Our Lucia
anonymous
December 25 2009, 08:16:05 UTC
A/N: I am totally unsure if I can still hide behind this ‘thoughts are chaotic, and since these are thoughts, they are chaotic’ excuse. Sorry for my erratic style. ;A;
Our LuciaThe living room was dark and quiet, save for the dim lamp light on the side table by the couch and the soft turning of a page
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He could never put a price on the way Sealand’s face lit up. “Really?” he asked in childish, enthusiastic curiosity. “What else should Sweden-papa do during Christmas?”
The night was long so Sweden decided to indulge him.
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“Oh! Can we try baking next year? Like what America does when Santa comes over. He leaves cookies and milk by the tree!”
Sweden snorted at the thought of Finland coming home to ginger cookies and pats Sealand’s head. “W’ll see. B’t r’ght n’w, ‘ts g’tt’ng late. Wh’re’s H’nat’mag’?”
Our LuciaThe living room was dark and quiet, save for the dim lamp light on the side table by the couch and the soft turning of a page ( ... )
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The night was long so Sweden decided to indulge him.
- - - -
“Oh! Can we try baking next year? Like what America does when Santa comes over. He leaves cookies and milk by the tree!”
Sweden snorted at the thought of Finland coming home to ginger cookies and pats Sealand’s head. “W’ll see. B’t r’ght n’w, ‘ts g’tt’ng late. Wh’re’s H’nat’mag’?”
Click.“MAMA’S HOME ( ... )
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