Secret SantaSecret Santa. It was a silly game America suggested for the nations to play. China was one of the few nations that rejected the idea and refused to participate, but after some consideration (and bullying from the others), he decided to join in on the festivities.
When it was finally his turn to draw a name from a hat, China wasn't particularly concerned. He already decided no matter who he got, he would probably give them some money stuffed in a red pocket, some shark fin, and grade-A tea leaves; if it was a female nation, he'll even throw in some crushed pearl face cream and bird's nest soup. He was silently congratulating himself on how generous he was when he pulled a name out. Immediately, the thought flew out of his mind and colored drained from his face as he read the name. It couldn't be . He blinked. Blinked again as he read the name scribbled on the tiny paper. He stared hard at it until he thought his vision blurred. No matter how hard he stared at it, the letters didn't
I Love You, Da?Russia knocked loudly on the door and smiled when he heard an almost instantaneous reply.I Love You, Da? in Drama More Like This
"I'm coming, aru! You can stop knocking, aru!"
He stopped and a few moments later, the door opened.
"Geh....it's you, aru! What is it, aru?"
Russia's smile widened at this less than warm welcome and he hurried forward, picking China up and pulling him into a tight hug.
"Jao! I missed you, da?"
China squirmed in his arms, struggling to break free.
"P-Put me down, aru! And then you may as well come inside, aru." Russia looked at China in surprise at the invitation and China blushed, refusing to look at him. "It's better than having you loitering out here, aru...."
"Da~!" Russia smiled happily and hoisted China into his arms, settling him on his hip like a small child and carrying him into the house. "I was gone for ages on that business meeting! Did Jao miss me?"
China gave Russia a synthetic smile and spoke sarcastically.
"Yes! I've missed you a lot, aru! Give me a hug, aru?" His fake smile abruptl
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Ivan. Was. Ecstatic. You would be too if the person you had been in love with for hundreds of years had finally accepted your invitation, right? This was going to be so much fun!
Yao knocked on the door of Ivan’s house, feeling a slight sense of foreboding. He was wondering what had come over him that would cause him to do this. He supposed it was the fact that the others would be there, so it wouldn’t be just the two of them. He was just beginning to think that Ivan might not be home and he could go back to his own house when the door was flung open and he was glomped by a large man.
“Aiyaa!” He cried as the weight and momentum of said man knocked them both over. The overnight bag that Yao had brought was thrown from his grip as he hit the path with a squeak. The man who had tackled him looked up, purple eyes shining with happiness.
“Jao! You came!” Ivan excla
WN: A Day in the Life of a Wild LithuaniaWelcome back, dear viewers, to another episode of World Nature! Today, we've got a real treat for you! There's this wild Lithuania we've been observing and today we're going to show you what a typical day is like for this creature. There's its den now!WN: A Day in the Life of a Wild Lithuania in Humor More Like This
This wild Lithuania shares a den with its mate, a wild Poland. The wild Lithuania begins its day by snuggling in bed with the wild Poland. They enjoy spending time together, but they always seem to be so busy that they don't have much time to do so.
After a while, the wild Lithuania gets up and leaves to perform its daily tasks. Today the wild Lithuania seems to be helping out a wild Russia that lives nearby. This wild Russia used to keep the wild Lithuania captive in its den; we think it wanted the wild Lithuania to be its mate. However, the wild Lithuania never cared for the wild Russia in that way, and after the wild Russia met its current mate, a wild China, the wild Lithuania was allowed to leave. Despite this history between them,
To the Rescue AruChina was walking leisurely down the hallway of the vast mansion. Like everything else in Russia, the mansion was immense- the hallways seem unending, the doors branched off into different parts of the house. It took him many visits and careful memorization before he could stroll down alone Russia's massive home without losing his way.To the Rescue Aru in General Fiction More Like This
In some sense or another, this had almost become his second home. Whenever he came to visit, none of the guards stopped him from entering; the maids greeted and curtsied. To be acknowledged and recognized as a 'special' friend of their nation, it was a queer feeling.
It wasn't as if he and Russia made it their goal to keep their relationship a secret. There really was no point in denying it. However, even with the world labeling them as a couple, the couple themselves never openly admitted their feelings to one another. There were no exclamations of 'I love you' or undying vows of eternity. What they had was much simpler than that: a brushing of han
Pedo PandaEngland yelled, "That's it, America! I've had enough of your lip! Behold the power of Britanna Angel!"Pedo Panda in General Fiction More Like This
A loud explosion followed that proclamation and the entire room was filled with smoke. Coughing, the Allies quickly opened the door.
France was the first to regain his breath, "Damn it Angleterre! Stop it with your magic! They are poo poo!"
"Sh-shut up! I just wanted my little cute America back!"
"You wanted what back?" America answered coughing into his hand.
