Crack Fairytales - The Wurst PrinceAnd so we have heard the story of the Tomato Prince Antonio and the Pasta Princess Lovino... but what of the younger princess, Feliciano? Well, dear reader, fear not for that story is about to come.
As usual, this story takes place once upon a time in a land far away. The Pasta Kingdom had been allied with the Wurst Kingdom for quite some time. The Pasta Kingdom would always turn to their friends whenever they found themselves in danger. The Pasta King and the Wurst King knew each other from their childhood so it was fairly obvious why their kingdoms were allied.
But I'm going off the subject again, for this story is about the youngest Princess, Feliciano.
Feliciano Vargas, Princess of the Pasta kingdom was a happy, bubbly young man with a good heart. He was nice to everyone he met though when faced with danger he was always the first to run away. The Pasta King was worried, for he had to decide whether Feliciano or his brother Lovino should take the throne after his passing. Both prin
Crack Fairytales - The Tomato PrinceOnce upon a time in a land far, far away from here lived a handsome prince named Antonio. Antonio was prince of the wonderful and beautiful Tomato Kingdom and the prince had a happy life there; the citizens of the kingdom loved him and they knew that he would be a great and powerful ruler.Crack Fairytales - The Tomato Prince in Humor More Like This
However, there was just one problem.
When it was time for Antonio to take the throne, he would need a Queen. A King could not rule without his Queen after all.
Antonio had met with many princesses from many far away kingdoms but not one of them was what he was looking for. Time was running out for the prince and Antonio needed to find his future queen right away. The problem was, was that he didn't know where to start looking.
But he would have to start somewhere, right?
And so he did. The prince packed essentials and informed the kingdom that he would not return until he had found a suitable Queen. His family and loyal subjects wished him well and the prince set off on his long and tiring journey.
ColourLovino hated the rain. He could start explaining why in a fancy poetic fashion but the truth was that he hated it simply because it was wet and cold and every time he walked to his apartment, some fucker would always drive through a large puddle and end up soaking him.Colour in Romance More Like This
"God fucking damn it," Lovino cursed. He knew he had to venture outside but he really didn't want to.
Lovino looked over at his room mate, Antonio, and scowled, "It's fucking raining."
"I like the rain! It makes the tomatoes grow!" Antonio beamed. Lovino rolled his eyes, knowing that the Spaniard would say something like that. The nickname 'tomato bastard' wasn't given without a reason, you know.
"You'll fucking turn into a tomato if you continue eating so many," Lovino stated and got himself comfortable on the couch. Antonio beamed, "So will you!"
"I don't like tomatoes," Lovino said as he picked up his tomato-decorated coffee mug. Antonio merely nodded, "Sure you don't."
Lovino merely huffed
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Lovino also liked naps. However, he wasn't too keen to take one with the tomato bastard he called a lover. Here he was at Antonio's house for the first time in weeks and this was one of the rare opportunities that the two nations got to see each other; their bosses had kept them so busy lately that they found it hard to even speak to each other let alone see each other. With all the crap that had been happening lately, Lovino actually welcomed the break. He welcomed the little holiday with open arms and even if was only for a weekend, it was better than nothing.
Antonio smiled lightly, lying comfortably in the bed. He gestured to the smaller male before him and pulled on his wrist lightly, tugging him onto the bed beside him. Lovino scowled, having landed in an awkward position beside the Spaniard and huffed, "I don't approve of this."
"Aww, why not? I just want to take a nap with you that's all!" Antonio said, adjusting his position slightly
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He'd say he didn't care. He'd say that he wouldn't miss the Spanish nation if he was ever asked if he would. He said that he would be perfectly fine alone during that time. He said that he could cope without him.
And he was... for a day or two at least. Lovino loved the freedom of doing whatever he wanted whenever he was alone. There was no Spain to boss him around. There was no Spain to tell him what he could and could not do, to tell him where he could and could not go. No Spain to tell him he shouldn't eat too many tomatoes or he will be sick, no Spain to tell him when he should go to bed. No Spain to tell him to do his chores. No Spain to tell him to stop being lazy and help out once in a while.
This freedom was something that Lovino enjoyed for a while... but soon the small nation f
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The late evening light reflected off the ocean's too blue surface and the sun was slowly setting behind the horizon in the distance. The golden sand beneath him was soft to the touch and no longer warm, and the cool evening breeze whipped through his dark locks softly. Tourists bustled around him, talking amongst themselves and smiling happily as they enjoyed the Spanish evening. Despite the beautiful scenery around him, Lovino's frown remained. He looked out at the ocean, watching the small shape of a cruise ship sail along the horizon in the distance. He sighed a little and adjusted his position on the sand; he would never admit it but he rather liked Antonio's beaches. Lovino tore his eyes away from the water and averted them downwards as he moved his hand to cup a small amount of sand. He watched it slip through his fingertips silently as he wondered what was taking that tomato bastard so long.
Lovino was taking a holiday; a much deserved holiday at that. For once, his
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You saw the way he looked at you, and to be honest you didn't know if you should be flattered or horrified. Francis always seemed to shoot you looks across the meeting table- winks, smirks, he'd kiss his hand and 'blow' the kiss towards you and he'd even make 'kissy faces' at you when he knew you were looking.
To be honest, the attention was great and all, but you knew of the French nation's reputation and you didn't really want to be another name on his long list of people he'd slept with.
You had more pride than that, therefore you weren't going to let him win.
Or at least... you were trying.
"Ma cherie, accept this rose as a token of my affections!" Francis smiled, holding the rose towards you. You looked at the rose with a flat expression before replying, "No thanks, I don't know where it's been..."
You were painfully aware of where roses seemed to be located on Francis' body...
The Frenchman's eyes widened, then he grasped the area near his heart and gasped, "Oh,
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He had tried to sleep, really he did. Of course he knew it would be difficult... but honestly, he didn't know it would be this hard.
Every time he closed his eyes he was plagued with visions of his brother hurt or worse. Every time he would encounter these visions, his eyes would snap open and he would stare into the darkness of the room for what felt like hours, attempting to calm his beating heart.
If he listened close enough, he could hear the voices of the three vampires in the room beside his own. If he listened hard enough he could make out snippets of the conversation... and it didn't look good. From what he could make out, none of the other males seemed to know what to do.
Lovino hated it. He hated the waiting, he hated not knowing anything. He hated everything that was happening and he wished he could just turn back the time and make everything go back to how it w
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Antonio would never forget the moment when he first laid eyes on him. His amber orbs, his dark brown hair, that frown and visible pout that proved to him that he didn't want to be here. But of course, moving to a new area was a little daunting; Antonio knew that from personal experience. He had moved to California from Spain a year before and if he was going to be honest, it took him a while to adjust and get used to the change. It was scary at first, but his two best friends- Gilbert and Francis- helped him through it. He met them at school and ever since they had been inseparable and that first day they had acted like they had known each other for years.
And that was why Antonio was now walking across the street to the house opposite his own with a bright smile. It was always good to have a friend, right? He approached the other brunette and extended his hand, that smile always remaining and he said, "Hola! I'm Antonio! I live across the street.
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The bright sunlight streamed through the small gap in the curtains. Lovino groaned and pulled the duvet over his head to block out the bright light. Staying up late was not a good idea now that it actually came to waking up...
Unable to continue sleeping, the Italian grudgingly removed the duvet from his head and sat up with a sigh. Running a hand through his hair, Lovino sighed and moved to the window to routinely close the curtains properly. Antonio needed to invest in some block-out blinds or something.
The Italian shuffled out of the room lethargically into the large living space to find his vampire tomato bastard strumming absently on his guitar. Antonio looked up when Lovino sat beside him and he smiled a bright smile, "Buenos días, Lovi!" he received a mumbled reply in response and the vampire chuckled, "Did you sleep well?"
"Meh... I guess," Lovino replied and
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"Who the hell are you?!" Lovino backed up to the door and watched the two intruders. They studied him for a moment and the Italian felt a shiver run down his spine. This was so fucking weird. If that stupid tomato bastard sent them then he would fucking pay!
"Oh, he is cute!" one of the men smirked widely. He tucked his wavy blond hair out of his face and he continued to trail his gaze up and down Lovino's body. The Italian blushed slightly; he felt as though the blond man was mentally undressing him. With a noticeable French accent, Lovino wouldn't put it past him.
"I don't know," the other man said with a German accent and Lovino wrinkled his nose.
"Another potato bastard... as if my life could not get any worse..." he mumbled to himself. The German man's red eyes narrowed slightly and he muttered something to his friend. The blond man continued to smirk at him, and now
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AmericaXreader Just maybe I'll be more to you
at the over noise Zombie party as music wave though people as they dance along, busy as people moved around, people chatting and catching up with each other.
