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Christmas Greeting (Chritmas Poem by Cornish Poet Clive Blake) Phoetry – Visual Poetry – Concrete Poetry - Christmas Poetry - Poetry

Oh robin you so symbolize,
The spirit of Christmas cheer,
The chirpy way you bob about
At this festive time of year.

A Merry Christmas we exchange,
Our eyes through holly meeting,
Worth more to me than worldly-goods,
That warm unspoken greeting.

Other Christmas poetry:

Is There Anyone For Stuffing? - Christmas Humor by CliveBlake        Wisdom In Triplicate -Christmas Poem - Poetry by CliveBlake

This 'phoem' is titled "Christmas Greeting” (Christmas Poem by Cornish Poet Clive Blake) Phoetry – Visual Poetry – Concrete Poetry - Christmas Poetry - PI describe Phoetry as a fusion of poetry and photography.
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photography by Chris Robbins MPAGB, AFIAP.

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Sometimes I think it could be for the best.
Maybe it is what you see as a test.

We were friends, we were allies.
We took on the world, with our heads held up high.
What happened, what changed?
Why did what we have, suddenly have to go and die?

Is it over? Are we done?
A strange mix of feelings, they're hard to describe.
Did it matter? Was it worth it?
Your intentions leaving questions, they're all that reside.

Must advance, need to dance.
The world is still waiting, and our light needs to shine.
Can't hold back, can't be slack.
Our group is now ready, to make our advance towards the finish line.

You may have chosen this path, you may have made some bad choices.
But you're a friend until the end, that is my opinion and I'll voice it.

Best of Luck.

A poem by me, Lewin Griffin. Lead artist of House of Heroes.

Not sure what to make of it all. This situation still hurts a lot and I'm just glad to have the rest of the group trucking on strong even though we're down a member.

I feel though, a slight reassuring excitement building as I watch the other members, including our new members, prepare their new projects for our Studio.

Be it the winds of change, a positive change, I believe that is what I feel is coming.

As for this poem, I rarely throw up my poetry, as I've never been good with words.

Consider this a rare treat. The quality won't be as good as Chen's poems, but it was never about competitiveness, merely a tribute to a friend.

I'll be off to prepare tonights funny comics now.


To all our supporters and fans, know that we care for all of you, and appreciate all the support you have given us these past few months.

Even more so, we hope you like the new changes coming your way, allowing you to be more involved with the studio.
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I remember there was a time,
When I thought I had committed a crime.
I remember feeling my mind wonder,
As the first idea of you went through me like thunder.
First all I could feel was a hollow fear,
Then came the first happy tear.
My little baby nestled within me,
I just thought of how it would be.
A warm little someone to love and protect,
This little person I would never regret.
A son or a daughter,
Would be my joy and laughter.
I didn't care if they threw me out,
This child was mine without a doubt.
I would sit awake for hours,
Thinking of the blessed powers.
How wonderful it was to have you!
Being absolutely steadfast and true!
And my love was unconditional,
There was no want for anything additional.
When I told your father,
He wasn't thrilled that I was going to be a mother.
He was scared,
He worried how this was to be shared.
In a rush of emotion,
I threatened to keep you from his devotion.
My little miracle from heaven's beauty,
He was such a calamity.
He wasn't worthy of seeing your face.
He didn't deserve my grace.
But as I was prepared to have my life with you,
My hopes and fears came true.
You were not.
You were merely a thought.
A dream held onto in the cold of night,
To save me from my loneliness and fright.
My little dream,
I wish I had you.
Things were so much easier to do,
When my only thought was of you.
I did not have a single selfish thought,
When I was your mother.
When I had you.
Teen pregnancy is a big deal. It's scary and difficult to deal with.

This is an account of my experience, personally, with it. I was 19 at the time and very scared.

Use protection or be abstinent.
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This fanfic takes place during “Not quite Famous”. It is what would have happened if Noah hadn’t been so snooty during Dodgeball, and stayed while (I hate doing this) Lindsay got voted off instead. It contains slash, so if you don’t like, hit the ‘back’ button and get on with your life.
Chris had set up some talent show for the next challenge and Trent, DJ, Heather and Bridgette had already gone up. So far, the Gophers were ahead by a longshot. Trent was ahead with his lovesong, DJ had messed up his ribbon act, Heather had caused Gwen to run away in embarrassment, and Bridgette had barfed all over everyone. Cody was up next. He had originally been thinking about Gwen when he came up with his act, but hearing Heather read her diary and inform everyone about her crush on Trent, he thought about how maybe he should just stop pretending to like her and just be true to who he was really crushing on. Sitting next to the empty seat Gwen had left, was Noah, book in hand and not really paying attention to anything.

“Alright campers, next up: Cody.” Chris announced before he left the stage. “Good luck Codemister. Your gonna need it…” He mumbled to the short teen.

“Hey Chris, can you uhh… do something for me?” He asked before whispering something into Chris’s ear.

The host’s eyes widened. “Dude! That’ll be awesome for ratings!” He then ran off to go find the lighting crew.

Cody walked to the center of the stage with a microphone in his hand. He looked at the crowd and gulped. Music started to play.

“I was dumped by her over and over again!
So I made up my mind, it must come to an end.
Look at me now,
Will I ever learn?
I don’t know how.
But I suddenly loose control,
There’s a fire within my soul.”

Noah hadn’t looked up from his book the whole show, but hearing Cody, he knew this was just some plan to get Gwen. How he wished it was him he was singing to.

“Just one look and I forget everything,
One more look and I forget everything.
Mamma Mia, here I go again,
My my, how can I resist you.
Mamma Mia, Can you really see,
My my, How much I liked it when you kissed me.”

A spot light was now shinning on Noah. He looked up and covered his eyes. He moved his hand up to block the light and saw Cody staring right at him. His eyes widened.

“Yes! I’ve been broken hearted!
Blue since the day we parted!
Why, why, did I ever let you go?”

