Insane!England x Insane!Reader I sat on the floor in the hospital ward. A few patients sat around me. I came here, with no one who knew my pain, no one understood me. The day I was put in here was the worst of my life. One week later, a new patient came into the mental ward, he had the same problem as me. His name was Arthur Kirkland. About a month ago, he was taken out of the mental ward and put into this place called the "quiet room". He left because he kept having nightmares about the monsters coming to get him every night. I could see what he saw. The monsters were real, and they were attacking him. I wanted to help, but I was too afraid. After he left, I got lonely.. I missed him. A lot. He was the only person that understood me. He told me to call him whatever I liked, so I decided to call him "Iggy". The name suited him, and even though he looked like he hated the name, I continued to call him it. God, I missed him.Insane!England x Insane!Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Two days later, I heard people running down the hallway and a cert
...Do you care?... If you don't care: Stop reading....Do you care?...1 year ago in Personal More Like This
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RussiaxDark!ReaderYou stared bleakly at the peeling whitewashed walls of the mental hospital's room. The walls seemed to be closing in on you, and your breath started coming out in short, panicked gasps at the very thought. Struggling to your feet, you began to punch the walls violently and with all your strength out of sheer anger. You hated it here in the mental hospital. This was the place where nobody ever came out from. You gritted your teeth bitterly, and winced as you felt your knuckles split from the force you were exerting on the solid cement walls. "Damn." You swore, flopping down on the cold, stiff bed. You remembered why you were sent here as clear as day. Your father had been beating you senseless, and you finally had enough of his shit. Picking up a kitchen knife, you had started stabbing him in the arm relentlessly. Naturally, your traitor of a mom called the police when she saw what had happened. You had gotten out of being sent to jail, as the doctors had diagnosed you with schizRussiaxDark!Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rules of the ChatJust a few simple rules, they're mostly comon courtosies to others in the chat.Rules of the Chat2 years ago in Personal More Like This
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Why? Why?Why?3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I can never forget.
The way her hair reflected the soft October sunlight, like fire, dangerous and mesmerizing, terrible and beautiful. The way her wild green eyes flashed with a living rage, with passion. The way she could smile, condescending and smug one moment, and then something truly different, a smile that was real and radiant and genuine. A smile that was brighter than the sunlight that shone on her hair. Sometimes, it looked like the light was coming from her, that the world around here was merely complementary and she was the focal point of it all. She was life itself.
I can never forget who she was back then, so powerful and so strong and so brave. I can never forget how we used to run in the woods, chasing each other, wet leaves sticking to the bottom of our boots and making the forest floor shine green. But not as brightly as her dark auburn curls, not as brightly as the green of her eyes. I can never forget her l
AmeriPan fluff :Hetalia Yaoi:America stared, fear-struck and teary-eyed, down at his friend. His friend, Japan, had become seriously injured then nearly drowned. He was in the hospital, covered in bandages. The younger country kept an eye on the older one, as in the last few days, his health had began heading further and further south.AmeriPan fluff :Hetalia Yaoi:4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Blonde had himself endured some damage, but it was not nearly as bad as the noirette's. The hero tried to live up to his self proclaimed title, helping aid the injured country in very way possible.
As his friend rested, something he himself much needed to do, America sighed, left a note where it would be seen, and left.
The next morning, when the weak country saw his friend was gone, was curious. Then he saw the note, and, upon reading it, his eye's welled up.
This time I will be a hero.
I will be your hero.
Alfred F. Jones."
:HBD: Ti Amo, Te AmoThe world spun as he walked in.:HBD: Ti Amo, Te Amo3 years ago in Romance More Like This
My heart pounded, rapping wildly against my chest as my face flushed. My skin felt hot, and I bit my lip to keep from saying something.
I muttered a curse under my breath. I'd never felt this way before. It was a strange feeling. It was just some guy so why was my body reacting like this?
"Hola everyone! My name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. I'm sixteen years old, and I'm from Madrid, Spain! I hope to get to know you all!"
With a short applause, he sat down a few seats ahead of me. My blush must have darkened as I observed his features.
He was Spanish, with a deep, caramel complexion and a bright smile. He had curly, chocolate hair and striking, emerald eyes that twinkled with happiness and mystery.
