Playmates Part 7 EndThe boys quickly made their way into the kitchen; one giggling to himself, while the other followed along not quite as enthusiastically. America dropped Canada's wrist to run off on his own, as soon as they reached the middle of the room. Canada, who was very glad the running had stopped, stayed in place to catch his breath. Also very glad to get his arm back, he rubbed his wrist where America had been squeezing it.Playmates Part 7 End4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Meanwhile, America's bare feet pattered their way up to a table in the kitchen. Once beside the table, America began jumping up and down. With every little jump, his eager eyes would peak over the top of the kitchen table and search for England's cookies. His sharp, baby blues finally caught sight of the treats resting on a tray at the opposite end of the table.
Canada still had his own eyes on his wrist. He had not been paying any attention to his bo
Transcendence 1France/UK/Can/USTranscendence 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
AU!Hetalia: Medieval and magical.
Warning: Contains parental/teacher-apprentice discipline.
Now that Alfred was fifteen, he'd been given his own study. For some reason Arthur thought this was a big step in the boy's progress, but Alfred was noticeably nonplussed about this. For one it was a relatively small room, about ten by ten. There was enough room for a desk in front of the window, a bookshelf to the left, and a table to the right. Above that table many diagrams had been drawn with ink on paper, detailing everything from runes to the very creation of arcane circlesthough Alfred couldn't do it yet, it was essential to know how in order to use them properly. That was the hope, anyway. 'A master of magic can one day create his own circles, pull his spells straight from the other side and shape them to do just as he likes.' That's what Arthur had said, though he'd avoided the topic when Alfred had become too interested.
What was too interested anyway!
Kindergarten Angst Ch. 1Germany, Japan, and Italy sat around the fire on the beach. While Ludwig sat quietly with Honda talking in quiet whispers, the extremely lazy Feliciano slept peacefully on a bamboo mat that Japan had brought for all three which was sprawled out on the sand.Kindergarten Angst Ch. 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Waiting that's all it had come down to these past couple of weeks. The three Axis Powered nations were working steadily on trying to take over the Allied Forces, but sadly nothing had changed. They hadn't eaten much, tempers were flared between Germany and Italy, most of it being Italy's fault, and Japan trying always to make the peace so they wouldn't kill each other, something needed to be done. Poking a stick into the fire, Ludwig looked over at Honda.
"We need to do something. Those swine think that because there are more of them than of us that they will dominate? Nein I will not let this happen, let's just see how we can handle ourselves." He spat in the fire, as it was already starting to die down.
Vati!GermanyxReader - Last Night's Party[Warning: Contains parental discipline of a 16-year-old girl.]Vati!GermanyxReader - Last Night's Party3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
One morning, you awoke on your living room couch to find your house in disarray. "What the Hölle?!" You shouted, wondering what had caused such a terrible mess. There were plastic cups all over the place, food on the floor and walls, and various pieces of small trash EVERYWHERE. Noticing you were already wearing day clothes, you figured it out. "Oh yeah...That's right." You facepalmed, remembering the giant party you had thrown the night before. You dad was gone at a world meeting for the night, so you invited all of your friends from school over to hang out. After a while, though, your guests started getting a little too wild, and you lost control over them. You watched helplessly as they tore your place to shreds. Five hours later, everyone finally calmed down and you sent them all home. With nobody left in the house, you crashed on the couch, too exhausted to make it to your bedroom.
"Aw, man..." You sat up and
Keep HimAbridged Excerpt from The Chibi Prussia DiariesKeep Him4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Year ?? B.A. (Before Awesome-and the "Before" is important!)
Entry title: Keep Him
Please read the description for more information. You might not fully understand this, otherwise.
"Does this belong to you?"