Noah smiled, not smirked, he smiled a happy smile. He was blushing, though no one could tell on his dark skin. He stood up.

“Mamma Mia, now I really know,
My, maah-!” Noah had climbed on to the stage and pounced on him.

“I could never let you go.” Noah finished for him before kissing Cody on the lips.

Cody’s eyes widened before closing. He wrapped his arms around Noah’s neck as Noah stole his tongue.

Chris walked on stage as the music stopped. “Well that was entertaining, right? Haha! Let’s see what Chef thought.” A little icon came on stage and blinked all the way to the end. “Haha! 10/10! Nice one Cody!” He turned to the boy who was still kissing Noah. “Uh… Okay, let’s just take a break while we try to get these two to stop.”

“No! Don’t make them stop! Izzy’ going to get her camera!” Izzy screamed before running off.

“Okay, let’s just go to commercial right here…” Chris begged the camera man to stop as Noah and Cody had suddenly become shirtless…

Short fic I came up with ages ago but had too much stuff to do to get done. Well, here it is. Hope you all like it!

And yes, Cody is pretending to like Gwen because he doesn't want anyone to know he loves Noah.

BAM!!! I wet there!!!!!

I own nothing
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Noah's POV
I put down my book for a moment, to glare over at the monologue clock on the wall. "1:42 am. Hmm, should I......Nah." I had many thoughts of slumber, but my book was much more intriguing. But, I was starting to yawn a lot, and it was getting quite annoying. So I marked the page and sat my book down on the night stand. I slowly bumped my head on the wooden headboard placed behind my bed. "This is honestly the best hotel Chris could get? That cheap schmuck!" I muttered to myself. It'd been three   years since total drama island. Three years since that one moment that changed my life. I woke up 'accidentally' kissing the ear of the cutest boy there. "Cody...." I sighed as something snapped in my head. "What on earth am I thinking? He's obviously into Gwen, and I'll never get Sierra gone!" I clenched my ears, somehow thinking this was all a bad dream, but it was far from it. "UGH." I said as my head was buried into my pillow. ~knock knock~ I hear the faintest noise come from the door. My covers were thrown off as I slowly but steadily made my way into the kitchen. But at my still slow pace, my socks didn't agree with that floor, causing me to fall. ~CRASH~  "Ouch! STUPID SOCKS!!" I heard a faint giggling coming from the other side of the door, separating me, and......That laughter......I felt my face heat up. "Cody?"
Okay, I know its short, but hey, its late. sorry.

Ill have more later....... ;)

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Title: The Magic Master
Genre:fantasy, magic
Summery: Alfred F. Jones has always been an explorer, and almost nothing can scare him (or so he thinks). But when a mysterious cave transports him to another dimension everything he thought was real will turn upside down. In this strange new world he is taken in by a gentleman with choppy blonde hair and impossibly green eyes who is known as 'The Magic Master', Arthur Kirkland. Alfred is puzzled by the fact that Arthur seems so familiar, and he is even more confused about the strange and magical world he has ended up in. As time goes on Alfred will have to make a tough decision: go back home to help his brother, or stay with the charming British Magic Master?

"Crud," Alfred F. Jones swore for what seemed like the fiftieth time as a tree branch hit him smack in the face. The nineteen-year-old readjusted his glasses, which had been knocked to the side of his face by the branch.

"By the time I get back Matthew is going to think that a bear attacked my face." He muttered, thinking about his younger brother while holding back as many of the seemingly endless branches with his arms as he could. Why does this forest have to have so many dang low branches?! In all the forests I've traveled through its never been this thick!

His face stung all over by now, and he was sure he was bleeding in multiple places. The fact that the dense undergrowth made the air hot and stuffy didn't help one bit.

But of course the brave explorer Alfred F. Jones would not be stopped by this! He had climbed to the top of Mount Everest, and gone down to the deepest parts of the oceans. So one little forest with a lot of stupid branches wasn't going to bring him down!

"Ow, crud!" He'd been too distracted with motivating himself that he forgot to keep the branches back.

Finally after about half an hour of getting whacked in the face he came to a small clearing. "Oh, thank the lord!" Alfred sighed in releif, running a hand through his golden hair. He was glad to finaly be out in the open air.

He stopped for a moment to take a good long drink from his canteen. Then he inspected his clothing for any tears. Nope, his blue hoodie and cargo pants were still intact, though of course they were a little dirty from him falling down a few times.

Okay, he could be a little clumsy at almost falling over the edge of a very steep cliff because he thought he'd accidentally dropped his lucky penny and wanted to look over the edge to see if he was right...but he was quick and sturdy so he is usually able to save himself from a serious injury. His brother Matthew on the other hand was amazingly agile and tended to be much more cautious then his somewhat overly enthusiastic brother.

Suddenly something in front of Alfred caught his attention. He focused his sky blue eyes on what appeared to be a small cave. "Oh, no way!" He said excitedly, immediately going inside the cave.

To his suprise the cave appeared much larger on the inside then he had expected. It soon became dark as he went further inside. He fished through his backpack until he found his flashlight and turned it on.

The beam of light struck the ground below him, revealing to his utter astonishment a strange complicated pattern carved onto the stone. "This is so awsome!" He said in a quiet voice.

After investigating the carvings more he saw what looked like a large circle with a slightly smaller circle inside of it. The space between the two circles was filled with writing that looked remarkably like Latin, but the writing was so small that he couldn't read them. Inside the smaller circle there was a six-pointed star.

In the center of that star was larger writing. Alfred got down on his knees by the writing and held the flash light over the writing. He read the words outloud, " Magia...ratio..."

Suddenly the lines of the carving began to glow. Alfred jumped to his feet with a small cry. The lines grew brighter and brighter untill he had to shut his eyes, a strange wind picked up around him...and then he was flying. He could feel himself flying through who knows where. His feet touched nothing as air rushed past him. Then, very quickly, the flying sensation stopped and he landed with a hard thud on the ground.

