Giorni DispariUnder his hands the piano keys played their melodious music. The sound seemed to flow from the grand instrument, his eyes closed as he heard the music with more than his ears. He could feel it inside him, something falling and rising, twirling and growing. The long fingers flew across the ivory keys, not missing a note, never faltering. His head bobbed, slowly and rhythmically as a snake's would. His chest rose and fell from deep breaths, and in his head was a picture of beauty. A blue bird flapping its wings, a mountain valley, untouched by human hands, the flourishing flora and fauna a beautiful sight, so beautiful that it couldn't possibly be real. He saw morning dew reflecting an opaque rainbow amidst a sky of grey.
Behind him a girl quietly entered the sunlit room, wide brown eyes trained on the ruffled, dark hair. She made her way over to a wall lined with cabinets and opened one t
Cheater Cheater Pumpkin EaterPrUK one shotCheater Cheater Pumpkin Eater4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Gilbert Beilschmidt ran after the British man. They were the only two people in the streets of the quaint little community at ten o'clock p.m. The pounding footsteps sounded off the pavement and echoed throughout the street. The blue-black sky was alight with the twinkling stars and the faint light of the quarter moon. The two passed gardens and white-washed houses.
"Arthur wait!" Gilbert cried. His red eyes were wide and exhausted from running. His breath came out short and quick. His white hair flew behind him and his nose and ears were red from the cold of late November.
"Never!" Arthur's voice called out over the road. He was struggling to heave the cold air in his lungs. His face was a deep red from exertion and cold and his whole body was covered in a cold sweet. His s
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.&
A Christmas Present-Snapped North ItalyFeliciano watched as Ludwig left for the Christmas party. He waved through the window as the car left the drive way, a false smile all the way. As he lied smoothly Ludwig did not notice the change in his amber eyes, he didn't notice the darker spark that seemed to take place in them.A Christmas Present-Snapped North Italy4 years ago in Horror More Like This
But Feliciano noticed.
And Feliciano let it take control.
He waited ten minutes after the black Porsche had left the drive before going into action. He grabbed a few choice items and phoned a taxi. Within half an hour he was on the next plane to Sweden where Tino and Berwald lived together.
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Finland listened to the pleasant jingling of sleigh bells as he harnessed the deer. The last of his elves had left for the holidays last night and tonight he would be flying solo. "Here you go vixen" he said, feeding th
PrUK- Our StoryI've been in love with Arthur ever since I was in my senior year. I got self-conscious around him, and I felt a bit protective around him. At first I thought that maybe I just developed an older brother complex around him, but I felt like I wanted to do things with him that I wouldn't even think about doing with my younger bruder. Was it normal to get hard when you're around one of your best friends? I talked about it to Francis but I didn't tell him that it was Arthur- and he said that I might be in love with him.PrUK- Our Story4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So, with that piece of information, I made it my goal to make him mine. However, it's easier said than done. You see, I might have had some competition for Arthur. Not only did he have that really annoying American, he was also rumoured to be going out with Kiku. Although he usually denies those rumours, you can never be too sure.
So, in order to win his heart over any of the other buffoons who even think for a split second that they were a match for the awesome me, I
Lips of an Angel PrUkToss, turn. Toss, turn. Tick. Tick. Tock. His albino eyes opened, much to his dismay. The nation looked around the room, and sighed. His red, tired, sleep-deprived eyes glanced over to the other faithful man sleeping in his bed. Reaching his pale, slender hand over, he ran his fingers through the man's brown locks, trying not to wake him.Lips of an Angel PrUk4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Oh, how he envied him.
Austria would never leave him.
Never tell him a lie.
Never, ever, do the unthinkable.
The Prussian bit his lip, trying to fight back the urge to cry. Oh, he was so terrible! The deciet, the running around at night, coming in early in the morning. Reaking of beer, rum, sex--Did sex have a scent? He wasn't entirely sure on that one. -- sweat, and most importantly, him.
