Where I went - Chapter 1 *updated*Alfred crawled on his bleeding, scratched up knees in the dark unknown forest. He was covered in his own blood from head to toe. He had no memory of what happened to him.
The only thing he could remember is a deep voice calling out to him, when he escaped the hell hole he's been in. He looked up and saw somebody in the far distance, who was calling out to him in the chilly fog.
"America~ Oh, America." The other called out to him. "You belong to me, da."
Was this the deep voice he heard earlier that night? Even before he could find out the answer that floated in his head... He fell to the cold ground. Passing out because of the blood lost that were due to his newly cut wounds.
Where I went - Chapter 4Russia walked into the dark room. "Hello Amerika," He smiled creepily at the blonde.Where I went - Chapter 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
America looked up at Russia as he greeted him. "Just let me go," he slightly mumbled.
"But where would you go, da? You still don't remember anything." He walked over to America so he was hovering over him.
"I remember enough to get out of here," America spat at the Russian as he glared at him.
"Like what, da?" Russia grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling his face up to look at him.
"I-I......T-that..." Honestly America couldn't remember anything. His whole life had disappeared from his mind.
"See, I was right. You don't remember anything. So what makes you think that you can get out of here?" Russia asked him while pulling the headband out of his pocket and quickly whipping it behind his back so the American couldn't see it.
America stuttered, "I-I."
"You what?" Russia smiled.
"Don't you think my family and friends will be looking for me?" He said, trying to change the subject.
"You shouldn't be worry
Where I went - Chapter 3Alfred leaned up against the wall, drool leaking out of the corner of his mouth. He couldn't move a single muscle, his head pounded from the inside. He still had no memory, no matter how much he tried, nothing. It was all gone.Where I went - Chapter 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He's been locked in the room for about 6 days now. Everyday, the tall man came in, who he still didn't know, forcing Alfred to take pills. Everyday he became weaker and weaker.
Russia was in a computer lab with his sister, Belarus. "Belarus, Do you have the project done yet?" he asked her while watching the American on a nearby television. Russia smiled, in his sick but sweet way, as he watch the American struggle.
Belarus curtly replied with a nod. She handed Russia a headband that started flash and light up in all different colors.
"Thank you, Belarus," Russia said as he got up from his chair. He started to walk out but he was interrupted by his sister.
"I'm sorry brother but ... Isn't this wrong?" She asked. She was some-what afraid of her brother. Looking to
The sane world that no one understands - Chapter 1I sat in the darkness, on the ledge for too long. 'When will I jump' ... 'When will I fall?' I looked down into the deep dark abyss, just waiting for something to call my name. Something to pull me into the world that I never wanted to embrace. The light use to call my name but in this little hell of mine, there is no light, none at all. The only light I have is the flame of fire that surrounds me. 'Maybe he was right, I shouldn't have of started this. This .... little hell of mine. It's so personalized that it still blows my mind.' I stood there on the ledge thinking about the fall. 'Will my life flash before my eyes, bringing the good feelings back, maybe even bring the good feelings that I once had?' I took one last breath and dove into the darkness that I have always known.The sane world that no one understands - Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The fail was quick but relaxing, I knew the pain would stop after my body hit the ground. I grew a smile on my face, as I saw the ground was coming closer and closer. I greeted death with a
The sane world that no one understands - Chapter 3I stood in the darkness. I shivered as the wind blow on me. I could barely see anything but enough to get around. I looked around to find nothing near me. I kept walking and walking, hoping to find something. I have this weird feeling that I have been here before but I'm lost. Wait? How did I get here again? I don't even remember that but that doesn't shock me. I've been forgetting a lot lately.The sane world that no one understands - Chapter 32 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'Knock' ... 'Knock'
I stopped in my tracks when I heard a knocking sound behind me. Am I not alone in this darkness? Why does this seem so familiar?
'Knock' ... 'Knock'
There it was again. I'm not alone in this darkness. "Where are you?" I paused for a moment before speaking again. "Who are you?" I had a feeling that I was dealing with something unusual. "What are you?"
I heard chuckling from behind me. Did I dare to move? I knew it was coming closer and closer. I closed my eyes and shivered. I could feel goosebumps on my arms. Why does this feel so god damn familiar?
"Why so frightened?" The v
Where I went - Chapter 5MeanwhileWhere I went - Chapter 53 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Canada stared at everyone while they all argued, screamed and fought with eachother. As usual France and England were fighting.