You stood next to your boyfriend as Alfred watched from afar though you didn't noticed him though both of you are best of friends, you smiled at your boyfriend, "So___ I need to tell you something" your boyfriend said to you as he turn to you, is he going to tell me he's love me? I have loved him so long you thought hoping so. You smiled "what is it?" you asked coolly as you looked up at him, his smiled was gone with a sad look as he places his hand on your shoulder, "Sorry, but I'm dumping you" he said as he keep his eyes away from you in shame, tears fell down your cheek, this wasn't what you wanted to hear.
You ran off out to the balcony as you cried your eyes out , "Why?" you asked, he had always been there kind and gentleman to you and always had a laugh together .
You walked over
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God rest ye merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Christ, our Saviour
Was born on Christmas day
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
England walked down the street as he remember the story that has never left his soul, his people injoy this day, people retelling the tale of god son, Christmas lights to show the stars on that years back.the devil may never play with his people hearts, he knew each one was safe because god and Christ is there.
In Bethlehem, in Israel,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
As England sat in his chair he remembers what Israel had told him, how could he forget? He could not it every year this day repeats. He felt a hand on his shoulder, weak
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Notes: This (F/c) means Fur colour as you're a cat.
You and Germany are at England's house since he was going to take both of you too the Halloween party though you shouldn't have asked England as he was running around with potions in his hands which ended up on both on you and Germany, England eyes widen what he had just done "ooops!" he whispers though in his eyes there were a sparkle as this has been planned, "You Plan this didn't you Arthur!" you growled at him annoyed, everything to you had grown and your clothes were scatter under you, (f/C)cover you as a tail be hide you , "You turn me into a cat?!" you growled again at him, hissing could be heard beside you, you turn to see a Blue-y-gray cat and with the same icy blue eyes like Germany , "L-Ludwig?" you asked which makes him look at you "(Y-Y/N)?" , now both of your questions answers, look back to where England is but he was gone.
"Damn he got away "Ludwig said annoyed
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Sitting down and now calm, will a knock out Briton and a tried American could be calm as it could. "Umm? So how your missions been?"You asked. "Fine, they been easy lately. They don't do any of those awesome ones" he whined. "Al, not all missions are going to be adventurous, "you replied wisely ,"However they are very rare". Yao tapped your shoulder and looked at him, "Have you heard about this group of men wondering around the place?"He asked showing you a picture of a strange group. 'I feel like I seen them before but where?' you asked yourself. You shock your head "I've never see them before however I feel I have but then I could be wrong" you replied.
He smiled and pulled one out, it had a picture of a tall blond hair man, and he had a beard. He wore black glasses so you couldn't see his eyes. He wore a black suit; he looked like James bond however with brighter and longer hair. "His name is Francis"Yao inform you.
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You were with your friends but seem to get lost in the forest way to the party, why does this always happen to you? And you have no phone to get help and your friends have left you there in the night, oh your parents were going to kill you for your being on your own at night! "Damn it!" you growled annoyed.
The night was mostly pitch black but luckily you had a torch on you at least, though in your custom was cold at these times of night , a chill when down your spin as you heard "Ohohoh~!" in the air. Francis was here and you were alone not good!
You creep away from the area hoping he didn't follow, you wonder the green overgrown forest as you looked around, and fireflies dance around the area bringing you a warm feel, all you were missing was a boyfriend. A hot boyfriend, you were upset that you couldn't find one while your friends went and party with them, Lonely and lost you hated that the most. "Why am I always forgotten?" you asked yoursel
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There you sat bored at the Zombie ball; you sat alone as your friends dance with Alfred and Arthur. Yao and Kiku. But there a man stood against the wall alone as well. He has white pure hair. Beautiful purple eyes which shine when the disco ball light touch them, he show out from the group, he wore a white suit with golden lining, he had small white polar bear ears on his head, and a huge dogs collar around his neck with hold a golden triangular tag on it. And he had white polar bear hands on, he looked adorable cute to you, but you noticed something, people wouldn't stand long around him and if they were they were shivering so much but you ignore this.
He soon noticed you looking him up; both your eyes meet for a minute or two. He smiled, that sweet cutely smiles. It may you want to go up there and hug him but you just sat there transfixes to his deluxe purple eyes, the way they seem like a river of warmth but at same time lonely as they stare i
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Sitting in your chair at home you hold the gift you got from your secret Santa, who was he? You wonder as you looked at the white teddy bear, it was soft and again you read the mini letter the only clue they gave was 'Maple Hockey' nothing more, nothing less .it was so puzzling and it said he be coming down the chime this 24th at 12 o'clock , the only one who do this is America right? Right?
It was that day only it was still 11, the clock moved slowly as you slipped into boredom the book beside you had been finish, you had no feeling for drawing and on TV there was only rubbish. Only thing you kept finding was Football which was starting to piss you off. "Isn't anything I can do to pass the last minutes of the day?"You asked yourself.
Yet you came back to the gift and letter, Hockey? A country that had Hockey first? It
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"Oh my dear the sweet red poppy
Remember the old streets as people waited in fear for their loves ones
The lady's left behind in this mess, as they cried for their lost husbands and sons
Do they learn war is pain, horrible deathly yet we forget, forget that pain until..
These special 2 minutes of silent's"
England stood up as he gave the nod to his meeting parents and disappeared to the place held out with her majesty, she stood with many and he smiled when he saw you standing with the others at this old church, the priest started his speech and told everyone to sit down which they did.
They listen closely, all the people of Britain did, this was their respect and all agreed to such. Many at home watching TV so this moment. Many at school, Teachers brought their students to the hall as the clock slowly turned, people talked about the world war together. This was their respect, moment to respect the soldiers.
"Oh my dear the sweet red po
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You sat in the garden with your boyfriend; you both sat down having a warm cup of tea. The birds sang, the cat's meow, the dogs barked, the sky empty with it beautiful blue sky, England was wonderful today, the birds dance, flied together as family they were you sign at the quite nice afternoon. You turn to your boyfriend 'Arthur Kirkland' or is real name United Kingdom and northern Ireland, but many called Him UK or England for short, he was the nicest man you've ever met, kind and gentle, he hated seeing you upset or angry, he loved you for who you were and always will and you knew so and you loved him too but yet you where sacred of this love.
he was A country and you were human god simple like messing with the poor country heart, he always fall in love and knew he'll have to break away from them as he hated them being in so in love with him, so in love with him that he knew he couldn't end up going deeper and ending up hurting himself as that person dies, he
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Title: Right here waiting
Note: This is a trade with Yarj and I do not own the song in this and if you must know the name its Right here waiting sang by Richard Marx
Oceans apart day after day
And I slowly go insane
I hear your voice on the line
But it doesn't stop the pain
If I see you next to never
How can we say forever
Canada sat inside of his house which he shares with his brother and he hated such until that time, that moth you came to Canada for the holidays, he met you and all now he could think of was you, nothing but you as he waited for you to call, his mind slowly was going crazy, slowly his usual way of being there with his bear reading but no longer does that interest him, his heart wanted you, nothing more nothing less. The phone rang and he quickly grabbed it, "This is Matthew who is it?"he asked hoping for one person, "It's___ Mattie" you replied a smile came across his face, you both talked catching up, lis
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The Pirate's Treasure
Chapter One: His royal merman
Mermaids are beautiful creatures, no matter the gender. They, like most living things, have a sort of hierarchy. It consists of royalty, high class, middle class, all those that are in human societies. The main difference between them and humans, aside from the water and tails, are their royalty. Unlike human royalty, mermaid royalty have earned their crown.
In their blood lies special abilities; their tears create the most valuable jewels on land and water, and they are able to go on land by sprouting legs. For many years a common misconception was their inability to come on land, then they thought all of them were capable of it. It was only a few years ago, when a merman from the waters of northern Italy came on land for a man he loved.
He informed the world it is only their royalty with these abilities, and others that he
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Chapter Two: His Royal Pain
Antonio looks to the merman in front of him, debating on whether or not he should introduce the boy to his crew. Granted he is small and looks weak, but that isn't even the main thing that worries him. What worried him is the complete and utter ignorance of the human culture that Lovino seems to display. Even now, as he's watching the boy, he's staring at Antonio's brush completely lost.
"Is this a weapon?" Lovino asks, poking the brush edges and wincing. "Why do you keep it in your bedroom?"
Antonio sighs. "That's a brush, you comb your hair with it." He explains and Lovino looks at him in shock.
"You brush your hair with something so painful?"
"Ugh it's not painful " Antonio groans, walking over and taking it out of Lovino's hair before reaching behind his head and brushing his hair. "See? It feels nice, right?"
Lovino's cheeks are soon a
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All I want for Christmas is you
Romano returns to the home shared with Italy all by himself. His stupid younger brother decided ditching him for a certain macho bastard was a better idea, not that he cares. No, he doesn't, at least where Italy is concerned. If he was to be completely honest though, he'd have to admit there is one person who's absence from his house is making him maybe a little lonely, slightly.
