FranceypantsLOL Headcanons: England England isn't that bad a cook. He says that everyone else's taste palettes are too fussy for his more domesticated meals.FranceypantsLOL Headcanons: England3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As well as being able to talk to ghosts, England can let a ghost possess his body providing that the spirit agrees not to do any unscrupulous activities. Sometimes this is his way of helping them pass over to the after-life.
Whenever England gets really depressed, he quotes Shakespearean lines that have melancholic meanings.
England's favourite colour is green because it makes him feel safe and at home. It also reminds him of the natural country landscape which he adored as a child and still loves at the present day. It used to be red because it was a strong colour but after losing the American Revolution War, he couldn't bear to wear anything in that colour. Even in the present day, it takes a lot of effort for him to wear any red items.
England isn't as much of a light-weight drinker as people m
APH: 'Worth the Moment' Fic~Worth the Moment~APH: 'Worth the Moment' Fic4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first of July. Dominion Day. Canada Day. What had once been just another day on the calendar had become a day dedicated to the union of his people and lands as a single nation. Today was a day of celebration, joy, and pride for a no-man's land turned colony, and finally an evolved dominion recognized as the autonomous country of Canada.
Matthew stood by the fifth floor window of the building housing his parliament. The gothic building, so influenced by his once European owners, stood like a towering piece of the Old World in the New one, overlooking the Ottawa River atop the forest cover hill so aptly named for it. Common loons took wing along the water's surface as Canadian geese bathed and rested along the banks. Boats passed through the river every now and then, citizens enjoying the blessed weather or a tour boat with dozens of tourists itching to take photographs of the amazing view. Everything he could see was so beautiful; every moment captured
Re:Earth-that-used-to-be was a beautiful place. America could remember that as if it was only decades that he left the place he once called home.Re:1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
England's fall was like a reminder that people -and to an extent, nations as well- drove their planet to a point of no return. This was then they moved from space exploration to the first attempt of space colonization.
The attempt was successful. Scientists and engineers managed to reach a speed close to that of light. The old nations of Earth settled in new planets, named after the nations who made it there.
That was history. It happened hundreds of years past. Our planets have overpopulated again. Those were America's thoughts, as he landed to an island of the small moon, of the unexplored planet.
That was the second space colonization. After overpopulating their new homes -just like what happened with the Earth-that-used-to-be and their nations- the need to find new planets to live rose again.
“Commander Jones!” someone called to
The Cold TruthThe young boy stared lazily out the window at the cobblestone streets below, the purple and orange light of early morning bouncing off of the sparkling dew in the grass and the wrought iron lamp posts on the corners. He sighed, scratching at the purple bowed lacy collar of his nightgown and letting his long pale blonde hair lay over his tired eyes. Papa had promised to come home today. He had promised Matthew that today the Seven Years War would be over.The Cold Truth4 years ago in Settings More Like This
There was a loud wooden creak across the room and the small boy turned his head as the house maid entered with a smile, her heels clacking as she walked up to him, running her thin fingers through his thick hair.
"I am sure that Monsieur Francis will be back soon, Mathieu." She said, sitting down next to him on the windowsill.
"Il a promis qu'il viendrait maison aujourd'hui." The boy uttered seriously.
"Why don't practice your English, like Monsieur Francis has asked you?" She whispered quietly.
Building Sand Castles: HetaliaThis land is my landBuilding Sand Castles: Hetalia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dead land
Empty, without a soul
Every inch soaked in blood
My heart died
Many years ago
I lived too long
To the point I don't know
What I am today
And Who I was before
Faces loom in memories
Of friends and enemies
Mixed with the faded images
Of humans from every time
Royalty and leaders
Rich and poor
Young and old
Sickly and beautiful
But who are they
I do not remember
The memories are so faded
The images are blurred
The time upon the calendars
Fade into eternity
Look down, out the window
Every one of us who live forever
Look out that window
Out to the streets below
Look upon mortality
The fear of time
That is what we see
Look upon the changing time
In a blink all we had was gone
Burned and broken
Smashed to ash
Those on the streets below
Those who live and drink and age
They are blessed with the coffin and the Reaper
Never to see what their lives amounted to
While we strive on
Building castles upon the sand
And watching the waves tear them down
As we sit alone u
APH Blessed FicAPH Blessed Fic3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dad, is magic real?"
