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.
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
50 Things I cannot Do To....... AMERICA1. I must not tell America that his Big Macs are to small50 Things I cannot Do To....... AMERICA in Short Stories More Like This
2. He would see this as a challenge to create bigger burgers.
3. And then we would all wind up with heart problems.
4. I mustn't point out that, geographically speaking, Canada is on top of America.
5. This is childish, immature and not funny.
6. Besides, America would be on top of Canada- right?
7. I mustn't imply that USUK is a good idea.
8. Its not it's awkward and pedophilic.
9. It's pedophilic because England used to look after America as a child.
10. He used to feed him and clothe him and bathe him...
11. Wait... bathe him?
12. Sinful thoughts...
13. I mustn't take America to other countrys to ask permission to whale in them.
14. He would only start making friends with whales
15. I mustn't tell America his plane designs look stupid.
16. Even if they do
17. He would just completely ignore my point of view
18. He doesn't care about anyone's opinion but his own
19. I mustn't tell America superheroes don't exist.
20. He would
50 Things I Cannot Do To....... CHINA1. I mustn't tell him his anime characters aren't original50 Things I Cannot Do To....... CHINA in Short Stories More Like This
2. I mustn't draw facial features on shinatty-chan
3. I mustn't let Russia become one with him
4. Although it is tempting...
5. I mustn't help China build China-town in the conference room
6. I mustn't make fun of the way China says "aru" at the end of every sentence
7. I mustn't tell China that he looks like a girl
8. There is nothing wrong with looking like a girl
9. It makes him look adorable
10. But he might get offended
11. And hit me with his wok
12. I mustn't yell "I choose you China!" whenever I see him
13. I mustn't record him saying "aiyaa!"
14. I mustn't then put the recording on a loop
15. It sounds really dodgy when the recorded message says "aiyaa" multiple times
16. It sounds like he and Russia are up to something...
17. I mustn't attempt to re-stlye China's hair
18. Even if I could make him look even cuter than he already is
19. I mustn't dress up as a panda and stalk China
20. Even though Russia gets away with
50 Things I Cannot Do To....... JAPAN1. I mustn't hug Japan50 Things I Cannot Do To....... JAPAN in Short Stories More Like This
2. Because he is over-protective over his body
3. Unlike France
4. I also mustn't hug Japan because that would mean I am taking his first hug
5. He has never hugged anyone before
6. That means he hasn't been loved
7. I could love him...
8. But I'm not allowed to
9. Because he is over-protected over his body
10. Unless you're China
11. But I'm not China
12. I'm not allowed to put Japan on a salt-free diet
13. I'm not allowed to take away his sardines
14. Or eat snails in front of him
15. Because he would freak
16. I mustn't explain to him the "free body culture"
17. He would freak
18. I mustn't wear skimpy clothing near him
19. He would freak
20. But I can show him yaoi/yuri/hentai
21. Because he likes that
23. I mustn't tell him what Switzerland is really like
24. Because it doesn't involve goats
25. Or singing
26. Or mountains
27. Or traditional costumes
28. And he would be disappointed.
29. I mustn't paint his Mount Fuji red
30. I mustn't complain that his larg
50 Things I Cannot Do To....... RUSSIA1. I mustn't ask to become one with him50 Things I Cannot Do To....... RUSSIA in Short Stories More Like This
2. Despite the fact that I really want to become one with him...
3. But Belarus would literally kill me
4. I mustn't marry Russia with Belarus
5. I mustn't nick Russia's vodka
6. I mustn't teach Russia about parachutes
7. Because he believes in the uplifting power of vodka
8. And the fact that snow will break his fall
9. So he will jump out of an plane with no parachute
10. I must not force Russia to take off his scarf
11. I must not try on Russia's panda suit
12. I must not tell him the Baltics are terrified of him
13. I must not tell him everyones scared of him
14. I must not let Belarus into his house
15. Even if the outcome would be entertaining
16. For me and Belarus at least
17. I must not defile sunflowers in front of Russia
18. He would kill me
19. I must not whisper "kolkolkol" whenever Russia walks into a room
20. He would kill me.
21. I mustn't ask Russia if I can borrow his faucet pipe
22. I mustn't talk about Russia's sist
50 Things I Cannot Do To....... PRUSSIA1. I mustn't fry Gilibird50 Things I Cannot Do To....... PRUSSIA in Short Stories More Like This
2. Even though he would probably have been tasty
4. I mustn't show Prussia any Germancest yaoi pictures
5. Even though he would appreciate them more than Germany would
6. I mustn't constantly talk about the fact that Hungary is female around Prussia
7. I mustn't get Prussia drunk
8. I mustn't get drunk with Prussia
9. I mustn't keep reminding Prussia that technically he isn't a country anymore
10. I mustn't read Prussia's awesome diary
11. I mustn't read Prussia's awesome blog
12. I mustn't purposely look for Prussia's Teutonic knights outfit
13. After I have finished not looking for said outfit I mustn't force Prussia to put it on
14. I mustn't ask to join the badtouch trio, therefore masking it a foursome
15. I mustn't ask why it is called the badtouch trio
16. I mustn't help Prussia beat up Austria
17. I mustn't then help Hungary beat up Prussia
18. Even though vital regions may be involved
19. I mustn't invade Prussia's vital regions
20. I mustn't beg Prus
50 Things I Cannot Do To....... ENGLAND1. I cannot tweak his eyebrows.50 Things I Cannot Do To....... ENGLAND in Short Stories More Like This
