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Things That I, The Great Prussia, Am No Longer Allowed To Do ( But will still do anyway. ) 1. I am no longer allowed to stand up on the table in the middle of a World Meeting to strip and sing. 2. Even if Scotland joins me. 3. Or even if France puts money down the front of my crotch. 4. Germany will lecture me. 5. For the gazillionth time. 6. And I hate his lectures. 7. They're boring as all hell. 8. I'm not allowed to sleep in the middle of a meeting. 9. Especially if Germany is lecturing. 10. I am no longer allowed to scream " PENIS " in the middle of a meeting. 11. Or " My anus is bleeding." 12. Or " FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, A

You sat on your throne, looking out into a large throne room.  Your throne was made of a deep, cherry-brown wood, and the seat was gold-incrusted and made of red satin.  The throne room radiated with light and huge chandeliers hung overhead, their crystals glimmering brilliantly, causing the room to be speckled with small rainbows. You sighed and looked over at your husband, who was sitting next to you on his throne.  He turned to you and smiled, looking happy like he always does. You smiled back, and then looked down at the little bundle in your arms.  Romano, yours and Antonio’s son, was sleeping peacefully in your arms.  He was sno

Hetalia Performing Arts Series – SpainXReader: Paso Doble You straightened the black tank top you were wearing with the black jazz pants, the outfit that your new dance teacher had requested for everyone in your dance class. Admittedly this particular dance class hadn't been your first choice. You'd hoped to take salsa but there weren't enough teachers to keep up with the demand, so you signed up for a dance class that taught paso doble. You'd never heard of it before, so you were curious about this type of dance. Walking into the dance studio you noticed that all of the other girls in the class were talking excitedly about something.

"Sweden!!" Sweden turned his head to see Finland running towards him, and then running into his back. He looked down at the shorter man and into his bright violet eyes. "Yes?" Sweden asked. His deep voice not really cold, but not the friendliest either. "I wanted to say Happy Birthday, Sweden!" Finland looked up at his tall companion with a bright smile. Ah, that's right. June 6th, Sweden's Birthday. "Ja, thanks." Sweden spoke. "Anytime!" Finland chirped. "So, are you and (Name) doing something special tonight?" The sound of her name made his heart skip a beat. Sweden had been dating the girl of his dreams for three years now, and they