Master, I Love YouWarnings: Crack... so cracky I don't even know...
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
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Another day was over and England couldn't wait to get home. He just wanted to sit down with a cup of tea and a good book. When he finally arrived at his large London house, he unlocked the door, stepped inside with a sigh and locked the door again. As he removed his shoes, he paused and listened.
Something didn't feel right.
There was an ominous feeling in the air. It was strange and England couldn't quite place it. He didn't think anything happened before he left so he couldn't work out what it was. Uneasy with the atmosphere, he decided to walk around the house to investigate.
As he checked the room around the house, he started to realise what this feeling was.
It was the feeling of magic... but not only that. It was the feeling of magic when it went wrong.
England walked into his bedroom and his eyes widened. There sitting on his bed was a young man. His hair was a mint green and from what England could see his eyes were
Crack Fairytales - The Tomato PrinceOnce upon a time in a land far, far away from here lived a handsome prince named Antonio. Antonio was prince of the wonderful and beautiful Tomato Kingdom and the prince had a happy life there; the citizens of the kingdom loved him and they knew that he would be a great and powerful ruler.Crack Fairytales - The Tomato Prince in Humor More Like This
However, there was just one problem.
When it was time for Antonio to take the throne, he would need a Queen. A King could not rule without his Queen after all.
Antonio had met with many princesses from many far away kingdoms but not one of them was what he was looking for. Time was running out for the prince and Antonio needed to find his future queen right away. The problem was, was that he didn't know where to start looking.
But he would have to start somewhere, right?
And so he did. The prince packed essentials and informed the kingdom that he would not return until he had found a suitable Queen. His family and loyal subjects wished him well and the prince set off on his long and tiring journey.
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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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.
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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They used to be so happy.
It was a year ago today when it happened. Arthur remembered it clearly. He remembered how much it had hurt; he remembered how his heart felt as though it were physically being ripped in half when his husband uttered the words to him. He thought the pain he felt within those three seconds may very well kill him. Even the fires of Hell would not hurt as much as this. It was those four words which caused Arthur to do what he did.
Those four words changed everything.
I don't love you.
Arthur remembered how he had begged. He had promised he would change, he would promise to be a better husband; he had promised to be a better Queen to the King. But Alfred had shaken his head. He had said no. He wouldn't allow it. He had made his decision and he would never back down on it.
Arthur had cried like he had never cried before. How could this be happening? This couldn't be happening, not to him. Alfred loved him. He kn
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"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
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He had tried to sleep, really he did. Of course he knew it would be difficult... but honestly, he didn't know it would be this hard.
Every time he closed his eyes he was plagued with visions of his brother hurt or worse. Every time he would encounter these visions, his eyes would snap open and he would stare into the darkness of the room for what felt like hours, attempting to calm his beating heart.
If he listened close enough, he could hear the voices of the three vampires in the room beside his own. If he listened hard enough he could make out snippets of the conversation... and it didn't look good. From what he could make out, none of the other males seemed to know what to do.
Lovino hated it. He hated the waiting, he hated not knowing anything. He hated everything that was happening and he wished he could just turn back the time and make everything go back to how it w
Choices- Ch1Arthur Kirkland moved away from London in escape to a quiet life. He'd moved to a small town on the coast in order to escape the hustle and bustle of the city. Arthur had not only chosen this place because it was quiet, but because it was where his family used to holiday when he was younger. He'd always wanted to live in a place like this and now, when he finally had enough money, he could.Choices- Ch1 in Romance More Like This
Three years later, Arthur was happy. He had a good job, a nice house and everything he could have asked for.
He also had a boyfriend which came in the form of his own American hero, Alfred Jones.
Like himself, Alfred had moved to England to get away from the loud city. Coming from New York and moving to a small coastal town had been a huge change for him but when the two met a cafe during Alfred's first couple of days (Arthur had already been there a year), the Brit was more than willing to show him around.
And now, the two of them lived and shared a happy life together.
