Parler Francais ... part 1Parler Francais ... part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The world meeting was finally over and the countries were standing around chatting or getting ready to leave as it had been the case for Switzerland before he was interrupted by France getting in his way. The small blonde looked up with an annoyed expression and didn't even bother to form the words 'what-the-hell-do-you-want?' he just said them with the emerald daggers he shot with his gaze. A smirk formed on the flirtatious country before he asked in a low tone in the language they shared:
T'as envie de venir un peu chez moi? "
(Want to come a bit to my place?)
« Pour faire quoi ? »
« Rien d'offensif, mon ami je veux juste papoter un peu en français. »
(Nothing harmful, my friend I just want to chat in French.)
« Invite donc Canada, ce garçon t'aime bien »
(Invite Canada, that boy likes you )
« Du bon français, douce Suisse je ve
Puppet Alp Short StoryPuppet AlpPuppet Alp Short Story6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Once, long ago, in a small town in Deutschland there lived a small girl. The small girl loved toys and dolls and the like. She was very greedy with her toys as well. She would hoard them in her room taking out only one at a time.
One day she passed the toy store with her mother hand spied a puppet in the window, a cute little elf suit with a squared hat. The girl fell in love with the toy instantly and begged, pouted, and threw a tantrum to get her mother to buy it.
The girl played with the puppet all day up till her bedtime and then placed the toy on the headboard of her rooms bedpost. All around her were hundreds of toys and dolls.
The next day the girl awoke and took another toy out to play with leaving the elf puppet all alone. When she returned it was already bedtime so she put the toy up and went to bed.
The next day the toy she had played with was smashed to pieces. The girl was sad but played with a different toy all day. Again the toy was smashed the next day.
It sucks to be you reader insertIt sucks to be you reader insert2 years ago in Drama More Like This
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Marry Me, Mi Tomate Ch 3 SpainxRomanoMarry Me, Mi Tomate Ch 3 SpainxRomano2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~Two Days Later~
"Oh. Mio. Cazzo. Perbacco." Romano realized it finally. Finally he realized it. "How long have I been lying to myself?" I rested my forehead on my hand and sighed. "Antonio...it just had to be you..." Silent tears ran down the Southern Italian's face.
"He probably doesn't feel the same...I always treat him like crap." I thought to myself as I started to sniffle a bit. "He has always card for me. Even when I was a ragazzino to now. He must admire me as a little brother. He probably has never thought of me in such a way." I continued to think only of negative statements.
"Fratello! Spain-Onii-Chan is here, ve!" Italy burst into my room and shouted with glee. I hurried and wiped my face on my sleeve and answered back to him,"Like I care!" But really, why would I care when he would never love me back? Might as well try to forget it and try to move on.
"Romano...are you okay?" Italy's voice instantly became concerned; which was a very rare thing.
"I'm fine! Idiota!" I scoff
Shoot An Arrow into the AirShoot An Arrow into the Air2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eight years had passed already. Arthur was able to count so because his birth date had just passed about a month ago. Well, not that it was much important, but it was his point of reference. He brought his feet to walk slowly amongst the cobbled sidewalks of Barcelona, the iridescent sun pouring its warmth on his fair, pale hair, the heat tingling his neck as well. The houses were painted with playful and charming colors. It reminded him of those Lego blocks Alfred had once always love sticking together, constantly telling him that one day he will be a builder of houses and name that court "Maple town" for his dear brother Mattie, who lived in Canada with another family. The sky was a clear aquamarine embroidered with cotton, and the British man sighed with blissful contentment as he felt the breeze brushing in his nostrils and into his lungs, then back out.
It was this same breeze, he recalled all of a sudden, that his six-year old personage had been surrounded with when he held a si
The Path in the Garden, Ch 1The Path in the Garden, Ch 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Leave a path in the garden so that angels can walk through." -Unknown
Arthur Kirkland and I were very close friends. We met in preschool and befriended each other easily. Ever since then, we did practically everything together: we played sports, made crafts, told stories, threw pranks. And one day specifically, we grew our own garden.
Well, I mean, we tried at least. It didn't turn out the way we pictured, but we were only kids. Flowers were planted randomly and unevenly spaced, mud was splattered everywhere, and half of the grass was dead. We grew it close to a cemetary because neither of our families wanted us to mess with their gardens. We didn't care. Besides, we even had the whole place to ourselves; we could do whatever we wanted there!
