AmericaxReader - Alfred and I - Part 32AmericaxReader - Alfred and I - Part 323 years ago in Romance More Like This
Four years later.
"Mommy," a cute voice rang next to my ear. Next I felt little hands shaking my shoulder. I was sleeping. That's something I did in the middle of the night but my four year old son, Wesley, couldn't quite understand that concept. I opened my eyes to see his bright blue eyes staring at me.
"Wesley what's the matter honey, it's the middle of the night." I groaned and turned to face my son. He laid down next to me and wrapped his little arms around my neck.
"I miss daddy," Wesley pouted.
"Th-that's why you came in here and woke me up?" I yawned.
"A-and I had a bad dream. I dreamed the house caught on fire and daddy wasn't there to save us."
"Aw baby," I hugged Wesley back and let him let out his little whimpers. "It's ok. It was just a dream. That will never happen." Alfred was at an away game in another state. He had become quite the popular player on his professional football team and he's been aspiring to become a coach in the process. We didn't see Alfred a lot d
Portal 2 - TenacityPortal 2 - Tenacity3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You don't need to care about anything for now.
It is the last thought that crosses your mind. You slip and fall, abandoning yourself to unconsciousness. The glass is strong and safe around you – a cocoon in a spiral of walls, a vault, painted in fragments of your story.
It speaks of lost minds, of thoughts, of struggles; it shows graphs, arrows and cries for help, slices of cake, prisoner ladies alone with their tears.
You have painted your mind on the cold stone; it is all you, and her, will ever leave to this world. You have molten your lives in the same chemical reaction, confounded the formulas in your DNA.
You and her are exactly the same. Chell is sleeping, actually, while you are only trying to; but now, in your eyes, sleeping is impossible.
The lights are blinding and the colours are fading from your senses, leaving you alone with the pulse of your dying heartbeat. All you can feel is the fresh pain in your leg, a red river, the quiet cries of your only friend.
You may lo
AmericaxReader - Alfred and I - Part 10AmericaxReader - Alfred and I - Part 103 years ago in Romance More Like This
Graduation day was just around the corner and I was very anxious. Alfred had gotten a few acceptance letters from colleges that are willing to let him in on football scholarships. I know I wanted to go to a good school to learn business and get a business degree because I want to someday open my own family restaurant. I had really hoped in finding a school Alfred and I could both attend so we don't have live far apart. But enough worrying about that. I just want to get out of high school.
It's the last weekend before we finally graduate and me and Al are chilling out at the park tossing a football around. We we're talking about college a little bit but we mostly laughed and joked about all the weird people and teachers we weren't going to miss after leaving high school. The cute blonde tossed me the football and I barely caught it. I looked down at it for a while and chuckled. Next thing I knew I was suddenly tackled to the ground by the blue eyed moron.
"Gah! Alfred!" I squirmed as th
Earth Angel - USUK - 2-Arthur-Earth Angel - USUK - 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hey Arthur, I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the dance with you tonight. Matthew's going to be there, though. Go with him. I'd love if you did that. You won't regret it, I promise.
I read the note for what must have been the hundredth time in the first half-hour of that class. I looked at the clock above the classroom door. 2:30, it read.
I sighed, placing the paper back in my pocket.
I'd tried to analyse the note over a thousand times. Why did he want me to go with his brother? Was it because he thought their similar looks would throw off my feelings for him? Did he not want anything to do with me? What did he mean by 'you won't regret it?'
Anyways, going to the dance with Matthew wasn't going to make me stop loving Alfred anytime soon. Matthew was shy all the time, even more so than I.
AmericaxReader - Alfred and I - Part 4AmericaxReader - Alfred and I - Part 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
Summer vacation ended quicker than I expected. I only had one weekend left until I had to go back to school. I was just so relieved I wasn't a freshman anymore. But I was more excited to finally see Alfred after three months of just exchanging letters to each other. We had planned on spending the entire weekend together and never leaving each others sight just to try and make up for three months of nothing. But it certainly wasn't nothing. Something interesting happened for sure.
