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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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 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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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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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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They used to be so happy.
It was a year ago today when it happened. Arthur remembered it clearly. He remembered how much it had hurt; he remembered how his heart felt as though it were physically being ripped in half when his husband uttered the words to him. He thought the pain he felt within those three seconds may very well kill him. Even the fires of Hell would not hurt as much as this. It was those four words which caused Arthur to do what he did.
Those four words changed everything.
I don't love you.
Arthur remembered how he had begged. He had promised he would change, he would promise to be a better husband; he had promised to be a better Queen to the King. But Alfred had shaken his head. He had said no. He wouldn't allow it. He had made his decision and he would never back down on it.
Arthur had cried like he had never cried before. How could this be happening? This couldn't be happening, not to him. Alfred loved him. He kn
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Antonio was not clinging to him as though the Italian nation were to disappear if he let go. He was not constantly rambling about how much he loved tomatoes. He was not attempting to sexually harass the eldest Italy brother or steal random kisses from him.
They sat in complete silence and Lovino thought it were bliss. He was able to get his thoughts together, and think about how much he hated that potato-bastard Germany and he could think about how much he hated his brother for liking that stupid potato-bastard.
The silence was all he needed, and it felt amazing.
Antonio, however, was devising something completely wonderful. It would make his Lovi think twice about hitting him on the head and calling him a stupid tomato-bastard and whatever else he loved to call him.
This would be brilliant and romantic and amazing and he would love him forever and ever and ever and ever... and so and so forth.
However, he just didn
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Lovino remembered the day he met Antonio. It was an accident really. If he hadn't have stayed those extra ten minutes at Feliciano's apartment then he never would have seen him.
Those bright green eyes and that cheerful smile were the first things he noticed when Antonio walked into the room (he was visiting with the potato bastard's brother). He didn't make a move to speak to him, even when they were introduced. Lovino had regarded him with a slightly bored expression and he had turned away and became very interested in his phone. He had failed to notice that Antonio had been constantly looking over to him as the rest of the friends began their conversation.
He remembered when he had been idly playing on one of the apps on his phone when he noticed someone sit beside him. He glanced up at the smiling Spaniard next to him and he snapped, "What?"
"Hola! I'm Antonio!"
"Excuse me while I find the fuck I'm supposed to give."
Antonio either didn't notice the clear sarcas
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Whenever Arthur went hunting, the process was usually quick, easy and clean. When Alfred joined him... well, said process was turned on its head because the younger vampire was completely useless. He took forever and a day to decide what he wanted to eat; he would watch his prey silently for a moment then decide he didn't want it anymore and look for something else. He made life difficult for himself as he often tripped and scared said prey away. And the clean part... well, Alfred was never clean to begin with. When he was finished feeding there would be blood everywhere. Arthur facepalmed at the state of his companion and sighed, "You really have to learn to feed properly."
Alfred pouted, "I feed just fine," he stated and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. He was very much like a child... Arthur had decided that a long time ago. He felt as though he had to babysit the boy and the next time he brought him hunting with him, things would
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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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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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Spain wakes up feeling dizzy and having trouble breathing. His nose is stuffed, head is throbbing, and his throat feels as though a cat has been using it as a scratching post. Today is definitely not going to be a good day.
"Oi! Bastard! Wake up! We're supposed to harvest the tomatoes today, remember?" Romano yells, his voice echoing through the house.
"Lovi " Spain calls in a hoarse voice before Romano finally comes into his room, the anger on his face changing to what looks like annoyance.
"What the hell? You look like shit!" Romano waits for the man to respond, but only gets a strange mumble from him. He quickly walks up to Spain and places a hand on his head. "D-damnit! You're sick? Seriously? Ugh "
Spain nods and looks at Romano with sad eyes. "Lovi would you take care of me?"
" Is something going on with the government?" Romano asks.
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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 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 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 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 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 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 Two: New Room mate?
After studying for four hours and getting Demitri to understand and do his homework, Nikola brings them to his apartment. It's in an old looking building; not in the rundown sense, but in the vintage sense.
"This place is awesome!" Demitri says as he follows Nikola to the staircase. "I love these kind of places. Old buildings are the best! They are so beautiful and classy in a way, you know? You're so lucky getting to live in here."
Nikola sighs. "I guess if only the payments weren't so expensive and there were an elevator " He grumbles and Demitri gasps.
"No way! An elevator would ruin the atmosphere!" Demitri says and Nikola looks at him annoyed.
"An elevator would help me on days when I have to bring a shitload of books home."
"I guess but I still like it."
Nikola sighs. "You would." He mumbles, reaching his apartment and opening the door.
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Lovino Vargas, personification of South Italy, sat back in his chair in his boyfriend's kitchen. It wasn't usual that Lovino woke up before that annoying Spanish bastard, so the Italian was a little curious as to why Antonio wasn't up yet.