"Get off me you, Wanker!" England yelled at France.
"Im not such a thing! Stop calling me that. You black sheep!" France crossed his arms while turning away.
"Im not the black sheep! I'v never been the back sheep! Don't call me that!" England spat out at France.
"But it's true. England is the Black sheep! England's the Back sheep of Europe." France said out to everyone.
But nobody was listening, they all had their own stuff going on. The Nordics were fighting as usual, the Baltices were waiting for Russia and talking to nobody because Russia wouldn't aprove, Chain was telling everyone of how young they acted, Canada was being ignored like every world meeting, but there was something different and all at once everyone noiticed it, they all stopped and looked at eachother.
England finally stopped punching France and looked over to where America usualy
Where I went - Chapter 2Alfred woke up in a panic. His head was pounding, he groaned while he sat up, no longer laying against the uncomforable bed that he was placed on. He looked around the unrecognizable dark room.Where I went - Chapter 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A loud knock came from the door. "C-Come in," he said, fearing of who was on the other side. The door opened, revealing a tall man with a white scarf wrapped snugly around his neck. Alfred looked at the man, something about him was familiar, but he didn't know what.
"How are you?" the tall man said.
Alfred scanned the man from head to toe. He wore a long brown coat, a long white scarf, shiny heavy brown boots, he had blazing purple eyes and platinum blond hair. "I-I ...."
"Whats wrong, da?" the tall man asked.
Alfred flinched when he heard, 'da'. Why though? He asked himself. He had a sudden feeling that he was in danger. He quickly jumped out of the uncomfortable bed, hoping to run from this dreaded feeling. When he began to run something yanked him back to the bed, causing him to stumble.
Where I went - Chapter 6-The beginingWhere I went - Chapter 63 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The new found country ran quietly in the forest. Pitter ... Patter ... Pitter ... Patter ... went his feet. The blonde hair, blue eyed boy looked to the distance. He saw a man that had long blonde hair that went passed his shoulders, and had medium blue eyes. He was agruing with another man that the American just noiticed. The other man had Blonde hair just like his and embraled (spw) green eyes. The American tilled his head to the side. He never saw them before or anyone that looked like them before. He was always with his tribe, they had dark skin and dark hair but the men in front of him where different. They dressed differently and looked differently. America began to walk towards the men, so they could see him but he was abit cought off guard when he heard yelling from them.
"You Wanker! He's my little brother. He looks just like me!" England stood with a smirk on his face.
"Can't you see the beatifulness the boy has from me? He's beatiful just like me!" F
The sane world that no one understands - Chapter 2I woke up. Wait? I woke up? I never wanted this. I wanted to stay "dead". I was ready to say good bye forever. I looked around myself. I was in a hospital room. I slowly shifted in my bed. I had tubes and IV's in my arms around me. Everywhere hurt like hell. I could already tell that I had several broken bones. Unlike being numb on the cold cement, I can feel every little moment I made. I'm hurt physically and emotionally. I know it and I won't admit it to the others. They'll just use it against me because it was used against me before. I looked down to the ground them back up to the door, where I saw Canada standing. His eye's were wide and he stood there still. Probable shocked that I'm still alive. I began to pull some of the IV's out. "I don't need this."The sane world that no one understands - Chapter 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Y-Yes, you do. Alfred, keep them in." Canada quickly came over to me and stopped me from what I am doing.
He looked as if he didn't sleep for days. I looked at his eyes. They looked baggy and dark. "Fine." I stopped trying to pul
The sane world that no one understands - Chapter 4I walked in the ash ground, I coughed from all the smoke still in the air. I couldn't see a thing that was surrounding me. I don't remember how I got here, everything was blank. I continued to walk in the smokey fog till I hit something. It was a building of some sort. I rubbed the brick like wall. I looked up to see several windows, probable a few stories. It was becoming clear of where I am. New York city. But why here? How did I get here? I heard a crash behind me. "Are you okay?" I yelled out, even though I didn't think anyone was there. Things became clearer now. I started to see more broken down buildings. "Why is everything to damaged?" I whispered to myself.The sane world that no one understands - Chapter 42 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Because your damaged, America." A British accent called out to me from smokey like fog.
Why him? Why now? "I'm not damaged." I said as I went to run but my body didn't move. I felt like hard cement was keeping me still. I took a shaky short breath knowing this wouldn't go well.