Germania turned to face the familiar voice, annoyedbut also a little curious. He wasn't sure what the Roman Empire could have that belonged to him. Germania froze when he saw what it was. The strong blonde, who prided himself on his ability to keep his true thoughts and emotions hidden from his enemies, paled visibly at the sight before him (and he wasn't sure if it was from shock, anger, frustration, embarrassment, or a strange mix of all four). For there stood Rome, looking very angry and irritated as he held the "item" out to his European neighbor. The tanned Empire's brow was furrowed u
Transcendence Prolog 1AU!Hetalia: Medieval and magical. This is a little AU drabble was started for Arkham as promised, and became something much more. I got carried away, as I often do.Transcendence Prolog 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warning: Contains parental/teacher-apprentice discipline.
Eleven year old Alfred was an inquisitive one. His parents had always known that about him, and when his innate skills had come to light they had been terrified. When he was seven he had conjured a little flame, which had in turn set fire to the house. No real damage had been done, but it had been enough. They dropped him off in front of a grand house, a letter clutched tightly in his hand, his clothing as filthy as the boy that wore them.
The man who owned the house was a peculiar one with a reputation for his own skill. Alfred knew nothing of it. But the man had taken him inside, read his letter and given such a look of sadness that Alfred had hugged the man's legs tightly and told him not to cry. His parents had left him, even little Al knew that, and he w
Child!Germany x Prussia : Its Okay To Be AfraidChild!Germany x PrussiaChild!Germany x Prussia : Its Okay To Be Afraid3 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was a stormy night and Prussia sat on the couch flipping through TV channels trying to find something interesting to watch. "Why is there never anything interesting on TV on Sundays?" Gilbert said throwing down the remote and crossing his arms. He had just put little Ludwig to bed and just wanted to relax a little before he had to do the same but apparently that wasn't going to happen. Craning his neck he looked at the clock that read 12:23. "Fine, I guess I'll just go to bed " he said with a frown as he got up and walked upstairs to his room "I have to do stupid work tomorrow anyways."
He had just climbed into bed and closed his eyes when he heard a blood curdling scream come from Ludwig's bedroom. Quickly the silver haired nation jumped up and ran to his little brother's room. Never in his life had he heard Lud
Arthur of the ForestArthur of the ForestArthur of the Forest3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A/N: All explanations of the mythology will be in the description.
At the edge of the world, not the physical world, but the one that sits at the very fringes of the imagination, one that shows itself to a select few, one that teases the human brain with fantastic images and colors, is a forest. It's a special forest, the gateway to this other world, the Faerie world, that most can only dream of. There's only one way in: by invitation.
They say the call to enter the forest is a strange one. It's something that whispers directions in your ear to call you to the edge. There are lights that nudge you to the brink, tempting followers with beautiful lies and shimmers. But those whispers can never push you to take that last step. Only those that crave the other world can see it, join it, make the final step. It's a leap of faith: crossing over into the other world is to step into a void that one cannot see. For Alfred F. Jones, a bored ma
NothingGilbert was dead.Nothing4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Ludwig couldn't get over it. It had only been a month since Prussia was dissolved and his brother had simply died, but Ludwig already knew it would never be okay.
His brother hadn't died immediately; it had taken a week for him to die. Gilbert had become horribly ill. Shivers, heat flashes, aches, fever... sometimes he coughed so hard there was blood. Ludwig felt responsible, and took care of him to the best of his abilities, but Gilbert seemed content just to have him stay with him through the night.
The whole time, they both knew he was dying, and Ludwig felt awful then, but it wasn't until he woke up lying in bed next to his brother's unmoving body that the full weight of depression finally sank in, leaving him ragged and hollow.
There was a funeral service. Not a very big one, but nearly everyone attended. Even Roderich, normally with bitter resent aimed at the former nation at the best of times, had been there, and though he looked composed, Ludwig thought he saw
An American Twilight - Doomsday PrologueAn American Twilight: Or, A 1983 Doomsday Tale through a Nation's EyesAn American Twilight - Doomsday Prologue3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Undisclosed location outside Washington D.C. 26 September 1983.
"Mr. Jones?" one of the military officers in the control room muttered, his voice barely audible amidst the alarms. "NORAD...their last transmission said that there's no way to stop the nukes."
