FrUk: BeautifulWhat do you consider to be beautiful?FrUk: Beautiful4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Those exact words were written in elegant black script on a scrap of paper that Francis had slipped onto Arthur's desk, completely unnoticed by Germania. They left the Brit baffled, and a little miffed. Yet he was impressed that the Frenchman's actions had gone unspotted as they were seated in the front of the classroom and Germania was a vigilant teacher.
But Arthur was grateful that the note hadn't been discovered. Under usual circumstances, he would have loved for the bloody frog to get a detention or at least a firm telling off for his antics but these weren't usual circumstances. The words were not of a sexual nature and Francis' expression was not one of a pervert. No, these words sent a different message. A romantic one?
No, no! Don't be so stupid. Arthur mentally slapped himself as his face threatened to flush crimson. He was being ridiculous, far too hopeful. The damn Frenchie would nev
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, Spagna4 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
Just FriendsHe was sixteen when he first met him.Just Friends4 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.
Writing Challenge: Show or Tell"There you are, stupido!"Writing Challenge: Show or Tell4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oh. Ciao, fratello. How are you?"
"Don't ciao me...wait. What are you doing?"
"Si, but what are you painting?"
"Che palle! You're putting paint to canvas; you're painting something!"
"What the fuck? Feli? Let me see, idiota!"
"What? No. Mind you're own business, per favore."
"Huh? What the...? This isn't like you. You're usually acting all happy and idiotic..."
"Seriously. What are you painting? It better not be some depressing shit..."
"I said it's nothing!"
"What the hell, bastardo? Stop trying to block it, Feli!"
"YOU CAN'T SEE IT!"
"Fratallino. Tell me what's wrong."
"I'd rather not."
"Oh! But of course! You'd rather tell that potato-loving-"
"I'd rather show you!"
"Ve! Do you like it, Lovi~?"
"C-Che cosa...? Is it because I yelled at you? I-I'm so-"
"I love it."