"W-what...the...heck...?" He groaned, feeling completely disoriented. He opened his eyes and saw that he was again in a forest, but it wasn't the same one. The trees were taller and it was less thick. The air seemed...fresher and the trees almost seemed unnaturally green.

He tried to sit up but felt a sharp pain in his right wrist. "Crap! Don't tell me its broken!" He was also sore in many other places. Man that trip really banged me up! I wonder where I am...

He'd barely finished his thought when a voice behind him said, "who are you, and what are you doing here?"
the idea for this just randomly popped in my head and I emediantly decided to turn it into a fan fic. I'm not sure if its going to have any thing really bad in it yet, but just in case I'll say its possibly mature. If I need to block it then go ahhead and tell me, I won't hesitate to do what nessisary.
I just randomly decided that Alfred was gonna be 19 in this story XD

DUM DUM DUM!!! CLIFF HANGER!! *I had to say that *shot*)
next part might be coming very soon!
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Cody and Noah Part Two
The Run In


Ridgewood High School
Chemistry 2 8:19 Am

    Cody was alright with his high school, but there was one downside to it: Sierra Alpine. Out of all the girls in the school, Sierra had a monster crush on him! Cody isn't a bad person, and Sierra isn't a bad person either, Sierra's only a little 'psychotic' and Cody only gets scared by her. In Callikon's Euro class, they had to watch a video on the French revolution, only most of the students were asleep. Cody laid his head on his desk and thought about hid dream once again. "I swear, I know who that little kid from before...." He thought as the video went on, even putting the teacher to sleep. I also know that house, I've seen it before... Cody turned his head and looked out the window Something about that rings so many bells... As soon as Cody said that the bell rang, waking the students in Ms. Callikons class. "Wait wha...?" the dozed off Callikon said. She wiped her green eyes and said "Okay, class, enjoy the rest of your day!" The open air halls were then filled with students heading to their lockers, hanging in their groups, doing their usual thing. Cody sped walked out of his second period class and dove behind a bush. With quick movements, he looked over the bush and scanned the area. "No sign of her." Sierra would pop up by his locker between every class. Most of the time, he'd make it through but Sierra was FAST. "Hiding from your girlfriend, eh?" said a male voice. Cody turned around and behind him was Ezekiel Valor. "She's not my girlfriend Zeke!" he said as he stood up. "Why are you hiding, eh? Her locker is on the other side of the high school!" "I know that! But she's also one of the fastest girls in the school!" Cody pointed out.

    Ezekiel and Cody share third period gym, were Sierra had a different gym teacher, one day they say her class run laps, Sierra out ran everyone! As the two boys made their way to their lockers, Cody was lost about the kid in his last dream. "Is Ms. Callikon showing a video? I heard that she is and that even she fell asleep and..." Ezekiel looked at Cody who was staring into space, he checked the area but didn't see the goth girl Cody would swoon over. "Yo, you awake, eh!?" Zeke clapped his hands in his friends face, waking him up "Whats wrong, you spacing out and Gwen's not near, eh!" Cody shook his head and said "Sorry Zeke, I just had this weird dream last night." Ezekiel closed his locker and and asked him to tell him as they made their way to gym. As they stretched, Ezekiel told Cody "I'm don't know what it means either, eh. But it could be a memory." "A memory?" he replied "The little guy might be someone you knew from when you were younger." Cody thought back to his childhood, though he was a bright child, he couldn't remember back any farther than second grade. "I got nothing! I can't remember!" Ezekiel told him "Well, I guess it could be something else!" Cody agreed and continued their gym period. The class had day of basketball, were Tyler Reyos tried to show off, but failed. The day went on and Cody thought of only what was in his dream: The young kid, what he said, and the house that stood near them. ' I know that little guy, But why cant I remember him?' this was the one thing in Cody's life that confused his mind. "I wish I knew who that kid was!" The next thing Cody knew, he bumped into someone. "Aw man, I'm sorry!" he said as he bent down to sort out his things from the other persons. "Its alright." Said the other person "I'm kinda new here!" "You are?" Cody asked, as he looked up. But when he did, so did the other person, they made eye contact.

And what happened?.....

Ridgewood High School
Chemistry Two 8:21

    After second period ended, Noah and the other students piled out of Mr. Harsigon's Chemistry class and out to their lockers. As Noah went to his he was approached by Alejandro. "Having a good day so far?" He asked with a smile "Noah turned his head and replied "Yeah, it's pretty" Alejandro leaned against the locker besides Noah's and asked "Do you need any help finding your other classes?"  "I have a map of the school. So I should be okay" "Alright amigo" the Spanish teen said. He looked at Noah as he put away his things and noticed something off about him. "Is there something troubling you, Noah?"  "Well, I had this dream last night...." he started "You did?" Alejandro said with sudden interest to know the new student "Tell me, I may know! My cousin is a psychologist." Noah lifted his bag into his locker and told Alejandro about his dream. "I have to admit, I don't really know what your dream may be telling you. But it could be reminding you of something" He said finally "Well, whatever it is, I can't remember. So I should ignore it...." Noah exhaled through his nose "I normally can figure out things harder than this but," Noah leaned his head against his locker, "But is really taking over." Alejandro was about to say something when Noah said he had to get to his next class. "I dread Gym, but I have to go! See ya!" Noah then strolled off, as Alejandro watched him. He shyly waved his hand, smiled and said "Adios amigo." Alejandro wanted to know more about Noah as he could. He thought if he could solve the problem of Noah's dream, he'd gain access to him. But what Alejandro didn't know was why he did anyway. "Could I be...." he asked as he made his way to the front office.

