Always the same. Always together. Forever. Promise?

It was about our colors. It was about our names. It was about our place. It was about our opposite meanings. It was about us. Let's play a game. —Blankshipping

Nobori/Kudari - The subways were their step forward, but now Nobori wonders if his brother will ever think they've gone far enough.

Short love and jealousy NoKu drabble.

Nobori/Kudari - Time and space feel at odds on the train car. Their thoughts drift apart but always stay together.

Nobori/Kudari - Nobori decides on a new form of discipline.

It took being boxed on the ear and getting his hand sliced open by a teacup for Francis Bonnefoy to realize he was in love. AU; FrUK oneshot.

*FrUK, lemon* England should stop getting drunk. Waking up with a smug France at his side surely isn't how he wants his morning to begin. And surely France seducing him into sex isn't how he wants things to progress. Maybe.

Francis stepped onto the welcome mat, heard the small crinkle of paper, and bent down to peel off another post-it. 'Wipe your feet, there's mud everywhere outside.' It felt like he never left. FrUK, angst, twoshot, HAPPY B-DAY ANGEL '10

England wants America, and figures what better way to his heart than through his stomach? France agrees to help cook America an excellent meal. Food fights, snark, and playful banter ensue, and old feelings are awakened. FrUK. Rated for yaoi and language.