Alfred's bus pulled up in front of his house. I was already sitting in a lawn chair on my front lawn waiting for about thirty minutes for that dang bus to show up. I shot up from my seat and waited for my dorky hyperactive friend to step out of the bus. Stupid me expected to see the same person who left me alone during the whole summer. A tall sixteen year old boy stepped off the bus, took his bags and walks up to the white picket fence that bordered my front lawn. He had sandy blonde hair, bright blue eyes an
Chelly Fanfiction. Chapter 23Chapter 23Chelly Fanfiction. Chapter 233 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All three of them, their hearts hammering against their breastbones. Their wide and terrified eyes stared up at her, The Queen of Science. Her yellow optic stared down at them.
Doug and Wheatley trembled at the very sight of her, they almost wanted to fall to their knees and beg for mercy, but not in front of Chell, of course. Chell's eyes stared back up at GLaDOS, frowning at her.
GLaDOS snorted. "Has this just become a glaring competition"
Chell only glared at her, not speaking.
"Ohh. The silent treatment. Come on, [subject name here] ,I thought we were way past that childish act." GLaDOS chuckled.
Wheatley's legs trembled.
"Oh yes, you brought the moron and the paranoid schizophrenic. " GLaDOS' optic darted to Doug.
His heart skipped a beat, he hadn't looked at GLaDOS before, not even into that scary yellow eye, it brought back too many painful memories.
The screams of innocent children and crying adults came racing through his mind, then the
Mermaid's DreamSwimming in an endless sea,Mermaid's Dream2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Living under the water so free,
Light above, Darkness below,
Where it started, no one knows.
Searching as I transcend,
Willing to comprehend,
What more could there be,
Other than the endless sea.
Is there another world above?
It's inhabitants able to love?
What would I give,
To find a way to live,
Out of the sea,
If only it could be.
I know not of that world,
Its stories untold,
beckoning me closer,
Like a song from it's composer.
Do I stay or do I swim?
Lose some scales and gain more skin?
Should I leave what I know behind,
And seek out a brighter sky?
A Simple Misunderstanding (Fem!AmericaXReader)CAUTION: CONTAINS SWEARING AND YURI. DON'T LIKE IT? DON'T READ IT. SIMPLE AS THAT.A Simple Misunderstanding (Fem!AmericaXReader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was just another day at your high school. Keeping your head down, you shuffled through the hallway from your last class. It wasn’t terrible, but you were happy the day was over. You see, nobody noticed you and that’s how you liked it. Not even the teachers could remember your name. You had but one friend, and over the years you had fallen hopelessly in love with that one person.
Your only friend was a girl by the name of Amelia F. Jones.
She was your opposite in so many ways, but you completed each other. Her vibrant personality complemented your quiet, borderline introverted ways. She was constantly smiling and talking, waving her hands in the air as she told story after story about wild parties and the latest gossip, while you nodded and listened to the best of your ability. When you are around a person like that for such a long time (you had met in seventh grade, and now you were
WrathWrath2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Deceived, confused and abandoned;
A state that cannot be mended.
He stood there looking into his past, he then closed his eyes,
saw his big brother walk right into his demise.
"Such a selfish act to be carried out by my selfless big brother? So unfair!!!
Written off, forgotten, why didn't anybody care?
Hatred ran through his veins,
Anger and despair tied his heart in chains.
His heart rusted and was soon as cold as winter,
Rage took over and turned him into a sinner!
He sliced and destroyed everything in his way,
He caused bloodshed and sorrow, night and day!
As he saw his sword dripping blood,
He also saw his eyes burning in flames
Of hatred, vengeance, It has many names
But for a person who chooses this path,
He destroys himself, and so.... he is named Wrath.
