Hey, everyone! Welcome to my first story on FFN. In case you haven't looked at the name, I'm Ladyofthelake13. This was partially inspired by a prompt I found on a writing website (Non-Hetalia related, though…) Anyway, I decided to take the idea and make this multi-chap. So, tell me what you think, who you want to see, maybe even come up with some ideas. Except for flamers, any and all criticisms or praises should go into the reviews.
Painting your nails, be it fingers or toes
Poland was in one of the rare mood where nothing seemed right. Actually, that wasn't quite true. Things were alright by themselves, but there was too much stress from the various meetings and paperwork that had piled up. He honestly wanted to kill someone right now. The next person who said something really was going to get hurt. He probably would have snapped if it hadn't been for a small thing he could do. It was amazing that this hadn't occurred to him before. After making sure his boss wasn't looking, he sat on the floor behind his desk. Being very careful not to stain anything, he carefully wielded the brush on his now naked foot. As they slowly became pretty in pink, the stress faded away and by the end he even managed a smile as he replaced his sock and prepared to once again take on that monster called paperwork.
Reading a good book by a fire
Arthur was having one of those days. You know, the ones where nothing seems to go anything like they're planned. First, his alarm hadn't gone off at the right time and he'd nearly been late for the meeting. Then, Sealand had yet again attempted to be recognized as a nation. Between Francis and his siblings it seemed there was a conspiracy to get on his every last bloody nerve and now he was soaked to the skin. He had set the kettle to boil and changed his clothes. On an impulse he didn't quite understand, he grabbed Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince from his bedside table and brought it out to the chair by the fire. When his tea was finally ready, he had a good sized fire and a book ready to be read. Adding in the tea, it was a nice way to end the day. He settled in and, sipping his tea occasionally, savored the peace and quiet that came so rarely when you were a nation.
So… should I continue this or no? Was it good, bad, awful? Is there anyone you want to see? I'll try pairings but (warning in advance) I'm not very good at them. PLEASE review! I can't do anything or change anything if I don't know about it.