I want to tell you a story"I want to tell you a story."I want to tell you a story4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Germany looked up at his brother, tilting his head back to better see Prussia as he towered over the small boy. Lowering himself to the ground, Prussia mimicked his younger brother's posture, wrapping his arms around his legs and resting his chin on his knees.
"Once, a long time ago, there was a small boy and his younger brother. They lived together with their father, but when their father was killed by a wolf, the two boys were taken in by their oldest brother.
"In his house, the boy decided to fight the children of the wolf, so left his youngest brother with the oldest and went to battle. He became strong, strong enough to kill any wolf that attacked him and seized many vital regions. He went back to get his younger brother so they could live together again.
"But when he reached the oldest brother's house, he was told his brother had been sent out to fight the wolves and had gone missing. Everyone believed he had been devoured. The boy despaired, leaving
Germany x Reader: BetrayalGermany x Reader: Betrayal2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sat on the edge of the cliff that overlooked the ocean and beach. I stared at the German with his other two friends and watched them secretly. Whenever I looked at Germany, I always blush. But I can't be around him. I'm part of the Allies. China was my older brother and he didn't want me to work together with my other brother Japan, just because of that night.
I watched the Axis trio as they went through their daily training. I watched Italy struggle in running and Germany shouting at him to keep up. Italy seemed to speed up a little. I wouldn't mind being shouted at. . . At least getting shouted at from Germany. I then looked at my watch and saw that it was about time for me to suspend my watch on them.
I then got up from my spot and started to walk back into the woods.
When I arrived back at camp, I saw America digging in int
079. StarvationMy Darling,079. Starvation5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I've been besieged at Rouen and things aren't looking up as I thought they would. The English have rode in with another chevauchée and I'm having the hardest time accustoming myself to it. They ride in on their horses and burn everything down to the ground; down to ashes and corpses. It isn't graceful, and I find it disgusting; I should not be one to speak against it, though, as I have performed such an act many a time.
I'm writing this letter with cold hands, cold skin, and a cold mind. I shiver as I attempt to keep my hands steady, as the nutrition my body craves is being kept from me. They starve us, expecting to kick our will to live out of us. I've never been so hungry, ma chère. I've never been so weak.
I won't horrify you with an explanation of the frailness of my body that quivers under the touch of the wind; the thinness of my face that replicates that of a skeleton's mask; the starvation of my soul and the abandonment by my Lord. I don't wish to scare yo
BetrayalBetrayal4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He wheezed as warm blood flowed and dripped off his back, and it stung, oh how it stung, more than any wound China had suffered before.
"Yao," Japan said solemnly. "I'm sorry."
Tears, lots of them.
"Don't leave me..."
He started to walk away, and Yao panicked, grasping for his leg, his foot, his hand, anything. His back screamed in pain.
"Kiku, don't leave me!"
Kiku turned, and his usually emotionless eyes were filled with something... Yao couldn't identify it. But he saw it.
"Kiku?" Yao was suddenly hopeful, smiling a bit. His face shone in the moonlight with tears.
Kiku kneeled, bringing himself eye level with Yao, trying to force his eyes to be empty again.
He failed. Yao saw.
They stared at each other in silence. Yao's desperate face said everything.
"It was necessary," Kiku whispered. "I am sorry."
He stood up and walked away, without looking back.
