APH:USXUK: Always"Shhh, it's okay," I whispered.
America's head rested in my lap; eyes overflowing with tears.
I looked down at him with a kind smile."I know I don't come over often enough but"
A loud booming of thunder ripped through the air. Quick, bright flashes of light briefly illuminated the entire room.
"But," I continued, "you need to fight your fear of thunderstorms. As much as I want to be here with you all the time, I can't always comfort you when ever a storm comes."
Rain pelted against the window pane. The harsh wind forced the trees' branches to scratch the side of the house. The candle that laid next to me on the floor flickered in response to America's quick movement. He stared up at me. His dull blue eyes were swimming in tears; screaming with fears.
"I know, I know." I stroked his soft golden strands of hair through my fingers. "Even though you're all grown up now, you still have the heart of the child I once knew."
America's sobs tried to escape through his mouth but the duct t
To Say GoodbyeWhen America woke up that morning, he was filled with nervous excitement. Today was the day that England would be coming back. Today was the day that England would return for a few months and America would have him all to himself.To Say Goodbye4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The servants England had employed to look after little America while he was away had the small nation looking his best. They dressed him in his best clothes; made sure he had a bath beforehand and made sure his hair was clean. They made breakfast and it took all their best efforts to make sure that the excited little boy didn't get it all down his clean clothes.
"I can't wait!" America beamed. The boy was practically bouncing in his chair. The servants merely offered him a smile and told him to eat up. England would be here soon.
The moment America finished breakfast, he ran to the door and stood in front of it with a big smile. After a moment he sat down and looked at the door and soon after that he sighed and stood up again. He wandered to the ki
Protection and ResponsibilityPirate Captain Arthur Kirkland burned down ships, stole treasure and attacked towns. He knew how to do that pretty well. Did he know how to raise a child? The answer would be a big, fat NO.Protection and Responsibility4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Englishman encountered the child while conducting an attack on a ship. He was a ruthless man who would kill anyone who dared obstruct his path. However, he would never hurt a child, and if he had known this ship had a child on board he would never have targeted it.
He found the little boy cowering away from the crew behind a barrel. The boy had fair hair with a stubborn strand that seemed to defy gravity by standing up straight, and his eyes were as blue as the sky itself. His cheeks were rosy and tear-streaked and his lips puffed out in a cute little pout. He wore a white nightgown with a red bow around the collar and in his hands he clutched a stuffed toy in the form of a white bunny. Even though he would never ever say this out loud, Arthur thought the child looked adorable.
For the first tim
Neinescape: Desperate MethodsUSUK: Dr. Hero and Patient Iggy. Written for Arkham-Insanity's hospital AU Neinescape.Neinescape: Desperate Methods4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a little dark where Arthur was, but that was alright. The white sheet could be seen through enough to know when the coat was clear. Problem was he kept almost being revealed by one of his friends. He loved them most days, but they more often got him into trouble. He appreciated being let out of his restrains. His lime-green bunny with wings kept peeking out from under the sheet, causing him to grab its fluffy tail.
"Stop that, Godfried! You're going to get us caught!" He whispered harshly. But Alice tugged on the patient's ear. He looked back to the glowing fairy in dismay. "What is it?" He asked. He then heard the click of a door opening, and he glanced towards it. He was cramped huddling under the hospital gurney and everything was fuzzy through the sheet, but he recognized the voice that went with the legs stepping out of the room.
"No no, I'll come right down. He couldn't have gotten f
USUK-What's a Love?" . England?" America asked as he opens the kitchen door where his British older brother was cookingUSUK-What's a Love?4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"C-Can I ask you something ?"
England smiled, "Of course, what is it?"
America started to nervous, looking down a bit, making England raised his (bushy) eyebrows
"I I was wondering What is a 'Love'?" America said nervously, blushing
England's eye widened, but then he chuckled as he turn off the stove, "Did Francis tell you something?"
