Master, I Love YouWarnings: Crack... so cracky I don't even know...
The world meetings were always boring and not nearly awesome enough for him to even care, yet he still insisted in going along. Prussia sighed when he arrived home from the latest meeting, tired and slightly annoyed. Of course, the ex-nation didn't have to go to these meetings but he went anyway so he could annoy the other countries.
Germany had decided to leave with Italy that afternoon so Prussia had the house to himself. He hung his jacket up on the hanger by the door and walked straight into the kitchen and grabbed himself a cold beer from the fridge. Savouring the taste, he smiled to himself and allowed himself to relax as he took another swig then walked into the living room. This cold beer and a few hours on the X-Box should be enough to make him feel relaxed, right?
However, he was not expecting to find another person sitting on the couch.
Wearing next to nothing, might I add.
Prussia spat out his beer in shock and his crimso
A Spell Gone WrongWarning: Crack. Lots of glorious crack!A Spell Gone Wrong3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Another day was over and England couldn't wait to get home. He just wanted to sit down with a cup of tea and a good book. When he finally arrived at his large London house, he unlocked the door, stepped inside with a sigh and locked the door again. As he removed his shoes, he paused and listened.
Something didn't feel right.
There was an ominous feeling in the air. It was strange and England couldn't quite place it. He didn't think anything happened before he left so he couldn't work out what it was. Uneasy with the atmosphere, he decided to walk around the house to investigate.
As he checked the room around the house, he started to realise what this feeling was.
It was the feeling of magic... but not only that. It was the feeling of magic when it went wrong.
England walked into his bedroom and his eyes widened. There sitting on his bed was a young man. His hair was a mint green and from what England could see his eyes were
Just FriendsHe was sixteen when he first met him.Just Friends3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Antonio would never forget the moment when he first laid eyes on him. His amber orbs, his dark brown hair, that frown and visible pout that proved to him that he didn't want to be here. But of course, moving to a new area was a little daunting; Antonio knew that from personal experience. He had moved to California from Spain a year before and if he was going to be honest, it took him a while to adjust and get used to the change. It was scary at first, but his two best friends- Gilbert and Francis- helped him through it. He met them at school and ever since they had been inseparable and that first day they had acted like they had known each other for years.
And that was why Antonio was now walking across the street to the house opposite his own with a bright smile. It was always good to have a friend, right? He approached the other brunette and extended his hand, that smile always remaining and he said, "Hola! I'm Antonio! I live across the street.
Crack Fairytales - The Tomato PrinceOnce upon a time in a land far, far away from here lived a handsome prince named Antonio. Antonio was prince of the wonderful and beautiful Tomato Kingdom and the prince had a happy life there; the citizens of the kingdom loved him and they knew that he would be a great and powerful ruler.Crack Fairytales - The Tomato Prince3 years ago in Humor More Like This
However, there was just one problem.
When it was time for Antonio to take the throne, he would need a Queen. A King could not rule without his Queen after all.
Antonio had met with many princesses from many far away kingdoms but not one of them was what he was looking for. Time was running out for the prince and Antonio needed to find his future queen right away. The problem was, was that he didn't know where to start looking.
But he would have to start somewhere, right?
And so he did. The prince packed essentials and informed the kingdom that he would not return until he had found a suitable Queen. His family and loyal subjects wished him well and the prince set off on his long and tiring journey.
Come Home, SpagnaHe hated it when he left. Of course, he would never show it. That was something Lovino would never do. Antonio would announce he would be leaving for a while and all Lovino would do was huff and shrug.Come Home, Spagna3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He'd say he didn't care. He'd say that he wouldn't miss the Spanish nation if he was ever asked if he would. He said that he would be perfectly fine alone during that time. He said that he could cope without him.
And he was... for a day or two at least. Lovino loved the freedom of doing whatever he wanted whenever he was alone. There was no Spain to boss him around. There was no Spain to tell him what he could and could not do, to tell him where he could and could not go. No Spain to tell him he shouldn't eat too many tomatoes or he will be sick, no Spain to tell him when he should go to bed. No Spain to tell him to do his chores. No Spain to tell him to stop being lazy and help out once in a while.