Damn you, Ivan... America sneered in his head he attempted give an assuring, though somber smile. "How much time do we have, Captain Richards?"
"About 10 minutes at most, sir. Possibly less. President Reagan should be far out of D.C. by now. But I can't say the same for everyone..."
The middle-aged man kept droning on in forced professionalism as the panic all around them gradually turned to exhausted, silent resignation. Before them, the screens displayed ominously glowing lines and dots moving ever closer to their targets. As Alfred tried to straighten out the bomber jacket he still had on over his suit, he recalled something on what his s
A New GuardianCanada would never forget that day. The day that France had returned home beaten and bandaged. The day that France looked so defeated and out of character, that Canada almost didn't recognize him. The day that France, Canada's beloved big brother, looked down at him, sadly and said those horrible words:A New Guardian4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"I am sorry, Canada, but you no longer belong to me."
The toddler didn't understand. How could he? What is a child supposed to think when his guardian says something that crazy?
"W-what do mean, mon frère?"
The wounded man smiled a sorrowful smile down at the tiny boy. He knelt down at the boy's level. France held his arms out to Canada. The boy hesitantly walked forward until France clutched him, gently by his little arms. France's cheerless smile never left as he tenderly stroked Canada
APH: "Never Forget" Fic~Never Forget~APH: "Never Forget" Fic4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One hundred and thirty-six years ago, he and his country had signed the document of charges against King George and embarked on the road for liberation. Seven years later, he forced his former father and master to acknowledge that American independence was no longer a dream.
Seventy-eight years after that, the still young United States of America had nearly fallen apart.
It was a hard realization to swallow.
Standing before the mirror, tying his black tie, Alfred looked at the results of everything that had happened up until this moment. Almost fifty years had passed since 1865, but even so the gruesome war of countrymen tearing each other apart had taken its toll. He was still thinner than before the war, still a little paler and his eyes a little more solemn. His heart still pained him now and again, and sometimes he found himself unable to breath under the weight of the hate between what had once been two divided sections of his being. He still had nightmares o
'anks bwother'anks bwother4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Scotland rubs his eyes sleepily, not sure about what the hell has just woken him up, but his mind is too fogged with sleep to deeply ponder about it.
He yawns, motionless in his bed - and as he listens to the silence of his room the quiet sound of muffled sobs reaches his ears, answering his unspoken question.
Scotland sighs, threading a hand through his messy red hair in a tired fashion, trying to will his eyes to stay the fuck open.
It's usually up to Wales to deal with little England when he wakes up crying in the middle of the night, but tonight both him and Ireland are not home, so he's technically in charge of the brat.
Needless to say, the thought doesn't thrill him very much.
For a moment he entertains the idea to leave him be, but the thought of what mother-hen Wales would do to him if he discovered that he has ignored England's distress makes him move, although rather half-heartedly.
Scotland tosses the covers aside, untangling himself from the sh
APH:England - Royal InviteArthur Kirkland let an incredibly broad smile cross his lips, a pleasantry he hadn't allowed himself in years. Dressed in a finely tailored suit, light grey with a forked tail, a crisp white white underneath and a royal purple tie under his collar the Englishman watched with tears pricking in his emerald eyes as the Royal procession headed down the streets of his capital. The wedding carriage was perhaps the most grand of them all: fabulous golds and reds, strong muscled black horses pulling it along, their heads adorned in strings of jewels and pom poms.APH:England - Royal Invite4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"She looks absolutely beautiful" England spoke softly, in awe of this woman that was now as much of his Monarchy as any of the Windsors'. Catherine's dress had been stunning: a lovely white with a flowing train behind it, intricate lace delicately encasing her arms and shoulders. A veil of what looked like silk fell down her back over her long chestnut brown locks.