France and UK stared wide-eyed at America, "Wait. If you're here. Then-"
"Wah~ Everyone left me behind in there. So mean~" Russia stumbled out of the smoked filled room, tripping over his clothes. His big violet eyes turned to the Englishmen "England~ England~ Turn me back! I don't like looking up at everyone. It feels weird..."
"Ah-" England didn't get to finish his sentence. China quickly pushed him to the floor in his rush to Russia.
"Kyaaaaaaaa sooooo cuuuuuute!" China screamed as he lifted little Russia in his arms. "You! Y
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Fear, anticipation, exhilaration and delirium- they were all emotions that coiled up inside him. Hurry, the devil's advocate whispered, hurry before he rejects you, scorns you . Ivan's hands clenched at such disparaging thoughts, wrinkling the silk shirt where they rested on.
No. Things were different now. No longer would he see contempt and loathing reflected in those amber, brown eyes. His feelings were finally returned. After all they went through, after all he suffered for this hopeless yearning of his, they were together at last. It was impossible, unthinkable that Yao would abandon him, leave him behind. No. He wouldn't. Yao loved him. Must love him .
"You know," soft, dainty lips brushed against his once and then once again, "kissing would be much better if you'd actually kissed me back."
Blushing, Ivan stammered, "S-sorry. I I'm just a littl
The Trouble with Accents"Yao~" A familiar and dread inducing voice said China's name. Swallowing his frustrated groan, the Chinese man put on his best diplomatic smile before turning around to face his northern 'friend'.The Trouble with Accents in General Fiction More Like This
"Yes, Russia aru, how may I help you?"
China had expected the usual: "Become one with Mother Russia, Yao", "Yao-Yao, I'm cold. You'll share some of your warmth with me, da?", or something similar. It might have moved his heart just a little bit to be 'confessed' to over and over again if it weren't for the fact that Russia said it to everyone.
At least that was the idea until Russia smiled his smile and said something unexpected, "я тебя люблю (I love you)."
The way China slammed into the wall behind him was like a canon had hit him in the chest. "WHAT?"
"Is something the matter?" Russia cocked his head, eyeing his Chinese companion in concern.
Despite the rapid beating of his heart, the red flush he could feel heating his face, Chin
Facade and Delusions"You're insane," China hissed against Russia's lips.Facade and Delusions in General Fiction More Like This
"Yes," Purring, Russia's tongue darted out to give China a quick lick, "but then so are you. I like pushing you over the edge and watching your calm façade break away. "
China slammed his mouth against Russia's, effectively silencing the mocking mouth.
China silently agreed.
They were both insane.
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Humming happily, Russia walked down the garden pathway with a little hop to his step. Suddenly, he spotted a familiar back just a few yards in front of him. Smiling to himself, he lengthened his stride to catch up to the other man.
"Hey!" Russia yelled out, clasping onto Greece's shoulder with one hand, "Watcha doing Greece?" Curious, he looked at the bundle of Hello Kitty products in the Greek's arms.
The other nation gave him a blank stare. Slowly he answered Russia's question as if it was costing him a lot of effort."I...just got done shopping for Japan...I think I went overboard..."
"How nice...you're spending Christmas with Japan..." Russia offered a smile, but it was tinged with a bit of malicious jealousy.
It went unnoticed by Greece who only nodded his head absently. "Yes, it'll be very nice." He looked at the bundle of gifts in his arms and handed a Hello Kitty Plushie doll to the Russian. "Hm...looks like I really did get to much. Here, you c
Bug Bite"Ahhh, I-Ivan....Nngh," China moaned as gloved hands played over his naked chest, burning his sensitive skin. "S-s-stop. N-no more." China bit his bottom lip, blushing.Bug Bite in General Fiction More Like This
Russia kissed away the tears at the corner of the delicate nation's eyes. "Shhh...You trust me, right?" Lips lightly nibbled China's ears before trailing down his neck. China shivered. "I'll take care of you..."
China couldn't do anything other than nod. His mind was becoming blank, filled with only the soft touches of Russia's hands, lips, the pressing of their bodies. He needed release and only the winter nation could give it to him. As Russia laid him down gently- careful not to crush him with his weight- China shyly watched Russia straddle him, discarding his clothes one by one. A sense of possessiveness and arousal rolled through the smaller nation as he admired Russia's body.
Then Russia unzipped his pants.
That...definitely was not going to fit.
"Aiiiiieeee! I don't want to die aru!"China quickly tried to scrambl
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Sighing, Russia pulled back slightly to stare down at China. "Yao ."
"Still no good?" The other nation looked at him self-consciously before averting his eyes. "I'm sorry ."
"No, no, no. It's my fault for being such a bad teacher." Russia said in a firm tone, refusing to let China blame himself. He grasped China's chin between his fingers and urged him to meet his eyes. "You have nothing to be ashamed of."
