CountryXReader

One would think that using magic could easily complete the most mundane of tasks. But work? God, no. He had to do it himself. There was no charm or spell that could write out emails for you. Let alone anything more complicated than that. Soon enough, he left behind the world of the fantastical to focus on the fact that he had a job. He wanted to give you the world, and he couldn’t do that by falling down rabbit holes or indulging in nonsense. He’d been anxious all morning. Years had passed since he last returned to this place. But that couldn’t be why. His childhood home, a picturesque, two-story cottage surrounded by lush, overgrown gardens fostered some of his fondest memories. The problem was, he couldn’t get himself in the spirit to appreciate it. Buried underneath his things were stacks of papers he’d never finished. He was skeptical he could hide it—that he had days-worth of work to catch up on—on a trip you had both been planning for months. “Fuck me.” He hissed under his

Alfred followed you to a river near Hometree. The thick vegetation that grew nearby was intensely green; the lush garden was a favorite spot for the direhorses to graze in. You lead one by its antenna. Inside was the neural queue, something he heard you talk about before. But it was only today he’d find out what they were. “Easy, boy.” He began, giving the majestic creature a gander. It smacked him on the back of his head with its antenna. “Pale is female.” You walked up to it. “Oh.” Alfred looked back at the horse. “Easy, girl.” While she cantered back and forth, you rubbed her snout to soothe her. Once she stopped moving, he climbed onto her back with a grunt. “Sìltsan, Pale, sìltsan…” You patted her neck. You handed Alfred the antenna. Wriggling out of its end were the same things he found in his hair–pink, feathery tendrils–the neural queue. But he liked to call them ‘brain worms.’ Just as you instructed him before, he reached over his shoulder for his plait. Alfred

The elevator was somewhat stuffy and freezing at the same time. You and Czechia shivered intensely as you desperatley waited to show up on your designated floor. 'This hotel is so fancy and expensive, and yet their elevator's atmosphere is so horrible.' you thought. "A lot of people were in before! How does it feel weirdly humid?" She sniffled and looked like she was about to sneeze. "You okay?" you questioned her, shifting your eyes to her worn out face. "I'll be fine...Maybe." The elevator signaled its arrival at your floor. You sighed in relief and started to walk out the elevator, however, Czechia didn't follow you. "You coming?" "Y-yes, just a second." She took a big sniffle and walked shakily towards you. "Seriously, you sick or anything?" "No! Trust me, I'm fine. I'll be better after I step inside a warm place." "Uhm...You sure? You've been really tired ever since the weather turned to shit." "I'm a country. I don't get sick unless something bad is happening. I-I'm just

You woke up wrapped in warm blankets and furs. Rain once again poured down, hitting your windows. At some point last night you fell asleep while watching Arthur prepare for his trip. You had watched the blonde move back and forward around the large chamber, planning outfits for whatever business he had to attend to. Sitting up you looked at the empty spot on your husband's side of the bed. To your own surprise it felt weird having the bed to yourself. 'Too much room.' you thought to yourself. Your hand gently pressed Arthur’s pillow. You wondered when did you become accustomed to having him sleep beside you. At that moment a knock at the chamber door pulled you from your thoughts. Climbing out of bed you quickly put on your plum silk robe before slightly opening the door. Standing before you was Kalen, she was dressed in her green servant uniform and ready to start the day. "My lady, the King wishes to speak with you." the young lady said. A nervous feeling took hold of