That person is Spain; the clueless idiot he has been dating for centuries. Yes, centuries. As soon as Romano's body was of age. However, the length in which they have been dating is not the point; Spain's stupidity is. In all the centuries they have been together he and Spain rarely ever spend the holidays alone with one another.
He honestly doesn't mind the yearly parties with the other countries, no matter how fucking crazy they get. All he wants is to spe
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Chapter Fifteen: Decisions
When Nikola returns from upstairs the room quickly becomes filled with tension. Neither knows exactly what to do, they both liked it but do they just say that? What if the other didn't like it?
"Nikola " Demitri mumbles and Nikola looks over nervously.
"Did you enjoy it ?" He asks shyly, making Nikola blush.
"I asked you first."
Nikola twitches. "What? What the hell are you, five?"
"You dodging the question is just as immature." Demitri points out and Nikola sighs.
"Ugh I...I didn't not like it " Nikola mumbles and Demitri grins.
"Really?" He asks, moving closer.
Demitri leans in. "So we can do it again?"
"I-I thought we were just testing-!" Nikola stops when one of Demitri's hands cup his face.
"We were, but given the choice I'd very much like to make this a daily activity." Demitr
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Chapter Seventeen: In the storm
Nikola comes out of the shower, home alone because Demitri had his first final today. It's the week of finals right now and Nikola had two the other day and two tomorrow. Demitri on the other hand has one today and two tomorrow, then his art final, the picture he has yet to get right, is due on Friday. They are both anxious for the semester to end, Demitri literally counting down the days. Neither are sure if they will be going to Romania again immediately or just relaxing for a few weeks before going down.
Sitting down on the couch Nikola looks over to the window where Jensen and Misha are curled up with each other. It's sweet, really, but that isn't what catches his eye. What grabs his attention is the dark clouds outside, the strong wind he sees bending trees side to side.
"Ah, the first storm of the year that took a while " He mumbles, wondering if
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Chapter Fourteen: This is not a date
As Nikola follows Demitri into the beautiful restaurant, his inner mantra of 'this is not a date' grows louder in his head. Of course it isn't. This is Demitri, he's too dense to sneakily get Nikola on a date. In fact, Demitri wouldn't know a date if it snuck up on him and bit him on the ass. Half the shit they do could be considered couple activities, but he can't really say anything about it seeing as how he didn't really realize it until recently.
Lost in his thoughts, Nikola allows Demitri to take his hand and drag him off to a table where they both sit down. Nikola stares off into the distance, a little weirded out by this place. Not only is it a sophisticated, obviously expensive, place but it's also far too romantic. From the beautiful candle glowing in the middle on the table next to a vase of roses, to the nearby fireplace, even to the god damn violin player on the other side of the room. This place is ridiculous and he reall
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Chapter Thirteen: Unwanted topic
Nikola wakes up to a familiar position. Demitri apparently turned in the middle of the night, something he would have had to of been awake for in this small bed, and wrapped an arm around Nikola. It's a usual position, sad to say, but the proximity this time is very off and very awkward to Nikola.
"Holy-! Damn our son can move fast!" Traian says, whistling in appreciation and making Nikola tense up.
"Honey, don't wake them!" Sabina whispers, grabbing his arm and closing the door.
"Demitri " Nikola groans, pushing him off the bed. "I'm going to kill you!" He say, tossing a pillow at Demitri and waking him up.
"Owwww Nikola what was that for?" Demitri whines and Nikola grabs another pillow, chucking it at him.
"For being an idiot! Your parents came in and saw you spooning me you pervert! Which I know you did on purpose!" Nikola yells and Demitri
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Chapter Twelve: Vacation
Nikola watches as the car comes closer to the large white house. It's almost surreal, the wooden fence surrounding it and the toys in the back for the children. Inside all of the rooms seem large, the wall-length windows adding to this and making them seem more open. Not to mention bright. The home, inside and out, is beautiful in a simple and welcoming sort of way, reminding Nikola of the family their self.
"Demitri! Demitri! Come look at the new toys I got!" Andrei says, taking his brother's hand and dragging him up the stairs.
"W-wait! I have to stay with Nikola, Andrei!" Demitri says, looking back at Nikola.
"Your boyfriend will have to wait!" Andrei huffs, making Demitri laugh awkwardly.
"Wh-why do people keep assuming that ?" He asks as they reach his brother's bedroom.
"The way you look at him. Anyone can see you are into him. Well anyone but the tw
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Chapter Eleven: The Popescus
Demitri looks at Nikola excitedly as they board the plane. "This is gonna be great! Everyone will love you!"
"I highly doubt that kidnapper." Nikola mumbles and Demitri laughs.
"You complain, but I didn't see you make a move to turn and head home." He teases and Nikola blushes.
"Th-that's because I would be wasting your money!" Nikola huffs, making Demitri grin and pat him on the head.
"You're so cute." He says, making Nikola look away as he sits down.
"So! What will you be doing for the plane ride?" Demitri asks and Nikola shrugs, stretching out a little.
"Seems like as good a time as any for a nap." He answers, resting his head against the window.
"Nap sounds good!" Demitri says, resting his head on Nikola's shoulder.
" What are you doing?" Nikola asks and Demitri yawns.
"You're all I can lean on, be nice."
"Ugh even when we are in p
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Chapter Three: His Royal Nightingale
Antonio stares at the merman exhausted. "Get out of my bed."
"I will not. You will sleep on the floor." Lovino says and Antonio glares.
"You have to make my jewels. Go make them now or I will put you in a room with one of my men." Antonio threatens and Lovino pales.
"F-fine! I'll go to your office!" Lovino huffs, standing up and leaving the room.
"Finally some sleep " Antonio mumbles, crawling into bed. He lies there completely silent, just listening to his ship. Upstairs he can hear some of his men still drinking and now singing, down where he is all he can hear is snoring, and where he knows the office is he hears nothing. Not feet, not Lovino breaking anything as he assumed would happen, nothing. He shrugs it off, deciding Lovino hasn't reached it yet.
After half an hour of lying there listening and hearing absolutely nothing in the room, Ant
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There he is again.
No, not Feli.
The older one.
The one with the darker hair, the tanner skin, the bright hazel eyes.
The one who always wears a scowl on his face as he looks at the ground, never meeting the gaze of anyone, never greeting his peers, his lips always set in a flat line.
Si, that one.
Antonio stares at him, his green eyes widening, and his stomach fluttering slightly.
Francis nudges him and wriggles his eyebrows suggestively.
"Ohonhonhon, looks like someone's in love," The French boy says, a lewd smile present on his face.
"I don't even get why you like him. I mean yeah, the kid's really hot, but he doesn't seem that fun to be around," Gilbert remarks with a shrug as he glances at the Italian, who lifts his head to give the cafeteria a quick once over, before sulking toward an empty
Copper Curl EpilogueJuly, 2012Copper Curl Epilogue in Romance More Like This
"Hey West, are you going or not?" Prussia asked from the couch, not bothering to take his eyes off from the TV screen, his thumbs moving rapidly over the PS3 controller buttons.
"Aww, FUCK!" The albino burst out, having the sudden urge to hurl the controller straight at the damn screen. "Those fucking zombies are fucking with my awesomeness!"
Germany's eye twitched in irritation, his fingers tightening around the beer bottle. He didn't want to answer Prussia's question. He was still unsure if he wanted to actually go or not. The thought filled him with such violent conflicting emotions, that he had no choice but to bring out the alcohol. But it wasn't really helping. And neither was Prussia.
"Hey, earth to West! Are you going tonight or not?" Prussia asked again, shifting his position on the couch to look back at his brother. The albino laughed at the blonde's distressed appearance. "Kesesese, West, don't pop a vein."
"Ack! Mein Gott, Prussia! Vhy don't YOU just go by yourse
Copper Curl Part IIGermany tapped his foot nervously. Despite the generally comfortable atmosphere, his body felt outrageously stiff with unease. He gazed at his empty plate that was set neatly in front of him. His warped reflection glinted back at him from the shining surface of the white plate and he grimaced. Now that Germany thought more about it, he realized that he was rather touched that the usually irritating nation was going through all this trouble to make him dinner.Copper Curl Part II in Romance More Like This
Even if it was the usual pasta.
Yet the usually comfortable and casual air was strangely sharp as Germany felt his breath growing shallower with each second. Why had that strange moment between he and Italy affected him so? For all he knew, his mind could've just synthesized those images.
But no. That wasn't it. Those images were lucid, yet illusive at the same time. They struck a strange chord of familiarity in Germany's mind. A sense of strange unnerving familiarity that could only be obtained through a sort of memory.
