Hetalia Hospital Christmas Magic 1"Mr. Jones," the nurse said. Alfred looked up from his hospital bed and saw the blond nurse come in with his food. "What is it?" he asked. "Well today you are assigned an appointment with Mr. Braginski, since your eating habits are improving" she said. Alfred looked down to his food and ate. If he didn't eat it and keep it down, she would still be here until he did. "If my eating habits are in order, then why do I need any more help?" he asked hoping that she didn't know, and write him of as cured. She looked to him and sighed, " we know about Emily, Mr. Williams told us the first week. She always used verbal abuse to you and you took it. That isn't healthy for your mind or in your case your stomach." She said. Alfred was infuriated, "what! He wasn't supposed to tell anybody, for no reason. None what so ever!" He yelled and flung his food away from him "and this so called eggs and bacon taste like you made it in a Johnny on the spot!" the nurse had to hold him down "Mr. Jones calm yourHetalia Hospital Christmas Magic 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
FrUK - Maybe Part 7 (Part 2)Arthur Kirkland had been staying with Francis Bonnefoy for the grand total of three months. At first it was strained. Beyond tense. France had tried to give Arthur his own space but always seemed to gravitate towards him, checking if he was OK, making him cups of tea when he wasn't asked, making his bed, sneaking into the shower to check he hadn't drowned...silly stuff like that. In all that time there had been no contact from Alfred. Not a single house visit or phone call on France's landline. At first America had been ringing England's phone 24/7, texting, leaving voicemails, the whole nine. It wasn't until France snapped that it stopped.FrUK - Maybe Part 7 (Part 2)4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Much to Arthur's horror Francis had locked the Briton's phone away. It had been a quiet Saturday night in the Frenchman's home, two weeks into Arthur's stay, when the American national anthem started booming (as usual) from England's phone. Emerald had met turquoise and within a second Francis had shot up, leaping on Arthur and fighting tooth and na
Aph (BTT) Bad Touch Trio Babysitters! [Comedy]Summary: The countries all meet up for a meeting,and all of a sudden, France accidentally uses England’s hidden wand and turns most of the countries into their chibi selves! How will the BTT handle being nannies for a day?Aph (BTT) Bad Touch Trio Babysitters! [Comedy]5 months ago in Humor More Like This
England ran around in the world meeting yelling at France, “Bloody wanker! My wand is not a toy! Return it to me this instant!”
France pranced around imitating England, “Look at me! I can summon my unicorn! And the fairies! And the elves! And mint bunny! I’m so magical, I’m so cool!”
Prussia reached over and stole the wand from France, “Let me see zhat!”
He took the wand and ran around with Spain and the wand, pretending to tag him with it. The Bad Touch Trio all ran into the World Meeting room in a laughing line, getting chased by a very angry England.
Germany roared, “WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WORLD MEETING, SIT DOWN!”
Prussia twirled like a ballerina
PerfectionArthur Kirkland was by no means 'perfect', if such a thing did exist.Perfection3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arthur glared at Francis from across the room. Though that gaze would have been enough to deter even the bravest (or perhaps the most foolish) suitors, Francis was never put off. There was something intoxicating about the Brit and chasing him because Francis knew one false move would deal his heart a crippling blow.
Then why did he chase him?
He knew that Arthur wielded a sharp tongue and was not shy about using it either. The weapons in his verbal arsenal included little jibes that would dig under any sane person's skin but Francis wasn't fazed; in fact he delighted in returning the jibes in good humour. Francis simply refused to let the insults hurt him.
He knew that Arthur was damaged. The last time they had met in a battle had been when Alfred had left him. Francis had found the Brit crouched in the muck, rain pounding down around him, riddled with injuries and sobbing wretchedly. Francis had done his best
FrUk Fanfic: Love was a French thing.FrUk Fanfic: Love was a French thing.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Love was a French thing.
It always had been, and, according to Francis, always will be. For as long as he could recall he'd had the ability to spot another person's weak spots, and generally speaking it was the people they cared about the most. A little sparkle glimmering in their eyes when conversing with one another, a small dusting of pink delicately spread across cheeks, a shiver at the touch of another's warmth - time and time again Francis had spotted, and often exploited, that tricky thing known as love. And yet, Francis was frustrated.