"N-No..! I mean Yes.. B-but" He was stopped when he feel England's hand rubbing his hair
"It's okay.. I will tell you, anyway.." England smiled,
"Love.. is a special feeling," He started
"Special Feeling?" America staring at England
"Yes, a special feeling just for someone that very special to you. You care about them, you always want to see them smile, you don't want to lose them, nor make them hurt. You always want to see them everyday, in other words, you always want to stay beside them forever. Make sure t
Deluded Fantasy England hated real life. He hated the conferences that never got anywhere. He hated that stupid wino that always disagreed with him. He hated the thought of "becoming one with Russia". He hated the constant fighting between countries. He hated countries under his empire gaining independence. He hated many other things, but the thing, or rather person, he hated the most was that stupid country America that had left him. When he gained independence, he may as well have taken England's heart and smashed it to a pulp.Deluded Fantasy4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Even so, he had to live in the real world and deal with all the things he hated on a near daily basis. He would much rather be at home, deluded in his fantasy world. A world with no France, no constant arguments, no Russia, no country wanting to leave him, and most of all, America was his.
He lived in this world as much as he could and hated being pulled out of it. However, there was not
001. VoicesArthur was confused.001. Voices4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He lay strapped to the bed and he stared at the ceiling. Long ago had he stopped struggling; he knew he wasn't going to be heard. He stared at the white ceiling, then at the white walls, then at the white floor. His expression remained emotionless and his eyes remained wide open.
For two days he had refused to sleep.
Because whenever he closed his eyes, he was greeted with flashes of red and heat. Arthur was confused because they said it was okay. He didn't want to listen but when he held the can of petrol and the matches in his hand, they convinced him.
"Do it, Arthur... you know it is the right thing to do..." they had whispered in his ear. He shook his head, both to disagree and to try and rid himself of the voice. The voice remained and whispered again, "Do it... do it... do it..."
So... he did. He burnt down the home of which he grew up in. He killed the people who had raised him and he killed the brothers in which he shared his childhood wi
USxUK- RaindropsUSxUK- RaindropsUSxUK- Raindrops4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alfred F. Jones stared at his window pane with an annoyed expression. It was raining today, and Alfred felt as if the whole world was shrouded in gloom. Raindrops pitter-pattered on the roof and splattered on the outside of the window. To Alfred, it was just plain sad and depressing. He hated the rain. 'Huh.... Now I know how Arthur feels...' Alfred mused to himself as he thought about his British boyfriend. Arthur Kirkland was supposed to visit him today via a 9 to 10 hour airplane ride. Sadly, his flight to the U.S. had been cancelled due to rain. Arthur had called his beloved boyfriend just hours before to inform him, with dissapointment and deep sadness laced in his voice. So now, Alfred is here sitting at his window sill, staring at the rain with sorrow in his heart and a certain blonde haired, green eyed Brit in his head.
Alfred sighed, getting up to go make himself some coffee. It always had a way of cheering him up somewhat. He trudged down the stairs and suspe
Because I was Drunk - HetaliaBecause I was Drunk - Arthur KirklandBecause I was Drunk - Hetalia4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's the Fourth of July, and I'm drunk again. Just like last year. And the year before that. And so on. Deep down, I know I should put down the Scotch, and go home at the least. I know it's a good idea, but by now I'm at the point of not even being able to walk straight, I think, and besides, I don't really want to go outside while that wanker is shooting off all his stupid fireworks. Damn snub, I think he does it to piss me off.
There goes another glass, I can see my hand lifting it up, and by now the sharp ache in my chest is beginning to subside to the warm feel of the alcohol. Over on the other end of the counter, some pricks are drinking and cheering, and it makes me mad. I down another shot and push back my stool angrily. Do those bloody gits even realize that while they're over there having a grand old time, I feel like my heart's cracking in two? Of course not.
I put, or rather, slam some bill down on the counter, and storm out the bar. The
You're Not AloneSomething wasn't right.You're Not Alone4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Matthew Williams stared with his violet orbs absentmindedly at his older brother across the cafeteria. He pursed his lips into a thin line, curious and bewildered.