This freedom was something that Lovino enjoyed for a while... but soon the small nation f
Crack Fairytales - The Wurst PrinceAnd so we have heard the story of the Tomato Prince Antonio and the Pasta Princess Lovino... but what of the younger princess, Feliciano? Well, dear reader, fear not for that story is about to come.Crack Fairytales - The Wurst Prince3 years ago in Romance More Like This
As usual, this story takes place once upon a time in a land far away. The Pasta Kingdom had been allied with the Wurst Kingdom for quite some time. The Pasta Kingdom would always turn to their friends whenever they found themselves in danger. The Pasta King and the Wurst King knew each other from their childhood so it was fairly obvious why their kingdoms were allied.
But I'm going off the subject again, for this story is about the youngest Princess, Feliciano.
Feliciano Vargas, Princess of the Pasta kingdom was a happy, bubbly young man with a good heart. He was nice to everyone he met though when faced with danger he was always the first to run away. The Pasta King was worried, for he had to decide whether Feliciano or his brother Lovino should take the throne after his passing. Both prin
Bad RomanceWarnings: FrUK and some suggestive themes~Bad Romance3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You are an absolute moron..." he said between their kisses. A smirk and a shrug was all he received in return before his partner leaned in once again and closed the gap between them.
"You love it. I know you do..."
"Only you would think th-this..."
The blond went ignored as the other male began to suck and nip at the soft spot of his neck. England tightened his grip around the Frenchman's neck and closed his eyes. He would never admit it, but it really did feel so good. He couldn't explain it... and why he had been denying this for years, he would never know...
He felt Francis smile against his neck as he worked on the large hickey he was creating; leaving his mark, showing the world that the irritated English nation before him belonged to him and him alone. Proving to that idiot American that the Englishman before him was not available.
"Ah... Francis..." England said lowly, tilting his head to allow the Frenchman better access. His eyes
Choices- Ch1Arthur Kirkland moved away from London in escape to a quiet life. He'd moved to a small town on the coast in order to escape the hustle and bustle of the city. Arthur had not only chosen this place because it was quiet, but because it was where his family used to holiday when he was younger. He'd always wanted to live in a place like this and now, when he finally had enough money, he could.Choices- Ch13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Three years later, Arthur was happy. He had a good job, a nice house and everything he could have asked for.
He also had a boyfriend which came in the form of his own American hero, Alfred Jones.
Like himself, Alfred had moved to England to get away from the loud city. Coming from New York and moving to a small coastal town had been a huge change for him but when the two met a cafe during Alfred's first couple of days (Arthur had already been there a year), the Brit was more than willing to show him around.
And now, the two of them lived and shared a happy life together.
It was a Saturday morning an
SpellboundWarning: Cardverse!AU featuring crazy!EnglandSpellbound3 years ago in Romance More Like This
They used to be so happy.
It was a year ago today when it happened. Arthur remembered it clearly. He remembered how much it had hurt; he remembered how his heart felt as though it were physically being ripped in half when his husband uttered the words to him. He thought the pain he felt within those three seconds may very well kill him. Even the fires of Hell would not hurt as much as this. It was those four words which caused Arthur to do what he did.
Those four words changed everything.
I don't love you.
Arthur remembered how he had begged. He had promised he would change, he would promise to be a better husband; he had promised to be a better Queen to the King. But Alfred had shaken his head. He had said no. He wouldn't allow it. He had made his decision and he would never back down on it.
Arthur had cried like he had never cried before. How could this be happening? This couldn't be happening, not to him. Alfred loved him. He kn
TrustFrancexReaderTrust3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You saw the way he looked at you, and to be honest you didn't know if you should be flattered or horrified. Francis always seemed to shoot you looks across the meeting table- winks, smirks, he'd kiss his hand and 'blow' the kiss towards you and he'd even make 'kissy faces' at you when he knew you were looking.
To be honest, the attention was great and all, but you knew of the French nation's reputation and you didn't really want to be another name on his long list of people he'd slept with.
You had more pride than that, therefore you weren't going to let him win.
Or at least... you were trying.
"Ma cherie, accept this rose as a token of my affections!" Francis smiled, holding the rose towards you. You looked at the rose with a flat expression before replying, "No thanks, I don't know where it's been..."
You were painfully aware of where roses seemed to be located on Francis' body...
The Frenchman's eyes widened, then he grasped the area near his heart and gasped, "Oh,
Blessed With A Curse- Ch17Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch173 years ago in Romance More Like This
He had tried to sleep, really he did. Of course he knew it would be difficult... but honestly, he didn't know it would be this hard.
Every time he closed his eyes he was plagued with visions of his brother hurt or worse. Every time he would encounter these visions, his eyes would snap open and he would stare into the darkness of the room for what felt like hours, attempting to calm his beating heart.
