Ode to a Knucklehead -Part 2-"THE FRONTIER FORMAL?!" Osaka cried.
"THREE WEEKS?!" Kagura screeched.
"THE PENINSULA HOTEL?!" Tomo howled.
Chiyo-chan stared in fear at her three shocked classmates with wide eyes. She had never even considered that the infamous Knuckleheads would react in such a frightening way. The small girl was at a total loss of words.
"Would you three quit scaring Chiyo-chan?!" Yomi retorted. She knelt to Chiyo-chan's height and patted her head. "Just because you guys are jealous doesn't mean that you have the right to take it out on everybody else!"
"But it's the biggest shindig in Japan!" Osaka whined.
"Yeah, how could we not be jealous?" Kagura agreed.
"We are NOT jealous!" Tomo piped up. "Think about it: if Chiyo-chan is going, that means, not just us, but everyone else in the whole school will be missing out! Right, Yomi?"
"Actually, the Mauville Gym Leader, Wattson, is my grandfather, so I'm going too." Yomi concurred.
After a moment of silence, Tomo lowered her head a
FaggotFaggot4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
My body shakes and shivers. It trembles with every tender touch of your supple hands. Stroking every spot and tracing every curve. Breath fills the air. I'm panting and crying. Fearful. I hear a growling voice. Enveloping every soft moan that fills my ear. Your hands gently caress my face. I come closer yearning to taste your lips. The feel on my skin is now rough and ghastly. Caresses turn into tugging and pulling. So hard. My skin is ripping. I stare at the coarse texture of the rope, contrasting the smooth feel of your lips against mine. I taste you. But it transforms into a nauseating taste of blood in my mouth. Your lips reach down to my neck. Teasing my soft spots. I feel it becoming forceful. Strings piercing through my delicate face. The rope now encircles me. Fearful. I turn you over sliding my hands across your back. My body against yours. I feel empowered. My hand is slipping away. Tied behind my back. Stripped from all power. My breathing weakens. I lay my feeble head again
Ger x Fem!Ita- The Past Is What Makes UsHetalia One ShotGer x Fem!Ita- The Past Is What Makes Us3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Germany will never forget the day he met her. That crazy, totally oblivious girl. He looked over at her as she looked over the cliff at the ocean. She looked back at him and smiled, her curl bouncing slightly at the movement.
-2 years ago-
Germany looked around the forest, clutching a stick in his hand. He was supposed to be looking for a descendant of the great Roman Empire. All he saw were trees. He growled under his breath. He'd been here for three days looking for the person. Accidentally tightening his grip on the stick he heard it snap and looked down. He sighed and looked at the stick, finally letting it fall to the ground. He walked some more after picking up a new stick. He paused as he saw what was in front of him.
The box read "Tomatoes" and he looked at it cautiously. It must be a trap, he thought and tapped the box lightly with his stick.
"AAH!" it said and he looked down at it.
"I mean, I'm the box of tomatoes fairy. Don't open the box!" Of co
Germany X fem Italy Oneshot: PromFour letters. One word.Germany X fem Italy Oneshot: Prom3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That's the only thought that could come to Ludwig's mind as he sat in the middle of gym filled with colorful decorations, lights, and music. Every other teenager appeared to be having a good time as they talked, danced, and drank with other students. Ludwig, however, had a different mind set. He wasn't focused on the gym, the scenery, or even having a good time
He was focusing all of his attention on a certain someone. And that someone happened to be Alice.
He watched from a distance as Alice laughed with a group of her friends. She looked beautiful in her blue prom dress.
"That could be me," he thought to himself, "I could be laughing with Alice right now "
And although his heart told him to go, his body refused to move and Ludwig could do nothing but sit silently in his seat.
He watched nicely-dressed couples walk by hand in hand. He imagined himself holding Alice's hand, both of them smiling at each other with their faces tinted pink.
.:APH:. Strong, Not Fireproof EpilogueIn the hospital, a different story was unfolding. Germany was not faring well at all. He was very thin and he could not see at all. Italy, Romano, and even Prussia were in the room with him. Germany was holding on to Italy as if it would mean his death if he let go... which it probably would..:APH:. Strong, Not Fireproof Epilogue2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was impossible to get Italy to move from Germany's side. With each fading breath of Germany's Italy would tremble as if he was praying for some miracle to occur. Prussia had managed to get away from Russia for a short time and stood close to his brother's bed. "Damn it, West..." he swore, trying to hide his tears.
Germany opened his glassy eyes, which had turned white because of his condition. "Bruder... I am so sorry..." ?He closed his blind eyes again from exhaustion. ?"I've failed... I failed the boss, I failed my people, I failed my friends, my bruder..." he said hoarsely.
Prussia tried to smile with bravado but the strong front was made useless by the tears sliding down his face. "D-Do