When winter came, we hopped around in the snow and made snowmen. Spring would appear, and we watched all of the beautiful flowers bloom again. When summer arrived, we'd bathe in the sun and smell the luscious g
Demons in Disguse Chapter 4 (The Past)Arthur slowly opened his eyes to a path darkened by clouds and rain. The smell of gun power blotted his sense; he knew what this was- the day he died. The year was 1776 and the American Revolutionary War was in full swing. Arthur had once lived joyously in America with a boy he had taken in as a little brother, but with much sorrow, when the war started, Arthur was forced to leave, returning to England to be appointed as a General in the war. After all these years this was the only memory he could still remember to the fullest. He and some of his men slowly walked down the country road making their way to the meeting spot with reinforcements. Arthur looked to the sky, the water pouring from the clouds soaking everyone and everything. Thunder roared and lightning struck; the weather was intensifying to a shocking level.Demons in Disguse Chapter 4 (The Past)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Men, seek shelter! The storm is getting harsh! Take cover in the trees!" Arthur commanded to his men, who slowly made their exhausted ways to the trees to set up camp.
~FrUK~ A Day at the Park~FrUK~ A Day at the Park2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Soft sunlight streamed down from the sky, bathing me in an orangish hue. However, though it provided me some warmth, the light fall breeze was enough to make me shiver and button my jacket just a little higher.
"I should've worn something warmer..." I muttered, speaking to no one in particular as I was alone except for the characters whose story I was currently indulged in. Another small gust of wind fluttered the pages of the book I held in my hands, causing me to curse as I lost my place.
"Damn it..." Sighing, I placed the book down onto the bench I had found myself sitting on, deciding to instead enjoy the evening. The leaves were turning, their green hues changing into bright oranges, reds and yellows of all shades, now beginning to litter themselves along the ground like delicate decorations, giving color to the dying grass. My emerald green eyes strayed away from the trees to note the sky, mel
Whiskey Lullaby USxUKWhiskey Lullaby USxUK2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It had been a long and tiring day for England. He'd just finished with a long meeting. He just wanted to sit down and drink some tea to unwind. When he got home he saw boxes out on the front lawn and the driveway. The sandy blonde boy walked out of the house with another box and England ran to him.
"America, what's going on?" the Brit asked.
"I'm leaving. I'm going on my own path now," said the young country.
"You can't possibly mean that. I mean why would you leave? You have everything you want here," the desperation was clear in his voice.
"Not everything," America replied setting the box down.
England couldn't let this happen so he declared war on his little brother in hopes of keeping him. The battle was long and hard but in the end England still lost his brother. He didn't want him to leave but he just wasn't strong enough to keep him. After the battle, England hardly saw his brother.
Ever since the July day, England would spend the entire night drinking. He'd drink unt
The Forbidden Fruit (APH) Ch.6The Forbidden Fruit (APH) Ch.62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was awake, showered, and dressed by 7:00 am. Ugh It was too early to head over to Arthur's and I didn't want to disturb his new lover. My blood boiled at the thought of the American with him. He was too loud, too stupid, and and . I couldn't think of anything else. I just hated the man. Now what should I do? Maybe a nice meal at a quiet café would be ideal. Yes, that sounded like a great way to start my morning and waste time. Thus I hopped into my car and sped off to my favorite little café.
The café had a decent amount of people already for 7 am, but wasn't overcrowded which was nice. As I approached the counter, I browsed the pastries on display and the menu even though I already knew what to order. Mmm . The canelés looked amazing. My mouth watered just glancing at them. I'll have to order a box, I hope Arthur and his lover wouldn't mind a bit of breakfast.
"Can I help you, sir?" asked the cashier. I glanced u
A Sleep Without Dreams Were It Not For Your SongsA Sleep Without Dreams Were It Not For Your Songs2 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
Vampire Alfred x reader chappy 1Vampire Alfred x reader chappy 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Vampire Alfred X Reader
Chapter 1: Let the games begin: Who the hell are you?
You were heading to first period. Yes, you were a senior of Notio high school. You had a few friends from this school especially one friend known as Arthur Kirkland. He was worried for your wellbeing as he found you passed out when he came into the café to get something he left behind. He found that you had two puncture holes on your neck.
You took your seat in the middle of the high classroom. The bleachers and tables were seated in rows and columns. You sat in the middle where you had could hear the lecture and the teacher could see you easily.
Since you were first in the classroom, you could finish the homework that was assigned to you the night before. You waited for the students that were going to crowd the other seats next to you. The next few students were the ones that you didn't want to see first thing in the morning; the bad touch trio. Francis, the Frenchman of the group, the maj
[APH] GreecexReader - The Vet, Ch. 02[APH] GreecexReader - The Vet, Ch. 022 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Sir. Sir! Wake up!"
"I'm really sorry to wake you, but someone wants to see you." With a big grin on your face you hold up the fully healed cat to the half-awake man. The cat immediately jumps onto the man's lap and claws at his shirt. It takes a few seconds for the man to register what is going on but his face eventually lights up and he scratches the cat behind his ears excitedly.