London Bridge - UsUkPeering his head over the railing, England felt a small grin forming on his lips. The dark waters below rocked gently as the wind blew, creating a scene that almost anyone could see the beauty in. The sun shone down, warming both England and America, who was in Europe to visit England. America looked up, watching the clouds roll past the towers of the London Bridge.London Bridge - UsUk2 years ago in Romance More Like This
America smiled. "Hey, Artie," he began in a surprisingly soft voice, "do you remember the time you told me that you wanted to meet the love of your life on London Bridge?"
England glanced up at America, knitting his - admittedly large - eyebrows together. "I'm impressed that you actually remembered that."
The day was still fresh in both of their minds. It had only happened about a year ago, after all. England had left a meeting feeling extremely happy for once. Everything had gone far better than he had originally expected. Hardly any fights broke out, and America hadn't gone off on a rant about being the hero. He had to ad
Fiolee: A sudden meeting part 1"Haha! C'mon Cake!" Fionna yelled back to her sister as she jumped across to the next floating platform floating above the soda river.Fiolee: A sudden meeting part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hold on baby girl! I'm coming!" Fionna's older cat sister replied as she stretched her legs over to the floating platform high up in the sky next to her human sister.
The adventuress and her cat sister were out looking for monsters to fight with as they always do every Sunday. It was the one day were they got a break from helping Prince Gumball with his experiments and saving him from Ice Queen and her penguin Gabby. Fionna was sad that it was the day that Gumball didn't need her assistance but was happy to spend time kicking monster's butts and hangin out with her best friend. Fionna and Cake jumped onto the other side of the cliff and looked around to see if there was a dungeon to be explored.
"Hey Cake, do you hear something?"
After 15 minutes looking for a dungeon and being unsuccessful, the 14 year old girl came to a sudden stop and listened to se
Petals"He loves me, he loves me not," Edward whispered.Petals5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Petals falling slowly, floating in the light breeze.
Thoughts of the lover he left behind in Amestris hovering in his mind.
Blissful nights spent together, soft kisses exchanged after work and during dates, playful banter in the office on rainy days
The happiness on Roy's scared face when Edward came back to save Amestris. The sadness, heartache, and understanding when Edward told him that he had to return, and when he had turned and went back into the foreign airship.
"He loves me, he loves me not," The once bright and fully blossomed daisy, was now holding few petals, as Edward continued to carefully pluck at it.
Afternoon light of a lightly cloudy day in Munich filled the vicinity. Edward sat on a lonely grassy hill, just out side of the bust little town.
Today was the first dreadful anniversary of the day he had left his world behind for good.
He had a small pile of daisies next to him, it was decreasing in number as the petal
Sherlock: Johns Stripped Shirt Part 1Sherlock: Johns Stripped Shirt Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock: John's Stripped Shirt.
Chapter one: What are you up too while I'm gone?
"What is that?" Mycroft asked his brother who was sitting in Mycroft's office with his legs crossed reading.
"What is what?" Sherlock replied as if he didn't know what Mycroft was talking about, "I think you know what I'm speaking of," Mycroft said giving an annoyed smile.
"I haven't the foggiest," Sherlock replied not looking but turning a page in his book pressing his lips together as if what he read was very engaging.
Mycroft walked further into the room setting down his brief case and fiddling with his umbrella.
"Then what is that you are wearing?" Mycroft points out and Sherlock's eyes flicker to his brother, "Clothes, or have I missed the memo that it is now against the law?" Sherlock responded sarcastically.
"Sherlock, I was referring to your shirt," Mycroft says annoyed as he moved to take the seat behind the desk.
"It's a shirt that I am wearing thank you for bring that to my attention," Sherlock
No! (A cry against homophobics)No!No! (A cry against homophobics)3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Rubbing dirt on a wound is not a rational treatment
You can’t continue to push someone down
And expect them to stand
Try to tell them that they are treated as equal
When they can’t even be joined hand in hand
And you say that you’re civilized people??!
When you won’t let a man love a man???
But you’ll cover a shotgun disaster
With a wedding that neither parent had planned
With no choice, force their hand on the matter
Yet two willing and loving are morally banned??
You are not doing work to be admired
When you go out and picket against open gays!
You’re cheering when a gay man is fired
Celebrating in their pain, and insist it’s okay
Because this is the life God inspired
And He works in mysterious ways
Well, I didn’t know that God required
Hatred along with loving thy neighbor and praise
Forgive me, my God, if I’m mistaken
But it doesn’t feel right to treat them this way
Because they are different, we should hate th
SCP: 'The Mermaid'SCP: 'The Mermaid'2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Item #: SCP-####
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-#### is to be housed in a 12m by 6m pool, with a sloped bottom reaching to 6m deep. Its adjacent medical pool (4.5m x 3m) has a sloped bottom reaching to 4.5 m deep.
The subject is to be fed three (3) times daily: 9am, 12:30 pm, and 5:30 pm. The subjects’s dietary needs are enclosed in SCP-####-M-1 and SCP-####-M-2. Its menu is designed to be followed year-round and recycled at the start of each new year.
SCP-#### is allowed to request two (2) snacks per day from the following list: candy bar, juice box, yogurt tube, toffee, energy bar, or piece of fruit that is in season.
Excrement is to be removed from the tank three (3) times a day before feeding times. The water is to be changed totally once per month. Water filters must be present and working at all times.
SCP-#### is to take 60mg of duloxetine and 4mg of buspirone twice per day with its morning and evening meals. #### is to receive
America x Reader: When Swimming FailsIt was hot today.America x Reader: When Swimming Fails3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Not just hot.
So there had been no hesitation in agreeing to come to the beach with America, Prussia, Italy, Spain, and a bunch of other countries who felt the same.
Most everyone had gotten into the water and then just gotten out, but after a game of heated volleyball with a few countries, it was still way too hot to just bask on the beach, so you were in the water, swimming idly here and there, watching as everyone started a new game of soccer on the shore.
You frowned slightly, hiding your mouth under the water as you leaned down into the cool ocean further; you thought the meaning of going to the beach meant people would be swimming and splashing each other and playing chicken... in the water.
You could run around and kick a ball on dry land with grass, surrounded by forests, why would you waste the precious time at the beach playing sports...?
To say the least, you were disappointed.
The only person in the water besides you was America, and he was
First Real Friend - Part 2First Real Friend - Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was an article in the newspaper titled “Boy declared insane; kills himself in cell.” This was part of the story released to the public:
“(. . .) After apparently going insane due to increased bullying at his school; the boy assaulted three other students, severely wounding two of them. The boy resisted arrest, but eventually police managed to capture him; after about a day in an insane asylum, one of the security guards was found murdered. Later that same day large amounts of blood were found on the floor of the boy’s cell. The boy’s body had mysteriously disappeared, and the only object other than the blood in the cell was a fractured wine glass. The body however, way never found. He is assumed dead, as there was much more blood on the floor than he could survive losing. A few days prior to his death, the boy’s family (. . .)”
The article was also accompanied by a photo of the boy.
“But . . . but that’s me . . !” Ryan p
Please Let Me Help...Please Let Me Help...8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yelling down the hall,
It has come,
To get me .
I hide from their screams of fury,
But cannot hide anymore ..
I love them,
But they wont listen to reason,
So I cant make peace,
That kills me,
I always could salve a fight,
But this one runs to deep,
What am I to do
I love them,
I dont want to loose them
America. Overdose.Yo.America. Overdose.2 years ago in Drama More Like This
My name is Alfred F. Jones.
And I’m the hero!
At least, I always thought I was.
Now… Now I’m not so sure.
I can’t even save myself…
Heh, what am I doing? I’m WAY too easily distracted!
Gimme a sec, I’ll start over.
My name is Alfred F. Jones.
And I’m the hero!
But sometimes, I can’t help but feel like I’m just screwing everything up.
The F in my name stands for Freedom.
…Freedom to what?
It rolls around in my head, constantly, shoving itself down my throat.
Everything I fought for.
Everything I worked for.
Aren’t heroes supposed to save people?
Why couldn’t I save the people in the World Trade Center?
Why couldn’t I protect Hawaii from Japan?
Why did those runners in Boston have to get hurt?
All those innocent people…
And all because I stuck my nose in the wrong place.
All I have done is to try and help!
And so many innocent people die.
9: Ice Skating"I can´t do this... I don´t like it, John."9: Ice Skating2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You´ll be able to skate, Sherlock, don´t worry. Look, I´m going to help you. Give me your hands."
John reached out for Sherlocks hands, pulling him away from the edge of the rink.
He stood very insecure on his skates, dangling a bit.
"Fokus your weight on the middle of your body. Good, good... no move your feet forward... yes! That´s it!"
Sherlock was able to skate a bit with John´s help. Both smiled happily and they went on training.
30 minutes later, he was able to run over the rink without help. Slowly, but on his own.
John and Sherlock skated side by side, talking about everything. After a while, they spotted Anderson and his wife. She was acting well on the ice, but not Anderson. He fell down - twice.
"Thinking about dinosaurs won´t help him" whispered John and Sherlock started to giggle.
"I still think one of his dinosaurs ancestors is the reason they became extinct. He was too stupid to
Gift: The Language of Flowers: England x ReaderGIFT: ENGLAND X READER: THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERSGift: The Language of Flowers: England x Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Name) slung her bag over her shoulder and hauled her three text books into her arms. The driver slammed the trunk doors of the shuttle closed and drove away, leaving behind a cloud of dust. She was unable to move out of the way in time. Coughing and sputtering, (Name) nearly dragged herself up to her dorm room. Never before had she hated those two flights of stairs so much nor had she ever been so tired. Taking three tests in a row was exhausting.
During the first exam, she was energized after having drunk almost four cups of coffee before class. Caffeine, after all, was your best friend after a whole night of studying. However, its effects began to wear off halfway through test number two. By the third examination, her energy had crashed. The letters on the paper were dancing and she was nodding off to the silent beat of sleep. Later on, she'd stumbled onto the shuttle and fallen asleep in her seat. The driver had to wake her up
RussiaxReader Sunflower HouseRussiaxReader Sunflower House3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were walking along the sidewalk. You wore your favorite winter jacket, a pair of gloves, a long (fav color) scarf and some winter boots. You looked into the park as you passed by on your way home and saw all the children having snow ball fights and building snowmen. You smiled as you walked on. "I wish I had lived here when I was a kid." You thought to yourself. You had moved to Russia so that you could go to collage there. You had always heard about Russia and what a beautiful place it was, so the first chance you got you moved there. When you got home you removed your winter garb at the door.
"Honey? I'm home!" You shouted into the house. You heard something upstairs and went to investigate. When you opened the door you saw your boyfriend with another woman. They hadn't noticed you since you hadn't opened the door all the way, and you quickly went back down stairs. You packed as many of your things as you could into your car, donning your winter apearal once again, you
Escape the AsylumEscape the Asylum2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jeff sighed angrily. He was disappointed with himself. A few days prior he had been captured when attempting to murder someone; he now sat in a padded cell bound with a strait jacket. He didn’t like having to sit still, he wanted to go out and see others bleed. They would pay. They would all pay.
Jeff didn’t know where he was, but he knew that he was not in the same town that he had been captured in. He hoped the others knew where he was, he was sick of this place. Jeff kicked the wall angrily.
An alarm went off outside of his cell. Jeff turned his head to look at the door. Maybe someone tried to escape and idiotically set off the alarm.
“Idiot.” He scoffed under his breath, even though he himself couldn’t figure out how to escape.
* * *
“Hey what happened!? Where’s the security breach!?” A guard ran into the security room. He glared at the one sitting on the chair watching the monitors. He had heard that there was someone new working