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April’s Fall Masterlist

Original prompt 

Part 1: A Magic Rose 

Part 2: Suspicions & Secrets

Part 3: Ruffled Feathers

Part 4: Doors, Vials & Names

Part 5: Lost Memories

Part 6: The Fall // Coming Around The Mountain

[ask-the-miser-na-bros]

((Missing 2! M/A: 1/5))

[ask-the-awesome]

I know I'm always hungry after a long nap. Have you eaten yet, Prussia?

“Now that I think of it, no. I should do something about that, going without breakfast isn’t healthy.” 

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Person A: You smell like macaroni

Person B: *Raised eyebrow*

Person A: Like, specifically kraft macaroni

Person B: *Deadpan look*

Person A: Hey! I didn't say it was a bad smell

Person B: *Soft shake of head*

Person A: *Giggles*

[ask-the-miser-na-bros]

((Nothing unites two siblings like making fun of another))

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England: I like my partner how I have my tea.

France:...

England: Hot'n'sweet

America: See now I really thought you were going to say abandoned and cold, then by the time you remember them, all the sweetness has sunk to the bottom and it's not until you've completely drained them that there's an overwhelming bittersweetness before they're done or gone for good.

England:...

America: *shrugs* But that's just me

France: Are you okay?

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"I bet chefs were the ones who were told not to play with their food as kids."

- Sealand, after being told not to play with his food and seriously contemplating becoming a chef out of spite

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"Inspiration is like lightning, it never hits the same place twice. Except for when it does."

England

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"So then they said, 'Don't worry, we'll fix it!' and I was like, 'bloody fuckin oath you will!'"

- Australia, about that wanker

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Day 2 - Angst

Canada was a big place, but everyone seemed to forget about him. Some days, this was a blessing and others it was a curse. Canada may have been expansive, but Matthew was only young. He wandered across his land alone. Always alone.

Over the years, many countries came and went. Each would leave in time. It was inevitable. They tried to tame Matthew. He pretended it worked but each time they would leave. He was the perfect child, seen but not heard…

Eventually he was not seen at all. 

He tried his best but the credit always went to somebody else.

He had had enough.

It was a normal day at a meeting when he snapped. Normal for him anyway. People ignored him. America was being loud. Germany was yelling at Italy. Then Russia sat on him. It was that action that made him snap. He shoved Russia off him with a strangled yell. “Stop sitting on me!”

Matthew jumped to his feet. He was angry. He was furious. His face was red with rage and his hands were curled into fists.

Russia landed on the floor and glared at the chair, through Matthew. He muttered something about a cursed chair and sat on Lithuania instead. Poland started yelling at Russia and the meeting returned to normal.

Matthew felt the anger drain as cold acceptance flowed through him. It hardened his resolve and he stormed out of the meeting. He made it to the closest bathroom where he broke down. 

There was nothing cute about his tears. His sobs violently wracked his deceptively strong frame as he clutched to the sink.

“Please. I don’t care anymore. Make it stop. Please. Please. I- I just can’t.” He sobbed. 

The mirror shimmered and his reflection warped. 

“Matthew.” His warped reflection had a voice full of static.

“James!” Matthew gasped. “Please.” Tears dripped from his chin onto his white-knuckled hands. He took off his foggy glasses in order to see his counterpart.

Pity flashed in James’ eyes. “Matthew once you cross, you can’t go back.” The gruff man warned.

Anger surged through the quieter Canadian’s veins. “Nobody cares! I don’t care! I can’t be alone anymore!” His voice broke, “Please, James.”

“Think of the consequences, Matthew.”

“I have.”

James sighed. “When did I become the responsible one, eh?” He smirked. At any other time this may have succeeded in snapping Matthew snap out of it. But not this time. It didn’t even make the distraught country crack a smile.

“James. Canada. Please.”

The reflection’s eyes flashed. “Put your hands on the mirror and let go, Matthew. Give in. Give up.”

Their hands joined through the mirror-turned-portal. James grinned ferally as he grasped Matthew’s wrists and tugged.  

—

James cracked his neck as he walked out of the bathroom. He was Canada now. Nobody would ever walk over him like they did Matthew.

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England: You know that one Monty Python sketch where everything breaks and everyone dies around that one guy?

England: And everybody blames it on him even though he didn't do anything?

USA: Uh...

England: That's how I feel at the moment.

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When a person gets their license from the back of a cereal packet

NSW: Move over!

QLD: Where are they from?

NSW: Bloody ACT.

QLD: Ah, that explains it.

NSW: *laughs* And they're in a Volvo to boot!

QLD: Double wammy

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So I'm writing the next part of April's Fall (finally) and I'm getting ahead of myself...

I meant to write "course of the day".

I also made an overall outline so there'll be 6 chapters & possibly an epilogue.

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Australia: As well as celebrating on New Year's Eve with everyone else, I'm going to celebrate the end of New Year's Day with just my mum.

New Zealand: Why?

Australia: No, England.

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If you don't settle down, I'll settle you down and it will not be pleasant.

- England, to Australia, definitely

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Very half-baked idea

Based on the current Toilet Paper crisis...

It's dangerous to walk the streets by yourself now. They will catch you and hold you hostage for the white gold. The lucky ones have some stored away that they can trade with. Others, it's said, are put to work making it and are never heard from again.

The government collapsed. Society as a whole collapsed.

Anything that can be used in place of it, is. The upperclass have had bidets installed. The rest of us can't afford it.

Newspaper companies are making a killing... literally.

"Man slaughtered over last copy of The Guardian"

"Oxygen levels decreasing dramatically as 'Shit heads' cut more trees"

"Police raid finds 250 rolls in attic"

Everything's gone to shit and we don't have anything to clean it with.