The Wall that Keeps Us Apart-1Berlin, GermanyThe Wall that Keeps Us Apart-15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What do you mean he's yours?!" Germany exclaimed his question at the tall Russian before him. The big blonde haired looked at him with glazed over violet eyes and an empty smile on his lips.
"I mean exactly what I say dear Gyermaniya," He cooed using the Russian term for 'Germany.' "Since you have lost the war the other Allied powers and myself have split your country up amongst ourselves. Your dear brother in East Berlin now belongs to me." He explained the empty smile growing more and more please by the second. His brother? Prussia eastern Berlin. Germany's sharp blue eyed gaze shifted up to where his brother stood. Scarlet eyes covered by shaggy silver bangs avoided his gaze and stared to the ground. His pale snow white face still covered in my bruises and scratches that had yet to heal from when he had fought on battle. Prussia wouldn't even dare look at Germany less he start to break down. This war had been though on the albino Prussian and even though
Dependence_RussLietThe Second World War was over, and everything should have gone back to normal. Nations were reeling from the aftershocks, new lines being drawn, and Germany was nearly ripped apart. Gilbert had been forced into the Soviet, into Ivan's house. He wasn't the only one. Toris and his brothers were back under the same roof once again, meeting in their joint servitude of the nation who had so generously 'welcomed' them back. Ivan's house was very different from the last time that he had seen it. Everything was still the same old fashion, and yet all the rules were different.Dependence_RussLiet5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
No religion, no separation of class, no royalty and no nobility. Everyone was joined together in the Soviet Union; as if being together was the only thing needed to find happiness, even if by force. But the fact of the matter was, Toris didn't want to be here. Nor did his brothers, or Gilbert, and others. The Soviet Union of land was nothing more than an Empire under the guise of equality. "Isn't this what you always w
Oc character profile: textName: Midori CatesbyOc character profile: text5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Parents: Harry and Lilian Catesby
Birthday: 11th June
Bloodtype: AB Positive
Weight: 105.8 Pounds
Height: 5,2 ft
Current Rank In The Military: Major
Alchemy knowledge: Rentanjutsu
Other Abilities: Xingese martial arts
Personality: Shy, but kind, decided and strong-willed. Very sensitive. Will do what she believes is right, no matter what gets in her way (self-confidence)
Weapons: Midori hates fire-based weapons, and thus uses only Blade Weapons (Set of Kunais and Sword)
Miscellaneous: Kitty lover -like Alphonse-
Midori Catesby is the daughter of Central brigadier general Harry Catesby, who was assassinated when she was 8 years old. Her father worked in the research department (like Hughes) It is known that, like Hughes, her father died after discovering "s
Ptaszek W Klatce - Part IIPtaszek W Klatce - Part II4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Niech mury runą. Niech runą między nami.
Taki niespokojny duchem kraj nie może żyć w zamknięciu. To tak jakby pozbawić orła skrzydeł i kazać latać. Orzeł też nie może żyć bez swojego gniazda, będącego jego dumą. Musi mieć gdzie wrócić po ciężkiej wędrówce. Jednak orła uwięził człowiek od niego potężniejszy. W końcu pogodził się z tą myślą, że został już stałym mieszkańcem. A mimo tęsknił czasem za swoją wolnością. To kraj obcy, wrogi. Listy od brata to było naprawdę niewiele, by powstrzymać tą tęsknotę. Coś go trzymało przy tym mężczyźnie i nie mógł wrócić. Zdążył już zwiedzić wszystkie zabytki Moskwy. Ivan bardzo chętnie zabierał
Perder con HonorY aquí estoy yo po', todavía no parto pa' mi casita, sigo en este estadio weon, si po', si estamos con los jugadores, con Bielsa que anda bastante picado y me da risa eso.Perder con Honor5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Perdimos en el mundial, vamos pa' la casa. -suspira y sonríe-
Y así po', Brasil nos hizo buen partido, todos jugamos lo mejor que pudimos ¡la wea, jugamos la raja weon, pa' que me voy en lamentaciones, jugamos contra Brasil po' y le dimos buena batalla!