    Noah went through his day and tried not to think about it, but he couldn't get the small boy out of his mind. "That brown hair, the gap in his teeth, I know that from somewhere!" He thought. But as he thought about it, something pounced him like hungry cat. "HEY! NEW STUDENT!" A voice called out. Noah turned around and saw a girl about his age who pounced him. She had long red hair and wild green eyes, she wore a green outfit and even her teeth looked scary. "Wha-who...w-who are you!?" he asked in shock, the girl smiled showing her teeth and said "I'm Izzy McDowel!! And I'm in this class with you!!" Noah shook himself to free his shoulders but Izzy had a tight grip. "Welcome to Ridgewood!" Izzy held her head back and howled like a wolf. Then a tall, muscular girl with black hair. Izzy looked up and said "Hey Eva! Look! A new kid!" she held out Noah like he was prized doll. "He smells like soap!!" Eva walked up and set Noah out of Izzy's grasp. "Don't worry, she's not rabid" Eva told him "I think...." Noah looked at Eva and said "Should I be scared?" she looked at him and said "Don't be." Noah felt slightly better and introduced himself "I'm Noah, by the way. I'm from Eastriver." He held out his hand, but Eva said "I'm Eva." "EASTRIVER!!!???" Izzy said while doing a handstand "I have a cousin who lives in Eastriver! Do you know Jordan McDowel!?" Noah said he did, and knew what he'd go through with Izzy around. After a while, when he was with Izzy and Eva, he found out he had fifth period English with the two.

As Third and fourth period ended and lunch passed, Noah made his way to his locker, and once again the thought of the small kid in his last dream returned to mind. "What if it is a memory? And of what?" Noah was highly intelligent and his grades were amazing, but he could not remember that boy's face. "I know him from somewhere! I just.... don't know what! This is going to drive me crazy!"  Noah continued to his locker and thought "Maybe if I speak with a psychology teacher.... before his thoughts continued, he bumped into someone by a planter. It was another student who dropped their things along with his. "I'm sorry!" the person said, revealing to be a boy. "Its okay, I'm kinda new here!" Noah added, picking up his binder. When he lifted his head, he made eye contact with the student he ran into.

And what happened.....
Here it is Part two!!! Cody is trying to avboid Sierra and figure out his dream! Meanwhile Noah is adjusting to his new school and made three new friends! If you want the next part. wait please!!!

Can Cody out run Sierra?
Can Noah survive with Izzy, even with Eva?
Why was Alejandro watching Noah leave?
What did Alejandro mean when he said "Acess?"

Who did Noah run into?
Who did Cody run into?

What will happen in the next chapter?


EDIT - 1/26/2014
Hey guys, I made a few edits, fixed some spelling problems and removed a few lines, no biggie!

Part 3:
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"Feeling any better?" Spain questioned softly. He was lying beside the smaller Italian on their bed, his tan hand slowly stroking the boy's auburn hair while his immobile one stayed lazily by his side.

"It's been over a week and I still can't walk because my legs were burnt almost off! Do you think I'm feeling better, idiot!" The Italian snapped emotionally, swiping the man's hand away with a harsh movement.

Though he was happy he did, Lovino couldn't wrap his head around the fact Antonio had rescued him like he did. Still, he was pissed off, alarmed and even more emotionally unstable as usual.

At night he found himself being jerked awake by nightmares of a certain English pirate and flames trying to devour him. Every time, his face was hot and his small body sticky from sweat but he knew the hot tears running down his face wasn't the perspiration. Thankfully, Lovino didn't think Spain noticed when he woke up like this, except for a first three nights where he was shaken awake by the damned Spaniard for screaming in his slumber. He was glad that was so temporary.

Antonio just sighed and rolled over to face him as his hand was slapped away, keeping it missing from his head. "I'm sorry…"

"You should be. None of this would've happened if your stupid ass didn't fucking kidnap me!" Lovino retorted back instantly, rolling on his side like the other, but so his back faced him instead. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best to get rid of the rest of the world.

"That is no way to treat your Capitaine!" A strange, new accent spun into the air. Lovino's eyes shot back open, staring around for the strange source. His hazel eyes lying on a tall, long haired blonde with a slight beard and colorful pirate clothes.

"F-Francis?" Antonio stuttered oddly. "What are you doing here?"

The Frenchman chuckled, the sound making Romano shiver.

"Well, you see, my friend. I heard you were hurt, so I came as quickly as I could to help you in your state." The man grinned widely. "Well, me and Matthieu, of course!"

The strange Frenchman glanced behind him, his arm reaching out to someone who stepped forward and he wrapped his arm around…Alfred!?

"W-What?" Lovino sat up, ignoring the scorching pain that ran through his injured legs from the sudden movement. "A-Alfred?"

The boy blushed, his cheek color matching the red scarf wrapping around his head. He was holding some sort of bear too, the Italian noted silently.

"Alfred? No! I said, this is Matthieu!" Francis whined. "Though, he is Alfred baby brother…"

"O-Only by a year and a half!" The look alike added quickly, not liking being referred to as a baby. "But yeah…I'm Matthew. Nice to meet you, Lovino. Nice to see your again, Captain Antonio."

"Oh…" Lovino muttered, still in slight confusion. Yes, he could see now. The boy looked a lot like Alfred, but his eyes were a rare violet color Romano hadn't seen before in eyes. His skin was slightly paler somehow, since he was obvious at sea all the time. His hair was longer and slightly wavy and he was shorter. "Matthew…"

"And to you, Mattie." The Spaniard replied with a grin, now sitting up beside the Italian. "But anyway, mi amigo, you really came all this way just to help me out?"

France smiled, though his blue eyes suddenly darkened, glancing at Lovino. "Sort of…"

The Frenchman moved the two wooden chairs that had been put in their room, setting them both facing the bed. "I'm afraid I have some bad news, mon ami." He assembled himself into one of the chairs, his underling in the other beside him.

Both men in the bed staring at the suddenly miserable looking two with curiosity.

"Well, France? What is it?" Spain urged impatiently.

The blonde took a long breath, his darkened sapphire eyes flowing over Antonio before sticking onto the small Italian.

"Well, mon ami, I know that Arthur is the one that brought this trouble onto you but…"

"Wait," the Spaniard stuttered. "D-Did you form an alliance with him?"

"No! As if I would align with that tasteless Englishman!"

"Then what-"

"Shut up, idiot, and he can tell us!" Romano butted in, smacking the man beside him.

