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You lifted your gaze,

JapanxMermaid!ReaderJapanxMermaid!Reader

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Kiku's hands shook as he lifted the worn wooden bucket. The precious sea water within sloshed over the sides, a few drops splattering the scuffed stone beneath his tabi socks.

It wasn't his first time preforming this duty. He had preformed the ritual countless number of times, but each time he had had his fathers critical gaze to steady his hands.

Now, however, he was alone, frightened of messing up, unsure if he would preform it correctly.

If he messed up, it would be on his head and at a terrible price, The secret his entire village strove to protect would be rui

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For most people cleaning is a job that is preformed quickly. A duty that is a boring necessity. For others, cleaning is a habit, something that is done at the end of every day.

For you, cleaning was nothing, mainly because you never had to. Not anymore.

Not since a Brownie had decided to make it's home in your walls.

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It didn't sound so bad, there was a lot worse thing that you could be forced to do. The guard pulls you to a room quite a ways away from the cells and shoves you inside. A small bath tub sat in the middle with two grubs waiting in it. They both honk when they see you, a large smile on the smaller grub. You smile softly at them and sit down next to the tub.
"Hi, I guess I'll be cleaning you," You say with a smile before turing the water on.
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I stood in the doorway, watching the (girl/boy) wash Gamzee and Kurloz. (Her/His) (hair colour) tangled hair frames (her/his) face. (She/He)'s being very gentle and patient with the grubs. (She/He) starts to dry of Gamzee when he pokes his head out of the towel and says, "Mama!"
A sad smile flys across the human's face, "I'm not your 'Mama'. I can't be. That's how it works here."
Gamzee shakes his head and points to (her/him), "

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“Oh, __________ ,” Silent tears sprung in his eyes, but he wiped them away, remembering how you always liked to see him happy. Even when he failed at cooking, fought with Francis, or accidentally swore himself into a fight with you, you had always longed to see the inn

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Two Hundred Thirty Years. - America x Reader.Two hundred thirty years.

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Eighty four thousand and five days days since you passed away.

The American, now in his brown heavy bomber jacket laid the flowers on your tombstone.

Alfred vividly remember those images of the war, as if it just happened yesterday. He took out a wet towel, wiping the image of you on the tombstone, thoughts all about you and your strength.

Alfred sat on the dirt soil, shutting his eyes, leaning against your grave.

He could remember it all; clearly.

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Said she'd never been in love before
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While you were in the middle of watching the 4th movie, you heard several loud voices inside your bedroom. You stole a glance at the wall clock in the westernmost wall and saw that the time is 12 midnight. Hmm…could it be that the two were talking? But apparently, no, ‘because you heard Feliciano cry and Lovino curse loudly so that can only mean that those two were squabbling again.
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BANG
“No” came a heart breaking scream.

(Name) then remembered every special memory that she had with Alfred

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The second chapter of 'The Son of the Emperor.'

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~firelord-zuko Dec 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Another very nice chapter. Napoleon's motivations become clear and are perfectly reasonable, though I seem to remember reading that OTL Napoleon II had little ambition to regain his birthright.
Minor nitpicks: Prussia, at the time, was rather tolerant. The regime still sought to emulate Frederick the Great, and was open to immigrants of all professions and religions, though intolerance was increasing. I also think you might be overdoing it a little with Napoleon's and Twilight's curiosity, and especially the former's education. While it would be perfectly possible for a nine-year-old who started at three to speak some dozen languages, the Empire saw the concept of childhood arise for the first time, and education began to focus on "natural" development. Poor J. S. Mill.
Also, I'd recommend you to difference between "Prinz" (as in HRH The Prince Henry of Wales) and "Fürst" (as in HRH The Prince of Wales). This becomes especially noticeable when you speak of Metternich as a Prinz.
Also, Il Principe is not really funny (subjective opinion right here) even when you know it's satire. Satire doesn't mean funny. Also, the very idea that Macchiavelli was satirising the Medici arose only later. And he's got quite some points, even when read straight.
I really like your Metternich, BTW. For once he seems like a real person, though of course he still is portrayed as the bad guy ... which is, though, only natural for Napoleon II. Just like his father -- can't live with Talleyrand, can't live without him~~ Napoleon II as well is beginning to become interesting. He seemed a little overly clichéd in the first chapter, but slowly, it becomes clear that he is, in fact, a child.

~NoMoreSanity Dec 17, 2012

Thanks again for the comment! I'm not sure how to deal with the writing of his curiosity, as it's been a problem for me since the beginning, but I'll think of something at least. Also Prinz is just something easier for people to get, but if it's that big a problem I'll be glad to change it.

~firelord-zuko Dec 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Well, it's not exactly a problem. It could just be somewhat confusing, especially seeing that German has distinct words for either variety.

~NoMoreSanity Dec 17, 2012

Hmm, I might change it then. It'll be a nuisance to change every instance of it in every chapter maybe, but if it'll improve the language it'll be worth it.

~Keairan Feb 16, 2012

The English map amused me, good story though.

~wanderingmagus Nov 3, 2011

so are you going to upload chapter 3 here too? or are you sticking to google docs for the time being?

oh, and "Silberlöffel und Diamantdiadem" had me smiling like crazy.

~NoMoreSanity Nov 3, 2011

Eh, I forgot, sorry. Though honestly I'm unsure of the point of posting these here, when everyone seems to just be reading them on Docs. Though I'll continue I suppose.

Thanks for the kind words.

~wanderingmagus Jan 12, 2012

Please continue and persevere!

And no problem whatsoever, you deserve them.

!ThatGuyCalledApollo Dec 24, 2011

Look at it this way: if people can't access the link on EqD they can here. It's not bad to have a backup, eh?

Besides, as far as I'm aware, some writers on EqD made their stories avalable here, in this format, because some people read them off e-readers or something.

~NoMoreSanity Dec 24, 2011

True that I suppose.

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