Alfred Jones was a considerably laid back and a spontaneous athlete born and bred in the States. Loud and blatant as he was, he was very sweet and had a soft heart. He always looked at the sunny side of life; he could see the light at the end of the tunnel; he could make the worst situation funny and enjoyable. Though, he was kind of a pig; he had to admit, it was like his stomach was a bottomless pit of acid that digested before it was even down the throat. He was mostly nagged at about his grades and his work ethnic, yet he would shrug it off and slide on by without a care in the world. He didn't really care about what people thought of him, and he always thought that as long as he was having fun with his life, nothing else mattered. With a cheery smile, he would tackle each and every day positively
Famous Last Words"England...?"Famous Last Words4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Arthur jolted at the feeble sound as if a door had just been slammed. He was at Alfred's side in a moment, checking his forehead (god he was so warmnot warm, hot, too hot, his fever was getting worse) and adjusting the cool off-white cloth that sat there heavily, dripping cold water onto the pillow and sheets. But he couldn't care less about that. "What is it, love?" He asked, now messing with the mass of covers that were pulled up to Alfred's chin. "Are you alright? Do you need something to drink?"
Alfred gave him a tired smile, and he shook his head (he quickly regretted the actionhis fever was making him dizzy and moving his head hurt). "No, just...wanna talk...'bout somethin'..."
Arthur nodded, running a pale hand through sweaty blonde hair (it wasn't shakingit was shaking so badlyit couldn't be shaking, he had to be strong forhimselfAlfredand himself, had to be strong, had to be, couldn't fall apart no
Scared Of The DarkAlfred couldn't sleep. He lay in his bed and looked at the ceiling as he tried to ignore the darkness around him. The black nothingness felt heavy, as though it were pushing down on him and constricting him. His mind started to play tricks on him. Every creak sounded ten times louder. He whimpered a little and slowly rolled on to his side.Scared Of The Dark4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The moonlight slipped through the tiny gap between the curtains, casting a silver line across the middle of the room. Alfred wished he could gather the courage to get out of bed to open the curtains. At least the moon would light up the room a little. That way he would feel a little better. He hated the dark. The dark hid all the nasty things that lurked in the corners of his room, like ghosts.
He closed his eyes tightly and wrapped the duvet tighter around himself. He wished he had the courage to get out of bed and go to Arthur's room. Arthur would keep the nightmares away. He would make sure the ghosts wouldn't hurt him.
He opened his eyes again an
FEWL - England*You wake up*FEWL - England4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"First day. Better not screw it up."
*You exit Home*
--->Go to map
--->Talk to England
*You decide to talk to England*
"America? What the hell are you doing here?"
--->Geez, nice to see you too.
--->We talked about this at the last meeting, don't you remember?
"Geez, nice to see you too."
"Don't give me that! You can't just show up on my street out of nowhere and expect a proper greeting you git!"
"We talked about this at the last meeting, don't you remember?"
"O-of course I do! I was just testing!"
--->Go to map
*You decide to go Home*
---> Talk to England
*You decide to talk to England*
"So, you're going to be here for a while eh?"
--->Don't sound too excited; you might lead me on.
"Huh. I half-expected you to backsass there."
--->How was work?
--->I was thinking about it, trust me.
"How was work?"
"Fine, if you must know. Is there an
APH-UKUS 1It had been a long, tedious day. Arthur sighed exaggeratedly, moving towards his large, two story home in London, England. Like always, Alfred had bothered the world meeting with his blasted outbursts on everything that was said (And stuffing his American cheeks with those indecently greasy hamburgers no less. But what was new?). So, not much got done because of that bloody aggro. Sometimes Arthur wondered if that boy was always bleeding blinkered! But fine, his incapability to be quiet and "read the atmosphere" could never be changed. They all knew that.APH-UKUS 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Again he let out a large breath of air in a sigh and moved to open the door, his keys jingling in his tense hands. He pushed the door open, welcomed by the same empty house in the same cool place in a less busy part of London. He clicked the door behind him shut and stepped into the spacious, neat building. His booshy brows pushed together as his mind still wondered what could make a man so annoying and loud. But, then again, he suppo
APH-UKUS 4Alfred smirked smartly, taking Arthur's hand and pulling him off the bed. He didn't let go or stop though and just kept walking, not bothering with the fact both of their clothes were wrinkled now that they slept in them and their hair was a mess.APH-UKUS 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Where where are you taking me, Git? Let me go." Arthur grumbled, but his threats were empty as he wiped away another tear. How embarrassing. He was sure this idiot would find a way to make fun of him for it too.
Alfred laughed, "Calm down, dude. We're just going to breakfast! I have to build up our energy for the meeting today!"
Arthur flinched. He had completely forgotten another world meeting was being held again today like yesterday. Both of which were set in the northern part of London.
