Erased: A Depressing DenNor OneshotIt wasn't the best job in the world, but Lukas had to admit that the pay was nice.
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
Isolated: Snapped!Iceland OneshotIn my house, there is a large, framed picture of the five of us.Isolated: Snapped!Iceland Oneshot in Horror More Like This
Actually, there are many photos of us five. Six, if you want to count that half-sized little twit.
Even in photos, it's noticeable.
Maybe that's what instigated my decision. The pictures. I don't know. To borrow an overused phrase, I don't know anything anymore.
I think it was just too much. This feeling just built up and accumulated over time.
Take, for example, last week.
"Berwald. Tino. Hi," I had greeted, stepping into their house.
"Peter!! Don't- no, STOP!" yelped Tino, rushing past me to tend to his 'son.'
"Busy, huh, Berwald?" I remarked, but that had gone unheard as well.
"L'sten t' y'r m'm, P'ter," he had grumbled amusingly, quietly doting over his nitwit of a son from a distance.
Ok, I get that when your kid's trying to set the curtains on fire, it might be one of the few acceptable times to ignore your houseguest. But afterwards as well?
I felt about as welcome in their home as a cockroa
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
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
Lonely: IcelandxReaderLonely.Lonely: IcelandxReader in Drama More Like This
It's a word that Emil has known for all his life.
He lives it everyday.
Sure, he was part of the five fabulous Nordics. But he was the isolated islander, the extra. The one that was always left out. The other Nordics had each otherBerwald and Tino were always a pair, and even his brother, Lukas, routinely abandoned him for Matthias.
All he got was the talking puffin.
Therefore, it was in complete understanding that he wasn't looking forward to meeting ______________, a new Nordic micro-nation. After all, it was inevitable that she'd discard him like his fellow Nordics did.
"C'mon, Emil!!" came a voice from outside his front door. "Hurry up!! Let's go meet her!!"
Sighing dejectedly, Emil had no choice but to open the door, and follow Matthias, Tino, and Berwald to Lukas's house, where she'd be staying for the time being.
"LUUUUKAAAASSSS~!!!!" sang Matthias, "WE'RE HEEEEREEEE!!!!!"
The foursome were treated to the sight of Lukas rolling his eyes, as he opened
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
Request: Gunshot: Mafia ItalyxReaderFive months on a business trip equaled five months of pure agony and torture of waiting for you. But Feliciano was finally coming back today.Request: Gunshot: Mafia ItalyxReader in Drama More Like This
You closed your eyes and replayed last night's phone conversation in your head.
"FELI! I miss you so much "
"Veh~ I miss you too, mio amore (1)."
"How's the business going?"
"Mmm. Good," he responded evasively.
"Still not allowed to tell me what you do?" you asked.
"Mi dispiace, (2) love. That's classified information."
"Can't even tell your own girlfriend? You better not be seeing someone else over there, Feli," you teased.
"Veh~?! Of course not!! I would never!" he exclaimed. "I'm sorry!! I honestly can't tell you anything about my workreally!! Orders from the
boss You understand, sì? (3)"
You sighed in defeat. "Ya, I guess," you mumbled dully as the familiar feeling of bitterness whipped your heart. Yeah, you understood. Didn't mean you had to like it, though.
"Anyways," you digressed, trying to seep as m
Hallucinations: USUK OneshotArthur woke up gasping for breath, swimming in his bedsheets and a pool of his own sweat.Hallucinations: USUK Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
It took him a moment to ensure that he wasn't still trapped in his mind.
The hallucinations were always so real. They were vivid and pertained to all of Arthur's five senses. The flames that licked away at the layers of his skin, the sharp fingernails that raked across his body, drawing blood; the white-hot knives sinking their razor-sharp teeth into his arms, intent on lacerating him, and the short stretch of rough rope, handled by unseen hands, pressed against his windpipe, slowly causing him to turn blue with asphyxiation...
Arthur shuddered again, trying to suppress the memory, but the more he tried to forget, the more those thoughts stubbornly surfaced to his mind. He lifted a trembling hand towards his throat, and was shocked to feel the ragged imprint of the rope, where it had dug into his skin.
He squeezed his eyes shut, gulped, and forced his hand away from his throat. It was alway
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
Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 1WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE HORROR AND ARE LOOKING FOR FLUFF AND FLUFFINESS ONLY.Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 1 in Horror More Like This
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
Just Another Finnish Christmas -- a DenNor fanficClamor and gaiety filled the house of Tino Väinämöinen as traditional holiday glögg was poured and presents were exchanged. The annual gathering assembled so many people in one place, that the house--lively as it normally was--was busier and louder than ever. December twenty-fifth was Tino's favorite day of the year and he loved sharing it with every single country in the world. Sure there were many that did not show up for one reason or another but it was always a fun event that he thought made everyone seem just a little bit more forgiving, more joyful by the start of the new year.Just Another Finnish Christmas -- a DenNor fanfic in Romance More Like This
"Hey, Finland, great party, yo!" America yelled through a mouthful of the stollen that Germany brought.