2. Even if they need to be tweaked.
3. But, sadly, not by me.
4. Probably by America.
5. England fancies America.
6. I'm not allowed to mention this to anyone.
7. Even if it is really obvious.
8. And even if it would be really fun to see France's reaction.
9. Because France doesn't know despite the fact that it is really obvious.
10. I must not stray off topic.
11. England and Germany wouldn't like it.
12. I mustn't tell England his cooking is terrible.
13. Even if it is.
14. I mustn't tell him his cooking is wonderful.
15. Even if it isn't.
16. I mustn't sample his cooking to test either of these theories.
17. I mustn't sample his cooking not to test these theories.
18. I mustn't sample his cooking at all.
19. I would probably die.
20. I mustn't die so I can see England as a cook in hell.
21. Or as a policeman in heaven.
22. Even if that means he would have handcuffs.
23. and you can do a lot of fun things with handcuffs.
24. In hell, Germany has handcu
Love pentatetracontagon A HetaliaXTeacher!ReaderLove pentatetracontagon HetaliaXTeacher!ReaderLove pentatetracontagon A HetaliaXTeacher!Reader in General Fiction More Like This
"Beep. Beep. Beep."
Your alarm clock incessantly trilled in a tinny voice, announcing that your time of sleep was officially over. You rolled over, murmuring indistinctly and reached out one hand to hit the sleep button. Instead of doing this, you managed to knock your alarm clock to the floor with a crash that jolted you awake. Through sleep encrusted eyes, you stumbled out of bed and drew open your curtains.Golden sunlight filtered into the room, the sky was aqua-marine with a few wispy clouds drifting lazily past. With a yawn ; you sighed in content and picked up your alarm clock. Your early morning peace was shattered however, when you noticed the time - 8:30
"Holy fudge!" You exclaimed, grabbing a swig of water and dashing out of your room. It was the first day at the new teaching job you had managed to get and it wouldn't do to be late. After taking a hurried shower, you picked a simple outfit that was your own unique style, and had
The Quill Conspiracy PART TWO ReaderXHetalia...." You stuttered, stalling so you could come up with a reasonable explanation. England folded his arms and frowned like a stern parent, making you feel about six. "What were you doing yourself?" you spat out, folding your arms and mimicking England.The Quill Conspiracy PART TWO ReaderXHetalia in General Fiction More Like This
England's thick eyebrows knitted together even further. "Answer my question and I'll answer yours."
"I was eavesdropping." You answered immediately. "Snooping. Spying. Sticking my nose into other people's business. Whatever you want to call it. Now you answer my question." You smiled sweetly, knowing you had the Englishman cornered.
Evidently he knew it too. Shoulders slumped in defeat, he answered carefully. "I... I was doing sorcery, as you probably gathered. Because you disturbed it in your bumbling ways, it wont work." Silently, he gathered up his book of spells whilst you spluttered in indignation.
" Now if you excuse me" He pushed past you "I would rather like to get home, if it's all the same to you." He said coldly. Y
The Quill Conspiracy PART ONE ReaderXHetaliaThe sound of heavy boots ramming the mud soaked ground. The sting of light rain on fresh wounds. The feel of salty tears running down your face as you ran. Ran for your life. Ran for the sake of the world. Your heart beat so fast you could hear it pounding in your ears. Your breath came out in ragged gasps, each pant threatening to be your last. But you had to keep going. Your legs ached like hell but you had to keep running, had to concentrate on the mind-numbing rhythm of your strides. You lost your footing in the slick mud and tumbled forward, your legs giving way. You kneeled there, covered in blood and unmentionable muck, bruised all over and fighting the urge to be sick.You weren't sure if you could ever get up again. But you had to get up, had to keep running. A gunshot cracked to the left of you, followed by a sickening gurgled scream- quickly silenced. You didn't know if that had been an enemy or comrade, the misty rain made it too hard to see. You kept running, but slower nowThe Quill Conspiracy PART ONE ReaderXHetalia in General Fiction More Like This
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.Secret Santa in General Fiction More Like This
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
Not So Lonely After AllPairing: Ivan x Yao from APHNot So Lonely After All in General Fiction More Like This
Summary: Stuck in a snowstorm during the holidays, Yao broods over the fact he's all alone in the world. Ivan, on the other hand, wants to disprove that thought.
The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon; taking with it its' cherished warmth.
