People v. Oxenstierna: A SuFin Murder Case, Pt. 3"Eduard Von Bock!" the bailiff said pleasantly, walking over to escort the witness.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.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?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."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.
Request: RomanoxReader: Bruises"Care to have some beer, __________?" Ludwig asked."No! She obviously prefers tea!" Arthur butted in."Who needs those when you have vodka!" Ivan said.There was a party at your house tonight, and you were the center of attention. You enjoyed the exciting atmosphere of it, and especially savored it because it was only rarely that your boyfriend allowed such events."Oi! Bastards get away!" Lovino said shoving them away from you."It's fine, Lovi. But I just want some soda guys," you said to your friends. Alfred jumped down from who knows where holding a glass."Here, _________! Nice and cold!" he said."Thanks," you took the cup and d
Sweet Dreams: GerIta Oneshot"DOITSU, DOITSU!! GERMANY, GERMANY!!!"I groaned. For Gott's sake, it was 5 A.M. What now?"What is it?" I said to the little head that was peeping into my bedroom. "And didn't I say to call me 'Vatti?'"The door opened wider, flooding the night with light from the hall. "I know," said the tiny voice, "but Mommy calls you that…"I sighed. 'Mommy' was lying next to me, passed out like he normally was. Charging tanks cannot wake him up when he's tired—believe me, I know from experience. Since he was unlikely to wake up, I was left dealing with our child on my own.I heard whimpering coming from the door. "Come here, now," I said
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