"Don't speak with your mouth full, you pig!" England yelled, already tipsy, from across the room.
Tino was in the center, literally, of the din, laughing as the two went back and forth. Sweden helped him with everyone's needs--more wine, more food, where was the bathroom again?--but i
APH - Catastrophe"Noooorge!" The boisterous blond yelled as he threw open the door of the Norwegian's house with little finesse. Kicking off his boots into a pile near the door, he hurried into the kitchen, seeking out his friend. "There you are! And Issy too!" He shouted excitedly at the Nordic brothers.APH - Catastrophe in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Are you alright, Ísland?" The cold-eyed blond asked his brother, to which Iceland responded with a nod. Denmark flailed one of his arms, trying to get their attention again.
"Hej! Norge! Island! Look at what I found! It's a-"
"Achoo!" Iceland interrupted, sneezing again. Denmark made a face of concern and confusion. "Seriously, Ice, you okay?" The island nation nodded silently again and waved off Norway's hands of concern.
"If you say so Anyway, look! Isn't she cute?" The Dane exclaimed, proudly exhibiting the silvery-grey bundle from his arms. "It's a kitten! Her name is- Ooof!"
His face was met with a sopping wet dishcloth.
"Hej! What was that for?" He pouted. "That was gross,"
APH: When Scary Puffins AttackAPH: When Scary Puffins Attack in Fan Fiction More Like This
The (Not-So) Scary Misadventure of Denmark and Iceland, or When Scary Puffins Attack
Summary: Denmark is babysitting a young Iceland while Norway is away. Shenanigans and tomfoolery occur and the two nations bond over the silliest of things.
Pairings: hints of DenNor
Dedicated to my lovely KG, who is my Iceland! ILU Issy ^_^
Denmark sighed and looked away. Moments later, he turned to look at the small, white-haired child once more. It was always like this with Iceland! Such a disconcerting stare
"Hej, Ísland," Denmark began.
Silence was his reply.
"Hej! Hallooooo!" The Dance waved a hand in front of the child's face, trying to prompt a reaction out of him.
The blond harrumphed in annoyance. He hadn't known that taking care of this kid would be so frustrating! Then again He'd been so excited that Norge had asked him in the first place that he hadn't really considered anything else.
Copenhagen Syndrome"Once upon a time, in a castle in the far north, there lived a"Copenhagen Syndrome in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Why do fairy tales always start with 'Once Upon a Time?'?"
"Because tales always happen once upon a time. Now listen.
"There lived a handsome prince. He had everything his heart desired, yet he was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. One stormy night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered a single rose in return for shelter for the night."
"Was she really ugly?"
"Do you want to hear the story or not?"
"Then get quiet and listen. Now, when the prince saw the woman's haggard appearance, he turned her away into the cold. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances. When he refused her once more, she could see that there was no kindness in his heart. She transformed into a beautiful enchantress. The prince begged for forgiveness, but it was too late. She transformed the prince into a hideous Beast and placed a powerful spell upon the entire castle.
"The rose she had offered was an enchanted r
Quick DenNor Drabble"Hej, Norge, I think I have a heart problem," Denmark said as he slung an arm over his best friend's shoulders.Quick DenNor Drabble in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Why do you say that, idiot?" Norway asked in response, not bothering to stop his reading in order to look up at the other.
"Because," Denmark grinned from ear to ear. "It starts beating like crazy whenever I'm around you."
Norway glanced up at the Dane and blood tinted his cheeks red from embarrassment. He punched Denmark in the arm with a soft grumble of "Annoying".
APH Copenhagen Syndrome - Ch.2As the forest became darker the more they delved into it, Nils became more anxious by the minute. He tried focusing on the clatter of Björk's hooves against the rugged dirt road.APH Copenhagen Syndrome - Ch.2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What do you think, Björk?" He asked the stout white pony. "Did we take a wrong turn somewhere?"