Unseeingly, shimmering gold eyes stared out of the cave's entrance. White. For hours and hours on end, snow obscured his vision as it continued to pour down from the sky. Not a hint of another color, not even a single sound penetrated the blizzard's barriers. It was as if the snow had closed him off from the world; as if it wanted to hide him from the war, the bloodshed, the ugliness of it all.
He shivered, pulling the wool blanket tighter around him. So far away from home and unable to see the setting sun, he still knew when night approached. There wasn't a specific reason why he knew. Perhaps it was from experience and old age or perhaps it was the tightening sting of the scar marring his back, but no
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
Kitty CrushPairing: Russia x ChinaKitty Crush in General Fiction More Like This
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
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Pairing: Ivan x Yao from the Hetalia Series. AU
Summary: All's fair in love and war especially so if the one you desire stands on the other side of the battlefield.
Ch 6: Gains and Losses
(Note: This is a few days after "Dream and Little Dream". It's NOT the next morning.)
Morning sunlight flittered into the room and through the sheer curtains of the canopy bed.
The rays were warm on his resting face; the light bright behind his unopened eyes. Slowly, Yao woke from his sleep and was startled to find Ivan holding a strand of his hair between his fingertips.
Immediately, he jerked up to a sitting position; his hair slipping from Ivan's grip.
Wildly his heart raced, adrenaline pumped through his veins, but his face remained impassive, betraying none of this thoughts.
Never. Never had anyone been able to sneak up on him while he slept. The mere presence of someone else in the room was often enough to jolt him awake. The only exception to the rule was Mei. After the death of her m
Economic Boom Part 1 and 2 This is a drabble written purely for fun. Please excuse the lazy/sloppy/bad writingEconomic Boom Part 1 and 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"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.
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.
Confessions...?"Well then, Mr. Wang, with that, I would like to officially welcome you to our academy," The Principal of the Catholic school stood up with his hand outstretched, "I hope you'll enjoy teaching here."Confessions...? in General Fiction More Like This
Getting out of his chair, Yao smiled and shook the hand before him. "Yes. I'm grateful for this opportunity. I won't disappoint you."
"I'm sure you won't. Why don't you get yourself acquainted with the school grounds before you start teaching on Monday? It'll be beneficial to you."
"I will. Thank you for the advice," Yao bowed slightly, excusing himself from the stuffy room.
The moment the door clicked shut behind him, the slender man slumped against the wall, sliding down until he sat on the ground. Relief. What he felt coursing through his body could be nothing less than bone shattering relief. He lifted his hands, laughing at how badly they were shaking. He held his composure during the interview but once he was out of sight, all of his strength left him. This job was his last hope befo
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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
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
100 Ways to Annoy England100 Ways to Annoy England100 Ways to Annoy England in Humor More Like This
1. Insult his tea/cooking.
2. Speak French.
3. Say 'learned' instead of 'learnt'.
4. Tell him that unicorns are just colorful horses with ice cream cones on their head.
5. Touch his eyebrows.
6. Say his eyebrows look like fluffy caterpillars.
7. Call the British football soccer.
8. Randomly scream in his face.
9. Stare at him like he has three eyes until he screams at you.
10. Call him a punk.
11. Call him random nicknames like 'butt-munch'.
12. Insist that he watches 'uni-porn' or unicorns doing porn.
13. Ask if Tinkerbelle is his friend.
14. Ask what drugs he's on to see his fairy friends.
15. Insist that he is a pedophile.
16. Say that France is an example of a perfect gentleman.
17. Tell him Sealand is a country.
18. Repeat his name over and over until he walks away.
19. When he starts talking, keep yelling "WHAT?" until he gets frustrated.
20. Say that the Irish (or the American) have better food.
21. Poke him repeatedly.
22. Brag about how awesome you ar
100 Ways to Annoy Germany100 Ways to Annoy Germany100 Ways to Annoy Germany in Humor More Like This
1. Call him a 'potato eater.'
2. Give Italy a Monster or other energy drink and unleash the power onto Germany.
3. Give excessive hugs.
4. Give him a dirty magazine.
5. Dance around like a ballerina.
6. Ask if he copied off of Belgium's flag for his own.
7. Give him a small sausage and say it's the life size replica of his manhood.
8. Tell him that Germany backwards sounds Jamaican.
9. Harass Italy repeatedly. Most effective with more than one person.
10. Tell him how much you admired the Italian military before he destroyed it.
11. Pee in his beer.
12. Hire a bunch of pretty girls to lap dance on him. When Italy gets upset, have the girls leave Germany to go with Italy and watch the jealousy.
13. Team up with Gilbert and/or the Bad Touch Trio (preferably Bad Touch Trio) and unleash the power.
14. Lock him in a room with Russia.
15. Stare at him for as long as possible. When he asks what your staring about twitch your eye.
16. Poke him repeatedly preferably in
A to Z GerIta Drabbles. AA to Z GerIta Drabbles.A to Z GerIta Drabbles. A in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: Yay! Another new story! I love this pairing. I was debating this, Spamano, PruHun or USUK. I need some suggestions for later chapters so send them in, ok? Thankies!!!
