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Mikkel MadsenMikkel Madsen
Age: 17- 19
Nationality: 3/4 Danish 1/4 Finnish
Appearance: He has short chin length hair that is a darker blond color. It parts over his right eye and sweeps over his nose to the left side of his face where it parts just enough to show blue eyes. He is pretty pale since he spends a lot of time inside, school, work, home. He usual wears sweaters because he enjoys them, and jeans, sneakers. He is a thin build since he has a good metabolism and doesn't do any sports. He is about 5' 10".
Personality: He is usually a very happy person, he likes to smile a lot and make as many friends as he can. It's a bit difficult for him though. He is usually always happy but on the occasion he goes into a state of depression for a few days and usually demands, as best he can, to be by himself.
History: Mikkel was born to a happy family, his mother was stay at home mom who very much loved her family, and a Father who worked to bring home the food and put it on the table. When he
Not Always ObviousI pretend to be useless so he will stay with me.
Feliciano whimpered softly as he was near strangled by Arthur, making is arm's flail and he body try to wiggle from his grip. Though years of following the winning sides he knew how to escape but "Germany!" He cried out for help and waved as the blond heard the shouting.
Ludwig turned his head as he heard the grunts and whimpered of Feliciano being trapped my Arthur, the habit of saving Italy kicking in, "Get off him!" He grunted as he walked over and pulled England's arms roughly off from around his neck. He quickly had Feliciano clinging to his waist. Ludwig hugged him and watched at Arthur muttered and wondered off.
I know I'm not a hero, but you make me feel like one.
Alfred looked over his shoulder as his brother, smiling. His younger brothers arms wrapped around his waist and his face nuzzled into his shoulder. It made him happy to know that he was
five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchin
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