His only answer, naturally, was a nervous whinny from the animal. They slowed as they came up to a fork in the road and the teen held up his lantern, but the signpost in the middle of the fork was so old that it was unreadable even in broad daylight. The boy grimaced in annoyance and looked at his two options. One side was cheerfully bright, sunbeams filtering through the trees so that Nils could see the dust motes and small creatures floating and fluttering through the air. This track, however, was rugged and winding. He could see that the trail led downhill. The other branch of road, on the contrary, was dark, ominously dark, the trees overgrown, but the road itself was flat, unusedprobably in fav
DenmarkxNorway- FairyTale Norway walked down the soil path, through the oak trees. He observed the treeless mountaintops, the lake, the low-grounding plants and tiny wildflowers. He took in the air and smiled to himself. He loved these moments, being alone and relaxed. He walked across the rocky surfaces until he reached the lake. He set the basket of food down and held the book tight in his hand. He closed his eyes and held onto his hat with his free hand as a breeze rolled in. He took a deep breath as he felt the cold breeze on his skin. He opened his eyes again and sighed in relief. After a whole week, stuck in a meeting room with the other Nordics; he needed his time alone. He couldn't deal another minute, without Denmark and Sweden always fighting about the past, or Finland screaming whenever Sweden said the word, 'Wife'. Or how Iceland will never call him big brother. He shook his head, already getting a migraine just from thinking about them.DenmarkxNorway- FairyTale in Short Stories More Like This
He rubbed his temples, and tried
Summer Holiday - DenmarkxNorway'Summer here is quite beautiful' I thought to myself. I held a firm grip on my suitcases as I walked down the path of Copenhagen, Denmark's capital. Denmark has been asking me for such a long time to visit for the Summer Holiday. When I said yes, he immediately got me on the first plane to get here. But the idiot forgot to pick me up once my plane arrived. I waited an hour so I decided to walk there. I didn't mind the walk; I got to see the city. It was gorgeous; it's been so long since I been here. After the bad history between the Nordics, nothing was the same. When we were all Vikings, we were so close. But now were separate. I sighed and shook my head. I took my map out of the city and tried to follow the path to Denmark's house. Since he didn't give me the direction to his house, all I knew was his address.Summer Holiday - DenmarkxNorway in Short Stories More Like This
I continued to follow the path and I found myself at a board walk. I felt the cold ocean breeze on my skin and I peacefully smiled to myself, watching the boa
DenmarkxNorway - Through Lust... (Chapter Three)The next day Norway found himself alone on the couch with the sheets over his body. Last night Denmark had struck again on the Norwegian, he let out a sigh and sat up, brushing his hair back; he took a deep breath and got up on his feet once he heard his phone ring. He saw his phone on the kitchen counter and walked towards it, seeing Finland had called twice. He recalled and Finland picked up with excitement in his voice, he asked if the two could hang out for the day and have fun. All the Nordics this week were in Norway's country for a meeting, and today was their day off so Finland decided to have fun and explore, with of course Norway showing him around.DenmarkxNorway - Through Lust... (Chapter Three) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Norway! We could go out for lunch! And we can go all over the town and check out things!" Norway chuckled and let the Finnish boy to go on, Norway was happy when he hung out with Finland, he could relax and talk to Finland. The two promised to meet each other at a diner for breakfast and hung up on each other so they could get dr
If The Right One Came Along (DenNor)"I've got this friend "If The Right One Came Along (DenNor) in Romance More Like This
Lukas looks up from his drink. Never before in this bar has a tablemate actually tried to start a conversation with him, and he likes it that way. He's in no mood for talking. But the man doesn't stop.
"Do you now."
The blonde across the table grins at him. "He's a handsome devil. But he's lonely as hell."
"He acts cool for his friends, and he does his best to make sure everyone around him is happy. Really though, he's just a romantic sap who wants someone to fall in love with."
"But I think, if that person came along, he'd make them happier than they've ever been. He's just not sure how to find that person."
Lukas studies him for a moment. Ever though his eyes contain the trace of a smile, he is completely serious. And is he really drunk, or does the man's hair seem to defy all the laws of physics? Maybe both. His thoughts aren't coming out correctly.
"I've got a friend too," Lukas says, smiling bitterly at the glass in his hand. "He thought
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
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: Forgotten Part 2It's sunny, the day it happens. Chilly, yes - it always is where we live. But the sunlight is refracting off the ice, brightening our bedroom.DenNor: Forgotten Part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
Lukas is on the left side of our bed, with his back to me. His hair is splayed out slightly on his pillow
"Lukas," I say quietly. He's not a morning person, so I've long since learned that I need to be careful when waking him. But instead of telling me to please shut up, he doesn't react.
I cautiously reach out a hand to shake him awake. But when my fingers brush him, I recoil.
His skin is cold to the touch.
"Lukas?" I say again, alarmed. Again he doesn't respond, and for the first time I notice he's scarcely breathing.
Too shaken to touch him again, I untangle myself from our covers and walk over to his side of the bed.
He's lying there with his eyes open, unblinking and unfocused. They're staring blankly at the wall, and when I kneel in front of him, they give no sign of having seen me.
"Lukas?" I ask one more time, reaching out and
DenNor: Forgotten Part 4To the common person, Lukas seems unreadable. It's understandable. I had the same misconception when I was just getting to know him, as a little kid.DenNor: Forgotten Part 4 in General Fiction More Like This
But when you know him long enough, like I have, his emotions get a lot easier to comprehend. The tilt of his head shows his amusement, the knitting of his eyebrows tells you how pissed he is, and a few wrinkles around his eyes betrays the fact that internally, he's beaming. And I have always prided myself in being not only one of the few people who can read him so well, but also one of the few people who can inspire so much emotion in him.
But, when I walk into his hospital room, he is literally expressionless, as if someone has wiped his face clean.