The smaller man glanced at him from under dark, long lashes and smiled at the Russian's futile effort to comfort him. "Maybe we should stop .It's not like I need to learn how to kiss right, Ivan?" He lifted a hand to graze Russia's cheek. " Since apparently in China there is no such thing as kissing."
Russia grabbed the delicate wrist gently and placed it on his shoulders. "We'll take things slowly. Try wrapping your arms around me, Yao."
"Like this?" China asked, draping one arm over the blonde's shoulder while the other kneaded the b
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"Ivan ," Russia's ears perked up at the breathless way China said his name.
He turned and was surprised by the sight of the smaller nation standing only a few feet before him. Was he running a fever? Short of breath, flushed cheeks, and glazed over eyes; he must be. Russia quickly strode over to feel the other's forehead. Hm, a little warm but nothing to be alarmed about.
"Ah ahh, Ivan ." China breathed again, clutching the large hands.
Russia raised his eyebrows in question, "Yes?"
Without warning, the slender man buried his face into Russia's chest, slim arms wrapped around his waist tightly.
"Little Jao," Russia said alarmed, "What's wrong? Are you-"
"Ivan," China lifted his earnest eyes to Russia's, "I want to have sex."
Russia choked on air; he was beyond shocked at the older and often icy nation whose demeanor was colder than his coldest winters.
Tea Time for Two-RD"You're joking," China said in disbelief, stopping in his tracks to stare horrified at his leader.Tea Time for Two-RD in Humor More Like This
Chairman Jiang gave his nation a pitying look and sighed, "If I was kidding, I wouldn't have bought you a new suit to wear to this meeting. Now hurry. We mustn't keep them waiting."
Jiang Zemin didn't even take half a step forward when an iron grip took hold of his shoulder. "YOU'RE CRAZY IF YOU THINK I-"
"Yao, relax," Jiang spoke softly in an effort to calm his nation back down.
"Relax? How do you expect me to relax when you just told me to sell my body!"
"I didn't tell you to sell your body. I just told you it might be beneficial if you resumed your carnal relationship with Mr. Braginski."
"THAT'S THE SAME THING!" China shouted, unconsciously tightening his hold. "And don't you dare discuss my my sleeping habits again! It's none of your business!"
Jiang Zemin winced slightly from the sudden increase in pressure on his arm. He patted the hand squeezing him paternally. "Yao, calm dow
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Wang Yao sighed heavily, slumping in his chair a little. Across from him, on the opposite side of the dining room table, was a distraught looking Ivan Braginski, the personification of Russia. Laid out in front of the two were many scattered index cards, with Chinese characters, words and phrases on them. Yao was teaching Ivan how to speak, write and understand Chinese after Ivan begged (forced) him to, under what circumstance, he would never know. And being the good nation of China that he was, he agreed. But after many hours of advanced studying, Ivan just couldn't either pronounce a word correctly or make the written character exactly right. Ivan was getting frustrated with himself for not even getting a single thing correct. He wished that everyone could just speak Russian, to make the world a hell of a lot easier. But NO~ God just had to be a Сука about it and make everyone speak different languages!
China sat up and re-arranged the
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Alfred F. Jones stared at his window pane with an annoyed expression. It was raining today, and Alfred felt as if the whole world was shrouded in gloom. Raindrops pitter-pattered on the roof and splattered on the outside of the window. To Alfred, it was just plain sad and depressing. He hated the rain. 'Huh.... Now I know how Arthur feels...' Alfred mused to himself as he thought about his British boyfriend. Arthur Kirkland was supposed to visit him today via a 9 to 10 hour airplane ride. Sadly, his flight to the U.S. had been cancelled due to rain. Arthur had called his beloved boyfriend just hours before to inform him, with dissapointment and deep sadness laced in his voice. So now, Alfred is here sitting at his window sill, staring at the rain with sorrow in his heart and a certain blonde haired, green eyed Brit in his head.
Alfred sighed, getting up to go make himself some coffee. It always had a way of cheering him up somewhat. He trudged down the stairs and suspe
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Tino Vainamoinen had just finished setting the table for dinner when his lover, Berwald Oxenstierna, came home from a meeting with his boss. It was Tino and Berwald's two year anniversary of the time they started dating. They had both decided that they would have a nice dinner alone at home to celebrate, since Berwald never really wanted to go out much or throw a huge party, in which a certain Dane would never be invited to. Their "son", Peter Kirkland, better known as the micro nation of Sealand, was out for the night, staying over at his best friend, Raivis Galante's house, otherwise known at Latvia. Also their little dog, Hanatamago was asleep in her little dog bed by the fireplace, where a bright, warm glow enveloped the room and drowned out all of the cold weather coming in from outside. 'Tonight will be perfect' thought Tino as he came to the doorway to help Berwald get rid of his cold, damp, snow-ridden jacket and boots.
