Lacey-Lacie-san

Warning: Hetalia Omorashi (pee desperation/ wetting); don’t like, don’t read. It was almost noon when a still half-asleep Iceland groggily stumbled out of his bedroom. He would have slept in longer, if it were not for the nagging ache in his bladder just begging for relief. He rubbed his eyes tiredly for a few seconds before continuing down the long, empty hall to the bathroom. Upon reaching the bathroom door, however, he could hear the shower running and Denmark singing happily. He tried the door, but found it was locked. He sighed in annoyance. Denmark was notorious for taking the longest showers out of all the Nordics. He c

Warning: Hetalia omorashi (pee desperation/ wetting); don't like don't read. There was no denying that Kugelmugel loved art. He would sit in his little round home, with paints splayed out on a dozen tables and stools, and paint for hours and hours. He would go off into his own little world and nothing else besides his current work in progress mattered. Time of day or night, a grumbly stomach or parched throat, none of these things could snap him out of his daze when he painted. So too, was true for all his bodily needs. He always ignored them until one of three things happened: the problem went away, the piece was completed, or he lost to t

The next memory was of a very difficult day, because I had to come between the only two men I had in my life at the time. I loved them both very much, and almost made the terrible mistake of excommunicating one of them after hearing only one side of the story. It had been several months after the war was over. Vash and I had fallen deeply in young love together. I thought that all of my family had died in the war, extended and not. However, I received a letter one fine day from my Uncle Roderich, whom I had tried to contact just after my parents died in the fire. He was the only other family I had and, not receiving a letter, I assumed the w

Warning: Hetalia Omutsu (diaper wetting); don’t like, don’t read. “Come on, Sweden. Just sit still and let me try this spell out. It will be over in a minute.” Norway urged, handing him a small bottle of potion. “What’s it for?” Sweden grunted. “It’s just a little something to mess with Denmark later. Don’t worry this version will only last a minute or two. Drink it.” Sweden sat down on a stool, feeling uncomfortable to be Norway’s guinea pig. “Y’ sure it’ll wear off quickly?” Sweden asked. “Yes, just relax.” Norway assured, pulli

My first kiss with Vash… This memory is in a two or three way tie for my absolute favorite memory with him. It was a moment I had waited a very long time for, and when it happened so perfectly I had to stop myself from crying. It was in that moment that I knew wholeheartedly that I loved him and that these feelings for him would never fade. But the best part was that I finally knew that he loved me just as much as I loved him. It was New Year’s Eve of the year the war ended. Everyone was excited to get a new beginning and start anew. Vash and I included, though we had one thing we wanted to continue on into the New Year and long