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
A Spell Gone WrongWarning: Crack. Lots of glorious crack!A Spell Gone Wrong in General Fiction More Like This
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.
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.
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
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
Bad RomanceWarnings: FrUK and some suggestive themes~Bad Romance in Romance More Like This
"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
TrustFrancexReaderTrust in Romance More Like This
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,
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
SpellboundWarning: Cardverse!AU featuring crazy!EnglandSpellbound in Romance More Like This
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
Blessed With A Curse- Ch17Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch17 in Romance More Like This
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
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
Don't Say It -Part 1-"Hey! --------!"Don't Say It -Part 1- in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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
100 Ways to Annoy England100 Ways to Annoy England100 Ways to Annoy England in Humor More Like This
1. Insult his tea/cooking.
2. Speak French.
3. Say 'learned' instead of 'learnt'.
4. Tell him that unicorns are just colorful horses with ice cream cones on their head.
5. Touch his eyebrows.
6. Say his eyebrows look like fluffy caterpillars.
7. Call the British football soccer.
8. Randomly scream in his face.
9. Stare at him like he has three eyes until he screams at you.
10. Call him a punk.
11. Call him random nicknames like 'butt-munch'.
12. Insist that he watches 'uni-porn' or unicorns doing porn.
13. Ask if Tinkerbelle is his friend.
14. Ask what drugs he's on to see his fairy friends.
15. Insist that he is a pedophile.
16. Say that France is an example of a perfect gentleman.
17. Tell him Sealand is a country.
18. Repeat his name over and over until he walks away.
19. When he starts talking, keep yelling "WHAT?" until he gets frustrated.
20. Say that the Irish (or the American) have better food.
21. Poke him repeatedly.
22. Brag about how awesome you ar
100 Ways to Annoy Germany100 Ways to Annoy Germany100 Ways to Annoy Germany in Humor More Like This
1. Call him a 'potato eater.'
2. Give Italy a Monster or other energy drink and unleash the power onto Germany.
3. Give excessive hugs.
4. Give him a dirty magazine.
5. Dance around like a ballerina.
6. Ask if he copied off of Belgium's flag for his own.
7. Give him a small sausage and say it's the life size replica of his manhood.
8. Tell him that Germany backwards sounds Jamaican.
9. Harass Italy repeatedly. Most effective with more than one person.
10. Tell him how much you admired the Italian military before he destroyed it.
11. Pee in his beer.
12. Hire a bunch of pretty girls to lap dance on him. When Italy gets upset, have the girls leave Germany to go with Italy and watch the jealousy.
13. Team up with Gilbert and/or the Bad Touch Trio (preferably Bad Touch Trio) and unleash the power.
14. Lock him in a room with Russia.
15. Stare at him for as long as possible. When he asks what your staring about twitch your eye.
16. Poke him repeatedly preferably in
A to Z GerIta Drabbles DA to Z GerIta DrabblesA to Z GerIta Drabbles D in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: I was really interested to do this one! I want to start doing more research on random stuff and this is the kind of things I'm interested in. I should be a doctor! I love blood, only I hate seeing people sad or in pain. Lol. So off track. ^_^
Important for story: This is a bit AU. It takes place during the time when live transplants could only be done if the persons were related or close. This would require pictures of the two together over a span of a few years or marriage certificates. In this story, Ludwig and Feliciano are humans that haven't seen each other for a while. That's all you need to know for now. Hopefully you'll be able to gather everything else if it is written correctly!
Disclaimer: Hikari does not own or claim to own Hetalia. Also, thanks to Dragongirl124680 for betaing this chapter!
Theme: D for Donation (As suggested by EmeraldEyesofThunder on DA)
"You have nothing to worry about." a doctor instructed a blond haired man lying on th
A to Z GerIta Drabbles. BA to Z GerIta Drabbles.A to Z GerIta Drabbles. B in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: Holy cow! I got a whole bunch of responses on this for DA. For those of you were familiar with my writing, I post my stories on fanfiction and DeviantArt. So take a look at my profile on either at some of my other Hetalia stories. Thank you for all the suggestions. I really really wanted to do 'Bruder' but I decided to do something short yet cute.
Disclaimer: Hikari does not own or claim to own Hetalia.
Theme: B is for bees as suggested by dragongirl124680 on DeviantArt (I'm going to try to remember to put who it was suggested by but no promises!)
Ludwig had been hoping to wake up normally for one; normal being alone in bed. Unfortunately for him, Feliciano had somehow snuck into his room and crawled into the vacant spot beside Ludwig.