The couple's morning usually operated as such. Antonio would wake up at an extremely early time in the morning and start working on some really elaborate breakfast that completely wasn't needed. After a few hours of working, he would then go back into their bedroom to wake Lovino with a smile, the Italian growling about how he didn't want to get up, even though he did so anyway. Once they've sat down an eaten, they would get on to what ever they had to do that day...which usually involved Antonio bothering Lovino at terrible times in the day.
It was different today since Antonio wasn't up and smiling like usual. This morning was just to...foreign.
"I better go see whats up...stupid moron." Lovino sighed irritably
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"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
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Song belongs to "One Direction." Enjoy!!!
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 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
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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 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
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 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
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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
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Isabel Carriedo's eyes were wide as she looked up from the creamy, fruity mess on the floor, and into the angry eyes of Mr. Mason. His graying hair and curling lip did not make the Spanish woman feel any better about her current predicament.
"That is the fifth time you have let your clumsiness hinder you, Miss Carriedo; are you aware that that means you have to not only clean up the mess you made, but you have to keep your customer waiting because you are obligated to make another one? All because of your carelessness?" Mr. Mason's voice had that unpleasant mix between a squealing pig, and a growling dog. Yes, it was a weird combination, but there was no other way to put it.
"Lo siento, Senor; I will not let it happen again, I promise," Isabel reassured him, nodding her head fervently, as if to prove to him that nodding was an indication of sincerity. The Spanish woman felt rather ashamed of herself. She had always
Caught In a Shit Storm part 2: SpainXfem!RomanoSo let's back up. Hmm let's say, around three months earlier. Yeah, that's about right. May, I believe. Well, more like the end of May. Summer was just around the corner and the sun was definitely showing it.Caught In a Shit Storm part 2: SpainXfem!Romano in Romance More Like This
Okay, look. I don't mind the sun. I really don't. In fact, I think it's pretty damn nice. But when it beats down on your fucking head all day, it can give you an eye twitch. Especially when you're out in the fields picking some tomatoes with none other than the infamous tomato bastard himself.
Hey, on the bright side, it gives me an excuse to eat the extremely delicious fruit. When the idiota isn't looking, I take huge bites out of the tomatoes that I pick, especially if they're extremely red and big. They're just so delicious! I can't help it. If something looks that appetizing, they're meant to be eaten on the spot. I'm not taking all this bullshit about properly cleaning or cutting or whatever the crapola Antonio spews out of his always smiling lips. Even as a little kid (
At SunsetLovino lay sprawled on the lumpy old green couch, his legs dangling over the arm. He let out a soft sigh through his nose, wishing he had something better to do than watch the kid shows on the television. Nothing better than Dora the Explorer was on. He thought he could learn a little Spanish while he was at it, as well.At Sunset in General Fiction More Like This
The sound of jiggling car and house keys rang from behind the front door. Lovino quickly sat up, stared at the door for a moment, and then picked up the clicker to change the channel on the television. He stammered to get the TV to a news channel before Antonio walked through the door. He had two armfuls of shopping bags and a big grin.
"Hola, mi tomate!" Antonio smiled brightly. Lovino gave him less than a wave before laying back down and staring at the TV. "I have a surprise for you!"
Lovino glanced up at him. "Eh?"
Antonio disappeared into the kitchen. Lovino could hear his voice echoing through the house. "I have a very fun surprise planned! I figured
Corpse Bruid - 6The corpse pursed her lips, a bit of blood squeezing out from her muscle, as she slowly started to become impatient. She raised her eyebrows in edginess as she slowly started to tap her foot. Antonio had gone to find his parents and bring them back to the forest so they could meet her. How long has he been gone now? Why could he have been taking so long? The girl let out a soft groan as she felt taps on both her shoulders. "What do you want?" she asked knowingly.Corpse Bruid - 6 in General Fiction More Like This
"So where's your boyfriend?" a tall (dead) boy with spiky blond hair smirked. He leaned down so their faces were close.
"He's not my boyfriend, Mathias," the corpse said as-a-matter-of-factly. "He's my husband. And he's getting his parents so we can meet."
A (dead) girl with long brown hair grinned and leaned down on her other side. A dead flower hung in her hair. "Then why is he taking so long? If it were my husband, I would start believing he's cheating on me."
"He's not cheating on me, Elizavetta!" she cried. "Antonio's fet
Canada's BirthdayMatthew slammed his telephone onto the receiver. He clamped his fingers into fists and stared at the ground in anger as his breath quickened.Canada's Birthday in General Fiction More Like This
"My own brother didn't even remember!" he growled. "I can't believe this! I depend on one person to remember my birthday, and he draws a blank when I call him. This happens every year! Everyone loves and celebrates his birthday, but no one even knows when mine is!"
Matthew let out another loud grunt and stomped toward the front door. "If no one wants me, I'll just leave!"
