HetaOni: Tainted BlacknessHetaOni: Tainted Blackness3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
England remembered. Once he saw that mansion, goosebumps had raised everywhere on his body, and he secretly wanted to hide in a corner and block everyone and everything from his mind.
"I don't like this." He muttered as America eagerly opened the door to rush inside, all while proclaiming that he was a hero. England refrained himself from begging the group he was with to not go inside, because he remembered Italy telling explaining to them in the past time line that everyone always ended up inside the mansion. Inside to face that thing.
That magical, tainted creature, covered in blackness, despair, and misery. The whole mansion was covered in that taint. And England could see all the time. He couldn't ever stop seeing it. He hated his magical Sight more than anything at the moment.
England gave a start. Was that France, laying in the hallway bleeding? No, England had just paid attention to know that France had gone upstairs. So, was this an impression then? One o
HetaOni: Blindness"How many fingers am I holding up?"HetaOni: Blindness2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
England couldn't answer that. He never would be able to ever again. The black curtain lowered in front of his eyes assured him of that.
"You can answer that, can't you? If you can see."
He swallowed hard, forcing the lump in his throat to go down. He knew America knew the truth as well as he did, that he was only asking because he still clung desperately to the hope they both wished was true.
" It can't be "
Oh, how England wanted to deny it. How he wanted to answer his brother's question, to assure him things were alright, that nothing was wrong. But he knew that there was no escaping the truth.
"I'm sorry, America I can no longer see "
Before England could fully grasp what was happening, two strong arms wrapped themselves tightly around him, pulling him into a crushing embrace. His brother buried his face into his shoulder, starting to soak it with tears within only a few seconds, his body shaking
Blind EyesHe was sleeping so soundly, in the peacefulness that the nighttime blackened sky bestowed on top of him.Blind Eyes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Actually the darkness he saw when his eyes were closed, weren't that much different from the darkness those once bright emerald eyes saw when they were opened. That's all he sees now, darkness.
All Arthur Kirkland will ever see, a blinding darkness he can't escape from.
Next to him, laying in bed with him, was the 'All-American Hero,' Alfred F. Jones. Or at least... that's what he called himself.
I don't deserve that title. Ever since the whole incident happened, that thought had crossed his mind and never left, plaguing his entire mind. I can't even save the one person I care about...
I don't deserve to be called a hero...
Of course, he never voiced his thoughts to Arthur, because he would just say the same thing he told Alfred the day it all happened, "It's not your fault..." But, he was starting to get the feel that Arthur already knew what was on his mind.
His eyes started to bu
APH: It's More Fun with the Philippines!Spain smiled, confident that his new colony would learn quickly and make him proud.APH: It's More Fun with the Philippines!2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ok mija, it is time for you to learn Spanish!"
"Opo Papa!" the little girl beamed up to her father-figure, golden brown eyes gleaming with curiosity and eagerness.
"First: 'Como esta?' is 'How are you?' Can you say that?"
The older brunette sweat-dropped as his smile remained steadfast planted on his tanned face. He held up a pencil and tried again with the child.
The ever cheerful Spaniard dragged the lesson on by pointing to a picture of a hastily drawn stereotypical stick family drawn on the chalkboard.
Spain pointed to his pet bull.
He pointed to England.
He gestured to her.
He pointed to his face.
Spain dropped his head in pitiful, pathetic failure as he ran a hand through his shaggy hair.
"Dios mio, she's even more hopeless than Romano "
Chibi Piri and Papa Spain 11525Chibi Piri and Papa Spain 14 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Where is that Spice Island? Huh… my boss sure gave me a difficult time." a young Spaniard was complaining while he was sailing his Spanish ship. He eventually saw a small island and decided to rest there. The wind was cool and the sand was white- a perfect place to rest before continuing with his journey.
Then when he woke up he saw a little girl with fair to tan skin, short black hair and dark brown eyes. "What a cute little girl." he bent down as he called the little girl. "Are you alone?" 'Ahh…she's so adorable with those innocent and cute little eyes~'
The little girl nodded once- 'yes'.
He stood up patting the sand away from his clothes and extended his hand to the girl with the friendliest face he can muster, "An adorable girl like you shouldn't stay here alone. Do you want to come with me?"
The little girl shook her head once- 'no' and ran away.
Spain tried to chase after her but he lost her somewhere after she led him to a forest somewhere in the island. He
Comatose"You will never be loved Arthur!"Comatose3 years ago in Romance More Like This
screamed Scotty whit all his voice,
Arthur stood there and looked at his older brother with sad eyes,
tears forming in them as he ran out of the house,
tears falling down his pale skin as he hoped on his motorcycle and drove away at full speed,
he did not hear his brothers call him by name telling him to come back,
he did not hear and he did not care,
the wind blew past his ears and his hair became a mess,
he had bin in such a hurry to get away from Scotty and from that house that he had forgotten his helmet,
the motorcycle was over 200 now but he did not care he was not far enough,
it kept going on and he did not stop he could not stop,
He did not know,
faster and faster he went,
he did not want to stop,
there was no way that he would stop now,
not this far,
he heard a honk he turned his head to see but then there was a crash and everything was black and the last thing that was in his mind that night was that nobody loved him.