- Se echa a reír una vez más y continúa -
Ni siquiera puedo decir que estoy decepcionado, todos los hicieron bien, todo Chile nos apoyó, toda mi gente estuvo con la selección y le dieron lo mejor, nos retiramos con orgullo de la cancha, con real orgullo.
Somos un país latinoamericano ¡que no se les olvide, que llegamos lejos!
¡Que se acerque el weon que trate de decir que somos chantas porque lo vuelo con patas' en la raja!
- Se sienta y queda desparramado en aque
Pray AmLietLithuania dried his hands on the dish towel, glancing over his shoulder towards the living room as he set it on the counter. He could hear the sounds of the radio, the slightly static voices saying the same things over and over again. Of course Liet was not blind, and he didn't need to hear them to know the truth. America's economy was steadily declining, he knew that from the meager meal that the two had just partaken of. He knew it from the fact that America didn't buy any new things, didn't talk... No, he didn't brag about all of his fancy productions and everything else. If America were Russia, he'd be drowning in vodka by now.Pray AmLiet5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Oh, but that was right. America couldn't drink. At first Lithuania had been relieved, as he'd seen the most sensible men become terrible under the influence. But the more he got to know the blond, the more he understood that America would never harm anyone out of a mere drunken rage. Right now, it might be the perfect thing to take the edge off. But America
APH: My foreverIt was late in the afternoon and the sun started to set. Yes, it was that late. I could still see the sun fully but it started to hide downward. Birds flew from different directions. At fist I thought all of them were birds but I've noticed other beings fly among them, those with pointed ears and unfeathered wings, bats.APH: My forever5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The clouds seemed to scatter artistically, making it hard to avert my gaze. There were two kinds or should I say types of clouds. There were ones with unique pinkish color, like of cotton candy, it seemed very sweet and delightful you would wish you could tore a piece to taste. And grayish ones, ones you would often see in rainy days or at nigh time. The two clouds intermingled lovingly, like God had wished them to. The mix of light and dark was unbearably attractive that it made my brown eyes to part sight with.
To my dismay the pinkish clouds disappeared leaving the dark ones to spread alone. The moon appeared and stars started to twinkle like the little diamonds the
Rumores-LietBel--Lituania, ¿podrías venir un momento?Pidió Rusia, con una sonrisa.Rumores-LietBel3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Los países bálticos tuvieron un escalofrió. El mencionado preguntó
--¿Q-que es lo que quiere, señor Rusia?
--Hablar contigo --Y después se giró hacia los otros dosA solas.
Estonia y Letonia tragaron saliva. Miraron a Lituania, que asintió con la cabeza. Se alejaron.
Rusia dejó pasar a Lituania, y le indicó que se sentara. Él se sentó, todavía extrañado, y con un poco de miedo.
Cuando Rusia se sentó, con una sonrisa dijo
--Eh estado escuchando rumores
--Rumores de que te gusta mi hermanita menor.
Lituania sintió un escalofrío por toda su espalda. Era un poco evidente, pero no creyó que él lo iba a saber.
--¿Es cierto eso?
--Eeeehh bueno yo --No sabía que responder, era obvio de que estaba enamorado de Bielorrusia, pero le
Bittersweet Warmth RussLietLithuania shivered, hands pulling his coat tighter about his chest. Even wearing his heaviest coat, a coarse, dark green and shapeless mass, the wind chilled him to the bone. He supposed he was just not used to this weather, even though it had been years already. Russian winters were so much colder than at home.Bittersweet Warmth RussLiet6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Everywhere here was white, a white so true that every shadow was blue. The snow already nearly reached his knees, and it had began to soak through his pants. He shouldn't even be out here right now, but he couldn't very well leave Latvia alone. It was his own fault for getting his younger brother so excited over the cookies that they were making together. In hind sight, he should have gathered the needed fir cones much earlier, before the mid-day snow had fallen.
