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 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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]1 year 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
The Missing pages to the Awesome Prussia's DiaryMay 8th 1945The Missing pages to the Awesome Prussia's Diary2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I knew something was wrong because my kingdom was acting strange that day, giving me weird side-glances and rarely speaking to me. But then the king Old Fritz came up to me and told me what the others were to scared to. “Gilbert, the war is at an end, West lost, and your no longer a country,” those words still echo in my mind. How can I? The awesome Prussia no longer be accepted as a country? Its absolutely unfathomable!? But the worst was yet to come. “Ivan has bought your land and wants you to rule by his side” Fritz had said. Ivan, out of all the people IVAN!?! What does that vodka loser want with me? I practically terrorized him when we were young, also he has (and still does) scare the crap out of me. When ivan wants something, he gets it, like those poor Baltic nations. I mean one of them is really young. Today was a total loser kind of day. Mein bruder has lost the war. Im no longer a country, and iva
FrUk: BeautifulWhat do you consider to be beautiful?FrUk: Beautiful4 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
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)1 year 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] 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
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
Hetalia Hospital Christmas Magic prolougeAlfred always had a weight problem, he was either too fat or too thin, it seemed nobody was pleased with his figure. Especially the one that he loved the most. He always saw Alfred as a fat piece of human waist. Since he was blinded by love he always went on crazy binges, there were times when he tried going anorexic or bulimic. Then started eating non stop because he was basically starving himself. It was his sweet brother Matthew who finally took care of things and had him get some professional help. Matthew made a habbit to visit his brother everyday in the hospital.Hetalia Hospital Christmas Magic prolouge3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ludwig had an addiction to physical matience. It would be the only thing that he did. He never ate never slept for almost a year. his brother Gilbert was concerned for him. What makes him want to work out? What is he hiding? What is he ashamed of? One day after a 10 mile run, Ludwig keeled over in a heart attack and Gilbert called 911 getting him checked into the hospital as quickly as they can. Luckily they found a new
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 2:3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You Could be Happy [APH. FrUK oneshot]You Could be Happy [APH. FrUK oneshot]3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I do not own Hetalia or "You Could be Happy" by the Snow Patrol.
You Could be Happy, Part I
"You could be happy and I won't know, but you weren't happy the day I watched you go. And all the things that I wished I had not said are played in loops till it's madness in my head."
The fine china collided with the wall, and shattered into pieces, decorating the dark hardwood floor underneath their shoes. Not that they took too much notice. The Brit was fuming, and the Frenchman was biting back all of the harsh words that were about to spill over his lips. Arguments weren't an uncommon thing in their household, but something was different about this one, definitely not their usual lover's spat.
"It's has to stop!" Arthur screamed, clenching his hands into fists, "All you bloody do is gamble, and party, and drink! Not to mention the cigarettes," he added harshly, knowing that Francis had been fighting a losing battle when it came to quitting the nasty habit. It just wasn't happening for
[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
Have You Seen This Girl? PrussiaxReaderHave You Seen This Girl? PrussiaxReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Prussia x Reader
Have you seen this girl?
After Gilbert adopted the girl at the orphanage he felt whole once more. Nothing made him feel more complete than she. But alas she was mortal and he was not, and all the warning he was given by his friends came back to haunt him. She passed away and he was back to being an empty shell once again.
More time began to pass and he went back to his habits he had before his little girl came into his life, which of course was drinking and spending his money on careless sex with prostitutes. Although his friends were a little put off they decided he was going back to his old self that sat in his brother’s basement and used a laptop all day.