Disclaimer: Hikari does not own or claim to own Hetalia.
Theme: A is for (not apples) amnesia.
Ludwig received a call in the middle of the night. He groaned as he forced his eyes open. He listened to the phone ring a few more times, hoping that maybe it would just stop. Deciding it was an important call he decided he should pick it up. At first he thought it was his boss or his drunk of a brother but instead it turned out to be a stranger's voice.
"Ludwig Bielschmidt?" a woman's voice asked. The womans voice was completely unfamiliar to Ludwig. Ludwig wiped his eyes, trying to wake himself up more. The seriousness of her tone sent shivers down Ludwig's spine.
"Ja. Who is this?" Ludwig asked. He sat up, his bed groaning in protest. The covers slid off his shoulders, the chilly air wreathi
A to Z GerIta Drabbles CA to Z GerIta Drabbles CA to Z GerIta Drabbles C in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: Sorry, this is going to be super short. I usually hate writing short things but with the holidays coming up and some other important shiz, I didn't really have time. I already wrote this on a journal on DA but to those on FF, I'm not sure how often I'll be updating. Some super important stuff is going on and to be plain honest, I'm more in the mood to read than write at this period in time. Writing some of the stories makes me sad and Monsters affects wore off so yeah. You came here to read GerIta, not about some stranger's issues. XD. Haha. They're not even my issues. XD Anyway, this author's note is probably half the story. I was gonna write a special holiday fanfiction but since this one is C, I thought it'd be cool to do Christmas and kill two birds with one stone.
Disclaimer: Hikari does not own or claim to own Hetalia.
Theme: C for Christmas
Feliciano loved Christmas time the most. He loved the warm colors and the jovial music and the comradery
A to Z GerIta Drabbles DA to Z GerIta DrabblesA to Z GerIta Drabbles D in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: I was really interested to do this one! I want to start doing more research on random stuff and this is the kind of things I'm interested in. I should be a doctor! I love blood, only I hate seeing people sad or in pain. Lol. So off track. ^_^
Important for story: This is a bit AU. It takes place during the time when live transplants could only be done if the persons were related or close. This would require pictures of the two together over a span of a few years or marriage certificates. In this story, Ludwig and Feliciano are humans that haven't seen each other for a while. That's all you need to know for now. Hopefully you'll be able to gather everything else if it is written correctly!
Disclaimer: Hikari does not own or claim to own Hetalia. Also, thanks to Dragongirl124680 for betaing this chapter!
Theme: D for Donation (As suggested by EmeraldEyesofThunder on DA)
"You have nothing to worry about." a doctor instructed a blond haired man lying on th
Forgotten Story VersionForgottenForgotten Story Version in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: Based on a poem I wrote. Please check it out and some of my other Hetalia stories/poems in my profile. I really like Prussia. He's so awesome, bro! Haha. Anyway, so please check him out and maybe the song 'cause it's so much like Prussia, dawg!
Disclaimer: Hikari doesn't own or claim to own Hetalia or its characters or the song used below.
Warnings: Blood, mentions of violence and yaoi, AU Iron Curtain, and character death.
A reason, a victim,
A shadow vacant in the sky.
You yearn for what's missing,
Your power hidden in the night.
An angel or demon, (or demon!)
Your Gods you prayed on lonesome nights.
The damage, inflicted,
The pain in us they leave behind.
Never give in,
Never back down,
Never give in!
We're soldiers, instinctive,
We can bring change before we die.
Through tails of the demons,
To feel what lies beneath our eyes.
Never give in,
Never back down,
Never give in,
Never back down,
When your life feels lost,
(Fight against all odds!)
Never give in,
A to Z GerIta Drabbles. BA to Z GerIta Drabbles.A to Z GerIta Drabbles. B in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: Holy cow! I got a whole bunch of responses on this for DA. For those of you were familiar with my writing, I post my stories on fanfiction and DeviantArt. So take a look at my profile on either at some of my other Hetalia stories. Thank you for all the suggestions. I really really wanted to do 'Bruder' but I decided to do something short yet cute.
Disclaimer: Hikari does not own or claim to own Hetalia.
Theme: B is for bees as suggested by dragongirl124680 on DeviantArt (I'm going to try to remember to put who it was suggested by but no promises!)
Ludwig had been hoping to wake up normally for one; normal being alone in bed. Unfortunately for him, Feliciano had somehow snuck into his room and crawled into the vacant spot beside Ludwig.
Ludwig looked down at his caramel headed head with a frown. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he threw the covers off of his legs. He swung his legs over the edge and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
A soft, p
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A/N: Hey guys! Sorry about not posting in a while. Had a 600 point project to do that took me nearly two months to complete. I got really far behind in my writing and I only had chapter 23 prewritten and I like to be three chapters ahead of time so I can make sure there are no gaps. Plus it helps me edit better since I'm my own beta. ^_^ So if it sucks it's my fault. I'm much too impatient for a beta. Wow. That sounded pretty nerdy, eh? Lol.