"Ah, yes. Anyway, I know Arthur has done this to you…I heard myself from the people of North Italy…"

France watched the small Italian flinch, knowing the bad news must be something about his younger brother.

"Yes, I was going there to meet with Feliciano like I do every few months. I had been told an English ship was spotted leaving by one of my crew members, but I thought little of it. They, though, had obviously not seen my ship." He took another deep breath. "I headed into the city with my crew, most of them running off to get supplies while a few, including Matthieu of course, came with me to that God-like place your brother calls home."

The Frenchman paused, envy making his face twist. But, soon, his features rested again into sadness. "When I made it, they were getting rid of a group of killed men in his home. Their blood was everywhere and as I inspected more, I noticed many of your brother's riches were gone and he wasn't in sight. When I asked what had happened, I was horrified."

"What! Did the kill Feliciano?" Lovino yelled in terror.

"No! No…" Francis answered nippily. "No, they didn't kill him. That English ship, It had been Arthur's. He had gone to Northern Italy and taken your brother as a prisoner on his ship, killing anyone who got in his way and taking his most valuable items for himself."

Romano was trembling madly, his eyes wide with tears.

"Lovi…" Spain said quietly, putting a hand on his shoulder just to get it shaken off.

"Don't give me your bullshit! This is your damn fault!" Romano snapped, tears streaming down his face. "And you! Your brother helped that bastard take mine prisoner!" He glared at Matthew, who flinched with slight guilt.

"Lovi, calm down, it wasn't Mattie's fault!"

"I know, stupid Spaniard, it was yours and you know it!" The boy sobbed angrily, shoving the covers off his injured body. He heard Matthew gasp at the ugly sight of his burnt, black legs but he ignored it.

The Italian grumbled, cursing under his breath as he pulled himself forward more.

"Lovi! Be careful or you'll pull yourself off the be-Lovi!" The shocked Spaniard gasped, watching his underling pull himself off level so he fell, smacking onto the hared floor.

"Lovi! Are you okay?"

"Don't touch me, bastard!" He commanded quickly, his useless legs lugging limply behind him as he used his arms to move. He grabbed onto anything he could, pulling himself away from the others by dragging his lower half on the floor. Now, new tears form in his eyes, now from the immense pain his legs gave him.

"Lovino, wait don't-!"

"Shut up! I don't want to listen to you!"

"You can't even walk, Lovino!"

"Whose fault is that!"

Spain flinched, seeing the hurt glare the boy shot him. But suddenly, as he watched his underling crawl on the floor, the other two just staring, he clenched his teeth.

Spain stood, keeping most of the weight on his left leg. "I think not, Romano." He sneered, moving closer to the cursing boy and grabbing his collar. Soon, he jerked him up so that his feet barely touched the floor. He watched as the boy cried in pain for only a moment before he was tossed back onto the bed. "I told you not to move, South Italy. And the Captain will not be disobeyed." He told him sternly.

Antonio's green eyes dared the younger Italian to try something, but the fear had seeped through and the boy submitted back against the wall, pulling the covers over him again.

"I'm sorry, Francis, Mattie." Antonio sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed in front of them. "Please, go on."

The timid Canadian looked at the ground, but Francis nodded, knowing it was rare when his friend got aggressive, and this little Italian hadn't seen him at his worst.

"Thank you, Tonio. But actually, to what Lovino said about Matthew's brother helping our dear friend Arthur." He said, the last part with his smooth, sarcastic tone. "The towns people gathered some information by over hearing some of the English pirates as they rioted through the city. Apparently, Alfred hadn't helped raid the place."

"No? Well, he must've still been on ship. You know the boy is against all this kind of piracy and evil."

"Well, kind of…" Francis mumbled lowly, taking a moment to pause in thought. Then, his blue eyes looked back at his curious friend. "Alfred wasn't on the ship, he was in it. The lowest point where the prisoners are kept."

"He was taking care of a prisoner?"

"No…he was one of the prisoners. Apparently even Arthur couldn't keep himself composed with his love for the boy after snapping with anger and he's back to his old self again. Surely you must have noticed that ever since Arthur saved Alfred and took him into his crew that the Englishman had been more merciful. Almost like that American had tamed him like some wild beast. But now, Al's stuck in a cage, probably with Feliciano, and Arthur is back into the wild once more and it's not taking him long to wreak havoc, it seems."

~~~~~ Kirkland Ship ~~~~

Alfred couldn't take it. The whiney sobs coming from the curled up Italian shivering in the corner was scorching his ears and tearing his hurt heart. How could Arthur do something like this?

Sure, Alfred had heard the stories of the horrible things of what the pirate Englishman had done before he was part of the crew. But he'd never actually seen him do it before. He felt tears build up in his own eyes, staring irritably at the floor.

How could a valiant hero…love a vulgar pirate this much?

"We're going to die…" Alfred's head shot up, staring at the crying boy on the other side of the cage. "We are going to die, aren't we?"

"No, we won't. You won't be hurt, Feliciano." Alfred replied back, trying his best to comfort him. Though he was sure his confinement was temporary, he was worried about Arthur's plans for Feliciano. "I'll make sure of it."


Captain Arthur had come and gone as the days passed, bringing his prisoners their one meal a day personally. He would stay and talk, usually with an irritable mocking tone. But one day, after the two boys sharing the cage had managed to become friends, Alfred was even able to lift the Italian's spirits, Arthur crushed them once more.

"Hurry up and eat, you two have got a long day ahead of you when we get to Turkey." The Englishman chuckled lowly.

"What?" The American questioned, sitting beside his newly found friend. "Why?"

England's grin turned upward more. "You, North Italy, shall have the privilege of being traded to the Turkish Empire where you'll be a private slave if you, Alfred, refuse the true taste of piracy like you should've long ago! Alfred, you are going to fight one of Turkey's most ruthless soldiers. He has killed many innocent people, so do not take him for granted. If you win the battle, I shall keep North Italy and he will become part of the crew. But if you lose, as I promised Sadiq, Italy will become his slave and he will take over North Italy." The Englishman laughed. "And trust me, Sadiq doesn't have the best record of being kindly to his slaves or territories."

Laughing nastily, the confident Englishman stood up once more and left the two stunned friends in their cage.

