Smile- IceKongChina looked at Hong Kong in a mixture of condescension and mild annoyance that the territory had gotten to know well. He ignored it studiously, and kept his expression impassive as China said, "I don't think that you really have to be at this meeting, you know."Smile- IceKong5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"It's an economic summit," Hong Kong said flatly. "It's very important for all of us."
"I could speak for both of us," China reminded him gently, as he continued putting on his tie in the mirror. The two nations wore immaculate black suits and plain ties.
Looking around the plainly Western decoration of China's hotel room, Hong Kong wondered ruefully to himself exactly which one of them had spent the better part of the last two centuries as a British colony.
His eyes narrowed a sliver of a centimeter, and he leaned forward slightly on the bed. "We have separate economies. One country-"
"-Two systems," China finished. "Yes, yes, I know what I said. You're perfectly free to your own economic system." His eyes met Hong Kong's in
Switzy's Little EdelweissOut of his parents, Kugelmugel had always been closer to Austria.Switzy's Little Edelweiss2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Switzerland never even wanted a child. He hated kids with a passion, wanting the only one in his life to be his little sister. His and Austria’s honeymoon would have been incredibly bland if the Austrian hadn’t persuaded him into making love; although it prevented their honeymoon from being the worst one in history, it left Switzerland expecting a baby. And that made him very angry.
He would have gotten rid of the child before it was even born if not for Liechtenstein’s enthusiasm and Austria’s acceptance. They convinced him to commit to the 9 months of torture, not to be happy about it. And for the first few months, he couldn’t have been unhappier. He was snippier than ever (which is really saying something) and called Austria a “stupid piano prick” at least twice every day.
However, something changed. For the first time, he actually felt the stirring of life inside of him. It w
SugarMoldova/RomaniaSugar3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ion thinks his heart must still beat, even though he can't feel it through the thick scar tissue on his chest.
For all the explosive arguments, there is also the quiet bickering over simple things like who drank the last of the milk and whose turn it was to traverse down the long trail to fetch the post.
(In the end they went together, hands brushing against each other but not held.)
Those were sweet and peaceful moments Ion knew he was supposed to cherish but couldn't quite bring himself to. Those kinds of moments were supposed to give you a warm feeling in your chest and bring a faster rhythm to your heartbeat, if all the books he'd read had any basis in reality whatsoever. He couldn't cherish those moments if he couldn't feel them, and the reason he was so numb was the same reason that kept stealing glances at him from beneath pale blonde eyelashes.
Still, in the name of the charade and keeping the (relative) peace, he never protested (overly much) to the suggestions
This is not art! Ch3This is Not Art!This is not art! Ch33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Three: He's Not Yours!
Over the past month Johan and Alexis have become good friends. They spend their extra time hanging out in the art studio on campus or Johan will show Alexis tricks with the computer in one of the computer labs. Marcello has joked that Johan is falling for Alexis again, which annoys Johan to no end. It doesn't stop him from doing these things though, like today with him and Alexis in the art studio alone again.
"Johan, what do you think?" Alexis asks, holding up a statue of an angel he has been working on. It's a young girl with long wavy hair holding a small fox in her hands. The faces are unfinished, along with the fine details of the clothing and fox's fur, but as always it is impressive.
"Amazing like usual." Johan says, working on his own clay statue for fun. He doesn't take art classes anymore, having taken all the ones he wanted last year, but he still
This is not art! Ch.1Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.This is not art! Ch.13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is not art!
Chapter One: Childhood Love
Johan Oxenstierna is twenty and has held onto the ideal of his first crush for ten of those years. A few days after his tenth birthday Johan's fathers brought him to the Swiss Alps. Here he met his future wife. Well, at least he hopes it is his future wife. She was absolutely beautiful, standing with her two fathers, her long braids blowing in the cold wind. Her name was Alexis and she was perfect. They spent the whole month together playing and talking, bonding over their love of arts.
After that month when both returned to their homes Alexis agreed to go to an English college to reunite with Johan in ten years, when she graduated. Today is the start of the new semester, the start of the tenth year since that day. Johan is excited, of course, and doesn't even pay much attention to the dorms
This is not art! ch.7 :FINAL:This Is Not Art!This is not art! ch.7 :FINAL:3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Seven: Acceptance
Johan pulls away from the kiss and looks down to Alexis' surprised expression. "U-um sorry about that "
"Do it again." Alexis says, moving closer. "Kiss me again."