He was such a fucking pathetic excuse for a man.
Austria woke, turning his head towards the Prussian. "Gilbert, is everything okay? Why are you crying?"
Had he been crying? The Prussian wiped away the liquid on his cheeks, and tried to force a smile upon his
Power Over England Ch1 (PrUk)Summary: After winning a bet against England, Prussia does not plan on letting 'the power over the limey' go to waste. For losing a bet against Prussia, England now has to suffer following all the over exaggerated, obnoxious, and plain out stupid orders from the kraut… PrUk! Request welcome!Power Over England Ch1 (PrUk)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Looking back, England wondered what has possessed him into agreeing to go out drinking with the Bad Touch Trio. At the time there were probably many reasons to why he agreed, (stress, overworked, diplomatic relationship and so on) not to mention the fact that the trio had been quite persistent in inviting him to join.
"Kesesese! It will be fun!"
But now, waking up in the afternoon with a massive hangover, "Fun my arse…" England mumbled quietly to himself as he eventually stood up from the bed. He sighed in relief, his clothes was still on him and it seemed he hasn't done anything reckless last night
"About time you're up!" The very familiar Prussian v
Ghosts Aren't Real-APH-4AntonioGhosts Aren't Real-APH-43 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Tonio? Antonio? Hey, ANTONIO!" Lovino shook the man, bringing him back to reality. "Where is he?" He asked impatiently. Antonio’s face was bone white, he looked like he was about to puke at any moment.
Antonio said something quietly, barely even a mumble.
"Dead" he croaked. Lovino froze.
"Lovino its real. I told you its real but you didn't listen, now Francis is dead!" His voice grew louder with every word and now he was waving his arms around. People gave him strange looks before quickly moving away.
"Hey stop, people are looking at us-"
"I don't care. Francis is DEAD Lovino, dead! And it's-"
"Shut up you bastard" Lovino said angrily and began dragging him out of the carnival.
Antonio pulled away. "No, I'm going to go find-" he cut himself off. He looked bitterly at Lovino.
"Antonio-" he turned and walked away, quickly disappearing into the crowd. "Please don't get hurt." Lovino said quietly. Deciding to leave Antonio, since he obviously wasn't liste
Ghosts Aren't Real-APH-1The First NoteGhosts Aren't Real-APH-13 years ago in Horror More Like This
The brisk night air laid a pleasant chill on Francs’ face as he walked home from the restaurant. It was near midnight by the time he had finished locking up and now there was no one else on the street. Every now and then a car would pass by but other than that there were no disturbances to the near silence of the town. H shoved his hands in his pockets and watched his breath come out in white puffs. Soon he would have to change his jacket for a warmer coat, December was approaching fast.
In about 15 minutes he reached his house and fumbled with the keys to unlock the front door, stamping his feet to warm himself up. He pushed open the door and closed it quickly behind him and felt the wave of heat wash over him. Francis took off his jacket and hung it up, and collected the mail from in front of the door. Wandering to the kitchen he tossed it on the counter and turned to the ridge to look for a quick something to eat before bed.
A piece of notebook paper
RusCan-La Belle et Le Bete-PrologueRain pounded the world as Mother Nature released her fury on a small town. Amidst a small country whose name was lost to the grip of time was a grand palace that belonged to a prince with a corrupted heart and mind. The prince had violet-red eyes and a fiery temper. In his palace lived with him three servants by the names of Toris, Raivis, and Eduard. He was terribly cruel to them and rumors had spread throughout the land of what he did to them.RusCan-La Belle et Le Bete-Prologue4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Raivis" a deep voice bellowed over the thunder. A trembling blond man stepped into the dim room.
"Y-yes M-Mr. Ivan?" He said. The Prince had a golden crown hanging half off his head and his cheeks were tinged a light pink from a little too much vodka.
"I spilled some vodka on my coat" he said, holding the large brown over coat out to the fearful man. "Wash it."
