Born Freeshort prologueBorn Free4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's cold, so very fucking cold. The kind of cold that eats into your bones and drives you mad. No wonder Ivan is so batshit crazy, who wouldn't be after living centuries in this terrible cold.
The small room he has me in has no windows and no furniture; just a bed, pale yellow walls, and a small bathroom. There was a chair, but I smashed it over Ivan's head when I first got here. How long ago was that?
I don't know what day it is. I don't know how long I've been here. Days, weeks, months it's all the same. The only light is the bare bulb dangling from the ceiling, and the only sound I can hear is the unceasing howl of the wind outside.
I don't even know if it's day or night. It could be midnight. Maybe it is midnight, midnight on the west coast. Midnight in San Francisco, on the water front, with the stars flickering over the golden gate bridge. I wonder if the bridge is even still standing. I wonder if anything is still standing. I would scream but the
Born Free 7Flight of the Gilbird2Born Free 74 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"If you are thorough with your fit, Alfred we need to get ready." Ivan said as he stood up.
"Bring it commie. I can't wait to get out of this creepy place."
Ivan brought out warm clothes and coats for both of them as well as boots gloves and other necessities. "Gilbert will have the weapons and gear we will need on the helicopter. Get dressed we need to get to the roof."
Alfred ducked into one of the empty rooms to change. He wasn't going to argue about the clothing but he did mentally cringe when he noticed that what he was now wearing looked a lot like Ivan's clothes in different shades. But it didn't matter to him, he just wanted to get out of this prison. He didn't care if he went naked, just the thought of being out was all he needed. Alfred's mind was full of blue skies and fresh air when Ivan brought him out of his thoughts.
"Alfred, are you ready?" came Ivan's voice from the other side of the door, "Knowing Gilbert, he probab
Born Free 2Born Free 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lakota language Vocab.
Onsila - poor thing
Oyate - Nation
wiyan wakan holy woman
Okay now lets meet a dad who has an important lesson to learn about the pitfalls of absentee parenting.
Oyate was a proud nation; a child of the land that watched over his people for as long as he could remember. Generation after generation undisrupted, some say it was over 10,000 years before something miraculous happened. When news that another child of the land had been born Oyate was curious. The chance to have another like himself by his side was an interesting idea, but nothing like this had ever happened before. A child born of the land, Oyate's land, he wondered what this meant for him and his people.
Oyate sought out the child and when first laid eyes on America, he was horrified. The child had hair like the wild winter grasslands and eyes the color of the deep blue sky. He looked like them, the strangers settling on the ea
Born free 17... Where the heck have you been?Born free 17Born free 17... Where the heck have you been?3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hetalia APH axis powers
Ivan woke up slowly, becoming aware of things one at a time, as the world fell into place around him. The strange tugging sensation that seemed to be coming from the direction of his capitol, Gilbert and Xenia talking hurriedly in the kitchen, the birds outside in the garden, the feel of the sun streaming though the window, the lead weight settled on his chest .huh?
Ivan opened his eyes and was met with a furry face staring back at him. With an angry yell Ivan flailed, throwing Boris off of him. The wolf landed on the floor and stared up at him indignantly. "Don't look at me like that you don't even belong in the house never mind in the same bed with me!" Ivan scolded.
Boris flattened his ears and gave a short snort as he skulked off to the kitchen to bug Xenia for some breakfast.
"Good morning Vanya, how are you feeling?" asked Xenia as Ivan emerged from the spare room.
"I feel fine now." Ivan look
Polar Opposites Ch 02 FACEThis is NOT a FRUK story in any form and no will it be. If anything it will wind up being UK/US and maybe Franada (never written them before but I'll try! :3)Polar Opposites Ch 02 FACE4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yes some of it is a repeat, but this is the full chapter 2!
He woke up to the temperature change and noticed he was in a different setting. He looked around confused as he realized he was in a car. He sat up quickly and winced as a headache caught him off guard, dizziness took a turn at his senses as well and he couldn't figure out why his vision was so blurry. He reached up to his eyes and weakly felt at his face confused.
"It's alright, darling, I 'az your glasses. We didn't want them to get broken, oui?"
Alfred lifted his head out of his hands and tried one more time to look around. Why was he in a limousine with France and England? The last thing he remembered was feeling kinda out of it today but he just chalked it up to not being completely well after last week. He nodded at France then looked to Britain who only
Sunset MomentsIvan searched the empty streets for hours; he was just about to give up when he finally found who he was looking for. He walked over and stood behind Alfred silently, unsure of what to do next.Sunset Moments3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Alfred didn't notice Ivan as he sat on the beach and stared out at the vast sea before him. He left the meeting early to go clear his head. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't push the thoughts of a certain Russian nation out of his mind. Was he imagining the lingering looks Ivan had been giving him lately? Just the thought of Ivan returning his feelings thrilled him and made his heart race. Yes, it had to be his imagination, Alfred assured himself. There was no way Ivan would ever feel that way about him. But the truth was, he had been thinking of nothing but Ivan lately. Alfred sighed frustratedly and lay back on the sand to stare up at the sky.
