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Person A: What are you doing here?

Person B: I've put myself in time out.

Person A: Why?

Person B: Time out is closer than gaol.

[ask-the-miser-na-bros]

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

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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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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

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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*

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((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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Vow  

“Are you out of your mind, Gilbert? What did you think you were doing, bringing him back, like this?”

Holy Rome, who was no longer Holy Rome, because he remembered nothing of what he once was. Who was no longer interested in statecraft or making sarcastic comments about his impending death to Roderich—but instead, preoccupied with toy trains, pets and picture books. His eyes had lit up with childish delight at the sight of the Archduchess’ new puppy. He had begged Gilbert to be allowed to play with it.

And he had run right past, without even recognising Roderich. It was surreal. 

“I didn’t ‘do’ anything. When I found him, he had no memory.” Gilbert’s countenance is infuriatingly, one of utter calm.

“You’re lying.” Cycling through life and death was the norm for their kind. But no one, as far as knew, had ever returned like this. Missing chunks and pieces of time? Many times. But as a blank slate?

“Well, believe what you will.” Gilbert shrugs. There’s something like mockery playing at the edges of his smile. “It’s very flattering that you think I did—what? Cast a spell? Made a bargain with the Devil himself?”

“You’ve given him a new name.” Ludwig. Old German. The name of kings. One familiar to his culture, but still strange and foreign to his ears. Roderich still cannot match it to the child wearing the face of the boy-emperor. “Does he know he once had another?”

Did the boy know he had once had another name? Another life?

“Not yet. But I will tell him, in good time.” Gilbert’s eyes meet Roderich’s, cool and steely. “Naturally, you wouldn’t want to traumatise a child, would you?” 

“You? Caring and being responsible for a child? I suppose you think this is funny. Making us participate in this farce, when all of us know who he once was.”

There’s something in Gilbert’s gaze that Roderich can’t put his finger on. Conviction? Commitment? It unsettles him. 

“Farce? When he remembers absolutely nothing? Why should he be tied down to a dead legacy, instead of a new beginning? It is a good name for him. And I will raise him to be worthy of it.”

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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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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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"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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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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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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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.