Around the same time a young lady just ran away from her home for more of a freedom from the life she didn’t want. She no longer wished to be treated harshly like she was back in the place she once called home. She didn’t know however the streets weren’t that great of an
Mon Ami, Mon Amour.Those hands were gentle as they ran through his hair, brush in one hand, the other just combing through with his fingers. France smiled gently to himself as the little boy stayed still and even leaned back into him. England couldn't help it, France was warm, and it felt nice to be taken care of for once. His brothers were never this kind.Mon Ami, Mon Amour.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This was the only time England would ever be nice to Francis Bonnefoy. But even still...He enjoyed this time much more than he'd like to admit. So much so he hadn't realized when France stopped playing with his choppy locks and wrapped his arms around his small shoulders, pulling England against him. He gasped but didn't move, eyes wide in slight fear.
But the older boy just sat there, and held him. He didn't even laugh, just...Held him. England was confused, no one ever did this before...What was France doing?!
When he realized The warm embrace was not meant to harm him England relaxed a bit, taking a deep breath before once again leaning into the fr
Save Me From Myself (BTTxDepressed!Reader) Part 1It's not so easy loving me,Save Me From Myself (BTTxDepressed!Reader) Part 13 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
Falling For YouPairing: PruCanFalling For You4 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
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
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
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
FrUK-Behind The MaskFrance's POVFrUK-Behind The Mask2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I never knew how sad Arthur was.
Well maybe I should have known. I'm part of the reason.
I know that we fight all the time during the meetings but, I didn't know my words cut him so deeply.
Then again, I know Arthur is sensitive, he just hides it behind that mask of his. I already knew that, on the inside, he is broken. Broken beyond repair.
He broke when he was a child. That emotional barrier is up to hide the fact that he simply can't handle it anymore.
Though I got a look behind that mask. It wasn't very pretty.....
Another meeting was in session. Another argument broke out between me and Arthur for some reason. I am getting tired of them real fast.
I said something, something I probably shouldn't have. The look on his face when I said it was heart-breaking. He didn't burst into tears, he didn't run out the room and never come back, he just took a deep breath and sat back down.
Even I was taken aback by it. Sur
SchizophreniaAll of you can see us.Schizophrenia4 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
Let's Go To A Bar (BTTxReader)Let's Go To A Bar (BTTxReader)3 years ago in Humor More Like This
You sat on the couch lazily with a book. It was a slow Friday afternoon and you had literally NOTHING to do. You weren't even wearing proper clothes, all you wore was a shirt Switzerland had given you for your birthday. It was on clearance, so it really didn't fit, it was too long and almost went down to your knees.
You closed your hardcover copy of Lord of the Rings and yawned. Flopping onto your back, you watched the sunlight streaming into the room. This day was so slow, it would have been more fun watching paint dry. As your eyes started to close, the doorbell rang and you got up with a groan. What now?
Walking to the door, you twisted the door handle, but as soon as you did, the door swung inward and crushed you against the wall.
Three men strutted in like they own the place, at the head of the little group was a very familiar albino. He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled.
"YO! _____! Vhere are you?!"
You pushed the door and it slammed shut as you peeled off the wall. He
Prussia X Child!Reader: Torture encampmentPrussia X Reader: Torture encampmentPrussia X Child!Reader: Torture encampment3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hey, this is Gilbert Beillschmidt, 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,
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
EnglandxReader: Time Travel Mania~EnglandxReader: Time Travel Mania~EnglandxReader: Time Travel Mania2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Today was the day you had been looking forward to all week long. Today you were going to go to your friend Arthur Kirkland's house for some afternoon tea. You had been friends with the country since you were little and had "accidentally" chased his flying mint bunny back to the handsome man's house. The only reason you knew his secret was because while you had aged into a teenager and eventually and adult, he had stayed the same bushy-eyebrowed man you had come to call your best friend. He had a busy schedule, as did you, but you always found time to visit with each other.
You pulled your old Toyota into the Britt's driveway, parking it carefully next to England's own dark green car.
"Almost reminds me of his eyes." You murmured to yourself. Shaking your head out of the thought, you opened your car door and walked to the front door.
Before you could ring the doorbell, the front door opened to reveal a rather excited Arthur.
"Hello (name)! It's great