"I... but... wait, no..." Eventually, quiet murmuring turned into incoherent mumbling drowned in
APH: Germany's Dark SecretFeliciano and Ludwig were in the forest. Ludwig, as usual, was trying to train his friend mentally and physically for battle. "No no no NO!!!! That is a pathetic excuse for a pushup Feliciano!" he shouted. Feliciano shakily got up. "I'm sorry Ludwig. I've been practicing, I really have!" Ludwig sighed, and smiled at his friend. "Well, I guess you are doing a little better. You didn't start crying this time." Feliciano beamed. "See! I'm making progress! Slowly but surely!" He let out a small, happy giggle. The wind blew, and he got a concerned look and turned his head. "What was that noise Ludwig?" Ludwig looked at him for a second, confused, then widened his eyes. "It was nothing Feliciano. Just the wind." he said, trying to remain calm. Feliciano heard the strange noise again. "I don't think it is. It sounds like crying, and moans, and painful screams." The wind blew again, and Feliciano all of a sudden caught whiff of a strange smell. He quickly plugged his nose. "Uggh! ThAPH: Germany's Dark Secret5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Death of a NationEngland was dying. No one said it, he just knew. Truth be told, he'd been dying for a good while now, over two decades in fact. Maybe that was why it didn't scare him; he'd had time to come to terms with it. Or maybe it was simply that he was so very tired. He'd been sick since that day in 1983, vast burns seared into his flesh, his heart aflame. That had passed the burns (London, Manchester, Newcastle, Bristol, York, Leeds, and over a dozen others) scaring over. The sickness and hunger that followed had passed as well, although that had taken longer. But in the end, when it was all over and his people had clawed their way back from the brink, he'd found that they weren't really his people anymore. Where there had once been a single nation, him, there were now several and slowly but surely their inhabitants, even those who were old enough to remember how things were before, stopped thinking of themselves as English and started thinking of themselves as citizens of these new nations, anDeath of a Nation3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
APH- Apologies- JapanJapan was rifling through boxes and boxes of old stuff that had been lingering in his attic for god knows how long. So far he had found three boxes of broken swords and armour, two boxes of old sketches he used to do and all of his fantasy stories he made up when he was young. He flicked through these, smiling at the spelling mistakes and how incredible his young imagination had been. Under those boxes were smaller, more battered boxes that Japan barely remembered packing. He got out a small knife and started to cut the rope holding it shut. He got halfway through the rope when it practically disintegrated in his fingers. Easing the box open, he coughed wildly for a few seconds as a huge cloud of dust rose from the contents. He waved a hand over the box to disperse the dust, then peeked inside. What he saw made him gasp.APH- Apologies- Japan4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Messily shoved inside the box was a heap of his old toys and clothes from when he was a child living with China. He reached inside with a slightly shaking hand and pul
Regret (Chapter 1)Regret (Chapter 1)3 years ago in Horror More Like This
I feel like I'm floating
Italy opened his eyes slowly, heavy sleep still tugging at the lids as he struggled to keep them open. He slowly blinked, furrowing his brows lightly at seeing only blue around him, the top surface filtering distorted sunlight through.
I'm under water?
He lightly pushed his arms upwards and kicking his feet downwards, he pushed himself to the surface of the water. Though he noticed once his head reached air, he wasn't even holding his breath. It was as if he didn't need to breathe at all
He disregarded this thought and began to swim forward, knowing he had to get to land soon. Was he out playing in the ocean and he was just carried away? He would have remembered that happening, wouldn't he? But then again, he couldn't remember a lot of things at that moment, just that he and his friends were stuck on that deserted island. He remembered falling asleep next to the fire then what happened?
The curl on his head curled inw
Good Night, My Precious Little SisterGood Night, My Precious Little Sister1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“_____” means add your name here “(e/c)” means insert eye color “(h/c)” means insert hair color
Gilbert walked towards his boss’s office, his red eyes bloodshot. He, Ludwig, and ______ were called to sign a treaty, forced upon them by the Allies. He knew that he was going to be dissolved, and he was scared. He didn’t want to die, but deep inside, he knew that by dying his little brother and sister would be safe. He would do anything for them, and if it meant that the awesome Gilbert died, so be it. He took in a deep breath as he reached the door to his boss's office. Knocking firmly, he waited for a reply.