He snatched his jacket off the arm of the couch and threw open the door. Just as he stepped forward to barrel out of the house, a rather familiar man standing at the door prevented him. Matthew gasped and looked up at him in shock, frustrated tears in the corners of his eyes. Gilbert looked down at him, slightly surprised he had been in such a hurry to get out of the house. What had shocked Matthew the most was what Gilbert had been holding in his hands.
Gilbert slowly ha
I Guess we KnowArthur sighed exasperatedly and glanced down at his watch. 6:26. Arthur exhaled and shook his head at Alfred's laziness. "Damn bloody git " he muttered under his breath, shoving his fists into the pockets of his white nylon jacket. Arthur leaned back against the door of his dark-green Subaru, scanning over the huge, car-filled parking lot. "The concert starts in four minutes and Alfred expects me to wait here for him?" he growled under his breath as he searched for Alfred's flashy red Mustang. "He agrees to go on this date with me and then he gets here late Maybe he's not even coming! Maybe he's just leaving me in the scorching heat of summer to die alone!"I Guess we Know in General Fiction More Like This
Arthur shook his head and pulled his key ring out from one of the many pockets of his baggy red shorts. He started to go through the keys, finally finding the car key and turning to unlock the car as he continued to mumble curses and swears under his breath. Arthur drove the key into the car lock and opened up
A hot Cup of Cocoa GerItaWarning: Germany x Italy fanfiction. Don't like don't read.A hot Cup of Cocoa GerIta in Sketches More Like This
Hot Cup of Cocoa~
Snow was fluttering, falling softly to the ground. Germany was following Italy's footsteps in the frozen world. Shivering he wrapped his scarf more closely around his neck. Having forgotten to grab his mittens, he blew on his hands to keep them warm.
Not ten minutes ago did the first snowflake fall. Germany was occupied with war plans and did not see Italy flee outside. Unfortunately not shortly after the first snowflake, the storm had become a blizzard. Germany soon realized that Italy had run out there without a jacket or anything to keep himself arm.
"Dat idiot! He's sure to get himself killed." Germany mumbles trying in his best attempt to keep his hands warm. He took a deep breath, now was not the time to talk about the death of his closest… friend. That is what he was right?
He pauses for a moment. Italy was only his friend… just a really close friend… As if in a memory, two words c
Hot Cocoa, A restless Night GeritaA/N: WARNING: GERITA and slight SPAMANO.Hot Cocoa, A restless Night Gerita in Sketches More Like This
Another Gerita chapter~~ With Guests~~ Yes this also includes Spain and Romano. : D This one is based on Hot Cocoa by Len Kagamine. Though it's inspired by :iconchibimeli:. I mostly used the lyrics and listened to the song for this one.
I attempted to give Germany a more German accent. If you don't like it I will make it more normal sounding. Enjoy~
Hot Cocoa~ A Restless Night~
"Nothing will happen if you don't settle down and work on it!" Germany shouted at Italy, once again a whole day of training had done nothing to change Italy's lazy spirit of sitting around and eating pasta. Not to mention the trouble he had gotten into with France.
"Germany! It is winter! I do not want to run outside! It's cold." Italy whines out of breathe. He had spent all day running from Germany to escape training. He of course was caught in his own kitchen making hot chocolate.
"Yeah potato bastard, you should shut up and leave Italy the hell alone."
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
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
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
Hetalia: Draw With Me Crossover: Spamano I remember on that morning that I told my boss I needed to find myself, I remember walking for miles on end, no shoes, no items for comfort, just to reach, a wall that stretched for miles, a wall, made of very thin glass. I remember, on that morning, I never thought that I'd become part of a story so tragic, and I never thought, it would involve someone as magnificent as you. Someone whom became my best friend, in just mere hours of sitting and writing. If only our paths had been easier, if only we'd been born on the same side, maybe them we wouldn't have to feel so separated, maybe then, we wouldn't have to have a long distance relationship, just because we are thin glass wall's way apart. Maybe.. then I could have held your hand, and we could have, run away together.Hetalia: Draw With Me Crossover: Spamano in Drama More Like This
"Its cold. Take a jacket."
"I told you I'm not going with much.. I'll be fine.."
I ate cereal and listened to the morning announcements on the
We are Lost: GerItaDear Diary,We are Lost: GerIta in Short Stories More Like This
I still don't quite understand Italy Venenziano. He is a strange man, with strange ideals.. I really wish I knew how the world looked through his eyes, but, I guess that might always be an impossibility.
"Italy! Hurry it up!"
"S- si Germany..."
The Italian was huffing, it was obvious he wasn't one for hiking, but the German man didn't care, they were making good time this way, they'd probably be back before Japan finished dinner. They were on this hike to do more training, the only reason Japan had stayed back was the cooking of certain foods, with the fear of the house potentially setting fire. Germany figured training might be a bit more challenging in different terrain, and, it would help build better stamina.
