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A February Interlude (1983 Doomsday AU)A February Interlude: Or, a 1983 Doomsday Tale through the Nations' Eyes.A February Interlude (1983 Doomsday AU) by mdc01957
Outskirts of Linz, Alpine Confederation. 2014
Not too long ago, Austria mused as he slowly slid into consciousness, he made it a point not to share his bed with anyone, human or Nation if circumstances permitted it. After so many years, it had become something of a habit. To remind him of times when he didn’t have resort to something like that every single day. As he opened his eyes to the sight of his worn-out if elegant bedroom, sunlight lazily filtering through the curtains, that no longer seemed to matter.
At least, he thought quietly while putting on his spectacles. Not anymore. The Nation’s real attention was on the sleeping lady slowly waking up under the sheets beside him, her bare, heaving body so close to his. A part of him was bemused at how snugly fit the flower in her hair still was even after all they did the previous night. While some other part of him wanted
Another Giant LeapAnother Giant Leap: A Future Tale on a Part of the Solar NeighborhoodAnother Giant Leap by mdc01957
For any sane person, none of what was going on should exist. Or so went Col. Franklin Liebnitz’s mind as he joined two peculiar ladies watching some old Japanese cartoon. Not the TV, room, house and most certainly not his hosts. Especially given what they are… The astronaut sighed as he slumped down on his seat. If this was madness, he might as well enjoy it. As much as this spacesuit will let me.
“Don’t you watch shows like this back in NASA?” Selene asked him as she held on to a white, bizarrely mustached robot, her old-fashioned laced dress coming across even more out of place than it already was. “I mean, you folk really seem to have an obsession if you’re making anime where the heroine takes inspiration from…”
“You?” the astronaut deadpanned. He had resigned to accepting the fact that the figure beside him
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We'll Make It Out, Together Ch.11949, Soviet Russia
The wooden doors to the basement creaked open. A silhouette of a man trailed down the stairs. He grumbled about how "demeaning" and "embarrassing" this was.
He reached the ground with a loud huff. Finally taking in his surroundings, what he saw in front of him was an absolute amazement. A woman with long brown hair sat on the floor. The last time he had seen her, she had looked perfectly healthy. Now she looked frail and malnourished. She picked away at various items and put them back in their proper spots.
The man's red eyes filled with hope for the women to be who he suspected. "Lizzie?" His words were barely a whisper. Elizaveta – as she preferred to be called – looked up. Her greens met his reds with an equal amount of small hope.
"Gil." She breathed. For the first time in years she felt truly happy.
Gilbert gave a big grin. "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He sat down beside her. He remembered where they were once more and lost his signature smil