Quando Conta DispiaceAt the end of every great empire, tears are shed. Shed because of fonder times being missed, words of affection never being exchanged, of from the realization a mentor, a protector, and a teacher are now gone.Quando Conta Dispiace by ~denmarks-heart
The youngest of the Italian duo weeps next to his tall German friend. The Aryan himself is at a lost for ideas of how to comfort the Italian. Placing a stiff hand of the Italian's shaking shoulder, trying to comfort him in the best way possible, Ludwig searches for words.
"I miss nonno." Veniciano cries, holding his hands over his tear stained face.
Thankfully, Ludwig was holding the umbrella to protect them from the characteristic f
AmeBel entryAmeBel entry by ~FaeQueen77
"Natalya? Where are you?" Alfred called out to his fiancée. When he got out of the shower, she wasn't sleeping in the bed, where Alfred left her.
"Out here!" She called, her thick Belarusian accent laced in her words. That came from Sampson's room.
Alfred walked to the room, he popped his head in and saw Natalya and Sampson playing a video game. Both of them had game controllers gripped in their hands.
"You aren't getting away this easy, Sammy," Natalya called out and the blonde boy stuck his tongue out at his mother in response.
"What are you two doing?" Alfred asked. Sampson turned his head to his father. His violet colored eyes look