If he listened close enough, he could hear the voices of the three vampires in the room beside his own. If he listened hard enough he could make out snippets of the conversation... and it didn't look good. From what he could make out, none of the other males seemed to know what to do.
Lovino hated it. He hated the waiting, he hated not knowing anything. He hated everything that was happening and he wished he could just turn back the time and make everything go back to how it w
Don't Say It - Prolouge-The rain was pouring down relentlessly. Dirt had turned to mud and puddles were everywhere. It had been a battlefield not too long ago so there were mini craters, ammunition shells, and corpses scattered everywhere. Even so, a man was running through it all. His snow white hair shone in the darkness as his boots splashed through the puddles and mud, his arms wrapped tightly around a large bundle. Where ever this man was going, he needed to get there now.Don't Say It - Prolouge-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After a while longer of running, the battlefield turned into a road and that road into a city. He ran through though the cobblestone roads up to a rather fancy house. Up to the door he went and forced his way in past the servants and a few guards. He got into the room he wanted. It was decorated lavishly with the finest fabrics with bright reds and golds with some blue here and there. As expected for the country of France. Sitting on the couch, obviously caught in the middle of a discussion were two blondes. One had shoulder len
Choices- Ch2Arthur looked on with a horrified expression. Hurt and anger filled his emerald eyes as he watched the love of his life kiss another man. He couldn't believe they hadn't noticed him yet.Choices- Ch23 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Alfred...?" he asked slowly. He wanted to pinch himself and wake up from the nightmare. He wanted to wake up beside his Alfred and everything would be all right.
Alfred and the other man pulled away from each other quickly as though something had stung them. The American looked over to his boyfriend with an expression that would only convey fright.
"Arthur! I can explain, I swear!"
"Oh, can you now?" Arthur asked; his tone dipped in venom. The sheer anger in his eyes was enough to make the American wince.
"Just let me explain, please..." Alfred begged. Arthur shook his head; he'd trusted him. He'd trusted him with his feelings and he'd lowered his defences. He'd exposed his heart to man he loved, only to have to stamped on mercilessly and left to decay.
Looks like you made the wrong choice yet agai
BesameBésameBesame3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The late evening light reflected off the ocean's too blue surface and the sun was slowly setting behind the horizon in the distance. The golden sand beneath him was soft to the touch and no longer warm, and the cool evening breeze whipped through his dark locks softly. Tourists bustled around him, talking amongst themselves and smiling happily as they enjoyed the Spanish evening. Despite the beautiful scenery around him, Lovino's frown remained. He looked out at the ocean, watching the small shape of a cruise ship sail along the horizon in the distance. He sighed a little and adjusted his position on the sand; he would never admit it but he rather liked Antonio's beaches. Lovino tore his eyes away from the water and averted them downwards as he moved his hand to cup a small amount of sand. He watched it slip through his fingertips silently as he wondered what was taking that tomato bastard so long.
Lovino was taking a holiday; a much deserved holiday at that. For once, his
A List Of Things That France Cannot DoThis is a list of the things that I, Francis Bonnefoy, the personification of the country France, am no longer allowed to do, no matter for what reasons. If I infringe any of these settled rules, I will have to bear the consequences, which will include lectures, physical violence and several other punishments. Furthermore, I have to give Germany the permission to straitjacket me if he considers it to be necessary. The following points are mandatory.A List Of Things That France Cannot Do3 years ago in Humor More Like This
1.) I am not allowed to take off my clothes during a meeting.
2.) Teaming up with Korea to build "The World's Largest Chest Groping Chain" is a no-go.
3.) I should NEVER stare at Italy's butt. Both Antonio and Germany will kick my own gorgeous ass right out of the door~...
4.) I am not allowed to approach Japon by saying "Do you want to feel the difference between a tentacle monster and a real man~?" It is adorable when he blushes, but being chased around by him with a katana is no fun.
5.) If I steal Christmas from Finnland one more time,
100 Ways to Annoy England100 Ways to Annoy England100 Ways to Annoy England3 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Insult his tea/cooking.