Alfred laughed, this grasping the older nation's hand tightly and pushed some shoes on his feet before motioning England to do the same.
"What! You expect me to go out in public like this?" Arthur gasped, looking at the two of them in a mirror that w
To The Mental WardMatthew's quick steps echoed through the otherwise silent hallway. He was in an awful hurry to reach the end of it so that he may leave just as quickly. No one ever realized who he was anyway and often thought the hospital was filled with ghosts because of his constant rushing about that left the place filled with echoes. These were always a sure sign of life in such a place as a hospital but no one ever realized it was his life that was causing them. This hallway however was one that only assigned doctors and nurses dared to stay in. It was the dreaded mental ward. No one would ever care if life made a sound in this particular hallway.To The Mental Ward4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The hall was long and the rooms numerous. Each room was built for different needs and specifications. Whether it be padded walls or leather restraints Neinescape's Mental Ward had it, and they never ceased to put Matthew on edge. He quickened his pace even more as he paced a closet where all the straight jackets were kept. His eyes couldn't help themsel
Dear Alfred,Dear Alfred,Dear Alfred,4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Here is a poem
I wrote for you
and if read twice
still holds on true.
It bears you sure
within each word;
your sugared smile
stretched long a mile
and sparkling eyes
under glasses, hide
are cerulean skies.
The seconds drip
like water drops
and through my fingers
Now day to night
before my sight
you're catching stars
I'd thought too far,
APH:GxI Sickness and HealthItaly woke up confused.APH:GxI Sickness and Health4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"What time is it?" He thought. Usually Germany woke him up around 6am. He checked the clock on the bedside table. It said 10am. Italy quickly looked over to see Germany still asleep. Italy had had a nightmare last night and had quietly snuck into Germany's bed. Italy stared at Germany's sleeping face.
"Germany," Italy whispered, poking the German's cheek, "It's time to wake up. I can make pasta for breakfast if you like." Germany groaned and rolled over.
"Something's different about Germany." Italy pondered, "Maybe Japan will know what to do." Italy jumped out of bed and headed for the phone to call Japan. He stood there in his pink boxers waiting for Japan to pick up.
"Moshi moshi?" The little Japanese man picked up the phone after the third ring.
"Japan! I woke up before Germany!" Italy gushed into the phone.
"That's great Italy-san." Japan sighed.
"But I can't wake him up!" Italy started to panic, "He's not himself!"
"Maybe he's sick." Japan suggested, "Does
APH - Welcome Back, SpagnaWaiting.APH - Welcome Back, Spagna4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He hated waiting.
Romano was in his room at his father figure's house, staring out at the dark sky. It was approaching the late night, but he couldn't sleep.
He had to wait.
What exactly was Romano waiting for? That stupid tomato bastard to come back if course!
Damnit! Spain had promised that he was just going to leave for a couple of months! A couple - two! It had been three fucking years already!
He could remember it so clearly. Romano had walked in on Spain putting on his red coat on, getting ready to sail towards England. Of course, Romano was only about sixteen physically, so Spain had forbidden him to go with him.
At first, Romano had thought it was only a small thing; however, the moment that he saw Spain unlock one of his trunks to reveal his battle axe, he became worried. He knew that the spaniard hardly ever used his most favoured weapon unless it was a life-threatening situation!
Although Romano had given a pretty good fight, Spain went to battle anyway. He allowed
UKUS 6England sighed, his elbow on the wood of the bar, his other hand holding his drink as his emerald eyes stared at the tough German sitting beside him.UKUS 64 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You-" Arthur started, only to have a hiccup interrupt him rudely. He stared annoyed at nothing as if the hiccup would see the glare he held. But quickly the angered glare subsided and he went on talking to the German again.
What was his name again? Bah, whatever!
"H-Hey. Hey there. Hey? You have something going on with that that " He pointed his index finger out, lifting it to his head and going back and forth, making a swirl. Obviously trying to name Italy and using his finger to indicate his odd curl.
"Italy?" Germany finished the sentence, a little tipsy himself as his normally pale cheeks were a light pink. But nothing like the Brit beside him. Ludwig looked over the man, still lazily slumped over on the bar. His eyes were dizzy and his face was a bright red from the alcohol.
"Yes!" Britain announced happily, finally rememb
USxUK: 'I Love You'"H-hey, you git."USxUK: 'I Love You'4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey, Iggy! What's up?"