“Come in Gilbert”
Gilbert slowly opened the door to see his boss sitting at his desk, doing paperwork while talking to a young boy in the seat opposite him. The boy looked familiar, but Gilbert couldn’t put a finger on where he had seen him before. They stopped talking, and Gilbert’s boss inv
~ To the Underworld we go ~~ Silence... darkness... dread...~ To the Underworld we go ~3 years ago in Horror More Like This
All of these hung like a black veil over the world.
Unspeakable acts have been committed throughout various parts of the world,
but the culprit was nowhere to be found.
It started with the mysterious disappearance of
America's well-known personification, Alfred F. Jones.
He vanished without a trace, yet signs of struggle were apparent.
Tensions grew higher as yet more countries began to vanish.
China had been missing for quite some time now, far before the
American ever vanished. To his friends' dismay, searches for Yao
had been utterly fruitless. No one had given up searching for the Chinese man, however, but now more fellow countries were vanishing; one by one.
Prussia... England... and now America.
Little did the surviving Allies know what horrors awaited them in the darkest
corners of the world. Little did they know that all hell was about to become unleashed.~
Kuroko no Basuke x male!Reader: Chapter Two 1/2Kuroko no Basuke x male!ReaderKuroko no Basuke x male!Reader: Chapter Two 1/29 months ago in Romance More Like This
"WAH!" You jerk up and flail around like you're experiencing a seizure. "Whadda' miss?" You blink rapidly and wipe the drool off your chin. You had only stretched out on the gym floor to rest your eyes but it seems you've been napping for quite a while. "What did I miss?" You stand up on unsteady feet and wipe the nonexistent dirt from your wrinkled clothes. You really hate the Seirin uniform. It's isn't fashionable at all.
"The entire practice!" Riko balls her hand into a fist and shakes it at you. "I told you not to stay up playing those lame video games." Ah, right. You had been too engrossed in beating Final Fantasy VII for the umpteenth time to get any proper shuteye. Now you're facing the consequences.
"It wasn't my fault. Mr. Cuddles kept bothering me to play it." You cross your arms and stick your nose in the air, sassing her to th
Ch1. Mysterious CharacterCh1. Mysterious Character4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Oh god help me. I feel really weird and uncomfortable. Where's my mommy.... Lizzy... anyone? Why does a five year old have such a nightmare? Why do I have to suffer like this? Is this really a dream? Do these things really want to kill me or eat me up in my sleep? Please, wake up! Wake up!!!!!
It was the first day of kindergarten, something I was really looking forward to. I was going to meet new people, new faces, and new friends, well new of everything. I was getting all dirty with my new blue dress that my big sister bought me for the first day of school. The reason was because I was playing tag with my dog Casey in front of our apartment. My mom would kill me if she saw me like this but I didn't care.
The SECRET SecretEvery man, every country has it's secrets. Deadly secrets. Some secrets so horrible that they will make up insane secrets just to bury these deadly secrets. These fake secrets rank beyond the millions. In fact, countries have to keep lists on these secrets and make sure they don't confuse them with the real secrets.The SECRET Secret5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sometimes however, someone slips. Either the country itself, or a close partner. When that happens, something has to be done to cover it up, or someone will have to talk.
"England..." Alfred gasped, clenching his fist tighter to his chest. "Why?" His legs had lost all strength and he slipped to the floor, still gasping for air. His lungs, not his legs.
"You misunderstood America!" Arthur clenched his teeth, hiding his face in his hands. "It's not what you think!"
"What..." He lied down, his back against the floor. "What was I suppose to think?"
"It was France! It was Greece or Italy! Oh hell it was Spain!" Arthur wept.
"See? Now... you are trying... too hard..." Alfred was
NamelessSometimes he woke up in a cold fright, sweat beading on his forehead and heart racing. Images, feelings and sounds would cling to his mind like spider-silk, to be brushed away as he woke up completely and realized where he was. Sometimes he would find himself humming a song he didn't know and looking around for something he couldn't name.Nameless4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His brother's house was grand and spacious, but the house in which Prussia's ruler lived in was even bigger, filled with luxurious furnishings. People of all ranks bustled back and forth there, while outside, even more people clamored in the streets.