"Y-yes sir" he said and took the coat. Raivis scurried out of the room and the prince was left t
He's the One - EngGer Ch. 1Author's note: Hey look, a new fic by me! And it's not FrUk for once lul. Okay so I ship England/Germany pretty hard (not as hard as FrUK but pretty close) and I was sad to notice not a lot of fanfics of them and so I got this idea to do an AU slice-of-life type fic following their relationship through everyday stuff. This was the first chapter I wrote. There will be mostly fluff in this fic but there will be some sexual moments. I'm sorry if they both seem a little OOC, I took some liberties with how I perceived Germany's personality and since I'm starting this while the two of them are kind of a new couple, I figured their nervousness would be pretty normal. There will be background chapters and stuff explaining a lot of things so hopefully everything will make sense eventually.He's the One - EngGer Ch. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Blah. I should just let you guys read lol Just note that none of these chapters were written in any kind of order. Whatever idea came to me, I fit it into their timeline c: Also, just so you all kno
Ghosts Aren't Real-APHGilbertGhosts Aren't Real-APH3 years ago in Horror More Like This
“Come on Gil, pick!” his two friends laughed as they watched him think over which one. Truth could be embarrassing, but dare could be humiliating.
“Gilbert you’re taking forever!” Francis whined. Antonio just looked at him with an eager grin, his green eyes sparkling with a challenge. He knew which one the albino boy would finally choose.
“I choose…” he paused dramatically as Francis snapped to attention. “Dare!” he declared with a flourish. Antonio’s grin grew wider.
“Gilbert Beilschmidt” he started, this would be the ultimate dare. “I dare you to go sit on a Ferris wheel cart, for five minutes.” The albino boy’s face paled, if it was possible for it to become any paler than it was.
“You mean the Ferris wheel?” Of course he did what other one was there. The carnival was in town again and that always brought the ghost stories along.
“Of course the Ferris whe
Ghosts Aren't Real-APH-2GilbertGhosts Aren't Real-APH-23 years ago in Horror More Like This
By ten o’clock that morning the carnival grounds were already crowded. Francis drove wearily looking for a space to park. On the seat next to him his phone buzzed, he eyed it before picking it up. The man had barely gotten any sleep the night before, and the little sleep he ad was plagued with nightmares that he though had disappeared years ago. But sure enough there they were again, the same thing over and over again.
His feet pounded on the ground, his heart pounded in his chest. The light and noise buzzed around him, overwhelming him, drowning him. The world seemed to waver around him; he didn’t know where he was going.
“Guys!” a faint voice called. Gilbert, they had left Gil. “Wait for me!” it cried out. It was so faint growing further and further away. Filled with fear and adrenaline he didn’t stop, he kept running. He could see the fence now, almost in view, when he heard it. A loud shrill scream, the scream of a young
PrUK Part 2Arthur leaned against the wall of the laundry room. It was quite a large room, that had baskets in a neat stack against the far wall, and to the left were the washer and dryer. The white floors, white walls, white ceiling, and fluorescent lights made it seem too bright.PrUK Part 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Brit ran a hand through his messy blond hair. It had refused to stay down, it always did. Even when he tried gelling it, like Ludwig's. What am I thinking? He closed his eyes, unsure of himself. Why does he feel like this? He had just spent a half hour staring at Gilbert. Taking in every detail. His eyes hungrily scanning him. No! I-I can't, I-I no
What was wrong with him? First of all, he was already with somebody, and second of all he had just given the man food poisoning for Gods sakes! How could he expect Gilbert to even sort of like him? Arthu
'anks bwother'anks bwother4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Scotland rubs his eyes sleepily, not sure about what the hell has just woken him up, but his mind is too fogged with sleep to deeply ponder about it.
He yawns, motionless in his bed - and as he listens to the silence of his room the quiet sound of muffled sobs reaches his ears, answering his unspoken question.
Scotland sighs, threading a hand through his messy red hair in a tired fashion, trying to will his eyes to stay the fuck open.
