Canada Day"HEY CANADIA! GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS!!!" America said (a bit more enthusiastically than needed) to his brother, Canada. Canada was a little miffed he'd been woken up so early, but he yawned, rubbed his eyes, and started, "Cana-"Canada Day2 months ago in Humor More Like This
"IT'S THREE DAYS UNTIL THE FOURTH OF JULY! YOU EXITED BRO?!"
"Well,it's also Canad-"
"I'm thinking we should have a firework show on the beach and eat hotdogs!"
"But what about-"
"HAHAHA, Canada, I forgot about your accent! Say 'aboot' again!"
Canada, getting a little annoyed, said, "No! Can we please talk about-"
"YOU'RE SO FUNNY, CANADA! SAY IT AGAIN!"
Canada was feeling extremely irritated now. "America, it's-"
"ALMOST THE FOURTH OF JULY! I KNOW! ISN'T IT EXITING?!"
The poor Northern nation was feeling really pissed off now. "America, I swear, If you interrupt me one more ti-"
"Dude, you look a little grumpy. Are you upset that I have an independence day and you don't?"
That was IT. Canada finally snapped. With the voice he reserved for cheering in hockey game
Forgetting The SkyI look downForgetting The Sky1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
After doing it so long
I fear that I don't have the stength
To even lift my head again
But no, I too scared to test
If I can truly look above
But I also fear
That one day I'll forget
That I'll forget the sea of deep blue
With oddly shaped fluffy
White dolphins and whales
Swiming round the bright continent
As its center
Or deep purple of a dark canvas
Lit only by the laterns drawn on its surface
Burning the hopes and wishes of millions
And the illuminating center
Radiating pure white light onto our dreams
All waiting patiently above my head
I fear that one day
I'll forget how exactly to lift my head
If not just to see where I'm going
If I'm heading forward
Or if I'm even moving at all.
But as these fears collect
I still stare down
At my feet
At the ground
At anything beneath
For these are the only things
I can aspire towards,
That I can depend on
Though I loved it
Fought to reach it
Drowned myself in it
And splattered my own colors accross it
The sky abadon
.when i look back at.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the past, she looks
right back at me
she points at the
future, glint in her eye
What He Felt- 9/119/11 to America- Beware of constant Point of View changes.What He Felt- 9/112 years ago in Drama More Like This
Warning: This might be an uncomfortable subject to some people and entails the rather patriotic outlook on this historical event, so if this type of literature does not pertain to your views on 9/11 (As light as they may be), then I please ask you to at least look at the more creative and sentimental aspects of this literature. Viewer (Reader) discretion is advised. Blood is also mentioned.
"America? America! Are you alright-? God, w-what Is that blood? Someone get China in here!"
Eyes unfocused and lids heavy.
Is pain like this even possible since my Revolutionary?
God, who even knows anymore. Just one question why?
The world has always said that one who holds a hero complex shall fall.
In this case, a certain sole believer of heroism has fallen victim to something that has built on his shoulders for centuries. Of course, who would ever see a phone call, an al
|.:Savior:.| Child!BTTxMother!Reader- Chapter 7 "What are you doing?"|.:Savior:.| Child!BTTxMother!Reader- Chapter 79 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Your eyes locked onto the young officer in front of you, glaring intensively. Seeing a large bundle of countries, tied up behind them, you felt rage course through yourself. Your arm shot out and grasped his collar. The soldier tried taking a small step back at your sudden appearance as he began to explain in a trembling voice.
"Miss _-_____! Good to see you-"
"Shut it! Now answer my question, what are you doing?" you interrupted. Your focus wavered down to your three countries, granting the officers a clue on what you were referring to.
"Oh, t-them! They were trespassing illegally on your property and broke into your home. No windows seemed smashed, probably because of the door. You really should lock your door more-"
"I do, soldier. I was asking about why the hell are my three children bounded up tightly like that, when they should be treated with just as much respect," you snapped back,
Allies x Poltergeist!Reader - I don't Haunt - USAAllies x Poltergeist!Reader - I don't Haunt - USA1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Yo! Is anyone there?”
You recognised that voice, it was from one of your best friends since teen-hood. You remembered so many good memories you had with him, Pranking Arthur, throwing one of the biggest parties you've been to, getting lost while camping, getting invited and winding up some of Alfred's guests, and so on. You got out of your hiding place and stopped behind the couch. Every step you took made a soft creaking sound, Alfred quickly reacted and turned to where the sound was coming from, the corridor.
“Who's there? Show yourself!”