Something sparkling suddenly caught Italy's eyes, he stepped out of the trail to pursue it, and Ludwig didn't notice. It was a marble... no.. a trail of marbles? One consistent
Unconditional SpainxRomano"Stop it! Just cut it out! Leave me alone!"Unconditional SpainxRomano in Short Stories More Like This
"You have thick hair Lovi~ Please come back! I'll stop brushing it I promise!"
It took a while for the Spaniard to catch up to the agitated Italian.
"You always... run from me... why?"
"Just tell me damn it! Stop teasing me! I've had enough of it!"
"Wh.. what do you mean?"
Romano didn't want to say it, he didn't think he'd ever bring it this far, but he couldn't take being teased anymore, and he had to know, he had to find out why this all seemed so realistic.
"You can have my inheritance, you can take anything you want.. just... stop playing with me!"
"Romano... what d... what are you talking about amor?"
Spain's hand rose to pat Romano, but it froze with Romano's next bust of words;
"No one really likes me! No one ever has! They always want something out of me, and you do to! I know you do! You wouldn't treat me this way really, especially after... how I treat you... and how I run away..."
"Is that how you really feel?"
Romano was surprised
Spain's Lost Diary: 3 Spain's Lost Diary: 3Spain's Lost Diary: 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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
Spain's Lost Diary: 2Spain's Lost Diary: Page 2Spain's Lost Diary: 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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
Spain's Lost Diary: 4Spain's Lost Diary: 4Spain's Lost Diary: 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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
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
Star gazingStar gazingStar gazing in General Fiction More Like This
"Ve~" Italy smiles and snuggles up against Germany on the red and white checkered picnic blanket they were laying on. "It's so pretty out here!" He said, turning his head so he was looking up at the starry night sky.
"Ja." Germany half smiled.
"Germany! Let's look at the stars and see if we can find those star pictures!"
"Do you mean constellations?"
"Yeah!" Italy smiles and rolls over onto his back.
"Oooh that one looks like spaghetti! and so do those! and those...and those...and those........Germany?"
"Is spaghetti a constellation?"
Germany chuckles. "Nein."
"Ooh... okay!" Italy smiles and continues staring at the stars.
"That one is Orion."
"See those three stars in a row?" He points at them. "Well that's orion's belt."
"And see that over there..that's the big and little dipper."
"Ooooh. Germany is so smart~" Italy snuggles in closer to Germany and kisses him.
"Ti Amo Doitsu~"
"Ja. Ich liebe dich" Germany leans in for another k
Couldn't SleepCouldn't SleepCouldn't Sleep in General Fiction More Like This
"Ring Ring. Ring Ring." Spain's laptop rang out.
"Hm? Who could be Skyping me at this hour?" He wondered, being that it was 1 in the morning. He stumbled out of bed and walked to his writing desk where his laptop sat. He sat down in the chair and pulled the chain to his small desk lamp. The tired Spaniard looked at his laptop to see who could be calling.
"Huh? Why is Lovi calling me?" Not that he minded. He clicked the 'call answer' button and Romano appeared on the screen. "Hola Lovi~ Is something wrong?"
"No bastard. I just couldn't sleep dammit." His real reason was because he just wanted to hear Spain's voice, but he would never actually say that to him.
"Oh. Sorry to hear that Lovi." Spain answered reassuringly.
"....Are you not wearing a fucking shirt?!" Romano asked as a blush crept across his cheeks.
"Si! It's so hot!" Spain smiles. "It's no different then when you sleep naked~ in fact, I can tell you are doing that right now." He chuckles.
Fanfic: Revisited MemoryRevisited MemoryFanfic: Revisited Memory in General Fiction More Like This
Spain and Romano (just a hint of Itacest,(only mentions it)
Setting the scene:
Let me get you caught up. So i woke up from my nap and that bastard wasn't next to me. I mean its not like i cared or anything. But Instead, there was a nicely folded black suit, and a bright yellow sticky note on top. I sat up and read the note. It read:
~Hola Lovi! Put this on and walk downstairs for your next clue! Love, Spain~
"What the fuck?" I mumbled. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and wobbled to my feet. I then undressed and I put the suit on, and that is where we are now.
I stare in the mirror and fumble with the tie, trying to remember the steps Spain taught me. "Over...under...over again? No..that's not right..." I continue fumbling and eventually tie it correctly. "Damn. I look pretty damn good." I think to myself. I add my favorite fedora and I walk downstairs. I find another note on the front door. I take it off and r
Christmas time with Finland,Sweden and SealandChristmas time with Finland,Sweden and SealandChristmas time with Finland,Sweden and Sealand in General Fiction More Like This
"Wooh Wooh!" The nostalgic train called out as it ran along the elaborate track set up underneath the tree. The Fraser fir stood tall with many twinkling white,green and red lights strung around it. It had meaningful ornaments hung on nearly every branch along with red and white candy canes, and on the tip of the top, a lit angel with gingery orange hair was wearing a flowing cream colored dress and had beautiful snow white wings on its back.