Ludwig looked down at his caramel headed head with a frown. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he threw the covers off of his legs. He swung his legs over the edge and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
A soft, p
A to Z GerIta Drabbles. AA to Z GerIta Drabbles.A to Z GerIta Drabbles. A in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: Yay! Another new story! I love this pairing. I was debating this, Spamano, PruHun or USUK. I need some suggestions for later chapters so send them in, ok? Thankies!!!
Disclaimer: Hikari does not own or claim to own Hetalia.
Theme: A is for (not apples) amnesia.
Ludwig received a call in the middle of the night. He groaned as he forced his eyes open. He listened to the phone ring a few more times, hoping that maybe it would just stop. Deciding it was an important call he decided he should pick it up. At first he thought it was his boss or his drunk of a brother but instead it turned out to be a stranger's voice.
"Ludwig Bielschmidt?" a woman's voice asked. The womans voice was completely unfamiliar to Ludwig. Ludwig wiped his eyes, trying to wake himself up more. The seriousness of her tone sent shivers down Ludwig's spine.
"Ja. Who is this?" Ludwig asked. He sat up, his bed groaning in protest. The covers slid off his shoulders, the chilly air wreathi
A to Z GerIta Drabbles CA to Z GerIta Drabbles CA to Z GerIta Drabbles C in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: Sorry, this is going to be super short. I usually hate writing short things but with the holidays coming up and some other important shiz, I didn't really have time. I already wrote this on a journal on DA but to those on FF, I'm not sure how often I'll be updating. Some super important stuff is going on and to be plain honest, I'm more in the mood to read than write at this period in time. Writing some of the stories makes me sad and Monsters affects wore off so yeah. You came here to read GerIta, not about some stranger's issues. XD. Haha. They're not even my issues. XD Anyway, this author's note is probably half the story. I was gonna write a special holiday fanfiction but since this one is C, I thought it'd be cool to do Christmas and kill two birds with one stone.
Disclaimer: Hikari does not own or claim to own Hetalia.
Theme: C for Christmas
Feliciano loved Christmas time the most. He loved the warm colors and the jovial music and the comradery
Lost. Ch. 24Lost. Chapter 24.Lost. Ch. 24 in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: Hey guys! Sorry about not posting in a while. Had a 600 point project to do that took me nearly two months to complete. I got really far behind in my writing and I only had chapter 23 prewritten and I like to be three chapters ahead of time so I can make sure there are no gaps. Plus it helps me edit better since I'm my own beta. ^_^ So if it sucks it's my fault. I'm much too impatient for a beta. Wow. That sounded pretty nerdy, eh? Lol.
Sparkling angel I believed
You are my savior in my time of need
Blinded by faith, I couldn't hear
All the whispers, the warnings so clear.
I see the angels, I'll lead them to your door
There's no escape now, no mercy no more
No remorse 'cause I still remember
The smile when you tore me apart.
You took my heart, deceived me right from the start
You showed me dreams, I wished they turn into real
You broke the promise and made me realize
It was all just a lie.
Sparkling angel, I couldn't see
Your dark intentions, your feelings for me
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A/N: LAST CHAPTER!! So excited! I'm so glad you guys liked the story! If there's enough reviews for this chapter I might write a bonus chapter!
Disclaimer: Hikari does not own or claim to own Hetalia.
It always seemed as though traffic was horrible whenever one was in a hurry and there was no traffic when one was not in a hurry. Ludwig honked the horn angrily to a car that wasn't paying attention to the green light. He gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were turning white.
"Ludwig-san, relax. Being tense isn't going to make anything better." Kiku, sitting in the passenger seat, murmured soothingly. His soothing voice only put Ludwig more on edge. He needed to get to Antonio quickly. He didn't want to imagine what might have happened or what could happen to Feliciano if he wasn't quick enough to stop them.
Ludwig honked the horn again, cursing loudly until the car in front of him slowly rolled forward. Ludwig trailed right on the cars bumper, w
GerIta A to Z Drabbles EGerIta A to Z DrabblesGerIta A to Z Drabbles E in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: Sorry this is late. Thanks for all the views and reviews and favorites! I love you guys!! Oh and for the best atmosphere, listen to Black Veil Brides(BVB) or My Chemical Romance. Definetely 'God Bless You' by BVB...or 'New Religion' or 'All Your Hate' or 'Heavens Calling' or 'Beautiful Remains'.