For you see, there was one person which Francis simply couldn't figure out. Whenever the two of them talked, albeit not particularly "pleasant conversations" - more like arguing - there was a barrier of past experiences preventing any sort of glint in his deep green eyes. Not once had the Frenchman seen said man blush simply by locking eyes with another - unless, of course, something embarrassing had happened previously (Francis would
Hetalia Hospital Christmas Magic 3:Francis looked at Arthur in both in shock and empathy. "If Arthur cant go then neither will I" he said and looked over at Arthur. The Brit looked at him and smiled. "I appreciate the effort frog but I want you to enjoy your life, don't be shut in here with me, flying mint bunny, and Uni" he protested. Gilbert looked at Matthew and Matthew looked at Gilbert. They had the same expression that said, what in the world did the hospital put in his fruit loops? They both shrugged it off and continue to eavesdrop. Francis looked at him solemnly and patted his arm " I will be your visitor today" he smiled and Arthur looked up to him kindly "thank you Francis, hey you know Tino is over? I wonder what he brought me? He usually brings me something. Mostly books as you can see by my extensive library" he said and gestured at the bookshelf. Francis motioned Gilbert and Matthew to come in "if you want to know what's going on join in the conversation." Francis scolded. Gilbert and Matthew let them in.Hetalia Hospital Christmas Magic 3:2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Viva La Vida FrUKHe used to have it all. He had so much power, he could make anyone crumble at his finger tips.Viva La Vida FrUK5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
With one simple command, he could destroy an entire village. He was so powerful, either people respected him or feared him. England didn't care, it was their fear and suffering that made him feel alive. He wouldn't have it any other way, he couldn't see anyone else with this type of power. They couldn't take it, no, no one else could. Of course, the townspeople would talk amongst themselves, whispering to their friends. Most people thought that he was abusing his power, he wasn't right for the position anyway. Arthur didn't mind, so what if people talked? People would always spread nasty lies about him. Why? Because they were jealous. They wanted his power, they wanted the wealth, the admiration... Who wouldn't want this lifestyle?
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
Arthur walked down the street
[APH] Deep Down - SpamanoSummary: "They had another fight. Fights had become unusually common lately, much to the Spaniard's dismay... Today a line had been crossed." Spamano. Past/AU[APH] Deep Down - Spamano3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Note: Take place in the time period of "Boss Spain and Chibi Romano" AU aging: Spain is 20 and Romano is 17.
"Romano!" Spain tore out the back door, "Romano, wait!"
"Stay the fuck away from me!" The Italian screeched, his voice become hoarse from overuse. He continued to run towards the woods. He had to get away, he needed time to think.
"Por favor Romano, I didn't mean it!"
He kept his back to the Spaniard, "Leave me alone!"
The older brunette froze. When he saw that the boy would not turn back he let out a soft sigh and returned to the house. "¡Estupido!" He punched the wall closest to him, swearing loudly at himself.
Why did that have to happen?
Why did he have to say that?
He sat down in a nearby chair and threw his head i
Falling For YouPairing: PruCanFalling For You3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Matthew Williams' life wasn't all that interesting. Nothing eventful happened to him, unlike his brother Alfred who always had a story to share. No, Matthew's life was boring.
He was seventeen years old; a senior in high school. School life for Matthew was troublesome to say the least. Hardly anyone noticed him; he was constantly ignored and in the halls people would almost always walk into him. In class he managed to avoid being asked a question because the teachers always forgot he was there, and when he did speak up, they always looked surprised. Though sometimes being 'invisible' wasn't a bad thing, he wished people would pay attention to him, like that tall Russian student who always sat on him and claimed that he didn't notice he was there. And again, there were times where he wished the 'invisibility' would stay, due to the fact that his brother was one for shooting his mouth off and Matthew ended up being the one paying for it.
