Being a good wife, a Sick!Sweden one-shotSummary: Sweden is sick and Finland does his best to help his sick housemate.Being a good wife, a Sick!Sweden one-shot by theneopetmaster
Mr Sweden and I have been living together for a while now. It's nice living with him… but after all this time he's still so scary! Finland thought to himself.
He ate from a bowl of porridge at the breakfast table, and gave a nervous glance at the corridor across the kitchen that led to Sweden's bedroom.
"I wonder why Mr Sweden hasn't come yet? He's usually here by now." Finland said out loud to himself, wondering why his housemate hadn't arrived yet.
It wasn't like Sweden to be late for breakfast, he was always at the breakfast table before Finland, with breakfast promptly made for the both of them to share.
"What if he's mad at me?! And the reason he hasn't come yet, is because he's avoiding me?!" Finland jumped to the wrong conclusion, his growing anxiety no doubt the cause of it.
"Oh! I hope it's not true!"
Unable to wait any longer, Finland got up from his chair and went towards Swe
Servant For the Day, a sequel to FeverSummary: Austria’s fever is getting worse and when Hungary leaves the house to get some medicine, Austria receives an unexpected visitor.Servant For the Day, a sequel to Fever by theneopetmaster
Austria laid in bed, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed from the pain of the raging fever. His breathing was laboured and his face bright red from the burning fever and covered with small beads of sweat.
“Don’t worry Austria, I’ll look after you.”
Austria heard Hungary’s voice and felt a wet cloth being placed on his forehead, causing him to suddenly open his eyes.
The fever had consumed all of Austria’s thoughts, making it hard for any pleasant thoughts to occupy his mind. But in this brief moment, all thoughts of pain and how fatigued he was were replaced with the pleasant sight of the person who had given him relief from his fever; Hungary.
Austria gave Hungary one of his rare smiles in response, but his fever was too overpowering to allow Austria to open his eyes for very long and he closed his eyes on
The Case of the Outwitted Detective, Chapter I
THE GREAT MOUSE DETECTIVE: THE CASE OF THE OUTWITTED DETECTIVE
Chapter I: "The Call"
SPECIAL COLLECTOR'S EDITION
Dramatised by Diane N. Tran
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