#offourseasons

[hiinduism-blog]

landofthequeen | offourseasons | obousifoc | of-rivers-and-plains | zhestokiyvek | mydeararistocrat | taiwanguo

Neeraj's facial features lit up when he saw the  newly arrived visitor. Smiling, he put his hands together and gave a small bow. "Namaste! It has been some time."

[mastersnowdrift]

Special to Me

Snowdrift's paws rested beneath the human's, both palms up and a smile on his brow. "Thank you, Kiku. It means a great deal to me...and I know the feeling is mutual."

[sorrisse-archive]

                    ❝Happy happy birthday Japan!!!❞

                             ❝Have a really happy happy birthday!!❞

                                                        ❝Happy happy birthday to you!!!❞

[erablieres]

(ง •̀_•́)ง

Send me (ง •̀_•́)ง and I’ll tell you how I think a fight between our muses would go!

    Again, someone who should know better. Though with as fierce as Japan can be, he certainly won’t make it easy on her, that’s for sure. I think in the long run though, he’d know when to cut his losses and admit defeat. Because while Maddie’s force wouldn’t be as overwhelming as America’s would be, it’s certainly applied a lot more precisely and with a great deal more viciousness— because her sister fights to win, but Maddie (when pushed to it) fights to make her opponents regret it. 

[kirklandss-archive]

                                                                  ║ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ. ║

offourseasons

         Commemorations and anniversaries were often accompanied by formal ceremonies, important guests, long speeches, and a surrounding aura of solemnity that nations knew quite well. But this anniversary was a different one; a quiet one, one that was often ignored by history books, but it still was a story worth telling. And after more than a centenary, the 30th of January always ended up being what that day originally started: A union between two lonely souls. 

         Who deep inside themselves wished to spark up a ray of joy in their millennial spirits. 

But the rhythm of the world wasn't going to stop for them. It never did. England carried all his duties of the day inside his mind, with the constant reminder that he was going to have the chance to see Japan that day, a turn of the destiny that told him to not waste it. Walking towards the building where the G20 decided to meet again, England's expression seemed a bit troubled, but the unexpected turn of events was that this time, the anglo-saxon nation was going to take his opportunity with ( almost ) no doubt.

The plan was simple yet involved some risk, every step was carefully thought, and when England's green eyes descried the arrival of Japan to the room, serene and composed as ever, he decided it was time to act. Quickly approaching to him, the blond barely noticed that he had abandoned the conversations his siblings were holding with him, little he cared. ❝ Japan-- ❞ Oh, apparently, certain ex-colony overtook him. Completely ignoring England's presence, America had already settled a friendly conversation with the Japanese. But no, even if it was only for that day, England was not going to get discouraged. ❝ Can you give us a minute? I got an important matter to discuss with Japan. ❞ Well-mannered words that did not coincided with England's gesture, since he decided it was a good idea to get America out of his way while hitting him repeatedly with his elbow. ❝ Just a second! ❞ He insisted, as a reply to America's loud protest. ❝ Please meet me the garden of the building after the reunion is over. I'll be waiting for you. ❞

Those words were definitely going to wake up America's curiosity.

After the slow movements of the hours, the reunion was finally over. With no further explanations, England rushed to the place ( accorded by him ) where he was going to meet Japan. The weather probably didn't favoured them: the winter was hostile, but when Japan showed up, England felt as if the cold accrued in his cheeks slowly vanished -- And despite the crudeness of winter, that day the blond had decided to give his friend a piece of spring.

❝ I called you because I got something for you-- But you need to close your eyes. ❞ A peculiar petition, yes, but well intended. After making sure that Japan was covering his sight completely, England proceeded to make a small gesture with his hand, as if he was calling someone. In a blink, a couple of fairies followed by Flying Mint Bunny appeared out of nowhere and carrying a big bouquet of flowers, with their mission finished, they flew away to some other corner, waiting to be the invisible witnesses of what was going to happen in some seconds more. ❝ You can open them now. ❞

The bouquet included flowers that England chose by the old standard of flower language -- His own secret language that at that moment would allow him to say things he wouldn't find the courage to put in words. It had some red roses. ❝ Happy anniversary. ❞ England offered him the bouquet, and without the flowers in his way, the blush in his cheeks was notorious. ❝ I'm glad that we... That we are close again. I'm very grateful for that, and for having the chance to be with you again-- ❞

The 30th day of the first month probably meant something completely different for some of the nations that participated in that reunion. Or maybe it did not meant something at all.

It probably held no major importance to the current generation under their wing.

Just like their alliance: it was small and ephemeral -- Almost human.

Perhaps they could give themselves the chance of experiencing that sense of humanity that was always battling to dominate their impulses. England was only starting to understand something that he always knew: the meaning of the warmness covering his cheeks, the subtle joyful feeling in his stomach, the way his whole body replied to one single feeling provoked by one specific person. Inside he felt like a complete, giddy, mess.

Yet it also made him feel as if even if only for one day, one moment, all was right in the world.

[mastersnowdrift]

There has been a certain uncertainty about what he should give Master Snowdrift for Christmas. After all was Christmas even celebrated amongst the Pandaren? Even still, the other has been about the same amount of time like he has so he had assumed that the other would get what the tradition was about.  Outside the Pandaren’s abode there was a neatly wrapped package with a bow wrapped around it along with a small note, ” While I cannot vouch that it looks identical I hope you like it all the same ” inside the package there was a book, something that looked similar to an anime art book, except it was of the worlds and areas the other had spoken about to him. All were hand drawn by the nation himself and sometimes Master Snowdrift could even be spotted in the background or the front in some pages. 

Back home, had any of the Shado-Pan seen Snowdrift with the smile that was on his face at the moment, they'd also have wondered if the world was about to come to an end. It was not often that his expression was overtly gleeful...and he had a reputation to keep in front of his order.

But this was...astonishing. The quality of the drawings, the sketch itself...all of it was amazing.

Kiku had not forgotten one word of what Snowdrift had told him about home. And this...was the result  He held the map to his chest, the happy smile still on his face. In that way, he went to sleep.

[mastersnowdrift]

¢

Send my muse a ¢ for the receipt of their most recent purchase

It appears this receipt slipped out of his pocket, and all the numbers for prices have been smudged.

12 - Giant Bear Plush Deluxe1 - Package of 12 Present Bow Ties3 - Packages of 4 Large Boxes1 - Permanent Marker5 - Bags of Cat Treats2 - Whole Salmon1 - 50-pound bag of rice2 - Boxes of Whole Milk

[chamoize]

✍

"You must be strong for even making it here, but let me tell you two useful pieces of information:

One… I don’t need any help.

And two… I especially won’t take it from you.”

Tsumugu Kinagase; Kill la Kill