Ivan remained quiet, still unwilling to disturb Alfred's moment. Instead he watched the pull and push of the endless dance
Born Free 8North American Brotherhood.Born Free 84 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Meanwhile back in North America...
Mathew was beside himself as he paced his house waiting for the signal. Both worry for his brother and hatred for Ivan seethed throughout him as the maddening hours ticked by. Nobody Fucks with the North American brothers and gets away with it. Nobody.
It had been months since anyone had seen Alfred as the bloody war with Russia raged across the U.S. The satellites had been down for days now, leaving Mathew with precious little information to go on. He couldn't even get in contact with his brother Juan. Mathew hadn't heard from him since just after Alfred disappeared. At that time the Mexican nation was still fighting his own war, as the drug cartels plaguing his land had joined together in an attempt to topple the government. Juan had refused help at the time, insisting the problem wasn't that bad and his people could take care of it themselves. Mathew hoped he was right.
Alfred on the other hand The only information
Born Free 15APH HetaliaBorn Free 153 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And drink they did.
They toasted to old friends and to new friends and to the end of war and to the stars beyond. They toasted to dreams of the future and after while they were down to toasting toilet paper, tinfoil, peanut butter, and tube socks yes, tube socks. Having polished off a good portion of Xenia's vodka stash they were now thoroughly toasted themselves, so they decided to take the party outside.
They spilled out of the house giggling like idiots as they stumbled over themselves into the garden. There was one empty little patch in a sunny spot that was the perfect place for Ivan's first planting. Boris staggered over to the spot as Ivan pulled out the velvet pouch and fumbled as he tried to fish one of the seeds out of the bag. Alfred and Gilbert were barely managing to hold each other up as they watched Xenia fill a watering can getting a good portion of the water on the ground in the p
Born Free 10Born Free 10 A Devil with fur?Born Free 104 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ivan looked down at the wolf now standing next to Alfred. Throughout most of Ivan's history, wolves were seen as nothing more than vermin, detestable opportunistic creatures not worthy of mercy or kindness. Its eye color was not lost on Ivan either; clearly this was not a real wolf which made it even more dangerous.
"Alfred, in this country we have lots of stories we tell to our children of what happens when people follow wolves into the woods, and none of them end well!"
Alfred just rolled his eyes, "Ivan, It's not just a wolf."
"Yes Alfred I know, I just heard you call it dad!" Ivan said shooting Alfred an incredulous glance.
Alfred just waived him off, "That was my mistake, he's not dad. I have no idea why or how he's here, but he wants to help us. I can feel it." Alfred said as the wolf pulled his ears back and glared at Ivan.
Ivan debated whether Alfred needed to feel the pipe on the back of his head as well.
Born Free 11Alfred/Ivan Hetalia FanfictionBorn Free 114 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
CH.11 Mathew's journey, and Xenia
Kumajirou was sleeping peacefully by the fireplace, enjoying the warmth and dreaming polar bear dreams, when he felt somebody nudging him.
"Wake up Kuma. It's time to go lazy bear." The polar bear blinked awake and sniffed the air groggily as the soft voice pleaded more insistently, "Come on Kumajirou, I need you to help me find Alfred. You remember Alfred don't ya? Get up already."
The polar bear spirit sat up and looked at who was taking to him. He tilted his head to one side curiously as he stared into the face of his nation blankly. Mathew frowned and tisk-ed in annoyance. "Don't you dare start playing that game again, you know very well who I am!" he scolded.
Kumajirou did know who Mathew was. Forgetting his nation was just a game Kumajirou liked to play. Mathew was so quiet most of the time. Kumajirou didn't like it when his nation was quiet or when other nations failed to notice him. Kumajirou muc
Born Free 18 Eagle's storyBorn free 18Born Free 18 Eagle's story3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hetalia APH axis powers
Cougar took a mouth-full of dirt on her, less than heroic, landing, as the bald eagle flapped her wings and screeched angrily at her. Alfred could hear the voice of the eagle as she began to stuffily read Cougar the riot act, "Graceless, disrespectful little " As she continued Alfred immediately noticed something about her voice. He felt like he'd heard it before. He walked up and grabbed Cougar, who was now half way up the fence post that the eagle was perched on, attempting to swat at the bird with her paws. "Dude, I just wanna play." Cougar whined as she squirmed to get free.
Alfred couldn't help but smile at her. She was so cute, even when she was being a total pest. "Didn't you bring me here to talk to her?" he asked as the cub stilled and looked up at him.
"Yeah, okay already, just put me down!" Alfred let the cub jump out of his arms where she sat at his fe
PruCan: Yorkdale 3After an enjoyable meal at the Pickle Barrel, Yorkdale Mall was closing. On the escalator out of the subterranean restaurant, Matthew admired the small waterfall that spilled out across the archway above. The meal had been content and both men were quite pleased with their afternoon.PruCan: Yorkdale 34 years ago in Romance More Like This
"So how do we get back to the car?" Gilbert asked noticing all the gates being drawn across the shops and stores.
"I guess we'll have to go outside and walk around," Matthew said pointing to the nearest exit.