You stopped being invisible and had your camouflage fade, but you were still transparent. He notice a ghost-like figure and abruptly backed away, falling off the sofa and landing with a loud thump. He quickly stood back up and took another look at you, you had a furniture throw in from of your upper body, you dropped the fabric once you turned invisible again.
“Go haunt another house! Leave me alone!”
An End to NightmaresThe night seemed to stretch onward endlessly.An End to Nightmares3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I paused from my pacing in order to peek through the windows, waiting. My patience was as vigilant as I could allow it, but it was beginning to wane against my will. My eyes were already drooping, my consciousness rapidly waned, and my body was eager, longing, begging, and desperate for the respite of slumber. For sixty-two hours I had crossed over the rough terrain of the outer regions of Koholint, plunged deeply into its treacherous caverns and catacombs, and entered a labyrinthine shrine. And after having taxed my stamina and endurance to their utter limits, I finally had managed to slay the sixth of the nine treacherous Nightmares. And at last, I had trudged my way across hill, dale, and mountain to return to the quaint little village of Mabe. And all of it had been without one wink of sleep.
I had dared not risk the consequences of slumber, not with the Nightmares still
Free Falling |America x Reader - 9/11|You want to be free like the chirping birds in the morning, when they are singing their little happy melodies. You want to fly with the eagles and feel the wind on your skin, so cold, but o-so loveable. You want to greet a place where peace and happiness is reality, not a mere, dying thought. After all, this life you have was nearly perfect just hours ago. Filled with moments to enjoy, to remember. Memories everybody made in their life. Simple things. The wonderful scent of blooming flowers that paint the grey world you are living in with red, blue and yellow colors. Or a smile from a loved one. It's easy to enjoy these things but they never seem so important until we find ourselves in situations of pure despair and suffering. It's just then that they mean the world to us. Or even more than that.Free Falling |America x Reader - 9/11|2 years ago in Drama More Like This
These are the memories you think about. Pictures of a short life struck you like lightning, but you don't feel the pain. Other people around you, too few still alive, might have other r
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.I Thought I Needed Feminism1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
breathing is easy but I'm terrible at itapril suns always left streaks ofbreathing is easy but I'm terrible at it5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
yellow on your driveway
before they sank.
you laughed at how
the flowers coughed on me
along the bilirubin pavements
on the way to your house
I confused all the streetlights
for sunsets and drowned in
halogen tidepools in those evenings
when the sidewalks ended but
my thoughts of you wouldn’t
maybe love is the sum
of all the excuses we make for it,
or I’m just too tired
to pull myself to the surface
you roll the blades of grass
through your grips, dusting
your fingerprints with haptens
I’d like to blame you for every
wheeze and rale but goddamnit
I just can’t
SeasonalYour skin is adorned with summer-scars come fallSeasonal5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you wear them like badges,
medals gleaming red on flesh,
far too bright to go on the shelf
to gather dust beside someone else's conquests.
But with no golden facade to vanish behind,
Your summer-scars glow white come winter and
however unearthly, you remain no angel.
Spread so bare but for your invisible trophies
that turn the seekers with string-hardened fingers
Your maps are lost and summer-scars bloom come spring.
Red on white once more you stand a sweet tribute
to peppermints uneaten, cloaked in plastic of last Halloween.
They stitch you back together with thread,
eyes meandering over blossoms on pale white
You tell them, then, that they are landmarks, but
Your scars are only scars come summer,
dull now, peach-coloured under sun, aching to be taken and torn.
Painted golden-boys mock from behind a glass curtain
and you feel their bulbous eyes laugh at how
your medals have no names, instead they are
D.E.A.T.H.Dampened regrets glide upon rivers.D.E.A.T.H.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Extensive pleas uphold timed defenses.
Atrocities compose through ignorant compression.
Trails upon serpents ensure heartless slumber.
Heinous tunnels ensure fictitious grandness.
Hikaru X Reader: Fixer Upper (Lyrics)Hikaru X Reader: Fixer Upper (Lyrics)3 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Kaoru: What's the issue ______?
Why are you holding back from my brother?
Is it the way he walks all weird?
Mori: Or when he talks with lots of sneer?
Tamaki: Or that he always walks with
one hand on his hip?
Haruhi: And though we know he means well
He always ends up in lots of trou-ble..
Kaoru: But you'll never meet a fellow
Kaoru and Tamaki: Sensitive and sweet!
Everyone: So he's a bit of a fixer upper
So he's got a few flaws.