Sparkling angel I believed
You are my savior in my time of need
Blinded by faith, I couldn't hear
All the whispers, the warnings so clear.
I see the angels, I'll lead them to your door
There's no escape now, no mercy no more
No remorse 'cause I still remember
The smile when you tore me apart.
You took my heart, deceived me right from the start
You showed me dreams, I wished they turn into real
You broke the promise and made me realize
It was all just a lie.
Sparkling angel, I couldn't see
Your dark intentions, your feelings for me
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A/N: LAST CHAPTER!! So excited! I'm so glad you guys liked the story! If there's enough reviews for this chapter I might write a bonus chapter!
Disclaimer: Hikari does not own or claim to own Hetalia.
It always seemed as though traffic was horrible whenever one was in a hurry and there was no traffic when one was not in a hurry. Ludwig honked the horn angrily to a car that wasn't paying attention to the green light. He gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were turning white.
"Ludwig-san, relax. Being tense isn't going to make anything better." Kiku, sitting in the passenger seat, murmured soothingly. His soothing voice only put Ludwig more on edge. He needed to get to Antonio quickly. He didn't want to imagine what might have happened or what could happen to Feliciano if he wasn't quick enough to stop them.
Ludwig honked the horn again, cursing loudly until the car in front of him slowly rolled forward. Ludwig trailed right on the cars bumper, w
GerIta A to Z Drabbles EGerIta A to Z DrabblesGerIta A to Z Drabbles E in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: Sorry this is late. Thanks for all the views and reviews and favorites! I love you guys!! Oh and for the best atmosphere, listen to Black Veil Brides(BVB) or My Chemical Romance. Definetely 'God Bless You' by BVB...or 'New Religion' or 'All Your Hate' or 'Heavens Calling' or 'Beautiful Remains'.
Theme: E is for EMO!!!! (Is EMO pronounced with a long or short "o"?)
Feliciano's POV (Human AU)
This has got to be the worst day of his life. It had started out so wonderfully. He had been invited over to Ludwigs house for what he thought was going to be a date. Instead, he had ended up getting dumped and running home. Of course with his luck, it had started pouring raining half way through.
Feliciano didn't really mind the rain though. It matched his mood and hid his tears. He was soaked to the bone with his skin and hair plastered to his body by the time he burst through the door of his house. Not even bothering to take off his wet shoes, he trekk
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The words were scribbled in very sloppy Chinese on the small tag which was connected to the thin purple ribbon that was holding the flowers together. They were sunflowers, tall and bright, each one picture perfect. China groaned. Once again, whoever left them had neglected to leave their name. It was obviously not someone who could write their Chinese very well, that was for sure.
China closed the door and turned around, his eyes searching around the room for a place to put the flowers. Every day, several times a day, some strange person would leave flowers on his doorstep. It had been going on for the past few weeks. By now, he had flowers of every color, every type, from every place in the world. He'd found tulips, acacia, anthurium, pansies, primrose, azalea, orchids, and so very many roses, among countless others. But more than any other flower, he seemed to find the sunflowers the most often.
China glanced around the entry room again. There were f
Return: GerIta-ChibitaliaxHRE OneshotFrom the moment he opened that tomato box, I knew.Return: GerIta-ChibitaliaxHRE Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
My Holy Rome had come back for me.
At first, I had thought that I was hallucinating againHoly Rome was dead, or at least that's what they had told Mr. Roderich and Miss Elizaveta.
But no, it was my Holy Rome. Even after all these years, I recognized him.
The only drawback was that Holy Rome had forgotten me.
Holy Rome went by a different name now'Ludwig.' His sky blue eyes, once childishly round, had sparkled with affection every time he looked at me. Now, they were a colder shade of blue, and looked at me with unfamiliarity. Holy Rome had used to blush a light shade of pink whenever he saw me, but that too had been lost.
Holy Rome's hair had darkened slightly, but it was still styled similarly the day that I had last seen him. I could still remember with precise accuracy the details of that day The words we had exchanged I've loved you since the 900s The brush that I had given him
Erased: A Depressing DenNor OneshotIt wasn't the best job in the world, but Lukas had to admit that the pay was nice.Erased: A Depressing DenNor Oneshot in Drama More Like This
He was a hired assassin.
Lukas made the perfect killer. When he killed, he slayed in cold blood, never looking back, never leaving a trace, and never missing his mark. He rarely showed or felt emotion, and his facial expression was ninety-nine percent of the time etched into a mask of casual nonchalance. Lukas's eyes were unfathomable crystals of amethyst purple ice; eyes that never gave away what he was thinking.
Until he met Matthias.
