XSilverSiren

Switzerland was frustrated and fed up.  He wanted your attention and the other countries were stealing it away with fancy trinkets and tokens of affection.  Sure, you still hung out with him and his sister quite a bit, but to him it wasn't enough. At the moment he was at the grocery store with Liechtenstein in tow.  He fumed on and on in his head about how he was just as good - better even - than the other countries who took up your time.  Some of them were tolerable, but he absolutely couldn't stand it when you spent time with Austria to fawn over his piano playing.  Switzerland grit his teeth just thinking about it. "Brother, slow down pl

Arthur throws open the window trying to swat green gas out of the remains of what was his bedroom. He turns back to his small workbench scanning the various bottle and books scattered across the table. He sighs and running his fingers through his hair. Another failed attempt. How many times did that make it eight or nine? He’s honestly lost count. Black magic wasn’t exactly a science nor did it turn out that he had any great gift for it. But what choice did he have? “Mr. Kirkland?” a small voice breaks the silence. Arthur turns to see a young lady in waiting shyly standing in the door. Quickly he pulls a blanket over

Switzerland was frustrated and fed up.  He wanted your attention and the other countries were stealing it away with fancy trinkets and tokens of affection.  Sure, you still hung out with him and his sister quite a bit, but to him it wasn't enough. At the moment he was at the grocery store with Liechtenstein in tow.  He fumed on and on in his head about how he was just as good - better even - than the other countries who took up your time.  Some of them were tolerable, but he absolutely couldn't stand it when you spent time with Austria to fawn over his piano playing.  Switzerland grit his teeth just thinking about it. "Brother, slow down pl