ThatOneMooseInCanada

Once upon a time, France was exploring the American wilderness in the west. He had been travelling with his men for many... long periods of time, when suddenly, out of nowhere, he encountered a new geological feature in the land. There were large mountains rising out of the ground, like mountains often do, and one of his men, his colony named Canada, decided to intelligently name them. "Hey, France, you know what those mountains look like, eh? Boobies!" he exclaimed, pointing and laughing at the mountains. "Honhonhon, that they do, mon petit, but they must have a better name than that, oui?" France replied. However, the Canadian stood firm.

      The silver-haired woman smiled at the sound of the piano drifting through the house. Her husband's playing made her feel so serene, like nothing could ever break the moment that they were sharing.                            Natalya walked into the music room to see Roderich fully concentrated on the piano. She placed her hand on the Austrian's back, and he glanced up at her.      "Hallo, Schatzi," the Austrian said as he ceased playing. He turned around and hugged his wife. "How are you on this fine day?"      "I'm fine, Roderich. What were you playing, by the way?" the Belarusian asked.      "Chopin's Waltz in A minor. I find it v

      The chameleon giggled in that sneaky way that they do. He had finally found an adequate hiding place in that small tower- well not exactly IN the tower, no. Pascal was out on the ledge of the tower's large, shuttered window. The shutters suddenly burst open.      "Ready or not, here I come!" Johann yelled, his silver hair splayed out behind him. He immediately saw the chameleon, but decided to let him have his fun... for a moment, at least.      "Vell, Pascal can't possibly be hiding out here, can he?" As he spoke, he slyly snuck a lock of his silver hair over the hook in the top of the window frame, and looped it around the chucklin

      "I'll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue, and it's hey to the starboard, heave ho! Look out, lad, a mermaid be waiting for you in mysterious fathoms below~!"            The ship tossed in the waves, the crew singing merily about the mythical aquatic King Francis in the fathoms below the waves. Prince Romano was piloting the ship, as the waved kept splashing upon the sides of the wooden bowes. Spain however, was coverung his mouth trying not to 'heave-ho' all over the deck. Well thank god the somewhat made it out of the storm... Romano chuckled; ever since his grandfather died and his brother moved farther north to take over his ki

      This is the story of a boy named Johann. It starts with the sun. Now, once upon a time, a single drop of sunlight fell from the heavens, and from this small drop of sun grew a magic, silver flower. It had the ability to heal the sick and injured. Every day, an old man would come to the magic flower and sing a special song.      "Flower gleam and glow. Let your power shine. Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine, what once was mine~" As this special song is sung, the old man's face loses the wrinkles, his accented voice loses the crackles, and he becomes stronger.      Centuries passed, and a hop, skip, and a boat ride

      There was a note for her on the porch. Tindra noticed it as she walked up the steps. It was just taped to the railing, a red heart with "Tindra" written in cursive. She threw all thoughts of her day out of her mind and rushed to the porch. She carefully peeled it off of the railing and read the semi-familiar handwriting.       Happy Valentines Day! You are instructed to come to the diner just down the road from your house at 5 o'clock tonight for a special dinner. Bring this heart, and look for the person with the bouquet of Twinflowers. Love, Your Secret Admirer      Tindra hugged the heart to her chest. It was the only Valentine t