Bloody Bloke?Consider this a type of sequel to Not Being There First isn’t Always a Bad Thing, and this will make sense down the line. This a slight Britain X OC, so enjoy!Bloody Bloke?1 day ago in General Fiction More Like This
*This is the story on how Britain had found little Artiline, but had so rudely abandoned her after 13 years, the start of embarrassing encounters, and friendships. Now lets begin shall we?!*
*The time was around 10 years after Britain had claimed ownership over America, and around that time, the British had stumbled upon the small colony of Artiline. Considering the fact that it was unclaimed land, they couldn’t just pass up the chance.*
(Well, this seems to be promising land, although it doesn't seem to be as large, as America is. Just a simple little island) “This could work though, and there seems to be no locals here.” Britain and his crew had set up a camp, and were now exploring the land, to see it’s resources and what climate it has.
*As Britain continued on though, he had th
Russia || Hot Water Bottle || Chubbytalia|| Hot Water Bottle ||Russia || Hot Water Bottle || Chubbytalia1 day ago in General Fiction More Like This
You huddled down beneath your jacket, shivering a little in spite of the extra thick padding that you had actually stitched to the inside of your now comfy overcoat. It was rather weird and eccentric at the same time but at least it provided much more shelter from the bitter cold air. The reason for stuffing your coat full of fabric and stitching it down with red fingers was that you found that nice-looking coat from a market, cheap as well. You patched it up a good bit and now this was the jacket that you were wearing about. Despite you were embarrassed to admit it, you perhaps even added extra padding inside your boots and two big gloves on at the same time to which you stitched together.
Well, you needed all of those since it was the height of the cold weather in Russia, snow pounding down everywhere. However, you weren't tramping around the snow-covered streets of Moscow, you were in a back garden, standing a little impatientl
England || Tea Cakes and Scones || Chubbytalia|| Tea Cakes and Scones ||England || Tea Cakes and Scones || Chubbytalia1 day ago in General Fiction More Like This
You rushed down the streets of London, staring at your wrist clock as the rain lashed down on you. It was so bloody stupid of you to end up forgetting your umbrella as soon as you left your flat and got into the taxi. Your jacket didn't even have a hood and this simply got on your nerves most terribly.
The whole day had been a nightmare for you, with a chain of disaster after disaster. Firstly, when you got out of bed, you suddenly heard the bed creak and collapse into pieces. This was the worst way to start off the day, seeing as you ate most of the time and ended up with a body you certainly weren't most proud of. Next, while you were making breakfast, as soon as you poured in the milk, the bowl actually set on fire and you ended up flinging your breakfast out the window and into a puddle on the streets below in a panic. Well, that was a waste of cornflakes covered in two tablespoons of sugar...
Spain || Bigger Beach Towels || Chubbytalia|| Bigger Beach Towels ||Spain || Bigger Beach Towels || Chubbytalia1 day ago in General Fiction More Like This
You walked along the hot pavement with your white sandals strapped firmly to your feet. Your colourful dress swished above your ankles as you felt the sun burn down onto the top of your head and shoulders. You've managed to use at least a 1/4 of a bottle of suncream smeared all over your body before you left your house. You had lightly tanned skin, but sunburns were still evident for you and highly embarrassing, seeing as you were in the beautiful country of Spain. It seemed that everyone had a darker, perfect tan and probably saved more money from buying fake tan to smear themselves with.
It was also evident that you had a certain Spaniard by your side, arms linked with you as you sort of bounced along beside him, not at all feeling self-conscious. You looked and compared the arm you were linking with. He had a lovely tan, but what did you expect, he was Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. Quite a mouthful to say in all one go for you, but
Hetalia: Brand New World Chapter 1--------------Hetalia: Brand New World Chapter 11 day ago in General Fiction More Like This
Today was the day of the world meeting. I was invited to the world meeting even if I wasn't a country. I'm Lombardy. I'm one of the states in Northern Italy. I knew of my family but I've never met them in person. This will be the first time meeting them. Well, I'm here.
It was a typical world meeting where everyone would fight over nonsence. Just as I was going to shout to everyone to shut up, the door knocked so I said getting everyone's attention.
"It's open! Come on in!"
And it opened to reveal a girl that looks sort of alike to Italy and Romano.
"YO! IT'S A HOT CH-"
"QUIET YOU GIT!" England said smacking Amarica in the head.
'That looked painful...' Lombardy thought.
"Sorry for that git's behavior, love. My name is England."
"Nah, it's fine. I've seen worse. Anyway, my name is-"
"Ve~... Germany, I'm-a wondering... Why does she-a look like-a me and-a fratello?"
"How vould I know? Ask her!"