It was a Saturday morning an
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You saw the way he looked at you, and to be honest you didn't know if you should be flattered or horrified. Francis always seemed to shoot you looks across the meeting table- winks, smirks, he'd kiss his hand and 'blow' the kiss towards you and he'd even make 'kissy faces' at you when he knew you were looking.
To be honest, the attention was great and all, but you knew of the French nation's reputation and you didn't really want to be another name on his long list of people he'd slept with.
You had more pride than that, therefore you weren't going to let him win.
Or at least... you were trying.
"Ma cherie, accept this rose as a token of my affections!" Francis smiled, holding the rose towards you. You looked at the rose with a flat expression before replying, "No thanks, I don't know where it's been..."
You were painfully aware of where roses seemed to be located on Francis' body...
The Frenchman's eyes widened, then he grasped the area near his heart and gasped, "Oh,
Don't Say It - Prolouge-The rain was pouring down relentlessly. Dirt had turned to mud and puddles were everywhere. It had been a battlefield not too long ago so there were mini craters, ammunition shells, and corpses scattered everywhere. Even so, a man was running through it all. His snow white hair shone in the darkness as his boots splashed through the puddles and mud, his arms wrapped tightly around a large bundle. Where ever this man was going, he needed to get there now.Don't Say It - Prolouge- in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After a while longer of running, the battlefield turned into a road and that road into a city. He ran through though the cobblestone roads up to a rather fancy house. Up to the door he went and forced his way in past the servants and a few guards. He got into the room he wanted. It was decorated lavishly with the finest fabrics with bright reds and golds with some blue here and there. As expected for the country of France. Sitting on the couch, obviously caught in the middle of a discussion were two blondes. One had shoulder len
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A clear high voice rang out from the grassy hill. Germany, who had been kneeling and staring at some wild flowers looked up and turned to see where the voice had come from.
Rang the voice again.
He scanned the grassy field behind him and soon saw a small girl dressed in a light green dress with a bright clean apron running towards him. She stopped in front of him, her reddish-brown hair slightly messy from running and a small curl sticking out from the left side of her head. She smiled at Germany.
"I'm so glad I found you, --------," she said happily.
It was strange. He knew the girl was saying his name, but for some reason it was muted out.
"What are you doing here?" the girl asked.
Suddenly, for some reason, he felt some heat rise up in his cheeks and his heart start beating a little faster. Germany was confused at these changes and wondered if perhaps it was because of the small child in front of him. But why would a person cause these changes?
SS - Merry Christmas, GitIt was Christmas morning in England and England himself was already up and about. He had a cup of tea in a rather festive tea cup and was sitting in his favourite armchair, enjoying some classical Christmas music. He had already given and received cards from all the people running his government and as per custom was given the day off. He didn't really have any presents to give anyone and nor did he really expect any from anyone else.SS - Merry Christmas, Git in Short Stories More Like This
Well... He did buy a present for one person, but he just didn't have the courage to give it. He sighed and continued sipping his tea when unexpectedly, someone knocked on his door. Wondering who it could be, England put down his tea and walked over to the front door. He opened it and was surprised at who he saw.
"Hey, Iggy! I came to say Merry Christmas!" said America as he walked right past England into his house. He put down the bag he had been carrying and pulled off his coat and hanging it on the coat rack.
It took a minute for England to process all
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As the woman walked back towards him, without Alfred in tow, Arthur had a frown on his face. Just what did the lady think she was doing, he had asked for Alfred and damn it, he was going to get the boy. Okay that made him sound like a pervert, and he wasn't a pervert, not really. Although he had been asked a lot of questions before he was able to adopt. Something about a single male trying to adopt a young boy raised red flags in their systems. Thankfully a background check made sure he wasn't some kind of perving old man.
It had been a couple of years since his wife died in child labour, and he had been heart broken, he had worked all of his life, saved and saved to spoil his family, and he had no-one left. After coming out of his depression, he had decided that perhaps he should shower some lowly child with affection, give it the life that he never had. Which led him here.
