Canada X Reader X 2p! Canada ~Chapter 2~Canada X Reader X 2p! Canada ~Chapter 2~3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Matthew paced back and forth in his living room. That hour felt like an eternity, but finally there was a knock at the door. He opened the door and an angry Brit was standing in front of him.
"I don't understand why you wanted me to come over so bloody late, and with my magic at that," he complained while wiping off the snow on his shoulders.
"I-I'm sorry Arthur...." he apologized quietly. Arthur sighed and set down his supplies on a table.
"Don't worry Matthew, I'm just a little crabby from the snow, that's all...so why DO you want to use my magic?" he questioned, raising one of his bushy eyebrows. Matthew let out a sad sigh.
"It's because I want to change....."
"Change? Into a unicorn or something?" Arthur seemed puzzled.
"N-No! That's not what I mean! I want to change my personality....." he mumbled.
"Personality? You don't need my magic for that!" Arthur huffed.
"But I do......[_____] wants me to be tougher but I just.....I just can't..." he sadly stated. Arthur put a hand on his s
Analyzing the 2ps! ~Prussia~Analyzing the 2ps! ~Prussia~ 2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Analyzing the 2ps! ~Prussia~
This awesome bastard is my favourite. He's simply awesome. Okay, i fangirled enough on lemons with him (yes, a pervert I am). Now let's start. I'm going to tell you from the start that I don't like yaoi so don't expect anything about yaoi pairings with him. Or any kind of pairing. I like my favourite character single (FFFFFFFREEEEEEEAAAAK!!!! ).
I'm going to start off with his psychological traits. Prussia has, despite being my favourite character, a very arrogant attitude (to me, that's a plus) and also a world-size ego; not to mention his loudness. Therefore, his 2p! counterpart should have a rather respectful and shy attitude, a very low self-esteem and calmness.
You guys know how we, the hetalian fangirls like to believe that all of the guys from the Bad Touch Trio are either perverts, rapists or pedophiles (hell, even I like to believe that), right? Well, sorry to disappoint you, but they are actua
BrothersCanada had worn short sleeves today. It was the world meeting, and he had finally gotten desperate to be seen. He had left Kujimirou at home, he hadn't wanted any blood to get on the bear's fur, but now he wished he had brought him, if only for a bit of comfort. Even if the bear couldn't remember who he was, at least he saw Canada. Which was more than anyone else did.Brothers3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He could have sworn England had seen the cuts; he had been staring at his wrists. But he didn't say anything, and Canada felt the cold void that seemed to surround him, cutting him away from the rest of the world grow a little larger. Canada fondly remembered the days when his father had seen him, when he would talk to him.
But these days he could disappear from the world entirely, and he probably wouldn't be missed. He could probably have let himself bleed to death in the bathroom last night, and no one would have noticed anything different.
Canada put his feet on the chair, hugging his legs tightly, tears stinging as th
Sherlock in the Tardis FanficSherlock in the Tardis Fanfic4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sherlock in the Tardis
John almost walked straight into it. A blue box. Right there in the middle of the street. No one seemed to find it odd and John didn't even seem to have been aware of it, before he crashed his nose into it. Even now, when he finally saw it, he didn't seem all that interested. He scowled at the box for having stood in his way and then walked over to the edge of the street, planning to get a cab.
Sherlock however had lost all interest in the case Lestrade had brought to their attention. Certainly, a severed foot sounded intriguing enough, but there was something about this blue box that was even more interesting than detached limbs.
Sherlock circled it. A police box, as he'd expected. He recognised the old design, though he wasn't sure where his mind had collected that particular piece of useless data. He blamed John, since meeting him, Sherlock's mind was being force fed useless information every day. He had no desire to know who the contestants of
Madder Than Hatter 1Madder Than Hatter 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"But I want you to stay here with me~ Please, Francis?" Arthur whined. "Drink more tea with me and then... We can play~"
"Non. I have work to do! But a warning, mon cher~" Francis said, leaning over. He pressed a knife to his lover's throat. "You belong to me."
"Mmm~ Of course, love~ Stay with me~"
"Bugger " England looked into his tea cup sadly, his pointed teething showing as his mouth was opened a little bit. "I didn't want you to leave "
In the tea, he could see his blue and pink eyes looking back at him. Why did Francis always have work? He should be with him and they should always be in eachothers' arms... Oh, how delightful! Giggling to himself, he poured more tea and added seven sugars. He drank it while trolling his knife around.
