Hetawarts: PrologueYou sighed gently lost in thought about how you were here sitting in your seat as the train went along the tracks. You were on your way to school but not just any school. It was a school for the magical and the gifted. This would be your first time there but you would be starting off as a second year because your magic was pretty advanced for your age. You also had a bit of training before even entering the school seeing as how the headmaster was your quote, unquote "father".Hetawarts: Prologue3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He wasn't really your father but you called him that because you felt like he was. No you weren't an orphan or anything, in fact you had two parents but you refuse to speak to them. Why? Simple, they had given you up. As a young child you had no control over your own powers and they were strong for your age. Both your parents who had attended the school and met there decided to ask the headmaster for help in raising you. When this happened though you were only 5 and had been taken to this persons home without bein
EnglandxCanada: BlissOut of the depths of misfortune comes bliss.EnglandxCanada: Bliss3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Canada signed as he trudged on though the rain in his nice tuxedo without an umbrella to hold over his head. He really didn't care though; the soft and gently rain hit his skin so tenderly and comfortingly.
As he walked down the streets to get to his hotel room and just leave to go home after such a dumb world meeting, someone knocked into him, pushing him to the ground, landing him in a puddle and causing his glasses to fly off. And as usual, the person didn't notice.
Canada reached out and grabbed the metal frames in front of him, wiping them on the edge of his jacket before standing himself off and taking the soaked jacket off, slinging it on his shoulder. Now all there was on his was the undershirt with a black tie and his dress pants.
Looking around, he didn't see any of the other nations walking around. Maybe he would be able to find his annoying brother somewhere or even France. He didn't ca
Germany x Mom!Reader- Letters from WarGermany x Mom!Reader- Letters from War3 years ago in Drama More Like This
She walked to the mailbox
On that bright summers day
Found a letter from her son
In a war, far away
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It had been nearly four months since your little boy had gone off to war. He hadn't wanted to but that was the way of the draft. You sighed as you walked out the front door and down your drive way to your small rusted mail box.
The hinges squeaked and you pulled out a handful of white wrapped paper, shuffling through them you noticed mostly bill then one in particular caught your eye. Instead of a stamp there was a seal of the army and fear rose in your throat.
It was either a letter from your son or a letter from the army recounting bad news. Anytime a letter came with that seal you were both hopeful and scared out of your wits. You tore open the letter and saw familiar handwriting.
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It All Started With A Big Bang (Hetalia crossover)It all started with a big bang...It All Started With A Big Bang (Hetalia crossover)2 years ago in Humor More Like This
BANG! The noise that rattled throughout the building. Most of the residents paid it no attention to the noise. They were used to it by now. They knew that somewhere above their heads lived two scientists. Most residents felt sorry for the quieter one who seemed to be stuck with his infamous roommate. They just shrugged and went on with their daily business as if everything was normal. There was normally arguing and other noises of goodness knows what normally going on above their heads. But this time was different, this time it wasn't the two scientists making the noise. They stood at the bottom of the staircase looking up in a very confused manner.
"Leonard... why was there a disturbance from upstairs?" Sheldon Cooper asked. Leonard looked up to him and shrugged. Sheldon quickly turned to him. "There aren't normally disturbances upstairs."
"Maybe a family of wrestlers moved in?" Leonard joked, as he laughed he met Sheldon not approved look.
"This is s
A Sleep Without Dreams Were It Not For Your SongsA Sleep Without Dreams Were It Not For Your Songs3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He would have compared Antonio "to a night without stars were it not for his eyes". Arthur Kirkland wouldn't definitely deny that truth. If one was to tell of his story, it would be something like a different take on the young prince of The Prince and the Pauper. He was born to two proud and well-off English parents, his father being a well-known music producer and boss of a famous company, World Clock Mnemonic; his mother a renowned authoress whose books became bestsellers and a few into theatrical spectacle. His brothers were so good-looking and charming that even celebrities have shook hands with them. Arthur too had his own charm; being the youngest, he had a very unique personality- gentle as a lamb yet sharp as a lion. He was very intelligent and mature; everyone knew his talents, not to mention the princely look. The Kirklands had a huge mansion for a home, what used to be from their also rich ancestors, that was Victorian style and surrounded by foliage, colorfully-painted flow
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
Pirates - SpainxEnglandBEFORE YOU START, JUST FYI, THERES HISTORICAL INFO AND SPANISH TRANSLATIONS AT THE BOTTOM IN THE AUTHORS(Artists?) NOTES!!! (Not that I think any of you will need them)Pirates - SpainxEngland6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If looks could kill, Arthur would be dead five times over from the glare that Antonio was giving him. Arthur held his cutlass up to Antonios neck.
Theres no reason to give me a look like that. I won fair and square.
Fair and square my asno, Antonio said, his Spanish accent thick, You snuck up on me you bastard!
Antonio squirmed, straining his hands against the rope that held them firmly behind his back.
Ive made sure youre not going to wiggle your way out of these ropes. Not after last time.
Antonios glare intensified and he said something in Spanish that did not sound very pleasant. Arthur smacked him across the face and walked out of the small prison that