He hasn't looked at me like that in years. I mean, at the very least I expect a look of mild irritation - I'm used to that. But when he looks at me, there's nothing in his eyes. At first I ignore it, and I throw myself at him, but even then his eyes only narrow in slight annoyance. Not even a
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
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: 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
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
::DenNor:: Forever yoursIt started during the union. Denmark started becoming more and more obsessive over Norway. In the beginning it didn't seem all that strange; the world was shifting as always and hard on weak. Norway of course noticed the change in other's behaviour, but only saw it as will to survive and stay strong, so he didn't mind too much. Besides they had always been close, them two and Sweden too. But during the union Sweden started to move away from both Norway and Denmark. To Denmark it was a lot harder than to the other one, but no one, even to this day, knows how Sweden felt during that time.::DenNor:: Forever yours in Drama More Like This
Yes, Denmark became more and more obsessive. At times it started to bring out Denmark's dangerous side up. The side that had slept for years since the viking days passed. Denmark's temper started to erupt easier and easier, especially towards Sweden, the man who was slowly drifting towards the path of abandoning the other two Scandinavians. Even before these times, Denmark had clearly shown his will to
DenNor - themeparksIt was safe to say that Mathias loved themeparks. Crowds filled with smiling people, cheesy suveniors and thrill rides that make a grown man like himself scream like a little girl. It was perfection.DenNor - themeparks in Romance More Like This
Because of his love for themeparks, he decided to take Lukas to Dyrehavsbakken (more liked dragged him to), which is a popular amusement park in Denmark.
Out of everything in the entire park, Mathias's favourite thing to do was those games where you win some kind of stuffed animal, particularly the water gun one (you know, the one where you squirt water onto some kind of button to make the little marker reach the top). Reason being was because since he was infact a country he knew how to aim a gun. Any type of gun, even though he prefers to use a battle axe if the situation ever called for it.
"Hej Norge, look!" Mathias said, pointing towards where the water gun game was set up. "Let's go!"
Before Lukas could respond, he was being pulled along by a very excited Mathias who was eager to win
Push the Envelope ch. 5Weddings. When you hear the word a lot of things come to mind. Stress. Extravagant venues decked out with glisteing white fabric and soft rose petals. And cake. All those things aside, what really matters is those two people choosing to spend the rest of their lives together.Push the Envelope ch. 5 in Romance More Like This
Iceland glanced nervously at Hong kong, who shared a smiliar knowing expression with him. This was it. They were standing at the very front of the narrow aisle, underneath a small archway decorated in flowers. Instead of delicate butterflies fluttering in his stomach, Iceland thought of it more like a thousand moths having a rave party. When he looked at Hong kong, who was undoubtedly going through the same thing, the partying moths almost completley dissapeared.
"You nervous?" Hong kong asked, taking his lovers hand and squeezing gently.
"Not so much anymore... What about you?" He said, squeezing back and trying to read Hong kong's face. If Hong kong was nervous, he sure was hiding it well. His lips
Push the envelope ch. 6The way Hong Kong looked at it, one of two things could be on the other side of that door. One of which could be a furious China, followed by the rest of his family. What would he say to them? How would he explain their situation? China would not be impressed, then again, he rarely is, Hong kong could clearly picture in his mind China's dissaproving expression; his mouth set in a firm line and his brow furrowed. He knew that face all to well. South Korea and Thailand will see it as an excuse to party, turning the whole thing into a elaborate celebration of craziness, which wasn't always a bad thing. Taiwan wouldn't be happy that she wasn't invited to the ceremony, her sisterly side kicking in, even though it wasn't much of one. She hated to miss things like that. Hong kong could still remember how excited she had been when he told her about her and Iceland.Push the envelope ch. 6 in Romance More Like This
Or... Norway and the rest of Iceland's Nordic family could be there... Including Sealand because he just randomly shows up from ti
Prucan - Forever and a DayGilbert layed in a pool of his own blood. He could feel the familiar warmness surrounding his curled up bony fingers. He could smell it's heavy presence, like death, and the copper taste of it was in his mouth. He thought about how he ended up here, everything that went wrong. Most of it was a painful, hazy memory, with glimpses of blood, destruction and fear. Fear that he had never felt before. Half of it was directed to him and the other was caused by him. Finally, he had escaped from evil's very own clutches, whose blood thirsty being had help Gilbert captive, and had been forcing himself through an endless snow covered terrain. It made him mentally unstable. He wasn't sure which part of the journey was real and which were just a poor attempt at reality that his mind tried to create. At one point he crossed water, but he wasn't sure if he really did or not. There was whole pockets of time that were missing from his memory. He wasn't sure how many hours had passed. A day?Prucan - Forever and a Day in Settings More Like This
you know whoArthur was enjoying a nice walk in the park. It was a beautiful day, which was rare.you know who in Sketches More Like This
He made his way up to his favourite chair by the duck pond. He always came here whever the weather was nice to feed the ducks. He stopped dead in his tracks- someone was already sitting there. Arthur was about to turn around and go somewhere else when he recognized the brown bomber jacket that the person was wearing. It had the number '50' printed on the back.
"Alfred? What are you doing here?" Arthur said from behind.
He walked around to stand infront of Alfred. Alfred had a horrified expression on his face as he stared of into space.
"Hello? Earth to Alfred? Oi, don't ignore me you wanker!" Arthur was waving his hands infront of Alfreds face. Usually when Arther called him a wanker, he would respond. But still, nothing. Arthur was getting worried.