Prussia's house was on the outskirts of town, close to the people, but far enough away that he could teach swordsmanship and play with his brother. The lack of people around meant there were no prying eyes calculating and reporting to other nations about the small, blond, blue-eyed boy Prussia called 'brother.'
He didn't go outside often because Prussia had an enormous library that was open to him whe
Aph Secrets: AnimalsIt was midnight and a stray cat ran as a dark figure chased it. The cat ran until it was dark figure pounced on its prey.Aph Secrets: Animals2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"LISTEN UP DUDES!" Shouted America, "We need to talk about our economies and how to deal with them!"
China pointed at America, "pay me back and problem fixed!"
"I would but I can't dude," America said smiling.
"YOU AN ASS!" China yelled.
America began laughing at China, so China started to yell insults at him. England sat reading a newspaper sipping his Earl Grey tea. He was reading a unusual story. France noticed.
"ah. England you seem rather interested in that paper. What is it your reading?"
" Listen to this," England said "'For over a month now small pets have gone missing all over the world. the where about these pets are unknown or the reason someone might take these pets."
America spoke "who cares dude? its just little animals. it would be different if it was people."
Japan, who normal just sat in the meeting rarely speaking noticed something. Since he was a
CompanionArra went slowly through the tunnels, the unconscious half-vampire draped over her arms. As she walked, she looked down at his bruised and bloody face, smiling slightly to herself. She hadn't broken any bones, his teeth were (mostly) in his mouth, and both eyes were in their sockets; she had better restraint and control on the bars than they gave her credit for. She of course never really wanted to harm a fellow vampire, least of all one so young or new. He really was a little boy. Of course, his vampiric blood would cause him to age slowly, but she figured that he was probably no older that fifteen or sixteen. To someone who had seen as many nights as she, he was still a baby. What had Larten been thinking? She intended to find out.Companion5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was part of the reason she had asked that Vanez and Kurda let her bring the boy back to Larten. Kurda had furiously insisted that she owed Larten an explanation as to why she had knocked his assistant out. Vanez of course hadn't cared at all; he had fou
APH: ComfortAPH: ComfortAPH: Comfort6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lithuania awoke to the sound of muffled sniffles and sobs. He was sleeping in the room he shared with his brothers, Estonia and Latvia, or Eduard and Raivis, in Russia's house. He and his brothers had been there for almost as long as they can remember; cooking, cleaning, practically servants to Russia. Today had been an especially long and tiring day. As they were finishing their chores for that day, Russia came home drunk. The three Baltics were all cowering in fear for the rest of the day, until Russia passed out in the back room. By that time, the Baltics were so tired they were asleep before their heads hit the pillows or so Toris thought. Apparently one of his brothers was still awake, and judging by the muffled sobs and the occasional sniffle, it was probably little Latvia, the youngest. He was often silently crying or sniffling whenever Russia was around, and he had been known to cry himself to sleep. So Toris was surprised when he turned to the left and saw li
Mycroft x Reader pt. 2/2 : Request.Mycroft was there and waiting for you at 1pm sharp. He was dressed in a striped suit. You chose some dark blue skinny jeans black boots and a black button up shirt with red strips. Mycroft smiled at you and extended his arm for you, you gladly wrapped your arm around his. You quickly grabbed a long jacket, which looked something like Sherlock’s, and shrugged it on and linked with Mycroft once again. The rain poured down unforgiving. Mycroft held his umbrella over your heads and he led you down the little alley ways of London, places you didn’t even acknowledge were there. A little café stood nestled between two old buildings and the warm light pooled out into the grey and wet streets. Mycroft held the door open for you and you entered a quaint little café. You chose a table at the back as it was almost completely empty. Mycroft also pulled your chair out for you in a gentlemanly gesture. You smiled at him and he returned the action.Mycroft x Reader pt. 2/2 : Request.1 year ago in Romance More Like This
A Second Chance- Mycroft x Reader x John Chpt. 10After a surprisingly pleasant Afternoon tea with a thrilled Violet, Mycroft excused himself to take care of some work and John complained of being tired, slipping off to his room, leaving you and Sherlock to your own devices. You were fairly tired as well but after six years of missing him you weren’t about to waste this opportunity to hang out with Sherlock, smiling up at him deviously, “I challenge you.”A Second Chance- Mycroft x Reader x John Chpt. 101 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Violet chuckled, getting up to leave the two of you to your inevitable antics, as he folded his hands beneath his chin, “What are your terms?”
