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Article posted 8 months ago
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Tell me if you like it! If people do, I'll post more of it here. If not, I'll leave it on Quotev. Or, tell me if you want the link to the Quotev chapters.
Iggy stood in front of her bathroom mirror and checked her hair roots. Good, she didn't have to do any last minute touch-ups. She shrugged on her tote bag and ran outside, flying to the bus stop. Derek was standing at the stop, waiting for his friend. "Hey Ignis, how'd you sleep?"
Iggy sneered at Derek, "Ha ha, your hilarious. You know exactly how I slept! And stop calling my Ignis, it's been Iggy since...
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Fan fiction posted over a year ago
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~Hungary~
Almost a week went by when Austria sat next to me for breakfast. The sun was just about to come out from behind the hills. Italy was still sleeping in his bed. I pushed my pancake around in the "syrup". It tasted more like preservatives.
"Aren't you going to eat?" he asked, reading over the sheet music he had been working on.
I stayed quiet, and just kept pushing the pancake. I was to preoccupied with my thoughts to talk to someone who wouldn't listen to me anyway.
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Fan fiction posted over a year ago
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~Hungary~
When I got home, I changed into night clothes and crawled into bed. Austria was already asleep, facing the opposite wall. The next morning he went straight to his piano and wouldn't let anyone approach him.
I think that Italy noticed how upset I was. He did his work twice as fast as normal, and he kept doing little extra things for me, like picking flowers. It was both sweet and heartbreaking. How could he know me better than my own husband?
I kept wondering about my meeting with Prussia. Did I know? Did I know why he called me there? I couldn't...
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Fan fiction posted over a year ago
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I told Italy to go to bed at 7:30. It was 9 o'clock by the time I got him to fall asleep. 3 hours left to meet Prussia. I was only feet from the door when a hand gripped my shoulder.
"Hungary," a voice said, "Where are you going?"
I sighed, there was no way Austria would understand my wanting to meet Prussia. I turned to him and saw him working on a sheet of music.
"I need to take a walk. We weren't able to get to the park, and I can't stand just staying in this house all day. And no, going to the courtyard does not count as 'taking a walk'".
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Fan fiction posted over a year ago
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I walked in Austria's courtyard, broom in hand. Italy would be coming home soon from visiting his brother, Romano, at Spain's house. I thought that might as well start cleaning, so Italy and I could go out to the park.
Austria followed me out, back erect. He raised an eyebrow questioningly at the broom in my hand.
"Why do you have a push broom? It is Italy's job after all!" he scoffed.
I frowned, "I just thought I could do Italy's chores so we could all have a relaxing day today."
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