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 Rain came down harder than you had ever seen before, flood warnings were scattered everywhere on the news and you could hear the leak of the gutters over the drone of the Tv. But you didn't care; you were snuggled and warm under a layer of fleece blanket with a cup of coffee in one hand and the Tv remote in the other just as relaxed as you could be. After finding a good movie over the other boring late night shows you began to nod off after about an hour. The warmth, the patter of rain, all used as a lullaby to lull you to sleep.  A knock on the door shocked you awake and almost made you spill your coffee everywhere. Thinking it was the Tv

I'll be referring to the countries as both their human names AND their country names 'cause I feel like it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was morning. 10am to be exact, and Iceland was faced with a bit of a problem. You had slept over the night before, being your best friend, Iceland knew that it was virtually impossible to wake you up. Heck! He once even set his puffin on you and you just turned over and kept sleeping! But....This time, Emil's brothers were there, maybe he could make use of that. So, first he went to the loudest, most annoying person he knew, Denmark. "Hey, Dane, I'll buy you beer if you manage to wake (y/n) up." said Emil, "Woah

~Exchange Experience~ “The longing for sweets is really a yearning for love or "sweetness.” ― Marion Woodman A/N: There might be a curse word or two, but other than that everything should be fine          “Hello, I believe you must be [Y/N] from the exchange program. I am Sadiq Adnan.” The young man graciously bowed in front of you, never losing you out of sight. He had a charming smile planted on his lips and a part of his face was covered by a white mask, only leaving space for the eyes. He seemed a little bit older than you, but his aura was really enchanting. There was something

          „The family is that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to.”          “Hello, I believe you must be [Y/N] from the exchange program. I am Yao Wang!” You didn’t know what you liked more about the cheerful boy in front of you. He wore his hair long, tied in a ponytail, a few locks framing his light face. He wore a white hoodie with long sleeves going over the level of his hands and a Hello Kitty above the middle pocket. Some would find this weird, but you thought it suited him in a way. In