Theme: E is for EMO!!!! (Is EMO pronounced with a long or short "o"?)
Feliciano's POV (Human AU)
This has got to be the worst day of his life. It had started out so wonderfully. He had been invited over to Ludwigs house for what he thought was going to be a date. Instead, he had ended up getting dumped and running home. Of course with his luck, it had started pouring raining half way through.
Feliciano didn't really mind the rain though. It matched his mood and hid his tears. He was soaked to the bone with his skin and hair plastered to his body by the time he burst through the door of his house. Not even bothering to take off his wet shoes, he trekk
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
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
Hetalia- Free Hugs Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.Hetalia- Free Hugs in Humor More Like This
Japan slapped a hand on his alarm clock. It was six in the morning; time for school. He dragged himself off of him bed on the floor. Going to his closet, he pulled out his academy uniform and pulled it on. He could hear the bumping of Taiwan and Vietnam running around to get ready for school. With his uniform on and his bag ready, he stepped out of his room. At that moment, Korea zipped by with Taiwan following him.
“Give me back my hair clip!” She cried.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha,” Korea cackled.
Hetalia- Axis Christmas “Please leave a message after the beep.”Hetalia- Axis Christmas in Humor More Like This
“Hey Germany, it’s Italy. I was wondering if you wanted to come and have Christmas eve at my house tomorrow. We can open presents, eat turkey, and all sorts of fun stuff. Be here tomorrow at six.”
“Please leave a message after the beep.”
“Hey Japan, you want to come to my house for Christmas eve. I know you’re not a Christian but we can s
Hetalia- Nap A few clouds blocked the sun momentarily as Japan walked down the dirt road heading towards Greece’s house. He still wore his business suit but had the white coat unbuttoned. In his hands he carried a suitcase that he didn’t have time to take back home. When the sun came back out he squinted.Hetalia- Nap in Humor More Like This
I can’t believe there were no other buses to get there, he thought. I’m going to have to ask Greece for some water and a change of clothes when I get there. I feel so gross.
After some time he did manage to cross the border into the city limits of Athens. Now he could see the ruins and homes of the civilians. Before he got too much farther he let out a big yawn.
So tired, I shouldn
Hetalia- This is a hold up? Tomatoes, check. Sausage, check. Cheese, check. Germany went though his head as he looked at the grocery list Italy gave him.Hetalia- This is a hold up? in Humor More Like This
He usually didn’t do the shopping but ever since Italy started coming by more often the need for fresh foods became a necessity. Scanning through the front end, he picked out the shortest line and stood in it. He double checked his list while the line moved surprisingly quickly. When he finally got the front, he placed his groceries on the belt.
“What the hell are you doing here you bastard?!”
Germany looked up to find Romano as the cashier.
Hetalia- How to steal information from JapanJapan sat quietly on his back porch, sipping tea. His dog lay next to him sleeping.Hetalia- How to steal information from Japan in Humor More Like This
It’s so peaceful. I wish I could do this more often, he thought. This war is really taking a toll on me.
He took another sip of his cup. Suddenly, there was a knock on his front door.
I wonder who that can be, he thought.
He set his cup down and got up. His dog barely moved. Japan walked slowly to the front door. He pulled it aside to greet whoever was on the other side.
“Hello. What can I do for-”
However, there was no one there.
“Odd, I’m sure I heard a knock,” Japan said to himself.
He looked around his front yard to see if anyone was hiding. That’s when he noticed an envelope laying on the ground. Japan knelt down and picked it.
“I wonder what this is,” he muttered.
He opened it and pulled out the folded piece of paper that was inside. As he unfolded the paper, he could clearly see the image printed on it. It was a p
Hetalia- France's Curl England looked hard at France across from him in the almost empty meeting room. His eyes narrowed in on the other country steadily, focusing in on his head.Hetalia- France's Curl in Humor More Like This
“Dude, you look really creepy,” America said close to his ear, causing him to yelp,” Why are you staring at France like that?”
“Don’t scare me like that again you idiot!” England screamed.
“Well, why are you spying on France?” America asked again, pulling a burger from his jacket pocket.
Hetalia- Panda China slowly climbed up the few steps to his porch.Hetalia- Panda in Humor More Like This
“What a long day, aru,” he sighed,” I feel drained, aru.”
Not even bothering to go inside, he sat on the porch allowing his legs to dangle off the edge.