Her Majesty the Queen Elizabeth II, dressed in a sunflower yellow a
Your New Nekoloid: England (Iggycat)Your New Nekoloid: England (Iggycat)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Burden Ukraine_Russia[Warning] Contains sibling discipline!Burden Ukraine_Russia4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ivan hesitated outside the door for a long while. He fidgeted with the end of his scarf all the while, one hand pulling away to reach for the door handle only to pull it back. His breathing was shallow, chest aching with every inhale. His heart was thumping so loudly that it pounded in his ears. His hand moved towards the handle again, fingers closing around the cold metal. It squeaked a little as he turned it slowly, and the sound startled him so much that he froze. Letting go, the hinges on the door creaked as it opened about an inch. Everything was quiet for a few breaths before a feminine voice came from inside the room. "H-hello?"
"Mm ! I-it's me "
"Oh, Vanya! Don't stand outside, come " She paused as the door creaked open further, her younger brother slipping inside. Her eyes widened as he closed the door behind him, his eyes averted to the side. His coatthe scarf They were both stained with blood. It
EnglandXReader - Englishman in New YorkEnglandXReader Songfic Englishman In New YorkEnglandXReader - Englishman in New York3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on one side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I'm an Englishman in New York
You smiled as Arthur walked along beside you. The two of you were in a place Arthur had never thought he'd visit, New York.
"I can't believe you're actually here!" you laughed as you smiled even wider.
Beside you, Arthur let a small smile graze his lips, "I'm here for only one reason love " he whispered.
You were currently running further ahead; taking in all the sites of the city, which had led you to miss what he had said.
See me walking down Fifth Avenue
A walking cane here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk
I'm an Englishman in New York
The crisp morning air blew your (h/l) (h/c) hair in your face and you sighed blissfully as you watched the people hurrying by. It was a gorgeous day in New York; not to hot and not to cold.
"So we've seen the Statu
Doodling on England*Read the description below if you are confused, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*Doodling on England4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was getting late in the day, approximately six thirty in the evening. Dinner had been a delightful and fulfilling event with the two younger nations of America and Canada. England, the devoted older brother wanted a wonderful life for his two younger brothers. He had every intent of having them grow up into two influential nations, but it was going to be a long road, as the "child nations" were only around the age of four.
The house staff cleaned up, and the two children were taken to the night nursery to play. England stayed back sitting at the table with a restful cup of tea. These were the moments he enjoyed because it was quiet, but he always needed to wonder what the two boys were up to. They had followed the maid, named Francine up the stairs nosily talking back to one another about random things and activities. She arrived t
Philosophy of Life: PrussiaXReader"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body," Gilbert told you, "But rather to skid in sideways Beer in one hand Pizza in the other!"Philosophy of Life: PrussiaXReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You frowned. If he was trying to convince you to take a risk and do what he was proposing, he was doing a poor job of it. His philosophy of life may work for him but you were different from him. You didn't risk your life to enjoy it. You knew limits and boundaries that even he seemed to laugh at. Danger didn't seem to register in his mind, nor did fear. It was a trait that could get him killed some day. You weren't willing to risk life and limb for just a bit of fun when you could have just as much fun doing other things, that didn't involve a possible trip to the hospital, or the morgue, should anything go wrong.
"Why am I not surprised you think like that?" you asked.
"Because you are starting to learn from my awesome!" he proclaimed.
"Unfortunately for you, I a
Caught In a Shit Storm Part 1: SpainXfem!RomanoBreathe in and breathe out. The air is fresh. Warm. Comforting. You feel the sunlight beat against your bare skin as it floods through that huge ass window. Your legs are tangled in a torrent of bed sheets and you feel the soft pillow against the side of your head. Your eyes are closed. You're awake, but you don't want to open them. You're too comfortable.Caught In a Shit Storm Part 1: SpainXfem!Romano3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You feel a pair of strong arms around you. Your bare body is pressed up against another, toned, sculpted, perfect. Fits you like a puzzle piece. You breathe in his scent. The faint smell of fresh tomatoes soothes you and a smile finds its way onto your lips. You love this. This is where you belong. Here. In bed. In his arms.
