ThroughStainedGlass

Red eyes watched as she walked down the isle, the train of her dress dragging behind her. He smiled gently, glancing to the man at the end of the walk way who stared at her with wide eyes, taking in her beauty, never knowing that she always hated dresses. But Gilbert knew, he had known since they were kids. That was the first thing he had learned about Elizaveta Hedervary-that and she threw a mean punch. "Hey new kid!" Gilbert watched the brown haired boy turn around upon hearing the title, apparently already grown accustomed to the new nick name that surrounded him since he moved here two days ago. "Hey," He said, moving a lock of hair fro

France can still remember the first time he had sex. Most speculate it was with his first crush, Scotland. Or with his lifelong frienemy, England. Maybe he laid twenty toes with Prussia? Perhaps he was vulgar and perverse and took his young ward, Canada. There could have been some fooling around during America's revolution (and his own). Spain's oblivious nature taken advantage of? Then there was little Italy and his naïve curiosity. And let's not forget his strange relationship with Romano; surely this could be a viable reason for the boy to fear him so? But these are all theories. None are correct. Despite this, people will still c