Tamaki: His peculiar brain, dear,
His sense of humor
That's a little outside of a simple joke.
Everyone: So he's a bit of a fixer upper but this were certian of.
You can fix this fixer upper with a little bit of love.
Kaoru: So tell me, it is the way that he runs scared?
Tamaki: Or that he's socially impaired?
Honey: Or that he only likes to sleep with his twin brother?...what?
Kyoya: Are you holding back your fondness
Due to his very blunt boldness?
Tamaki: Or the way he covers up that's he's honest and good?
Everyon: He's just a bit of a fixer upper
REQUEST ChinaxReader Pokemon!~Today was the day. It was going to be the best day. Ever.REQUEST ChinaxReader Pokemon!~2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. As you slowly opened your drowsy eyes, you realized what today was. Yes it was Saturday, but more importantly, it was the day you were going to be hanging out with Yao Wangthe human representation of China.
You didn't really like to call China by his human name or any of the other countries, to tell the truth. You liked calling them by their country names. It was just more comfortable for you to say
"Ah! My phone!" You jumped out of your bed and fell face first onto the plush carpet that was your bedroom floor. You attempted to lift yourself up, and picked up your phone. "H-hello?" You didn't bother to check who was calling you at nine-thirty in the morning, mainly because of the awkward position you were in. Your voice also sounded quite groggy considering you just woke up, and also because you fell on the floor pretty hard
"__-__________? Are yo
Spain x Reader - Princess of SpainSpain x Reader - Princess of Spain4 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
You look up into the mirror and sigh, your eyes darting from the waves at the top of your dress to the ruffles at the bottom. You fixed the petticoat that sat uncomfortably underneath the fabric, and slightly itched at your irritated hip, and loosened your hair from the tight braid that bound it. You wiped a stray eyelash from underneath your left eye and breathed slowly. You were about to go meet the man that your father praised as the best pirate in the country. Yes, your father was Ferdinand II, the king of Spain. You were usually happy when your father allowed you to meet with other interesting people, considering you were a bit isolated from the world. Your father cut your connection with anyone because he feared someone would take 'his princess' away. So, the reason why you were solemnly making your way to the dining hall? No doubt, considering the way your father talked about him, that this man would be the one you would marry. As you arrived at the tall brass doors leading into
The Family Has Been InformedBullets that are too far away to hear back homeThe Family Has Been Informed5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But words that will forever ring just as loud in my ears
Delivered from the lips of a uniformed man
The sympathetic sentence any mother fears to hear
I turn away as if ignoring his presence
Will make this unwanted reality go away
But he repeats that he is sorry for my loss
Those words are the last thing I remember of that day
I find myself looking out of the back yard window
On the swings in the garden I still see my boy play
I am bringing drinks out to him and his brothers
Under the sun, on the grass, on endless summer days
Those memories like photographs in frames on the wall
Now show my son with a wife and child of his own
A husband and father torn from their loving arms
In to the mass grave-in-waiting of a war zone
His old bedroom was already a shrine to him
Even before his blood soaked deep in to the desert sands
We waited for him to return from his first tour
Knowing the boy we’d said goodbye to would come home a man
My love is...My love is the ghost in winter air,My love is...10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
soft snow flakes outline pale skin,
My love is the sweet spring.
The fresh smell of blooming cherry trees
gentle like her.
My love is the warm summer.
Almost like an embrace
the ones that I miss.
My love is the breath of fall.
A bittersweet taste hanging in crisp air,
beautiful like changing leaves.
My love is far away now,
in heavens skies.
But I can still feel her, she is with me, in the seasons change.
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.All Her Little Things9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
Awesome TrioxReader My idiotsAwesome Trio x ReaderAwesome TrioxReader My idiots1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
You had always had a bunch of friends. As well as people who hated you because of who was your friend. But by far your best friends are 3 bumbling idiots you call Mathias,Gilbert, and Alfred.
One might ask how are they idiots? Well it all started back when you were in high school. It was 10th grade and you were getting ready for the spring dance the seniors threw every year for the lower class men...
you were 16 and looking through magazines when it hit you. You still hadn't gotten a dress yet! Naturally you tried calling Felix or Eliza but unfortunately they were both busy that day. And who do you call only your best friends in the world. You guys had always been very close and they put smiles on your face after a shitty day. So you thought maybe they could at least try and help you pick out a dress.
But that was a BAD mistake. After trying on so many dresses and their comments about each one you started to cry. They all look
Strength [2P!Teacher!America x Student!Reader]Strength [2P!Teacher!America x Student!Reader]8 months ago in Romance More Like This
You were something special.