"I love tea! I love tea! I love Francis and tea! Whee! Hahahah!" England laughed. "But Francis doesn't love me He loves someone else "
Suddenly heart-broken, he smashed the tea cup against the wall. Now angry, he st
Happy Canada Day, Mattie! CanadaXReaderHappy Canada Day, Mattie! CanadaXReader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The pointless world meeting had finally ended and everyone was starting to file out of the room. I come up behind England's chair to ask him a question.
"E-er... Hello, England," I started, trying to get the British country's attention, "It's my birthday today... Did you know?"
"Did you hear something, Mr. Unicorn?" he asked what seemed to be the air. He left, conversing with his imaginary friends, before I could say anything else. That left me in the meeting room with only a few other countries. I sighed. This was the norm for me. No one notices me, maybe because my older brother is America... Well, there was one person...
"Mattieeeeee~" sang (Name), the personification of (Country), and the only one who notices me besides Alfred and Francis. She starts running to me from the other side of the meeting room, beautiful (h/c) hair flying out behind her. I had just gotten that thought through my head when she tackle hugged me. Luckily, I cou
I'm BreathingI faded out like a smoking gun,I'm Breathing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With an empty bottle by my side,
For a while my story was done,
Is there some reason I'm alive?
Angelic beings pulled at my hands,
The devil screamed things in my ear,
Both sides seemed to have their own plans,
But somehow I wound up back here.
Nobody thought that I'd return,
Who could have guessed I'd stun a nurse,
I've been given time to live and learn,
I'm lucky things didn't turn out worse.
Few come to life after greeting death,
It's nice to think there is a reason,
Each day I live now steals my breath,
Now every day is a different season.
Nobody really knows why I'm still here,
They honestly thought I was leaving,
Perhaps the answers I seek will appear,
I'll search for them while I'm still breathing.
Hell...o...hello~ part 13h-hello...Hell...o...hello~ part 134 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I made my master really mad at me... I shouldn't listen this 'voices'... He wasn't pleased when he saw that I murdered two of his favorite guards... He said I staying here for long, long time... I don't want it... I'm so scared...
what's happening with me?
p-please, let me out...
I won't do anything bad anymore, please, I don't want be here... This place is scary... here is so dark... and cold... and here I hear this 'voices' the most... I want go to my brother... I feel safer when he is with me... I hate this castle...
...I hate you Lord Lucifer...
Hell...O...Hello~ part 7hiiiiiellllloooooo~Hell...O...Hello~ part 75 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I ammmm liiiitle gooooood boyiiiiiiiiiii...
taaaaaakeeee meeee ouuuuuuttttoooooffffffff heeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr-rrre...
rrrrrrr.... rrrrr... rrrrrrrrrr...
ma-masterrrrrr! Come hhhhhhhhiiiiiiiere!!!
youuuu don't looooooove me~? AHAHAHAHA~?
bleeding ink-throats_c.I'm forgetting how to pump these rotting thoughts through my grasping, skeletal fingertips. I'm a well run dry and the only thing left is the bucket at my feet, cracked and aging; blank, broken pages with nothing left to say. And all my body's wishing for is a way to spell the words that will write you back into my arms. Because you're a thousand miles and a million wishes away and I'm starting to believe I've just got no words left to say.bleeding ink-throats_c.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I am bleeding syllables and pulling phrases from between my teeth, but they're broken and empty. I know if I breathe my poisoned sorrow into your mouth, your lips will dry and your flesh will crack and the beauty of your wordless joy will turn vile with the hopelessness of my wordy existence. Perhaps we should live in silence and bury my words under the porch. Perhaps we should turn our cheeks to the strung-together sentences of my questions. Perhaps we should just run into muted existence and forget how with each separate vowel, I am digging up
CEO!Canada x Secratary!Reader for PikachuPanda You walked up to your desk and logged on to your computer so you could manage some stupid invoices. You had a love-hate relationship with your job. You hated your job but loved your supervisor. Yes, yes it was completely taboo...you knew that. Which is why you never act upon your feelings.CEO!Canada x Secratary!Reader for PikachuPanda3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Good morning, _____."