It's usually up to Wales to deal with little England when he wakes up crying in the middle of the night, but tonight both him and Ireland are not home, so he's technically in charge of the brat.
Needless to say, the thought doesn't thrill him very much.
For a moment he entertains the idea to leave him be, but the thought of what mother-hen Wales would do to him if he discovered that he has ignored England's distress makes him move, although rather half-heartedly.
Scotland tosses the covers aside, untangling himself from the sh
RusCan-La Belle et Le Bete-3Madeline came through the door, biting her lip. Furrowing her brow she contemplated where in the world her father could be. She had checked all the usual places where he might be but found no answer. Toni had said he saw Francis leave alone but Madeline would not put it past him to find some woman on the street. Where ever he was, she was worried. He may not treat her right but he was the only family she had, and family was important to her.RusCan-La Belle et Le Bete-34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She heard someone rustling through the cabinets as she entered the house. To her relief her father stood with his back to the door.
"Papa!" she said happily and hugged him from behind.
The blond man turned, startled, and lightly hugged her back with a sad smile. "Salut Maddie."
"Papa? A-are you okay? Where were you? You worried me!" Francis only bit his lip and refused to look into his daughters eyes. "Where were you?" she
MorningBeep! Beep!Morning4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arthur Kirkland; or England groaned and slammed his hand on to the snooze button.
He was awake, but he decided to keep his eyes closed for a while longer and just lie there; lie in the warmth of his lover's arms wrapped tightly around him. he sighed and began to gather his thoughts. While he was debating on whether to slip out of Gilbert's arms so he didn't wake him up or wake the albino up so he'll let go, he realized that Gilbert was snoring.
He turned around, so now he was facing the albino. Gilbert's face was calm and serene. The way he looked so content, even with the sunlight playing on his face made him look really cute. Arthur soon found a soft smile on his face. He kissed Gilbert's forehead and buried his face into the albino's chest. When he looked back up, he saw that he had woken Gilbert up because now, he was smiling at him.
"Good morning." Arthur said kissing him on the forehead.
Gilbert chuckled. "Why are you you in such a good mood?" asked Gilber
PrUK part 1Gilbert took a deep breath and walked into his younger brothers' office. The blond man was doing paperwork while the house was quiet. Feliciano was spending the day with his brother and Antonio. "Bruder", the albino said "I have a question."PrUK part 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The German looked up and sniffed. "Is that cologne I smell? Gilbert, something must be very wrong if you have showered and your clothes are obviously clean. What do you want?"
"I well umm"
"Hurry up", said the German taking a quick sip from his beer.
"I I think I'm in love with Arthur Kirkland!" the Prussian blurted out.
Ludwig began coughing and sputtering on the beer he had begun swallow at that exact moment. His arms flew up to his throat, his elbow knocking over the bottle. Gilbert trained his red eyes on the advancing beer puddle as it spread to the stack of undone paperwork. When Ludwig had finally stopped chocking
RusCan-La Belle et La Bete-7Madeline winced as Felix somehow managed to slip on the dress that was incredibly tight around her waist.RusCan-La Belle et La Bete-73 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I think I may have made it a tad bit too small." He noted walking around his final product.
"You think?" Madeline winced. She felt like her ribs were about to crack.
"Oh well! No time to fix it! Must go to party like now!"
"Nup! Come on!" Felix was already in his own ball gown (a beautiful thing made of a shimmering green material to match his eyes).
With her hair done and the dress on Felix helped her put on the shoes he had chosen and lead her to the ballroom. The way was a bit long, which was good because Madeline had at least a bit of time to learn how to walk in high heels. She only tripped twice and Felix caught her arms before she ruined the dress.
