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Chapter 01: Love in Berlin "I assume that you would have a valid reason for such actions." Lukas said as he handed you your drink and took a seat beside you. "I was just tired." You said as you took a sip from your drink. You stared at it, thinking on how he got the right one. You turned to look at him. "If I were to meet up with someone, I might as well do some research on them. Do you not?" He said as he looked away, taking a sip from his drink. "Right... Even my favourite drink, huh? How sweet." You said sarcastically. You and Lukas discussed your next targets, asking for whatever stock information you both had. It did turn out that 9

Prologue: You sprinted across the crowd, trying to locate the target. You just can't believe that you missed a perfect shot. Perhaps you were stressed out by the missions being handed over to you continuously. You were sent to find a man named; Yao Wang. He was better known as a Chinese syndicate for you to take on. You may as well bring him back dead, or alive since your general allowed you either way. In a split second, you spotted him running towards an abandoned warehouse. Why do bad guys always head for those? It's not like it's always been so secure for them. You sighed and slowly approached the warehouse with much caution. You made

"Norge! You're lettin' another day pass! Don't make me drag you to her house!" Mathias yelled across the room, waking up the said Norwegian. "You know where she lives? Creepy..." Emil said as he took a sip of his hot chocolate. "Shut up, Dane." Lukas groaned and buried his face into the pillow. "I'll make Emil call you 'Big Brother' if you at least knock on her door." "Like heck if I would." "It doesn't matter. Just leave me alone." Lukas said as he stood and went up to his room, slamming the door. "He just needs some advice, guys." Tino said, loud enough to be heard from the kitchen. "Yeah!" "Good advice, Mathias." Tino finished. "W

Ding Dong, Ding Dong! "________, you home?!" Ding Dong, Ding Dong! "________?! Oh come on, Frau! Zhe awesome one is vaiting for you down here!" Ding Dong!! "________, if you don't open zhis door I'm going to climb up to your vindow und-" Gilbert stopped shouting the moment your disheveled form opened the door with a huge frown. But no matter how much you looked like you've just fought your way through a tornado, Gilbert would always find you beautiful. "Good morning, meine Frau! Und how are you on zhis vonderful day?" he asked with a huge smirk. However, you were not going to take any of his bull crap and just continued to stare him dow

 “You!” You looked at your 2P as Ludwig pulled you behind him. “Aw you remember me.” She smiled looking at you. “How sweet.” She snapped her fingers as 2P Feliciano dropped his knife into his hand and tossed it towards you. You gasped as Kiku blocked it using a metal pipe that was lying on the ground. “Feliciano,” Ludwig looked at the Italian standing next to you behind him. “Take ______ and run. Kiku and I will hold them off. “Aye Aye sir!” Feliciano took you by your good hand. “Come on, Bella.” He ran with you right behind him. “Where are we going Fe

 “Hanatomago!” You sang walking around looking for the fluffy white dog with Mr. Puffin on your shoulder. You stepped into the front room when Hanatomago jumped out from under the couch at you as you squealed and giggled. “Found you!” You picked her up in a hug. “Greenland,” Finland called from the kitchen. “Come drink your hot chocolate I don’t want you to get chilled.” You looked at him as he had your favorite mug filled with hot chocolate and your favorite fixings. You climbed into the kitchen chair that sat next to England who was sipping his tea and reading from his newspaper. You w

    _______________________    I hate feeling like this,    I'm so tired of trying to fight this.    I'm asleep and all I dream of    Is waking to you.    Tell me that you will listen,    Your touch is what I'm missing    And the more I hide I realize I'm slowly losing you.    Comatose...    I'll never wake up without an overdose of you.    -Comatose, Skillet    __________________________    Could I really do it? Could I really stab Holy Roman Empire? Fake or not, it’s still him I’m planning to hurt… I glared at the man in front of me, I Can’t take the risk. What Italy and I had both witnessed when we we