"You Don't Do Work On A Day Off!"

"You don't do work on a day off!"

He only needed one moment for her to be distracted while they were preparing the pasta. From scratch, not out of a package, like Feliciana always insisted.

It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy cooking with her, of course he did. He liked cooking and he loved those small domestic moments the two of them were able to share when their busy schedules would allow them to be together.

This time Ludwig’s schedule was going to be very hectic for a few weeks and he had wanted to get ahead of some simple paperwork. It was the kind of paperwork that actually needed his signature more than it would need his attention, but then the Italian woman had shown up at his house a little earlier than expected.

Then he caught his lucky break, just as they started boiling the pasta the sound of Feli’s phone could be heard from his living room. As she went to answer Chiara’s call, the man quickly sprinted to his home office and started signing papers from the pile waiting for him on his desk.

As he started signing off on papers, he quickly lost himself in the mindless task. Also, Feliciana’s conversation with her sister didn’t last as long as he had hoped it would.

So now he knew he was going to face her wrath and this woman could get angry. The other nations just never saw this side of Feli.

The door to his office flew open and slammed into the wall. “You don’t do work on a day off!”

For a moment Ludwig was frozen in his seat.

“It’s only a small pile of documents…” he started before the brunette’s glare cut him off and then she dragged him back to the kitchen. At least the pasta turned out great.

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Prompt 5 "You don't work on day off!" for @geritaweek

Don't you worry about the distance...

"But they've got planes and trains and cars I'd walk to you if I had no other way."

"Our friends would all make fun of us And we'll just laugh along because we know That none of them have felt this way."

Prompt day 1: London-Paris for @aphfrukweek.

PLEASE reblog, I have heard it on a couple of podcasts now and I'm genuinely curious how common it is! Also, if you feel comfortable with it, let me know what your accent normally is (Midwestern, Southern, New Englander, New Yorker, Minnesotan, whatever).

Prompt Nature (day 4) for @nedcanweek.

Transparents from @transparentalia

Canada had known the Netherlands for a long time now.

From the days Madeline was still overprotected by either France or Britain and both had told her Holland was this scary monster figure lurking in the shadows.

Their bedtime stories had frightened her then but the only thing she truly remembered about the other European nation was the scar that had caught her attention at some fancy party, even though both Francis and Arthur had taught her not to stare.

She only really got to know him long after that time, during his time of need. The actual man, not the shadow monster. His royal family fled to the relative safety of Arthur’s island and then some of them found their temporary home in her country.

Their stories about their nation painted a whole other picture about the man and he seemed nothing like the boogeyman she was afraid of as a child.

It made her want to learn more about the man, his people and the lands within the borders of that small piece of Europe.

Maddie got to do that when her own people were send to liberate his country. She had seen plenty of fighting by then, but she finally got to meet him for real. Not as just some childish colony that was introduced during a formal event and ignored afterwards.

The man didn’t look like a monster. He been so pale and thin when they met and her gaze had been drawn to that scar above his eye. Back then he had been a man losing his believe in a good ending and had it showed.

The Canadian had known right away that she couldn’t stand that look on his face. For some reason she felt like the man before her should always be happy, there had been something about the way he looked at her and didn’t once mistake her for her sister that made her feel special.

After the war, they became close friends quickly. Johan send her tulips bulbs and continued to send them to her, actually he never stopped. At some point he started to send her letters as well and maybe because she answered all of them, he started writing her more often.

They had fallen in love long before they even noticed their feelings were far more than friendship and had loved each other ever since.

By now Madeline knew all of Johan’s scars. The ones he got during the war and the ones that are much older, even older then she was. The scars more recent.

Johan knew all of Madeline’s scars. From her fight to liberate him, the scars from the war before that one and scars with all kinds of origin stories.

The only scar of they hadn’t spoken about, explained or gently touched was that one scar above his eye.

He took her hand and pulled her close against him. He leaned in and whispered his story to her, and only for her to hear.

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Prompts Historical & Scars (day2) for @nedcanweek.