As the two lovers sat and talked, mostly a
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Ludwig Beilschimdt was working diligently in his office, working on some very important business documents for his boss. It was almost two in the afternoon and he had started working since eight o' clock this morning. He wasn't anywhere near halfway finished. To get his mind off of the paperwork for a while, Ludwig toyed with his Iron Cross in his fingers, a habit he got from his older brother, Gilbert. His mind started drifting from paperwork to a certain brunette with an odd curl that had the exact same necklace as he and Gilbert. Feliciano Vargas, the personification of North Italy, seemed to preoccupy his mind most of the time now. The ever joyful and carefree man was all Ludwig could think about these days. Ever since the days of World War II, Ludwig did all he could to ensure Feliciano's safety and (though he wouldn't admit it) happiness. He loved seeing that sunny smile on his crush's cute little face. He would do anything to make sure it stayed there
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Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, a.k.a. the country of Spain wasn't his normal self on this day. On this day of all days, he was contemplating a certain predicament he was in as of now with a certain Italian. Southern Italy, to be exact, or better known as Romano to the rest of the countries. Earlier today, the two of them had just been out in Spain's garden picking tomatoes when he had made a simple observation of Romano's face (being beet red from the sun) looking like a nice ripe tomato. Then came the yelling, the cursing and the screaming at the Spaniard and ultimately ended in the result of the angry older Italian brother slamming the glass sliding door leading into the kitchen and storming away to his room. That was what lead Antonio to be in the position he was now. Sitting at the kitchen table alone, with his hands clasped near his mouth, leaning on his elbows, brows drawn together and a small wicker basket of freshly ripened and picked tomatoes sitting
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Warning: boyxboy, IvanxYao, a bit of history, crying, and a bit of fluff.
It's been so long; so very long since the two have seen each other.
During the Cold War they were separated just after their relationship began to bloom. To say the least; it was heart shattering. Russia couldn't take a step outside his front door without feeling the memory of the slim Chinese hand slip into his own with hopes of leading him far, far away. Yet China wasn't there and Russia had doubts he'd ever come back. China on the other had couldn't sleep at night because whenever he tried to lay down, he felt large arms wrap around him and hold him tight. Though that was only a memory of being held so carefully and lovingly. Russia wasn't holding him now, no one was and he doubted he'd ever be locked in that loving embrace ever again. China spent his nights sobbing over that.
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Warning: Yaoi, RoChu, historic inaccuracy
Russia let his hand slide down the Chinese man`s bare thigh. The dim lighting the room made the mood seem sensual though it was far from that. It was a mix of depression and anger.
"What did you say,Little Jao~?"Russia asked, his voice a calm that thickened the air to a point China was sure he could cut it with a blade. He swallowed hard though didn`t move his eyes away from his lap or change his mind.
"You heard me, Ivan.." China said, the leather shorts of his uniform seeming to become the least comfortable thing as Russia let his fingers slip into the hem. He put his hand over the Russian`s, making him stop. He was serious. "I`m breaking up with you."
Silence fell over the dim room though China could swear he heard Russia`s heart break in two.
China couldn`t even look up at Russia, he kept his glance down and tried to remove himself from the lap tho
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Warning: BL, fluff, Russia x China, and nothing historically accurate.
It was late, too late for anyone to be awake yet China couldn`t lay his head down and let sleep consume his subcontinous. Snow was falling heavily in large ammounts but it was silent and therefore it shouldn`t have bothered the large nation. It did though, it made a weird feeling churn up in his stomach that forced him toss and turn in the large king-sized canopy bed. That was how he ened up like this; cold, wrapped up in his red silk robe, sitting by the freezing window, just watching snow fall on his dead garden and fall into the dark northern forests.
"Ayia....It is so cold here, aru..." He spoke to himself in a hushed tone, a puff of breath appearing right in front of his mouth. It probably didn`t help that China`s long black hair was down either, still damp from his shower a bit earlier. H
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"Once upon a time... In a place far away.. A wonderful prince lived happily with his older brother in a safe, warm home guarded by sunflowers as far as the eye could see...." China started, little Russia sitting in his lap with large violet eyes staring up at the man while the two sat under the stars. "The little prince's name was Ivan and he was such a happy little boy with his entire life ahead of him, aru. And he even would become the king of their home as well." He continued, his long thin finger's tangling themselves in the small boy's silver hair as he told the story and the baby nation bounced."My name is Ivan!" Russia cooed, looking up at China with a large smile that was infectious to the elder. "Shh, Shh, Yes it is, aru. But no more interrupting or you'll ruin the story, okay...?" China asked, the smaller boy covering his giggling mouth and nodding as he relaxed back into the Chine
Stargazing -- GerItaIt had taken all day (or rather all evening, since they had not begun their trek until well into the afternoon) to work their way through the forest trail. The way the warm sun dappled the greenery around them with spots of light as it slowly set over the horizon was stunningStargazing -- GerIta in Romance More Like This
that is, would have been stunning, if there wasn't an exhausted and fidgety Italian latched onto Ludwig's arm (and one that was very vocal about his condition, no less).