Sitting beneath the swaying canopy of the flourishing elm, watching the sunlight dance across the ancient labor of a scribe long since passed, worlds away from home and somehow at peace it was hard not to believe in it.
"Yes," the Englishman simply replied, and carefully turned the page of the book in his lap.
Alfred gave an exasperated sigh and placed his hand in the center of the text, prompting his caregiver to look up. "I mean in more than just the stories you tell me. I want to see real magic why can't I?"
Arthur remained silent and still, almost transfixed, for a time. The summer breeze drifted in over the lake, soothing invisible hands through the grass and branches of the tree. Alfred continued to watch his mentor's strangely vacant expression with intense curiosity, but soon became distracted by the leaves falling around them.
The boy looked up in wonderment, removing his hand from the book to reach up and catch some of the
Into the air„Are you ready, Liechtenstein?“Into the air2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
„Y-yes, big brother…“
It was a cold, clear spring morning in the Swiss Alps. The two blonde, neutral nations stood at the top of a slope. Beneath them stretched a great, wide meadow, gently flowing down to the valley floor. Behind them lingered a towering mountain.
„Don’t forget“, Switzerland continued. „You got to flap strongly to get into the air. Once you’re airborne, you will instinctively use the different wind currents to glide. And I’ll be at your side all the time; I’m there to catch you if you should fall.“
Liechtenstein gulped. She knew all that, but she still felt queesy. „Thank you, brother.“
„Don’t mention it. At your sign, Liech.“
The small country closed her eyes inhaled deeply. Then she nodded at Vash.
And started running.
The air blew all around her as she gained speed. She extended her wings, let the wind fill them. Flapped
Insane Attraction - Prolouge"Is she almost ready, Mother?" Envy sighed impatiently, his arms crossed over his chest with a scowl clear on his face. "It's taken her a week already. I don't get why she's still sick."Insane Attraction - Prolouge8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Now, now, Envy," Dante started, her tone laced with amusement at her son's attitude. "We have to wait a bit longer for her because she's the first vice. This means she's very special, do you understand that? Much like you were, being the first homunculus…"
Violet optics widened at Dante's words, simply looking over to her with a bit of shock. "…she's like me?" Envy managed to say after a moment, hating the fact that someone else may be as powerful as him.
"No, not at all," The old woman shook her head, her shoulders moving up in a shrug right after. "She may be the weakest, maybe she's the strongest. I won't know until she leaves that bed. But she's different, just like you were. You were the start of the sins; she is the beginning of the vices. So keep that in mind, Envy," Mauve pools closed as Dante
APH: PrayerThe Aegean Sea is once again the sea of war. For centuries the tide has been set and fixed, waves throwing themselves against the west, the mighty Ottoman Empire ruling the Sea. But now the tide has turned. The cradle of Europe rises.APH: Prayer3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Two men were standing on an ancient temple’s ruins on a distant isle far away in the blue Aegean Sea with the sun blazing over them. They were both armed and facing each other while a battle raged all around them as soldiers clashed, fought and died. Greece tightened his grip on his halberd and panted with exhaustion. He had fought for years now, his white clothing stained with dirt and ash and blood, his hair messy and dirty and his brow sweating. And the man who stood before him, clothed in red and white cloaks and robes and wearing a large turban, shadowing his masked face, was also struggling to keep himself up, gripping his sword with the ferocity of a wounded lion.
“End this madness now”, the Ottoman Empire said. “Now
The Fall of Man [Nazi!Germany and Prussia]France was pushed into a small, dingy room, falling flat on his face as he tripped down the stairs.The Fall of Man [Nazi!Germany and Prussia]2 years ago in Drama More Like This
“Get up!” Germany’s gruff voice ordered, grabbing France by the scruff of the neck and dragging him to his feet.
