A Boy Meets a Girl
A boy meets a girl
But you know that already
Though what happens beyond
When the love gets unsteady?
When doubt settles in
And fear becomes present
Sadness is born
And things turn unpleasant
Unhappiness bends to hate
Then anger emerges
What once was beautiful
Is now destroyed by strong surges
Two forces collide
On the battlefield
Until walls are burned down
And the weapons repealed
There's more than one ending,
To this "love" story
Option one is devastation
Option two's not so gory
But instead is true love
Found in the ashes of sin
A force that won't ever
Be broken again
So remember this tale
As you live your life
That through all of the pain
And all the strife
A bond can be made
One which will never fail
But only if you forgive
Or else your heart will stay frail
But if all is reconciled
Then your love is now stronger
You can look to the future
And last eternally or longer
Then you can think to yourself
"We built this together
And we can stay in each other's arms
Forever and ever"
SwitzerlandxReader: The Cuckoo ClockSwitzerlandxReader: The Cuckoo Clock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There you were, shivering in a lonely, dark alley.
"It's unusually cold tonight." you thought to yourself.
You were clothed in only a tattered, (f/c) colored dress, and simple brown flats. You clutched the one remaining thing that you held dear in your life. It was a small, Swiss chalet cuckoo clock. The clock was simply carved, depicting a quaint looking cottage-like house. Whenever it would strike a full or half hour, a little bird would appear out of a small trap door on the face of the clock and a little tune would emit from the clock. The sight of the little bird and the sound of the melody would trigger a flashback, which contained many good memories and also, one large depressing memory.
The memories began when your family had just recently moved to Switzerland.
"_______" your mother spoke to awaken you.
It was the morning of your 6th birthday.
You yawned as you awoke, rubbing your (e/c) colored eyes cutely.
"Yes, mother?" you spoke
SwitzerlandxReader "I-I'm sorry Switzerland!!" Italy yelled as Switzerland pulled the trigger again, missing his feet by a matter of inches,"P-please! I-I need to talk to Germany!"SwitzerlandxReader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Man up!" Switzerland yelled to him,"Or I'll beat you with my peace prize!" He watched as Italy bolted out of his sight.
Putting the barrel of the shotgun down, he sighed,'That idiot.' He turned his gaze over to his home,'I hope I didn't wake Liechtenstein up.' He made his way back to the small home that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere on a beautiful plain.
But something seemed different, like something would change tonight. He pushed the thought aside and entered into his warm little home, laying the rifle by the doorway on its side,'If that idiot comes back, I'm blowing his brains out.'
You made your way through the little town of which you lived for so long in. It was so peaceful, so charming. Yes, you were completely new in this country but you looked at the positiv
SwitzerlandxReaderYou tossed and turned on your bed, feeling as though your whole room was a toaster oven. You slowly sat up, looking out the window. You sighed. It was raining hard outside. Naturally you'd love the rain, and you'd love to go out there and jump in each puddle, but you were terribly sick and Liechtenstein didn't let you out of her house because of this.SwitzerlandxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You closed the curtain, not wanting to look outside at the gloomy sky. You laid back down on you back, feeling as though you would pass out if you didn't.
"Big broder?" Liechtenstein called to her beloved older brother, Switzerland.
He turned to her. "Yes? What is it?"
She held up a small mug of tea. "Will you take this to, _____?"
He blushed at your name. "Why can't you do it?"
"I'm busy making chicken soup for her..."
Switzerland hesitated but soon took the mug in his hands. "Alright..."
He walked down the hall, careful not to drop the tea. Once he reached your door he lightly knocked on it.
"_____, may I come
SwitzerlandXReader: Sweeter then chocolateSwitzerlandXReaderSwitzerlandXReader: Sweeter then chocolate3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sweeter then chocolate
And here it was. Valentines Day the single most worst holiday ever invented. You had never had a boyfriend, or even somebody remotely close to a boyfriend on this day, and you always found yourself dreading it coming. This year was no different, and of course it had to fall on a school day. 'Just have to go and add insult to injury dontcha' calendar?' you thought bitterly as you made your way through the front doors of your school. You knew that the other girls were going to pick on you for not having a boyfriend, because that's all high school girls seem to think about, and you really didn't want to deal with that today.
You looked around and saw all sorts of happy couples standing around in each others arms. The smell of chocolate and various other candies was in the air, mixed with pink
EnglandxReader-The Cafe in the City of WestminsterEnglandxReader-The Cafe in the City of Westminster3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
*Update* I separated the story into paragraphs. Please let me know if I did it right or not. Thank you
Rating: T just because of kissing and mild swear words. x3 Nothing extreme though.
It was a cool winter morning, you had just recently moved to London, England so you could live in a big city for a change. You had always lived in small towns, and quite frankly hated all of them. Your love of British food had brought you to work in a small café right in the center of the City of Westminster. You worked as a waitress, and received just enough salary to pay for your small apartment and main necessities.
On this particularly busy morning you hustled and bustled, rushing out all sorts of English breakfast items to hungry customers. A man wearing a black suit and dark sunglasses with tousled blonde hair and quite bushy eyebrows walked in, but you, so busy with your work, didn't notice him in the slightest. The man gave off an impatient aura and sat himself instead of waiting for a w
SwitzerlandxReaderYou really had no idea what you were doing at the shooting range. What an interesting thing to do on the first day of your month-long stay Switzerland...SwitzerlandxReader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was late afternoon, as your plane had gotten in around five o'clock and there wasn't much else to do, other than unpack your luggage. But why do that now? It was still light out, and it wasn't too cold yet, so you might as well.
You shakily held the small rifle, aimed it at the target that was three-hundred feet down the range. You had the shot all lined up...
"Hey! Wait," a voice called out. The voice was calm, but you heard a slight undertone of anxiety. Whirling around in surprise, you nearly dropped the gun. A green-eyed man stood behind you. His blonde hair was a messy bob, and his expression serious. "You're not holding it right. Never, ever put your face next to the butt of the gun. You'll get one hell of a black eye shooting like that."
You flushed. Still an amateur, you felt embarrassed to be seen doing somethin