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"Alright guys let's start t
RusCan-La Belle et La Bete-5Madeline slowly opened her eyes and stretched. Sitting up in her new bed she rubbed the last of the sleep form her eyes and made her way to the table where her breakfast would be sitting. As she ate she realized that this was her fourteenth day there, two weeks. The pastries and eggs and sausage were delicious as usual but they tasted bland as she thought about what was going on back in the village.RusCan-La Belle et La Bete-54 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What had her father told everybody? Did anybody even notice she was gone? She felt a little more depressed than she already was at the thought that nobody might not even notice she was gone. Sure it was nice here, she had nice clothes, a soft bed, and enough food but she still wasn't happy. The only other person she had come in contact with was a quiet Asian man who introduced himself as Kiku and Toris.
She heard the doors to her room open and close and footsteps make their way in.
"Like is anyone here?" A voice ca
PrUK- part 4After the bumper cars, Gilbert and Arthur went on nearly every ride in the fair. Every ride they could get on to. They went on the carousal and the giant swings. They ran around holding hands and not caring what others thought. They laughed until they cried over nothing. At each ride they took turns paying their way on. On the giant loop they both went on flush faced and happy. Gilbert came off the same way, but the difference was the white faced Arthur in his arms.PrUK- part 44 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After going on the giant swings for the third time, they stopped at a cotton candy stand. "Two please." Said Arthur to the Vender. He paid and they started walking. "Th-this has been fun. Much different from France. He's rather short tempered you know. He doesn't really like this stuff."
Gilbert looked down at the beaming face with a familiar feeling. One that
PrUK-Part 5"What the hell??!" Canada just stood there staring at the bleeding albino in front of him. "Where the hell did he come from? Damn it! Oh well, whatever. You're still gonna die- Arthur? Shit! Where the hell are you??!"PrUK-Part 54 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Then a voice tickled his ear. "Behind you" Matthew felt the cold edge of a knife on his throat.
"How the hell'd you do that? You were right in front of me!"
"Magic" he said, and the knife was removed and replaced by a hand. The hand held and squeezed until the Canadians' body fell limp. Arthur let go and backed up, letting Matthew fall to the ground. He checked to make sure he was still alive, and was relieved
when he was.
Oh God, what to do know. He had a bleeding Prussian and an unconscious crazy killer Canadian. Arthur ran over and knelt down next to Gilbert. He began to cry as he ca
RusCan-La Belle et La Bete-4The man led Madeline through empty pristine halls. China dishes and crystal vases adorned tables while paintings of a proud man with violet eyes and a dark aura covered the walls. The floor was marble while the walls were a dark wood. The whole place seemed dark and foreboding, and one thing that Maddie didn't feel was welcome to the strange and eerie place.RusCan-La Belle et La Bete-44 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In fact Madeline wasn't in the least near happy at that point.
'Today is the worst of my life' she thought to herself. She had awoken to find her father missing, searched the entire town in the damp weather and come home to find that he had traded her off for his precious rings. Madeline felt tears sting her eyes again at her thoughts but she forced them away. She would not appear weak, she had no idea what her captor was like, but she would not show herself as weak.
"I'm Toris. I'm one of the servants here at the palace. Master Ivan is sleeping at the mom
Because I Love You - PrUKAN: italics what they're really saying to each other (what they know each other mean)Because I Love You - PrUK4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As per usual... the meeting was going no where. But, at least I wasn't sat next to in-between America and Russia like Lithuania. I'm sat on the opposite them, with Japan on my left and an empty space on my right... where Prussia was seated only seconds ago. My eyes scan the room for my albino (secret) lover. I find him in the middle of an argument with Hungary. The two are drowned out by the noise made by the other countries.
"For gods sake... EVERBODY SHUT UP AND GO BACK TO YOUR DESIGNATED SEATS" shouted Germany, shocking everyone in the room into a awkward silence apart from Hungary mid-rant while brandishing her frying pan at Gilbert.
"- your not awesome. You look like a space hooker. The only nice thing about you is Gilbird. All your life your going to be unloved -"
"Hungary! East! You are not exempt from this meeting so get back to your seats" yelled Germany to the two. Everyone's e