"Ludwig, are we there yet? I'm tired and my feet hurt!" It was safe to say that such statements had become a mantra for the Italian, considering he wouldn't go more than three minutesand Ludwig had timed such occurrences at this pointwithout saying something to that effect.
"Not yet. Just a bit more, I promise." And the German had replied the same way each timenot that it had done much to halt the complaints. Ludwig knew that Feliciano had never been one for hiking. Actually, he was sure most outdoor activities were o
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There it was again. A silly question and two bright amber eyes focused on him from across the desk, the man nearly sprawled across his papers as he looked up at the German, the picture of impatient expectancy.
" smile more?" Germany continued flipping through the documents without missing a beat, used to the Italian's antics.
When the blond didn't probe further, the Italian took it upon himself to walk around the desk and hop up to sit on the edge, still staring at the blond with a pout. "Ve, si! Germany is always frowning! Doesn't it hurt your face to be frowning all the time?" Italy titled his head, looking genuinely concerned.
He could feel the telltale twitch of brows on his forehead, a scowl beginning to creep across his face. "No, my face does not hurt. And get down from there, it isn't a chair."
"But Germany, you should smile more! Smiling makes you happy!" The Italian threw out his arms to emphasize his statement (and almost smacked the Ge
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Every glance I catch.
Every touch of hands.
Every brush of lips.
Every moment is precious
Something to be remembered, immortalized
I haven't smiled so much in so long
Or smiled so wide it hurt my cheeks
I haven't cried so much
and had someone waiting to pick me up
Even with impending lectures
I can't help but be happy
I haven't laughed so much
From all your cute mannerisms;
The constant blushes at the smallest of things
The little scowls at the tiniest of imperfections
The twisting of everything into a serious event
I haven't needed someone so much
Needed someone to hug and kiss me
To protect and rescue me
To tolerate and indulge me
To love and accept me
To want me
To need me
I want it
I need it
The kisses, the hugs
The attention, the worry
The scowls, the smiles
I haven't wanted so much.
I haven't needed so much.
I haven't remembered so much
Things from a past I could never forget
Memories of a boy I can n
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"Ciao~ Kiss me, kiss me!"
"Look, look, Ludwig! I cleaned up, just like you asked! Aren't you proud? Give me a "good job" kiss!"
"Veee! T-the kitty s-scratched me, Ludwiiiig! K-Kiss it better, per favore?"
"Buona notte, Ludwig! Can I have a "good-night" kiss~?"
The German couldn't help but let out a sigh, his arms lazily around Feliciano's waist as the two lay in bed after a long day. He closed his eyes, breathing in the Italian's sweet scent as he mused to himself. "There really isn't anything that you won't ask a kiss for, is there "
"Hm? What do you mean, Ludwig~?" The man wiggled in his arms, breath tickling against the blond's neck.
Ludwig just shook his head; it wouldn't do much good to try to reason with his slightly-airheaded lover. "Nothing, never mind. A "good-night" kiss, then?" His lips brushed against the other's forehead, bringing forth a river of bubbly giggles from the Italian.
"Per favore, per favore! And that one do
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That was the amount of time that it took Italy to realize what had been bothering his friend.
Three days. Three days after that Buon San Valentino.
The first day had been spent in panic, of course. Germany being nice was okay and alland he was being really nice! Playing soccer with him, bringing him flowers, giving him hugs, inviting him out to dinner and everything it was really nice, and Italy was happy to be spending time with him!
but it wasn't like Germany at all!
At first Italy thought that maybe Germany had just eaten something funny but as the days went on and the behavior continued, he couldn't help but become wary. There must have been something wrong with Germany for him to act like this, right? A cold the flu? It wasn't like him at all!
Wariness only turned to distress when the German arrived at the restaurant they had arranged to meet.
It didn't start out well. Even when the German walked into the restaurant, he had already start
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"I will not."
"Ve come on, say 'aaaah'!"
Ludwig scowled at the spoon being offered to himthat is, scowled as much as his stuffy nose and sore throat would allow him. He really did appreciate the Italian trying to help him out but he had not fallen as far as to let someone feed him. He was a grown man, and he would feed himself.
"But I'm just trying to help! So Germany should say 'aaaah~' for me!"
"I-I will not!" The blush on his checks was all from the fever, or at least that's what he told himself. The German pulled the blankets up to his nose, looking away from the brunet. He knew he was being childish, but he he still had his pride. "I-I I will feed myself, thank you for the offer, but I'm fine."
Feliciano's pout rivaled Ludwig's scowl; he dropped the spoon back into the soup bowl, shaking the German's shoulder ever so lightly. Ludwig could be so stubborn! "Come on, come on! You need to eat something, Ludwig, or you won't get better!"