"A-Alfred? Are you okay? What the bloody hell has gotten into you!"
Arthur put his hands on Alfred shoulders and shook him lightly. This managed
Push the Envelope ch3What happens when you and your boyfriend ditch your families, an important world meeting and flee off to Las Vagas in search of having a good time? You never know!Push the Envelope ch3 in Drama More Like This
Everything had gone exactly to plan, for a change. Iceland and Hong kong had managed to escape the wild gathering of mostly drunk nations, also known as 'an excuse to get laid'. Oops, I meen World Meeting.
"I still can't believe we're actually doing this!" Iceland exclaimed as he was being pulled along by Hong kong towards the exit of the building which held the meeting. Seriously, even the 'Big Chinese Meeting' that China held every now and then was more calmer than this World Meeting, and that's really saying somthing.
"We are and we won't regret it, I promise."
The two of them stepped outside into the cool winter air of Calirfornia, still hand-in-hand. "Where to now?" Iceland asked, turning to face Hong kong. He was excited for their little adventure and had butterflys in his tummy, just like the first time he ever met
Iceland x Fridge: forbidden loveIceland x Fridge: forbidden love in Romance More Like This
Iceland was alone in his home. There was a breeze coming in through the open window in his kitchen, sending shivers down his spine and causing his brown jacket to flutter in the breeze, like a delicate plastic bag caught in an updraft.
aw shit it's getting poetic up in here.
Iceland walked towards the kitchen, enjoying the sound of his lace up boots against his wooden floors. The sound echoed through the whole house, reminding him of the emptiness. He pushed the thought away.
He stood at the window, looking out at his Icelandic
manscapelandscape, full of mountains and valleys and lots of....other big things. He pulled the window shut with a defining thud. The house was quite, except for a familiar humming noise. Iceland whirled around, and that's when he saw it.
His heart was pounding in his chest and a blush graced his pale cheeks. The ones on his face, not his glorious butt cheeks.
Their eyes met, and it felt as if the fridge was looking into the depths
Push the Envelope ch4Had he heard correctly? Did Hong kong just ask him to marry him? A million conflicting thoughts swirled through Iceland's head. Of course he wanted to say yes. Of course he wanted to. He had been dreaming of this day for a long time but never imagined it like this. What about their families? Shouldn't they ought to know? Wouldn't they need rings? Suits? Music? Marriges were common among nations, even though they were considered more of a 'union', so it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Except, they usually didn't happen in a chapel in Las Vegas.Push the Envelope ch4 in Romance More Like This
Hong kong could almost see the gears turning in Iceland's head, not even trying to hide the shocked look that graced his features. He stood silent for a moment, waiting for Iceland to reply. Or breathe.
Hong kong started to get a little worried. What if it was to sudden? What if he wasn't ready? What if he like dumps me right here for asking something so stupid? What if he doesn't want to do this? Crap... what have I done. He
Push The Envelope ch. 8"Why didn't you tell me?"Push The Envelope ch. 8 in Romance More Like This
Disappointment ran thick through China's words, as he stood in the door way of the chapel, talking directly to Hong Kong. He spoke softly but with a stern edge, just like a parent would to a child who did something they knew they shouldn't of. China's delicate features were turned into a small frown, his chocolate-brown eyes casting a hollow look right into Hong Kong's own big, dark brown orbs. That look of utter disappointment was worse than he could imagine. As a child, he was always trying to get China's approval and attention, but had learned a long time ago that he didn't need it; he didn't have to prove anything to anyone. Even as the years went past, it still hurt Hong Kong to see his elder, his 'big brother' look down on him in such a way. As if he was a disobedient child in need of stern discipline.
China didn't even seem mad. He looked slightly disappointed tired and for the first time in over a hundred years, he looked old. Not the type of old
The Story of Norway's Floating CurlThe Nordics sat in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Denmark was having his "pre-pre-dinner beer", while Finland was cooking some traditional Finnish whitefish on toast, followed by some laskiaispulla for dessert. Norway was attempting to get to the stove, but was held back by Sweden. The last time Norway cooked, well... shudder. Iceland sat at the head of the table, staring calmly at his brothers.The Story of Norway's Floating Curl in General Fiction More Like This
As Iceland watched his brother struggling against Sweden's death grip, he noticed Norway's curl bobbing up and down, floating by his ear. A question came to mind after watching it for a moment.
"...Hey Bror?" Iceland began.
Norway ceased his struggle to get to the stove and turned his head to face Iceland.
"Why isn't your curl connected to your head like everyone else's?"
Iceland could have sworn he saw Norway's body tense up, but even he couldn't really tell. Norway exhaled a small sigh of annoyance before heading over to where Iceland was. He took the seat next to his bro
ColourLovino hated the rain. He could start explaining why in a fancy poetic fashion but the truth was that he hated it simply because it was wet and cold and every time he walked to his apartment, some fucker would always drive through a large puddle and end up soaking him.Colour in Romance More Like This
"God fucking damn it," Lovino cursed. He knew he had to venture outside but he really didn't want to.