But the fact that p
Scarred-FrUkThe slamming of a door startled Arthur out of his book induced stupor. He sat up quickly, making said book slide off his chest into his lap, finally landing on the floor with a thump. The Englishman blinked in confusion looking around to see what the fuss could be about. This wasn't even his house, he was staying in America, on vacation to see the young nation. Still, a loud noise was cause for concern. He had almost worked himself out of the very comfortable recliner he had been lounging in when a disgruntled Alfred walked into the room, followed by an equally upset belligerent alien, Tony.Scarred-FrUk2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Unfortunately, though Arthur was trying his best to listen and follow the boy's ravings, he was having no luck. The boy was just too worked up over something. He was waving his arms about madly, pacing back and forth in the spacious living room. All that Arthur was able to catch was that he was mad at some "playboy" who couldn't resist to the chance to "flirt wit
Upset-CanadaWhy can't anyone see me?Upset-Canada2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm very much visible, right? I'm just like the rest of them right?
No one sees me, I could be standing next to the trash can and they would notice the trash can first. Even my own bear doesn't recognize me!
Everyday it's the same question, "Who are you?"
Everyday I respond with the same answer, "I'm Canada!"
It doesn't work. I try and I try so hard to be noticed but all my efforts are futile. What do I need to do?!
I look up to the sky every night and wonder which God thought it was funny to make my life like this. I hate it. I hate the way I was set to live, I'm America's shadow and that's all I'll ever be. I'm America's decoy so Cuba won't beat him up.
I remember one day, England took me and America shopping for groceries. He left me there, at the supermarket, the only reason I came back was because he f
APH - Spamano - Left BehindSpain hated it.APH - Spamano - Left Behind3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He hated Romano.
The Italian left him. Romano left him all alone, left without a care. Free, just like he always wanted to be.
Roma didn't even care that Spain loved him. He had loved the Italian with all his heart. He did still, even now.
Spain hated Romano for making him love him.
He hated Lovi for leaving him.
He hated his Lovi for leaving him alone.
Spain was so selfish. For wanting to be with Lovino, when there were plenty of other people who had wanted to live who were dead.
Spain stared at the mangled body. He was numb. Numb.
Romano. Romano couldn't be dead. Couldn't be. He just-
Blood was in his hair; Spain only knew that because he'd brushed at it. It was congealed and cold, stiffer than the rest of his usually soft hair.
His face was also stained with red, some darker than others so it was a blotchy black on the pale skin; Spain wished it was clean, in some impossibly sane corner of his mind.
But...but...but Romano couldn't be dead. R
Prussia X Child!Reader: Torture encampmentPrussia X Reader: Torture encampmentPrussia X Child!Reader: Torture encampment2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hey, this is Gilbert Weillschmidt, also known as Prussia, the awesome one! But right now, I don’t feel or look awesome right now. I don’t know why I’m in a place like this, but I quickly became attached to a little kid and all I want is to keep her safe.
I was July 24th and it’s pretty hot where I’m at. All I can recall was that I was just at my home and some group of people came barging in and took me to some weird camp place. I can’t really explain what this place is, but it’s giving off a death camp vibe or something. Anyway, it was a really hot day and I was walking through the camp site. I was wearing black and white stripped clothing and they were pretty worn out. I looked around the area for my brother, Ludwig; I heard he was a guard in this place. I then looked to me right and I saw my brother standing by a door.
“Ludwig!!” I said, walking up to him.
He turned his head to me and muttered,
Hetalia - FrUK - War WoundsArthur fell to his knees out of breath. He looked up at the Frenchmen that stood above him, a dull silver gun pointed to his head, raindrops plinking on the cold metal and stinging his eyes. He couldn't help but smile weakly. "After all these years..I thought that you would be the one on his knees begging for mercy, Francis..." England tried to reach for his gun but stopped - what was the point? 'I'm going to die anyway...' the thought as an old memory began to play in the back of his mind.Hetalia - FrUK - War Wounds4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It was a warm spring day and Francis was about to give up on Arthur - he was a hopeless case."If you want to be a strong country Arthur, you will have to understand this." he muttered, his hand covering his face in fustration. Arthur rubbed his tearfilled eyes and glared at the young French boy infront of him, "I could never kill someone, Frog!" France let out a long sigh and ruffled England's already messy hair, "One day you might even have to kill someone you love," he looked away, "Maybe even me.
Save Me From Myself (BTTxDepressed!Reader) Part 1It's not so easy loving me,Save Me From Myself (BTTxDepressed!Reader) Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
It gets so complicated.
All the things you've gotta be,
But you're the truth.