Did he ju
Copper Curl Part VIII"Kesesese, I knew that you couldn't handle your alcohol as well as I can!"Copper Curl Part VIII in Romance More Like This
Germany winced, his head pounding uncontrollably as he squeezed his eyes against the sun. That damn sun! Why the fuck was it so bright, dammit? Germany wanted nothing more than to take a huge machine gun and shoot at the stupid golden monstrosity.
And his stupid ass of a brother wasn't helping matters. After the God-awful events involving Italy yesterday, Germany immediately called Prussia, who was more than happy to accompany his brother to a bar and have a drink. Although, even the albino nation had to admit that he was a bit taken aback by his younger brother's alcohol binge. Germany drank beer after beer, shot after shot of God knows what, slamming the small shot glass on the table with so much force that he shattered a few of them.
The bartender looked scared out of his mind.
Prussia would never admit it out loud, but he actually felt sad. He had to endure his brother's drunken rambles all night. And t
Copper Curl Part IXAs usual, sleep didn't come easily for Germany. Romano's words tumbled around his head like an unstoppable and extremely annoying bowling ball. Since when did that tomato-loving dummkopf get so meaningful? Is it even legal for someone as unpleasant as him to give out relationship advice? And yet, Germany couldn't help but cling on to those words. He didn't understand why, but a lot of what Romano had said made a lot of sense.Copper Curl Part IX in Romance More Like This
He was Germany! When he loved someone, he wasn't supposed to just let them roll around in their own shit and misery. He had to go over there and do his best to fix it. Germany always had to clean up the mess that Italy left whether it be dropping some bread crumbs or tomato sauce on the floor, or getting him out of jail at one of the allied force's places. So why was he backing out now? This all has to be fixable, right?
But how would he fix it? Is he supposed to go in there and talk to him? Try and be gentle? Listen to him? Hug him? Kiss him? Germany felt hi
Copper Curl Part IIIThe sky was rather bright today. The sun seemed to illuminate the baby blue color and the white fluffy clouds looked well extra white. Germany squinted his eyes and flinched at the brightness. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy nice weather, it was just that he'd been locked in his dark room with all of the blinds drawn for several hours just thinking about the strange images he'd seen and what Italy told him.Copper Curl Part III in Romance More Like This
I have never seen Italy look so serious before.
It bothered the nation to see his friend's mood change from optimistic to gloomy in a matter of seconds. It also pulled at Germany's curiosity. Who was this mysterious kid that Italy had befriended? What happened to him? It must have been pretty bad to cause Italy to mope about it, even to this day.
The sun penetrated his back and shoulders and Germany instantly regretting wearing his heavy military uniform. He grunted and tried his best to ignore the sweat that was forming on his skin. He looked around at the scenery, taking
Copper Curl Part XA/N: Yes. Hitler makes an appearance in this chapter. Remember, this is all taking place during World War II! I also realize that WWII and Hitler are very touchy subjects, so this is just a small warning for mild ideologically sensitive material. And this is the last chapter! Though there is going to be an epilogue! Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed this story. It really means a lot to me.Copper Curl Part X in Romance More Like This
Germany was nervous. His palms were sweaty as he stood before the fuehrer. He gulped as he took in his boss's cold expression. Germany knew that he hadn't been keeping up with what has been happening in the war lately, and he felt absolutely ashamed. All because of a certain Italian nation, he had let himself forget that they were in the middle of a war.
Germany always prided himself on choosing duty over want. He had always believed that he was the one to make the most sensible decision. And in the course of about a week, he had completely let it go. So, now facing the fuehrer's emotio
Confessions of a Teenage Canadian: PruCan part 2Meg ran her hand over the smooth skin of her stomach. It was still flat. Thank God for that.Confessions of a Teenage Canadian: PruCan part 2 in Romance More Like This
But she knew that it wouldn't remain this way for long. The thought made her chest clench unpleasantly.
Images of herself bloated up like a balloon swam through her head. Maybe people would notice her then, eh?
She collapsed backwards on her bed, still in a state of numb shock. She knew that the hysteria would hit her later, but as of now, she couldn't think straight.
Meg Williams was pregnant.
She never thought that this kind of thing would happen to her. After all, she was one of those more naïve, innocent girls who blushed whenever someone made a slightly suggestive joke, covered her eyes when there was a sex scene in a PG-13 movie, and couldn't talk in front of an attractive guy to save her life. She was also one of those moral girls who gasped at the thought of underage drinking and the use of illegal substances.
It's funny how the world works how someone as innocent an
Copper Curl Part VIISleep was impossible. Each toss and turn and shift in position made discomfort increase. Germany's eyes stung whenever he opened or closed them. His breathing was heavy and his heart pounded in his ears. And the short periods where he would doze off, he was plagued with disconnected images and memories of a little girl with a copper curl, of a broken promise, of a kiss of ItalyCopper Curl Part VII in Romance More Like This
And now he knew. They weren't someone else's memories being passed down to him. They were his. All this time, Germany has been recovering from major long term amnesia. His name wasn't even Germany for Christ's sake. He was really he was
He was the Holy Roman Empire.
He always had been. And World War I was not the first time he had been introduced to Italy.
The thoughts played over and over again in his head. He couldn't handle this. Germany thought that if he had figured out what the hell was going on, he would be at peace and things would go back to normal. But no. He wasn't expecting this
Copper Curl Part IGermany's eye was twitching.Copper Curl Part I in Romance More Like This
Not to mention that his temple was pulsing and his fists were clenching.
" and then I'll make a pasta shaped like the Leaning Tower of Pisa! Wouldn't that be great? And then I could show it to big brother Spain and he could add the tomatoes to it to make it better "
On and on and on.
Veh this and veh that and pasta up and pizza down.
Germany can only handle Italy for so long before completely snapping and capitulating into a huge shouting spree that involves explicit curse words that combine a strange dialect of Deutsche and some other made up language.
"I'll also add a pizza! There's nothing better than pizza and pasta. Even the sausages from your place cannot compete with it! Don't hit me for saying that, because the sausages do taste good. Far better than the English food "
Germany started to breathe in and out, determined not to look in the face of the irritating nation. He could not stand to look at that huge dazzling smile, stupid red-b
Rooftops and ResolutionsArthur Kirkland was not a fan of crowds. In fact, he quite detested them. He'd much rather have stayed in the Manhattan apartment for the evening, but Alfred had insisted that he had to show him Times Squares for New Year's Eve. Arthur had proposed they just watch it on the telly; Alfred had pouted and whined that it wasn't the same. Arthur told him that he'd watched it in person every year since the tradition began, so missing a year and seeing it on the television instead wasn't a big deal; Alfred had retorted that breaking tradition was awful when it came to New Year's Eve, and it was a lighted ball falling from the sky, and how cool was that? And after a battle concluding in puppy dog eyes from Alfred, Arthur had given in to his request.Rooftops and Resolutions in Romance More Like This
The American was bouncing excitedly as they walked with the crowd that flooded towards Times Square from the subway stop. It was all very loud and people were pushing and shoving. Arthur turned to give one gentleman some choice words after he was s
TodayShe is standing with her back against a light post, a large bag weighted heavily with sledgehammers next to her feet. She leans back against the post, letting the November sun warm her face as she closes her eyes.Today in Romance More Like This
Well, of course I did, she replies coolly, turning her head to look at him, a smile spreading across her face. And I even brought sledgehammers.
His ruby eyes brighten with joy as he laughs heartily before leaning in to press his lips against her cheek for a moment. He draws the two sledgehammers out of the bag and grins wildly. We're going to beat that wall to fucking death, Lizzie.
Damn straight, Gil.
As they walk with the enthusiastic crowds towards the unguarded wall, he grabs her hand and swings them happily as he walks. She hasn't seen him this happy in forty years. She smiles a smile to match his own as they approach the wall.
People are chiseling or hammering at the wall on all sides, and he joins in enthusiastically, beating the wall with his near inhuman s
TonightHe wakes up in a cold sweat, his heart hammering at his ribcage and his lungs aching for air.Tonight in Romance More Like This
He rests his face in his hands.
Only a dream, only a dream, she's okay, she's okay
He throws the threadbare blankets off his thin, bony form and tiptoes to her room.
Her door isn't quite shut and soft light is just visible in the crack underneath the wooden door. He pushes the door open.
She's sitting on the side of her bed, her bare feet dangling above the rough floorboards. She has covers with gaping holes wrapped loosely around her shoulders and dark circles under her eyes. But she's alive.
She cracks a lopsided smile and says, what are you doing in my room, and why are you shirtless? You'll catch a cold.
He manages to run without squeaking the floor and grabs her in a tight hug, sending them flying back onto the bed.
Gott sei Dank, you're okay, Lizzie.
What are you talking about?
