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A/N: Kinda half based off a tumblr post, but whadda ya gonna do? Shoot me? You lived in a relatively good sized house for a college student. It wasn't a huge mansion, but it certainly wasn't a sand shack. You were quite proud of it, actually. It was November, and you were on a break, since an awful flu epidemic spread throughout the campus. So you were at home, in bed, on your laptop, in general not really doing much. You just so happened to look up and take in the incredible clutter of your room. The rest of the house, especially your kitchen (Arthur had been over with his Cambodian friend and they did some messed up stuff in there), was

Axis Italy: His arms wrap around your neck, clinging onto you tightly Germany: He wraps one arm around your shoulders and one around your waist, kind of awkward about it Japan: When he has to, his arms are loosely around your waist, not wanted to make you feel awkward Romano: Since he's taller, he bends down and nuzzles his face into your neck Prussia(author-chan is ignorant and forgot he was part of the axis): Cheekily has his hands on your bum more often than not Allies America: His hand roam soothingly over your back in little circles, his head buried into your shoulder England: Whenever you want a hug, he's always busy, so y

The ships always instilled fear into those who saw them. When minuscule sails dotted your shoreline it was too late. They had begun their battle. The banshee call that emanated from their decks could send the most hardened warrior sobbing to his mother, praying that he could hide far enough inland. Some people braved the coasts regardless. Stupidity, dumb luck, bravery, perhaps all of them, contributed to the people's resistance to the ship's whims. After all, they were only gangs of teeny boats going viking, right? Teeny boats with blood lust and an intense rivalry. Mother had told me to come home if I saw the sails on the horizon and that