"Well?" He asked, a hint of anger in his voice. After having the women treat him like a pervert, he was getting
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Blue eyes snapped open and turned to look at their guardian, his little hands clasping onto the rails where his legs wrapped around.
Arthur was home
This wasn't good.
After getting away with this for so many years, to get caught so carelessly It was definitely a shock. "Hey, Artie!" Alfred chirped quite happily, casually licking at his lips before wiping them, still hanging upside down.
"Don't you bloody 'Hey Artie' me, Alfred! Get down from there immediately!" Arthur scolded, his thick eyebrows furrowing as he looked angrily from one son to the other.
Alfred huffed, swinging his body up so he could grasp onto the bars properly, his ear hanging from the edge of the stairs as he pouted. "I was just welcomin' ya home, y'know," he mumbled with a pout.
"I was just welcoming you home, you know," Arthur corrected as he crossed his arms over his chest, "I won't repeat myself any further. Get down Alfred. Both of you will go sit yourselves down on the sofa in the living room. Now."
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Alfred practically whined when he heard their guardian leaving. "Arthur! Don't go!!" he called out desperately, not wanting to be left to the mercy of his brother, and also not wanting the Brit left to the mercy of the Frenchman.
"I'll flush your tea bags down the toilet!!" he threatened loudly, wincing as he heard a door slam shut.
Damn it. He was alone with Matthew
And his boner Fuck.
The American shivered at the words whispered into his ear, blue eyes fluttering. Vaguely, he recalled someone telling him it was always the quiet ones that were the most devious, and Alfred didn't doubt that for a moment.
Stupid passive aggressive Canadian brother of his
Strong muscles tensing at Matthew's words and the lips to his neck, he felt his breath hitch. Of fuck, oh fuck, he'd been challenged "I ain't sayin' nothin', bro," he spoke with a grin, turning his head to look at the fair haired blonde holding onto him.
Fine, if it was a challenge, then, challenge accepted
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It was a wet and rainy day outside, which put the whole house hold in a bad moon Arthur because he couldn't sit down outside with a cup of tea and do some gardening, Alfred because he couldn't go outside all together (Arthur didn't want mud in the house) and Matthew well, Matthew was in his usual mood 'when will the world notice me' kind of mood.
The years hadn't been very kind to Matthew.
As his brother had hit his teenage years he had shot up in height, now nearly as tall as Arthur despite being only 16, but Matthew wasn't as lucky as his twin, instead standing about a foot shorter than Arthur.
As such he was rather depressed in school the only reason people noticed him was because he was short.
Slinking into his brothers room (one of the few people who would recognize him now and again), Matthew plonked himself on his brothers bed, waiting for the more popular twin to finish in the shower.
Despite Alfred being tall, Matthew knew his little secret, and little it w
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Catching red out of the corner of his eye, Arthur glanced to see a very shocked post woman. Ah, he knew the kitchen counter hadn't been a good idea.
Blushing, Arthur was glad that Alfred was covering him, his head dropping onto Alfred's shoulder as his own started to shake with laughter.
Oh he would never live this down.
Hearing Arthur laugh had startled Alfred, who immediately assumed he was being laughed at. The kiss certainly eased his worries, as did Arthur's words, his suggestive tone, the way he pulled him close.
"Mm, learning's good," He said, rather stupidly in fact (stupid enough that even Alfred was aware of how dim his words made him seem). "Jeez, if learning had been this rewarding before, I wouldn't have dropped out of med school."
It took the American a few moments to actually process the woman at the window.
Alfred giggled, grinning brightly at her as he wrapped his arms around Arthur, grasping at his bottom for a few seconds as he pulled him off the countertop and cradl
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It hadn't been more than a few months since they had shared their first kiss, and since that day they had made sure to kiss wherever they could.
Not that Matthew minded, it was nice to be the one paid attention to for a change, and his brother really was loving and sweet, the fact that it felt nice helped too!