~~~~ That Night ~~~~

"Alright, Feli, it has to be around midnight by now, let's hurry and start our plan." Alfred whispered as if he'd be heard. He moved away from his friend to the door, starting to play with the lock holding them in.

"A-Are you sure this will work?" The Italian shivered fearfully.

Alfred grinned as the lock came undone in his hands. "It's the best chance we have to escape. I told you, I'm not going to let him hurt you and I won't fight."

Quietly, the American pushed open the cage door, grabbing his friend's hand and pulling him out with him. "Remember, stay quiet…" If Alfred had learned anything from Arthur and his crew while he was here, it was how to escape being arrested.

The light haired teen tightened his grip on the other's hand as he climbed up the case towards the deck. He pushed open the small door, peeking through the small crack he made. "It's clear, they're all asleep." He informed softly, pushing the door open the rest of the way. "Let's go."

He quickly led the smaller male to the other side of the deck, knowing a smaller boat was stashed under other things to camouflage it.

"Help me move this," he ordered quietly, the two of them pulling a large cloth off the little boat.

"Artie's smart, he knows how to be prepared…" But Alfred shook his head, realizing he was thinking folding of the Englishman at the wrong time.

Once it was uncovered, the two, though mostly Alfred since Feliciano could hardly lift the other end, carried the thing to the side of the ship.

"Grab food and fresh water out of those crates and put it into the boat," Feliciano was told quickly while the other strapped the boat to the proper ropes to be lowers down.

When they were done, Alfred sneaked off as Feliciano climbed into the boat.

"I'm back, I had to get this." He set a few maps, papers and a compass into the floor before climbing into the thing himself. "Now grab that rope and help me lower. If I'm right, we shouldn't be too far away from Greece if we left from North Italy and are headed toward Turkey. We just have to head north."

The two, Alfred tense and upset, Feliciano scared and uneasy, lowered the small boat onto the calm waves of the ocean.

Alfred grabbed two paddles, putting them into position before he started to move them away from the large pirate ship with the compass and map by his side.

"Alright, Feli. Let's get to Greece, we should be there in about two days if I'm right…we can get some help there, and no one will be able to hurt you."

*French translations:
Capitaine- Captain
Matthieu- Matthew
Mon ami- my friend
Chapter TEN!!