Ivan decided to beat you, and I could hear you screaming and you were bleedin
Hole In His ChestBerlin was always in constant change, a change he'd watched for hundreds of years. Old buildings had fallen to make room for skyscrapers. The corner on which he was dragging on his cigarette used to have a church and not an office building. He stubbed out the last glowing embers of his finished cigarette and strolled back towards the residential district.Hole In His Chest in Romance More Like This
This city used to be his capital, the heart of the Prussian empire. He pulled out another cigarette, blowing the smoke gently out between his lips and into the grey sky as he mused about where his heart was now. He still had one in his chest. He could feel it pump the blood through his veins as it always had. But times came like today when the empty feeling of the lack of a capital overwhelmed the steady pulse of his heart.
He loved Berlin, but the vast difference of the times tore at the edges of the hole and left it raw and exposed. Sometimes he had to run to look in a mirror to make sure his flesh was still intact. It always was, b
Whiskey and Mistletoe: Part IThe bar is nearly empty, but that is to be expected tonight. It's Christmas Eve, and people should be spending time with their families, acting out their holiday traditions, drinking hot chocolate by the fireplace. But he's sitting alone at the bar, a glass of whiskey in one hand, his cheek resting in the other as he stares at the amber liquid. The bartender is wiping the bar, even though the albino has been the only one in the bar for the past two hours and he's already cleaned up.Whiskey and Mistletoe: Part I in Romance More Like This
He sighs and swirls the liquid in the glass. The bell on the door signals a new arrival, but he doesn't look up to see who it is. The bartender does, and nods to the woman as she walks in the door, the snow blowing in gently around her feet. She asks the bartender for a whiskey on the rocks and takes her seat next to the silver-haired male.
"Yo, Elizaveta," he says, taking his eyes from the glass to meet her green eyes with his red ones. Complimentary colors, he thinks to himself. Christmas
Compatibility"C'mon, Arthur! Just fill it out for me! I get extra credit for submitting these things."Compatibility in Romance More Like This
Arthur looked up from his book in annoyance at Elizaveta, who was currently begging him to fill out some sort of compatibility survey for her French class. The classes were doing some sort of Valentine's Day event find your match or something like that and needed students to fill out surveys. They would send off the surveys to a company, who would ship back printed out compatibility results for those students who filled out the papers in a few weeks' time.
"You don't need any bloody extra credit, Elizaveta. It'll probably just go to Gilbert."
"Well, maybe, but still. Help me out here!"
Arthur sighed and set his book down on the lunch table. "Fine, give me the paper."
Elizaveta grinned widely and handed him the paper and a pen. She sat down across from him as he filled out the survey. He marked the choices down in the answer boxes at the bottom, specifying his preferences in a partner
Cross-ExaminationAlfred was nervous, incredibly nervous. His palms were sweaty. He shifted his papers uncomfortably around on the table in front of him, straightened his tie, and took a deep breath.Cross-Examination in Romance More Like This
It was his first mock trial in his senior year debate class. He wanted to be a hero by locking up criminals as a prosecution lawyer, and this high school course was his way to prove he could do it. But he just didn't know how he could manage to win when he just knew his voice was going to come out shaky.
It also didn't help he was prosecuting against his longtime crush, Arthur Kirkland.
Not that Arthur knew he existed, of course. They were from completely different worlds; Arthur was a punk who skipped class to smoke on the roof, while Alfred was captain of the football team.
But Alfred found Arthur mesmerizing, with his triple pierced ears and his smoky sweet smell. His piercing green eyes were hard to tear his eyes from, and his thick eyebrows only made the allure of his eyes stronger. It also didn't help
Whiskey and Mistletoe: Part IIHe stood in front of the mirror and surveyed himself. Red dress shirt. Black pants. Black tie. He frowned as he noticed his extremely unruly silver hair was sticking straight up in the middle of his head. Grumbling, he took his comb and ran it through his hair several times until it laid acceptably flat.Whiskey and Mistletoe: Part II in Romance More Like This
He smirked into the mirror at himself. "Looking awesome, Gilbert."
Satisfied with his appearance, he turned away from his reflection and strolled out into the small living room of his apartment. The clock on the wall read 3:05. He still had 40 minutes before he had to leave to reach Elizaveta's at four. He paced aimlessly around the apartment for a few minutes before a thought struck him it wouldn't be awesome of him to turn up on Elizaveta's doorstep empty-handed! He had to have something around the apartment he could bring as a gift. Surely he had some wine. He went to the pantry, but all he could see were packages of ramen piled up on multiple shelves, a bag of potatoes, and
All the Umbrellas in LondonIt rained frequently in London. This was a fact. He quite enjoyed the rain; it gave him time to think and reflect, muse over frivolous things or ponder deep life questions. But he wasn't entirely excited that he had to wait in the cold, grey, rainy day at the airport to pick up a certain American. He'd awoken to five missed calls from Alfred and an equal number of voicemails.All the Umbrellas in London in Romance More Like This
"Hey, Artie! So uhm I'm flying into London. I uhm have a work thing. In London. On a Sunday. Yeah! So can you come get me from the airport when I land? Beep. Hey, Artie, my flight's been delayed, but I'm still gonna be there around 8 AM your time! So, yeah, please call me back? Beep. You sleep like a rock, Artie, I swear! Anyway, I'm boarding. I'll see you at the airport, right? And...uhm nevermind. I'll see you in London. Beep. Hey, Artie, we're about to take off. Uhm I'll see you soon, okay? I uhm wanted to oh, got to go, we're taking off! Beep. Nevermind, Artie,
I'm Asking ElizavetaJust out of sight from Hungary's house was an expansive field of bright green grass. Prussia had come to visit that day something about Hungary needing an awesome supplement and they were currently lying in the tall, cool grass.I'm Asking Elizaveta in Romance More Like This
Hungary had a red flower in her hand and was picking off the petals for the breeze to take, musing internally to herself about how much the color was like that of Prussia's eyes. Her companion, however, was absently fiddling with his cross necklace and chewing on his bottom lip. He was too quiet. Hungary was about to speak but he got words out faster.
"Hey, Eliza, Ludwig told me something awesome today."
"Yeah. It's even more awesome now, since it's coming from my me. We don't have to always be countries."
Hungary shot up and stared at him with wide eyes. He looked over to meet her gaze lazily, silently musing to himself that her eyes looked like the grass, the same way she had been about the flower petals.
"You mean we can resi
Spamano: Men and BoysThey say that having a child makes men of boys.Spamano: Men and Boys in General Fiction More Like This
It's actually the other way around. When a man has a child, it brings out the boy in him that hasn't been there for a long time.
I see it in Antonio. Usually he's so composed, but around her, he's completely the opposite. Instead he makes mistakes to make her laugh, and says ridiculous things to make her smile. There's a playfulness in him that I never saw before she was born. Around her, he sort of glows. Not that he didn't before. It's just that now, it's so much more obvious and permanent.
So when I happen to see them in the kitchen, and catch Antonio dropping something just so that she'll giggle and chastise him, I can't help but smile a little. He's got a handful of cherry tomatoes that he can't seem to carry properly, and they keep slipping from his fingers into her lap. Then his eyes widen at his mistake, and he apologizes as if he's just committed murder, and she pats him on the head and tells him it's okay. And he let's out
Spamano: Valentine's DayWarning: really really strong language (this is Romano guys) and sexual referencesSpamano: Valentine's Day in General Fiction More Like This
I hate Valentine's Day.
It's just a god-awful holiday that happy people invented to make everybody else feel bad about themselves. It's just a day where all the lonely people get pounded down their throats that nobody in the world wants them. But don't think you're safe when you've actually got someone - now there's a whole crapload of expectations put on the both of you to make the day "romantic" and "special" and "perfect."
Which it won't be.
Cause it's a fucking crappy holiday.
And just when I finally had someone who might make me feel a little less miserable, stupid Antonio's idiot boss decided to send him on a fucking business trip. On fucking Valentine's Day. Right after his birthday too, so we hardly had any time to celebrate.
Not that we didn't stay up all night anyways.
The only plans I had that day were with my brother. Or should I say the disgusting, writhing mass that would be my b
Spamano: MorningsThe early light shone through the blinds into a spacious master bedroom, making stripes of gold across a snow-colored mattress. The clock dimly read 10:21 am, but in the bright light, the digital numbers were faded, unimportant. The room had a lazy feel to it, as if the flood of buttery sunshine was actually tangible, hindering movement.Spamano: Mornings in Romance More Like This
The bed held two dozing bodies. The larger one, a tanned, finely muscled Spanish man, lay curled loosely on his side, hands around the smaller man's waist. The latter had chestnut hair, and a single stray curl that rose and fell as he breathed. Every once in a while, he would roll irritably in his sleep and press himself closer into the Spaniard.