Looking up at you, he exclaims in his calm attitude, "Wow. Thank you so much!"
You respond with a smile, "He is a lucky fellow! I almost lost him once but I think your faith made him stronger," you sit next to him and swing your finger at the cross hanging from his neck, "so I should be thanking you!" It truly was a miracle how that cat survived. It's an even bigger miracle how he's this energetic!
The man smiles at you and you smile back, however there was something about the way he looked at you right now that caused you to blush and look down at your feet. Plus, his eyes are an irresistible deep
England x TeacherReader: Just like tea...England x TeacherReader: Just like tea...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Good morning hahh sorry I'm late class." You were late, again. The whole class began to laugh at how your hair was out of place, your button up dress shirt was barely buttoned up that your cleavage was slightly exposed, and your lipstick was a bit messed up. "So open your books"
"So miss (Last name), how come you're always late?" your albino student interrupted you "did your boyfriend go hard on you last night you were so tired?" He laughed so hard, he almost fell out of the chair. Cue other students laughing and tearing up!
"If I were to bang you, I'd be so awesome you'd still be asleep!" he, unfortunately, added.
"Tsk, you don't understand the essence of love monsieur!" you were once again interrupted by a certain French. You gulped, feeling your face turn Red. "It's not like that! I" curse your inability to speak faster!
"Kesesese~ So was it the missionary or the doggy?" Gilbert blurted out. You just wanted to slap him right here, right no
RomaniaXReader:Halloween night-Part 1-RomaniaXReader:Halloween night-Part 1-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a cold, damp and windy October day. You are walking home from school and you were so stoked for tonight was not only than Halloween and you had the house all to yourself. While walking home you decided to stop by the store to get some snacks and a movie. As you were leaving the store you felt like someone was following you. You turned around and no one was there. You brushed it off and walked to your house. You went inside and locked the door and set up the security system just to make sure that if someone was following you they wouldn't get any bright ideas. You sat down on the sofa and put in the movie. A few hours later you heard the ding, ding, ding of the clock and noticed that it was going on 10:00 P.M.. You decided to go upstairs and put on your Pajamas. As you were putting on your pajamas you started to hear a faint humming noise. You quickly shut your door and locked it. You crawled into your bed and turned on the TV. You started scrolling through the channles to find s
Les San-PapiersLes San-Papiers3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Neither of the gods dreamed.
At least, Unicron had never known his brother to dream, and Primus was the one much more prone to doing something so downright organic.
That was why Unicron didn't quite understand the dreaming. He knew he was not awake in the normal sense of the word, or in recharge, either. It wasn't a willing act, something else that made him pause for thought, though he didn't try to leave the dream, or analyze it when he was finally pulled from the depths of it.
He didn't even really remember it after the fact.
The god of darkness pushed it aside, into the back of his processor as a one time occurrence, and didn't think about it again for many of a millennium- when his favorite servant was pulled in.
It seemed that the dream had grown a kernel of its own life force, then its own drifting, moving, consciousness... and finally, it had its own tiny, wondrous little world. Without his help, it had learned to draw beings in, those susceptible to the promises of riche
Anthem of The ForgottenAnthem of The Forgotten3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ludwig is not a musical man.
Well... That's not entirely true. He appreciates a tune when he hears one... and has enough sense of pitch to be irritated when Feliciano sings loudly and off-key in his ear. That's just obnoxious.
But no, Ludwig has never really bothered to pursue the musical path; he's always been much more focused on more practical matters, like training and money and keeping things running smoothly. He has nothing against Roderich for devoting so much time to music, though he really does wish the man would take something else in life seriously for once, nor does he hold Gilbert's taste against him.
Though, Ludwig does occasionally look back upon the day Gilbert discovered heavy metal, and shudder. He's had to smack his brother to get Gilbert to hear him far too many times. And that thumping bass just gives him a headache.
Yes, Ludwig is used to Gilbert's irritating bass, his obnoxious guttural, screaming music and the equally grating manufactured techno beats. They've j
UMAP Times We Must Treasure p2~ A Monster in Paris :: Times We Must Treasure ~UMAP Times We Must Treasure p23 years ago in Drama More Like This
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The vibrations Francoeur had been feeling throughout his own body seemed to have sprouted from the ground, alerting other people around him to the sudden change as well. Those vibrations turned into tremors, which steadily escalated into rumbling, and then finally it was as if the entire marketplace was being shook like a holiday snow globe. Paris was falling victim to an earthquake.