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The hand over the German's face was placed in vain; nothing could hide the deep blush that spread all the way from his cheeks to his ears, as much as Germany wished to sink into the shadows and just be free of this embarrassment. "We we are not discussing this, Feliciano."
"Why not?" His head lifted slightly from the German's chest, the ever-present smile gracing his lips. Italy reached up to tug at the blond's wrists, bringing his hands away from his face with an amused giggle. Germany could be so silly, sometimes! "It's something nice to talk about!"
Germany gave no resistance to the Italian's grip, fighting back a sigh as he met the other's eyes. It was too much to expect a quiet night with Italy; they had not been laying in bed five minutes before that musical voice had piped up, dancing from topic to topic in a sudden burst of energy that was certainly not there when Germany had carried him from the couch to the bedroom, already half asleep. He had hoped that may
Two-Step -- GerItaThe sound was soothing; the soft pitter-patter of raindrops bouncing off the leafy canopy surrounded them as the two walked through the garden. The dreary gray of the sky only intensified the colors of the flowers around themthe striking scarlet of roses; bright pinks, whites, and oranges of lilies; and the deep blue of irises all stood stark against the clouds, brightening their path in lieu of the sun.Two-Step -- GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was becoming more often than not that the cheerful Italian could convince him to leave his stuffy office to spend time together. Germany didn't mind the little distractions, despite how much he would initially protest; time with Italy had an almost therapeutic effect on him. Life would become an amazing event through the eyes of the bubbly brunet; no matter if it was the pasta he ate for lunch every day or finding a bird's nest in his window sill, everything was recounted with wide gestures and a bright smile, managing to add a small bit of cheer to any day.
And it was at the
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The man stared at the brunet next to him as if he had just uttered a declaration of World War III.
"Hold your hand?"
"Mmhmm! Just until we get home, please~?" Big brown eye stared up at him expectantly, a surge of fidgets seemingly overtaking the Italian. "Please, please, please, please, Germany?"
The pair stood outside one of the nicest Italian restaurants that could be found in Berlin (chosen on the Italian's request--he really could never get enough pasta), the sun setting on their Valentine's Day. Which, the German noted with a bit of relief, had been much more successful than the last Valentine's Day they had spent together; a day he had been desperately trying to forget for a year. The dinner had been blessedly uneventful, and even quite enjoyable. Once he got over the embarrassed paranoia that everyone's eyes had to be glued on the couple (really, he would have to admit that two men eating dinner alone on Valenti
Sleep, Baby, Sleep- GerxItaOver the years, Germany had grown used to the Italian crawling into bed with him. It had almost become normal, although he thought so grudgingly, to wake up in the middle of the night after he had made sure all the doors and windows were securely locked and bolted just to find the brunette naked and clinging to his back. Eventually, Germany came to accept it as a natural phenomena you just could not control.Sleep, Baby, Sleep- GerxIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
However, waking up to a naked, shivering, and WET Italian clinging to him for dear life was certainly new.
III Germany struggled to gain control over his tongue, feeling the telltale blush creeping across his cheeks. Italy! WWhat in the hell are you doing here?" He felt the need to whisper, even though it was his own house. "And wwhy are you soaked?
The only answer he received was a sudden clap of thunder and the man clinging even tighter to him, shivering more violently than before.
Oh. Germany finally made the
When I was just a little boyTitle: When I was a little boyWhen I was just a little boy in Short Stories More Like This
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Ivan Braginski x Wang Yao (RussiaxChina)
Rating: No rating
Warnings: Mentions of rape and violence
Summary: The moment Ivan meet Yao, he knew he was the one for him. A young Ivan meets Yao and declares him the love of his life.
When I was a little boy
"When I was a little boy, just a tiny little nation, I was cast away from my home and family, to obey to my duties of a nation. I was so small and so spoiled by my older sister Katyusha, and we all lived to happy with our simple life, the three of us, but soon the dream was over and my lands were taken by the nation of Mongolia. I was so clueless of what was happening, I just knew I was scared and I didn't want to go, the weather was cold, colder than usually, and the snow just kept on falling. When I was taken inside the big tent, by my boss, I saw an angel in the snow, its vests were so long, floating gently in the air, and its hair was beautiful
Our secret - APHTitle: Our secretOur secret - APH in Fan Fiction More Like This
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Ivan Braginski x Wang Yao (RussiaxChina)
Warnings: Drinking? BL
Notes: Inspired in the many Roleplays I had with a dear friend of mine.
Summary: "In the beginning there were small smiles and shy touches, none of us thought it would be love, nations don't love, I thought, but this feelings, this was different. " Yao gets drunk during a Communist party; Ivan has to resist Yao's desires.
