Merrily-Mie

(Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles, Kurogane and Fai drama, implied mpreg (nothing too get squeamish about)Misunderstanding,unlawful conduct and kidnapping?) The Ninja stood stone still in the middle of the dim room, glaring daggers at the tall black haired woman. “So, we’re just supposed to let you go and forget about her?” The woman seemed impervious to the vehemence that was being thrown her way, and perhaps she was. She stood casually across from the ninja as calm and collected as if she were just passing through.  In her arms she held a small bundle whose blankets lifted and fell with the tiny sleeping breath from within.

 Thursday nights were spaghetti nights.  And the only night where everyone ate all of their meal, without complaining.  Well, for the most part, Al once screamed that his sauce was too red, but he ate it anyway because he wanted dessert.         The trick to yummy, authentic spaghetti was to have an authentic Italian teach you to make it.  Particularly an Italian who’d actually instruct you until it was perfect and preferably not one that would hit you with a tomato every time it wasn’t.        When the boys had started on solid foods, noodles seemed to be the perfect beginner meal.  Sadly Arthur learned early on that, rather a

::Face Family Drabbles, AU, baby America and Canada::        Arthur lounged luxuriously on the couch, while a drama softly played on the telly.  A smile broke across his face and he closed his eyes, enjoying the experience of the far too rare sensation, of silence.   France had finally upheld his end of their bet and taken the children on an outing.  Leaving him all alone, in an empty house, with no one to talk to.  And he couldn’t have been happier. It had been five hours since he’d bid them a fond farewell, and though worry pricked the back of his neck, he focused on the television, leaning on it for support of blissful idlen

::Face Family Drabbles, AU, baby America and Canada::      What are you doing?"      "Kooking"      "I can see that," England chuckled as he passed the chair America was standing, kissing the boys head he picked up a measuring cup to inspect its contents. He sniffed it cautiously a few times and was about to taste the odd mixture when America yanked it out of his hands.      "Zhis isa supwise." The boy reverently put it aside out of England's reach and returned to mixing the flour in his bowl.      "What is it that you're making?"      "A supwise!!" America cheered.  A surprise indeed, not only was the kitchen clean, the boy was b

::Face Family Drabbles, AU, baby America and Canada::       England sat at his desk reading through a document.  As his eyes raced across the dull script the sounds of squeaking springs slowly filled the air. A glance up showed him that America had abandoned his crayons for a more active past time and was currently walking around on his couch.  Shrugging he went back to his reading.  As long as the boy wasn't hurting anything he was fine to do whatever he wished, the sofa may not like it but it gave him another few minutes of peaceful reading.       "

"You want to teach them to swim?" France folded a towel and placed it on the growing pile of clean linen on the kitchen table. "Why not?" England jovially placed a tiny jumper on another pile. "I've read that babies take to the water like fish! And if, heaven forbid, they ever fall in a lake or pool or something they wont drown." "We do not live by any of those." "So, you're never going to be somewhere that has a body of water? It's been proven that children can drown in only an inch of water." "There have been studies?" France grimaced, pulling a small blue sock from a pair of his trousers. "What? No! Of course not, how horrible would t

Days were never long enough. Minutes slipped by as if they were seconds, hours tarried only long enough to be acknowledged. But time stood still for horrible moments. "Arthur?" … "Arthur?!" France was in the hallway in front of his office door, arms full and threatening to give out. He tried the doorknob again, unsuccessfully. A folder from atop his pile fell to the floor, spilling its contents across the tile. "ARTHUR!" "Papa! Papa!" Canada came careening around the corner of the hall, a wide intent smile on his face. "Bon jour, mon cher, where is-" just then Canada rammed his legs with a fierce hug, though he was small it was ju

Utter Hetalia Meme randomness... 1. Germany 2. Sealand 3. France 4. Seychelles 5. America 6. Prussia 7. Switzerland 8. Hungary 9. Liech 10. Austira 11. England 12. Canada ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1. What would 12 and 1 be like in a relationship? Either amazingly awful, or  pretty Kick Ass         "Canada? Canada where are you!  It's eighty more pushups for being late!"         "I'm right here!" 2. If 6 and 3 were to have an affair, who would top? Oh lala….         France kissed just the way he always hoped he would: with style.  Everything was hot, passionate, insanely erotic, but still classy.  It was awesome.  As the burni

France, America, Canada, England.  FACE Family drabbles. ---------------- England brushed a finger through a sleeping America's blond curl. It bounced back, resting against his head amongst it's fellows.  Absently he did this a few more times before turning his attention to Canada, who lay sleeping next to his brother, clutching his favorite stuffed polar bear. They were lit softly by Arthur's bedside lamp, as were dozen or so storybooks and a document or two for later adult reading. England lay on his side, both boys tucked up against him sleeping soundly, like tiny angels. It was a peace unlike any he'd ever known. If France had been th

"What iz This?" "Dinner.." "Why does zhe boy's mush look more appetizing?" "Because the boy's food was created in a lab by overpaid men in white suits and inflated egos. This was created out of the goodness of my heart, which is currently running off four hours of sleep, a bran muffin, and a very low opinion of the world at large. France poked at his food apprehensively, "I don't believe I 'ave to suffer just because you cannot separate fact from fiction." "Those are real problems people face!" England retorted jabbing his fork across the table at France. "I doubt it! It iz a Soap Opera!" France reasoned shrugging his shoulders while ey