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
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
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. 13 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.
Child!Germany x Prussia : Its Okay To Be AfraidChild!Germany x PrussiaChild!Germany x Prussia : Its Okay To Be Afraid2 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
Transcendence 1France/UK/Can/USTranscendence 13 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!
Vati!GermanyxReader - Last Night's Party[Warning: Contains parental discipline of a 16-year-old girl.]Vati!GermanyxReader - Last Night's Party2 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
Arthur of the ForestArthur of the ForestArthur of the Forest2 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.Nothing3 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
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 England3 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
Transcendence Prolog 2AU!APH: Magic and medieval.Transcendence Prolog 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warning: Teacher/apprentice discipline.
Arthur was a secretive man. Alfred supposed it was a little cliché, considering the man was a Well, he wanted to call him a wizard, but the truth was he was simply a magic user. A mage? Ah, to hell with titles. He had enough books to be a wizard, and Arthur was constantly reading. He kept the most important, most powerful books up on the top shelf where they were out of reach. He taught Alfred very little, which was of course frustrating to no end. Alfred wanted to learn magic too! He was fifteen now, and he knew little more than how to make a few potions, call small elementals, make things move That last one had been the most fun yet, once he learned to do it right. Those glowing letters and words? Those were like rules and guidelines. You could even set them on a 'timer', which is how they could clean at set times, and only some areas.
Pity he couldn't use this knowledge. Arthur forbid him to cut c
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 Invite3 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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- 3lbs of dry cat food
- 5 cans of wet cat food
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- One collar
- A Scratching post
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Wakening Your Nekoloid
Wakening your England Nekoloid, or Iggycat, is very easy; just give his chin or behind his right ear a gentle scratch and he will happily activate.
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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 13 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
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
'anks bwother'anks bwother3 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: Do Not Poke*Read the description below, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*APH: Do Not Poke3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Standing with his face to the wall, there were little sniffles heard. Germania looked over to his eldest. The runt had gone ahead and done something that irritated him. He received a small little lecture, and now Gilbert was standing for the remainder of his punishment. He turned and looked over to his Vati who was chopping something, while holding little Ludwig. Sensing the boy looking at him, Germania set down the knife.
"What is it runt? You know you are supposed to be staring at the wall." The child in his arms was fidgeting, and this was also going to set off the nation. "Ugh Ludwig you need to stay still Mein Kleiner. I am almost done and "
The child was fussing still, and the elder nation had no other choice but to let him down, where the boy would most likely just sit on the floor. Seeing as this is exactly what the child di
Kindergarten Angst Ch. 6Germany stared with his cold blue eyes at his older brother. The look radiated throughout Prussia's body, and even though he was older, he could not let himself get brave at the moment to defend himself. Smiling nervously and biting back his lip he stayed a fair distance away from the prying hands of Germany.Kindergarten Angst Ch. 63 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Germany looked over at the children playing quietly. He had not wanted to raise his voice because they were so content, and anything with raised voices might set them into hysterics. Glaring at Prussia still, he extended a finger, and made a come hither motion. Prussia waltzed over to him, and stood by the table safely across the table.
"So you are aware of this this powder? Tell me where did it come from dearest Bruder of Mein?"
Nervously clasping his hands together. His red eyes looked everywhere except for Germany's. His voice cracked and he eventually responded.
"It was a long time ago Ludwig I found it at some gypsies' cart way back when
Magical Mischief: Part One*Read the description below, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*Magical Mischief: Part One3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
England sat on the couch in the library. For the greater portion of the morning, him and little Alfred were reading stories and learning about certain things the boy would have to know about his future as an older nation. Arthur looked down at Alfred. The boy asked a question a moment ago, and wanted to know about chants. He had managed to find out some secrets about his older brother, and his magical past. He also knew about his brother being a pirate, having seen pictures hidden away in Arthur's study.
Slightly scratching the side of his head, England tried to see his way around it, because he really did not want to get involved into curses with the little boy. Arthur's days of being a pirate were not to be relived, and the chants and curses those were to be buried as well. He cleared his throat and responded to the child's question.
Kindergarten Angst Ch. 9Ludwig looked at the gypsy. He did not know what to think because all this time he had been wondering what the hell was to become of the two children, and he did have some rather interesting questions about why he was having these strange dreams, or whatever the hell they were. As he watched her, she smiled down at the children, and then looked into the older nation's big blue eyes.Kindergarten Angst Ch. 93 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Please tell me my Lord what is on your mind, you seem very confused and anxious about something." She twirled her hand in her hair, and batted her eyes. Trying to win the nation over with a charm or something along those lines.
Germany could tell the woman had a sense, after all she was a gypsy, they were a semi magical people. As he cleared his throat to respond, Italy started to play with certain things on her cart, and giggled a little. Germany looked down, but did not say anything as he was entirely too focused on a remedy.
"I need to know an elixir or something that will help change a child to an
Carry Me Home*Read the description below, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*Carry Me Home3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wang Yao stood in his kitchen stirring some soup he had prepared for himself and his little brother Honda. He cleared the stray hair out of his eyes, while the rest of it sat in a low pony tail. Known more formally as the nation China, Wang hummed to himself. The aroma of the Geng was permeating throughout the house and making some little nation in the other room not focus on his assignment. Japan was told to work on some numbers and letters.
Sprawled out on the floor on a futon mattress, little Honda who wasn't more than five years old was working on his Kanji, or he was supposed to be. He was not enrolled in school yet, but China was very adamant about the nation learning at an early age, and thought education was of extreme importance. It was key to him, and if he could learn at an early age, so could the little nation.
China took the spoon fro
EnglandXReader - Englishman in New YorkEnglandXReader Songfic Englishman In New YorkEnglandXReader - Englishman in New York2 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
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
APH: "Never Forget" Fic~Never Forget~APH: "Never Forget" Fic3 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
12 Days of Hetalia + 112 Days of Hetalia + 12 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hetalia Christmas Song!
By: Alex (me) and Steph (owlhead20)
On the 1st day of Christmas Germany gave to me:
A Prussia in a pear tree
On the 2nd day of Christmas Italy gave to me:
Two bowls of pasta
On the 3rd day of Christmas Japan gave to me:
Three katana swords
On the 4th day of Christmas England gave to me:
Four boxes of scones
On the 5th day of Christmas America gave to me:
FIVE BIG MACS!!!
On the 6th day of Christmas France gave to me:
Six bottles of wine
On the 7th day of Christmas Russia gave to me:
Seven faucet pipes
On the 8th day of Christmas China gave to me:
Eight panda bears
On the 9th day of Christmas Romano gave to me:
Nine pieces of pizza
On the 10th day of Christmas Spain gave to me:
Ten ripe tomatoes
On the 11th day of Christmas Switzerland gave to me:
Eleven sniper guns
On the 12th day of Christmas Canada gave to me:
Twelve maple hugs
Plus 1 more (me: wait, what =.= )
On the 13th day of Christmas the BTT gave to me:
Thirteen bad touches!
Merry Christmas everyo