A deep shade of red tints Johan's cheeks as he moves back. "M-maybe wh-when we're alone " He stutters out before taking his hand. "Let's go eat now."
"I love you." Alexis whispers, receiving no awkward responses from Johan, or even a scolding, just a light squeeze of his hand.
"Come on." Johan mumbles, walking faster now to the restaurant.
"Someone's anxious." The smaller teen teases before catching a glimpse of Johan's flustered expression and deciding to keep quiet. They go the rest of the way in a tense silence, only broken when they arrive and speak to the waiter.
"Th-this place is even nicer than I thought " Johan mumbles, staring at the restaurant menu intensely in an attempt to ignore the fireplace, candles, and roses at the table.
"It's very romantic
This is not art! Ch.2Kugelmugel: Alexis... Niko Niko Republic: KaoruThis is not art! Ch.23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ladonia: Johan... Hutt River: Noah
Wy: Rae ...Norther Cyprus: Xever
Seborga:Marcello ...Molossia: Michael
This is not art!
Chapter Two: Snapping
It's been a few days since Johan's first love turned out to be a guy, but to him it feels like years. Every day with Alexis seems to drag on. Maybe because of the looks he will give Johan. Those expecting, yet strangely vacant, looks. Today is going to be different though, he's going to be hanging out with his friends and not see Alexis for the first time since they moved in. It will be great.
"I'm not coming back til later tonight." Johan says and Alexis nods, staring at his sketchbook and drawing.
"I might stay at Peter's tonight."
"You don't get along with Peter enough to stay the night." Alexis points out and Johan sighs.
"Ugh why did I have to tell you everything about me?" He mumbles in distas
This is not art! Ch.5This is Not ArtThis is not art! Ch.53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Five: One step forward
The movie has been on for a good twenty minutes now, the pizza is all gone, and already Johan is squeezing the hell out of Alexis' hand. Sure, his hand hurts like hell, but it will go away soon. Besides, it's worth it to see Johan leaning on him when scared. It suddenly makes sense to him why men insist on bringing women to scary things.
"Oh look she's putting her hands in the garbage disposal who knew they were around so long ago?" Alexis mumbles as the woman's hands are devoured by the electric device and Johan tenses up.
"H-how are you so calm about that? THIS IS INSANE! HOW COULD SHE SO CASUALLY DO THAT?" Johan yells and Alexis looks at him curiously.
"Huh? What do you mean? She's crazy, it's only natural." Alexis answers and Johan twitches.
"You worry me." Johan says, making Alexis smile.
"You're cute." He replies, ignoring the statement. A
This is not art! Ch.4This is Not Art!This is not art! Ch.43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Four: Slowly Falling
Johan sighs in exhaustion. The other week he decided to watch movies with Alexis. He thought he was safe with choosing non-romantic movies, one of which was Sweeny Todd. Boy was he wrong. Since that day he KNOWS he can hear Alexis, under his breath, singing 'I feel you Johanna' with a little amendment to the name. So now, not only does he have to deal with Alexis' love but now he has to put up with the boy singing a stalker song to him.
"You look annoyed again, Johan." Alexis observes from his bed on the other side of the room. "You need to take it easy, stress is bad in school."
Johan glares at the typical blank-expression on Alexis' face. "Sometimes I wonder if there's anything he's passionate about aside from art " He mumbles to himself and Alexis looks over to him.
"You're talking to yourself out loud again, Johan. It's creepy."
"No creepier than you singing stalker songs ab
A New Fairy Tale (Chapter One)A New Fairy Tale (Chapter One)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Araa, wake up dear.” The voice called. The young girl simply squirmed deeper into her sheets and tried to block out the sound. “Araa, I’m not going to call you again.” Araa, of course, doubted this very much. Knowing her mother, she would call at least two more times before she came upstairs and personally pulled Araa out of bed by the strands of her long reddish brown hair. With that said, Araa also knew that it was best to simply do as her mother said rather than push her…may that be a word of advice to all children.