Antonio yawned, opening his eyes to the morning. He dimly thought that he must have overslept a little, but he hadn't much to do anyways. And he was so comfortable
He looked down at the man in his arms and smiled. Lovino smelled like everything he loved: the tomatoes he ate constantly, the gr
Spamano: Park"It's beautiful out, isn't it?"Spamano: Park in General Fiction More Like This
Lovino had to agree. The September air had begun to transform the nearby oaks into various shades of gold and auburn, and soft breeze was tugging them back and forth, causing them to every so often emit little patches of vermillion into the autumn sky. The day was made even more beautiful by the grinning, green-eyed Spaniard sitting beside him on the park bench. Antonio had an arm resting around his shoulder, and Lovino permitted himself to rest his head ever so slightly against Antonio's. But only because he knew Antonio would be sad if he didn't. It wasn't like he enjoyed it.
"It isn't going to be for long. Winter's coming fast this year," Lovino said, looking up into the sky. Clouds were gradually collecting on the horizon.
"It is a bit chilly out " Antonio agreed. Both of them were wearing coats of medium thickness to fend off the cool gusts of wind.
Lovino scowled. He hated the cold.
As if reading his mind, Antonio leaned over and pulled
GerIta: Try AgainHoly Rome wasn't coming back.GerIta: Try Again in Romance More Like This
I coughed back a gasp at the sudden thought. But it it was true, wasn't it? He'd been gone for so long. Hundreds and hundreds of years, I'd waited for him to come back to me. If he was still out there somewhere, it wouldn't have taken him that long to find me. Right?
I had to move on.
The idea terrified me. My entire life I'd spent just yearning for him; that was how I lived. Eat breakfast. Holy Rome. Go to work. Holy Rome. Crawl into bed alone, every single night Holy Rome. I didn't know how to live any other way. Was it even possible? I struggled to remember a time when he hadn't grazed my every thought.
God. Holy Rome not coming home? The thought had never even occurred to me. I looked back now on all that time I'd wasted on that beautiful boy. I'd closed myself off, hadn't I? I saw that now. I must have hurt so many people. My brother came to mind He deserved someone better than I had been, didn't he?
I deserved better, too. I couldn't l
Bring Them Back"Dammit Don't go "Bring Them Back in General Fiction More Like This
I can't leave. I have nowhere to go.
Sobs. Dry, broken ones that shake his entire body.
"Feli I'm so sorry " A gasping breath. "I never It was never supposed to go this far, this was never supposed to happen "
I say nothing because I have nothing to say. All those people, dead
"Feli!" A shout. He removes his hands from his face, and those steely cold blues are burning red now. "You have to believe me! I never wanted this "
Those steely blues, looking up at me with a helplessness that terrifies me.
"I believe you," I say. But I don't know if I do.
A sort of strangled sound in the back of his throat. He pulls me down to him, and now we're together on our knees. With a gasp he buries his face into my shirt and his body begins convulsing again with a new round of lamentations. Half of me wants to comfort him, and half is repulsed. The hands clutching at my clothes are still stained crimson. Almost all of hi
ItalyxReader: Making PastaIt was summertime, and you were vacationing with your family in Venice, Italy. You were supposed to be spending time with your grandparents, who lived on a huge property in the Italian countryside. It was supposed to be great fun and all, but you knew you would probably just end up bored in your room, watching Italian dramas.ItalyxReader: Making Pasta in Short Stories More Like This
A week into the trip, you'd spent most of your time wandering around their big house, occasionally being introduced to Grandma's various friends and their grandchildren. Besides that, no one paid very much attention to you.
That afternoon, your parents and grandparents had left the house to go to a wine tasting. You were alone in the house. Again. You sighed. Another afternoon of trying to decode Italian soap operas, you thought.
But as you padded sock-footed towards the loft, you heard noises coming from the kitchen. Suddenly terrified, you stood stone-still. It sounded like pots and pans being taken out of the cupboards?
Oh gosh, you thought, not mov
New Year's Hetalia Style"Okay Italy You go first."New Year's Hetalia Style in General Fiction More Like This
Italy and Germany sat across from each other at Germany's small kitchen table. For the first time in a long time, Germany had company on New Year's eve. Secretly, there was no one he'd rather be spending the holiday with. He was equally glad that Japan had been busy, so that there was no one else there to divert the Italian's attention.
Between them on the table was a glass of ice cold water and a bowl of molten metal. According to German tradition, you were to pour one drop of the metal into the water, and whatever shape it became was a prediction of your future. Germany hadn't done it since he was a very small child, but he wanted to do something to occupy Italy.
Italy took the bowl in gloved hands and poured a drop from it into the water. They both watched intently as the grey liquid morphed around.
"It's a boat, I think," Italy said, fascinated.
"Gut, zhat means you'll travel," Germany said, although he couldn't make out a boat in the blob Italy was
DenNor: Forgotten Part 4To the common person, Lukas seems unreadable. It's understandable. I had the same misconception when I was just getting to know him, as a little kid.DenNor: Forgotten Part 4 in General Fiction More Like This
But when you know him long enough, like I have, his emotions get a lot easier to comprehend. The tilt of his head shows his amusement, the knitting of his eyebrows tells you how pissed he is, and a few wrinkles around his eyes betrays the fact that internally, he's beaming. And I have always prided myself in being not only one of the few people who can read him so well, but also one of the few people who can inspire so much emotion in him.
But, when I walk into his hospital room, he is literally expressionless, as if someone has wiped his face clean.
He hasn't looked at me like that in years. I mean, at the very least I expect a look of mild irritation - I'm used to that. But when he looks at me, there's nothing in his eyes. At first I ignore it, and I throw myself at him, but even then his eyes only narrow in slight annoyance. Not even a
DenNor: Forgotten Part 3I wake up.DenNor: Forgotten Part 3 in General Fiction More Like This
That's it. One moment there is nothing, and then the next I'm awake. That's it.
There's a dull throbbing in my head. No, not dull. The longer I remain in existence the more prominent it becomes. I feel my eyes clenching shut against the ache.
My eyes. I don't want to, but I open them.
In an instant my senses are flooded with images. The pounding in my skull quickens, and I shut my eyes immediately against the pain. Ah. The darkness is nice and minimal, and for a few minutes I rest.
But then I'm curious. I take a cautious sniff to the air. Alcohol, I decide. The medical kind.
How do I know that?
Ever so slowly this time I pry my eyes open once more. They take a moment to focus (I have the feeling they haven't been open for a while) but when they do I find that I have a pretty clear view of the room I'm in. It's very...white. I appear to be lying down in a...a bed. Its called a bed. There are patches of black and grey, like on the TV in the corner (that stands for t
APH - SpaMano - The Written WordHey! I want to talk to you!APH - SpaMano - The Written Word in Romance More Like This
Because you're cute! Look, you're blushing!
I'm NOT blushing!
Yeah you are! You look like a tomato!
Sorry I got you in detention, bastard.
You attacked me because I said you looked like a tomato O_O
My head hurts.
I don't doubt it. Stupid.
Hey! I'm not stupid! :''(
Yes you are.
I don't care.
You're still cute.
I'm not answering you.
So cute! :-D
This is how you got in detention in the first place...want to make it twice in one day?
Then shut up.
Hi Lovi! :-D
...why are you writing me a note when you're right across the fucking table from me?
Because I like writing you notes! You look so cute!
Aww, you look like a tomato!
I will hurt you.
You wouldn't do that to me, though, would you?
Yes, I would.
APH - SpaMano - Reincarnation"Is this the end?"APH - SpaMano - Reincarnation in Horror More Like This
The voice is clipped and unemotional while the owner is trembling slightly, not that he'll ever admit to that. He's too stubborn.
The reply - if there was one at all - is lost to the explosion a mere twenty feet away; the two men huddled in the trench flich simultaneously as someone shrieks, high pitched and terrified. It echoes slightly before silence falls yet again, heavy and cloying.
Antonio never thought that it would actually come to this. He'd signed up with a naive smile on his face, eager to do his duty. He'd made friends, even. What a fool he had been.
Another explosion, closer this time, makes the dirt shake and jump, prompting more screaming from the lost, the afraid, and the fools who belive that screaming will help them relieve their fear.
For an instant, Antonio can almost make himself believe that this hasn't happened, isn't happening, like it's a dream. It certa
APH - Spamano - FeelSpain can feel the wetness seeping through the soft, bleached cotton of his shirt, salty tears soaking his shoulder.APH - Spamano - Feel in Short Stories More Like This
He wraps an arm around Romano, pulling the Italian closer to his side.
Romano, for his part, just sobs louder, clutching at the fabric like it would anchor him.
Spain breathes reassurances from between his lips, and the tears flow faster. The auburn head shakes violently, keeping out the healing words.