Your head snapped up to the face that you were just thinking about. You forced a sweet smile.
"Good morning, Mr. Williams," You replied sweetly.
"Did you get those files I needed?"
You nodded and handed him a stack of files and papers. Then turn back to your c
Lovely AnneI once met a girl named AnneLovely Anne3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and what a lovely girl was she.
She sat in corners and talked
and talked when no one listened.
While lovely Anne was so lovely
no one went near lovely Anne
and her never-ending talking.
Lovely Anne with black hair
and dark skin. Never listened
to the voice of society.
Lovely Anne talked of a world
so unlike our own.
No one went near her,
but everyone listened
to the thoughts of a wonderful world.
Lovely Anne lived in a world
where the clocks struck thirteen
where everyone loved
where everyone smiled
and tears were never shed.
The walls and floors
objects and papers
that she talked to day and night
held to her words
and wished for her world.
Poor Lovely Anne had no friends.
But lived in a world that was entirely her own.
Lovely Anne who never left her world
and thought reality was imaginary.
extinction"when's the right age to start having sex?"extinction4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"but we need to reproduce to stay alive!"
'then what happens to us?"
Drawing FAQDrawing FAQ4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
EDIT: This is REALLY LONG, so feel free to search for the question you want answered by hitting Ctrl+F to bring up your browser's search function. Any and all insults contained herein are for comedic purposes only (except when I'm addressing excessively stupid people, in which case, they started it. I find ignorance offensive. Even my own). If it helps, I get tired of being cruel about a quarter of the way in, and although I'm still quite sarcastic after that, I'm at least informative. You may have better luck just looking at my tutorials. More pictures, less sarcasm.
My Drawing FAQ AKA The Long-Winded Philosophy Of Pencil Drawings
Q. Can I ask you a quick question?
A. I guess, but make it snappy. I'm pretty busy.
Q. You're just sitting there... and spinning around in your swivel chair.
A. That is not true! I'm also trying to balance a pencil on my lip. Anyway, what may be perceived as staring slack-jawed into space, or gawking at screenc
On my way homeBy Romy LaraOn my way home3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I exit the studio, sighing at the sight of the sun quietly hiding behind the trees and buildings. Turn to the right and keep walking. Cars are passing by, people in black suits get out from the nearest buildings; none of them care about their surroundings. I lift up my head and notice in big steel-letters the name of the company that owns that peculiar orange building in the corner of the street. It's the first time I see it. The sky is painted blue with some dabs of gray, just as if somehow the color of the concrete street had been absorbed by the clouds.
Behind me there's a couple discussing something about a house. She doesn't sound happy. And he's just getting mad. She shouts and speeds up, him trying to catch up with her, but it's futile. She is a very good runner despite her heels. The man glances at me. I toy with the white cable of my earphones and pretend I didn't hear anything. I pass him. He just stands there. I wonder what would he do now. But I have no time to
Insane (Jeff The Killer ~ Reader)Walls. Gowns. Syringes. Face masks. Lights. Gloves. Doctors.Insane (Jeff The Killer ~ Reader)2 years ago in Horror More Like This
The white walls they describe as innocent don't seem so pure anymore. Well, the ones in the back hall, at least. I cringed, remembering the metallic smell and the crimson stained walls. Why was I here again? I've been trapped in this hell hole since what? Age 12? I don't know. But it sucks. I'm the only subject, the only one in this big, scary place.
I've been alone for five years. Five. My foster parents said they saw an ' insane glint in my eyes' and gave me up to these fucks. They always say I'm not alone, because "Doctors are my friends". No, I want someone who I can talk to without falling into deep conversation about the human brain. Just then, the door opened. I could hear shuffling coming closer and closer to me.
"Hello, Subject B-23" The main doctor, Doctor Paolo, greeted. I scrowled. They seem to forget my name.
"My name is _______. ________. Stop calling me 'Subject'!" I
I'm Bitchin Awesome! Fem!PrussiaXMale!HungaryI'm Bitchin Awesome! Fem!PrussiaXMale!Hungary3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Prussia, why do you think you're so much better then everyone?!" Hungary yelled at the Prussian woman. Prussia only smirked. That was exactly what she wanted him to ask.