"C-come drinking with me tonight."
"Huh? You want me to go out drinking with you?"
"That's what I said, wanker."
"Because I feel like it! Are you coming or not, America?"
"...Yeah, dude, of course."
And that was how the conversation went.
Arthur Kirkland, the personification of England, had had a crush on Alfred F Jones, or America, for the longest time. However, being the socially awkward (a polite way to put it) person that he was, he'd never managed to say it. At one world meeting held in London, he decided to finally do it that night. In order to work up the courage, though, he'd need some liquor. After the meeting, he'd walked up to Alfred and the aforementioned conversation had taken place. Now, Arthur was walking to the bar, about to meet up with his crush, trying to squash his nerves.
I-It's not like he'd laugh in my face or anything. Right? He's not that rude..... bloody hell, this is America we're talking about! He's going t
Why Pilots Shouldn't ...Title: Why Pilots Shouldn't go to Parties.Why Pilots Shouldn't ...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Genre: Romance/ Fluff
Word Count: 1,339
Summary: Engineer/pilot lieutenant Jones never wanted to go to the ball in the first place.
A/N:Steam punk like A.U. There will be more to come!
The party was the kind that he remembered hearing about when he was a boy. With richly dressed women in frilly ball-gowns, tiny food stuffs served on delicate silver trays by snobby overdressed Waiters, it seemed to rain champagne, and everyone there either had money or was related to it.
Not that all these things were necessarily bad of course, but he had never felt he belong at these kind of functions. Sure put him in a greasy room filled with engine parts and the hum of a well oiled machine
Like Toy SoldiersCategory: FanfictionLike Toy Soldiers5 years ago in Drama More Like This
Summary: In the silence of a dead world, only one question means something. "Do nations go to Heaven?" Character death.
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
we all fall down like toy soldiers.
America's lungs were burning with chemicals and sorrow.
Every breath was ragged in pain and fear, and he stumbled through a wasteland, a place he had once known to be bright and full of life. Panic was coursing through his veins - panic, and the sure knowledge that there was nothing he could do.
He didn't know why he forged on, when every minute he could feel the lives of his people fading. A terrifying emptiness was filling his mind where they had always been, and he could feel something alien growing in him - mortality.
Why? Why do we insist on fighting? Why do we destroy ourselves?
Peace. What did that even mean anymore?
A moan tugged itself from his lips. "My... people..." he gasped, slipping to h
The Queen's HeroThe Kingdom of Spades was a beautiful kingdom. It was surrounded by a large wall which was protected by guards specially chosen by the Queen. At the front there was a large gate which allowed travellers to pass freely. Inside the Kingdoms' walls was a happy town. The citizens were treated with respect and their opinions were taken into account. Anything that they thought needed to change, the Queen would be notified and the suggestions would be taken into the account.The Queen's Hero4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Queen was loved by all the people of the Kingdom of Spades. He was wise and was a kind ruler. He would often take walks through the town and people would greet him as a friend. Queen Arthur was the best Queen they had ever had.
However, all was not well in the castle. Queen Arthur would lie in his large bed longing for someone to share it with. He loved ruling the Kingdom and he would do anything for his subjects, but he wished that he didn't have to do it alone.
But then he met Alfred Jones.
The boy had just passed a
Hallucinations: USUK OneshotArthur woke up gasping for breath, swimming in his bedsheets and a pool of his own sweat.Hallucinations: USUK Oneshot4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It took him a moment to ensure that he wasn't still trapped in his mind.
The hallucinations were always so real. They were vivid and pertained to all of Arthur's five senses. The flames that licked away at the layers of his skin, the sharp fingernails that raked across his body, drawing blood; the white-hot knives sinking their razor-sharp teeth into his arms, intent on lacerating him, and the short stretch of rough rope, handled by unseen hands, pressed against his windpipe, slowly causing him to turn blue with asphyxiation...
Arthur shuddered again, trying to suppress the memory, but the more he tried to forget, the more those thoughts stubbornly surfaced to his mind. He lifted a trembling hand towards his throat, and was shocked to feel the ragged imprint of the rope, where it had dug into his skin.
He squeezed his eyes shut, gulped, and forced his hand away from his throat. It was alway