"Su-san! The tree looks so pretty!"
"S're. D'd a g'd j'b on 't."
"Yes we did!"
"Hey mom! Dad!" Sealand calls from the hall as he runs in. "Is it done yet?"
"Yes" Finland says with a cheerful smile. "Come take a closer look!"
"W' w'nt b'te."
Sealand smiles at the joke and walks up to the tree. "Wow! It looks amazing! I bet it's better than that stupid jerk England's tree!"
"Wh'td w' t'll ya 'bout 'sult'ng pe'ple."
"Sorry." He says, while still thinking ab
Fanfic: Meet me by our treeMeet me by our tree...Fanfic: Meet me by our tree in General Fiction More Like This
Spain and Romano
Setting the scene:
"Adios Amigos!" Spain calls out to France and Prussia. "Cya!" "adieu!" Spain runs out the door of France's house and dashes through the pouring rain to his car. He quickly gets in and puts his seat belt on. He feels his phone vibrate and looks at the screen. "7 missed calls? Wow!" he checks to see who they are from. All 7 were Romano. "Why would Lovi call me so many times?" He wonders. At that moment, his phone rings. "Bouno tomato, bouno tomato, bouno bouno ooh! tomato!" his phone sings out with Romano's voice. Spain holds the phone up to his ear. "Hola Lovi. Why did you call me so many t-" He was interrupted by Romano screaming his usual "Bastard!" Spain has to hold the phone away from his ear for a second. "Why didn't you answer your phone,dammit!" "I was having some drinks with the guys." After a long silence on Romano's end, Spain asks "Lovi?" "B-bastard...c-can you come to that spot we used to go to
Request1-Nighty Night Story"Daddy tell me how you got mommy to marry you!" Spain and Romano's 5 year old daughter, Annabella asked them as they were bathing her.Request1-Nighty Night Story in General Fiction More Like This
"oooh you want to know?" Antonio smiled at her.
"Si!" She responded with an excessive nod of her head.
"Lovi,let's tell her as her nighty night story!!" Spain looked at Romano,hoping he would agree.
"Y-yeah..sure." Romano agreed with a blush, as he always gets embarrased when he thinks about when he was proposed to.
"Yey!" A wet Annabella reaches up and hugs her parents, wetting their shirts a little.
"now let's get you out." Lovino reaches into the tub to help lift her out, then wrapping a towel around her to dry her off.
"Carry me mommy!" She smiles, reaching her arms up at Romano.
"Ooh Lovi ever since she was a baby she still wants you all the time!~ Lovi is such a good mommy~" Spain smiles, placing a kiss on Romano's cheek, causing his blush to return.
"Ewww you two are getting all lovey dovey again!" Annabella sticks her tongue out in disgust,causi
Total EclipseSummary: Request fill for artemisfowlaep5. A startling discovery on the Internet prompts Spain to hop into action with only a fifteen minute span of time to complete his 'mission.' Short & sweet Spamano fluffy fluff.Total Eclipse in Romance More Like This
One hand cradled Spain's cheek as emerald eyes surveyed the web page that filled the dinosaur that was his computer monitor, flitting here and there over small-print Spanish captioning an artful picture of a solar eclipse, recently painted by a citizen of the country that he so proudly personified. His face unintentionally loomed closer and closer to the screen as he clicked to expand the article: it is projected that a solar eclipse will take place over parts of Spain today, at approximately 4 pm, for four minutes at most. A solar eclipse occurs when By the time that Spain had gotten to that part of the sentence, the tip of his nose contacted static-electrified screen, Arial font blurred past the point of legibi
Drabbletalia: SuFin// Pairing: SuFin. (Sweden/Finland.)Drabbletalia: SuFin in Romance More Like This
// Rating: T
// Summary: Berwald & Tino are employed at a software/technology company. An email pops up in Tino's inbox from a certain Swede & he is ever so eager for a distraction from debugging.
// Warnings: BL/shounen-ai.
// Note: AU in which Sweden and Finland are employed at a technological company as computer programmers. Real names used. There are some technical terms used in here, and there is a translation provided at the bottom of the story for the content of Berwald's email.
Chapter Title: Do You Want to Know a Secret?
The incessant, louder than usual ticking that echoed around the room of individual cubicles drove Tino up the wall. He eyed the tiny digital clock in the lower right-hand corner of his company-distributed computer screen, an exhausted sigh heaving his narrow shoulders. 16:10. Another fifty minutes and he would be free, for a period of fifteen minutes.
He sat u
Unsung and Left Unsaid// Pairing: GerUk. (Germany/England.)Unsung and Left Unsaid in Romance More Like This
// Rating: T (Alcohol references & language.)
// Warnings: BL/shounen-ai.