Lovino looked over at his room mate, Antonio, and scowled, "It's fucking raining."
"I like the rain! It makes the tomatoes grow!" Antonio beamed. Lovino rolled his eyes, knowing that the Spaniard would say something like that. The nickname 'tomato bastard' wasn't given without a reason, you know.
"You'll fucking turn into a tomato if you continue eating so many," Lovino stated and got himself comfortable on the couch. Antonio beamed, "So will you!"
"I don't like tomatoes," Lovino said as he picked up his tomato-decorated coffee mug. Antonio merely nodded, "Sure you don't."
Lovino merely huffed
SiestaAntonio liked naps, especially after lunch.Siesta in Romance More Like This
Lovino also liked naps. However, he wasn't too keen to take one with the tomato bastard he called a lover. Here he was at Antonio's house for the first time in weeks and this was one of the rare opportunities that the two nations got to see each other; their bosses had kept them so busy lately that they found it hard to even speak to each other let alone see each other. With all the crap that had been happening lately, Lovino actually welcomed the break. He welcomed the little holiday with open arms and even if was only for a weekend, it was better than nothing.
Antonio smiled lightly, lying comfortably in the bed. He gestured to the smaller male before him and pulled on his wrist lightly, tugging him onto the bed beside him. Lovino scowled, having landed in an awkward position beside the Spaniard and huffed, "I don't approve of this."
"Aww, why not? I just want to take a nap with you that's all!" Antonio said, adjusting his position slightly
Call Me Maybe?Pairing: SpamanoCall Me Maybe? in Humor More Like This
The shift at the pizza restaurant was going too slow for Lovino's liking. He sighed and glanced at the time; not even an hour had passed yet and he just couldn't wait for his shift to end so he could get home.
It was boring; the place wasn't even busy and he had nothing to do. It was a Friday night and he didn't understand where everyone was. Then again, in his opinion, this place wasn't the best place in the world. He, personally, would never bring a girl here on a date. It was just he shuddered a little at the thought.
He heard voices outside the restaurant and he glanced up to see who had dared approach this dire location. Three males stood outside the building; one with wavy blond hair, one with an egotistical smirk and red eyes and the last male was tanned with green eyes. Lovino just rolled his eyes; probably friends coming home from a drunken night out and wanting pizza after wards. Great.
He heard arguing outside. The red-eyed male was declaring someth
Just FriendsHe was sixteen when he first met him.Just Friends in General Fiction More Like This
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.
001. VoicesArthur was confused.001. Voices in General Fiction More Like This
He lay strapped to the bed and he stared at the ceiling. Long ago had he stopped struggling; he knew he wasn't going to be heard. He stared at the white ceiling, then at the white walls, then at the white floor. His expression remained emotionless and his eyes remained wide open.
For two days he had refused to sleep.
Because whenever he closed his eyes, he was greeted with flashes of red and heat. Arthur was confused because they said it was okay. He didn't want to listen but when he held the can of petrol and the matches in his hand, they convinced him.
"Do it, Arthur... you know it is the right thing to do..." they had whispered in his ear. He shook his head, both to disagree and to try and rid himself of the voice. The voice remained and whispered again, "Do it... do it... do it..."
So... he did. He burnt down the home of which he grew up in. He killed the people who had raised him and he killed the brothers in which he shared his childhood wi
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
Blessed With A Curse- Ch1Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch1 in Romance More Like This
"Ve, Lovi! Why do we have to walk so fast?" Feliciano whined as he tried to catch up with his brother. Lovi... or Lovino, as he preferred to be called, huffed from a few paces away from his whining younger twin and replied haughtily, "Because it's dark, cold and I'm hungry damnit! Now hurry the fuck up! I'm not waiting for you again!"
The other Italian brother hurried to catch up and he fell in step with Lovino. He nervously looked at the other male and despite his bad mood, he struck up conversation, "Ve, Lovi! Don't you think it was nice that we got let off work early tonight? That means I get to talk to Ludwig longer"
"Why do you still talk to that bastard?" Lovino asked with a scowl. He really didn't like his brother's new boyfriend Ludwig. He hated him from day one... the moment he heard that ridiculous German accent, the Italian decided he loathed him. He absol
Just One Date- Ch2 :end:Pairing: SpamanoJust One Date- Ch2 :end: in Romance More Like This
Lovino rolled his eyes at his brother's excitement. The younger Italian was practically bouncing in his seat, his amber eyes set firmly on the large clock in the living room. It was as though he was willing time to go faster.
"Feliciano, seriously. It's only 6:30! Fuck " Lovino huffed and crossed his arms. As he remembered the conversation he and that insufferable Spaniard had earlier that day, a small blush spread upon his cheeks and he averted his eyes to the ground and kept them firmly away from his brother, who had by now looked away from the clock and was smiling in the other Italian's direction.
"I know, fratello! But I'm just so excited for you!" Feliciano beamed and jumped up from his position on the other side of the room and joined his brother on the couch. He smiled brightly and continued, "Don't look so grumpy, you'll have a lot of fun!"
