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The chime over the door tinkled. A moment later, a thud. Lukas peeked out of the kitchen to find you, large packing box at your feet, grinning at him.

"Where do you need me?"

You're the light, you're the night
You're the colour of my blood
You're the cure, you're the pain
You're the only thing I wanna touch
Never knew that it could mean so much, so much

He stepped out, still clad in a flour-dusted apron, a spot of white on his snowy cheeks. As he surveyed the bare walls of the shop, he waved a hand at random. 


You're the fear, I don't care
Cause I've never been so high
Follow me to the dark
Let me take you past our satellites

Your eyes followed his motion. The soon-to-be cafe was a patchwork of Tino's gentle blue paint on the walls, Berwald's stark white furniture in lonely groups across the large dining hall, with Mathias' balloon bouquet on the counter the only spot of life. 

Flashing Lukas a thumbs-up, "I'm on it, boss!"

You can see the world you brought to life, to life

He gave a curt nod, and then spun on his heel, marching back to the kitchen to hide the widening smile on his face.


He could hear you working - humming as you wiped down tables and chairs, dusted the display, singling a few lines as you pulled up the blinds to let in shocks of sunlight, and twirling in a funny little dance that he thought oh-so-captivating as you organized the coffee bar and filled the cash register with change.

Fading in, fading out
On the edge of paradise

He swore he wasn't spying on you - he just checked in a few times (more than necessary) to see how you were getting on while he cooled pastries and iced cakes. 

Every inch of your skin is a holy grail I've got to find
Only you can set my heart on fire, on fire

Every time he looked, the cafe seemed to become brighter, homier, and welcoming. There were pots of geranium and Moomins at the window,  welcome rug, and pictures on the wall. One of the tables was strewn with craft supplies and pieces of pale blue place cards.

You turned when you noticed him.


You smiled. That smile warmed him from the inside out and made him want to smile, too. 

"Everything looks good," he said instead, surveying the area and feeling a swell of pleasure as you beamed in pride. "What else is left to be done?"

Yeah, I'll let you set the pace
Cause I'm not thinking straight
My head's spinning around I can't see clear no more

You gestured at your table of craft supplies. "I just need the names of the pastries you're putting on the display window tomorrow so I can write the name cards."

He shrugged, wiped his hands on his apron, and walked over. As he sat to write out his list, he looked at you.

"You can come over. I won't bite."

You swore you saw a pleased little smirk.

What are you waiting for?


It was dusk when you finished writing out the cards. Lukas sat with you the whole time, looking sometimes at you, and sometimes at your long, flowing script.

"You have beautiful handwriting."

Both of you looked up at once, straight into each other's eyes, and away. Realizing that he had spoken out loud, Lukas coloured and averted his gaze.

You chuckled. "Thank you."

Bashful smiles were exchanged. Then, abruptly, Lukas broke eye contact to stare at his hands. He got up.

"I'll get the cakes."


The shop lights were dimmed, the shades let down. Outside, the rush of traffic had calmed into a series of disembodied honks.

"Thank you for helping out today," Lukas said. The keys in his hand were cold, and he clasped and unclasped them, uncertain words, uncertain invitations tumbling around inside his head.

"You've worked hard, too-"

"Would you like to-"

Helpless gazes met. You laughed. Lukas looked embarrassed.

"Go on," you urged. "Don't let me interrupt you."

"No. It's not important. What were you saying?"

"Would I like to what?" you pressed.

He shook his head. "It's all right. You're probably busy. Probably..."

"Probably nothing." You dared yourself to try to hold his hand. 

Lukas jerked at the touch.

You drew back, guiltily.

"Do you think you could make time for-"

"Sorry, I-"

His face fell. "Oh. Well, never mind."

"No!" You grabbed his hand with both of yours, desperate to clear up this strange conversation, this grave misunderstanding. "I do want to! Whatever it is, Lukas, I do want to! And I have time for...for..."

What are you waiting for?

"I always have time for you!' You blurted out.

Dusk had turned into evening. Outside, honking, accelerating, overtaking, stopping, running, talking, swirling, twisting, turning into a loud silence. Blue shadows settled long into the cafe, making shallow breaths heavy.

Then you felt a warm palm encase your hands, and Lukas was suddenly so close - so, so much closer than you ever dreamed possible. 

A street light flickered on.

His halo of spun gold flowed into and through your fingers, unbelievably soft as they brushed your cheek. He smelled funny - woodsy, with meringue breaths, a dark chocolate mouth, and buttercream tongue. 

Love me like you do, love me like you do
Love me like you do, love me like you do
Touch me like you do, touch me like you do
What are you waiting for?"

He never once hesitated.