I'm amazed by all your patience,
Everything I put you through.
When I'm about to fall,
Somehow you're always waiting.
With your open arms to catch me.
You're gonna save me from myself,
From myself, yes.
You're gonna save me from myself.
“I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop chop chop, and if I miss the spaces-” . The tumbling current of notes that had flowed through (Name)’s lips, suddenly stopped, ending in a pain filled shriek. She had missed again. (Name) stared at the thin beads of ruby life that trickled down her fingers and onto the soft wasteland of her palm.
She lifted her hand to her dried lips, and sucked. Her blood tasted of salt and despair. For awhile she just lay sprawled out on her kitchen floor, letting blood drop onto the floor, staining it crimson. She considered just letting herself bleed out. What would it fee
RomaniaXReader - Shrouded Temptations C2RomaniaXReader - Shrouded Temptations C22 years ago in Romance More Like This
Once he was dressed, Vladimir checked himself in the mirror one more time. Not to his surprise, he looked the same as he always did. His little black hat was sitting off to the side of his head, the red and white ribbons falling around the side of his face, his red over coat and a red tie with white shirt underneath.
He rubbed his eyes one more time before walking out of his house to start walking to Lukas's home. Little did he know that he was being watched.
(Name) stood there, looking as mortal as she could, hidden behind a tree. She watched as the Romanian male walk out of his house and down the street. She vaguely noticed that he smelled strongly of blood. Probably a vampire, she thought distantly.
When Vladimir was well out of sight, she stepped out from behind the tree and leaned back against it. Her eyebrows scrunched up and she looked at the ground. She had to think of some way to get him to notice her. Hmm…
Maybe… maybe I'll cross the street, and can get some mor
Hetalia Hospital Christmas Magic 2:Antonio looked over at Lovino and smiled when he saw his laughing. "Hey what's so funny there?" he asked Lovino and he just laughed. " Because all the tomato extras are on your face from your new turtle." He snickered and fell onto his bed laughing. Antonio looked over his arms. Ever since Gilbert suggested volunteering for the hospital he had instantly fell in love with Lovino. Even though he was a good 4 years younger. It was such a pity that he didn't feel the same about Antonio, or at least didn't act like it. Lovino looked over at him "hey what are you looking at you tomato bastard" he said gaining back his scowl. Antonio hadn't realized he was zoning out onto Lovino arm, so he got composure and smiled. "Your cuts seem to be getting better, I'm real glad." He said and went to touch his hair. Lovino looked at him and before he could find his weakness that would spill everything to him, he smacked his hand away. "Touch…" he said and fixed his curl away from him, but squirmedHetalia Hospital Christmas Magic 2:2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
FrUk: BeautifulWhat do you consider to be beautiful?FrUk: Beautiful3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Those exact words were written in elegant black script on a scrap of paper that Francis had slipped onto Arthur's desk, completely unnoticed by Germania. They left the Brit baffled, and a little miffed. Yet he was impressed that the Frenchman's actions had gone unspotted as they were seated in the front of the classroom and Germania was a vigilant teacher.
But Arthur was grateful that the note hadn't been discovered. Under usual circumstances, he would have loved for the bloody frog to get a detention or at least a firm telling off for his antics but these weren't usual circumstances. The words were not of a sexual nature and Francis' expression was not one of a pervert. No, these words sent a different message. A romantic one?
No, no! Don't be so stupid. Arthur mentally slapped himself as his face threatened to flush crimson. He was being ridiculous, far too hopeful. The damn Frenchie would nev
Lemon and MintFrUKLemon and Mint2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Francis visits Arthur. Arthur tries to get Francis to leave him alone. And fails.
“Mm, you smell like tea, lapin.”
Arthur looked up from the book he was reading into the eyes of a certain Frenchman was currently hovering right above his face. “...What?”
“You smell like tea,” he repeated “Earl Grey, I zhink, your favorite kind?”
“Tea? ...you know what, I'm not even going to try and understand you.” England went back to his book, but looked up soon after, irritated that he was disturbed again. Francis had decided that for whatever reason he was going to continue bothering England, and sat down right next to him. The armchair they were in was fairly large, so they weren't squished together (Arthur shuddered at the thought) but France was sitting a little too close for comfort.