Matthias was Lukas's oppositeMatthias's electric blue eyes burned with a dancing blaze, and his face was always vivid with lively emotion. His hair stuck up everywhere, as if he had experienced an electrocution, contrary to Lukas's neat, straight tresses, save for the curl that jutted out to the right of his head. Matthias was never calm, never quiet; he always just had to be doing something.
He was the only person Lukas could feel emotion
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Ah. Your first world meetingfinally, a chance to introduce yourself to the countries, and make your first impression with a 'bang.' Appearance was everything, after all. You had to seem powerful, or else the other countries would walk all over you for the rest of your existence.
You had been busy making allies. America? Check. China? Check. In fact, you could check just about every country present at the meeting. But there was one last world power, and he would be the hardest to speak to of all.
He seemed so lonely and forlorn. Hardly anyone dared to approach him. Everyone whispered of his cruelty and instability. The Baltics lived in constant fear of him. Other countries kept their distance. Not trying to be biased, you had planned to converse with him during today's world meeting, to see what he was really like, despite everyone's protests.
"Are you crazy?!" Alfred kept asking frantical
Hate: SuFin OneshotBerwald hates me.Hate: SuFin Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
Why else would he glower at me peevishly every time we make eye contact?
Why else would he only reply in grunts and unintelligible mumbles whenever I talk to him?
But sometimes, Berwald will show sporadic acts of kindness, and those capricious deeds will have me wishing with every fiber of my being that I could tell him, right then and there, that I love him.
I recall the night we ran away from Matthias together, and how he had covered me with his blanket until he was sure that I was warm.
I flashback to the day where he had arbitrarily called me his 'wife,' even though I'm sure that he had only been joking. I had blushed SOOOO badly
Then I remember looking up into his face after all of those special moments, and how he would always be cantankerously scowling down at my figure, which is tiny, compared to his towering height.
Yep, he hates me, doesn't he?
I sigh morosely. Berwald, if only you knew
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When you woke up, sometime late at night, Ivan was there, sitting on the bed, watching you, the moon shining down on your face. You still clutched the sunflower in your hand.
"You're back " you mumbled, guiltily happy. "And Feli Ludwig ?"
"They're not in the house anymore. The police was still unable to identify the murderer. The only thing they know for a fact is that it was the same person's doing."
"I That was It was just so ho-horrible, and at my place, too... There There won't be anymore murders, I hope "
Ivan stared at you, a hint of darkness in those bewitching eyes. "Lovino and Antonio are gone."
You stared, dumbfounded. "ReReally?" you said in a small voice.
"Yes." The darkness in his eyes grew more profound. "There will not be any more murders, I think. After tonight, at least."
"How How do you know?" An unexplainable fear started to grip your body, but nothing was going to happen; this was
Lies: Spamano OneshotLovino Vargas watched Antonio's sulky figure trudging steadily away from his house. He slammed the front door. Hard. Dammit. Why couldn't he ever be honest? Why did it always end with him insulting Antonio? Antonio had gotten really hurt this time, too.Lies: Spamano Oneshot in Romance More Like This
He threw himself onto the couch, and then got up off of it, remembering the countless of times that he and Antonio had sat on it together. In fact, everything in the house reminded him of Antonio.
Lovino picked up the phone (inwardly cringing, remembering the many times that he had called Antonio on it, usually to yell at him), and called his stupid younger brother, in hopes that his childishness and wimpy rambling would make him feel better, or make him explode with even more rage. Either way, it'd get his mind off of Antonio.
"Pronto?" Feliciano Vargas answered.
"Hey, stupid little brother"
"Veh~! Oh, it's you, big brother! Listen; I'll call you back later, I'v
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Quadruple-checking that no one was around him, Lovino buried his head into his arms, and allowed himself a few tears. Dammit, it was true, wasn't it? No one liked him, let alone Antonio. That stupid bastardo. Actually, Lovino himself was also an idiot; he had let himself believe that perhaps Antonio cared; perhaps he had a shot at love He knew better, now. He would lock away his heart from now on; there was no need for love, or Antonio. The stupid bastardo could go with his equally idiotic friends, and Lovino wouldn't give a
Great. Wonderful. He was even hearing voices now.
Why won't my brain shut up?!
A shiver ran down Lovino's spine. He didn't think that he could imagine the feel of Antonio lifting his chin up.
The chains that Lovino had imagined binding his heart instantaneously lacerated as he stared into A
Tomorrow: SpamanoNOTE: For all you fluff fans out there, there is an alternative fluff ending part 2 (link is in the description). However, this works as a oneshot as well, in my opinion...Tomorrow: Spamano in General Fiction More Like This
Today is going to be the day. I will definitely tell him today, for sure. No more excuses. No more putting it off.
This was Lovino Vargas's resolution as he grabbed his backpack, and walked out of his house to school.
Lovino was in love with that bastardo, that Antonio. He loved his beautiful, tan face, his twinkling green eyes, and his luscious chocolate hair. Hell, he loved everything about Antonio.
