disclaimer: hahahah—no.
dedication: fucking acing auditions.
notes1: …i noticed that after auditions…or concerts…or anything with joy, really, i seem to have a splurge of writing.
notes2: …i need this more often.
summary: They may not be so normal, but hey, you only live once. ...Sort of.
pairing: us/uk/france.
Sometimes, they liked to take time off from all the craziness of running a country, of being emotionally distraught all the time, and of having all that hot sex anywhere they could all fit.
It was days like today, where the skies in Versailles were just so perfect, the perfect mix of clear blue and marshmallow white. They plopped in the soft, lush grass to stare at the clouds pass by, the sun on their cheeks, and a smile on their faces.
They point with intertwined fingers at the shapes in the clouds, laughing and giggling, and at this moment, nothing else in the world matters but them.
endingnote: …if you couldn't tell, these are all gonna be really short. really short.