France and Canada DEBUT!! :iconyaycanadaplz: :iconyayfranceplz:


~~~ Alfred and Feli snuck out at midnight and stole a life boat kind of thing and are rowing to Greece, if you didn't understand ~~~ XD :iconyaygreeceplz:

Totally inspired by this awesome peice: [link]

Read on:
Part 1: [link]
Part 2: [link]
Part 3: [link]
Part 4: [link]
Part 5: [link]
Part 6: [link]
Part 7: [link]
Part 8: [link]
Part 9: [link]
Part 10: Here!!
Part 11: [link]

*Note: I don't own anything/anyone of these characters!
Hetalia (c) Hidekaz
Art is (c) [link]
Art NOT by me!!
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Show Me How You Burlesque

A dull echo of thunder sounded across the cityscape of Los Angeles. The night sky appeared gloomier than usual because of its clouded visage from the current rainfall. The pitter patter of the rain drops sounded against the streets and sidewalks of downtown. Taxis rushed from place to place, trying to earn as many customers as they could to fulfill their quota for the day. Others, like one Arthur Kirkland, were taking the pedestrian route, not afraid of a little rain and wet clothing. His hands were stuffed in his coat pockets, his left fist clenched around a wad of paper with an address on it.

'That bloody frog's place better still be open…'

He flicked his wrist to check the time and saw that it was just a few minutes past 11.

"Hell, it might not even be open yet…" He sighed and rushed over to stand underneath an awning as the rain continued to fall. His urge to loosen up and get a few drinks in his system was getting stronger by the minute. He told himself that the only reason he was going to his old dorm mate's place of business was because the Frenchman has sent him a text earlier that said he would give him free drinks if he sat in and filled at seat at his club.

Club Rouge, or just "The Rouge" if you were familiar with it, was the best kept secret in LA. It used to be some old two-story family owned store but once they went out of business, Francis bought the run-down place from them and transformed it into his dream;  a burlesque club. Once, he had slapped Arthur when he mistook it for a strip club, thinking the two things were the same. Arthur, with a red cheek and a sore fist (after punching Francis back in the jaw) learned that they were certainly not the same thing. Burlesque was an 'art', as Francis put it; a subject dancing to music, telling a story with their expressions and movements of their bodies.

Yeah, and taking off their knickers, Arthur thought.

He took out the piece of paper again, gave it a once over and walked a few more blocks west to get to the corner building with the red neon letters in cursive. The full sign had the name "Club Rouge" on it but the lights that were supposed to illuminate the "Club" never worked so people always thought it was just "Rouge". Simplicity in its best form, Arthur supposed. He wasn't surprised that Francis chose such a name, especially in his native tongue. A hazy memory of a drunken conversation crept up on him as he made his way passed the entry gate and to the stoop of the building.

"So why did you call it 'Roug-ey' anyway?"

Francis grimaced at the butchering of his beautiful language. "It is pronounced 'rouge' you uneducated brute. And is it not obvious?"

Arthur hiccupped, taking another shot of scotch. " 'M not 'uneducated'. We went to the same bloody university you frog…and it's not obvious to me." Another hiccup.

Francis smirked, "Well, mon ami. When you think of 'red' what comes to your mind?"

Arthur stared down at his drink, "Lust…sex. Right? It's about sex?"

"Not entirely, no. Mon dieu, when you are drunk you lose all sense of romanticism. Non….red is when the blood flushes one's cheeks, they heat up and blush after a lover has whispered erotic nothings into your ear. Red is when your pouted lips are swollen and sensitive from being kissed too much. Red is when that lovely thing between one's legs is erect and red, swelling and dripping—"

Arthur shook his head. Something was definitely wrong with that memory. Mind out of the gutter. He reached for the handle and pulled, breathing a sigh of relief that it was open. He let himself in and pushed away his trench coat collar that was shielding his face from the wind. The stillness and silence of the atmosphere surprised him. Wasn't there supposed to be music? As if on cue, the band next to the main stage started to play a ragtag tune to get them warmed up. Arthur unbuttoned his coat and shimmied his arms out of it, placing it on the coat rack near the door. He moved to the bar and sat at a barstool that was near the foot of the catwalk that extended from the elevated stage. He noticed a few people were around, employees sweeping, a couple sharing a bottle of wine at a small table in the back and a handful of girls sitting at a table in the corner, all bubbly and giggly.

Arthur sighed, it was too late to deal with annoying people or any kind of person tonight. All he wanted to do was drink and go home to sleep and escape his unhappy reality. While he was sulking, another blonde walked up behind him and scratched his beard against Arthur's exposed cheek, knowing it would agitate the man.

"Agh! I bloody HATE it when you do that, Francis!"

He smiled, "Glad you could make it, Arthur! I knew you would never turn down free drinks~"

"Yeah, whatever. Just get me started on a whiskey and keep them coming until I look ready to pass out."

"Well that would be only three drinks then~"

"Shut up and get me my drink!"

Francis tutted, "So pushy. You will never find anyone to be with if you stay that way. Try smiling and being nice for a while."

Arthur pulled his lips back, showing all teeth in an obviously fake grin. "May I please have my bloody whiskey so I can go home?"

A sigh came from the Frenchman's lips. "Oui, you may. Mais! I will not let you leave until you see my new performer. I'm sure you will like this one~"

Now it was Arthur's turn to sigh. "Francis, I don't need you to set me up with anymore of your showgirls. They are all so boring and…the same. I'm fine on my own."

"Non, Arthur. I am not "setting you up with this one" as you say. I just want you to enjoy the show once it starts and tell me what you think, oui?"

"Yeah, wee. Whatever, now may I please have my bleedin' whiskey?"

"Antonio! Get this grumpy Brit his drink before he starts a riot!" Francis waved his hand and went off to go behind the curtain and backstage.

"Si, I'm coming!" The voice called out from the supply closet with the door ajar. With several bottles caged between his fingers, the bartender walked back behind the counter and smiled at Arthur. "Buenos noches, mi amigo. What can I get for you tonight?" he asked politely.

Arthur was a bit taken aback by his friendliness and bit back his sour tone. "Just a whiskey, please." He half mumbled and looked back out to the stage that was now illuminated.

"So, when do the acts start?"

Antonio put the glass in front of Arthur, "When it gets closer to midnight. Most of the
performers get here late anyway."

As if it were his first drink in ages, Arthur all but lunged at his drink and chugged it entirely before slamming it back down on the counter, relishing in the comforting burn that was now taking place in his throat. "Ahh...I need another."

Arthur spent the next half hour in this fashion; making small talk with the Spaniard bartender, who, he found out, had landed the job because he was childhood friends with Francis and drinking, sparingly this time, in between. Once the chairs started filling up with more and more people, the lights in the establishment dimmed and the band started to play softer music in the background to set the atmosphere. Arthur had about 3 drinks in him as the curtains began to pull back and a jazzy tune began to play. A lone black chair stood in the middle of the stage, a spotlight cast on it, with a petite looking girl curled up in a ball on the seat. There were whistles and a few claps after Francis' low voice announced her presence on the stage as "Julie Baby" and the audience quickly died down as the music began to play. The strings were being pulled from the bass cello and her dainty fingers started to snap along with the tempo, her movements slow and seductive until the drums came in and she spread her legs open wide, cat calls echoing from the back. Arthur recognized the song as soon as the lyrics started to play.

Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear
You give me fever when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever! ... in the mornin'
Fever all through the night~

The Briton noticed that many men were getting entranced by her slow removal of clothes, only leaving behind a slightly suggestive two piece of black lingerie. It was sexy enough he supposed,  but he just went back to drinking his whiskey. There were far too many things that snuck their way back into his mind, like his grocery list for tomorrow and the ache his butt was going to feel due sitting through another long day at the bank where he was a teller.

