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Garden In The Ceiling 4 (Norway x Reader) Song(s)- Give me shadow, put on my crown by Worlds End Girlfriend https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oS0aF5svteE His music literally fits this story…so please give it a listen! Very gory chapter, so…yeah, look out! . . . . Chore “I’m sorry…” A man of about thirty stood above two figures, one small and the other wide. “I’m so, so sorry…” The man repeated again, his peppermint eyes flickering between the two of them, his lips set in a flawed frown. The atmosphere within the room only darkened as he continued to speak, as if his shadow

   ___ padded along the tops of water lilies circular leaves. She tried to think how she landed here… All she knew is she died a very long time ago, at least she thought. It seemed like a few centuries since she's woken in this ghostly form. At first she didn't know she had died… What brought the fact to her attention was when an elder woman came to her garden. ___ tried to say hello countless times but to no avail. The woman only got freaked out and ran off never to be seen again.    Sighing ___ leaped to the bay of the small pond. Among her many various flowers grew with a small path cutting threw it

    The day had started out boring and normal. Your mood was dull today, and your boyfriend Nikolai was oddly quiet today. The teacher was droning on, but you weren't paying much attention. You instead chose to doodle in your notebook, your eyes occasionally looking up to glance at Nikolai, who was scribbling on something you couldn't see.    You let out a small sigh, scratching out the annoying, dumb picture you drew. You flipped to a new page, pressing the tip of your pencil against the paper, but something else caught your eye.    It was a folded up piece of paper.    You looked up to Nikolai, but he was still writing swiftly. You to

    From the table in the house, Ludwig sat, looking over some forms from work. He'd scribble his signature occasionally, or mark something on the sheet, or shuffle them once again, but overall it was quiet and boring inside. Gentle laughter from the back-yard drew his blue eyes up, and he took in the scene before him.    You and his older brother Gilbert sat in the green grass, chuckling together. Your smile was sweet and gentle, and so was Gilbert's. Ludwig couldn't remember the last time the albino was as happy as this.    Gilbert had met you a couple months ago. You were a quiet person. Not necessarily shy, you just didn't speak often

   You pulled up to your friend, Mathias Kohler's home, in which he shared with 4 other  men from Northern Europe, which Mat claimed to be the king of. Mat is a Danish boy you met back in middle school, you caught him setting up a prank, you asked to join instead of turning him in. needless to say, after that, you were attached at the elbow.    When you knocked Emil, opened the door. Lukas, standing a bit away from him, had a look of his smile-less amusement, while Emil looked distressed, "come on in, _____" Lukas was the older brother, born in Norway, whom barely ever showed emotion. Especially smiles. Emil was adopted from

A/N: RQ for doughnutz007, hope you like it and enjoy reading~! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ She stumbled along the packed school hall ways. She’d trip over her own two feet every few seconds like everyone else that hurried to get to class. (Name) let out a sigh, being new at school sucked and sure it could be fun but not when you moved thousands of miles away from your old home out of the blue. Her mom had this radical idea to get up and move half way a crossed the country for a new job. (Name) found out only two days before the move and her opinion on it didn’t seem to matter. Tightly clutching her binder, (Name) blew some of her (h/c) lo

           "OW!"    "Quit moving."    "It hurts!"    "I said quit moving!" You barked. You were stitching up your German boyfriend's cheek. This was the billionth time in the two years you two were together that you had to stitch up another wound he got from Luciano. And the reason why he got them was stupid. For example, Lutz called him a 'pasta loving mobster' and nearly killed him for it. Stupid shit like that.    "What'd you say this time, Mr. Smart-mouth?"    Lutz jerked back as you applied force to his skin and said, "Nothin'. I've always told you that Luciano has anger issues but no, you don't wanna believe me." Your eyebrow

'Life without you would be like a broken pencil...pointless.' [Name] smiled softly at the little note. Every time she would go to one of the World Summit meetings, a little piece of paper would be sitting on the table in front of her seat. She now had a small handful of said messages, ranging from 'Your beauty makes the morning sun look like the dull glimmer of the moon' to 'If beauty were time, you'd be an eternity'. The only problem was that the author of such sweet words never wrote his name. I wonder who it is... [Name] pondered, as she looked around the clearly-packed room. Every nation had arrived by now, so it could have been anyone.

"You've been a bad girl. Go to my room." "Of course." [Name] purred as she opened the door to the Frenchman's bedroom. She stood in the doorway, looking at his beautifully sculpted body that was barely covered by the tousled red sheets. He always told her that red was the color of love. A mere rose covered his privates, earning a small smile from the woman. He shot her an inviting look, both love and lust could clearly be seen in his eyes. Seeing this, she smirked and stepped closer, her hand trailing the soft skin of his chest, slowly going lower. "Why don't you stop and smell the roses?" His eyes lit up as her face came within inches of h

He'd never felt this powerful in his life. With his sword drawn in his hand and his other arm protectively around [Name]'s waist, Eduard felt as though he were walking on clouds. Earlier that day, he'd done something that Lithuania and Latvia had dreamed of doing for years- he stood up to Russia. "Umm, Mr. Russia?" The Estonian's trembling voice rang eerily through the near-empty house. Toris had gone shopping, and wouldn't return for a while, and Raivis, well, he was still probably hidden in one of the many rooms. As for [Name], Russia liked to keep her busy, so she was most likely tidying up somewhere. Ivan paused for a second, and turned