They walked out the sliding doors and into a group of smokers loitering outside.
"Aw, man. Gross," Matthew said covering his nose with his sleeve, "Do they always have to smoke right outside the mall? I mean, seriously "
"The faster we move, the further we'll get from them I guess," Gilbert said, "Now which way to the car again?"
"Uh " Matthew looked out at the parking lot that was only slightly emptier then when they'd gotten there. "I'm not sure. Well, it's the silver Honda civic
G and A reviews a movieGilbert had made a bet one day that his brother and his boyfriend, Alfred, couldn't make a more popular video reviewing a recent movie, than his video reviewing the same thing.G and A reviews a movie4 years ago in Humor More Like This
He had a feeling that he just lost as he saw the number of views Ludwig and Alfred's Youtube video had gotten. The video opened with the two boys sitting on the couch in Alfred's home. Ludwig was dressed in a black outfit much like the Cinema Snob and Alfred was dressed like the Nostalgia Critic.
"Hello I'm the Cinema Snob," Ludwig announced, causing Alfred to start laughing a few seconds later, "Alfred you're supposed to be following the script!"
"I'm sorry I can't help it...hahahaha....its just the way you said it Luddy!" Alfred tried to explain through his giggles causing the German to roll his eyes, "
"Don't call me Luddy idiot."
"Right sorry. Anyway we got roped into this bet to do a review of a movie and...whats it about?" Alfred then turned to Ludwig, who then signed.
"You mean you haven't watched it?"
Born Free 13APH Ivan, Alfred, Gilbert and moreBorn Free 134 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Born Free Chapter 13 Places where nations dare not tread.
Alfred awoke slowly as the morning sun rudely decided to start beaming on his face. The only problem was he wasn't ready to get up in the slightest, so he snuggled back into the blankets in an attempt to shield his eyes from the light. But to his dismay, he felt someone peel back the blanket, "Alfred, are you awake?"
Alfred closed his eyes even tighter in protest. Who wanted him awake? Unless someone was either bleeding or on fire, was there really any a point to being awake? "Are you're going to sleep the entire day?" the voice said.
"Aw crap" Alfred thought as he finally recognized the voice. It was Ivan. Alfred groaned and covered his head with the pillow and gave a very grumpy, muffled "Yes." from under it.
"Oh well", Ivan said with mock disappointment, "I guess you don't want breakfast then."
Pillows and blankets went flying instantly as Alfred sat bolt upright, "I'm up! I'm up
Born Free 16 Pangaea's MistakeHetaliaBorn Free 16 Pangaea's Mistake3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Alfred, Ivan, Gilbert and more
Gilbert and Alfred had just moved Ivan into bed when it hit. It was as if a jolt of electricity had just shot through their systems. Each nation looked at the others in stunned silence, but each one knew the others had just felt the same thing. Boris was crying and cowering behind Alfred as Ivan groaned heavily in his sleep. The initial shock left behind very subtle tugging sensation. There was something out there in the distant northwest, the direction of Moscow...something bad.
At that same time, deep in the heart of the remote Russian interior, a polar bear started to snarl. Kumajirou and Mathew were resting in a small meadow when it hit them. Kumajirou tried to shake off the unwanted sensation, as Mathew just stared in the direction of Moscow. Just like all the others, they had no idea what has just happened. But he could feel that whatever it was, it wasn't good. It felt as if something had been brou
Classified InformationClassified Information4 years ago in Horror More Like This
The light of the screen was scaring away the darkness, making it hide in the farthest corners of the room. Blue lifeless eyes behind glasses were staring at the screen, moving over the appearing words. Nimble fingers were typing on high speed, not pausing for a moment. Except from these movements the man behind the screen seemed dead. Not caring about what was happening outside, not really caring about what was happening inside either. Just he and his computer, his fingers and the words. He had been thinking and as soon as an idea popped in the little brain of the hard-headed American he had to write it out. He knew himself and his ability to forget things in a short amount of time, so he had no other choice then to write it down. A sigh of relief passed his lips as the last word of his idea was written down. Finally he was done.
He glared at the clock at the wall. It said 3:00 am. He was tired as hell, but he couldn't stop the little, satisfied smile from spreading on his lips. He sav
My Dear America, PrologueIt all happened so quickly, he barely realised what was happening. A stack full of folders in his arms, a mixture of official documents and comics, blocking his view, a stray object lying in just the wrong place at the top of the stairs, and a misplaced step. That was all it took.My Dear America, Prologue3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He went from walking along at an easy swagger to staggering forward, arms flailing wildly out to the sides in an attempt to keep his balance, papers flying everywhere. There was a second of heart-stopping shock, followed by a moment of relief as he managed to regain his balance in his mad stagger down the corridor and then another jolt of pure, honest fear as the floor disappeared from under him and his foot hit empty air instead of carpet and he was sent careening down the stairs.
He fell awkwardly, head first, left shoulder hitting a step, rolling forward, legs flying over his head far too fast. He yelped, shoulder throbbing nastily in a way that meant it was sure to bruise magnificently, everything