Agron took a deep breath as he stood in front of the door of their hotel room. He didn’t even know if he believed in any Gods but he was prayed to them now.

He briefly considered not telling Nasir but he knew that he couldn’t. The Syrian would see it in his eyes and Agron himself knew that he would never be able to live with himself if he tried to ( Read more... )

As France made himself breakfast that morning he still couldn’t figure out who that voice was. Scotland had had a lot of lovers which was hard for France to comprehend seeing as he only saw one at a time.

He had a lot of human lovers who he met in the pub or out on the town but they were mostly one night stands and France hadn’t met a lot of them ( Read more... )

As France picked out his outfit for the conference that morning, for once he was not entirely focused on his appearance. He just couldn’t get that voice in Scotland’s hotel room out of his head. He was positive he knew that voice but he couldn’t place it.

Maybe it was Russia. The large, unstable nation had more than once tried (very clumsily) to get ( Read more... )

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