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
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 Italy2 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
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.Francis1 year 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.&
Ghosts Aren't Real-APH-1The First NoteGhosts Aren't Real-APH-11 year 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-Prologue2 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
Gauken Hetalia-GerIta-1"Come on man, you're gonna love the place!" Gilbert tried to cheer up his brother as they drove to the new school. Ludwig only sighed and continued to stare glumly out the window.Gauken Hetalia-GerIta-12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Yeah, sure." He said sarcastically.
"Look, bruder, you know why we had to move. Come on it's like a whole new start. A fresh beginning." The albino turned his head a bit to look at his 16 year old brother in the back seat.
"Ja, a new beginning where we live in yet another crappy apartment, you drink all the time and I'm at some stupid school where people beat me up and give me weird looks all the time. A fresh new start, ha, how many times have I heard that?" His blond hair was slicked back and his arms rippled with muscle. Despite being rather large for his age, when it's 12 to 1, one loses no matter how big. The rest of the car ride was in a dark kind of silence, Ludwig preparing himself for the aw
Ghosts Aren't Real-APH-4AntonioGhosts Aren't Real-APH-41 year 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-APHGilbertGhosts Aren't Real-APH1 year 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
I Knew You Were Trouble-PruAusA dull, continuos throb pervaded the black air of unconsciousness. A heavy, tired groan escaped from his lips as eyelids fluttered over purple irises. Pale fingers gripped the ground as he sat up with the world spinning around him. Roderich Edelstein blinked and looked around, taking a minute to remember where he was now. Trash; plastic cups, papers, and cigarette butts littered the ground. The earth beneath him was trampled. Flashes of it all came back. The lights, the drinks, the stench of sweat, alcohol, and cigarettes came back. The party that's what happened. And he was there with...right, him.I Knew You Were Trouble-PruAus1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Roderich sat up and looked around, holding himself. He was still wearing his jacket, it smelled like him too. It smelled like beer, dogs, and a too big ego. It smelled like Gilbert. Gilbert, where was that ass anyways. Roderich stood on uneasy feet and looked around. He was alone. There was nothing but the leftover debris, unwanted and left to rot. He was part of the debris.
Ghosts Aren't Real-APH-2GilbertGhosts Aren't Real-APH-21 year 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
You Make Me LaughYou make me laugh so hard that I cryYou Make Me Laugh10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You’re unbelievable, but you don’t know it
I’m sorry but it’s true
How do you not believe the things I say to you?
Can you really be so blind, not to the world but to your own eyes
Is that possible for some as great as you
That you really can’t see what’s true?
I can scream at you all day and in the night again
I could call your name and whisper to you silently
You make me laugh so hard that I cry
Gerita-Holy RomeAt exactly 5:30 am Germany awoke as he did every day. He shifted and felt a small body next to him and Italy’s hot breath on his arm. Instead of getting up Germany lay in bed, the work could be put off for another fifteen minutes right? He looked down to the sleeping Italian next to him, who had somehow managed to sneak in again after he fell asleep. He could always keep the Italian out if he wanted to but it was nice waking up to have someone next to him.Gerita-Holy Rome1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Italy’s mop of brown hair was spread around his head he had a smile on his lightly tanned face even in his sleep. The odd curl stuck out as usual and his lids fluttered slightly as he sighed. Every time he saw that face Germany had this odd feeling where his heart seemed to flutter in his chest. He slowly reached out a hand and lightly brushed Italy’s soft cheek with his fingers. They had been through so much together
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-52 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
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-32 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
AwayThe wild winds take us far awayAway1 year 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
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 22 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
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 12 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