(Even if Francis was a million light-years away it would still be too close for comfort, but this was pushing it.)
[APH] The Emotional Musings - FrUKSummary: "Why is it when I am haunted by painful memories, I find myself in your arms? Why is it when you try to drink away your sorrows, you always find a way to my doorstep?" France reflects on his complex relationship with England. FrUK.[APH] The Emotional Musings - FrUK3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Emotional Musings of a Complicated Connection
These meetings have always been a great cacophony of sound, with our fellow nations screaming at each other in high falsettos, trying to calm others in soothing altos, or simply yanking us off of each other with deep baritone warnings. Voices entwine both melodiously and erroneously, creating beautiful, musical chaos. Perhaps it is glorious enough for one of Italy's painters to capture a grand moment on canvas, or for one of Austria's composers to sound some symphony from it. Perhaps it would even inspire one of your poets; I hear they always need a muse.
And throughout all this noise a single sound stands out to me. It is te
Overshadowed- RomanoStupid Italy.Overshadowed- Romano2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't ask to be like this! All I wanted was to be loved!
Is that too hard to ask for?!
You think I don't know that he's better than me? You think I like to be second best?! You think it doesn't kill me inside each time when people speak about how great he is?!
I KNOW HE'S BETTER THAN ME!
Everyone casts me aside unwanted and it breaks my heart.
Spain, the one person I thought I could love, broke my heart in two and it shall never be the same.
I'm tired! I'm tired of being just, "Italy's brother."
I'M ROMANO, IDIOTAS! I HAVE FEELINGS TOO!
Oh look, I'm crying again.
I don't have anyone. Everyone wants Italy, let them have him.
He's the f
Wilting tomatoesSpain was sick. His personal doctor had confined him to bed rest, at least until his fever had dropped and he stopped passing out randomly. The stress of the bad economy mixed with his own people rising up in revolts, and the sudden increase in death rate had left him with a mixture of ailments. He groaned as a lorry passing by outside left his head reeling, a cacophony of noise echoing in his migraine riddled head.Wilting tomatoes2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Mios dios..." His throat was dry and sore. Peeling his sweaty body from the sheets, he stumbled into the bathroom, dropping to his knees in front of the toilet bowl. He winced as his stomach churned, gripping the sides of the ceramic feature. Lunch made a reappearance. Coughing and gagging, Spain didn't try to stop the tears. He was emotionally exhausted, just as much as physically. A wave of dizziness made him sway as he stood, and he only managed to get into back to bed before the vertigo became unbearable. He collapsed into the bed, curling up painful as sobs wrac
VoicemailsA woman's voice spoke in his ear, pre-recorded and uneven.Voicemails3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Nine new messages."
The Frenchman blinked in what might be loosely described as surprise.
He didn't usually get that many calls- most of his conversations went by text message.
First new message from-"
The voice switched to a man's, the two words spoken smoothly:
"Received at eight thirty-four PM."
"Hi, frog, it's me, Arthur. I wanted to know if you wanted to go drinking or something- I'm bored to death and I don't want to wake up tomorrow in someone's bed. Call me back if you get this in time."
Arthur had wanted to go drinking with him? Wanted to spend time with him? This was quite the surprise.
Francis pulled the phone from his ear, pressed a number, then listened again.
"Message erased. Next message. From-"
"Received at nine fourty-three PM."
"Hi, it's Arthur again. I'm waiting for you to answer me, but you haven't
SchizophreniaAll of you can see us.Schizophrenia3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
All of you can hear us, too.
The only difference is that some of you choose to accept our existence, and others deny it.
You can see us in a way now, because we are using a more tangible and easily understood method.
We are of a different dimension, which confuses most of you, causing you to reject us.
Even most animals know that we are here, and they do not choose to ignore us the way that some of you do.
You mock the ones who accept us, labelling them as "schizophrenic".
You call them insane.
You lock them up.
Ironically, the ones who accept us are the ones who will be spared.
Anyone who does not believe in us will be wiped out of existence.
The "schizophrenics" will be saved.
The ones you label as crazy are going to be the only ones left on your planet.
If you can read this, and you accept the fact that the voices in people's heads along with the bizarre images that some people seeare real, and you start to hear and see us, too, you too will join t