Nations can live for centuries, but animals don't.
Dealing with dead/dying pets. It can be Germany with one of his dogs, Greece with a cat, Japan with Pochi, Finland and Sweden with Hanatamago... Single character or pairing.
Spilt Sugar, Part 2/2
anonymous
May 27 2009, 02:04:01 UTC
Spilt Sugar: Part 2/2 ---
Finland himself didn’t have many black-colored clothes, but he made an effort to find some. Sweden had already been wearing some dark clothes, so he hadn’t changed. They were in their field of a backyard, Sweden standing, Finland crouched down, both of them looking at what had taken them an hour to create.
It looked like, for all intensive purposes, a mound of soil with a makeshift cross sticking out of it, but it was much more than that. They had wrapped Hanatamago’s tiny body in the blanket that he loved to play tug-of-war with, and Sweden had dug the hole while Finland took two sticks and tied them together with some twine. It was the best they could do, for now.
Finland had stopped sobbing, but he hadn’t stopped crying; his eyes were red and puffy, but still leaking droplets of saltwater. Sweden hadn’t cried; instead, his jaw looked like it was stuck in one place, and his eyes were dark
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Lost Moon [3/2]
anonymous
May 27 2009, 16:58:13 UTC
--- Omake ---
Two days passed since the small funeral held for Hecate, and Greece was once again resting on the grass, surrounded by his remaining cats, when a figure covered the sun.
Greece muttered something under his breath and opened his eyes, thinking that perhaps Egypt was popping around to check on him again, but a displeased frown marred his features when he recognised whom the man looking down at him was.
"What are you doing here?" he grumbled, determined in ignoring the other Nation
( ... )
Dealing with dead/dying pets. It can be Germany with one of his dogs, Greece with a cat, Japan with Pochi, Finland and Sweden with Hanatamago...
Single character or pairing.
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Spilt Sugar: Part 1/2 ( ... )
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Finland himself didn’t have many black-colored clothes, but he made an effort to find some. Sweden had already been wearing some dark clothes, so he hadn’t changed. They were in their field of a backyard, Sweden standing, Finland crouched down, both of them looking at what had taken them an hour to create.
It looked like, for all intensive purposes, a mound of soil with a makeshift cross sticking out of it, but it was much more than that. They had wrapped Hanatamago’s tiny body in the blanket that he loved to play tug-of-war with, and Sweden had dug the hole while Finland took two sticks and tied them together with some twine. It was the best they could do, for now.
Finland had stopped sobbing, but he hadn’t stopped crying; his eyes were red and puffy, but still leaking droplets of saltwater. Sweden hadn’t cried; instead, his jaw looked like it was stuck in one place, and his eyes were dark ( ... )
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Not OP 2.
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Two days passed since the small funeral held for Hecate, and Greece was once again resting on the grass, surrounded by his remaining cats, when a figure covered the sun.
Greece muttered something under his breath and opened his eyes, thinking that perhaps Egypt was popping around to check on him again, but a displeased frown marred his features when he recognised whom the man looking down at him was.
"What are you doing here?" he grumbled, determined in ignoring the other Nation ( ... )
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