'Oh, and I have to get Penny her food too…" he added 'catfood' to the list of things to get in mind. Oh, and he needed to pay the rent and get started on doing bills. Perhaps he would have to cut the time he spent at the library writing his novel. At the snail-like rate his life was going he was never going to get published. Feeling more sullen than when he came in he decided that he had enough of the drink and turned his attention to the stage once again. He came here for a distraction and to Hell he went if he didn't get one. The music had stopped and there was applause. He was stuck in his own troubles for the whole bloody routine.

'Just great. One more and then I'll go home." He thought as the stage dimmed again and Francis' heavily accented voice came through the speakers once more.

"Ladies and gentleman, tonight we have something special in plan for you. A new performer who has plenty of promise and poise~"

Arthur snorted at that.

"It is a little treat for all those ladies here tonight~ and perhaps a few men here as
well, we don't judge~"

Francis was piquing Arthur's interest now. Who was the new performer? A male? It seemed like it with how he was describing the dancer.

"Now then, for your viewing pleasure, here is yours truly…Freddie Big Guns~!" his voice rang out.

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Feel sorry for the lad already, I wonder who came up with that name."

It wasn't like Francis to have two solo performances back to back.

'He must really want to show this one off', Arthur thought.

There was a pause for the lights to shine on the stage. One spotlight on the chair that was unmoved from center stage and the other was following the dancer as he made his way to the chair.

Come here big boy…

Arthur swallowed. Those were the first lyrics to the song? He was unfamiliar with this one but already it sounded sensual; more so than the last one. After that, his attention would remain undivided for newcomer 'Freddie Big Guns'.

The music started as soon as he took his first step on the stage.  With long and smooth strides he walked across the stage, whoops and hollers from women erupting the establishment. All he did was walk and the ladies were already melting in their seats.  

All Arthur could do was gape.

The man sauntered at his almost lazy pace and stopped until he stood behind the chair and draped his forearms on the upper rail of the chair. His position was slightly slouched since from where Arthur was sitting, he looked fairly tall. He raised his hand up and wagged his index finger from side to side in a "no" motion along with the lyrics.

You've been a bad, bad boy
I'm gonna take my time, so enjoy~

He moved to the side of the chair and sat down on the seat, facing the audience. His demeanor was relaxed, leaning back on the chair and opening his legs wide, his feet flat on the floor in front of the chair's front legs. His hands were caressing his chest, the fingers circling around what Arthur could guess was the man's nipple. His hand trailed down, down—harshly on his clothes with the heel of his palm and he arched his back.

With the fedora that was tilted above his eyes, it was hard to see what kind of expression he was wearing, the only thing that was any indication was the brief moment of him biting the right corner of his lower lip.

I wanna give you a little taste
Of the sugar below my waist, you nasty boy

The gloved hand strayed down to the middle of his legs and he fondled his crotch. And then, with a smirk his relaxed pose was gone, his elbows were now resting on his knees and his loose tie was dangling in between his legs. His right hand grabbed the wide end of the tie and his left hand wrapped its fingers around the taut fabric and pumped it up and down in the slow tempo of the music. The cheers and whistles got even louder; it seemed like this guy really knew how to work a crowd.  He pulled the knot of the tie down until it was undone and he slid it off his neck, rolling it into a ball and pretending to wipe his sweat off before he tossed it behind him. He stood up and stretched his hands in the air, letting thin button down that he was wearing ride up along with the muscle shirt underneath. With a few steps forward he jutted out his hip and stood there like a statue, giving the audience a picturesque moment in the routine, a flurry a flashes indicating that many people took that opportunity for granted.

Now if you're ready, come and get me
I'll give you that—

His hands went to the collar of the shirt, pulling it apart, button by button.







--y loving~

The sleeves slid down his toned arms and fell on the floor in a fluid motion. He kicked it to the side and turned his body to face right stage.  His face was still directed at the audience (who were going crazy with the shedding of the shirt) and let the top row of his pearly whites show in a coy smile.

Hush now, don't say a word
I'm gonna give you what you deserve

Thrusting. He was thrusting into the air and he was biting his bottom lip again.

Arthur didn't dare blink, his heart rate was drumming so fast; he did not want to take his eyes of the man who he was convinced was sex on legs.

He couldn't help but admire how the man's outfit was modest in its own sexy way. Loose gray trousers were hanging off of his narrow hips, hugging his behind and thighs in the most beautiful way possible. The only thing keeping them from falling was his suspenders that made a 'Y' across his back. Underneath those suspenders, was a thin, white, muscle shirt. And with this figure, it was rightfully named. The material was practically see-through with all the lights that were shining on him. It fit taut across his chest, allowing the slopes of his abs and pectorals to show through.

The dancer ran his hand up to caress his firm behind and accentuated the crack between his cheeks.

Put your icing on my cake
You nasty boy

'Oh God, 'icing'? That is the most alluring euphemism for semen I have ever heard…shut up, conscious! Let me enjoy this!' Arthur looked away just for a moment to catch his breath and looked back at the stage. Now he was pulling off his gloves with his teeth.

'Is there anything that this man can NOT make sexy?'

He gave his ass a sharp smack and moved his other hand to cover his mouth, like if he was caught doing something bad and got caught. What he did next however, completely took
Arthur's breath away. He moved around the stage, back and forth, arching his back like a cat and making slow movement with his hands with the crescendo of the music. With the short pause, he shifted his position, giving his facial profile to the audience. One hand was on his hip and the other was tilting his fedora hat up and Arthur could have sworn that the performer's eyes were staring right into his own. He was so caught up in the shade of blue that he was almost certain could never exist in any tangible thing that he almost missed it when he mouthed a part of the lyrics to Arthur.

"You nasty boy…"

Arthur was dumbstruck and in denial. Alright, no way was he looking at him and in no way his eyes were the most captivating shade of blue that Arthur had ever seen.

They probably weren't even blue…' he tried to reason with himself.

Facing forward again, and keeping his eyes on Arthur he outstretched his hand and bent his ring and pinky fingers to his palm. With his makeshift "hand" gun he aimed it right at the Brit.

Oh baby for all it's worth
I swear I'll be the first to blow—

Both were eye to eye.




He pulled back his hand and blew off the imaginary smoke from his index and middle fingers.

Now that you're ready, give it to me
Just give me that hot, sweet, sexy loving
…Now give me a little spanking~

He threw up his hat to the audience and started to spank himself again, pulling off his suspenders and letting them fall to hang around his thighs. He twirled and landed on the chair, crossing his legs and hooking his arm on its back, again in the relaxed position that he started off with; like if the whole routine didn't happen. The lights dimmed and almost everyone that was in the building stood up and cheered. Most were chanting for an encore. The only person that was unresponsive was the person that was probably the most affected by the performance.

Arthur just sat there with his mouth agape and staring at the stage. His eyes trailed down to his lap and the fedora that rested perfectly on his thighs. His lower jaw met his upper and he looked back to the bar, his unfocused eyes just staring at a half-empty bottle of whiskey. There was the distraction he was hoping for.

There was no doubt about it.

Arthur simply HAD to see that man again.
So this is a little something that wouldn't get out of my head after I read this mini comic on pixiv: [link]

This isn't copying the comic, I was just inspired with one of the panels and I did my own thing with the rest.

First song: Fever--Peggy Lee

Second song: Nasty Naughty Boy--Christina Aguilera

Chapter 2- [link]

Why must I always update something when it's midnight! So weird... ANYWAY. Please excuse my choreography and stage names. >//<;
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