France was a mess. His clothes were ripped and torn, with patches of blood here and there, some his own, some not. His hair was all over the place, un-neat, and not at all like France would normally keep it. But this was only to be expected, after all, France had just been conquered by Germany. The German Blitzkrieg had completely taken him and Britian by surprise. They had expected trench warfare, akin to that of the Great War, and had built huge defenses on the Maginot Line, but Germany had other ideas. Even if war tactics had changed, France and Britian still did not expect Germany to go through Belgium! The damned Krauts just went through the Ardennes forest, an area that was supposed to act as a natural defense against such an invasion! Within week
Angleterre, le miserable - Casting part 1England let his head fall into his hand with a sigh, one large eyebrow tickling his palm as he let the weight of his thoughts balance on his elbow. He blinked through bleary but determined eyes at the torn, wrinkled paper before him. On top was clearly written in neat cursive the words "Cast List". The rest of the paper was anything but neat. It was covered in scribbled names, strike-outs, and notes that almost covered the column of neatly-printed names that had once been the entire contents of the paper. He would set this in order tonight. He would!Angleterre, le miserable - Casting part 14 years ago in Humor More Like This
As England's eyes traveled down the page, they hit upon a single name, a name which had been difficult for him to pronounce until France told him it was supposed to have the word "angel" in it... sort of.
I'll never understand the way he spells things!
Next to the name, many times crossed out and rewritten - sometimes rather violently - were two names. The list began in England's hand but had been soon taken over by France's overly
Growing Up and Moving OnFor America/Alfred's Birthday, 2013Growing Up and Moving On2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After nearly two weeks of planning, the weekend America and Canada had picked for their birthday party finally arrived. The two always threw a huge celebration in honor of both of their birthdays, as they were only a few days apart, and it was often the most anticipated party of the year. They always invited everyone they could think of, and the majority of those available that day would attend. They threw it not only for themselves, but for everyone. After all, what's better than getting together with good friends and sharing good food and drinks?
People seemed to arrive in waves, starting with just a few in the morning and increasing in number as the day wore on. By the time the sun began to set, the party had really gotten started. Several nations were scattered about, in the house and in the back yard, socializing and catching up with each other. America could usually be found by the snack table. He happened to be scanning the various deserts the
[APH] Spreading Awareness - The Return of SOPAFor once, a world conference had gone rather well. Despite some arguments here and there, no one stepped too far out of line and everyone managed to stay on topic. The nations even came to agreements on some things, though mainly by majority and never completely unanimously. When the clock showed that their time was nearly up, Germany rose to discuss one final issue.[APH] Spreading Awareness - The Return of SOPA2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“I believe we have time to cover one more topic. It’s not one we can do much discussing about at the moment, but rather one I would simply like to inform you of,” he said, straightening out a stack of papers as he did so. “All of you know about the bill called SOPA. What some of you may or may not know is that the bill has made a return, and is once again being discussed by America’s government.”
There were several gasps and exclamations of “what?!” from the various nations sitting at the meeting table. Someone even asked, “America, why didn’t you tell us about th
Hetalia: England x Reader: A Rainy AnniversaryGazing through the window, you sighed, "Where has Arthur gotten to?"Hetalia: England x Reader: A Rainy Anniversary2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You see, Arthur planned a date at a café and wanted to meet there at three o'clock after work. You checked your watch, it was ten-past three. Where did the Brit run off to?
You sipped your (fave drink) you had ordered earlier, audibly sighing. It was also your three year anniversary. You knew your boyfriend was always punctual, so there had to be a good reason why he was late. Right?
Placing your chin in your hand, and resting your elbow on the table, you glanced at the café's grand wall clock. It read three twenty-five. You checked your phone, no texts or missed calls from Arthur. There was no way he would have forgotten the planned time! You were sure of this. But, even though you were so sure, why did a warm tear slide down your face?
Dark, persistent, worrisome thoughts overwhelmed you. More tears clung onto your eyes, not wanting to spill, and made your vision blurry. You tried to bl
Pottertalia WandsYou're allowed to use this if you want to. I was bored and decided to make this, so go ahead and use it!Pottertalia Wands11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The 'Angel Feather'-core which is mentioned from time to time is actually a feather from England/Britain in his Britannia Angel-form. England willingly gave those feathers and made wands of them, knowing that an Angel Feather-core would make the wand in question incredible powerful.