So every day after school the two of them walked home, hand in hand before greeting Arthur like usual, Matthew muttering, Alfred yelling, then inside, a quick kiss as they washed their hands before dinner, a kiss while Arthur was washing the dishes, and then a kiss before bed if they had enough time after their joint bath.
Needless to say the two of them were getting careless with showing their affection, the fact they walked home holding hands was proof of that.
Of course, all of the adults saw this as innocent affection, two brothers who didn't know better.
Their one big mistake.
For a change Arthur wasn't home when the twins arrived, which they were over joyed about
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It had been a few years since Arthur Kirkland had come and adopted Alfred and Matthew. They were attending school, and though Alfred grumbled and complained about the work, he always left enthusiastically with a bright smile and a hand in Matthew's as their adopted father waved them off.
Of course, school started to give Alfred strange thoughts And after contemplating them (as hard as any little ten year old boy can), the blonde decided to consult his ever clever, shy, cute and quiet brother.
"Mattie " The pout that the little blonde wore was comically adorable, his cheek puffed out, lips pouting, bright blue eyes averted to the side and the faintest of blushes tinting his cheeks. "I was kinda wonderin' y'know " Awkwardly, the boy swung his feet a bit as he sat on his twin's bed, his hands pressed to the mattress between his legs. "Have you ever " Swallowing hard, Alfred turned his eyes shyly to his brother's, blushing darker before turning them a
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Huffing, Arthur pulled from Alfred, standing up and all but marching towards the door, ready to deck whoever it was that dared to interrupt him while he was working his magic! As he yanked the door open, Arthur scowled at the lad on the other side of the door, who was visibly shaking in his boots.
"Uh... delivery?" the voice cracked, making him seem weaker and weaker as he cowered behind the outstretched boxes, wrapped in a plastic bag.
Feeling his eye twitch, Arthur handed the boy some money, telling him to keep the change as they swapped. Kicking the door shut with his foot, Arthur calmed himself, plastering a smile on his scowling face, walking past the living room and calling over his shoulder.
"We eat at the dining table, please follow me"
"Holy shit," Alfred panted, the only words he was able to say after Arthur had pulled away and gone to the door. He reached up, touching his cheek, where he could still feel Arthur's lips, moving to his ear, which felt like it was bur
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Alfred blamed his blushing on how warm the water was.
Not on the fact Arthur had kissed him before leaving.
Like...like that was just a normal thing to do or something!
"I guess he's really not mad at me anymore after all," He muttered to himself, grinning as he stripped off his clothes and clambered into the shower, enjoying the feeling of the hot water on his body. It was like he was physically washing away the last vestiges of jet lag, making him feel his normal confident, rambunctious self.
It was only after he'd finished washing (and noting the fact that the shampoo smelled like Arthur; a stupid thing to delight in, since obviously Arthur would use his own shampoo to wash himself, really) and gotten through towelling off that he noticed that he hadn't actually brought a change of clothes into the room with him. He frowned at yesterday's jeans, the idea of pulling his old clothes onto his clean body unappealing.
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"A man wishes to adopt you."
Bright blue eyes blinked up at the lady before him, lifting his head from where he had been digging amongst toys, staring widely at her. After a few moments, he blinked before looking to his mirror's reflection- save for violet eyes, longer, wavier and paler blonde hair and a fairer complexion- and then shook his head, losing interest in the lady as he crouched down again, stubbornly continuing to shuffle through toys, blocks and books and puzzle pieces going flying behind him.
"Tell him no. I want Mattie to come with me or nuh-uh no deal," he spoke childishly, pausing in his mess making to frown and pout at the leftover bits of children's entertainment. "Are you sure it's here Mattie?" he asked his teary eyed twin, plopping himself down on the floor and wiggling onto his belly as he peaked under the couch.
"Alfred, now, now, give the man a chance"
"I found him!"