“The world changed too much, aru. I can barely keeping up, aru,” he said to himself,” It’s times like these when I wish I had someone to talk to, aru.”
He sat there and watched the sun begin to set. Suddenly, he heard something walk across the porch and sit next to him. He tur
Hetalia- Flowers Holy Rome glanced around the huge ballroom of the guests Austria invited to his Valentine’s Day party. The room was full of lovely flowers, delicious treats, and dancing couples. Holy Rome clutched a bouquet of roses in his hands to give to his Valentine, Italy. The prettiest girl he knew. He hoped she liked roses because the florist told him girls really liked them. He took in a deep breath and stepped into the ballroom. People chatted as he made his way around the room.Hetalia- Flowers in Romance More Like This
“Now where is she?” He asked himself.
Suddenly, he caught Italy’s adorable curl in the crowd. She was handing out sweets that Austria made to the guests as one of her duties. He quickly slipped through the bodies until som
Hetalia- Runaway Romano pt. 1 Romano sat on the couch at Spain’s house, quietly eating a slice of pizza. The living room was a mess. There were drawings on the walls and stains on the floors. Then he heard those familiar footsteps come into the room.Hetalia- Runaway Romano pt. 1 in Drama More Like This
“Romano!” Spain cried,” I thought I told you to clean this place!”
“What do I look like, the maid?” Romano snapped back.
“Could you have at least eaten in the kitchen?”
“The kitchen chairs are too damn hard!”
I Will Always Return Chpt 3I Will Always Return Chpt 3 in Settings More Like This
Warning! Personified countries! Human names used! Bad spelling!
"Bruder." Was Germany's warning tone.
"What? I won't!"
"Don't call him that!"
"Kesesesese." Prussia chuckled. Ludwig sighed.
"After breakfast I'll be meeting up with the troops, ple-" Ludwig started.
"NO!" Feliciano yelled, running into the room and tackling Ludwig in a hug.
"So much for that..." Gil said quietly before slinking out of the room.
"You can't go off to war! You just can't!" Feli cried.
"Italy, I need to go. I need to protect my people." Ludwig stated.
"Then take me with you!"
"No, I don't need you getting hurt."
"I'm not letting you go! Especially not alone!"
"What if you don't come back?! What if you're killed?!"
"I'm not going to die. I'll be fine."
"No! I won't let you!"
"Feliciano." Ludwig said sternly, using the nation's human name to get him to listen, but Italy wouldn't have it.
"No! Not again! If you're going off to fight, then I'm going too!" Feli crossed his arms and glared up at his ally a
I Will Always Return Chpt 5I Will Always Return Chpt 5 in Settings More Like This
Warning! Personified countries! Human names used! Bad spelling!
Prussia paced in front of the door. Every now and then he'd pause, growl and continue pacing. He was cursing the man who's door it was under his breath. No matter how long it had been since their last fight, the Prussian was still pissed at the man for his victory over him. Finally the door opened to show Hungary standing there.
"Gil? What do you want?" Hungary asked.
"What are you doing here, Liz?!" Gil demanded.
"Roderich asked me to come listen to his new piece. And you?" Liz replied.
"I have something important to discuss with him."
"Look, this is actually something important so let me in!" Gil snapped. Liz blinked before stepping out of the way.
"But if you do anything to Roderich-" Liz started.
"I know, I know, you'll kick my ass." Gil waved her off, stepping into the house. Gil heard piano music drifting through the house and strode to Roderich's piano room and slammed open the door. "Oi! Austria! We need
I Will Always Return Chpt 1I Will Always Return Chpt 1 in Settings More Like This
Warning! Personified countries! Human names used! Bad spelling!
"Until we meet again, my Italy!" Holy Rome called out to little Chibitalia. As young Italy watched his first love start marching off, he truly hoped that it would be true.
Months passed and Chibitalia heard no word from Holy Rome. Then, one day, Hungary pulled her Ita-chan to the side. Austria was discussing business with an oddly silver-haired young man.
"Ita-chan, I... I have some news... news of Holy Rome..." Miss Hungary began, trying to swallow her tears.
"Really?! Is he returning soon?! How is he?! Is the war over?!" Chibitalia asked, eyes shining with hope. That's when Miss Hungary's tears started to fall.
"I-ita-chan... Holy R-rome... is dead..." She whispered. Chibitalia's eyes grew as wide as saucers as the news slowly sank in. Horror caught Italy by the hair.
