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Christmas Truce - World War I!Soldiers!France, Prussia and England x World War I!Soldier!Male!Reader The Christmas truce/Weihnachtsfrieden/Trêve de Noël refers to a series of widespread but unofficial ceasefires along the Western Front of World War I around Christmas 1914. ‘Mail,’ (M/n) said as he pressed envelopes into the hands of soldiers as he walked through the trench. He could hear the ruckus of gunfire, explosions and screams in the background. It never seemed to stop. The place he was walking right now was lying in wait. Waiting for a signal from an officer that they were going to attack or that the Allies were

Who’d have thought there’d be this many cats crammed into one room. Big cats, little cats, kittens. Every size, age and color was running around this room.   You watched some of them for awhile, trying to figure out which ones to approach. There were too many cats! A loud yowl pulled your attention to a white Scottish Fold with orange spots, and a white Persian with long fur. The Scottish Fold seemed to be yelling at the Persian, who just couldn’t have cared less. When the smaller of the two had stopped, the Persian started meowing again, a cat-like grin on its furred face. Clearly it enjoyed getting under the other cat&rsq

Immediately a pair of arguing cats caught your attention. One was a fluffy white Persian, who seemed to love riling a white and orange Scottish Fold. You chuckled and looked around. A black cat with a long patch of fur resembling a ponytail sat guarding the kitten pen. An angry yowl cut through the rest of the noise and you followed the sound to the source, seeing a big Russian blue yellowing at a pure white tabby with brown patches on its tail, back, head and left leg. You noted it had a strange curl of fur on the left side of its head.   You walked over, thinking the bigger cat was going to attack the smaller one. It stood over the smaller

The prison was cold. The lights were dim. ____ could here the sound of her steps on the stone floor as she followed close to the guard - afraid. Afraid of the people in the cells, the ones calling names after her -- all of them criminals. Murderers. Just like him. He was in one of those cells, rotting away just like the rest of them A murderer, just like the rest of them ___ felt sick just thinking about it. Murderer. How he; the man she loved - the man she married - could have done the things he had done... She could hardly even imagine it. Hardly. But that's the keyword. She could imagine him doing it. He did it. She knew he did

........... ..... (This was sort of inspired by the nirvana song. I read the meaning of that song (link in description) and I cried because I realized how alone, vulnerable, and misused Kurt felt. The song repeats the part below and 'Something In the Way' and so on. So i decided to do one with a hetalia character and reader-chan! how depressing~ and better yet, with 2p! Italy. I was thinking of doing it with Al but Oliver's good to him soooo... yea. It's sort of a song fict, and knowing Luciano's path, I wanted to do this based on my feelings too. other stuff in description!) (**EDIT: I wrote this a while ago when I first joined the site, b

Do not screenshot, you will get the same person multiple times. Post results if you like! Imagine you are thrust into the alternate world of the 2p's. What will they do you? Italy, Germany, Japan, America, England, Canada, Spain, Romano, Austria, Prussia Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya 2p Italy: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f6/cd/eb/f6cdeb6b67b7e4c6c920e57a949637bb.jpg 2p Germany: https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQkntUe_6VyFySvPAt1b80c-GjV7JrzrFG5n1yS3LStqco5DStU 2p Japan: http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/2phetalia/images/1/1e/D8ee3aeff9f004e408353ed0d179244b.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20151119044453 2p

Papa!Spain Mama!Reader Children!ItalyTwins       Feliciano and Lovino completely ignored her; [Name], their new step-mother.        [Name] knew that Antonio, their father, had gone through a very nasty divorce a few years prior. Although the woman was absolutely horrid - being physically and verbally abusive to both the boys and Antonio - the boys still loved their mother greatly. Although she pushed them away and called them 'terrible little bastardos that should never have been born,' they clung onto her legs - which usually made her angrier. [Name] had watched it unfold, being a friend from Antonio’s college days and forbade from

2P!Italy|Luciano Vargus Fem!Reader    Luciano grunted, wildly turning over in his sleep for the millionth time that night.    You stared tiredly at your husband, pondering the painful grimace adorning his features. You hadn’t been able to sleep since Luciano fell asleep, and started whining and tossing around in his slumber. Sometimes, on nights like this, you would just get up and sleep on the couch.    But this was one of those different nights; something in your gut told you it was - so you stayed.    Luciano’s sleeping form flopped back around to face you and groped around the bed searching for something. When his tan h