2. Speak French.
3. Say 'learned' instead of 'learnt'.
4. Tell him that unicorns are just colorful horses with ice cream cones on their head.
5. Touch his eyebrows.
6. Say his eyebrows look like fluffy caterpillars.
7. Call the British football soccer.
8. Randomly scream in his face.
9. Stare at him like he has three eyes until he screams at you.
10. Call him a punk.
11. Call him random nicknames like 'butt-munch'.
12. Insist that he watches 'uni-porn' or unicorns doing porn.
13. Ask if Tinkerbelle is his friend.
14. Ask what drugs he's on to see his fairy friends.
15. Insist that he is a pedophile.
16. Say that France is an example of a perfect gentleman.
17. Tell him Sealand is a country.
18. Repeat his name over and over until he walks away.
19. When he starts talking, keep yelling "WHAT?" until he gets frustrated.
20. Say that the Irish (or the American) have better food.
21. Poke him repeatedly.
22. Brag about how awesome you ar
In Which America loses his Burgers.America was playing video games, as usual. This time though, it was 1 in the morning, way past his bedtime. 'Screw my rules,' he had thought, 'I'm older now.' Now, he was waiting for the game to load a levelIn Which America loses his Burgers.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Shit!" America had no patience. "Might as well go get some food to waste some time." He put the controller down and walked to his kitchen. Opening his refridgerator lazily, he reached out into the cooling device to grab a burger.
WAIT. THERE WAS NO BEEF. IN FACT, NO BURGER.
"HOLY COW!" America shouted, slamming the refridgerator door. "MY BURGERS HAVE DISSAPERED!"
He ran franticly around the house, checking every corner and drawer. The
American fell to the ground, crying. Tony came out of his bedroom and placed his hand on America's shoulder. "I know that feel, bro." He said in his total alien voice.
After America had a tantrum, he decided that he go looking outside. It was likely that someone had took his burgers out of the house into a secret hiding plac
Grocery Store's Vital RegionsSEIZING THE GROCERY STORE'S VITAL REGIONSGrocery Store's Vital Regions3 years ago in Humor More Like This
*cue ominous music*
There are two main differences between the Feliciano/Lovino/Matt/Alfred/Ludwig/Gilbert variety of children, and the Antonio/Francis variety of children.
The first is that not one of the Feliciano & Co. variety is a convicted pedophile. (Gilbert's trial is next week.)
The second is that Feli & Co. all have parent-type-things keeping them under control. Antonio, on the other hand, does all his grocery shopping himself.
At the extremely mature (note sarcasm) age of ten.
And, being a totally mature ten-year-old, he was currently occupied racing shopping carts up and down the aisles. Sexily. Because Antonio Fernandez Carriedo was sexy from the moment he was born.
Toni whizzed sexily past the bread and the condiments, hair blowing back sexily in the wind. He smiled sexily, raising his hand sexily to a giggling nine-year-old girl holding a can of whipped cream. Her poopy-headed mother gave him a deathglare, but it
Alfred Jones vs The World- Ch1When Alfred saw Arthur, he knew he was the one.Alfred Jones vs The World- Ch14 years ago in Romance More Like This
He had this feeling in his chest, and this feeling was never wrong. He always trusted his heroic instincts and seeing Arthur made that feeling stronger than ever.
Of course, he didn't know Arthur's name then. He was just a guy in the library; a very cute guy in the library, might I add.
Alfred's book (which had a comic hidden inside of it) was slowly being lowered as his eyes never left the other blond that sat across the room. Alfred's friend, Toris, blinked at the American's behaviour and waved a hand in front of his face.
Alfred blinked, "Huh...?"
"Who are you staring at?"
"That guy... who is he?"
Toris looked ahead and saw the other blond. His eyebrows rose slightly and he replied, "That's Arthur Kirkland. He's from England."
"England?" Could this guy get any better?
"Yes. He moved here a week ago."
Before Toris could do anything to stop him, Alfred was on his feet and he walked over to the man he was currently fantas
Signs of Affection"Let's play a game."Signs of Affection3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Japan looked up from his reading, glancing over Oedipus Rex at Greece, eyebrows quirked questioningly behind his glasses. Greece was gazing out steadily at the garden, his long legs stretched out before him off the edge of the veranda. It was too hot at the moment to be strolling out in the blazing afternoon sun, so the two friends had decided to while away their time at a breezy spot by the veranda.
"All right." Japan said, setting his book down, wondering what had spurred the thought in the Grecian. "What kind of game?"
"I heard America talking about this game during one of the meetings. You make hand gestures and the other person has to guess what it means." Greece said, stroking at the cat which had curled up into a tiny black and white ball in his lap. "He said you had a similar game here too, and I wanted to try it with you."
