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(Y/n): your name (e/c): eye color (h/c): hair color ~~ It was too cold outside; the snow had kept on all during the night, but (Y/n) had been too excited to care. She wanted to play in it, to have a snowball fight and build an igloo and make snow angels! She wasn’t going to have to do it alone, either; her three uncles would do it with her, too. With only pajamas and her winter coat on, she snuck into Uncle Antonio’s room first. Uncle Gilbert had passed out on the sofa while Uncle Francis had been the one to tuck her into bed earlier. It was around five in the morning. I gotta go before the sun’s up and starts melting the snow! Uncle Antonio was rolled onto his side, his back to her. She could barely see him in the dark, keeping a hand out to feel ahead for the furniture. When her fingers grazed the edge of the covers and eventually found his shoulder, she started patting and pushing on him urgently. “Uncle Toni! Uncle Toni! Wake up! Wake up, wake up, wake up!” If it was

(Y/n): your name (e/c): eye color (h/c): hair color ~~ ~~Warning: Strong language, blood, violence and death~~ The underground black market was packed today, to the surprise of all the alternative countries. They knew that the shady businesses would be doing better if they each pitched in on their end, but this was unexpectedly self-sustaining. All they had to do now was pay off or intimidate the locals and the police into accepting their illegal dealings and then plant similar bases in all of their nations. Best of all, thanks to their spying operations, Luciano, Lutz and Kuro didn’t have anything running like this. Since it was in his country, Allen led the way, pushing through rowdy crowds and shooting glares at anyone who cursed or tried to stop him. If they didn’t cease after that mere warning, they’d have Viktor to deal with—or François, Oliver, James or Zao. Besides, if it came to a bloodbath, everyone walked with concealed weapons. There was no way in hell they were