"Don't listen to that Frog face, France. He's
Where I went - Chapter 9England ran in the dark. He couldn't see a thing, luckily he could see the corners so he didn't run into the wall. 'Am I running in circles? " England thought to himself. He stopped as he heard tapping.Where I went - Chapter 93 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
*Tap* *Tap* *Tap*
"France?" England whispered hoping it would be the Frenchman. He heard the tapping again. His heart raced, knowing it wasn't France. He once again began to move his feet. Faster and faster, he ran as the tapping went louder. 'Maybe, it's Russia' He thought, not hoping it to be America.
*Tap* *Tap* *Clunk*
England jumped from the clunk. Everything was silent. The freezing air was still. England could feel goosebumps on his freezing skin. He could feel something run past him. He quickly turned to see if he could sight the thing. 'Nothing' he thought. He breathed in the chilly air with a sign. He knew who it was, he just didn't want to admit it. "Alfred?" He questioned the dark. He shook a little with fright.
A chuckle came to England. "Now. Now. You don't have to be sca
The Prussian's HalloweenPrussia ran down the street. "Kesesese!" Is the only thing people heard as he pasted them. Many watched as he went by in his devil costume. Oh, the awesome custom that he had been planning for weeks ahead of Halloween. He had to look awesome, he had to be awesome, he was the most awesome person that ever lived. Nobody could be more awesome then him. Prussia saw his friends France and Spain, he ran even more fast to them. "The awesome Prussia has arrived." He shouted to them even though he was right in front of them.The Prussian's Halloween2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hello Prussia." Spain said as he fixed his cape to his bull fighter outfit.
"I love your custom. It looks-" France was cut off by the Prussia.
"AWESOME! Kesese!" Prussia once again yelled to the two.
Spain signed. "Let's go get some Candy!" He said as he smiled.
France nodded in agreement as they started to walk to the nearest house.
"Guys, I thought we were going to corn and tepee some of the teacher houses." Prussia stated as he stopped in his tracks.
"What about the fre
Where I went - Chapter 8The three looked at each other before looking back at Russia. All of their hearts pounded, they're faces were filled with terror. They all hoped to not run into Russia or even this early into the mission. Silence filled the room as Russia waited for one of them to speak.Where I went - Chapter 83 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
England cleared his throat, he whispered. "Run, just run. Find America." Before the other two could disagree with the horrible idea, England started to run down the hall.
France whispered to Belarus. "Good luck, my friend." He began to run the other direction, going down a deep Abyss.
Russia roughly grabbed Belarus's shirt before she could run away from him. "Belarus, where are you going sweet-heart?" He said this with a calmly sweet tone but his actions and expressions said hatred and anger.
Belarus tried to pull her Brother away, "Russia, let me go!" She scream the top of her lungs as she felt strong arms wrap around her. She calmed down alittle, hoping to get the Russian's attention "Big Brother?"
The Russian smiled
Where I went - Chapter 7The alarm went off in the Russian's office.Where I went - Chapter 73 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
America walked in, he pushes the red off button. Russia was watching the small tv that was placed in front of him.
America stood beside him, to see what was going on. "Russia? Whats going on?"
Russia turned off the screen, "Nothing, da. Just seeing if the alarm works." The Russian stood up and moved to a table that had the world map placed on it. "So, America?"
Alfred looked Russia's way, "Yes? What is it?"
Russia grinned slightly while looking down at the map. "Where should we start off?"
America pointed to a small island in Europe, "England ... He can't protect the rest of Europe if we take him down first."
Russia then sat in his chair, "Alright ... We attack tomorrow" He rubbed his hands together and smiled evilly.
America nodded and walk off to continue on his work.
"How could you let this happen?" England whispered to Belarus as they entered Russia's huge home.
"England be quiet or Russia will know we're here." Franc
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The cross around Mattieu's neck was heavy and cold against his bare skin. Bright eyes gazed forward, going in and out of focus as he inched away from the blurred figure in front of him, only getting the general light blues of a wool coat. He knew the way the fabric itched on the outside and he knew how smooth the fabric on the inside of the coat was just like he the annoyed expression on the man creeping in front of him.
"Mattieu," he heard someone he had only just stopped calling 'monsieur' sigh out.
"But Maman -" he began with a pout.
"Out of the water, Mattieu. It's too cold to be swimming and it will be dark soon. I don't want you to get lost in the waters. You aren't a ship - you wouldn't be able to stand it."
He of course wasn't scared. His body was sore and ached from treading water with his tiny, toddler frame. Had he not been what he was - what Maman called him (New France) - he would have drowned by now. "I can't feel my legs."