The ladies words were cut off at Alfred's proud declaration, wiggling his way forward unt
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*cue ominous music*
There are two main differences between the Feliciano/Lovino/Matt/Alfred/Ludwig/Gilbert variety of children, and the Antonio/Francis variety of children.
The first is that not one of the Feliciano & Co. variety is a convicted pedophile. (Gilbert's trial is next week.)
The second is that Feli & Co. all have parent-type-things keeping them under control. Antonio, on the other hand, does all his grocery shopping himself.
At the extremely mature (note sarcasm) age of ten.
And, being a totally mature ten-year-old, he was currently occupied racing shopping carts up and down the aisles. Sexily. Because Antonio Fernandez Carriedo was sexy from the moment he was born.
Toni whizzed sexily past the bread and the condiments, hair blowing back sexily in the wind. He smiled sexily, raising his hand sexily to a giggling nine-year-old girl holding a can of whipped cream. Her poopy-headed mother gave him a deathglare, but it
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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: 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!!!
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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
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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.
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Theme: C for Christmas
Feliciano loved Christmas time the most. He loved the warm colors and the jovial music and the comradery
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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
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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
A List Of Things That France Cannot DoThis is a list of the things that I, Francis Bonnefoy, the personification of the country France, am no longer allowed to do, no matter for what reasons. If I infringe any of these settled rules, I will have to bear the consequences, which will include lectures, physical violence and several other punishments. Furthermore, I have to give Germany the permission to straitjacket me if he considers it to be necessary. The following points are mandatory.A List Of Things That France Cannot Do in Humor More Like This
1.) I am not allowed to take off my clothes during a meeting.
2.) Teaming up with Korea to build "The World's Largest Chest Groping Chain" is a no-go.
3.) I should NEVER stare at Italy's butt. Both Antonio and Germany will kick my own gorgeous ass right out of the door~...
4.) I am not allowed to approach Japon by saying "Do you want to feel the difference between a tentacle monster and a real man~?" It is adorable when he blushes, but being chased around by him with a katana is no fun.
5.) If I steal Christmas from Finnland one more time,
HetaOni - The Death of a HeroThey were coming closer. He could already hear them crawl up the stairs and sneak down the hallways. He could sense their aura of blood thirst. The massive stone walls separating them from the gathering creatures felt like thin sheets of paper now. It would likely be minutes until they were here. The Italian was staring at him, his features vague and pale in the dim light of the plain white candles on the ground. America didn't mind him. He was kneeling down among the two make-shift biers on which the bodies of his brothers had been laid to rest.HetaOni - The Death of a Hero in Short Stories More Like This
He turned to his twin brother.
Canada, his name was. His always shy, always calm brother, who had always been the complete opposite of himself. If it hadn't been for the deep scratches on his face, the broken glasses and the blood-soaked bandages around his arms and chest, one could have thought he was just sleeping. His mien was peaceful and soothed, and his right arm was wrapped around a white polar bear, a stuffed toy he had been carrying a
In Which America loses his Burgers.America was playing video games, as usual. This time though, it was 1 in the morning, way past his bedtime. 'Screw my rules,' he had thought, 'I'm older now.' Now, he was waiting for the game to load a levelIn Which America loses his Burgers. in Short Stories More Like This
"Shit!" America had no patience. "Might as well go get some food to waste some time." He put the controller down and walked to his kitchen. Opening his refridgerator lazily, he reached out into the cooling device to grab a burger.
WAIT. THERE WAS NO BEEF. IN FACT, NO BURGER.
"HOLY COW!" America shouted, slamming the refridgerator door. "MY BURGERS HAVE DISSAPERED!"
He ran franticly around the house, checking every corner and drawer. The
American fell to the ground, crying. Tony came out of his bedroom and placed his hand on America's shoulder. "I know that feel, bro." He said in his total alien voice.
After America had a tantrum, he decided that he go looking outside. It was likely that someone had took his burgers out of the house into a secret hiding plac
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The World Conference was beginning. Everyone had arrived on time and it seemed that no one was late. That is except to Austria and Germany who had a strange suspicion someone was coming.