Spain wonders why the Italian was upset, but the answer comes soon enough.
Italy. Italy and his friends and his just utter perfection. Even Spain has to admit that Italy has virtually no flaws.
And the Spaniard doesn't want someone with no flaws, because - as sick as it might seem - he loves to see this side of Romano; he loves to see the Italian finally show him his soul, loves to watch the walls between them break down and crumble to dust.
APH-Spamano-Da Capo Al FineDa Capo Al Fine - from the beginning, start overAPH-Spamano-Da Capo Al Fine in Short Stories More Like This
Kisses don't mean love. They don't even mean forever. They are well aware.
Things aren't as sweet as they could be, or should be, for them. It could be sweeter than cotton candy - perhaps sickeningly so - but it isn't.
What they have isn't love. They know this too.
What they have is desperation and alcohol making their tongues slow and heavy with the taste of vomit and cheap booze and something chilling and numbing like the taste of chloroform.
So when they lay on the bed with the sheets on the floor and their limbs tangled together and sweat drying cold, the only thing keeping Romano from leaving is the look of almost-adoration on Spain's face and the slightly loving way he wraps his arm around the Italian.
So Romano stays.
Comprimario - with the first, a supporting role
Romano knows that Veneziano is the favorit
APH-SpamanoIn my defense, I'd like to point out that my writing sucks, I usually don't write romance, and this is my first time writing these two. The file was being stupid. There's my excuses.APH-Spamano in Short Stories More Like This
To those of you reading this piece of shit, I pity you these couple of minutes.
You know, sometimes Romano really hated himself.
Okay, he hated that God-damn Spaniard more, but still!
He just couldn't crush down that little feeling he got when he looked at Spain, the one that made his heart flutter like he was in love.
Which he wasn't. At all. Obviously.
"Roma!" An annoyingly cheerful voice invaded his thoughts.
"What is it, bastard?" Romano sighed; it was best to humor the country before he actually had to pay attention.
"France and Prussia are coming over for dinner!" Spain beamed like this was great news.
"What!" Romano leapt upward with a fair amount of cursing.
"What's the matter Lovi?" Spain looked so adorable with his head tipped curiously to one side that Romano had to fight not to let a blush slip
APH - Spamano - Left BehindSpain hated it.APH - Spamano - Left Behind in Short Stories More Like This
He hated Romano.
The Italian left him. Romano left him all alone, left without a care. Free, just like he always wanted to be.
Roma didn't even care that Spain loved him. He had loved the Italian with all his heart. He did still, even now.
Spain hated Romano for making him love him.
He hated Lovi for leaving him.
He hated his Lovi for leaving him alone.
Spain was so selfish. For wanting to be with Lovino, when there were plenty of other people who had wanted to live who were dead.
Spain stared at the mangled body. He was numb. Numb.
Romano. Romano couldn't be dead. Couldn't be. He just-
Blood was in his hair; Spain only knew that because he'd brushed at it. It was congealed and cold, stiffer than the rest of his usually soft hair.
His face was also stained with red, some darker than others so it was a blotchy black on the pale skin; Spain wished it was clean, in some impossibly sane corner of his mind.
But...but...but Romano couldn't be dead. R
APH - SpaMano - Love, AntonioLovi they told me you were in a car crash.APH - SpaMano - Love, Antonio in Romance More Like This
They were right; I'm standing by your bedside right now.
Feli was here earlier, but Ludwig took him home. He wouldn't stop crying. I'm not crying, even though I want to; this feels too much like a dream to be real. I'll wake up, and you'll be healthy and happy.
You look angry, even while unconscious. I bet you were cursing out the driver; that's something you'd do. I know because I know you.
Lovi, you should've looked. God, you should've looked. Please, I don't know what I'll do without you.
You need to recover.
I decided to number the days, because you'll want to know how long you were unconscious when you wake up. Because I know you'll wake up you have to.
I slept at the hospital okay, that's a lie. I couldn't sleep, not with you like you are, so I went to your house and got some of your paintings and your drawings. I put them all around your bed this morning, so it's like your home. An imitation.
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Antonio pauses, the pen hovering uncertainly over the thick parchment. Ink drips - black, so black, like night in liquid form - onto the surface, staining it dark.
With an annoyed sigh, he crushes the paper and throws it away, out the window and into the sea below. Weird...he swears he hears a hissing noise, like air being released from between clenched teeth...
"Captain!" He hears from above deck, and he leaves the golden-lit room with its musty smell of slightly damp wood - ugh, how disgusting - for the daylight and salty scents above.
"What is it?" Antonio asks, and the crew turn away from the nets that are apparently so engrossing, all grinning wide, white grins.
"We caught one." One of the crew say, and a frown creases the Spaniard's face.
"Caught one of what?"
"A Siren!" The crewmate cries, and Antonio's eyebrows try to e
APH - Yandere!Spain - Only This OnceA heart can hold a thousand secrets, but when you've lived for centuries, some of those secrets may just make history repeat itself.APH - Yandere!Spain - Only This Once in Horror More Like This
It starts slowly. The madness creeps like ivy, through Spain's mind, hissing gilded pleasantries into his ears and out his mouth.
How sweet madness is, how regal. Royalty was always mad; now he's a king among the petty mortal kings.
He wants for nothing that has been dictated by society - how frightfully boring it is to be told what is and is not to be done.
No, Spain'll live by rules that are all his own. His own rules, dictated by his madness. His loving insanity, breaking the rules and making new ones. Only this once.
And then there's him.
Him, his other half. Romano. The one with dawn-light rays of the morning sky dancing within his fathomless gold irises. The one with the beautiful skin (that would look oh-so-lovely with red dancing across it,
APH - SpaMano - What is Love?Love is something that he can't explain...It's like a bug trying to break free of a spider's web, constantly writhing and squirming against its prison as the predator watches on with a toothy grin curving along its hideous face.APH - SpaMano - What is Love? in Romance More Like This
Love is...a poison. Poison, acid, a venomous disease that eats at tissues and muscles and that one vital organ that'll eventually shrivel up and die, turning black as blood ceases to pump through it.
Love means that you'll break. Fall and shatter into millions of reflecting peices, each accusing the other of making them tip over and smash, of being less than worthy of the love given.
Love isn't a disease that can make a person bedridden, or cause a fever - perhaps a fever of a different sort - or produce the retraction of chyme up the esophagus that we so elegantly refer to as vomiting.
Love makes you weak.
Needless to say, love is never something Romano thinks he'll exper
_UKUS_ Celebrating the HolidaysEvery year, once the Holidays arrived America would host a large party. He would invite every nation that was able to attend. Not even wars could stop the celebration. So it came as a big surprise to England, when he did not received an imitation for this year's festivities._UKUS_ Celebrating the Holidays in General Fiction More Like This
Thinking that his lover had simply forgotten, he had then contacted Canada. But the Canadian hadn't heard anything about this year's party. With a frown England said his goodbyes. Maybe he was over thinking things. America could have simply forgotten and would end up doing everything in the last minute.
Shaking his head England decided to busy himself with something. He would probably be hearing from America soon anyway. Yet the rest of the week went by and the 24th was coming to an end and he still hadn't heard anything from his lover. England was ready to call the American, when his doorbell rang.
He hadn't planned to meet with anyone today. But it also wouldn't be rare for his brothers or even France to pay him
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Chapter 01: The Stranger
Pairings/Characters: AmericaxEngland, Canada, France, Confederate/Southern States(OC), Russia. Other charaters and pairings will show up later.
There was a stranger in the room. There was a stranger sitting on America's chair in the room. Because of that every nation in the room was now looking at the young man. He even looked a bit like America, with some major distinct features.
For once his hair was much darker, with a hint of red on it. His yes, while America's were the color of the American sky, were dark green. His way of dressing was also different from America, he dressed much more formal. A simple black suit and shoes, even his dress shirt was black. But with his pale complexion, the clothes actually looked good on him.
It was also clear that this wasn't their fellow American nation, because he wasn't drowning himself with fast food. Nor was he interrupting the meeting to say something completely unrelate
EncounterSmall hands and feet crawled across the muddy ground as the young boy tried to make himself unnoticeable by the others. With the upcoming All Hallow's Eve approaching everyone in the small colony was busy making preparations. Alfred had drifted of as the mad had tried to explain what everything was about. But he remembered that evil things were involved, that the humans wanted to keep them away probably if they were really that bad.Encounter in General Fiction More Like This
As everyone became more involved with everything the boredom that the young boy had felt only increased. With his brother away he only had the other colonial children to play with. But they too seemed rather busy and involved with what the others were doing. That's when an idea had come to him, before the colonists Alfred had enjoyed playing with the smaller animals in the forest. By now the larger ones had been killed or scared away by the colonists so it would be safe for him to give his old friends a small visit.