"Then use your arms, darling. God ga
Losing the Revolutionary - Chapter 1America shouted to his army "Alright boys! Today is the day we get our freedom". Today was July 4th, 1783. America knew today was the day he would become independent from Britain. He took the last of his trops to the empty battle field, and waited for the Brit to come. After a few hours of waiting, America wanted to head back to the camp. He thought "Maybe that Brit didn't want to fight a strong country like America." America turned to his men, about to tell them to go back to camp. When America heard the Brit behind him.Losing the Revolutionary - Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Give up now America!"
America turned back around glaring at the Brit. "Never! Give me liberty or give me death" he said. America's men cheered to the phrase.
Britain was beyond Pissed at America. "America's little phrases are so childish" he thought to himself. "America wouldn't get away with it. Trying to become independent was not allowed. He wouldn't let America do this" he also thought. He walked a crossed the battle field to meet his now hated brother. Britain n
Losing the Revolutionary - chapter 9''Why ... He can't be gone. He just can't." America sobbed into his pillow. He couldn't believe that Britain was really gone. He couldn't believe that the other Counties would even agree on killing Britain. He then relaxed alittle while in his thoughts. He told keep telling himself to stop, he shouldn't be upset. After Britain has done to him, who couldn't blame him if he rejoiced alittle. But that wasn't the case, all America did was lay in bed crying all day long for the last couple of days.Losing the Revolutionary - chapter 93 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Al?" Canada opened the door sightly, coming for the hourly visit. Canada was horribly worried about his brother. 'All I wanted was America to be okay. I never wanted this, I didn't want Britain to die. I knew I should of told France about the visit between Britain and I' He thought to himself. But he kept his promise to Britain and never told anyone about the meeting. 'Wait?' He thought again. 'Did Britain really want to die? He was always a step ahead of any Country, no one could foo
Salem"Tell me, my girl," The dour-faced judge drawled, his face set in a scowl that would've made Arthur proud. "When did you become a witch?"Salem3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Amelia Jones's small breasts were practically heaving. She had never been so scared in her entire life, as short as it had been so far.
"I am not a witch, sir." She whimpered.
How had it come to this? It had only started out as a simple practice of the crafts Arthur had begun to teach her. He said he had seen a potential in her for magic and had begun to teach her. When he had sailed back to London, she had thought to practice a bit, so she could impress him when he came back. She liked hearing Arthur's praise.
Soon, among the village of Salem, she began to hear of the activities that Reverend Parris's girls had been engaging in, along with the household servant Tituba. Some of the girls said that Tituba had special powers, could foresee the future and tell you who your future husband would be. So Amelia decided to attend the midnight gatherings in t
Paperheart |EnglandxFictional ReaderxAmerica| |1|They say that, whenever you open a book, a new world is born just for you. It greets you with adventures and characters, but only the ones that can take our breath away are the stories we remember. And so we go back for our old friends, sometimes, to start anew. To cry with them and to laugh with them. Just so we can feel. The emotions that overflow us can be beautiful like a bouquet made of red roses. Sometimes we even claim to fall in love with one of the characters, the one person that is and will ever be our favorite out of everyone. Of course, we don't mean it literally. We just hope this character will survive, we wish for him or her to be happy. We want a good ending for that person, because he or she is special to us. More than the others. Maybe we can relate to that character, or we just like the personality that person has. We think about the things that can happen in the book. Some even dream about it. Others are proud of their imagination and dare to say they can sPaperheart |EnglandxFictional ReaderxAmerica| |1|3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Thoughts (Chapter Nine)- last chapterAs far as Riza was concerned, silence wasn't something that was a surprise when it came to her and Roy. A lot of their relationship, whatever kind it may be (at this point, Riza wasn't too sure), was draped in it. It was never unwelcoming or misplaced, however. Any time silence fell between the two, it always seemed to fall at just the right time, right when the colonel and the lieutenant needed it the most.Thoughts (Chapter Nine)- last chapter2 years ago in Romance More Like This
If there was a type of silence that Riza wasn't used to, though, it would have to be the charged silence that had fallen between them that night. Riza had returned to work that day and her and Roy had been forced to work late into the night to get things caught up (as Riza had suspected, not much had gotten doing in her absence). Due to the time of night, Roy had insisted on walking Riza home and, after a few failed attempts to convince Roy that she would be OK, that she was armed if she ran into anybody who meant her harm, Riza finally conceded to his offer. Now, as the two walked
68 Intricacies- Chapter three- BrokenYou could call Roy and Riza many things. You could call them killers (that was the harsh truth), sinners (that was the opinion of those with faith), liars (that was only occasionally true), lovers (that was something that no could ever know was true) or dogs of the military (that was obvious), to name a few choices. There was one thing you couldn't call them, though.68 Intricacies- Chapter three- Broken2 years ago in Romance More Like This
What you couldn't call Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye was broken.