Russia had left the house some time that morning, and with him went the weight of stress that had been building for days on end. The tall man had been dealing with some sort of trouble, though he was unwilling to speak
Aciu IvanSometimes... I get a twisted kick out of everyone thinking you were nothing but abusive when I lived with you. I don't ever know whether to be offended or just flattered they think I lived through all that.Aciu Ivan4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I've come to terms with what's on my back, but that was one time. When you came home from working on that railway, with your fingers frozen and your lips cracked and bleeding, and you consumed every bottle of vodka in the house, it hurt me. And I don't mean when you clung tightly to me and accused me of trying to leave while you were gone--that was nothing. I was powerless. I couldn't leave you even if I wanted to, and I couldn't ease your pain. When you fought with Kiku, and you lost so much, coming home with crudely wrapped wounds and salt-water crusted in your hair. I was there for you, I had no choice. But I made the choice to comfort you. That was me.
What you taught me with that damned maids dress... I'll never forgive you for that! You made me aware of myself in ways I had ne
Caught Pru_Liet_someonefufuIt started out as a fight. Though to be honest, neither of them knew what the first words that had been spoken were. A simple request sparked by a snarky comeback, and before they knew it insults were being tossed like a hot potato between them. And neither of them wanted to be left holding it when the timer ran out.Caught Pru_Liet_someonefufu4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Maybe it was a rebellion. That's what Toris thought to himself. He'd been so bogged down by work, Ivan was angry over something that he had yet to figure out. Things had been going just fine before this! It had to be Gilbert, right? And to make things worse, Gilbert never did a damn thing around here! He worked sometimes in his own prison of a home, but whenever he was here at Ivan's house he did nothing but laze around. That only left more for Toris to clean up, as his chores had also increased.
Toris was feeling tired, irritable, trapped and worst of all helpless. He hated not knowing what was wrong in the househol
Sabores en el paladar_quickieSabores en el paladarSabores en el paladar_quickie4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hay cosas que Martín y Manuel odian del otro con todo el corazón y hay otras que, a la manera de cada uno, los unen grandemente.
Hace frío, Manuel con su Kefia atada al cuello, Martín con una enorme bufanda de seda que su primo le regaló para que no pasara el Bicentenario resfriado, sentados ambos en el borde de una de las ventanas de Manuel, simplemente disfrutando del clima con una taza de té y una calabaza de mate bien calientes.
- Probalo -insiste de nuevo Martín ante la mirada recelosa de su compañero -andá, le puse azúcar para que lo probés sin ponerme cara de asco.
- Sólo si tomai' de mi té con limón -negocia Chile con una sonrisa maliciosa, porque sabe que eso le recuerda a Martín sus encontrones con Inglaterra.
Hernández se lo piensa un poco.
- Dale -termina por conceder.
Ambos toman al mismo tiempo un sorbo de la bebida del otro, Manuel sigue sintiendo amarga
CARTA A MI BEBECARTA A MI BEBE5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Porque llenas nuestro mundo de alegría y diste un nuevo rumbo al destino de las mismas. Estas palabras son las que inspiras en mi. La personas que te ama y amara para toda la vida, por siempre y para siempre.
Ahora en esta noche mas, pienso en ti mi vida, mi princesita, mi bebe. Tu quien que con un movimiento en el vientre de tu madre despertaste mas que una sonrisa de mis labios mas que un te quiero, mucho mas que un te amo.
Si ahora estoy llorando es por ti HIJA por la alegría que le estas dando a nuestras vidas. El sentido a mi vida. La vida, nuestra vida.
Tu mi princesa de este cuento que es mi vida no me alcanzan las palabras para decirte que TE AMO MI AMOR.
MIS 3 AMORES es nuestro secreto shhh
te amo Brithany Ximena Hidalgo Vega
Tu papá que te ama.
Alexis Ivan Hidalgo Zuta
you can't fix me.I will only say this once, so keep your ears open and your eyes firmly fixed on mine, because you won't believe me if your gaze is out chasing stardust on the atlantic. Do not look away as the words tumble out and do not make light of such a simple phrase. The journey to these words was filled with fissures and canyons without bridges, scorched black rock and undying deserts. It was not carried on a dream or eye lash wish; it was tossed off cliff sides, washed through rapids. The path to these words was strewn with misdirection and labyrinths, chapped lips and red rimmed eyes. These are not the words of a champion; I am no knight in shining armor to have made it this far. I am only this skin and this heart, these tattered lines and tangled phrases. I am unseen scars and re-stitched pieces, fault lines and gaping wounds. But--are you listening? Are you sure? Because these words are teetering on the edge of my tongue and they cannot wait a moment longer.you can't fix me.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I am not broken.
