Dreaming of You
Dreaming of You
Late at night when all the world is sleeping, I stay up and think of you...
The moon shone high in the sky one night, letting it's gentle rays shine in the face of a sleeping young man. Unable to properly sleep, the man opened his eyes to reveal red crimson eyes. He blinked a few times before sitting up on his bed and streching out his sore limbs. A yawn escaped his pale pink lips as he looked around his room almost as if he was looking for something.
Gilbert sighed and scratched his head, feeling the soft silver hair through his fingers. He threw the covers off his body and got out of bed. Looking sleepy, he walked to his bathroom to relieve himself and came back to his room, thinking of a certain event that had changed his life.
And I still can't believe that you came up to me and said I love you.
Blue eyes flashed through his memories as he opened his room window and rested his hands on the window pane, staring out into the darkness.
Only a few days ago
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Do you remember those days when I would come home all beaten and wounded?
Remember when you would cry and ask me not to return to the battlefield?
I told you that I had to return because it was my job to kick those unawesome bastards' asses.
You would sniffle and wipe your eyes, saying that it wasn't good for me to have that smelly and stick red juice coming from my skin.
Remember the day I, as a nation, was dissolved?
I remember seeing you cry quietly and hope that I would come back and hug you again, laughing about the idiots on the battlefield.
Do you remember the fact that I came back but faded before your eyes?
You were in your teenage years back when that happened. You promised to not cry but even so you did.
Remember the last words I told you?
"Ich liebe dich..."
"Ich liebe dich auch, Preuben."
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"Promise me you'll never leave."
"Lukas, that is a selfish promise that I cannot make."
"Why not? Are we not lovers? Is it fair to me that you disappear every time someone calls my name?"
".... Have you not realized why I must do that?"
"Amuse me. Enlighten me with your oh so mysterious reasons of leaving me with that loud Danish boy."
"I am not real, Lukas...."
Lukas woke up with a jolt and began to breathe heavily. He held his chest that was rising and falling quickly and clenched his white night shirt and realized he was sweating. Shaking his head from his nightmare, Lukas threw the covers off his body and got out of bed.
The words from his nightmare echoed in his head. Beautiful shining turquoise eyes flashed in his mind, making him stop in his tracks and gasp as he saw the silver hair that he loved to touch and caress.
Clenching his fists, Lukas shut his eyes tightly and whispered to himself to calm down. He shook violently as memories of those eyes flashed in his m
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As I finished packing, I looked at Mr. Puffin. "Are you coming with?"
"Okay." That was probably for the best.
I got on a plane and flew to my brothers home. Norway picked me up at the airport. The ride home was quiet, but that was okay.
When we got home Nor showed me my room (even though I already knew where it was from the other tomes I had been here.) Then he left me alone to unpack.
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After I finished, I went down and ate supper with Norway.
"What's up?" Nor asked me.
"Not much." I said. "I've been making friends with more nations."
"The usual." Which I translated to mean Sweden and Finland were still arguing over if Finland was Sweden's wife
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No one expected this.
In the middle of a world summit meeting, no one expected to see two rival countries kiss. They never thought that they would see the day when Turkey and Greece would fall in love.
It was the randomest thing that has ever happened during a world meeting. Even more random than the Valentine's Day incident with China and big teddy bear that had a tag with Japan's name on it.
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Many were a little disturbed by this su
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― John Lennon
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My legs can't hold me up much longer, and I know that, I keep running anyway. I try to run faster, but my breath is being lost fast. My feet start to lag and I trip over them, falling on my face. There's no way I'm escaping now, I'm a goner, I still try to keep going anyway. As I scramble to my feet, I turn to see the monster chasing me.
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This story is based on the Hetalia Cosplay video "Untill the Day I die", preformed by VandettACosplay on youtube. I absolutely adore their Hetalia CMV videos. They also allow others to write stories based on their videos so this is what my story is. All credit goes to VandettA though. If you haven't seen it you re really missing out because it is awesome, you can watch it here:
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Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart
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Once upon a time, in a kingdom high in the green hills lived a brother and sister.
The Prince and Princess.
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He refused to give away expensive food to the townspeople, saving it all for himself and his sister.
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France thought for a moment. Canada...? Oh! Canada! "Mi amor, I completely forgot!" He said, smiling at him.
Canada rolled his eyes. 'What's new?' He thought, annoyed. "Papa, I have a problem..." He said sadly.
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Canada sighed and looked at his feet. "I think I love America..." He said quietly.
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Canada looked up, startled. "I said I think... I don't know for sure, Papa," He said slowly.
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