"Somevone is coming!" Germany insisted. "I'm not making this up!"
Austria jumped in as well. "As much as it pains me to say this," He began. "But I agree with Germany. We have to be missing someone."
Switzerland slammed his fists on the table. "Would you two shut up!" He yelled. "We're all here. We can begin."
"I don't know dude," America butted in. "If you listen closely you can hear footsteps. Hey Canadia-I mean Canada you here bro?"
"I'm here Ameirca," Canada's voice was barely audible. Granted Russia was sitting on him.
The doors crashed open. Cocky red eyes gleamed with pride. He took a step inside. "The bitch is back!" Prussia smiled.
"Sir Elton what have I told you about following me around and yelling that whenever you enter a room?" England asked. He wasn't paying any
German Sparkle PartyIt was another boring day for the Germanic family. Prussia was chugging down barrels of beer. Switzerland polished his gun, making sure to get everywhere. Austria and Germany flicked through channels, finding nothing goof on.German Sparkle Party in Humor More Like This
Prussia's eyes widened. An idea came rushing to him. "The awesome me just got an awesome idea!" He exclaimed. "Let's do that thing we used to do! With the song and everything!"
Everyone groaned. Prussia was the only one who liked it. He'd recorded all of them dancing to that infuriating song. Of course, it was when the other three was drunk. That's the only way they'd do it.
Austria was the one who spoke their thoughts. "Vhy do ve have to? It's a pointless song and dance. It's trashy and the outfits is something you'd find in France."
Switzerland sighed. "It's not like Liechtenstein or Hungary are here. The worst thing would be that we remember it.
The grey haired Prussian laughed. "Awesome! We're doing this!" He ripped his
Sexy Brow PowerTitle - Sexy Brow PowerSexy Brow Power in Humor More Like This
It was an Allies meeting. So far only France and America had shown up. They were painfully getting tired of each other's company.
"Dude why are you so old and disgusting!" America moaned.
France whipped his head back. "I'm as young as a baby and disgusting? Moi isn't the one shoving hamburgers down his throat!"
Before they could continue a wind came in, throwing the door open. A fog covered the doorway until one man stepped in.
England wiggled his eyebrows and the door shut behind him. France and America were forced to stare in amazement. His eyebrows were blasting them with sexiness. It was too much for them. They couldn't handle it.
America's iPhone flew out of his pocket and into England's outstretched right eyebrow. It began playing the Lonely Island song 'Jizz in my Pants.'
It was too much for them. Their pants became soiled with jizz as the lyrics 'Yes I jizzed in my pants' played and his eyebrow wiggled to it. Good, desi
What Happened to Fratelllo?Title: What Happened to Fratello?What Happened to Fratelllo? in Drama More Like This
October 4, 2011 9:45 EST.
An Italian skipped around the United Nations building. He was wearing a grey Italian (of course) suit. He smiled to the secretary. "Hello Elizabeth," He greeted her. "Having a good morning ve~?"
She gave him a sad smile and nodded him along. 'That's strange,' The child-like man thought. 'Normally she gives me a sarcastic answer.'
He opened the doors to the meeting room. The meeting hadn't started yet, which he was thankful for. Hushed whispers filled the air. Germany was the first one to acknowledged him.
"Italy hello," He said. "Have you heard about..." His voice trailed off. He didn't know how to tell him. Italy was like a toddler. Wide-eyed and innocent, but easy to upset. He didn't know how to put it in the lightest terms at all.
Italy cocked his head to the side. "Heard what? That there's a pasta backing contest? Silly Germany! I already know that! Me and Romano entered in it."
Tiny ManTitle - Tiny ManTiny Man in Humor More Like This
Germany was walking across his house. A noise inside his bathroom made him freeze. It sounded like a sobbing.
"Prussia?" He asked. "How many girls this time?"