They were not broken, not by any means. Yes, they were shaken, bruised, battered, bent and stretched to their absolute limits but neither one was broken. While there had been many points when they thought they would crash and shatter into many painful little pieces with awful slivers attached, it never seemed to happen. You could say the reason was because of their pride or their absolute will not to break. Really, though, the strength they had to have to remain whole didn't come from something as potentially dangerous as pride or even from their own will (for
Thoughts (Chapter Six)When Roy walked into Riza's hospital room and saw her sitting up in her hospital bed, the color already starting to return to her lips, he couldn't help but think that she was beautiful. This wasn't a new thought (on any given day, his mind would remark on the beauty of Riza Hawkeye at least once) but it was one of his first pleasant thought since this whole event began just one day ago.Thoughts (Chapter Six)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Roy sat down in the chair next to her bed and smiled back to her. The two stayed that way for a while, neither of them saying anything for fear that they'd break whatever sliver of peace was over them at the moment. Roy mouthed "Hi" and Riza mouthed it back but that was all they did in terms of conversation during that calm. It was only after Riza frowned slightly and received a questioning look from Roy that she spoke, breaking the silence.
"I'm not going to let this happen again."
Roy's eyebrows knit together in confusion.
"Let what happen again?"
"This," Riza said, motioning to her abdomen. "I'm goi
Thoughts (Chapter Three)'I don't think I've ever seen him so afraid.'Thoughts (Chapter Three)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
That's what Havoc thought as he waited in the hospital's waiting room with Roy. He couldn't help but go over all that had happened in what seemed like a short amount of time. Mustang and Havoc had been waiting for Hawkeye in the alley where she was to meet them when they heard the scream. Havoc had never seen his usually unshakeable commanding officer so afraid until that scream had pierced the air. It had been short, not even lasting for half of a minute before ending.
It was enough for Roy, though. He had immediately jumped to his feet and started toward where the scream had started, Havoc following after him after a few seconds' hesitation. Havoc had found it hard to keep up with the colonel, who seemed to be taking three steps every time Havoc took one.
When they had found her, bleeding and presumably unconscience, Havoc could see panic flood Roy's expression. When Roy had kneeled down beside Riza and started telling her to open her eye
Thoughts (Chapter Four)Darkness.Thoughts (Chapter Four)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
That's all Riza could see. She was not blind, she could see herself perfectly fine. No, it was the room itself that was dark, like someone had taken black paint and coated the entire room in the color, from the floor to the ceiling. Riza thought that such darkness would be like ink, that it would not equate to solid walls or a solid floor. Yet, they were somehow just that.
It was a darkness that Riza despised. Since the room was drenched in the unknown, she could not properly see her surroundings. Since the day she had decided she was going to protect Roy, she had conditioned herself to always be vigilant, to always know what was going on. This room, a room that could be hiding anything in its darkness, was the complete opposite of what she had gotten herself used to. The inability to be on the lookout and the complete vulnerability it placed on her was what made Riza hate the darkness.
This detest, however, didn't come without a strong dose of fear for the darkness. Riza kne
68 Intricacies- Chapter two- BlindedAN: This takes place after the Promised Day but before Roy makes the deal with Dr. Marco to get his sight back, which is why I make some of the references that I do. Anyways, enjoy!68 Intricacies- Chapter two- Blinded2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It never ceased to amaze Roy Mustang just how calm things can be after a catastrophe.
Take this night, for example. This was the night after the Promised Day, an event that was undoubtedly one of the most hellish experiences Roy had ever gone through. Despite all of the terror and bloodshed that daylight had brought, it was with the arrival of night that a strange, nearly peaceful feeling was gained. It was a deceptive type of peace, however, a peace that suggested that the entire day had been just like the night, that everything had been right with the world on this day.
Roy knew that wasn't the case. The day hadn't been peaceful at all. He had the eternal dark clouding his vision to prove it.
The memories of how he had ended up that way are still scarily vivid in his mind. He remembers being placed