I felt like a stupid girl, like I was falling for a guy that was trouble. I swore at myself, but I tried to convince myself that he wasn't a bad guy. The air around him was calming and loving, and by looking at him there was no way he
RoChu- Learning ChineseRoChu- Learning ChineseRoChu- Learning Chinese3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wang Yao sighed heavily, slumping in his chair a little. Across from him, on the opposite side of the dining room table, was a distraught looking Ivan Braginski, the personification of Russia. Laid out in front of the two were many scattered index cards, with Chinese characters, words and phrases on them. Yao was teaching Ivan how to speak, write and understand Chinese after Ivan begged (forced) him to, under what circumstance, he would never know. And being the good nation of China that he was, he agreed. But after many hours of advanced studying, Ivan just couldn't either pronounce a word correctly or make the written character exactly right. Ivan was getting frustrated with himself for not even getting a single thing correct. He wished that everyone could just speak Russian, to make the world a hell of a lot easier. But NO~ God just had to be a Сука about it and make everyone speak different languages!
China sat up and re-arranged the
Make a Wish--FrUK"I hate you."Make a Wish--FrUK3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Looking down at the nation lying in his lap and keeping close, Francis pulled Arthur closer to him before stroking the Englishman's hay colored hair. "I hate you so much, Arthur."
It was cold; the cruel winds were fighting with the rain outside. It was mind numbing; the cave they were in was the only shelter they could take refuge in to hide from the storm--and it was so cold.
Where is the fire? Francis could not even make a spark.
"It is because of you that we are stuck here. It is because of YOU that my life is made out of misery." He continued to stroke Arthur's hair, looking down with eyes that were so emotionless it was deliciously hateful. Moving his hand to graze over the Englishman's body, Francis took the time to look over the wounds and blood covering Arthur's body.
He took his hand back and instead searched for the rise and fall of England's chest to find even the smallest intake of breath, to find even the slightest sign of life in his torn body.
RoChu: Bedtime Story RoChu: Bedtime StoryRoChu: Bedtime Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Once upon a time... In a place far away.. A wonderful prince lived happily with his older brother in a safe, warm home guarded by sunflowers as far as the eye could see...." China started, little Russia sitting in his lap with large violet eyes staring up at the man while the two sat under the stars. "The little prince's name was Ivan and he was such a happy little boy with his entire life ahead of him, aru. And he even would become the king of their home as well." He continued, his long thin finger's tangling themselves in the small boy's silver hair as he told the story and the baby nation bounced."My name is Ivan!" Russia cooed, looking up at China with a large smile that was infectious to the elder. "Shh, Shh, Yes it is, aru. But no more interrupting or you'll ruin the story, okay...?" China asked, the smaller boy covering his giggling mouth and nodding as he relaxed back into the Chine
APH RoChu My Little Sunflower"I can't do this, aru. He won't want to even look me in the eyes after that.." Yao said to himself as he walked around on the snowy ground.APH RoChu My Little Sunflower4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had gone to Russia to find his true desire. Ivan Braginski. They had gottan into a fight a week earlier and haven't said anything to each other since then. It worried Yao, he thought that the Russian truely hated him.
The fight had started when Aruther Kirkland came up and started to flirt with Yao. Ivan knew that the britan loved his Yao, so he got pissed and went over and started scream at Aruther. Then, without thinking, he slapped Yao and ran off. He had felt heartbroken and couldn't bear to be around him any longer. Now the Chinese male has to find Ivan and try to get him back.
"Damn, it is so cold, aru.." Yao said, bringing his arms up to rub his shoulders gently to try and genrate some heat. He had been out here for a good two hours trying to find the Russians place, but he couldn't find it. He had never been to Ivan's house so he would n
Kiss It All Better - RoChu Fan Fic.The cold night air faintly chilled the couples faces as they watched the few glistening stars dance freely above them in the dimly lit night sky. Russia proudly showed a sweet, lighthearted smile as he felt the smaller Nation's arms softly grasp around his waist. He softly chuckled, wrapping an individual arm around the back of his companion in return. They continued to walk down the same Quietly enchanting country road in which they always ventured down, believing it was a shortcut to their small cozy household. Not having the slightest desire to speak or disturb the blissful silence, they just continued to move forwards as they maintained their loving clutch towards each other. The two stopped dead in their tracks as they noticed a dark, lone figure walking towards them.Kiss It All Better - RoChu Fan Fic.1 year ago in Drama More Like This
"Who is that, Aru?" The puzzled nation asked, "No one hardly ever comes down this road but us, especially at night time." Russia squinted his eyes in attempt to make out any slight detail of the strange mysterious ch