Of course the maids would neve
A Pirate No More: Spamano It pained me to see him stumble into the house, to see him collapse on the couch, laying a bloody sword wherever he could upon the floor, even if it were in the walk way. It pained me to hear him wince and yell and shake his head as he tried to get situated the best he could. Yet... I couldn't bring myself to say a word to him, for I was young, and I was terrified. I hated his pirating days. I absolutely loathed them, because there were many days he came home like this, but I never knew what was ailing him, because I never got close enough to ask. I was too terrified, being out on the salty sea that tickled the bottom of his ship, taunting it with its unknown ways, had changed Spain, it changed him for the worse, it made his blood thick, and dark, and he in general, had an unnaturally blackened heart.A Pirate No More: Spamano in Short Stories More Like This
His voice broke me from the trance I was in, the trance that filled me
Snow Day: _Spamano_"Where are we going?"Snow Day: _Spamano_ in Short Stories More Like This
He had to trip over himself some to keep up.
"You'll see, it'll be fun..."
Romano pulled to a stop, Spain stopping along with him as his hand currently seemed to be attached to Romano's sleeve.
"Its freezing, we just ate, I want to go home okay!?"
Spain calmed himself and took steps toward Romano, releasing his grip on Romano's sleeve, whom merely stared at him in question. Once close enough to feel one another's breath un-purposely, Spain put a hand upon Romano's head, patting him repeatedly for about three turns.
Then, bending slightly so he could look Romano in the eyes, Spain casually put his mittened hands in his long-coat pockets, a smile of warmth and reassuring upon his face, though it hardly worked on Romano, whom proceeded in leaning away some.
"It'll be fun, I promise, so... please?"
His eyes were glowing in an odd way, and Romano could simply feel the excitement S
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Being sick isn't fun. Its disgusting really, but its something we all have to go through. If you're lucky, it'll show that someone cares, even when you believed they really didn't.
I felt awful.
My throat was burning, my head throbbing, my stomach a wreck, but I couldn't afford to feel that way on such an important day, so I went about the house as if I was fine. Entering the kitchen, I went about preparing different ingredients for a dish I had to make, it was for a very important business meeting and because you, Lovi, was so small, I didn't want to ask you to do it, even if that's what my boss had desired.
You entered into the kitchen, startled to see me standing there, a sudden burst of burning and drowsiness was flushed through me, and as I turned to see who had entered, I fell. I couldn't move, I ached, and I felt as though I was about to vomit. You completely fr
Hetalia: Trovami : Chapter 1 It would be years since he last saw the German, and seeing him now, would be nothing short of a miracle. It ached more than anyone would ever know, it ached that the German had gone and disappeared, yet there hadn't been a single thing he could do about it. The only thing he had to ease the pain of loosing one of the only people he could truly call 'friend,' was the fact that he wasn't alone. There were those whom had gone in search of Germany, and had too disappeared, if someone could have monitored more closely, they would have come to find that, they'd all vanished in the same area. It was a key peace to everyone being gone, yet no one had noticed it, they'd pressed it aside in their minds and hadn't ever thought of such a simplistic possibility or circumstance.Hetalia: Trovami : Chapter 1 in Drama More Like This
Along with Germany; England, China, America, Switzerland, and recently, Romano had vanished. The fact that Romano was now gone too, stung and ate through Vene
Paint Cans: _Spamano_ The paints were all set out, the smell of them swarming the room and consuming any free air left, yet the smell didn't cause him to feel nauseous, for he already had those feelings. Reaching out, he picked up a thin brush and inspected it. Rubbing it in between his thumb and index finger, he thought, loosing himself in said thoughts, as though he were drunk with each thought that appeared.Paint Cans: _Spamano_ in Short Stories More Like This
'The way he smiled with her,'
'The way he was so kind...'
Suddenly, it hurt to think, his mind throbbed and he stumbled slightly, dropping the brush and holding his head, breathing heavily. Yet he shook it off, he dismissed the feelings and went back to his painting, replacing the paintbrush with another, a thicker one. The white canvas taunted him, what was he to paint? Would he even be good at painting? Probably not. He hadn't painted since the day his younger brother had shown him all of his art, and he knew he'd never be great enough at this to su
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A Reminder: I will not fill this diary with complete issues, I will not fill it with history, I will fill it with you, and the adorable memories we shared. So that some day, you can remember them as clearly as I do~
He might have taught him to walk, but I taught him what fun was, and I think that's more important... still... I envy the Great Rome, who doesn't? Even if he did fall.
"Lovi, why are you crying!?"
This poor boy did the random-est things, as if he were some broken machine that tried its best to be as good as the other working machines, but somewhere along the way, it glitches or it breaks down to the point of tears.
"Do you miss your Grandfather?"
"N... no you bastard..."
I have to admit, he had a lot of spirit for someone who seemed to have so many flaws and lost memories.
"Romano, what's wrong? Why are you sitting in the corner like that?"
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Cooking: Cooking is certainly a joy, it brings out the best in people sometimes, or... it could bring out the worst. When it came to you, it brought out someone I never knew, someone that was hard to find.
"Oh, hey there, why don't you come in? Its not a crime for you to be in here Lovi~"
You were hesitant, but you finally lingered in, I was overjoyed when you did, and really hoped you'd stay, rather than run off like you sometimes... often.. did.
"Do you know how to cook anything?"
You looked away, I was cautious in asking why, but it finally slipped out of me;
"Why not? Its lots of fun..."
You didn't continue your sentence, and I didn't pester you about it, if you didn't want me to know, you had a logical explanation.. or rather, an explanation that was logical for who you were.
"Well I'll teach you.. how abo
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Death. Its among us sometimes, but we can't let it refrain us from living.
This is really important.
Recently, we had a friend pass away, we went to a funeral, we mourned. You didn't seem to quite understand what was going on, looking around at all the tears on people's faces, but, someday you will.
It got me to thinking about, what would happened if I were to die? Where would it leave you? How would you cope, how would you feel about it?
Well there are some things I want you to know, if I ever do die. First off, please, don't mourn too much Lovi~ Mourn as much as you possibly need to, to move on, and then do. Don't get sucked into the past because you can't find me around anymore. Don't let others get lost either, find a way to bring yourself up, and then carry them as well. I know that sounds hard, and I know, its foolish for
Hetalia: A Visit from Grandpa"Lovi,"Hetalia: A Visit from Grandpa in Short Stories More Like This
S. Italy, Romano stared at himself through means of a bathroom mirror, door locked tight so he couldn't be interrupted. The face starring back at him rather repulsed him, for it shifted and transformed into the face of his grandfather, a man he wasn't too fond of. Romano looked so much alike to his grandfather's complexion, more than the ever-so favorite Venenizano, his hair-color, his eyes, even if he'd smiled now and again it would probably closely resemble his grandfather's mischievous-yet-cheeky grin. Sighing, he splashed cold water from the faucet underneath said mirror, onto his face and wiped it away with a nearby cloth. He turned back to the mirror, exhaling an exasperating sigh yet again, when suddenly, there came a knock at the bathroom door.
"Lovi, there's a man here to see you, he's uhm... well.."
Romano rolled his eyes at being called 'Lovi' a pet name Spain had given him a long while back. Opening the doo
Walk Away: PruHun I thought about the past. A past that... somehow.. had scarred me over the years. Thinking about that, I pulled her closer to me, pulling her head against my chest so I could rest against the top of her head.Walk Away: PruHun in Short Stories More Like This
Prussia approached her as she turned, somewhat frightening him with her pure beauty and grace, how could someone that had once been so fierce, turn so... feminine?
He stopped, feeling his cheeks beginning to burn, knowing well that they were turning red.
"What is it stupid?"
She tilted her head in the most adoring way, her hair bouncing some as she did this, her eyes closed, a wide smile of utter cuteness resting across her cheeks.
He became dumb-founded, and he couldn't understand why.. he just couldn't seem to find the words he wanted to say anymore, they'd gone completely from his mind. &
AlwaysCanada was definitely not lonely. Not anymore. He had grown accustomed to the silence that was within his home, except for the occasional noises that Kuma- Kuma- Kumasomething made.Always in Romance More Like This
He was not particularly interested in women or men, mainly for the reason that they usually forgot him anyway. So he had settled into a state of being; one where he was very much alone.
So, needless to say, when he was approached by Prussia the first time, he was very confused.
"Yo! Canada! You're kind of awesome, so I was thinking that I should show you a real good time tonight! Unf!" He did a pelvic thrust at the end of this.
Canada stated for a moment before deciding it was better not to respond. With that, he turned and walked away, leaving the world meeting behind.
The strangest thing was that every world meeting, while most people continued to ignore him, Prussia continued to not. He used cheesy pick-up lines every time he saw the Canadian, which would just leave him lost.
"Do you ha