Francoeur did not know this. He hadn't the slightest idea what an earthquake was, but he had definitely felt something like it as a flea who lived on the backs of moving, living beings all the time. This topped anything he'd ever felt before. It's like the earth was shivering, and very violently at that! He glanced around at the citizens to see what their reactions were, and it came as no shock to the flea that t
Kirby- Legacy of Meta-KnightThe Legacy of Meta-KnightKirby- Legacy of Meta-Knight11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I've had the honor to stand alongside one of the greatest knights the universe had ever known.
I have watched his rise, his fall, and rode along the currents of his determination.
A determination that nothing could weaken, that would never falter.
He was my leader, teacher, mentor, friend and confidante.
"Who is this knight?" one may ask. Not because one didn't know his name, for everyone knew of Meta-Knight's legacy. No, one may ask because in fact no one really knew who he was. He was stoic, compassionate, honorable, but those only described his behavior. No one knew what motive lay behind his actions, except for me, except for my brethren. We were nothing but four knights expelled from our respective kingdoms for our sheer incompetence. We had nothing, were nothing, until he came.
He didn't need soldiers; he was sublime. Yet in his kindness he took us in, trained us, cared f
FragileFrancoeur always had to be especially careful when they kissed.Fragile3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Lucille, ever confident and strong in nature, was only human. Fragile. A perfect example of man's vulnerability, the singer was to be treated like she was made of glass. Although, he would usually forget that when their lips met.
With his lips on her own, two of his four hands on her waist, and the other pair cupping her cheeks, the very concept of fragility would go out the window. So vivacious and lively, the very thought of Lucille being such a thing as 'delicate' was nigh impossible. But when the realization did return, along with his senses, Francoeur would draw back, embarrassed. The cabaret singer would swiftly chastise him, reminding him once again that there was nothing to be frightened of. She wasn't made of glass, she wasn't going to shatter into a thousand pieces if he held her a bit too tightly, and she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
Francoeur would admit there was indeed a truth to those words, but the t
68 Ways to Annoy Unicron68 Ways to Annoy Unicron:68 Ways to Annoy Unicron2 years ago in Humor More Like This
1) Insist on calling him Unicorn. And go on and on like Transformers Prime Miko about him being sparkly.
2) Call him "daddy" (reference from Prime television series).
3) Ask the Chaos Bringer what he put into his veins to create the Dark Energon that drives everybody into druggies.
4) Remark how the planet eater is so strong for nearly defeating the last Prime... But that "worthless Decepticon leader" kicked his can that he wanted no help from. Tough luck.
5) Make "om nom nom" sounds every time you see him/hear of him.
6) Bring up how the (unlucky number) Thirteen and twin brother Primus defeated his big aft.
7) Ask Optimus Prime if you can see the Matrix and then proceed to chase the Lord of Chaos around with it.
8) Shake your head and inform Unicron how if he had given his servants a chance rather then eating them and hardly giving them instructions (but to fetch an army, a body, and the Matrix that you cannot kill him with durr) things MIGHT have end
Stargazing -- GerItaIt had taken all day (or rather all evening, since they had not begun their trek until well into the afternoon) to work their way through the forest trail. The way the warm sun dappled the greenery around them with spots of light as it slowly set over the horizon was stunningStargazing -- GerIta3 years ago in Romance More Like This
that is, would have been stunning, if there wasn't an exhausted and fidgety Italian latched onto Ludwig's arm (and one that was very vocal about his condition, no less).
"Ludwig, are we there yet? I'm tired and my feet hurt!" It was safe to say that such statements had become a mantra for the Italian, considering he wouldn't go more than three minutesand Ludwig had timed such occurrences at this pointwithout saying something to that effect.
"Not yet. Just a bit more, I promise." And the German had replied the same way each timenot that it had done much to halt the complaints. Ludwig knew that Feliciano had never been one for hiking. Actually, he was sure most outdoor activities were o
BTTxDepressed!Reader: PrologueBTTxDepressed!Reader: Prologue2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
OH WOW. OKAY, SO, IF YOU COME TO READ THIS, I PROMISE YOU THAT I IMPROVE ON WRITING CHAPTERS LATER ON IN THE STORY. I promise you. So if this idea is interesting to you but the writing is lack, please do carry on reading, because I assure you that chapters get ten times longer and are better written.
c; And do feel free to leave comments on whatever part you're on, I still reply to them!
Today was going to be another great day of school, you just knew it!
You shoved another spoonful of cereal into your mouth, the thought of seeing all of your friends at school again made your heart leap with excitement. Squirming around in your seat, lost in thoughts about having another day at school, you were slightly startled when you felt hands close over eyes.
"Guess whoooo?" A voice called out cheerfully.
You giggled, still a bit shaken from being starled, "Mom, let go silly, I'm trying to eat my breakfast."
She squealed childlishly as she pulled her hands away, "Awh, how did you know, ___