Japan nodded. He knew the game Greece was referring to; it was popular among the children, one which they could play for hours,
Alfred Jones vs The World- Ch2"S-so, that waiter... you dated him?" Alfred asked disbelieving. He really couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had to defeat... as in fight Arthur's apparently evil ex-boyfriends.Alfred Jones vs The World- Ch24 years ago in Romance More Like This
"That's right!" a voice sneered from behind them. Both Arthur and Alfred turned around quickly to face the Spanish waiter.
"I... I'm so confused!" Alfred clutched his head and the waiter rolled his eyes. He walked a little closer and stood in front of them.
"My name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo!" he stated with a smirk, "And I am evil ex-boyfriend number one!" He looked at the two blonds, "Hola Arthur."
Alfred watched the casual exchange between the two and blinked, "So... how do you two know each other."
Antonio looked at Arthur for an explanation and the British man sighed lightly, "We met on my holiday to Spain"
"So you're not Mexican?"
Antonio scowled, "No! Stupid..."
Arthur sighed again and continued, "And it was only a few nights... we broke up when I went home."
To the Rescue AruChina was walking leisurely down the hallway of the vast mansion. Like everything else in Russia, the mansion was immense- the hallways seem unending, the doors branched off into different parts of the house. It took him many visits and careful memorization before he could stroll down alone Russia's massive home without losing his way.To the Rescue Aru3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In some sense or another, this had almost become his second home. Whenever he came to visit, none of the guards stopped him from entering; the maids greeted and curtsied. To be acknowledged and recognized as a 'special' friend of their nation, it was a queer feeling.
It wasn't as if he and Russia made it their goal to keep their relationship a secret. There really was no point in denying it. However, even with the world labeling them as a couple, the couple themselves never openly admitted their feelings to one another. There were no exclamations of 'I love you' or undying vows of eternity. What they had was much simpler than that: a brushing of han
ComfortAfter being clubbed a few times in the head by a frying pan, Prussia was "persuaded" to call Italy back for dinner. The little country had gone to meet Holy Roman Empire, and had still not returned. Though he grumbled as he strolled toward the road where Holy Rome had departed, Prussia was genuinely worried for Italy, and hoped the small guy wasn't too depressed when he found out that Holy Rome was leaving.Comfort3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When he saw Italy, sitting in the middle of the road clad in his maid clothes, the albino called to the small country, "Oi, Italy! It's almost time to eat!" Though he usually came running at the mention of food, Italy did not move an inch. Concerned, Prussia walked closer to Italy, and noticed the little guy was sobbing.
"H-Hi Prussia. I-Isn't the weather n-nice today?" Italy greeted the albino, tears in his eyes.
Prussia knelt down and asked, "Italy, are you sad because Holy Rome left?"
After Prussia's question, Italy burst into tears. The albino, somewhat shaken, patted the auburn
Guardianship Chapter 1Guardianship Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
As the woman walked back towards him, without Alfred in tow, Arthur had a frown on his face. Just what did the lady think she was doing, he had asked for Alfred and damn it, he was going to get the boy. Okay that made him sound like a pervert, and he wasn't a pervert, not really. Although he had been asked a lot of questions before he was able to adopt. Something about a single male trying to adopt a young boy raised red flags in their systems. Thankfully a background check made sure he wasn't some kind of perving old man.
It had been a couple of years since his wife died in child labour, and he had been heart broken, he had worked all of his life, saved and saved to spoil his family, and he had no-one left. After coming out of his depression, he had decided that perhaps he should shower some lowly child with affection, give it the life that he never had. Which led him here.
"Well?" He asked, a hint of anger in his voice. After having the women treat him like a pervert, he was getting
Bite Me part 4"That's not what I meant!" England held America's face close to his. "That's not what I meant at all, America."Bite Me part 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"*Hic* you're lying!" America sobbed, "Everyone hates me! It doesn't matter who!"
Prussia popped out of nowhere next to England. "You know, I asked you to come back hoping you guys could clear up things with one another. But you just had to make it worse didn't you?"
"I didn't do anything! He"
Prussia said, holding up a hand. "Say no more, I know what he did. Come on America, let's fix your bed up and have you lay down."
He grabbed America's arm and heaved him off the couch, guiding him slowly to his room.
"Fix his bed? What did he do to his bed?" England asked, following close behind.
"I'm not telling you anything, fucking cock block. You made my roommate cry. SO NOT awesome."
"Why you egotistical"
"Wait *hic*!" America said, cutting into England's sentence. "Arthur You're not leaving are you? Please don't leave. S-stay... please?"
The Englishman stared into