APH: I hate everything about youI hate everything about you.
I hate everything about you.
I hate your self-confidence.
I hate when you say you're an artist, so you need to be treated better.
I hate to see, how happy you can be without me.
I hate when you play games with me.
I hate when you say you don't need me.
I hate when you treat me like a little child.
I hate when you open your mouth just to say how awesome are you.
I hate your pride, your 'young-masterness', your stubbornness, your emotional way of living.
I hate that you never say anything nice to me.
I hate your music.
I hate that you always compare me to you.
I hate when you play the piano instead of talking to me.
I hate that I'm always worse than you.
I hate when you prefer your classical music collection than the song I write especially for you.
I hate when you make fun of me.
I hate that you can always see my mistakes, even if no one else can see them.
I hate to make you sad.
I hate yo
PromisesMidnight. Outline illuminated by the serene glow of a swollen moon, a slim figure lie in bed, thoroughly tangled in clean, lilac sheets. His chest rose and fell gently, a sign that the bed's occupant was in a deep sleep. His face was soft and peaceful, chestnut hair lightly tousled, and his glasses rested on the wooden nightstand in front of the slender neck of a table lamp.Promises2 years ago in Drama More Like This
The sleeping man did not wake even as the front door of his house was thrown open and closed and a shadow raced through the corridors, not bothering to muffle his heavy footsteps.
In the moonlight, as he entered the bedroom, the sharply defined features were made even more terrible. The moonlight also revealed that the intruder was dressed in loose-fitting pajamas pants, a night robe as his only cover for his upper body, showing a strong chest, turned to silver by the soft glow. He had arrived in a hurry, barely taking the time to lace up his boots, and he breathed heavily from his dash across borders.
I'll Be Home for ChristmasI'll Be Home for ChristmasI'll Be Home for Christmas2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arthur Kirkland looked out the window; the snow fell softly on the trees and blanketed the yard. He glanced at a picture of him and his boyfriend, Alfred, on the refrigerator. Alfred's arm was slung over Arthur's shoulders and he was planting a kiss on Arthur's cheek. He remembered the day was hot then. Alfred made sandwiches and brought that disgusting drink Americans called "Coca-Cola". Arthur sighed sadly. Had it only been a few months ago when he last saw Alfred? It seemed like forever ago, before he shipped out to Iraq. Arthur deeply admired how patriotic his boyfriend was and how much he loved his country. Fourth of July was filled with fun and laughter and a huge mess afterwards. Alfred would decorate the backyard with red, white, and blue streamers and hung banners from the gutters. Alfred invited what seemed like the whole neighborhood, including his brother and his obnoxious German boyfriend. It was a grand sight to see. People
Cache Ch. 1Summary: France and Spain concoct something in a lab and give it to America. For some reason America is overcome by a craving for none other than carrots. PruMerica crack, lime in second chapter. BL, don't like, don't read.Cache Ch. 12 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Are you sure that this is safe?" Spain piped up over the humdrum noise of bubbling concoctions of every color of the visible spectrum splayed out on the oval table in front of himself and France, who wielded a fizzy test tube containing a dark, syrup-hued liquid between metallic tongs.
The flamboyant nation chuckled rather loudly as he nodded, a hand flitting up to push a pair of plastic lab goggles farther up the bridge of his nose. "Bien sûr, mon ami! Have we not gone through fifteen successful tests only this morning with absolutely no negative response?"
Spain nodded, one hand darting into the pocket of his white lab coat as he rummaged around before extracting an overly-folded lined piece of notebook
APH Changes ch 1Oh how the mighty have fallen.APH Changes ch 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Throughout the years the name of Arthur Kirkland had struck fear into the hearts of both demons and angels alike. Tales told of his crimes and deeds. How his home was lined with the wings that he had ripped off of the angels bodies and the tails he had ripped from the demons.
How he, and he alone, had caused the black plague that had consumed so many human lives so long ago. How his silk tongue had been the one whispering into the ears of the leaders that had caused the most bloodshed to their countries.
He had been feared. He had countless ready to serve him. Begging him to teach them his ways.
He still remembered the Greatest War. The only full out war between the angels of heaven and the demons of hell.
