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England x Reader x 2P!England : Wonderland - P.6
"A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U "
That singing sounded awfully familiar and it was coming from the clearing ahead. There was a smell of smoke in the air, and the singing was almost hypnotic. When you came into the clearing with the two Arthurs, you saw Cheshire Kiku disappear
"Where'd he go?" You asked
"Cheshire hates the Caterpillar I'm not sure why" Good Arthur said
"O-U-E-I-O-A U-E-I-A A-E-I-O-U "
You looked up and saw something odd. It looked like Yao (or China, as some called him), but he had a pair of antennae. He was smoking a hookah, whilst sitting on a toadstool and when he saw you come in, he gave you a disapproving look
"Who are you?" He asked, blowing the smoke in your face as he spoke
You coughed and glared at him
"That is so rude!" You said, angry
"Why?" He asked
Before you could say another word, Good Arthur stepped forward
"Caterpillar we must get out of Wonderland. Do you know the w
A Bet Too Far-Chapter 3Over the next few weeks, Romano made it a habit to ring England and soon found himself looking forward to the phone conversations with the Brit. Not that he actually liked him or anything! But there was no reason why he couldn't at least try to enjoy himself a bit while he was doing this right? Which is why he was surprised when England mentioned something unexpected
"I have to come to Italy for some diplomatic reasons soon. Do you want to meet up again? I have to admit I enjoyed your conversation last time"
Romano gave a start. Seriously, this was too easy! "Umm, yeah sure, that's sounds good, yeah! "
He frowned afterwards though, how to do this without getting Veneciano suspicious? Oblivious as his brother usually was, he could be annoyingly astute when it suited him. Ugh well, dancing around the issue would only make his brother more suspicious, best to just be upfront and hope that his brother didn't pick up on it
"Feli, you know the meeting with England soon?"
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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