Worst of all, why did England care? He hated France with the fire of a thousand suns. His feelings for France were comparable to the feeling of laying in a bathtub full of vinegar with open wounds while three blue whales were stacked on top of him. All one had to do was drop a battery charger in the bath and there were his feelings for America, but that wasn’t the point.

Seven Little killers, fanfiction by Lucky-angel135




I FINALLY GET A NEW PAIR OF SHOES, and it's the spiffy white high-tops from River Island I've been eyeing since last season. WHOO. Well, I liked the black one better, but white new shoes are better than no new shoes yes? Hee <3

Did you know Charlot (aged twenty eight) has only ever had five women in his life he was serious about, and one of them was his deceased wife? I'm having fun naming them all: Therese, Maud, Lizabeth, Eireen and Lenour. His wife was Lizabeth, who is also Katsurou's mother's third younger sister's fourth daughter. Aka cousins. They do have huge families in Tenver, I wonder why.