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People v. Oxenstierna: A SuFin Murder Case, Pt. 3"Eduard Von Bock!" the bailiff said pleasantly, walking over to escort the witness.People v. Oxenstierna: A SuFin Murder Case, Pt. 3 by ~neinwerewriting
From the crowd of spectators stood a blond, bespectacled man. He was entirely unremarkable except for the fact that as he stood, it became apparent that he was shaking from head to toe. These convulsions only grew worse as he neared the witness stand. When he arrived, the bailiff smiled down at him with a grin that could have been described as a friendly leer.
"Follow me." The courtroom was silent (save for the muffled footsteps of the bailiff and Eduard), holding its breath, waiting for the testimony to begin.
"Please raise your right hand," Ivan instructe

People v. Oxenstierna: A SuFin Murder Case, Pt. 2"All rise," the bailiff announced with the slightest hint of a Russian accent, causing the last of the excited voices to shut off.People v. Oxenstierna: A SuFin Murder Case, Pt. 2 by ~neinwerewriting
Papers shuffled and chairs scraped the floor as the courtroom took to its feet.
"Superior Court of the state of California, County of Hatafutte, Department 64, the honorable Judge Jones presiding, is now in session "
For a few moments, everyone was silent. When no judge entered the room, they began to murmur to each other, exchanging confused glances.
"Ah, he appears to be running a bit late," the bailiff said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Please be seated."
From outside the court

People v. Oxenstierna: A SuFin Murder Case, Pt. 1Why do words come so easily to everyone?People v. Oxenstierna: A SuFin Murder Case, Pt. 1 by ~neinwerewriting
I never understand how some people's minds are so closely connected to their mouths. How do you do that? How do you think something and come out with it, just like that? I've never said a thing in my life that I didn't mentally slave over composing before finally voicing, and even then I'm so hesitant. I wonder if I'll ever understand.
Take all the people in this courtroom, for example. They're all chattering away, words effortlessly spilling out of their mouth. It's natural for them. Unlike for me, words are just tools that they've been well trained with.
It reminds me of how Tino is.
Or had

Spain Always Wins: Spamano Camping Trip Oneshot"How much longer, bastardo?" Lovi said impatiently.Spain Always Wins: Spamano Camping Trip Oneshot by ~neinwerewriting
"Just a bit more!" Antonio replied cheerfully.
"Which just means that you really have no clue?"
"Lovi, all that matters is that you're here with me, mi amor." Antonio draped his right arm around Lovino's neck, other hand still on the steering wheel.
"BASTARDO! STOP! BOTH HANDS ON THE WHEEL! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US?!" Lovino grasped Antonio's arm, and threw it off of him, giving him a death glare. Antonio smirked, but did as Lovino told.
"I don't even know why I bothered to agree to go," Lovino mumbled peevishly. Antonio's smile brightened. Lovino was so adorable when he was in denial.

Very well, alone.10th December, 2011.Very well, alone. by ~frostysnowman94
Another drowsy winter afternoon, and England was preparing his tea. A standard measure, by all accounts, and the young man found himself tipping the pristine china teapot over the expecting cup with automatic, inattentive hands. It was in these strange moments of temporary unconsciousness that England seemed to melt into his sombre, melancholy surroundings, his moss-green eyes befitting their unfocused glaze.
Solid shadows of the past.
Tipping the teapot up just in time to stop the beige liquid spilling over, he placed it aside on the wooden tabletop and stirred while supplying the required amount of white sugar from i