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Long ago in Japan,Nikki loved to draw.She knew that one day she must follow her father's footsteps.She must become a ninja at the castle,as was the custom.But Nikki loved to draw.    When Nikki was 12,her mother died.The next year,her father died,so Nikki started to work.But she missed drawing so much that she sent out to find a teacher.She had to study art.    Nikki's first choice was a very famous artist.She begged the artish to help her,but the man simply turned her down,as did to many others.Finally,Nikki found Toyohiro,a quiet artist who loved nature and made woodblock prints.Nikki learned to love nature and make prints as much as he

It had been a long day. Though all the commotion and all the craziness was something Sweden was used to, it seemed to just escalate even further than usual today and don’t even get him started on the violence and roaring either. No matter what time or place, he couldn’t catch a break from it. It was as if a curse had been set on him by Norway or England; even though he was certain they held no grudges against him. Typically speaking, World meetings he went to were always hectic and today’s was no different. He was fully prepared for the chaos to be unleashed as soon as England even spoke a word. No offence to the poor guy,

If I were able to leave my body and enter someone else’s, I would go back in time to when the kingdom of Prussia still existed. I would enter Gilbert Beilschmidt, a Commander of the Prussian soldiers in the war against Austria. How would things be like? What kind of hardships did he live through? I would like to know what it felt like to fight for what was Mr.Beilschmidt’s people. History might have been made when a war starts and ends, but never in our history, is what was lost truly recorded. So hear out Mr.Beilschmidt’s story as I walk in his shoes on the day Prussia won its war against Austria.                          

"A-Arthur! O-Ow.....s-stop, i-it hurts! I'm not ready!" You screamed "It'll be okay love. Just relax, the pain will go away. Give it time." A certain British male said soothingly    Alfred and Francis had been walking by when they heard you making some strange noises from behind a locked and closed door. They listened carefully, ears pressed against the wooden door. What was going on?   They heard moving on what sounded to be a bed. Then a sound that sounded a little needy.    "Do you want me to stop love?" They heard Arthur say in a soothing and loving voice    "N-No, I can handle i-it! Please keep going!" You nearly screamed    Franc

    I watched her as she giggled and laughed. Those beautiful sounds bringing such a blissful harmony of music to my art room from a girl filled with sadness. She dipped each finger into the buckets of amerce colors, laughing as the cold mixtures covered her skin. She'd never know what those colors may be but that didn't stop her. Her color stained fingers felt out the blank walls and then she did what most thought she couldn't. She'd paint. She painted my walls with colors, rainbows, how she believed the world to be. Even though her world was only black.    That girl is (Name). She was born blind, never has she seen a thing in her life. I

Grumpy Sleeper (England x Reader) ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ Warning Cheeky brit ahead! Hope you Enjoy it :3 ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ ~~~(Name) POV~~~ You couldn't decide whether or not it was sad or adorable, the fact that the grumpy brit was also a grumpy sleeper. Like seriously did this guy ever smile unless it was for a cup of tea, his magical ‘Friends’ or if he was drunk? You were on your way back to England after visiting Alfred in America and were on a plane with only a few people on it- curtsey of Alfred and his government. Arthur was snuggled up into a bl

You had dumped your groceries on the kitchen counter after a successful day of shopping, rubbing your cold hands together and untangling your scarf, hanging it back up. You stopped and stood with a cup of bitter coffee, just staring out the window for awhile, watching the cold flurry of white. Before you headed to bed for the night, you made sure to put all the food up, reloading the cabinets. You finally put the pancake mix up on the highest shelf and took a short shower before crawling in under the covers, a purr seeming to escape you as you were enveloped in warmth.   You slowly drifted off to sleep, your chest rising and falling with eve