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Solo il tempo conosce il nostro destino Chapter 5 "Hmm la la~ A la la la~" Feliciana 'sang' as she finished sewing up some blankets that needed fixing. "There we go~" She said cheerfully. Feliciana carefully folded up the last blanket and placed it in a small basket filled with the other blankets. The girl stood up, took the basket, and walked out the door to one of the many hallways filling this mansion. Feliciana hummed and opened a door to a closet. Putting the basket on the floor in front of the door, she began to put away the blankets. When she was done, Feliciana picked up the basket again and started walking downstairs to the laundr

     (Name) was wiping down a table at her work. Finishing up she sees some of her friends coming is. (Name) smiled for she hasn't seen her friends in a few months. First came in Gilbert. Your albino friend was laughing his strange laugh as he walked in. Kiku your Japanese friend was trying hard to ignore him. Soon after Feliciano your Italian friend was rambling on to your German friend, Ludwig.      They sat at a table near you. "Ciao, (Name)!" Feliciano said happily. "Hey guys." You say smiling as you walked toward them. "Hey guys long time no see." "Hello, (Name)-san." Kiku said politely. "Hey frau!" Gilbert said happily. "Hey Gil, how

      France was strolling through the streets of Paris in the early morning hours. There were only a few people out, but no cute girls to hit on. This was of course a disappointment, but there was still beauty in walking the streets of Paris in the morning. From the blue sky, to the architecture. Everything was beautiful as always.      He wandered around the town watching his countries people getting the restaurants and café open for business. Passing by what seemed to be an empty café, he saw his reflection in one of the windows. Being the personification of France he was as beautiful as his country, it would be a shame if h

      Roderich had just finished a music lesson to a friend of Hungary. Hungary asked him to play the flute as the girl sang a song she was trying to learn. Roderich's ears had been tortured the entire music lesson. He hadn't minded doing this for his friend, but he was not going through that again. They had the lesson at his house, and he was happy to see them leave. once they had left he played his favored piano to relax himself.      He was about to start a different score, but stopped at the sound that was coming from the first floor. It was the song from earlier today, but sung by someone else. It sounded lovely. He soon wanted to get