"Honestly, you will!" Feliciano insisted and jumped up from his seat once again. With one last glance
30 Minutes In HeavenPairing: Spamano30 Minutes In Heaven in Romance More Like This
The meeting was not even half way through yet and Lovino wanted to die in a hole. Why, you might ask? Well, there's that insane Danish nation seated on his right- yes, the one who keeps stroking that insanely large axe of his and winking at a very mortified-looking Norwegian seated across the long table. Then on his left was the small trembling nation that lived near Russia... Latvia, was it? Then opposite him was that perverted French bastard that made strange kissy-faces at everyone and anyone he could, the potato bastard who happened to be in his field of vision and next to him was the tomato bastard.
The tomato bastard: otherwise known as Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, or Spain. But to Lovino, the tomato bastard was a fine enough name for him.
There he was, sitting there smiling at him at every opportunity he got. Before the meeting started the Southern Italian had worked hard to avoid the persistent Spaniard. He hid under tables and behind anyone who was standing
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?"
The Joker Queen: Chapter 2The light flooded in between her open curtains the next morning as soon as the sun rose on her side of the palace. She jumped out of bed as soon as the light reached her eyelids and dressed in an equestrian outfit: tight brown pants and brown riding boots, a white blouse, and a black blazer. She stuck a green hat down over her hair, and tucked her signature flowers into a small saddlebag instead of putting them in her hair in order to maintain her cover.The Joker Queen: Chapter 2 in Romance More Like This
She proceeded out the doors of her chambers and down the back flight of stairs out onto the dewy green grass that surrounded the palace stables. Many army officers, including the minister of defense, were waiting for her at the stables. They bowed politely to her as she approached, and she smiled and nodded in acknowledgement.
"Good morning, gentlemen," she greeted as she entered the stables to find her favorite riding horse, a strong black mare named Piroska. She petted the mare's muzzle affectionately before putting on the brown leat
Whiskey and Mistletoe: Part IThe bar is nearly empty, but that is to be expected tonight. It's Christmas Eve, and people should be spending time with their families, acting out their holiday traditions, drinking hot chocolate by the fireplace. But he's sitting alone at the bar, a glass of whiskey in one hand, his cheek resting in the other as he stares at the amber liquid. The bartender is wiping the bar, even though the albino has been the only one in the bar for the past two hours and he's already cleaned up.Whiskey and Mistletoe: Part I in Romance More Like This
He sighs and swirls the liquid in the glass. The bell on the door signals a new arrival, but he doesn't look up to see who it is. The bartender does, and nods to the woman as she walks in the door, the snow blowing in gently around her feet. She asks the bartender for a whiskey on the rocks and takes her seat next to the silver-haired male.
"Yo, Elizaveta," he says, taking his eyes from the glass to meet her green eyes with his red ones. Complimentary colors, he thinks to himself. Christmas
TomorrowShe was sitting at the table sipping her coffee when hands slipped over her eyes.Tomorrow in Romance More Like This
Someone who is about to get a frying pan lodged in their skull.
Aw, Lizzie, I'm too awesome for you to hit me! I even brought you flowers!
The hands were removed from her eyes and a dozen brightly colored tulips were set on the table in front of her.
Happy Day of the Independent Hungary, mein liebe.
She smiles and touches the soft petals. He leans down expectantly and she presses a soft kiss against his lips.
Thank you, Gilbert.
He flashes a bright smile and pecks her on the cheek before he moves across the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee. He sits down at the small table across from her and sips his coffee as the warm breeze floats in through the open windows.
How was your trip to Berlin?
Awesome! It was great to see Luddy. But it's nice to be home.
He cracks a smile. Never in a million years would he have thought he'd be living under the same roof as her by her consent, much less actua
ViennaThe station was busy with workers and passengers waiting near the tracks. Amongst the people was a couple, a tall man with unusual silver hair and a smaller brunette in a high-class green dress, a small suitcase held in her left hand. They were walking in silence, close enough to make it appear they were together but far enough away to dissuade anyone from assuming romantic inclinations. Their eyes never met as they walked toward the platform over which a posted sign read "Vienna."Vienna in Romance More Like This
The woman stopped on the platform and asked a worker when the train would arrive.
"Should be five minutes, miss," the worker responded. She thanked him and turned to her companion.
"Just five minutes, huh?" the man said, rubbing his neck awkwardly. "That's not so awesome. Lizzie are you -?"
"Yes, Gilbert," she replied testily. "We've been over this."
Gilbert glowered. "I was just making sure you thought were making the right choice running off to the aristocrat, Elizaveta."
"I'm a grown-up, Gilbert. I k
YesterdayHe was sitting on her doorstep when she came home.Yesterday in Romance More Like This
He looked up, his eyes tired and baggy, his smile weak. Hello, he greets.
What are you doing here? She asks, making her way over to him on the doorstep.
I came to see you.
He got me, too, Lizzie.
What do you mean he got Prussia? You were .
Don't say that.
She thinks about unlocking her door but sits on the stoop next to the albino instead.