"Just one more!" The Asian nation whined at the taller one, pouting in the direction of his now empty glass of vodka. Yao usually never drank, but since he was in Ivan's house, he thought it wouldn't be polite to deny the offer of liquor that the other made to him. It really only started with one glass of vodka, a small glass, but his little frame was never able to contain any kind of alcohol, soon he started blushing, and letting himself free, soon he would be complaining about how his younger brother was a douche and how he
There for meTitle: There for meThere for me in Fan Fiction More Like This
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Ivan Braginski x Wang Yao (RussiaxChina)
Rating: No rating
Warnings: No warnings
Notes: Music inspiration in the music: There for me, by Josh Groban and Sarah Brightman
Summary: While teaching the soviet ways to Yao, Ivan is surprised by a revelation of his true feelings.
There for me
It was another day at soviet's house, and once again another inspirational class of the red book had given to the Asian man a bigger vision of a brighter future as a communist nation. Everything was so perfect when Ivan, all of his words were heavenly and all of his ideas were bright actually Yao was even starting to have a bit of an attraction for Ivan, specially considering that the Russian had revealed his feelings for him, and still everyday, he would smother Yao with gifts, affection and all of the things he thought he lost together with all of his siblings.
His siblings, actually they were the cause of his sadness
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
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
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
Spamano: A NameWith the birth of their first daughter came the agonizing choice: What to name her?Spamano: A Name in General Fiction More Like This
Antonio made lists and lists of beautiful Spanish names for Lovino to choose from, but he rejected them all. None fit her exactly right. They needed something that was magnificent enough to portray their daughter, but not so flowery that it made her sound like something served on a platter.
It wasn't until after she was born when Antonio and Lovino agreed on a name that they deemed perfect: Feliciana.
Feliciano, her god-father, said he had never been more flattered.
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: 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
PruAus: The Timpani RollRoderich was in his happy place.PruAus: The Timpani Roll in General Fiction More Like This
For him, there was truly no better place than standing on the podium and guiding that little baton with his fingertips. There was no better feeling than knowing that some fifty people were before him, adhering to his every command and executing them with perfection. Nothing made him feel more magical than the sound of an entire orchestra, perfectly together, perfectly in tune, perfectly following his rhythm. It made him absolutely euphoric.
The only thing that would make it better would be to have an audience. But in a week he'd have one; for now he settled for rehearsal.
His orchestra was just reaching the climax of their piece. So far it'd gone flawlessly; the part that the celli normally played out of tune had actually flowed perfectly, and the brass section was at just the right volume. It was a hard song that he'd been working with them on for weeks. Roderich was very pleased.
They'd reached the most exciting point, where the instruments got
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
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
Dennor: ForgottenLukas is losing his mind.Dennor: Forgotten in General Fiction More Like This
It isn't something he admits to anyone. He hardly admits it to himself. I know if he had his way I wouldn't know either, but you can't spend that much time with someone and not notice something like that. And besides, someone needs understand him.
It's mostly the hallucinations.
They aren't like normal ones, that happen along with real life. Instead, Lukas's consciousness freezes in time. And in a single moment, hours pass in his mind, in which anything can happen. He tells me they're indistinguishable from real life.
The clocks stop, he says. But I hardly pay attention to the clocks.
It's terrifying, when he comes back from one of the visions, and suddenly he recollects things I've done that I have no way of explaining. One night we were lying together, and it was nice and quiet, the way he likes it. And then without warning he screamed, and shoved me off of him, and yelled at me to stay away. To keep my hands off of him.
It took me two hours to convince him
You Feeling Cold, Yao? Rochu Cuddle SceneYou Feeling Cold, Yao? Rochu Cuddle Scene in Short Stories More Like This
(For the sound effects! :3)
The time were ten past midnight, with a sense of coolness as the start of a blizzard began outdoors. The pair were sitting together on a brown couch in front of the fireplace, its flames rising and crackling softly. Coals glowed amber and ashes sputtered into the small bricked area. Ivan wore a kind expression as he looks over towards the older nation, grinning to him with a protective arm holding him close. The other were red in the cheeks, not quite used to the affection, for it were only a week ever since they've been together.
"This is my first blizzard not being alone~" he beams, his forehead touching the top of Yao's head. China blinks a little, nodding. "..it's so loud out there aru. No wonder we up so late, we could probably not sleep aru.." he replies, shyly leaning into the other. Ivan happily allows this, keeping an arm snugly wrapped around him. "You know, if you don't want to wait to go upstair
You Are My Sunshine- Rochu Cuddle SceneYou Are My Sunshine- Rochu Cuddle Scene in Romance More Like This
Specks of vibrant, white stars spotted the sky and peeked out to the Chinese city. Bugs of many sung out into the air and barely a voice could be heard throughout the streets at such an hour. Many asleep, many inside getting work done, and many getting a look at the midnight news networks. However, some couples were fighting the frigid autumn air together. And it just so happens that a certain Russian man quite used to the chilly weather dropped by to visit his lover of China, and of course, keep him warm.