“Alright, mother!” Araa shouted back. “I’m getting up!” Araa rolled out of bed and placed her feet on the floor, trying to wipe the sleep from her eyes. The window across the room allowed the sun to shine in all of its glorious light. It blinded Araa for a moment, but she recovered and scrambled to her feet. She stumbled across the wooden floor and stopped in front of a mirror by the wall. She looked at
SandcastlesI love sandcastles. Not small little ones that people didn't put much effort in. Ones with moats and seashells decorating them are the ones I love. The reason? It is because you get sand down in your fingernails not to mention the rest of your body. You always end up taking hours trying to find the perfect seashells and then you carefully take your finger to make doors and windows. Then high tide comes in and washes it all away until it is just sand again. That's the best part though. Even though it is not there anymore, even though your hard work is probably on the bottom of the ocean floor it still is the best step for me. Why? Because it is just like life. If you work hard and aren't just a lump of sand even after high tide has washed you away you will be remembered. So take hours finding seashells. Don't be afraid to get dirty. You do want to be remembered, don't you?Sandcastles2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Good-ByeTime has gone, time has past.Good-Bye2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lovers made, lovers lost.
Beauty gone, through all I've seen
Moments made, in soft seam.
Journey travailed, though and through
No more time, for me and you.
Seasons where, I wish I could
Hold your hand, like we would.
Friends I've lost, ones I've gained
Nights where, my eyes rained.
Holding hands, where lovers slept
Remember now, just how we met.
Want more time, the clock is on
Turn it off, no more gong.
Seconds zoomed, minutes faded
All this time, never wasted.
So many things, can happen now
I think it's time, just take a bow.
All in all, it's been fun
You and I, the show is done.
Glad we've played, it's all won
Time for us, to just move on.
50 Things Sebastian Cannot Do1. When awakening the young master I cannot greet him by saying, "Good morning sir, I hope I wasn't too rough." He doesn't like it no matter how amusing his reaction.50 Things Sebastian Cannot Do3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. If the young master inquires as to whom is at the door I may not respond 'The black market.' Calming the young master from panic attacks aren't the most enjoyable of things.
3. The household help are to be treated as people, not like the incompetant morons they are.
4. Spitting in earl grey tea is bad, no matter what the young earl himself has thrown at my head that morning.
5. Cats are not permitted to be in the house.
6. Or in my room.
7. Especially not my room or the wardrobe in my room.
8. No cats anywhere except for outside (even still I must hide them!).
9. I may be a demon but that is no exucse for many reasons.
10. One of which being to scare the household help.
11. Offering contracts just to kill Finny is prohibited.
12. If Mey-Rin tries to rape me in my sleep I am permitted to hit her twice but no more.
Family Life chat dialogue episode 1 fullangels: -throws mushrooms at Mari- Attack, my minions!Family Life chat dialogue episode 1 full3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
[8:36 PM] angels: ...-makes my mushroombabies attack Mari-
[8:37 PM] angels: Btw, one of my nickanmes is neon mushroom. XD
[8:37 PM] sadielizyy: lol
[8:37 PM] sadielizyy: i call you punky
[8:37 PM] macmari left the room.
[8:38 PM] angels: Attack Mari, my little color changing mushro-
[8:38 PM] angels: Dang it.
[8:38 PM] guest-277473 entered the room.
[8:38 PM] guest-277473 changed nickname to macmari
[8:39 PM] macmari: Lenalee defends me.
[8:39 PM] angels: I dunno XD
[8:39 PM] angels: ATTACK MARI, MY LITTLE COLOR CHANGING MUSHROOMS!
[8:40 PM] macmari: Lenalle: I'll defend you Mari!
[8:40 PM] macmari: ooc: Thank you Lenalee.
[8:40 PM] angels: mushroom 1:glompattack Mari
[8:40 PM] macmari: Lenalee stomps on the mushrooms and destroys them.
[8:41 PM] angels: mushroom 2: Nooo! My brother!
[8:41 PM] sadielizyy: lol lenalee for the win
[8:41 PM] angels: But I'm a mushroom too. ;^;
[8:41 PM] angels: You destroyed my babies~
[8:41 PM] ange
The GoddessWhen she walks her hips sway like a hypnotist's watchThe Goddess3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All the men stare and follow her lure wherever she goes
When she turns to them her perky breasts call out
Instincts take over, friends become foes before her
The men tustle to get their chance with the goddess
Standing before her gaze they see wanton eyes
Her lush lips say hello and ask their names
The men tell her all about themselves
There is little truth to the stories they tell
They must stand out above their rivals
They must taste her sex appeal
They must continue talking
They ask her nothing of herself
They feel they've seen all she has to offer
They'll never really know what's held within her body
That the heart behind her bosom is filled with love and poetry
Ib Fanmade Story - Together, Forever [After Story]Ib Fanmade Story - Together, Forever [After Story]3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hey, Ib! We're here now. We can't be late for class!" Mary said as she tapped Ib's shoulder, waking Ib up from her daydreaming as she looked out the window. Ib has been spacing out a lot lately. It was going on for the past few weeks. She didn't talk as much, like how she used to. She didn't seem to want to talk to anyone. Not even to Mary. All she's said were simple replies like "yes" and "no".