The snow falling isn't enough to break the silence that settles between them.
It seems like just yesterday we were playing in the fields as kids, he muses.
I miss those times.
Me too, Gil.
It wasn't so complicated as it is now.
Things change from yesterday.
Is he going to make you live at his house?
Yes. I came to get my things. Are you?
Yeah. But I only have the clothes on my back.
Where are your things?
With Ludwig. In West Berlin.
The snow began to fall heavily during the next silence.
Are you crying?
No! That's that wouldn't be aw
Compatibility"C'mon, Arthur! Just fill it out for me! I get extra credit for submitting these things."Compatibility in Romance More Like This
Arthur looked up from his book in annoyance at Elizaveta, who was currently begging him to fill out some sort of compatibility survey for her French class. The classes were doing some sort of Valentine's Day event find your match or something like that and needed students to fill out surveys. They would send off the surveys to a company, who would ship back printed out compatibility results for those students who filled out the papers in a few weeks' time.
"You don't need any bloody extra credit, Elizaveta. It'll probably just go to Gilbert."
"Well, maybe, but still. Help me out here!"
Arthur sighed and set his book down on the lunch table. "Fine, give me the paper."
Elizaveta grinned widely and handed him the paper and a pen. She sat down across from him as he filled out the survey. He marked the choices down in the answer boxes at the bottom, specifying his preferences in a partner
The Joker Queen: Chapter 4"Your Highness, you need to get up. You have a press conference in an hour."The Joker Queen: Chapter 4 in Romance More Like This
"Well, then I can sleep for another 50 minutes. Goodbye."
"You have to look presentable. Get up."
"Are you ordering me?"
"Yes, I am, Your Highness. Get up."
Elizaveta groaned and rolled over, pressing her face into her pillow. "But I'm tired!"
"Stop whining, Your Highness. Angelique is going to be here in a minute to help you get dressed."
Elizaveta sighed and rolled over, cracking one eye upon to look at the blonde woman holding a clipboard standing next to her bed.
"Fine, Monica. I'll get up."
"Good! I'll meet you here in 45 minutes, all right? And don't fall asleep again!"
"I won't, I won't," Elizaveta muttered sleepily as Monica exited the door. She rose up from her bed and stretched. She didn't remember having a press conference scheduled, and she hadn't been prepped for anything. Monica was her publicist and usually told her these things, in addition to making her review and practice for hours the day be
The Joker Queen: Chapter 5She proceeded down the hallway, which was dimly illuminated by the setting sun casting light through the windows. The dining hall was only three corridors away, but her feet felt more and more heavy as she made her way across the palace, and the dull throbbing in her head turned to repeated stabbings in her brain. Her stomach churned angrily with each step. She paused in front of the doors, her hands on the handles to steady herself, and closed her eyes. She took a couple of deep breaths, and her sudden illness appeared to ease slightly. She opened her eyes and glared at the doors with determination. She opened them and walked into the small dining hall, meant for dinner with only the royal family and no other nobles.The Joker Queen: Chapter 5 in Romance More Like This
Roderich was already seated, and raised his head to look at her when she entered.
"Ah, good evening, Elizaveta."
The table was long by most standards, but could only seat 12 people compared to the hundreds that could be seated in the Grand Dining Hall. Two places were set
EternalThe air was crisp and cold. His breath swirled in the air as he walked down the path, past rows and rows of gravestones and cemetery plots. It had snowed earlier in the week, but most of the snow had since melted. He stopped in front of a gravestone and smiled distantly to himself, wiping the small pile of snow off the rock, clearing it from the engraved letters reading "Jeanne Romée Bonnefoy." Just as she had requested in her last letter to him. "In case I do not come back," she'd written, "please put your name on my grave as well, my love. Yours always, Jeanne."Eternal in Romance More Like This
They'd thrown her remains into the Seine, and she had no true grave. He'd bought a large plot at a cemetery in Orleans. A place to mourn. To think about her. Someone had said that a grave would bring him closure, so he could move on. But he knew he would never forget and move on from Jeanne. He'd buried a dress she'd left in her quarters in the coffin, along with a few mementos. The rest he kept for himself in his home i
Ghost of a Rose The sun was warm and bright, reflecting off of her short blonde locks as she sat in the quiet meadow, stroking the soft petals of the lone white rose bush on the slight hill with one hand. The other hand was holding onto a blonde man's, who was lying back in the lush grass, staring at the sky contentedly.Ghost of a Rose in Romance More Like This
"I must leave soon," she finally spoke, turning to meet his gaze.
"Do not sound so sad, mon amour," the man said with a smile, "You shall return shortly."
"But of course," she said, smiling at his contagious smile. "It should not be long before the war is over for good."
"With you in the lead, it is impossible to lose." He sat up, affectionately tucking a loose lock of her hair behind her ear. "But let us not speak of such things. When shall I see you again?"
"A few months, at the most," she answered evenly. "I am not going very far."
Silence settled between them as the sun began to lower itself in the sky, slowly darkening the meadow.
"I must go," the girl said, standing. She rea