Thimble fingers pull through laces of brown locks, the bigger man toying with the other's hair innocently with closed eyes. His chin rests comfortably above his head, a smile drawn on his paler face. "Mm~" he hums happily, pulling back an inch or two to press lips to China's forehead. This results in a faint blush given off by the other, along with a mumble of a foreign word or two.
"Hm~?" he coos. "I couldn't hear that~" the Russian smiles.
"Aiyaa.." he hears faintly given out by th
RoChu fanfic- WarmAUTHORS NOTE: WARNING. THIS IS YAOI. DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE.RoChu fanfic- Warm in Romance More Like This
Lol of course this is historically inaccurate. Haha, just me wanting to submit something that I wrote, because you guys haven't seen my author side, which sucks by the way. Oh yeah, wanted to try some more romance, but light and happy kind. Not the, er..... dirty kind. You know what I mean.
Also, author notes during the story will be in bold. c:
ANYWAY, enjoy this little fanfic that took me 5 minutes to make featuring Russia and China [RoChu]. Lol enjoy!
Ivan Braginsky sat outside under the looming shadow of his house in the winter gloom. The sun was hidden behind the gray clouds, barely a even silhouette of the sun could be seen through the overcast weather. The only thing of interest was the little footprints etched in the snow, the path Russiacat had taken to perch on Ivan's lap. Ivan stroked the feline's warm brown fur while its rusty purr vibrated through his fingers. Warmth. This is what it must be l
GerIta/ItaGer Fanfic- The Helmet, Part 3AUTHORS NOTE: WARNING- THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS YAOI. DON'T LIKE IT? DON'T READ IT.GerIta/ItaGer Fanfic- The Helmet, Part 3 in Romance More Like This
Ahhh yay, part 3 to my series The Helmet c: by far this is my favorite ;u;
YES, this is historically inaccurate.
NO, I do not want critiques. I don't take them very well ^J^'
Myahh, sorry for my suckish writing and all, I'm still practicing and it's the middle of summer vacation xD Practice makes perfect, da?
The Helmet- Part 3
Germany sat alone at the dinner table at his house, a plate of wurst sitting in front of him, a bottle of beer to the left of the dish. This was the first night since the end of World War 2 where he had eaten alone. Italy was usually sitting on the opposite end of the table, slurping on a pasta noodle while Germany pestered for him to shut up and 'eat like a normal man'.
But now he was alone, the only thing in the room being the sausage and beer before him. How he missed his cute little Italy.
As Germany took a swig of beer, he recalled the days after he ha
GerIta/ItaGer Fanfic- The Helmet, Part 2AUTHORS NOTE: WARNING: CONTENT CONTAINS YAOI. DON'T LIKE IT? DON'T READ IT.GerIta/ItaGer Fanfic- The Helmet, Part 2 in Romance More Like This
ALSO: MINOR CUSSING. VERY MINOR.
Alright, this is the sequel to the other GerIta I wrote c:
If I get good reviews on this one I'm gonna make chapters instead of parts and rename it, cause I don't like the name as of now xD
Anyway, please let me know if you want more by commenting and favoring ^J^ Thanks!
No critiques please.
Helmet- Part 2
Germany sighed as he strolled down the sad and burned ruins of the battlefield. It was sad to see all the dead bodies, scattered and unclaimed, lying on the ground, nothing to do but burn in the hot summer sun.
Sure, the Axis did win the battle, but they suffered more casualties than the Allies. The Allies ended up with a 'moral victory', basically a victory in which you don't necessarily win the battle, but you still succeed in some way else.
"Sergeant! Wie viel unfälle?" [Sergeant! How many casualties?] Germany huffed.
GerIta/ItaGer Fanfic- The Helmet, Part 1AUTHORS NOTE: WARNING: CONTENT CONTAINS YAOI. DON'T LIKE IT? DON'T READ IT.GerIta/ItaGer Fanfic- The Helmet, Part 1 in Romance More Like This
ALSO: MINOR CUSSING. VERY MINOR.
I give credit to Jeenflower for helping me out with this. Love you Sam!
I've never written an ItalyxGermany fanfic before, actually I've never written about either of them at all! *le gasp*
WELL THERES A FIRST FOR EVERYONE.
Also, I'm REALLY bad with army terms so PLEASE help me out with that ;-;
This is of course historically inaccurate, however this does take place during WW2. This battle is fake.
ALSO, being that I used translators online [except for google translate], if you are fluent in any of the languages mentioned here [other than English, of course] please tell me if the order of the words or if the words are correct, please. It really helps me out and I appreciate it a lot c: Gracias!
Hopefully I don't make them too OOC [Out Of Character]. Anyway, all authors notes throughout the story will be written in bold writing, like this. Enjoy! c: