After Chell and Wheatley had defeated GLaDOS, they both lived their lives normally. Well, kind of. Wheatley now owned his Management Rail and Chell now owned a bakery, due to her recent obsession with cake. The Orange & The Blue, the moron and the mute, the sun and the sky, the fire and the water. Each of those things represented the bond they share. Each of them are completely different things. And so is Chell and Wheatley. But they make it work out.

[Before this book starts I just want to clarify that this is my first ever legit story so I'll be almost as sorry as Wheatley if it turns out bad. I also want to clarify that it contains spoilers of the real game.] So there he was, the core was there, floating aimlessly throughout the cold, vast space for eternity, with his so called 'Space Partner', trying to keep himself amused. And there she was, the dangerous, mute, lunatic, out of Aperture. Wandering upon the wheat field about her. The core and the mute had had their times, their moments, good and bad, they don't have much in common. Except for one emotion...

Collection of short Prussia and Hungary stories. From happy fluff, to depressing moments, humor and love, and everything in between. Possible smut