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
Feeling Useless PrusAus 1-3Roderich knew he was never horribly strong, nor had he ever been a fighter. His passion had always lay within music-Which wasn't a problem now. He really couldn't do much, confined to a wheel chair after World War I. Elizaveta had left him. . . and the Austrian nation was left crippled from the war.Feeling Useless PrusAus 1-35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
At the moment, his wheelchair was facing the window-he'd lost the will to write music, even to touch his piano, which was now collecting dust. He was uncharacteristically depressed-even Mariazell seemed to have lost life, the curl slumped. Unseeing violet eyes watched the rain hit the glass of the window. Pale lips were parted slightly and his breath fogged up the glass.
A grumble in his stomach and he knew he needed to eat. Slowly, he wheeled the chair to the kitchen to eat. He couldn't really reach the counter now, which caused a few problems. He sighed. Maybe he would just go out for food, though truth be told, he hadn't left his house since the end of the war. He wheeled away from the k
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.Promises3 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.
Not All Stories... ch 2Three days passed, and it was now Tuesday.Not All Stories... ch 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
Arthur hurried around the house, fixing his cloths, combing his hair, even cleaning up his nails, just making sure he looked good. He felt like a woman fussing over his appearance so much.
Monica watched as he attempted to tame his wild hair. "Why are you so concerned over how you look?" she asked, "You've never cared about it before."
"Well honey, you know how crucial first impressions can be. I like to make good ones." He said.
Yes, that was part of it, but something else was factoring in. When Arthur thought about Alfred, a warm, fluttering feeling his stomach. He hardly knew the man, but just thought that something made him special.
The eyes that's diffidently something, Alfred's eyes. They sparkled so casually. They just drew you in and made you want to befriend him. Arthur was in no way an exception.
"Ugh. Damn it! Why won't this work!" he yelled suddenly in frustration, slamming the hairbrush he was struggling to use down. This alw
GilbertxReader: NothingNo more. You thought.GilbertxReader: Nothing3 years ago in Drama More Like This
You watched the headlights through your window and you knew immediately who it was.
You had left him but he didn't seem to understand what that meant. His pathetic face still burned in your mind. He begged, pleaded, and threw empty promises at you but you were stronger than to accept those blank words.
The doorbell rang, but you just sat there.
It rang again, yet you still did not move.
It wasn't long before the unwanted visitor started pounding on the door; slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed and volume. You just sat there and listened to his frantic knocking.
Drunken cries flew into your ears; slurs that were supposed to be your name displayed his regret and sorrow.
But you couldn't open that door. Too much pain was behind it.
The noise never ceased.
It just grew.
Grew to an unbearable level pushing you past your breaking point.You picked up your phone and dialed.
"I'm sorry Gilbert" you whispered.
"Hello? 911. What is your emergency?"
"Yes I'd lik
Not All Stories..."Are you alright, love?" An eighteen year old girl with silky chestnut hair and sky blue eyes asked her lover.Not All Stories...4 years ago in Romance More Like This
A slightly older man by two years with straw blonde, messy hair and emeralds for eyes, looked up. "O-oh, yes. Yes, of course Monica, dear." he answered.
The one known as Monica moved over to the man. "Are you sure, Arthur? You seem tense." She began to rub his shoulders. "This is a happy day. I turn eighteen today. Just one more year and we can get married!" The last word was said in an unnecessary squeal.
Arthur flinched. How he hated when she did that.
To be completely honest, he wasn't looking forward to the wedding.
It wasn't that he was afraid of commitment. Not at all! It's just he didn't love Monica like she did him. He thought of her more as a friend than fiance.
However, he didn't have much choice in the matter. After all, it was arranged before either of their grandparents were born.
Yes, you may think that arranged marriages are a bit outdated for some countr
SleepPrussia/Austria AU. Nothing but fluff.Sleep3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The house is dark, and he hates it. He can't hear anything but the sound of his boots hitting the smooth marble of the floor, echoing through the halls of the large Vienna mansion, and had he been less awesome (an impossibility), he would have found it to be disconcerting. After all, he's used to hearing the sound of music filtering through the house, and catching glimpses of the servants as they move around and complete their tasks. Now, however, there is nothing only a chilling silence that seeps passed his mental barriers despite his best efforts.
Making his way up the stairs, Gilbert Beilschmidt navigates his way through the dark corridors until he comes to a door. Pushing it open, he enters the room silently, shedding his clothing as fast as he can, feeling the cold air hit his skin as he does so; it makes finally sliding in next to the warm body already occupying the bed all the more swe
Whats the Big Deal? AusXReaderAnother Thursday. Another piano lesson for Michael and Erin. Another day of that piano teacher coming here and-Whats the Big Deal? AusXReader4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I turned off my iPod as I went down the stairs. Checking my mobile, I saw that there was only one message on there from my friend Alli. It simply read "Now or never, love " I quickly texted her back Shuddup! -.-"
Sighing, I sat down at my usual spot on the chairs, where no one could see me, but I could clearly see my younger siblings at their piano lessons with their teacher. Roderich, their teacher had already arrived, and Michael and Erin had already started on their scales and exercises.
As I peered through the railings, I thought about what I'd been feeling for the last few weeks.
I mean, really? Roderich? What a lame name! And he always acts so posh too! It's so annoying! And, honestly? What's with the hair? It's so last century! Yeah! Last century! And he's never even noticed a little thing! I mean, all he notices is his piano and
PrussiaxAustria: Body-Swapped -Part 2- Austria found himself in mixed emotions as he read through the everyday life of Prussia. Within one hour, he was sitting on the ground, discarded journals placed neatly in little towers according to the time period he wrote in.PrussiaxAustria: Body-Swapped -Part 2-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But returning to his emotional distress, he found himself rather creeped put by some of the things he did such as stalking Austria. 'If he seriously was upset seeing me around Hungary, why would he even consider stalking me?'
"I haven't seen you this deep in thought before." Germany's voice from behind startled him into tossing the book into the air a bit before it landed on the ground with the crumpling sound of paper on the ground,"I'm starting to wonder if you really are mein bruder."
Austria stood himself up and bowed his head in respect. Only then did he notice the white hairs grazing over his face and the Prussian blue Luftwaffen he wore. He was still in Prussia's body,"I think this requires explanation Germany."
PrussiaxAustria: Body-Swapped -Part 1-OKAY! So earlier today, I was thinking up ideas for this contest I'm entering when I stumble upon a journal entry where a friend was asking about a fanfic where this exact situation happens between Austria and Prussia. I was easily able to figure out a comic way to throw in the lines required in this contest and I found that I actually ran out of space due to writing so much. So there will be more parts out (only like 2 or 3 parts)PrussiaxAustria: Body-Swapped -Part 1-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
~So here is my request and contest entry: Body Swapped~
"Aw c'mon...it'll be fun!"
A stinging feeling in his head.
A delicious beverage slithering down his throat.
Walking home as if nothing happened.
These were the only things that Austria remembered from the day before. His mind seemed boggled. Nothing of particular interest had actually happened. But
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
Dare - Axis:2Dare:Dare - Axis:24 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Dare!" you called excitedly. You loved dares they were always the most fun, and there's a lot you can get away with too!
"I knew you'd pick that! I have some awesome ones planned!" I said, laughing, and leant towards your ear to whisper.
"Okay, so I want you to go up to Germany, and tell him you're pregnant with his child. Make it good, yeah?" I whispered into your ear, and you nodded. "Oh, and I don't want anyone to be suspicious" I continued, "So just play along with me for now, okay?"
Leaning back, I continued, loud enough for everyone to hear "Gosh, what is wrong with you today? [Name], you didn't like any of those dares?" You shook your head.
"Cman! You gotta do something!"
You quickly glanced at Ludwig, and then looked down, a glum look on your face. "I'm not sure " you mumbled.
"Fine" I rolled my eyes, "We'll skip you. Next!"
Throughout the whole evening, you kept on giving nervous glances at Ludwig, who was becoming more puzzled by the minute. Then
The SurpriseWhen he woke up today, Canada couldn't see a reason for people to not remember his name. It was his birthday, his special day. People had to remember, right?The Surprise4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was a world meeting that day, and he was actually excited. Of course, he didn't expect anything from the other nations; just a birthday wish would be nice. Just acknowledgement would be better than a card or present.
However, it wasn't to be.
He had arrived in the meeting room and as soon as he walked inside with a small smile, no one even looked his way. He walked to his brother and America had waved at him and not even asking how he was, he just launched into a full description of the new videogame he had bought and how it 'totally wasn't scary and he totally wasn't freaked out'. Canada just sighed and listened as he always did. With America, when he was in the middle of talking about something it was hard to get a word in.
Canada just stood there as his brother flailing around and talking at the top of his voice, and even
Prussia's Lil' FriendGermany sighed as he shifted through some scattered paperwork that Italy had not bothered to finish; he had been too busy having a fiesta or something, Germany never really bothered to check, and had then promptly fallen asleep. He really was hopeless. He picked up what appeared to be a recipe for a pasta dish rather than a piece of work and smiled at the little doodles Italy had scribbled across the text and on the other side. Well, for doodles they were actually very detailed, and Germany couldn't help but admire Italy's natural talent for art. One of the little sketches appeared to be of him working. Germany wondered when Italy had drawn that, and how he didn't notice at the time. It seemed Italy could keep quiet and focus on a task if he wanted to. Unfortunately, it wasn't the right task.Prussia's Lil' Friend4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Just as he had sorted out the paper into a neat stack, the pile was disturbed as the door slammed open against the wall. He had to make an entrance, didn't he?
"Brother, what are you doing? Italy
APH - Meeting Parents - Canada*The door opens - it's your mother*APH - Meeting Parents - Canada4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You: Hey mother! I finally got Matthew over!
You: *rolls eyes and sigh, grabbing Matthew's hand, who is almost hiding behind you* Maybe, just MAYBE if you weren't behind me, Mattie *go in with Matthew*
Mother: Oh...OH, Matthew...yes...*confused face*
You: Yes, Mother...my boyfriend...*drag Matthew down onto the sofa, with you*
Mother: So...Matthew right?
Mother: Tell us a bit about yourself, Matthew
Matthew: Well...erm...I'm Matthew...not Alfred, you know, he's my brother...everyone thinks I'm him...it's strange...And, well, yeah, I'm Matthew...I-I have a polar bear as a pet...
You: Yeah! He's so cute and cuddly!
Matthew:...but...oh gosh...I can't remember his name...
Mother: That sounds sweet. And what do you like to do?
Matthew: ...Me? What I like to do?...erm...I'm fond of...ice hockey *shy smile*...It's one of the few things that I'm better than Alfred at....
You: Nonsense! *hugs M
Ice Cream- PruAusIt had to be a hundred degrees outside on that sunny August day. Both Roderich and Gilbert were wearing as few clothes as they could possibly get away with in public, but they were still sweating. Going to the park had definitely not been a good idea.Ice Cream- PruAus3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I'm dying out here!" Gilbert announced, wiping sweat off his face with his shirt. Before Roderich could remind him that going out had been his idea, Gilbert spotted an ice cream truck and several trees. "Let's go get ice cream. We can sit in the shade for awhile."
Roderich wasn't a big fan of ice cream, but shade and cold liquids sounded very inviting. He didn't protest as Gilbert led him to the street. "Um..." Nothing looked very good to the Austrian.
Gilbert seemed to be having the same problem. "Worst ice cream ever!" he complained, although he knew it was their only option. "I guess I'll just have a vanilla cone. What do you want, Roddy?"
"Do you have strawberry?" Roderich asked the bored looking man, who nodded. He handed the two me
APH - Meeting Parents - Spain*Your front door opens. It is your mother*APH - Meeting Parents - Spain4 years ago in Romance More Like This
You: Hi mother! There's someone I want you to meet!
*Spain steps into the view*
You: Mother, this is Antonio. You know...the one I wanted you to meet.
Mother: Ahh, yes, yes. Come in.
*Antonio and you enter*
Antonio: Nice place, here *jumps on sofa, causing your father to jump beside*
You: Err...yes. Hi, dad! This is Antonio! Antonio - Father!
Father: Nice to meet you *extends hand*
Antonio: *shakes hand violently, shaking up Father*
*You take a seat beside Antonio*
Father: Erm, well..yes. So, Antonio, what are your interests?
Antonio: Farming! I love farming!
Antonio: Sí*! Farming! It's fun, and there's a big sense of...ach ache...getting something done!
You: Achievement, Toni?
Antonio: *face lights up* YES! That was the word! *kisses you, in front of your parents, making you blush* Thank you, corazón***. *Turns to parents* Do you know something? I really do love your daughter. She's so smart,
APH - Meeting Parents - USA*The door opens it's your mother.*APH - Meeting Parents - USA4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Alfred: Hello, Mrs______________. Delighted to meet you.
Mother: W-who are you?
You: *run up, breathless* Couldn't you just wait, Alfred? Hey Mum, this is Alfred. You know
Alfred: *shakes Mother's hand* Nice to meet you, again *laughs*
Mother: *shaken from handshake* D-do come in
You: *whisper to Mother* He's quite strong, isn't he?
Father: *sitting on sofa, reading newspaper*
Alfred: *calls out* Hello Mr. ___________! Delighted to meet you too!
Father: *looks up, startled* Wh-what?
You: Dad, this is my boyfriend, Alfred.
Alfred: *waves, goes upto Father, grabs hand and shakes it*
Father: *shaken* Quite quite
Alfred: *takes seat, pulls you down beside, whispering* Say ______, I'm starving
You: Oh HEY MUM GOT SOMETHING TO EAT?
Mother: *from kitchen* Not really, dear. I was just starting to make some lunch half an hour?
Alfred: Half an hour! I'll be DEAD by then! *gets glare from Father* Say, how abo
Double Dare - Axis:3Double Dare:Double Dare - Axis:34 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Double Dare" you said. "Whatever crap you guys make me do, I don't wanna do it alone!"
"Aren't you the clever cookie?" I laughed, messing your hair, which I knew you hated.
"Okay hmmm " I began to think. "It has to be with Romano, obviously. You both need to know the meaning of teamwork, really." Romano looked up from whatever he was staring at on the floor and frowned. "Why me " he muttered.
"Can't you just ask those two to make-" Gilbert couldn't continue any further, as he dodged something thrown at him by Milen.
"This isn't a free porn show, bro." I yelled at him. You were blushing furiously now, just at the mere idea, and Romano's face was almost as red as the tomato he'd just bitten into.
"Got it!" I exclaimed. "Just exchange something you're wearing. Just one thing, and wear it till you leave. That fair enough?"
"Of course not!" yelled back Romano. "I'm not wearing girl's stuff!"
"Oh, hush Romano!" I called back. "It's a dare, okay?"
GerXReader - Lucky Wish"Ludwig!" [Name] called, tugging on his sleeve. "Look out the window! Make a wish!"GerXReader - Lucky Wish4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ludwig looked up from the book he was reading, only to see a shooting star blazing through the evening sky.
"You know there isn't any basis on them, [Name]" sighed Ludwig.
"But there was that thing in Africa, right? The one with England getting struck by a star and all!"
"No ifs, no buts! Make a wish! Now!" [Name] demanded, slamming her fist on the table. Ludwig sighed, as he closed his eyes for a few seconds.
"Done" he said. "Now have you finished those sums?"
[Name]'s face changed immediately, as she sat back and stared at all the sums in front of her. "But ugh, Ludwig. They're so boring!"
"And you have an exam tomorrow."
"So do you! Why aren't you studying, then?" [Name] replied.
"I'm prepared enough and you're still stuck on what we finished in the second term."
"Am not!" [Name] pouted. Suddenly, her mobile phone rung, and she hurriedly answered the call. "Oh, hi Mum!...yeah, s
The LettersDear Westen,The Letters3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Guess what? Even after being behind this wall for years, I still remember you. Not sure if you remember me actually, but whatever. This letter I'm making sure will get to you. I found a way to get it across the Wall, don't know how long that will last though.
Russia's... Been keeping a closer eye on me. I tried to run away again not too long ago. Man, I got into so much trouble. He went after me with the dogs. I'm still not fully healed from that. And he tells me he loves me. Stupid ass...
I'm sending a letter to Roddy, Tonio, and Franny too. Though, Franny won't like his. He's part of the reason I tried to off myself. But, that's a different story.
Well, I hear the fat-ass commie coming. Here's hoping you get this!
Gilbert of Prussia
Guess what. By the time you get this, the Wall will only have a few more months to stand. I promise you bruder, you'll see me soon. You won't want to see me, but you will. I can't tell you what I'll
CakePrussia sneaked into the kitchen. Luckily, young master went for a walk, so now, he was at home, alone with the one he loved most...Cake3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Oh, my dear... - Gilbert whispered tenderly Finally... We're alone... I've been waiting for this moment for weeks... OK, maybe for hours, but those hours were as long as weeks, trust me! I mean, I'm really glad to see you... My dear... My darling... You're so sweet... I want to lick you, to bite you, to...
- Prussia! What the Haydn are you doing in my kitchen? And why are you groping my cake?!
- Aaah! - Prussia jumped Stop scaring me, Specs!
- I'm not scaring you! I'm just asking about my cake!
- Leave us alone, Roderich!
Austria looked at him with sad eyes.
- You... You love my cake more than me...? Oh you Mozart-damned irritating nation!
Rodrich ran out of his kitchen, crying.
Gilbert stared at the cake.
- Oh shit. Well, looks like we're in trouble, honey...
Cake didn't respond.
- Well, there's only one thing I can do now... I need some
APH: Austria vs. Prussia's videogames -prustria-"Haha! Yeah! Headshot!" Gilbert laid comfortably on his stomach on Roderich's plush white carpet, eyes trained on the enormous TV in front of him, rapidly jabbing at the buttons of his controller. He'd moved in recently with his wealthy boyfriend, and, since he was so used to living in his brother's dimly lit basement, was quite caught up in all of the material possessions around him- and the fact that everything was always clean, and he was always provided with really good food.APH: Austria vs. Prussia's videogames -prustria-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Zut! Gilbert, that was me!" Francis' voice came through the headset. He wasn't particularly good at the video games, nor did he really like them that much, but joining these sessions meant that he could talk with his friends. Antonio was online as well, chattering contentedly about his adventures with his "tomate" Lovino.
"Calm down, Franny, you'll respawn in a second," Gilbert assured with a snort.
"Oh, I forgot to ask you, Gilbert! How is it living at Roderich's?" Antonio asked, trying to get his character
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