I do not
the weakness.Maybe I'm begging.the weakness.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I linger over the portrait of a grey dawn tracing a path across eyes that have finally closed, of a stillness that has fought its way to your door and tugged you under for the briefest of affairs and I recall too easily the dark of your irises that seem to lure me toward a depth I cannot hope to comprehend. And hadn't I always said that I feared the dark? Hadn't I claimed to only court stargazers and fireflies, sunshine and joy? Didn't I say I wouldn't walk the path less taken anymore, down twisting pine forests that grow so close even the moon cannot hope to illuminate their needles, not even enough of a spark to flicker in wolves' eyes? Yes, I had said this, I had said that I'd locked the iron gates and swallowed that key; that those halls were better left condemned. Yet here I stand upon the eves, upon the edge of that crevice and gazing down into the blackness, that tangible dark that eats away everything I thought I'd turned away from.
Maybe I'm cursed.
The Sun Never Rises Over Rome Even compared to the mild-mannered weather of the spring season, today was the brightest day they had the pleasure of witnessing the entire year. Sunlight shone over the sparse, but plentiful, wheat fields stretching across the property. From the porch, everything looked normal, in place, as it had generally been before the day when Calora was still an unchanged woman.The Sun Never Rises Over Rome5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Iaspis was lounging casually along the couch, calling to her from the center of the house in case she had taken up an activity in the atrium without him knowing. Habit dictated that she would be in her favorite spot in their modest villa.
"Calora? Ubi es, mea columba?"
His pregnant wife was seated in a chair on the porch, admiring how the sunlight was cast across the fields. Wind gently blew through her hair, ruffling the pea
Define mewhy am I wrongDefine me6 years ago in Other More Like This
I doubt you (and your pretty eyes)
I doubt myself (before taking each step)
I doubt reality (what's that word mean)
I doubt the future (is ever going to come)
I doubt the past (if I'm seeing it right, was it different)
I doubt this moment (is it real)
I doubt it's meaning (is it there)
I doubt it can change anything (anything at all)
I doubt that I will know even if it does (could I miss it)
I doubt I can believe it if even if wanted to (could I be blind for not believing)
I believe you (easily)
TalkativeIn your hands, the flowers frothed like fountains,Talkative6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Erupting in scented speeches of your visions, they
Told me more in those moments
Than you would by the hours,
Such is the way with blossoms
In peaceful gardens.
We would stare at stars and signal our initials
As though they glimmered somewhere in the sky,
We would wipe the tiredness from our eyes
Waiting and wailing that morning come.
And have you read the ribbons of the past
Amongst which our flagrant fairy-dreams are tied?
Or have you washed those views in
Wells of the repugnant,
Purging yourself of happiness,
Dwelling in darkness.
I know not whom I loved, or why, or even when,
Truth is lucid, paler than the frosts,
I had hoped that your smile
Would lead to softer similes
Alas, I am at a loss,
Once more at a loss.
Sorrow and MadnessSuddenlySorrow and Madness6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
BraveryDarkness looms in our heartsBravery6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like gathering storm clouds,
obliterating pillars of sunlight
on this broad horizon.
I will walk towards uncertainty
with head held high
- I will not fail -
but whilst away, I affiliate you,
with all my trust.
This is a duty I take on
with as much strength as can be
mustered. Our destinies are mounted
with trials galore, but I believe
SnowflakesVeins of winter's breath;Snowflakes6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
frozen threads of memory
shimmering white in
the night; little crystals of
regretful hope: my snowflakes.
. MANACLES .We were once free, yet suddenly. MANACLES .7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the times have changed, we
are enslaved beyond
these weary fantasies.
Where once we walked
we are scorned,
footsteps scatter unshed wishes,
we hide ourselves,
we seek reality.
We were children, we were naïve
the price being we solemnly grieve,
we never return where we like,
we merely dream were there.
Eventually these times force change
maybe we live estranged,
believe, sweet love, we remain
inside each others destines.