"Vell you see, crapvad..." She started off, "It is simply because...I'M BITCHIN AWESOME!" She shouted. Hungary only looked at her with a look of annoyance.
"And what makes you so damn awesome?" He asked her.
Prussia actually had to stop and think about it. Really...what did make her awesome?
"Mein awesome boobies, mein German beer blood, and mein Gilbird!" She shouted. Hungary sighed. He knew there was no way he could get past Prussia's obnoxiousness...unless...
Prussia's face heated up red as Hungary kissed her cheek. "Yeah, because you're bitchin awesome."
The Words I Didn't MeanThe Words I Didn't Mean3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Words I Didn't Mean
Your last steps seemed to echo
While I watched you walk away
You're leaving me in our love's shadow
And all I can feel is a piece of me break away
The shock starts to sink in
Every pore is conquered
A fissure begins within
I'm torn asunder
Liquid memories drip from my face
My heart will always remember this kind of pain
The love that was shown on this day will remain in vain
I didn't know how much passion could weigh
Or the damage it could do when it betrays
Fused with the words that I never even wanted to say
Compassionless by nature / A lonesome torture
Unloved by liars / Sought by manipulators
Breathing in shards / Tearing out hearts
Caught off-guard / Soul is scarred
The regrets won't let me breathe
The thick tears protect me from what I don't want to see
This fresh wound over my chest is where your place used to be
Pathetically rooted by my knees
I reach for you through the debris
Even though there's no one who can salvage me
Disturbing the PeaceWomen in corsetsDisturbing the Peace3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
disturb the peace.
50 Things I Cannot Do To....... JAPAN1. I mustn't hug Japan50 Things I Cannot Do To....... JAPAN3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2. Because he is over-protective over his body
3. Unlike France
4. I also mustn't hug Japan because that would mean I am taking his first hug
5. He has never hugged anyone before
6. That means he hasn't been loved
7. I could love him...
8. But I'm not allowed to
9. Because he is over-protected over his body
10. Unless you're China
11. But I'm not China
12. I'm not allowed to put Japan on a salt-free diet
13. I'm not allowed to take away his sardines
14. Or eat snails in front of him
15. Because he would freak
16. I mustn't explain to him the "free body culture"
17. He would freak
18. I mustn't wear skimpy clothing near him
19. He would freak
20. But I can show him yaoi/yuri/hentai
21. Because he likes that
23. I mustn't tell him what Switzerland is really like
24. Because it doesn't involve goats
25. Or singing
26. Or mountains
27. Or traditional costumes
28. And he would be disappointed.
29. I mustn't paint his Mount Fuji red
30. I mustn't complain that his larg
I'm here for youI'm here for you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know it hurts for I've felt your pain
You want to give up
and let the enemies erase you
So I'm telling you now
That your life isn't over
There's still a chance to find happiness
and to have a smile
There's many who feel the same as you do
and I'm sure you know that is true
But did you know that I'm one of those people
who wishes they'd disappear?
I plaster a smile on my face around you
and everyone else
But inside it's cold and dark
and taken over by misery
So I'm telling you now
that all my words are true
I want to be the one
you run to when you're scared
I want to be the shoulder to cry on
when your broken down and alone
I'm always there for you with arms opened wide
please don't over look me now
I'll gladly push all my pain far away
if it would help you recover
And if all you need is a hug
then I'll hug you tight and not say a word
All I'm saying is you're not alone
I'm right here for you whenever you need me
I'm your friend
Once upon a tragedyOnce upon a tragedy2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Once upon a time I wanted to die
I would hide in my room and cry and cry
No one ever noticed and no one would ask
And if they ever did I would put on a mask
It started a few years back when they got a divorce
My parents did split with both yelling and force
I was left alone and told to go play
But how could I lie and tell them okay
I was only a child, but not anymore
The year I was four is no more
Now I am considered a beautiful young lady
But looking in the mirror I no longer see Katie
What I see is the scars left behind
From a girl once little, perfect, and kind
I fight with myself every single day
I cannot win, and my body’s gone astray
When did I start cutting? I said I never will
When did I start cursing? Or start popping pills?
I must have stopped eating or something else is wrong
Dear God please can you help me, where do I belong?
My ribs jut from my waist
And is that blood I taste?
How do they not notice? Why do they look away?
Why do I always smile and tell them I’