over, the bombs have been dropped, Japan has definitely surrendered and Australia can finally feel all his boys starting to come home. He can finally go home. He should probably go have a row with England about- well, about lots of things- but that's for later. For now, he's tired ( Read more... )

[It's 185-something, early autumn in Australia, and there is a tiny colony hiding under some shrub, surprisingly well camouflaged. Whatever your character might be doing, Australia is watching very carefully and very silently from the bush ( Read more... )

[France is in a kitchen. Whose kitchen? Your choice. Where is the kitchen? Your choice. What is he doing? Cooking. That is what Frenchmen do, or something, they cook.

Anyway, yes, cooking. Tag me.]

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[ It's a beautiful night, clear and crisp. The stars are shining, there's a full moon, and the sound of romantic violins floats through the air from the street below. France is standing out on the balcony, dressed beautifully in a formal gown, a glass of wine in her hand as she gazes up at the stars ( Read more... )