A Stray CatThis is BoyxBoyA Stray Cat4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Stray Cat
It was raining heavily in Rome. It hit hard and fast like gunfire on the large wide window of a rather large house. It was a bedroom window, with silk curtains pulled back to reveal a deep window seat. On it sat Feliciano Vargas, also known as Italy, staring dreamily out at the darkening overcast skies. It was rare to see this sort of a downpour in his capital. I'd feel sorry for any poor soul left out in this, he thought.
"What was that, Feli?" While he had been day dreaming, his elder brother, Lovino, had stomped moodily into his room. He turned to his brother, realising with a flush that he had spoken out loud.
"Oh nothing important, Lovi!" He said with a cheerful smile. Turning back to the window, however, his face fell. He murmured so quiet, his breath barely steamed the window,
"I hope Germany is nice and warm..."
With a painful and loud thump, Ludwig Beilschmich, otherwise known as Germany, fell back against the wall of o
FrancisBlue eyes filled with longing gazed openly into space, trying to form words in his mind. The water beneath his feet reflected his thin form and the dark wooden platform he sat on. Long blond hair wavered in the salty breeze, and the dock shifted under him as someone stepped onto it.Francis3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hey" the Englishman sat next to him, worried green eyes holding a steady gaze. Francis didn't acknowledge that he was there, but held his dreamy gaze. Arthur sighed, knowing that he couldn't do anything. In his green eyes was a different kind of longing, one that he knew would never be satisfied. While Francis immersed himself over her, Arthur watched him fade away. He could feel tears choking his throat whenever he looked at the man who longed over a girl who never gave him even a second glance. But he, he was always there for him. Arthur was by his side when he needed him, a shoulder to cry on.&
Hiding her Beauty (Fem!italyxGermany) ch.3Hiding her Beauty (Fem!italyxGermany) ch.33 years ago in Romance More Like This
I cracked my eyes open to see the morning light had barely touched the windowsill yet. My clock still read almost thirty minutes before I had to be up for breakfast. The events that would follow were ones I wasn't looking forward to, even with my elder brother to keep me company with the constant chatter of his girlfriend.
Speaking of Anya, the woman was standing beside the stove, a shallow pan of oil, popping and hissing as she dropped a delicate scoop of batter into the frying pan. She seemed to be making breakfast for Gilbert and me. It still amazed me that she was in love with my brother, the irresponsible, cocky and loud man was hardly fit for such a generous woman such as Anya. Although, in a way I'm grateful to Gil for dating her; otherwise I would still be dragging him back home after partying too much on a Saturday.
But lately I've had another reason to thank her. It's not really something new, but something I only recently began to notice how it affected even me. Ever since m
MemoryHi...Memory3 years ago in Personal More Like This
I can not believe it is already a year. WHOLE year.
Sometime I feel like being a bad person because I am not sad enough. I feel guilty for not being more paralysed or sad, although I know she would love to see me happy
I do not think there was a single day I would not think about my granny, although I have not managed to cry properly for her yet.
I love you granny, and we all miss you
And because you loved flowers, those beauties are for you
I love you
AwayThe wild winds take us far awayAway3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Away from a place as lowly as here
And though we smile and enjoy the time
It simply cannot last
Anguish fills my heart, watching you go
But I know my dear you will be back
And again we shall go
Away from a place as lowly as this
Only 2 Reminders LeftThe room was dark. It was as if the darkness was reaching out and snatching all the light, holding it close to itself to keep it from shining. It was quiet, with the exception of soft breathing. The dull aroma of faint iron and wilted flowers could easily be detected, along with an atmosphere of melancholy so thick that you could feel it settling on your skin.Only 2 Reminders Left3 years ago in Romance More Like This
If you weren't paying attention, it would have been easy not to notice someone curled up on a small couch so over used that you could feel every thread weaved into the material and every small tear in the furniture if you were to run your hand across the back of it.
It, or she, more specifically; was resting her head on the arm of the couch, stringy black hair covering her small face. Her skinny legs were pulled up to her shrunken chest, bony arms wrapped around them. A small bottle was in her grasp, most likely to be pills, rattling against her legs. Her eyes were half closed, her sullen green eyes looking off to no