Happy early Valentine's Day! In honor of the fourteenth, here's a love collection.
City of Love (Britain and France)
Autumn had hit Paris. Trees were dappled with colorful leaves; red, orange, yellow, and brown. A breeze, not cold enough to be freezing, but chilly enough to necessitate a coat and gloves, blew through the streets. Bakeries filled their displays with their pumpkin, apple, and cinnamon treats, the smells mixing wonderfully in the air.
It was France's favorite season, so she and her husband Britain had decided to spend a day in her capital.
A strong wind suddenly swept through, nearly costing Britain his hat before he was able to save it at the last moment. France giggled and kissed his cheek.
"You're very attached to that hat, amor."
"Well." He put it back on, keeping a hand on it so he didn't lose it again. "If my memory's correct, it was a birthday present from you, my queen. It would break my heart if I ever lost it."
France opened up a frilly umbrella and positioned it over her shoulder. "Even though you literally have dozens of other hats at your service?"
Taking out his own umbrella and using it as a walking stick, Britain replied, "First of all, the majority of those hats are outdated. Secondly, they are nowhere near as special as the one you gave me."
"Oh, tu!" She booped his cold nose. Spotting a little corner café, she whispered, "What do you say to chocolat chaud?"
"Always." While tea would forever remain Britain's favorite drink, he held a soft spot for hot chocolate.
The day may have been frigid, but love was like hot chocolate: soothing, warm, and reinvigorating.
All's Fair In Love and War (Canada and Ukraine)
Ukraine sighed as she stared into the ceiling. She couldn't sleep despite not remembering the last time she did so.
Her boyfriend slumbered next to her, an arm wrapped around her belly. Even his presence wasn't enough to shake away the thoughts.
Weak
Pathetic
You'll never escape your destiny
You were never meant to be independent
What chance does a poor farmer country like you have against the industrialized behemoth that's Russia?
Just submit to Russia, and this'll all be over
No more bombings
No more innocents dying
No. More. War
Ukraine rolled over, clutching her head. "Зупини це!" (Stop it!)
The noise arose Canada, and he sat up, rubbing his eyes. "What's wrong?"
Ukraine blushed. "Sorry. You can go back to sleep."
"Hold on. My copine is shouting at herself, and she expects me to let her deal with it on her own? No way in hell."
Canada's blue eyes shimmered in the dark. "We've been together for what, forty years? By now, I think you know you can trust me with anything."
"But I'm at war, Канада." Ukraine frowned. "And I don't know what's going to happen."
"There's never a sure outcome when it comes to war, 'Raine. War's a chaotic thing. It doesn't care for rules. It's like tossing a hundred-sided die. So many possibilities."
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Scars Anecdotes and Other Stories
Historical FictionYou've watched these countries grow and change through the biggest war in history. Now, imagine them in other events on the world stage, or even just through their normal lives. Tags will be added as story goes on. Suggestions are encouraged!