The crying immediately stopped. "None," He sighed through the door. "It's just. Oh you wouldn't understand! You've never been awesome."
The German glared at the door. "Bastard," He mumbled under his breath. "Vhat the hell is wrong vith you know? Unlock the dammed door." He spoke in a clear voice this time.
"Fine. Awesome powers go!"
The door opened by magic. Germany stared at him amazed. 'He's had 'awesome powers' all along and he never bothered to help me in wars with them? Gott I hate him.'
He stepped into the bathroom. His older brother was crouching in the bathtub. He had never looked so sad and pathetic before. It warmed Germany's heart.
"It's horrible!" Prussia moaned. "It's never done this before!"
Germany cocked his head to oneside. "Is Gilbird ok?"
The older man let out a laug
Unkempt PromiseTitle - Unkempt PromiseUnkempt Promise in Drama More Like This
A young boy looked around his surroundings. Blood everywhere. Dead bodies were strung around him. This war - on his side - was hopeless. The little boy fell to the ground in tears.
"Dammit," He hissed under his breath. "Dammit why. Why is this war going on? Why can't it just stop? I need it to end. My people need it to end. It's killing me slowly. Please lord, make it stop."
A man in shoulder length blonde hair walked forward. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the sword in his hands. The boy turned his head. His opponent gave a cruel smile.
"Bonjour Holy Rome," The Frenchman laughed. "Fancy seeing you out here. A you ready to just give up? You can't carry on like this. Just hand over control of you're empire to me and no more damage will be done, no?"
Holy Rome slowly stood up. He knew what he was doing was stupid. He knew he couldn't face the older nation. France was stronger than him. He had more allies. He had powers like the Eng
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Spain walked around outside. The normally cheery man was saddened. The rain pouring didn't exactly help his mood either.
He couldn't find Romano. He wasn't in his house when he woke up. Not even in the tomato gardens where he usually was. At about noon he had decided to give up.
The rain was starting to get all over his clothes making it look like he had been swimming. He walked into a cafe that was mainly empty. He ordered some coffee and took a seat in the back.
The Spaniard got out his phone. He decided to try texting him. His text read 'Lovi where are you? I miss you and I really need to see you. And I wanna see you again. Please come. Pleeeeassseee. Please Lovi.'
About five minutes after he sent it a reply came back saying, 'Bastard I never left. I was out shopping with my idiot brother.'
Spain jumped up from where he was seated in the back. He ran home, forgetting about his coffee (and paying for it as well).
He stopped to br
Lies Drive to Insanity'I promise I'll return to you after the war Italy!'Lies Drive to Insanity in Horror More Like This
Liar. These were Italy's first thoughts. Holy Rome was a liar. He promised. And the one ting everyone knows about Italy is that you don't break a promise with him. Especially if you love him and he loves you.
The Italian slammed his fist into the wall, shaking the pictures. He actually had a great amount of strength, he just only used it for cooking.
He'd waited years for him to return. Centuries. Every week he'd trek out to the dock and stand there. Waiting. Hoping for one chance to see his former lovers face.
He knew what the people at the pier said about him. Every day, year, and decade it was the same thing. 'Who could he love so much to wait for her everyday?'
They always thought he was a girl.
Italy snorted. How fucking one sided.
Sometimes he was dumb enough to bring flowers. On the days he did and there was no Holy Rome, he'd give them to a beautiful young girl or a married man hurrying from work. They alw
Simple Wish Title - Simple WishSimple Wish in General Fiction More Like This
Russia sat in his office staring at the little book in front of him. He'd been writing in it for a few years now. It was supposed to help him feel better about everything. So far it wasn't working well. Any thoughts or memories he had were to be written down in here.
Estonia and his ideas.
Russia picked up his pen and began writing.
He paused. Even after how long he had been writing in it he had no idea what to call it. Diary was what he'd gone with for so long. He shrugged. It was the best he could come up with.
I wish the others would stop thinking that I am so lonely, or I am so sad.
