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
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.Francis2 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 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
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
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
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
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
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
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 awayAway2 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
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.
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 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-72 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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A Ring on His FingerSummary: Germany wakes up and finds an engagement ring on his finger. Cue fluff.A Ring on His Finger2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Germany woke to the bright sunlight of morning. He sat up and stretched, reveling in the feeling of knowing today was his day off. He may love to work, but even he could admit he needed a break every now and then.
Ludwig glanced over at the empty side of the bed and sighed. It was such a shame that Feli had to work today. Usually they had the same days off, but Feliciano's boss had called the night before and almost demanded he come to work. Oh well, he could certainly manage to entertain himself for a day.
He rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. After brushing his teeth and pulling on a pair of sweatpants, he went to the mirror and started shaving. He couldn't stand stubble, and neither could Feliciano. Neither of them liked the scratchy feel of it against their skin.
Of course, that never stopped Feliciano from always stealing shaving cream and making
Finding Holy RomeThe great Prussian empire walked through the mud, his boots sinking into the stuff. Crimson eyes scanned the field, barren and gloomy. The world around was silent save for the loud sucking squelch of his boots trudging through the mud and his ragged, tired breath. No one was left, it was impossible that he was alive. No, it wasn't impossible, remember who you're dealing with he told himself. Tousled white hair was matted with grime and gore. The battle was long and he hoped that he could reach the kid before France did.Finding Holy Rome2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He found him by almost stepping on the child. He noticed a pale face beneath a layer of grime and mud. Quickly he knelt down and lifted the child, hugging him tightly.
"Bruder" he murmured quietly. The child's body was limp in his arms. He looked at him, willed him to move but no sign that he was alive came from him.
APH Didn't Know I'd Love YouA small Canada sighed to himself unhappily as he sat on the beach. His legs were pulled up against his chest with his arms wrapped around them and his head resting on his knees. He watched the water rise up and down the shore line. An unhappy frown rested on his face as it had for many days now.APH Didn't Know I'd Love You3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The night after Canada had stood up to his papa, he awoke the next morning to find a meal waiting for him, along with a note saying he would be gone for the next few days. Canada felt horrible about it. Was it his fault that his papa was gone? His fault that he had decided on this sudden and abrupt trip? He didn't know if it was, but he couldn't help feeling slightly guilty about it either way.
He continued to stare at the shoreline, reflecting quietly. His eyes slowly drifted to focus on one spot that was darker than the rest of the water. He watched, bored and not really paying attention. He blinked and, much to his surprise, the dot seemed a lot bigger than before. Frowning with confusion no
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
The Show Goes On [APH Tribute]It isn't easy, being a nation.The Show Goes On [APH Tribute]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Most people will think, 'Oh, but you're immortal, right? You can't die!' as if that's somehow a good thing.
It's a lie.
We are not immortal.
We can die.
And when we do, it's too close to forever for any of us to be comforted by the thought of Heaven.
That night, America dreamed of losing his family.
Believe me when I say we feel everything. When our people are unhappy, when our economies suck, when natural disasters occur, when wars tear us apart... some of these things we learn to tune out; some, we deal with; and some... well, we just have to suffer through them.
But death is a different story. It's a concept both familiar and alien and is probably the thing that terrifies us the most, even if we won't admit it.
It started with a body, and nothing more no recognition, no surroundings. America was holding the body tightly, and it trembled in his grip, in the throes of death. America gripped it with sheer desperation, tho
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-42 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
RusCan-La Belle et Le Bete-2Golden morning sun rays filtered through the dirty window of Madeline's room. Heavy lids blinked over her blue-violet eyes and she sat up on the thin mattress and stretched her arms. She slowly got up and started the morning routine. Wash herself in a small wooden tub, get dressed, dig through the random cabinets and cupboards to find something suitable for breakfast. Afterwards she would start on the daily duties that were required to live a stable life. This included working odd jobs and errands, shopping, and paying taxes and bills. Every now and then she would have to go get some medicines or wake up her father at the tavern and take the drunken man home.RusCan-La Belle et Le Bete-22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Papa" she knocked softly on his bedroom door. She had not heard him come home last night, so either he was very quiet when he came home (which was nearly impossible for him to do) or he didn't come home at all last night. Madeline slowly push
Magical Mischief: Part One*Read the description below, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*Magical Mischief: Part One3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
England sat on the couch in the library. For the greater portion of the morning, him and little Alfred were reading stories and learning about certain things the boy would have to know about his future as an older nation. Arthur looked down at Alfred. The boy asked a question a moment ago, and wanted to know about chants. He had managed to find out some secrets about his older brother, and his magical past. He also knew about his brother being a pirate, having seen pictures hidden away in Arthur's study.
Slightly scratching the side of his head, England tried to see his way around it, because he really did not want to get involved into curses with the little boy. Arthur's days of being a pirate were not to be relived, and the chants and curses those were to be buried as well. He cleared his throat and responded to the child's question.
Become One Da?Prussia welcomed himself loudly into Arthurs house and set the six pack of beer he was carrying down on a table in the hall way. "Hey Eyebrows, I'm home!" He called out. There was no reply, not even a scolding for being so obnoxiously loud. Gilbert wandered through the house and found his bed unmade and in the sink an stack of dirty dishes.Become One Da?2 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Hey England? Artie you here?" It was strange, it wasn't like Arthur to leave his a house a mess. He quickly went through the rest of the house, fearing the worst, a dead body covered in blood, or simply no Arthur at all. He was relieved when he found him in the living room.
"Hey Arthur. I was looking everywhere for you and Arthur, you ok?" The room was dark except for the bluish glow from the TV as Arthur flipped through the channels with a small click from the remote. The curtains were drawn and the sound in the television was turned down all th