Random fic, Crack-ish, Warning for weird English. Nordic, Denmark focus. There were times when Denmark wanted to leap...
"You did say that fairytales were one's wildest dreams." The doctor saw in the other's eyes a flash of - what was that? Dream? Hope? (Why hadn't he seen that in this man until now?)
When Fred looked back, George was always there. That was the basic of things. This time, when he turns his head, there is nothing around him.
"I remember days when we walked together, me putting on my earphones to force my eyes to open wide, you having your glasses on so your ears'd not miss a sound. We'd walk and walk and walk, when I held up my 'inherited' old camera toward you, and you knew but pretended to not know and hummed the melody of the ice cream truck from across the street. " Oneshot, USUK AU drabbles
The tsunami struck New York this morning. The survivals only lived through it because they were busy banging the InterArk's door on top of the Everest, or in Steve and Bucky's case, her tube gate. Tony got Pep's last call at seven a.m. the same morning. (2012 movie fusion AU)