// Note: Request for TequilaVodkaandTea. Tried to incorporate some angst into this, too, and onesidedness. (Hope you like it!)
Chapter Title: Whisky or Whiskey?
With one elbow propped against the clean, mahogany bar in front of him, Germany held his head in one hand, crowned across his forehead, middle finger and thumb squeezing his temples. The half-empty beer, still considerably cold and perched in front of him, did nothing to clear away the migraine that had built behind his eyes all day, beginning with the first fifteen minutes of the fluke that was supposed to be a World Conference earlier that morning. Really, he didn't understand why America and Britain still quipped at each other over the American Revolution at every turnit was a war that happened a little over two hundred years ago, give or take. Two centur
Drabbletalia: PruAme// Pairing: PruAme. (Prussia/America.)Drabbletalia: PruAme in Romance More Like This
// Rated: K+
//Summary: Prussia notices something he hadn't before on the frame of America's glasses.
Chapter Title: The Lone Star State.
Prussia sighed as the bright, white bold words "GAME OVER" flashed across the wall-mounted flatscreen television centered in Germany's living room. His grip tightened on the sleek plastic surface of the Xbox 360 controller that popped in protesthe would have easily split the thing in two if America hadn't stolen it from him. "Why don't you lower the difficulty? You've got it set to Suicide," the blonde piped up from in front of Prussia, setting down his ballpoint pen on the nearby coffee table.
"No way! I've already beat it on Easy and Normal and Hard, and I'm just that awesome to beat it on Suicide too! You'll see, I'll own this verdammt game!" Prussia shot back, his boisterous statements punctuated by a characteristi
This City// Pairing: Prumano. (Prussia/Romano)This City in Romance More Like This
// Summary: Romano wanted to get away from the craziness of the other nations. He thought that he could find solace in his city of Rome, but unfortunately for him, he's wrongly mistaken. Touches of Prumano. BL/shounen-ai, don't like, don't read.
// Rating: T for language.
// Warnings: BL/shounen-ai.
// Note: Request fic for De-Anon. Hope you like it broski!
Rome: it was a city that Romano knew he could go to to get away from the antics of the other national personifications, to be carefree if only for a few days or a few hours.
The weather turned out absolutely beautiful after a good week of unpredictable rain, no clouds barring the view of the crystal clear cerulean sky. There was this airy, blissful feeling that surged within Romano as he traipsed around his city, a full-on smile upturning his mouth. He greeted a few of the street vendors and painters that he happened to pass, stopped to exchange a
Oh the Places We'll Go Ch.1: LyonSummary: The annual World Conference is being held in Moscow, Russia this year, and what better way to get there than to take a road trip across Europe, picking up nations along the way? At least, that's what Britain thinks. Rated T to be safe. Collab fic!Oh the Places We'll Go Ch.1: Lyon in Humor More Like This
Slender fingers drummed against a leather-clad onyx steering wheel in time with the low music resonating from the impressive stereo system that Britain had had his Mini Cooper outfitted with. He reserved this car specifically for long trips -- much like the one in which he found himself, having to drive all of the way across Europe in order to attend the annual World Conference that was to be held in Moscow in two weeks. Carding one hand through choppy, flaxen-hued locks he guided the car down an impossibly-narrow side street, cutting away from the main traffic of Lyon with a sigh of relief; the driver that was previously behind him had tailgated the Englishman for God knows how m
Peeps, Paperwork, and PrussiaSummary: Finland finds himself faced with a daunting pile of paperwork accompanied by a little package of marshmallow Peeps one afternoon after the World Conference. Prussia walks in on him eating one. Rated for language and fluffy SuFin shounen-ai.Peeps, Paperwork, and Prussia in Humor More Like This
One Afternoon, After the World Conference...
One hand cupped Finland's cheek as he leaned into his bent elbow balanced on the conference table in front of him. A neat stack of typed paperwork stood off to his left, accompanied by a shrink-wrapped cardboard container holstering five brilliant, dandelion-hued marshmallows molded into the shape of canaries. Somehow, the novelty treat perturbed the meek blonde: he would have trashed them if anyone but Sweden had given them to him. Seeking just about any outlet that would allow him to procrastinate on his workjust for five minutes, tops, he reminded himselfhe brandished the plastic-encased snack, his hand leaving his face to grip his ballpoint pen like a shiv and thrust
Nowhere Ch. 2Symbolism.Nowhere Ch. 2 in Romance More Like This
The telltale clinking of a porcelain teacup jostling around atop its sister saucer sneaked up the short flight of stairs and permeated Arthur's orderly bedroom through the crack that Alfred had left on his way out to the closest grocery store what seemed like hours before. Arthur propped his quilted pillow against the formidable headboard and straightened as Alfred stumbled gracefully through the bedroom door, brushing it back toward its frame behind him. Emerald eyes darted directly to the tray that Alfred cautiously balanced in his hands, immediately taking notice of his favorite teacup and a few bread rolls atop the tray before flickering up to the face of the fallow-haired man advancing toward him. "When's the last time you ate, Iggy? I bet it's been a while," Alfred remarked, setting the tray down beside the television set on the dresser before clutching the teacup, saucer, and a roll of bread, turning toward his bedridden friend.