Ib and Mary arrived at class the moment the bell rang. Class began with the first period, like how every day did. Ib took out her notebook and opened it to a blank page. All the previous pages were filled with words and drawings of things no one would expect Ib to write or draw. It had a man with a tattered coat, roses, paintings, vases, macaroons, and statues in dresses. The day proceeded normally, like how every day did.
Ib and Mary got home and greet their parents. Ib skipped that night's dinner again and got ready to go to bed. Lying in bed, Ib stared at the ceiling with an expression of a
Zelda TP- The Big FightIt all started out as a normal day at school. Everybody kept to his schedule and nothing unusual had happened. The twelve-year-olds were in Introduction to Magic, the class just before lunch period. As such, their minds weren’t really on their lessons; they were too busy thinking about how hungry they were.Zelda TP- The Big Fight2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Two boys, seated at the front of the classroom, had decided to change the color of each other’s book bags without attracting their teacher’s notice. One of them was small, thin, and reserved; his tablemate, who also happened to be his best friend, was more athletically built and outgoing. It had been his idea to experiment on the bags.
“Hey, Zant, look! I almost got yours to turn maroon!” the athletic one whispered.
“I think that’s just the shadow from the table, Caasi,” murmured the quiet one in reply.
“Now shush! He’s looking at us!”
‘He’ was Faheem, their teacher. It was his job to keep the two boys fro
Taylor Swift...I should've said noTaylor Swift...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you asked me if I'm okay.
But I had to lie to myself
When you apologized
Because I couldn't help but think
You're not sorry.
You didn't know
That you're the reason
For the teardrops on my guitar.
You'll be just another
Picture to burn.
And you'll never know
The way I loved you.
I thought you would come riding
Your white horse
To save me from
This love story
That is oh so complicated.
Is it just because I'm fifteen?
Please tell me why
All this happens to me.
I wish these
Things would change.
But no, they just make me
Thinking we'd last
Forever and always.
I hate remembering those
Christmases when you were mine.
When I think of them
I cannot breathe
Because I think of how
I hate to live
Without my superstar.
When you were by my side
I was fearless.
But now you're gone,
And I'm invisible to you.
You broke a perfectly good heart
Who just wanted
A place in this world.
. .أترُكيني. .4 years ago in Letters More Like This
. . . . . لاآاآاآ تأرقيني بها
كفاها , ,
, , تلك الأيآآم يتماً
من " سعادة " تركت لها ذكرى جديده ؟؟!
في حزن عجزت تلك الأيام من تحمله , '
أتركيها , '
فلتدمع عيناها .,
فالتنوح شفتيها . ,
Taylor SwiftTaylor Swift is on that stageTaylor Swift5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I could do
Singing like an angel
Playing a shining guitar
Taylor Swift is writing songs
I wish for
Singing them like an angel
Playing a shining guitar
I tell myself
Maybe I'll get that someday
A love without a heartbreak
And a smile to show me
How everything turns alright
Cotton Candy - CigarettesTo care for a friendship that may not be.Cotton Candy - Cigarettes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pluck pretty pink and soft honeysuckle,
tying it together through weaving veins
of yellow hummingbirds and beautiful silver crickets.
Showering a gentle love as though it woke with glistening eyes
A shoulder raised against questions arising through running snot
Tender touches with bronzed light that are no more than
What they had when they were young
Too young to know what a friendship really was
Whisper secrets that are known how to be kept
cotton candy and cigarettes
A rose colored travelers trunk full of a ferris wheel memory
Against a star filled sky
Beyond neon lights
Slow Sunday mornings
with giant white coffee mugs
bowls full of creamer
and lovely laughter
Full of life and fun
covered in honey and mirth.