The Moomin at the window blushed and hid its face. 
Conjured at three in the morning. It's been around sometime, just un-typed and un-edited. :D

I was listening to Love Me Like You Do while waiting for sleep. That song just makes you want to pick up your swirly dress and spin in a pretend-waltz. It made me think of lots of blue, and of Norway. I couldn't imagine him waltzing, but I have for the longest time wanted to write a cafe-fic. So this is it! With lots of blue and Norway. :)

Not strictly 100 themes, but I had no other fanfiction foler... =___="
As a child, you were infamous for mealtimes. Mortifying your Kiku-nii with your flat-out refusal to eat his food, the indirect compliment to your Yao Gege's cooking was dulled by the fact that you were nonetheless a very picky eater. When forced to eat something you hated, the attending displeasure was immediately voiced out. If the coercion ontinued, your displeasure was more often than not displayed by a refusal to eat. At all.

In fine, China worried about you sometimes, afraid you weren't getting enough nutrition to suit - and soothe - his motherly instincts. So on the day he had a dinner with Russia scheduled, he first of all, prayed to the heavenly forces that feeding his little sister wouldn't be an ordeal.

Said little sister had set herself on Russia's lap to the immense pleasure of the great nation. She swung her little legs back and forth, eating what he ate, and dinner passed without incident. Until the vegetables were served.

"не хочу!" you announced, as soon as China attempted to feed you with carrots. Ignoring the raised spoonful, you turned to your living high chair. "Don't want! Right, Russia Xian Sheng?"

Russia chuckled, patting you on the head. "That's right, little one. You learn very fast, da?" But catching China's glare, he immediately added, "But you still have to eat them."


"Xiao Mei," China sighed, "you have to eat vegetables."

"But I don't like carrots!"

"It'll make you grow big and strong, just like Russia Xian Sheng."

You contemplated this, looking between the carrots and Russia. Carrots and Russia.


China groaned. Russia hatched an idea. "I know how to make them taste nice, little one. Then you'll be a good girl and taste them, da?"

You thought this proposal over. "Okay."

Chopping up the carrots into tiny pieces, Russia dropped them into his soup. And before China could register what he was doing, Russia took out his ever-present bottle of vodka, spilled a bit of it into the carrots-and-soup mixture, and fed the whole thing to you. By the time China had the presence of mind to yell "Stop!" you had swallowed everything - carrots, soup, vodka, and all.

"Well?" Russia asked, while China anxiously looked on, waiting for his baby sister to pass out.

You grinned. "Can we have carrots everyday, Gege? Just the way Russia Xian Sheng makes them?"

China snarled, and not for the first time, glared at his comrade. "You do not feed children alcohol, aru!"
100 Themes Challenge 79: Food
Inspired by my hatred for carrots.

I had this lying around for a while now. When I misread the theme (again), I thought this was as good a time as any to bring this tiny little drabble out. :D Flashback to the time when Reader-tan was a wee little country. :3
Testing 2 by IttyBittyTidbits
Testing 2
Tried drawing with a greyscale base this time. It was okay in black-and-white, and got ??? when I added the colours. Aaaaa....practise2x. >3> I have a loooong way to go towards sharper pictures!! xD

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Testing 1 by IttyBittyTidbits
Testing 1
After one million years!!!! :faint: 

There remains much to be desired in the smooth lines department, but I think I'm getting the idea of painting. Intuos is not so scary anymore, and I think I'm starting to have fun!!! :D

If anyone's got tips on drawing smooth lines in Krita, I will love you forever. Comments and suggestions on this thing called digital painting are MOST WELCOME!!! :happybounce:

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Aloubell Featured By Owner May 15, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist


Sorry for getting to you so late...but


You deserve all the happiness sweetie and i hope ur given all the love ^0^

IttyBittyTidbits Featured By Owner May 16, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Oh my goodness! xD With friends from across the world, I feel like my birthday's extended to more than 24 hours!! xD 

Thank you so, so much, dear!!!! I had a wonderful day and definitely felt the love! ;D God bless you. Take care always and thanks again!!! :D
Aloubell Featured By Owner May 16, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist

I'm glad you had such a wonderful day X333
KaikoSensei Featured By Owner May 15, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
have an awesome birthday!!!!Roses 
IttyBittyTidbits Featured By Owner May 15, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I did! Thank you!!! >3>
KaikoSensei Featured By Owner May 15, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
you're very welcome<3
shaynalanibaker Featured By Owner May 15, 2015
happy birfday (:
IttyBittyTidbits Featured By Owner May 15, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
hahahaha~ thank you! glad to hear from you~ hope you're doing well! :D
shaynalanibaker Featured By Owner May 16, 2015
thanks! i am doing well! (:
Rosellaz Featured By Owner May 15, 2015  Student Digital Artist
Happy birthday~! :iconchitandaahplz:

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