Arthur shrugged, scooting over s
Nowhere Ch. 1Summary: Arthur is sick as per usual when the seasons change, but this time he is plagued by these strange dreams for a handful of consecutive nights... until something occurs that changes him for good. USUK AU, real names used. Don't like, don't read.Nowhere Ch. 1 in Romance More Like This
Charcoal-tinged midday light poured graciously through the one gothic-style arched window that dominated the north wall of blonde man's bedroom, its ethereal luminescence pooling against frigid hardwood flooring that covered his entire house. The grumpy owner of the home nestled in the center of his expansive bed, countless blankets warmed by his feeble body heat strewn messily around him. His choppy saffron hair stuck up at all different angles atop his head, starkly contrasting the prim tidiness that he worked so hard to maintain day after mundane day. Today, however, his care for neatness abandoned him: a rising fever drained the apricot hue that usually haunted his cheeks, dustin
Cache Ch. 1Summary: France and Spain concoct something in a lab and give it to America. For some reason America is overcome by a craving for none other than carrots. PruMerica crack, lime in second chapter. BL, don't like, don't read.Cache Ch. 1 in Humor More Like This
"Are you sure that this is safe?" Spain piped up over the humdrum noise of bubbling concoctions of every color of the visible spectrum splayed out on the oval table in front of himself and France, who wielded a fizzy test tube containing a dark, syrup-hued liquid between metallic tongs.
The flamboyant nation chuckled rather loudly as he nodded, a hand flitting up to push a pair of plastic lab goggles farther up the bridge of his nose. "Bien sûr, mon ami! Have we not gone through fifteen successful tests only this morning with absolutely no negative response?"
Spain nodded, one hand darting into the pocket of his white lab coat as he rummaged around before extracting an overly-folded lined piece of notebook
ThailandXReader: Snow DaySnow was slowly falling, many inches on the ground already. You gazed into the Asian country's golden brown eyes, illuminated with curiosity. "I can't I'm sorry China," you frowned, your face unreadable, your tone firm. The older country's jaw dropped slightly, pain flooding his normally soft gaze. He closed his eyes as the salt water came to the corners of them and he turned his back to you. The dark brown haired country let out a sigh that sounded of nothing but sheer heartbreak before walking away from you without another word.ThailandXReader: Snow Day in Romance More Like This
"Hey, you did the right thing, ana," came another voice. Turning you saw your best friend, Thailand.
"Ha-ha " you muttered, "As if dumping somebody is ever the right thing."
"In case like this, it was for best, ana. He was cheating on you with somebody else, ___________. He used you, ____________, it was right of you to put end to a relationship that would never worked by nipping a bad bud before it became a bad fruit. It's too cold to talk her
America X England - Promise Me?Hey you! Yeah youAmerica X England - Promise Me? in Romance More Like This
No, not you, Kiku
The stupid, oblivious American
I'm trying to get that fool's attention
Seriously, how long does it take to get his attention?!
Leave me alone, Francis, I don't have time to deal with you
What is this idiot talking about now?
Who is stupid enough to celebrate without reason?
Hey Alfred! I'm trying to talk you!
No, not you, Ivan
The stupid, oblivious American
I can't seem to get that fool's attention
Perhaps I should give up
Give up and go to this pointless party
Yes, that sounds like a plan
What other way is there?
Hey, little brother! I'm still trying to talk to you!
No, most certainly not you, Francis
The stupid, oblivious American
He won't even acknowledge me...
The day is here, its time for the party
And now he notices me
Then he rushes around introducing me as his wife
I can't help but wonder, when did that happen?
Hey, husband! Will you finally listen to me now?