He could never fathom if Antonio liked him back or not. Sometimes, he and Antonio would stay up late into the night, talking about something or the other through the use of instant messaging. At other times, Antonio seemed to find Lovino negligible, a shadow in the dark.
Lovino hated to show weakness, but he could never stand it whenever Antonio ignored him. Part of his
Concertmistress: AustriaxReaderNOTE: If you're not an orch dork (or band geek, or maybe even choir person) , or you don't get orch dork (or band geek/choir person @_@) terminology, you may have some trouble understanding all of the story xDConcertmistress: AustriaxReader in Romance More Like This
Fidgeting in your seat, you picked up your violin bow, mentally running through the song again. You fingered the hard ebony fingerboard on your violin, your nervousness making disgusting sweat mark imprints on the shiny surface. This was the big day. The playing test. The day to prove that you could move up from your current seat as first violin, fifth chair. You had locked yourself in your room to practice for hours everyday on the song you were to be tested on. You had carefully listened to the four players in front of you during rehearsal, analyzing and evaluating their playing. The second through fourth chairs you were sure you could beat. There was just one worryRoderich.
Roderich was the musical genius exchange student from Austria, the country of Mozart and ot
The Hanging Tree: RusAme OneshotIvan tugged at his scarf, and rubbed his palms together. He blew warm breath into his cupped hands in an attempt to prevent them from turning blue. It was cold, one of the coldest days in the history of Soviet Russia, but he could stand it. He could stand anything for Alfred.The Hanging Tree: RusAme Oneshot in Drama More Like This
It was almost midnight. The moon shone on the tree under which Ivan was waiting, creating an eerie pattern of shadowed branches, their twigs curled into misshapen claws, on Ivan's face. Where was he? Ivan shoved his hands in his pockets, anxiously waiting.
His fingers brushed against the two coils of coarse rope he had prepared earlier.
The minutes ticked by at an antagonistically slow pace. Still no sign of Alfred.
Panic rose in Ivan's heart, gnawing at his insides like a feral animal. His breath came out in puffy white clouds. It was past midnight. He had promised. He had. Didn't he know what would happen if he didn't come?
A dark figure, clad in snug-looking furs, was slowly shuffling towards him. The left side
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The world meetings were always boring and not nearly awesome enough for him to even care, yet he still insisted in going along. Prussia sighed when he arrived home from the latest meeting, tired and slightly annoyed. Of course, the ex-nation didn't have to go to these meetings but he went anyway so he could annoy the other countries.
Germany had decided to leave with Italy that afternoon so Prussia had the house to himself. He hung his jacket up on the hanger by the door and walked straight into the kitchen and grabbed himself a cold beer from the fridge. Savouring the taste, he smiled to himself and allowed himself to relax as he took another swig then walked into the living room. This cold beer and a few hours on the X-Box should be enough to make him feel relaxed, right?
However, he was not expecting to find another person sitting on the couch.
Wearing next to nothing, might I add.
Prussia spat out his beer in shock and his crimso
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.Crack Fairytales - The Wurst Prince in Romance More Like This
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
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France was confident; there was no doubt about that.
He sauntered into the meeting room, searching for the man he wished to speak to. His blue eyes travelled over the many nations already seated along the table. He smirked lightly to himself as he took his seat next to China.
In the room, the nations were talking amongst themselves and France had to hold back a chuckle- sometimes these people could be so... strange. He noticed his friend, Spain, trying to invade Romano's space and he noticed that Russia was scaring Latvia with that innocent, childish smile of his- the smaller nation was trembling from head to toe.
France looked to his left, spotting the happy-go-lucky nation of Italy, talking enthusiastically to Germany. The taller, blond nation looked stoic as usual and didn't look as though he really cared what Italy was saying to him... well, he probably did care, but he wasn't showing it. Many of the other nations hadn't noticed but France r
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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.
GrandmanoAntonio stared. Like, actually stared to the point where his eyes were so wide they might just fall out of his head.Grandmano in Romance More Like This
He knew this was a great idea, but damn he didn't know Lovino would look this good.
"Hey, bastard! What are you looking at?" Lovino grumbled, irritated by the fact that the Spaniard just stood there staring, not saying a word. Antonio couldn't take his eyes off him... or rather he couldn't take his eyes off his legs. Goddamn, those legs looked good in that nightdress. And the glasses suited him too. Antonio knew the Italian would look good in anything, even that grandmother bonnet he sported.
He knew that Little Red Riding Hood was a good theme for this year's Halloween!
Lovino looked good.
Lovino looked absolutely fucking adorable.
...Lovino was pointing a shot gun at him.
"Don't fucking stare, asshole!"
"But you look so cute!" Antonio cooed, ignoring the fact that there was a gun pointed at his face as he approached the Italian with a big grin. Lovino ste
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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
Crabs!?Pairing: PrussiaxAustriaCrabs!? in Humor More Like This
Warnings: Crack and STD's
What was the best way to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon? Roderich couldn't think of anything better than sitting at his piano and playing some music. He had some time to himself, seeing as Gilbert was still asleep. He let the tiniest of smiles grace his lips as he placed his fingertips upon the keys of his most prized possession. He didn't need the music book; he knew the notes by heart now, having played this piece over a hundred times.