He watches you with ruby-red eyes, but knows to not be staring at you for too long in case it arouses unwanted suspicion. Allan pretends to keep a firm eye on the students, even making the occasional gruff remark to keep up his façade of actually caring about all his students equally.
The smooth, clear-cut strikes of your limbs were so precise, hitting the target in the most accurate and painful places possible. You were like water, moving as if it were only second-nature to you- yet you were also a form of fire, with flames burning passionately in your [EyeColor] orbs. Something about you caught his eye, but he shook the feeling away. If there was one thing he despised it was being dependent on someone else, especially if it were a female student of his!
“Movements too slow and too weak. Your follow-throughs must be fast,” he demonstrates this by round-housing the dummy straight in t
England X Reader X Sebastian MichaelisEngland X Reader X Sebastian Michaelis5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
England X Reader X Sebastian Michealis Our New Butler 1/2
"Were is Arthur? He has been gone for 2 hours, and we are meant to be leaving soon," You told your friend Eliza. You and your husband Arthur Kirkland are finally moving from your small Apartment and living in a huge mansion Just outside of London. Why? well you just one the lottery and it was allot of money so you brought the house that used to be owned by a family called the Phantomhives the house was the Phantomhive Manor.
Eliza was helping you pack things in to suitcases, boxes and putting them in the moving van/lorry. "Maybe he is Just got court up in traffic or something," Eliza said putting the box in the van. "He didn't drive Eliza," you told her. "OK maybe he got court up in people traffic instead," she said giggling at her own joke. "This is no time for joking around. I'm worried," You started panicking and walked into the flat.
Time skip Arthur's POV...
"I hate people traffic," I mumbled to my self
Pirate!EnglandxReader~Black X~ Part 2"You natsy little-"Pirate!EnglandxReader~Black X~ Part 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The blond pirate turned to see his brother pointing to another ship in the distance.
"Bloody Spanish.." he mumbled, turning back to see you trying to swim away from the boat.
Pulling off his coat he grinned.
"Not having enough food has made her weak." he told his Scottish brother, before handing another crew member his hat and his boots, along with his other possessions he didn't want to loose.
"Be prepared to open the sails!" he shouted to his crew, before diving straight into the water.
Hearing the splash, you took a moment to turn and see the captain himself swiming after you.
"Nonono.." you mumbled trying to swim faster, however the pain in your stomach from lack of food caused you to slow down. "AHK."
"Come back!" you heard him call for you, but instead you continued to swim towards the sudden island that appeared in the distance.
It must have appeared when the large fog clouds emerged.
"Dammit." you squeaked feeling your leg being to cramp.
Save Me, my Hero! AmericaXReaderYou had gotten on the bus after getting off work at the library. You were new to town. You had been lucky enough to land a job while you finished up your degree for college in [your preferred degree]. Unfortunately, you happened to pick a bus that was going to be high jacked moments after you got on. The gunman held the driver at gunpoint, ready to kill him. The police were trying to negotiate but instead they sent in a sniper. The police sniper missed which led to the gunman jerking on the wheel, which made the bus plunge into the river. Water flooded in instantly. You tried to get out but someone had pushed you the gunman you believed and you fell, while people's bags and things fell on you as well.Save Me, my Hero! AmericaXReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Passengers screamed as water flooded into the bus. Your eyes widened in horror. You tried to stand but your leg was caught in between a piece of metal and a few heavy bags that you couldn't move no matter how hard you tugged. People were fighting to get out of the back of the bus,
Americans Are Heroes(AmericaxReader oneshot)Hot lips ran down your neck, only to stop so the man doing the actions could nibble on your jugular a little bit. He lifted his head up so he could look down at you through cerulean eyes. God, did you look cute! The way you were placed on his bed, the way you looked up at him with a small blush on your face. GAH! It made him want to kiss you all over, which he fully intended to do as he brought his face down so he could mash lips with you.Americans Are Heroes(AmericaxReader oneshot)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now, you knew that Alfred was a very dominate person, but this surprised you a little bit. The way his kisses felt, the way his hands ran down your body, pushing you towards his made you wish he did this much more often.
He pulled away as his heated breath hit your face. You gripped his shirt, feeling the muscles below twitch. "I love you." You whispered as you looked up at him through thick eyelashes.
He smiled obnoxiously before leaning down and kissing you again.
You groaned softly at the sun hitting your bare shoulder. Eyes opening slowly