“The usual rules beginning fifteen minutes from our agreement. If I win I get three hugs at three separate instances of my choosing and you have to read me one story. If you win I will tell you about my scandal and watch one movie of your choosing with you without complaining about your commentary.”
He considered this and then nodded, reaching out a hand for you to grasp as he stated, “I agree to
Words Left Unsaid - Kida Masaomi x ReaderNote - Warning! This fanfic is one of my more serious ones and it contains some possibly triggering elements in it. Don’t read if you’re really sensitive or depressed.Words Left Unsaid - Kida Masaomi x Reader10 months ago in Drama More Like This
I’ve heard that you’ve left Ikebukuro with Saki. I’m glad that you two have made up and I’m sure that you both are very happy!
I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to say goodbye to you. During the time you went for the train station, I was taking care of my mom. Haha, you know how she is - she’s such a workaholic, and she exhausted herself out again. Sometimes I worry about her health, but I’m doing everything I can to make her days easier.
Gah, enough about me! I wonder how you’ve been doing. Are you and Saki living comfortably? I hope that you two have enough money. If you eve
How She BurnsShe has astral eyesHow She Burns1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the tongue of a phoenix
that scorches you
should you dismiss her.
With those milky whites
with a galaxy dropped in
and spooling in the iris
she sees right through.
She has asteroid eyes
that flicker so fast
you might not notice -
you just might not
notice the milky ways
that a galaxy dropped in
spools in the iris
of a phoenix gone wild
KiliXReader 2 (Baking in Erebor)The Lonely Mountain had been reclained by it’s rightful owner, Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror, from the Great Dragon Smaug the Terrible. Kili was well and you were living your live to the fullest with him. From your first meeting in the Jails of Mirkwood, to reclaiming the Mountain had been quite an adventure for the both of you. You became one of Erebor’s greatest chef’s, and Kili was one of your greatest admirers. He courted you whenever there was time, you watched the stars fly through the night sky together, you ran through the forests and the plains, picked flowers in the meadows and braided each other’s hair. And sometimes he would sneak into the kitchens just to see you.KiliXReader 2 (Baking in Erebor)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Kili! I told you , I’m really working today! It’s Bombur’s birthday today , and I have to bake a whole bunch of items.” You smiled at the sight of Kili, but wished not for monkey business during this time tight schedual. He leaned in the doorway for sup
FreedomThere are two sides to every story. There’s the side that the world is familiar with. The side that can easily be shared with your friends and coworkers. The side that is allowed to be discussed in the daylight and over dinner.Freedom2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But then there’s always the other side. It lingers like a cold chill in October, seeping through the warm scarves and jackets and clinging to the soul with its relentless fingers. Others may not see it, but it grips onto the heart, not letting go and demanding attention at the worst of times. It is the kind of story that is not meant for the faint of heart, the story that others should always remain wary of. The story that you don’t tell your parents, instead lying and saying that you just fell out of a tree.
History has always been told by the winners: tales of kings, queens, knights, emperors, and proud nations that refused to be ruled over. It is an ongoing tale about heroes and villains, of adventure and freedom. History, on the outs