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Roses (Spain) → Monaco (Monaco) _____ felt her conciousness coming back to her and smiled. Without opening her eyes she streched her arm to touch Lovino only to find that the space next to her was empty. She sat up and looked around the room for him.   Sure enough, he was there, sitting back in a chair with his feet on the desk and had a small notepad on his lap, seemingly doodling. “Buongiorno, bella!” he smiled. “Did you sleep well?” “Yes” she nodded, beaming, and just watched him for a while, curious. Was Lovino sketching? She wrapped the white sheet around her body, got up and hobbled towards h

Roses (Spain) → ? (?) _____ felt her conciousness coming back to her and smiled. Without opening her eyes she streched her arm to touch Lovino only to find that the space next to her was empty. She sat up and looked around the room for him. Sure enough, he was there, sitting back in a chair with his feet on the desk and had a small notepad on his lap, seemingly doodling. “Buongiorno, bella!” he smiled. “Did you sleep well?” “Yes” she nodded, beaming, and just watched him for a while, curious. Was Lovino sketching? She wrapped the white sheet around her body, got up and hobbled towards him, the edg

Ibiza (Spain) → Roses (Spain) The phone on his bedside table rang and Lovino reached out and fumbled around for it without opening his eyes. “Pronto” he urged in the usual italian way the caller to talk. There was a small pause and then, “Yes, bastard,” he said, “you woke me, but I'm listening...”. His voice was gruffier than usual because of the sleep. Lovino rolled on his stomach and buried his head under his pillow so that the sunlight from the porthole wouldn't break through his still closed eyelids. “Are you sure?” he asked, “...Perfect. That's perfect”. Another pause. &

Malaga (Spain) → Ibiza (Spain) As was planned from the previous day, the four friends all met on the main deck and headed towards the closest restaurant of the ship to get breakfast. As was rather a tradition already, they split in two, Francis and Alfred leading the way and _____ and Lovino following. “You look gorgeous as ever!” Lovino told her and winked. _____ smiled and kissed him, snaking her arms around his neck. The kiss was long and slow, and sealed that what had happened yesterday was not an accident.   When they broke apart, _____ was glad to see that neither the American nor the Frenchman had noticed something

A/N: Since there's no official human name for Denmark, instead of “Mathias”, I support the use of the name “Mark” simply because DenMARK. Besides, we already have an offical “Mat” (Poor Canada was forgotten again). Casablanca (Morocco) → Malaga (Spain) Alfred and _____ woke up rather late, but not too late to miss breakfast. They were feeling rather bored and decided to go eat at the restaurant closest to their cabin. They ate cereal with chocolate milk and _____ laughed, because Alfred's blue eyes were shining in happiness behind his glasses, reminding her of a child. During breakfast, while _____

A/N1: Yes, yes, the title is a joke. A/N2: Usually, I write reader-inserts in first person singular because it always made more sense to me to read reader-inserts in “I”. However, since this time there will be scenes where the reader isn't present, I've decided to use a narrator, so the story will be writen in third person singular, “She” Lisbon (Portugal) → Casablanca (Morocco) The seagalls were flying around the ship while she abandonned the harbor of Lisbon. The young woman smiled and admired the rising behind the mountains of Portugal sun that was painting the skyline of the city in wonderful, sweet colours

A.N. 2P!Birds! In this universe, France and Prussia each have two birds. The well-known and fan-adored Gilbird and Pierre, and their alternative players, Flibird and Paul. I am sorry in advance for describing stuff that are impossible to happen (this story was written just for laughs), and for breaking every existing law of kinetic physics. A.N.2 Use of human names of the countries. This is a colab-art with my beloved sister. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Francis was extremely worried. Things were obviously not fine for Paul. Adolescence was a trying age, for sure,

While opening the oven to check on the food for one last time, I wondered, desperate, what else my brother would lose tonight. With that pace, he would soon lose our little apartment, too, for sure, the only thing our parents bequeathed to us.   It had been a few months he had been losing over and over again, even though he was talented in poker. I was by now almost certain the others were actually cheating. He wasn't playing against any moral people either for me to erase that idea off my head. Playing poker against members of a mafia family undergroup, even if you were one of them, was not wise. But, the years of my brother winning in poke

Romeo sighed and placed his coffee mug back on the small kitchen counter of the office. The date was the 14th of January and as it seemed, next month, it would be the first time since turning fifteen that he wouldn't have a date to celebrate Valentine's day with.   He didn't really care about this holiday, he really believed it was nothing but a stupid day invented only for the profit of the various patisseries, flower shops and restaurants, but he did deeply care about a specific woman that paid him no notice.   Courting his co-worker Natalya for months had got him nowhere, not even a small step closer to gaining her affection. Romeo was a v