Last night was fucking fantastic. There were no words to describe it. All passion. All love. All lust. The kisses. The touches. The erotic thickness of the air. And now you're here. On this summer morning. You feel his heart beat steadily as he breathes in and out. He's still asleep. You bite your bottom lip out
Just Like the Cats - FrUK"Francis, your stupid cat keeps shedding all over everything," a grumpy Brit huffed as he picked a few long, white cat hairs off of his sweater.Just Like the Cats - FrUK3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"It is your own fault, Arthur, for wearing those ugly things you call 'sweaters'. Per'aps my cat is doing you a favour and trying to force you to get rid of them, yes?"
"Maybe your stupid cat is trying to get himself kicked out. Don't you ever comb him?"
"Of course I do! Do I look like a man who does not take care of his cat?"
"You sure as hell look like a man who doesn't take care of his stupid stubble," Arthur mumbled to himself under his breath.
"At least I do not glue caterpillars onto my face and claim they are my eyebrows," the Frenchman sang out. Seriously. It was like the man had super-hearing or something.
"Stop it with talking about my fucking eyebrows... of all things..."
"Shh, Arthur!" Francis stepped forward and placed his index finger against the other's mouth. "Not in front of the children!"
Arthur grunted and bit the old
Hetalocked chpt 1Hetalocked chpt 13 years ago in Humor More Like This
Downtown London was a busy place always, it didn't matter the weather or the time of year, the streets were filled with buggies, horses and sellers of wares.
Mister Kirkland had business south of town and decided to make it an outing, they, his two wards matthew Williams and Alfred Jones, walked as was Mister Kirkland's preferred method of getting about. He always felt it was the best for ones health.
Once they reached the office of a particular Lawyer that Kirkland needed to see he turned to Mister Williams and Mister Jones.
"Right then, this business of mine may take some time, I wont bore you with details, and I don't need your assistance in this particular matter. "He then handed them each a folded paper. "Here are some items that we are running low on, see if you two can manage them before I am finished here, and we will meet up by the flower shop at noon." he said giving them the specifics.
Though partly cloudy on this particular day the streets of
Cause I'm Drunk And I Miss YouDu 'Cause I´m Drunk And I Miss YouCause I'm Drunk And I Miss You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gilbert staggered forward on the street, just enough drunk to not be walking steadily but conscious enough to not fall and be able to at least walk. He tried to take in the environment, where the hell was he about to go? He couldn´t just storm into West's house. The blonde German had specially told him not to enter his house today, since Feliciano would come over and Gilbert had a pretty fine guess of what sort of things would happen at West's house tonight.
So, anyway, West's place was big no no.
But rather than Ludwig's house, he wanted to go to Roderich's place. But that was even bigger no no.
'Cause the Austrian had kicked him out, and it was because of that Gilbert now was staggering through the streets after a night of intense drinking.
And his head was to foggy of the alcohol he couldn´t come up with another place to go than these two. And he wasn´t welcome in either of them.
But what the hell. He was a
Neko-Sweden and Neko FinlandxReaderNeko-Sweden and Neko-FinlandxReaderNeko-Sweden and Neko FinlandxReader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So many caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaats.
You tapped your foot in frustration. How could such a small room hold so many cats?
Which cat...... How could something so simple be so difficult? Did that even make sense?
You remembered a slight problem. Your son.
Geez, you didn't want to bring home a cat that would scratch or bite him.
"Um are there any cats that don't mind kids?" You scratched the back of your head, surveying the assortment before you.
Elizabeta nodded, "We have Berwald and Tino." She pointed at a chair. On it sat two cats, a small beige one and a rather intimidating looking, big gray-blue cat. "Tino is a really sweetheart. He loves people, especially little kids. Berwald doesn't really interact that much with people, but he can be really affectionate when he wants."
You stared at both cats. Berwald glared back. Geez.
"Um could I have Tino?" The smaller cat defiantly looked kid friendly. Elizabeta nodded and re