He has only made wands with his Angel Feathers to a selective few though - those closest to him who he trusts and believes will be able to control it's magical power.
If you want to you can also see it as England is their guardian Angel through the wands.
Nation: Tree, Core, Length.
Ireland: Fir, Leprechauns Hair, 13 inches.
N.Ireland: Cypress, Angel + Phoenix Feather, 10 inches.
Scotland: Hawthorn, Angel Feather + Nessie Scale, 13 inches.
Wales: English Oak, Angel Feather + Dra
Bunny!England x Reader- Easter from the HeartBunny!England x Reader- Easter from the Heart1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is the second part of the Easter story I made from 2013- if you wish to read the first part before getting to this, part one can be found in the description. Thank you, and Happy Easter!
"Happy Easter, _________!"
Indeed, today had been April nineteenth, the day where children all around the world would hop out of bed to go in search of the baskets the well known rabbit had hid for them the night before- their little hands dunking hardboiled eggs that had been prepared that morning into cups of colored water, instantly drawing little faces on them afterwards to give the appearance that they had been alive. Today was the candy filled, egg hunting day known as Easter, a national holiday that had been a tad more refreshing than that of Valentines, where everyone showed their love for others by buying stuffed animals and chocolates that would be neglected and eaten, or St. Pactricks day, everything you can possibly think of being decked out in shades of green,
Hetalia: You Were So Small II -You Were So Small: Part IIHetalia: You Were So Small II5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So, will you turn on me now out of spite? Attack me as I am rebuilding and learning how to protect myself and filling in the gaps you leave behind?"
Arthur's expression changed only to allow a slight up-tilt of the corner of his lips, forming a tight, cruel smile. "I won't need to do a thing to jeopardize the building of your precious kingdom. You'll accomplish self-destruction without aid from me," He added with a dark chuckle, "Assuming France and Spain decide they're not willing to fight for more than the bargained price of their aid, you'll have a few years of so called freedom at best."
Alfred's eyes narrowed and his muscles te
Hitting the Books: Snake x Reader [Oneshot]Hitting the Books: Snake x Reader [Oneshot]1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You were sitting on your windowsill, completely absorbed in the book you were reading. Occasionally you would look out the window, into the garden. You were surprised Finny wasn't out yet. It was a beautiful day. The sun was high in the sky with no cloud to be seen. You shrugged, figuring he was still asleep. You turned your attention back to your book. Not too long after, someone started knocking on your door.
"Come in." You say, not looking up from your book.
Sebastian walked in, "[Name], the Young Master wishes to see you."
"Ok. Tell him I'll be there in a few minutes." You said, looking up at him, "Is he in his office?"
"He is." Sebastian said. He looked you over, "Though, do change out of your nightgown first."
You chuckled, "I will."
Sebastian nodded then left. You got up off the windowsill and changed into your uniform. Not wanting to keep Ciel waiting, you grab your book and hurry out. After working here for a year, you found it remarkably easy to find your way around, despite
SealandxChild!Reader - Cold Hands, Warm HeartSealandxChild!Reader - Cold Hands, Warm Heart2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The young boy turned around at the sound of his name––only to be tackled by his friend.
“_____!” he said as he attempted to sit up. “You’re supposed to hide when you play Hide-and-Seek!”
The ten-year-old beamed at the twelve-year-old below her. “But I missed you!”
Peter couldn’t help but laugh at her innocence, and he patted her head. “Alright. How about we go inside?”
“Okay!” _____ got to her feet, along with Peter, and headed inside.
“Hiya, little dudes!” said Alfred as the two walked into the living room. He sat up from his seat on the couch and picked up _____ in his arms. She squealed in delight, then giggled as he gently placed her on the carpeted floor.
“Hi, Alfie!” She stepped in front of him, leaning on the couch to get closer to him. “Can we watch a movie in here?”
Alfred blinked. “Aw, but I was watching. . .”
