Breath in for four seconds. Hold for seven seconds. Exhale for eight seconds. B4, H7, E8 [ fem! Dennor fic ]

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend. Somewhere along in the bitterness, and I would have stayed up all night, had I known how to save a life. Just a sad DenNor One shot. I may make a reversed role chapter two.

-Finnor- Tuuli, is a personal maid/servant girl to the Princess Lovise. Over the time of working for her, she becomes completely smitten with Lovise. She has to win her heart before the princess gets engaged to someone else. {Tuuli: Nyo! Finland} {Lovise: Nyo! Norway} {Emil: Iceland} {Francis: France} {Matthieu: Canada} {Samira: Seychelles} {Synnøve: The Queen}

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"Will you wait?" "Will I see you again?" []DISCLAIMER[] I OWN NOTHING... HETALIA/CHARACTERS BELONGS TO HIDEKAZ HIMARUYA HYMN FOR THE MISSING RIGHTFULLY BELONGS TO RED []Thank You[]

A collection of SwissAus drabbles. The image and Hetalia do not belong to me.

A Pruaus high school!au where Roderichs father is a strict business man who doesn't have time for children, so he gets sent to a small boarding school in Germany where he meets a strange boy named Gilbert beilshmidt. He seems a little too cheerful, especially considering the state his life is in. Come, my children. Watch them grow up and be gay together. ((Readers beware... This is darker than most highschool aus because of attempted sexual assault, abuse, mentions of suicide and death. I swear it's not as dark as it sounds)) Story one of four in the To hell and back series ;)

You work as a student journalist in your third of college. You were a hardworking and dedicated student, but maybe a little but too dedicated. One day you and your group had a project to make. Fun fact that they left you on your own as they traveled to Belgium for Tomorrowland. Terrific? No. Alone you ventured off to Norway knowing only bits of the language and little knowledge about the country. Good? Somehow yes. On your way you met with a graduate from your university who lived here, but something's off. Let's trace back our thoughts back to our fairytales and see the truth.