A winged man trudged through the snow, their shadowy feathers fluttered about but the ends of his medium coverts lined a black goopy and shadowy liquid.
The liquid had a misty-black aura, the man's black wings cluster upon cluster began forming upon his back. His cloak doing it's hardest to hide the giant black wings on it's owner's back.
The moon shined above, it's bearing light and it's surface reflecting the sun's rays of light upon the dark land below.
The man held a lantern in his offhand and a tattered and old book in the other. A pendant laid spew on the man's neck, the chain's iron link and golden tint matched the shape of the orange-red and black pendant.
In the middle, the pendant held a simple— but glowing ore. It's sides polished and cut to resemble a eight-pointed star.
The man's eyes were two pristine shades of red and golden, a pair of glasses rested on his nose ridge. His combed yet messy black hair along with his face, anyone could tell the man adorned a tricolored flag consisting of a harsh black, and two warm colors.
The man's wings spread out,
"Niemcy, dlaczego wstajesz tak wcześnie?" (Germany, why are you up so early?)
Poland, a winged lady adorning the flag of Poland a duel-colored flag spoke out, her white wings stretched lightly.
"I could not sleep, Polen." The other, Germany replied his red and golden eyes glanced at a few papers on a mahogany-wood desk, a quill with leftover ink sprawled off to the side.
"powinnaś pozwolić mi sobie pomóc, kochanie." (You should let me help you, my love) The polish woman exclaimed slightly as she arranged a few bottles of different colored inks on the table.
"I'm sorry for causing you trouble. Polen." The German man stood up, going over to the other and peeking their check before taking a few papers off the desk and crumbling them, throwing them into the bin below him.
"Let's get to bed, moja miłość." The polish woman hummed, taking the German's hand guiding him to a queen-sized bed with a grey blanket and a few royal patterns on the sheets.
But before the couple could lay down, the man twirled the lady around his voice running a chill down the polish lady's spine,
Speaking in a low tone, the German man said—
"I am not the only traveler who has yet to repaid his dept, don't know what I should do. Haunted by the ghost and love that you gave me to the end of time." Germany softly kissed Poland, both their hands and wings intertwined with each other by the tips.
"Even if I have to sacrifice my life for you, I always will love you, Polen." The German man finished, laying both him and his partner on the bed.
A black wisp of energy putting out all of the seven candles within the room. As the couple covered themselves in the warm blankets and sheets that were on the bed, their hands still intertwined with each other as the polish lady's ability lightened the mood and slightly gave a gentle but sleepy effect within the room.
A gentle tone of a violin and a piano playing,
A feather laid atop a drawer facing the force of the source of it's freedom.
America walked through the Central Hall with Philippines and Japan by his side as the latter held two notebooks in his hand and the former hummed a tone as she walked.
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✧ Hollow Forest; Secrets from Within ✧
Fantasy(DISCONTINUED/PERMANENT HIATUS) ° • . Hello! This is my first story on the site, don't hesitate to give tips! . • ° Disclaimer! This story has multiple ships and background/side characters that may have their own spotlight chapters! •• ━━━━━ ••●••...