He never got how everyone thought he was sad. Didn't he always smile and seem what they called happy? He didn't want to be Italy or America dumb to show his happiness.
Sure, I am not proud of what I've done.
It sucked the way the others acted towards him about it, especially America. America wasn't holy. England wasn't. France did
Merry Christmas?Title: Merry Christmas?Merry Christmas? in Humor More Like This
Harry Potter, Hetalia
"Harry it's not going to work," Hermione sighed. "It's a video camera. Muggle technology."
Harry laughed. "'Mione don't worry!" He smiled. "I got it from some guy on the street. He was a wizard. But he had these huge eyebrows and an annoying American guy was with him."
Draco followed behind them. "Americans. Filthy creatures," He muttered.
They went into an abandoned classroom. "Harry turn it on!" Ron cheered. "Let's see how it works."
Hermione stared at Ron. How did it work? How dumber could you get? She sighed. This day was interesting to say the least.
Harry pressed the red button on the side of the camera. He sighed with relief once it turned on. It began recording what was going on without Harry pushing a button.
"What the hell!" He yelled in surprise, dropping it.
"Harry what happened?" Ron asked. His eyes were wide. The machine or as Hermione and Harry had called it a 'cam-corder' was freaking him out.
Draco went onto his knee
Signs of Affection"Let's play a game."Signs of Affection in Short Stories More Like This
Japan looked up from his reading, glancing over Oedipus Rex at Greece, eyebrows quirked questioningly behind his glasses. Greece was gazing out steadily at the garden, his long legs stretched out before him off the edge of the veranda. It was too hot at the moment to be strolling out in the blazing afternoon sun, so the two friends had decided to while away their time at a breezy spot by the veranda.
"All right." Japan said, setting his book down, wondering what had spurred the thought in the Grecian. "What kind of game?"
"I heard America talking about this game during one of the meetings. You make hand gestures and the other person has to guess what it means." Greece said, stroking at the cat which had curled up into a tiny black and white ball in his lap. "He said you had a similar game here too, and I wanted to try it with you."
Japan nodded. He knew the game Greece was referring to; it was popular among the children, one which they could play for hours,
TomodachiTitle: Tomodachi / FílosTomodachi in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Rating/Genre: PG-13 / Fluff
Summary: In which Herakles tries to make amends
Note: Written as part of a challenge, for the prompt: "Giripan. Language barrier, but they maintain a relationship somehow through the use of charades, gestures, and very little words that they have learned from the other."
To be honest, he didn't think he'd be this nervous. It had seem relatively straight-forward when he had planned it all out in his head on the train, seated in-between a snoring down-on-his-luck salaryman and an old woman knitting what looked like a suspiciously like a bright-pink camisole well, maybe everything seemed simpler in comparison to knitted pink camisoles.
Was she knitting that for her teenaged granddaughter? It looked too big for a five-year-old
quick wave flashed before him and
Herakles snapped back to attention, suddenly recall
Towards the Unforeseeable FutureCharacter(s)/Pairing(s): Germany/North Italy.Towards the Unforeseeable Future in Short Stories More Like This
Rating/Genre: PG-13 / Introspective, Fluff, Friendship.
Summary: Regardless of how he feels inside, Veneziano is always smiling.
Veneziano always smiles.
He smiles even as a child, busily cleaning away in Mister Austria's house; when he dusts at drab, dreary paintings mounted upon floral-patterned walls; when he scrubs at the mould hiding in-between the linoleum tiles; when he hunches over the kitchen sink, wiping the dishes dry before putting them away.
He smiles, even when he trips himself going up the stairs, or when he unintentionally knocks over things on Germany's desk, because he was talking to Germany, and talking to Germany makes him happy, and that also makes him excited and Veneziano likes to move a lot when he's excited and oh, that vase just fell over, sorry Germany, ve
Germany shouts at him, of course; just like how he always shouts at Veneziano to run faster whenever they are trai