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"Roderich..." "Yes?" "Can I ask...how close you are to Feliciano?" "Well..." Roderich adjusted his glasses. "Technically, that isn't really an appropriate question, Matthew." "Oh, okay..." Matthew rubbed his knees. "Sorry." "It's fine." Roderich smiled a little. "I can answer." Matthew had an appointment with Roderich the Monday after American Thanksgiving. He had been seeing him every other Monday which Matthew found he looked forward to because he preferred their talks over being at work all day. However sometimes it was difficult because of the topics they discussed. "My family's company often collaborated with both Ludwig and Feliciano's

Cher Patricia... Cher Patty? Pam...ela? Pauline... Francis crumbled up the letter again and sighed. What had been her name again? He gave up and simply wrote: Ma belle fleur, Last night was absolutely beautiful. Merci. Hope we can do this again sometime, sincerement avec tout mon coeur, Francis It was perfect, he thought. He bent the sheet of paper and a placed it on the bedside table. He left the room just as the young lady in bed began to stir. As he properly dressed himself in her apartment elevator, he was uncomfortably reminded that he would not have time for breakfast before getting to work. What a shame. Working on an empty stomac

Alfred sighed and checked his watch again. He was sitting on his luggage at the curb in front of the airport while Ivan was inside getting them both a drink. It had been a good hour since Matthew had texted him saying he'd meet him at the airport and now he was really worried. He wasn't getting back to him. Ivan came out and handed him a bottle of Fanta. "Still no message?" "No, nothing," Alfred said opening the bottle. "I mean really, what the hell?" Seconds later a car pulled up and Arthur honked to them. "Alfred! Ivan! Get in!" "Artie?" Alfred said getting up and pulling out the handle on his bag. "What are you doing in Quebec? And where's

"Matt, Mattie, Matthew, Matt, Matt, Matt... Mattie-Matt-Matt. I like that one. Ja, Mattie-Matt-Matt." Matthew slowly woke to both the sound of his name and the insistent poking against his cheek. He grumbled and turned over, struggling a little due to extra weight. The poking continued. "...I'm not using my finger," his waker whispered. Matthew woke up instantly. "What?!" Gilbert laughed at the blond's reaction. "You're face! So priceless! I was using my thumb." "Gilbert! Don't do that!" Matthew said pouting. He reached for his glasses on the side table but instead his hand collided with the wall. "Eh?!" "They're over here." Gilbert picked up

Hi! I was in a good mood and I wanted to write something. So I wrote this fanfic! It's a Toothcup fanfic. The different thing is... Both Toothless and Hiccup are dragons! This is the first serious fanfic I do (except for Cold As Ice, what was a really short fanfic I did on instagram.) so sorry if it's bad! xD I do not own Toothless, Hiccup or any of the other dragons that are named. Hiccup is just a mixed up verision of the dragons that are named. They belong to: (c) Cressida Cowell and (c) Dreamworks Sorry for my bad english! Please tell me my spelling mistakes so I can correct them! And please leave a comment of what you'd think about th

Finally the day had come when Loki's redemption was completed. While most would shake their heads and laugh at the thought of Loki-the God of mischief-being freed early because of good behavior, it was shockingly true that Loki was a changed man. Loki of course wasn't out of the woods completely, he now had almost complete free will when it came to what he wished to do. So after many long hours of therapy and community service-and before that, crying and apologizing to Thor and his mother-the two brothers traveled back to Midgard with a proposition. "You mean...actually stay here? Like, live here? With us?" Tony asked with puzzlement and di