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OU - Amaranth"Helloooo! Monsieur Time! It's me, Alix! I've come to return your sands~"
The newly appointed Grey Guild member glanced around the large living area of Father Time's house. It was circular in design with an equally circular indentation in the middle of the room piled with cushions and quilts. Dark mahogany pillars lined along gray stone walls that had arched bay-windows between the spaces. Silk curtains were attached to the intricate moldings along the domed ceiling. The ceiling itself was a wonder. It wasn't like normal ones made of stone or wood; it magically reflected the night sky and its stellar constellations with swirling clouds floating about.
"Hello? Grand-père Time?" she asked again, looking around.
"Miss Alix?" an old raspy voice called out from an open doorway across the living area.
Alix's ears perked up when she heard her employer and headed toward the back room. She pushed open the door some more and poked her head inside.
"Ah, it is y
APH - USUK - Birthday Blast"CANNONBALL!"
England amusingly watched from his room's open window as America jumped off the diving board and belly-flopped into the pool, succeeding in thoroughly soaking everyone within reach. Romano started screeching in his native tongue, Switzerland was about ready to shoot someone, and most of the girls (and Poland) sent murderous glares at their host for interrupting their sunbathing. America just flashed them a Hollywood smile as he climbed out of the pool.
"Guess I put too much force into that one," the soaked nation leisurely laughed, running a hand through his wet bangs.
England chuckled lightly, taking a sip of brandy while watching everyone yell and berate the smiling blonde. America managed to escape unscathed from the tongue-lashing and sauntered over to two large grills, manned by Prussia, who insisted that his barbeque skills were 'totally awesome', and South Korea, who boasted that barbequing originated from him. Thankfully, Canada stood by with a fire extinguisher j
APH - PruCan - Birthday BlissWhen Canada woke up on the morning of his birthday, he became aware that there were two extra bodies occupying the king-sized bed with him and Prussia. Blinking away the Sandman's dust and focusing his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of the bedroom, he found his two children peacefully sleeping next to them.
Abigail, his six-year-old daughter, cuddled against his chest with a chubby hand clutching his pajama shirt. Her creamy-blonde curls framed her cute face while she slept. Soft murmurs in French tumbled past her lips as she wiggled closer to her 'mother'. Canada fondly smiled at the little girl and wrapped an arm around her small body, lightly nuzzling the top of her head. His daughter squirmed from the bodily affection and fluttered her eyelids open, revealing a light shade of blue and violet mixed together.
" Maman?" Abigail whispered while looking up with drowsy eyes.
Canada gently shushed his daughter, patting her head. "Hush, Abby. Go back to sleep."
Giving the nation a
OU - Sands of TimeIt is so HOT!
Alix slumped against the wall, sweat dotting her skin. Her cheeks flushed red after being exposed to the hazy sun for so long while perusing down the airy, and exceptionally vast, palace hallways.
Haven't these people heard of curtains? It's a miracle they haven't burst in to flames yet.
The petite Nobody lightly fanned herself with a dainty hand as she cautiously darted around. Her main adjective for this mission was to find the remains of Jafar's hidden lair to recover Father Time's lost sands, which the dead sorcerer stole, while avoiding the palace guards with the really sharp swords. In order to blend in, she managed to 'acquire' a spare belly-dancer outfit which consisted of a strapless red silk bikini top, a long billowing red silk skirt with several pink and purple scarves attached at the waistband, red silk slippers, and a light red veil covering her mouth. Her still-silver hair was braided and held back with colorful ribbons.
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