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It was another boring afternoon. You were sitting at the window and staring outside, waiting for Ludwig to return from his daily jog. You didn't want to go with him and you were so bored now. You should have gone with him, at least you wouldn't be alone like that. You sighed and looked up at the sky. Black clouds were gathering, it was going to rain very soon. You hoped that Ludwig will come back before it starts raining but a few seconds later you saw that it was already drizzling. Just a minute later it was already raining heavily. You could guess that Ludwig won't be very happy. You stayed at the window hoping he would appear soon. It co

Enjoy ~~~~~~~  Hello, Bonjour. My name is Matthew.I am this many.Uhhhh~ 7 years old. I love to play games but I love my mama _________, and my Papa very much.They love me too. Today is a very special day for mama and papa, it is their 10th marrigeux annviermasary. I don't think I said that right, what do you want from me i'm only 7.  I had woken up and grabbed my stuffed animal whom i've named Kumajiro. Mama wrote his name on the tag so I wouldn't forget his name.Sometimes I have trouble though but enough about this back to my parents. I had one of the maids follow me as I went through the drawers in the kitchen. The chef was busy making

"____, hurry up! We're going to be late for our flight to Italy!" "Okay! I'm coming!" "GOD! You take forever just to put a book in a bag, now hurry and lets go!" "Alright alright!" you shout as you start running towards the plane you are you ride.You and your older brother were on your way to go to Italy because you begged your brother to bring you because you always told him you wanted to be with the perfect Italian man. "If you don't speed it up, we aren't going for another five years!" "OKAY!" you shout, then run even faster. ~~~ You finally got to rest once you and your brother got on the plane. When you sat down, you saw a handsome guy i

Warning: Prussia and Germany's drunk language ~~~~~“Go ahead und choose, (Y/n).” You reached inside, shuffling your hand around before clutching onto a hard and smooth something that fit between three of your fingers. You pulled it out: a cross necklace. The man holding the bag’s face went bright red as several people called to him. “Ve~! Congratulations, Germany!” A glare from the German made Feliciano nervous. “I-I mean Ludwig! Right, Ludwig, hehe…” “No vay mein un-awesome bruder gets to raise her!” “Good for you, Ludwig-san.”   You assumed this man, Ludwig, was