Home (Part 1)Home (Part 1)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
America, England, and Sealand x Abused!Child!Reader
“Arthur, can we go to the park?”
“Because I said so.”
Peter groaned in frustration, then turned to his half-brother that had just walked into the room. “Alfred! Can we go to the park?”
“I don’t see why not,” said Alfred, his usual cheerful grin on his face.
“Hey!” Arthur shut his book. “You can’t just go to him when I say no!”
“Yes, I can!” The young boy climbed onto his half-brother’s shoulders and pointed upward. “To the park, Alfred!”
“Aye, aye, Cap’n!” Alfred quickly left the room and headed toward the car in the front yard. After setting Peter down in the backseat, he turned on the ignition and drove off.
“Why doesn’t Arthur ever want to go anywhere?”
Alfred adjusted the boy on his shoulders. “I dunno. Maybe because
May I Write a Thousand Crappy PoemsPicking up this pen and paperMay I Write a Thousand Crappy Poems2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in pensive thought prepare to write
words and feelings flowing freely
as winding rivers reflecting starlight.
But here at my desk no words come,
no lightning inspiration strike,
so I sit like a hunch-backed leeching fool
begging paper to relieve my plight.
So may I write a thousand crappy poems
In desperate hopes that one just might
be good enough to fill my belly
or make my quaking mind alright.
Hirari, Hirari - Tamaazu-P - English TranslyricsLook - how gently the wind bears the leavesHirari, Hirari - Tamaazu-P - English Translyrics3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
As the ties turning gray
Closely, closely hold them near your heart
When seasons turn again.
Broken by the words I held so tightly in my arms
That I couldn't move my feet,
'Til I was falling, falling into a warm, warm dream -
Sunrise took you from my side.
I will tie those memories before they turn gray
As colours of dawn softly blow away.
Fires burn, burn away the mark you made, still
Fluttering, fluttering, fluttering.
Words spread wings, fly to the sky, the sea, so far!
I pray that they reach you wherever you are.
Day by day, the colours of the ties we made are
Fluttering and fluttering away.
Shine a light, let the memory find its way once more
And fly, even for a while, to soar to the sky,
Though it knows that the light it shed will fade away,
Fluttering, fluttering, fluttering.
Though my heart has to go far away while you remain,
This one final song will stay behind and fly to you
'Til the end, trembling gently like the fallin
Hetalia Chronicles I: The Seven Years WarThe room was silent. The two parties sat opposite each other in their respective military uniforms. A clock could be heard ticking, slowly, in the background; as if time itself was slowing down for this historical moment.Hetalia Chronicles I: The Seven Years War4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The year was 1763, and in the well lit hall in the glorious city of Paris sat four people. On one side were the victors, England and Portugal. On the other side sat the losers in the conflict, France and Spain, who both had a look of foreboding gloom on their faces.
"To the victor..." England began, as he passed them a piece of paper "...Goes the spoils".
France picked up the paper, on it were a list of several demands for colonial exchanges in America and Africa
"I hope you find these terms, acceptable? In exchange for the entirety of your Canadian territories I will return your beloved sugar island Guadalupe, also I will be taking your African land in the Senegal. For you, Spain." The Englishmen turned to Spain, who peered up from the document "I will return Cuba in
Leaves From The Vine (Extension).Leaves from the vineLeaves From The Vine (Extension).3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Falling so slow
Like fragile, tiny shells
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy
Come marching home
Brave soldier boy
Come marching home
Ash in the snow
Falling so slow
Like fragile, broken hearts
With no place to go.
Little soldier boy
Come marching home
Brave soldier boy
Come marching home
He thought he knew
What he was fighting for,
But the sight of blood
Made him question war.
Poor soldier boy
Cold and alone,
Bombs fall like rain,
He's all alone.
They're all alone.
Those leaves did grow
From branches overgrown
Drifting slowly down
Resting in the snow.
Little soldier boy
Taken from home
Forced to fight a war
That is not his own.
Leaves from the vine
Changing so slow
Like empty, fallen souls
Looking for a home.
Little soldier boy
Thought that he could soar
Brave soldier boy
Died in their war.