borealnight

"I can't believe this." "I must be going crazy." "Of all things in the world!" You shook your head and lightly slapped your cheeks in an attempt to keep yourself focused. You concentrated on your paper and pen in front of you. "Come on (Name), take some notes and make yourself useful dammit," you muttered to yourself. There was another world meeting going on and you finally snagged a good seat near the front away from all the chatting and bickering near the back of the room. Things were going according to planned and you even had a stack of great notes to reflect on!....that is, until a certain country came on stage to present. You strai

Intro …England. If there was one thing you hated the most, it had to be people attempting to contact you when you were trying so desperately to sleep. What time was it again? Gaze flickering to your nightstand where a digital clock rested, you exhaled a sigh once your eyes skimmed over the bright numbers. 1:21 AM You should be asleep by now, but no – instead, whoever controlled your fate decided to pull a jerk move and force you awake due to your phone going off. At first, your phone only went off once, signaling that you’d received one text. Normally you ignored things like that, dismissing it as something you could r

Arthur Kirkland stood against the wall, his spine erect and his shoulders back. His chin was lifted, and the strap of his tall hat wrapped uncomfortably around it. Despite the summer heat and humidity, he was clad in a wool guardsman uniform. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, and he even felt it soak into his undershirt. He was used it, however; this was what he was required to do every day. Arthur was a Queen’s Guard currently stationed on the westward side of Windsor House. He didn't know the fellows that accompanied him on his wall, nor did he care to make their acquaintance. He would much rather let his mind wander to his child

--Reader's POV-- "Ugh," I groaned as I reached for my bottle of Midol. "I hate this time of the month." I always hated periods; I mean, what girl doesn't? Those stupid cramps and headaches would always leave me at my wit's end. And, like every other female on God's green earth, I was never myself during my cycle. After taking a pill I crashed on the couch, trying to get some shut-eye. It only lasted a few moments, however, until Feliciano barged through my front door, using a spare key. "Ciao, sorella!" he said to me with that sweet smile of his. I opened my eyes. "Hi, Feli," I groaned, irritated. "You come here alone? 'Cause I know