The doors to his piano room burst open, slamming against the walls and startling the Austrian. He whipped around with a scowl and returned the angry glare the white haired male at the doors was giving him
Angry glare? From Gilbert? Roderich's scowl softened into an expression of confusion and he studied his partner. Yes, Gilbert definitely looked angry. Shocked too, but mostly angry.
"Gilbert?" Roderich asked, standing up from his place at the piano, "What's the matter?"
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"You are an absolute moron..." he said between their kisses. A smirk and a shrug was all he received in return before his partner leaned in once again and closed the gap between them.
"You love it. I know you do..."
"Only you would think th-this..."
The blond went ignored as the other male began to suck and nip at the soft spot of his neck. England tightened his grip around the Frenchman's neck and closed his eyes. He would never admit it, but it really did feel so good. He couldn't explain it... and why he had been denying this for years, he would never know...
He felt Francis smile against his neck as he worked on the large hickey he was creating; leaving his mark, showing the world that the irritated English nation before him belonged to him and him alone. Proving to that idiot American that the Englishman before him was not available.
"Ah... Francis..." England said lowly, tilting his head to allow the Frenchman better access. His eyes
Come Home, SpagnaHe hated it when he left. Of course, he would never show it. That was something Lovino would never do. Antonio would announce he would be leaving for a while and all Lovino would do was huff and shrug.Come Home, Spagna in General Fiction More Like This
He'd say he didn't care. He'd say that he wouldn't miss the Spanish nation if he was ever asked if he would. He said that he would be perfectly fine alone during that time. He said that he could cope without him.
And he was... for a day or two at least. Lovino loved the freedom of doing whatever he wanted whenever he was alone. There was no Spain to boss him around. There was no Spain to tell him what he could and could not do, to tell him where he could and could not go. No Spain to tell him he shouldn't eat too many tomatoes or he will be sick, no Spain to tell him when he should go to bed. No Spain to tell him to do his chores. No Spain to tell him to stop being lazy and help out once in a while.
This freedom was something that Lovino enjoyed for a while... but soon the small nation f
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Green eyes glared at the mirror before him; thick eyebrows furrowed deep into a scowl and thin lips turned downwards in displeasure. Arthur Kirkland hated this time of year. He hated it with a passion but hating it did nothing to relieve him of his duties. He still had to do it whether he liked it or not...
He sighed to himself and adjusted the rather short toga he sported and tightened his grip on the star wand he held in his right hand. He muttered a spell under his breath and the wand transformed into a bow, and on his back the quiver held a fair amount of arrows with heart-shaped heads. Grumbling to himself, Arthur...or Cupid, since you may have guessed where this story is headed, left his bedroom in a huff, startling the fairies that fluttered around the residence.
"Is it that time of year again?" one fairy asked, fluttering towards the sour looking nation. Arthur nodded gruffly and tightened his grip on the bow. The fairy giggled to herself and
Romeo and Cinderella - RoChuStory Title : You be Romeo and I'll be CinderellaRomeo and Cinderella - RoChu in Short Stories More Like This
Ivan (Russia) x Yao (China)
Rated T to be safe
This story is based off of the Vocaloid song Romeo and Cinderella, to be more exact, the PV for Rin and Len's version. It's more based off of the pictures than the lyrics xD
How did this happen? Yao curled up in a ball crying his eyes out into a pillow. Yao's stronger than that, but maybe this could be an exception. It's not every day the love of your life is tossed out like a torn up old doll that could no longer be used. It wasn't Yao's fault, at least. Or maybe it was; Yao shouldn't have fallen in love with someone who his family wouldn't agree with. How did it start? School sometime, and to be more exact, the day he met the new kid, Ivan Braginski.
School was already 3 weeks in when Ivan had come to school there with the rest of the idiots who already attended. Yao hadn't noticed him at first, maybe it was because of the fact the whole school had been talking about how this n
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Rated T M. I'll say T though. There is Character death, but it doesn't go into detail about the deaths.
Semi-Russia x China, but if you know the song its basically just envious
China/ Wang Yao POV.
Based off of Luka Megurine's The Tailor Shop on Enbizaka
Sewing, knitting, crafting, cutting; That's my daily life, and I am proud of my work. My name is Wang Yao, and I am a Tailor, and own a little Tailor shop on the corner of Enbizaka. I love my work, and anyone who purchases my items enjoys my work as well. But I always have to put on a mask, hide my true self from everyone else. I am very sad on the inside; my true love never comes to see me.
His name is Ivan. Ivan Braginski to be more specific. I've loved him since he came to my tailor shop and requested a special kimono for his mother. His eyes were a dark shade of Violet, his hair a mix between Blonde and silver, his smiles bright and warm. He was very polite and sweet, how could so