It had lasted decades, with the demons winning of course. Those white clad things had no idea how to fight, only to defend. And once a demon had been able to destroy their shields and defense it had been severely easy to attack and kill the angel.
APH Circus ch 3Running through the forest breathing heavily, the weight on his back slowing him down. He trips on a tree limb or root, it's hard to tell in the dark. No time to stop for anything, the footsteps behind him are growing louder.APH Circus ch 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He immediately gets up and starts to run again. Too late! The hand reached out and grabbed the weight on his back, bending the bone, and pulls him backward.
Looking back fearfully he saw the glint of an axe in the moonlight brought up before being swung down.
Gilbert jumped up in his bed, a scream trapped in his throat, sweating and breathing heavily.
"A dream, just a dream." he sighed in relief. As he lay back down onto the bed. "Not real."
He rubbed his eyes as he slid out of bed and walked to the flap of the tent to peer outside as quietly as he was able to.
"Dawns still a few hours away." he said to himself. "Means I got a few more hours of sleep."
As he walked back to his bed he saw Ludwig on his own bed. He seemed to be sleeping soundly and, this caus
AU- Stand: 1Stand- 1AU- Stand: 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The bass on the stereo was turned up so loud my ears felt like they were bleeding. I could sense the others did too; Isa had her hands over her ears. Alli was cringing every time the chorus of the song, the loudest part, would come on. Cam and Zoe had actually stepped outside because of it.
I saw a few guys dancing wildly in front of the stereo, actually enjoying it. I looked around, searching for Rosie. She had disappeared off with Arthur again. I shook my head and laughed; they were made for each other.
Geety was the only one even attempting to make a conversation. She was yelling at the top of her lungs, and yet I couldn't comprehend her words. I made a gesture to tell her I couldn't understand her. She nodded, knowing what I meant.
At that exact moment, my boyfriend entered the room. There was a dip in the loud hum of the crowd. The stereo wa
Still AliveThe first time Ludwig heard his brother's voice, he could have sworn he was going insane. 1997. It was five years since he died in 1992, at the time.Still Alive2 years ago in Drama More Like This
It soon became apparent that Gilbert's voice was real, and Ludwig learned that his brother was still with him. Quite literally. His body had somehow become the vessel for Gilbert's soul. It was definitely weird, but Ludwig was almost happy to know that his brother was alive, more or less.
For five years, Gilbert tried to reach Ludwig. He wasn't strong enough. Now, in 2011, not only could he freely communicate with Ludwig (sometimes much to his dismay), but Gilbert could sometimes, a little at a time, control Ludwig's body. He was getting much better, but he couldn't do anything very easily without his brother's consent. Ludwig's will was much stronger than his own.
Little by little, Gilbert's personality was beginning to show through Ludwig, and at the worst times, too.
"Ludwig!" Roderich was saying. "Did you hear me or not? Our bos
None So Far : The Arrangement None So Far: "The Arrangement."None So Far : The Arrangement2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ah, Arthur! You came!" Francis greeted the Englishman standing on the doorstep with excessive enthusiasm. "C'est bonne, now we are all here! And you've brought wine! And flowers!"
"It's customary to bring a gift to your host." Arthur responded a little gruffly, blushing as he handed them over.
"Aren't you sweet." Francis simpered, and ushered his guest inside. "Come, into the garden. It's such a beautiful morning, no? I was thinking we could-"
"What is he doing here." Arthur growled, stopping in his tracks at the sight of the man already sitting at the table in the garden. "You didn't tell me-"
"Now, now." Francis flapped his hand dismissively, interrupting his complaints. "I'm sure you two can be civil for the course of one simple bre
APH Baby KissesSummary: In which England, France and Ireland perform a delicate dance of childhood crushesAPH Baby Kisses2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Ft. Chibi England, child!France and child!Ireland
Pairings: FrUK, FraIre
"Bloody hell," England muttered. He thought about slipping off his rock and hiding behind a bush, but he sensed it was too late. The Frog had seen him. Sure enough, within moments he was swept into an embrace from behind by the young nation. England felt his stomach flip over. "Get off me!"
"How is mon petite Angleterre today?" France asked, pressing his cheek against the top of England's head. England felt his cheeks heat up and he began to thrash about.
"I said let me go!" England finally managed to connect on
Circus ch 2The six of them entered the dining tent which was already half full and brimming of noise of all kind.Circus ch 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Antonio tugged Lovino and Feliciano to the side. "This way." He led the way to where the dishes were stocked and the circus members were giving out food.
After getting their portions they sat at an empty table. Almost immediately a pair of hands came onto the table.
"Hello Alfred." Francis said. "How may we help you and why have you decided to grace our presence with your wonderfully toned chest?"
Alfred grinned and true to Francis' word he wasn't wearing a shirt. Dark and ugly scars littered his skin. "Smelt some new people and decided to introduce myself. Alfred F. Jones, call me Alfred or al, and I'm the resident wolf man of this circus."
"Wolf man?" Lovino asked.
Alfred nodded. "Half man, half wolf. Can turn into a wolf and back at will."
"Alfred stop showing off." a new voice said. Another man joined Alfred, excluding a curl in the hair and its length and the eye color he was the
APH Ghost ch 7"I still have no idea if we're going in the right direction or not." Lovino announced as they walked down the street.APH Ghost ch 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ludwig refrained from rolling his eyes. "We are. I know which way we are going."
"I still can't believe that papa let us go by ourselves." Feliciano said. "He never let us do that back home."
Ludwig looked slightly sheepish. "I might have had something to do with that." he admitted.
The brothers looked at him. "You possessed him?" Lovino asked.
Ludwig shook his head. "Influenced him. Took a lot of energy and I'm not sure that I can do that again. Ever."
"You can influence people?" Lovino asked. "That sounds very cool."
Ludwig grinned. "Whenever I can do it, yeah it is."
"Why can't you do it again?" Feliciano asked.
"To influence someone takes a lot of energy, sometimes energy that you don't have." Ludwig explained. "Which is why I'm walking right now instead of floating. I used energy that I didn't have in order to make your father agree to let you guys go and righ
APH Ghost ch 6"You can't stay in there forever fratello." Feliciano said as he sat on the floor and leaned against the wall next to his brother's room.APH Ghost ch 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yes I can!" came his brother's voice.
Feliciano sighed. "No you can't, there's no food in there."
"I have my secret stash of snacks!"
Ludwig looked at Feliciano. "He has a secret stash of snacks?"
"Looks like it." Feliciano said. He brought his hand up and knocked on the wall. "Come out brother and we'll talk about this."
"There's no such thing! There is nothing to talk about! I didn't see any ghost!" his brother yelled.
"Do you want me to go in there and scare him out?" Ludwig asked.
Feliciano shook his head. "No scaring. But if he doesn't come out in a few minutes can you go in there and talk with him?"
"Sure." Ludwig said placing his hands into his pockets. "Can't guarantee that he'll listen though."
"I know you're still there! Go away!" Lovino yelled.
"Ludwig and I aren't going anywhere." Feliciano said. "Not until we can talk to you."
IRON CROSS 0"It works. He works!" Shouted the lonely empire named Prussia. He had kept himself inside for months, working on what he called, his brother. He made him look human, but made him out of wires, metal, and items that people would call, robot parts. The robot opened its blue eyes and Prussia said,IRON CROSS 02 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"How are your functions." The small robot opened its mouth and with a soft, sweet little voice, it said,
"Everything is functioning properly."
"Good." Prussia had created life and had created a new empire to take his place. "Do you know your name?" He asked. The robot's eyes looked as if it was a scanning through its data base and said,
"There is no record of my name in my data base."
"God damn it!" cursed Prussia. He pulled out an IRON CROSS and placed it on the robot's neck. As if the IRON CROSS was the missing piece, the robot's eyes went from a blank blue, to a beautiful crystal blue. Prussia looked at the robot again and asked,
"Do you know your name?" The robot looked up at Prussia with an
Britannia Angel Transformation SequenceBritannia Angel Transformation Sequence2 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was about the same time every Saturday night that Arthur found himself slouched over the bar, one hand limp around a half emptyor half fullbottle of beer and the other reaching for another. Sometimes he'd slur out half-forgotten words to songs he probably never knew. Sometimes he'd whimper prayers or clumsy curses to nobody. Always he regretted going alone.
It was nights like these that he'd drink too much, alcohol dribbling down from his chin, hands already shaking, but the world a pleasant numbness that enveloped his brain like a thick blanket. No thoughts of him could worm their way through his defenses. No depression could catch a strangle-hold on lungs that could already barely breathe.
It was all a very small price to pay, save for one minor issue. He always woke somewhere unfamiliar--butt-naked, and completely alone. Sometimes he'd find himself on a rooftop, on top of the slide in
Prussia x Reader - Down By The Lake"[Name], can you do this? Sh-"Prussia x Reader - Down By The Lake2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Don't swear!" You whispered harshly, cutting off Gilbert with a quick kiss, as you slipped in through your bedroom window.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
The next day, Gilbert waited for [Name] at the usual spot the bus stop down the road. But, she was late by fifteen minutes. His finger hovered over the green key of his cell phone. He wasn't quite sure whether he should call her, or not. Would her dad-
"Gilbert!" he turned around, to see [Name] standing behind him, taking deep breaths in order to gain her breath back. "Last night...Dad...down by the lake...saw-"
"Shit!" Gilbert exclaimed. "What was he doing there? How'd he see us?"
You shook your head. "H-He said that..." You gulped, as you forced the words to come out of your throat. "We can't meet, Gilbert."
"Was...? It wasn't often that Gilbert reverted to his mother tongue, but dire circumstances called f
GilbertxReader: Awesome FriendYou stormed down the driveway to your car. Your friend stood in her door way, screaming at you; hot tears streaming down her face. Slamming the door shut, you threw your key in the ignition and drove off. You drove in silence except for your phone's constant buzzing.GilbertxReader: Awesome Friend2 years ago in Drama More Like This
"God damn it. What part of 'leave me alone!' do you not understand?" You growled.
Pulling up to a red light, you stopped and rested your head on the steering wheel. Home would be the first place your friend would go. She wouldn't listen and you knew it. She never did. If you ever said 'no' or disagreed she'd throw a tantrum and bring up all the things she's brought you and places she's taken you, and you'd back down. But this time was different. She went too far, you stood your ground, and she was not happy.
The light turned green but you still sat there, trying to figure out where to go. Listing through your friends you came to Ludwig. He was a good friend with a strong shoulder you could always cry on. His brother, Gilbe
Copper Curl Part IXAs usual, sleep didn't come easily for Germany. Romano's words tumbled around his head like an unstoppable and extremely annoying bowling ball. Since when did that tomato-loving dummkopf get so meaningful? Is it even legal for someone as unpleasant as him to give out relationship advice? And yet, Germany couldn't help but cling on to those words. He didn't understand why, but a lot of what Romano had said made a lot of sense.Copper Curl Part IX2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was Germany! When he loved someone, he wasn't supposed to just let them roll around in their own shit and misery. He had to go over there and do his best to fix it. Germany always had to clean up the mess that Italy left whether it be dropping some bread crumbs or tomato sauce on the floor, or getting him out of jail at one of the allied force's places. So why was he backing out now? This all has to be fixable, right?
But how would he fix it? Is he supposed to go in there and talk to him? Try and be gentle? Listen to him? Hug him? Kiss him? Germany felt hi
Copper Curl Part VIII"Kesesese, I knew that you couldn't handle your alcohol as well as I can!"Copper Curl Part VIII2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Germany winced, his head pounding uncontrollably as he squeezed his eyes against the sun. That damn sun! Why the fuck was it so bright, dammit? Germany wanted nothing more than to take a huge machine gun and shoot at the stupid golden monstrosity.
And his stupid ass of a brother wasn't helping matters. After the God-awful events involving Italy yesterday, Germany immediately called Prussia, who was more than happy to accompany his brother to a bar and have a drink. Although, even the albino nation had to admit that he was a bit taken aback by his younger brother's alcohol binge. Germany drank beer after beer, shot after shot of God knows what, slamming the small shot glass on the table with so much force that he shattered a few of them.
The bartender looked scared out of his mind.
Prussia would never admit it out loud, but he actually felt sad. He had to endure his brother's drunken rambles all night. And t
Copper Curl EpilogueJuly, 2012Copper Curl Epilogue2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hey West, are you going or not?" Prussia asked from the couch, not bothering to take his eyes off from the TV screen, his thumbs moving rapidly over the PS3 controller buttons.
"Aww, FUCK!" The albino burst out, having the sudden urge to hurl the controller straight at the damn screen. "Those fucking zombies are fucking with my awesomeness!"
Germany's eye twitched in irritation, his fingers tightening around the beer bottle. He didn't want to answer Prussia's question. He was still unsure if he wanted to actually go or not. The thought filled him with such violent conflicting emotions, that he had no choice but to bring out the alcohol. But it wasn't really helping. And neither was Prussia.
"Hey, earth to West! Are you going tonight or not?" Prussia asked again, shifting his position on the couch to look back at his brother. The albino laughed at the blonde's distressed appearance. "Kesesese, West, don't pop a vein."
"Ack! Mein Gott, Prussia! Vhy don't YOU just go by yourse
Copper Curl Part IGermany's eye was twitching.Copper Curl Part I2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Not to mention that his temple was pulsing and his fists were clenching.
" and then I'll make a pasta shaped like the Leaning Tower of Pisa! Wouldn't that be great? And then I could show it to big brother Spain and he could add the tomatoes to it to make it better "
On and on and on.
Veh this and veh that and pasta up and pizza down.
Germany can only handle Italy for so long before completely snapping and capitulating into a huge shouting spree that involves explicit curse words that combine a strange dialect of Deutsche and some other made up language.
"I'll also add a pizza! There's nothing better than pizza and pasta. Even the sausages from your place cannot compete with it! Don't hit me for saying that, because the sausages do taste good. Far better than the English food "
Germany started to breathe in and out, determined not to look in the face of the irritating nation. He could not stand to look at that huge dazzling smile, stupid red-b
Copper Curl Part XA/N: Yes. Hitler makes an appearance in this chapter. Remember, this is all taking place during World War II! I also realize that WWII and Hitler are very touchy subjects, so this is just a small warning for mild ideologically sensitive material. And this is the last chapter! Though there is going to be an epilogue! Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed this story. It really means a lot to me.Copper Curl Part X2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Germany was nervous. His palms were sweaty as he stood before the fuehrer. He gulped as he took in his boss's cold expression. Germany knew that he hadn't been keeping up with what has been happening in the war lately, and he felt absolutely ashamed. All because of a certain Italian nation, he had let himself forget that they were in the middle of a war.
Germany always prided himself on choosing duty over want. He had always believed that he was the one to make the most sensible decision. And in the course of about a week, he had completely let it go. So, now facing the fuehrer's emotio
Visiting FratelloI get to visit my fratello today!Visiting Fratello2 years ago in Drama More Like This
He probably thinks I visit him too often, since I was just there yesterday, too. The woman at the florist's shop knows me by my first name now. Feliciano. I think maybe I do visit too often.
When I go to buy flowers for fratello, she asks me if I haven't been lucky, since I keep going to buy flowers for my lady. I smile and tell her that there is no lady, but I don't think she understands.
In fact, everyone I pass by on the street thinks I have a date. I wish it were that simple, actually.
An old woman sighs and murmurs something in Italian about young love. I laugh to myself in my head. If only she knew how old I really am! I've probably seen her before when she was just a little girl! But it's okay. Today is a happy day, because I'm going to see my brother again!
I always dress up when I go to see him. It's no wonder people think I'm going on a date. But really, it's just a special occasion. I guess it's too easy to mistake me for another young man l
Spain's Lost Diary: 3 Spain's Lost Diary: 3Spain's Lost Diary: 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Being sick isn't fun. Its disgusting really, but its something we all have to go through. If you're lucky, it'll show that someone cares, even when you believed they really didn't.
I felt awful.
My throat was burning, my head throbbing, my stomach a wreck, but I couldn't afford to feel that way on such an important day, so I went about the house as if I was fine. Entering the kitchen, I went about preparing different ingredients for a dish I had to make, it was for a very important business meeting and because you, Lovi, was so small, I didn't want to ask you to do it, even if that's what my boss had desired.
You entered into the kitchen, startled to see me standing there, a sudden burst of burning and drowsiness was flushed through me, and as I turned to see who had entered, I fell. I couldn't move, I ached, and I felt as though I was about to vomit. You completely fr