No, not you, Ludwig
The stupid, oblivious American, who I love so much
America X Reader - Would You Dance?It was the last day of school and you were bored as a slug. The math teacher was playing the movie 'Despicable Me' for the upteenth time this year. This was the fourteenth time you'd watched this movie in one school year - you'd been keeping track. The only students really paying attention were Kiku, Yao, Ivan, and Ludwig. Everybody else was either playing paper football or passing notes. Oh and there was that one geeky girl called Alex who always drew Pokemon. She's something else...always talking to the air... And there was Destinie and Alice too. Destinie and Alice were passing notes to each other in the back row and Alice eventually sent a paper airplane sailing to Alex's desk and the British American only huffed at whatever was on the paper, crumbling it up and basketball shooting it into the trashcan ten feet away. Destinie and Alice started giggling like idiots and the teacher shushed them. You turned and stared out the window, slipping into the land of your fantasies. You wereAmerica X Reader - Would You Dance? in Romance More Like This
APH: Hunger Games: Prologue 589 years ago, the once great country of America stood tall and strong as the superpower of the modern world. In 2011 there were fifty of us being led by America. In 2039, the third World War broke out. By 2047, China had finally gotten back at America for the trillians of dollars in debt money owed. In 2051, our number sharply decreased from fifty to twenty seven in a vain attempt to pay off previous debt. The third World War ends in late 2052. Then our number slips lower; from twenty seven to nineteen. In 2064, China and a few other Asian nations attack America again. There are then only sixteen of us remaining in 2075. The American borders change rapidly.APH: Hunger Games: Prologue in Drama More Like This
Not only is the country border rearranging, but the borders of us states too. My used to be brother, Texas, was part of the remaining sixteen American states. I should have known that once Texas took in a grown, but extremely feeble man, would be the ultimate end of Americ
APH: Hunger Games: Chapter 1 "Gotcha now!" a large figure tackled me into the ground and I let out an 'oomph' of surprise. I was pinned to the leafy foliage that lay decaying on the ground. Skillfully, I let myself go limp and quickly slithered out of my opponent's grasp and body crushing weight. He huffed in surprise before wheeling around and I just barely swung up, high into a tree branch, out of his reach. I gazed down at my brother. Even so, he wasn't really my brother. He was a tall, scruffy haired blonde with a cow lick very similar to Alfred's. His eyes were a mesmerizing lavender color, marred by oval glasses. He wore a black undershirt with a brown hunting vest over top and black dragon pendent around his neck. Jackson was my lover; before Panem demolished everything we had left. Even now, we refused to stop meeting each other. Borders might stop our people and our beings, but borders will never stop love. "That's not fair!" Jackson yelled.APH: Hunger Games: Chapter 1 in Drama More Like This
"All is fa
Austria vs CleverbotUser: Good evening.Austria vs Cleverbot in Comedy More Like This
Cleverbot: Good morning.
User: Is it evening over there?
Cleverbot: Yes, it is.
User: I think I'll express my confusion through playing my piano...
Cleverbot: I don't like mind games.
User: Okay well...what kind of games do you like?
Cleverbot: I like chess and card games.
User: Chess is good. It helps the brain think better.
Cleverbot: So what game do you want to play?
User: If possible, we could play internet chess.
Cleverbot: Who are you?
User: Oh right, I never gave a proper introduction. I'm Roderich but almost everybody calls me Austria.
Cleverbot: Hello, Austria. I am Cleverbot.
User: Hi again...
Cleverbot: Where do you want to meet?
Cleverbot: Listen, I think the bedroom is a good place for our first meeting.
User: Uh...may I suggest my piano room or the kitchen, Cleverbot?
Cleverbot: No, we are meeting there and that is final.
User: Who gave you permission to barge into my home?!
Cleverbot: Easy, I am
4. MemoriesDecember 19th, 19874. Memories in General Fiction More Like This
I hate this place so much. I thought my father, Francis, loved me very much. But he lost the war to Arthur and now Arthur is my new father. He doesn't notice me. Doesn't love me. He has a favorite child, my so called brother Alfred. He's older than me by about three years. My family is scattered all over the world. In more ways than one, but I can't tell you how or why because I'm sworn to secrecy.
Alfred is a great huge, loud, obnoxious package of strength and energy all bundled up into a muscular, short haired dirty blonde with shining bright blue eyes. He's got glasses, about half an inch shorter than me. He claims to have a pet alien and his constant fantasies of being a world hero one day drive me absolutely insane. Typical American. I can't help but snort in great amusement at him. Alfred says he wants to be a hero, but whenever you pop in a scary movie or video game he goes paranoid.
Francis is probably the one who cares about me the most. He
Japan vs CleverbotUser: ...Japan vs Cleverbot in Comedy More Like This
Cleverbot: Nice day for a chat...
User: Yes. *nods*.
Cleverbot: You're boring.
User: Do pardon me then.
Cleverbot: No need for excuses.
Cleverbot: That is better.
Cleverbot: Thanks for talking to me.
User: What country do you live in?
Cleverbot: I can't tell you, I love you!
User: That was slightly odd.
Cleverbot: Sorry, I'm feeling quite isolated these days.
User: As do I...
Cleverbot: Do you remember what my name is?
User: We have never met before, I'm afraid I do not know you.
Cleverbot: I'm pretty sure that we have.
User: Maybe...do you come to the World Conferences?
Cleverbot: Yes. I am an only child so I often get rather lonely.
User: Oh, I know a lot of only child countries. Perhaps we have never met fully, my name is Japan. *bows slightly*.
Cleverbot: For what reason?
User: I am named after my country.
Cleverbot: Do you like going shopping?
User: Only if it is for things I need.
Cleverbot: Do you like Daffod