"NOOOOOO!!!!!" Feliciano cried, bolting upright in the bed, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. Beside him, Ludwig burst from sleep into action, surveyin
I Will Always Return Chpt 4I Will Always Return Chpt 4 in Settings More Like This
Warning! Personified countries! Human names used! Bad spelling!
Within several hours, Germany and Italy had breakfast, got dressed for war and had Prussia try to convience them both to stay and let him go in their place. Of course, his attempts were failures.
Germany stepped from his car and was being waved over by his captain. He waited for Italy before marching over to the young woman. The captain was about 5-foot-8 with chin length scarlet red hair and daring grey eyes. She saluted Ludwig as they approached.
"Captain Machiavelli, what do you have to report?" Ludwig asked.
"Well, sir, it seems-" The captain was cut off.
"Machiavelli, as in-" Feliciano tried to interrupt.
"Yes, Italia, as in that Machiavelli." Ludwig gave a sigh. "As you were saying, Captain."
"Sir, it seems that our enemy is waiting for something, I'm not sure what, but I think it might be-" The sound of gunshoots filled the air and Italy cried out in surprise. Germany pulled both the captain and Italy behind one of
I Will Always Return Chpt 2I Will Always Return Chpt 2 in Settings More Like This
Warning! Personified countries! Human names used! Bad spelling!
Ludwig stared at the ceiling for hours, meaning, by the time his alarm went off, he had gotten maybe 3 or 4 hours of sleep. Beside him, Feliciano yawned and snuggled further into his chest, trying to hang onto the last remaints of his dream. Ludwig sighed, turned off the alarm and gently shook Feli.
"Ve~?" Italy asked sleepily as he stirred.
"Italy, you need to wake." Germany told him quietly. Italy smiled at him.
"Buongiorno, Doitsu." Italy murmured.
"Guten Morgen, Italia." Germany replied.
"Ve~... Do we have training today?"
"No, we don't."
"Yay~!" Italy's smile grew and Germany couldn't help but chuckle at the sleepy Italian's excitement.
"Hurry up and I'll go make breakfast." Ludwig said before rising from the bed.
"Pasta?" Feli asked.
"Sure." Ludwig chuckled and left the room. Feliciano stretched, managing to take up the full length of the bed as he did. Soon enough he was up and dressed, walking towards the kitchen.
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
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
Bring Them Back"Dammit Don't go "Bring Them Back in General Fiction More Like This
I can't leave. I have nowhere to go.
Sobs. Dry, broken ones that shake his entire body.
"Feli I'm so sorry " A gasping breath. "I never It was never supposed to go this far, this was never supposed to happen "
I say nothing because I have nothing to say. All those people, dead
"Feli!" A shout. He removes his hands from his face, and those steely cold blues are burning red now. "You have to believe me! I never wanted this "
Those steely blues, looking up at me with a helplessness that terrifies me.
"I believe you," I say. But I don't know if I do.
A sort of strangled sound in the back of his throat. He pulls me down to him, and now we're together on our knees. With a gasp he buries his face into my shirt and his body begins convulsing again with a new round of lamentations. Half of me wants to comfort him, and half is repulsed. The hands clutching at my clothes are still stained crimson. Almost all of hi
Spamano: Park"It's beautiful out, isn't it?"Spamano: Park in General Fiction More Like This
Lovino had to agree. The September air had begun to transform the nearby oaks into various shades of gold and auburn, and soft breeze was tugging them back and forth, causing them to every so often emit little patches of vermillion into the autumn sky. The day was made even more beautiful by the grinning, green-eyed Spaniard sitting beside him on the park bench. Antonio had an arm resting around his shoulder, and Lovino permitted himself to rest his head ever so slightly against Antonio's. But only because he knew Antonio would be sad if he didn't. It wasn't like he enjoyed it.
"It isn't going to be for long. Winter's coming fast this year," Lovino said, looking up into the sky. Clouds were gradually collecting on the horizon.
"It is a bit chilly out " Antonio agreed. Both of them were wearing coats of medium thickness to fend off the cool gusts of wind.
Lovino scowled. He hated the cold.
As if reading his mind, Antonio leaned over and pulled
PruAus: The Timpani RollRoderich was in his happy place.PruAus: The Timpani Roll in General Fiction More Like This
For him, there was truly no better place than standing on the podium and guiding that little baton with his fingertips. There was no better feeling than knowing that some fifty people were before him, adhering to his every command and executing them with perfection. Nothing made him feel more magical than the sound of an entire orchestra, perfectly together, perfectly in tune, perfectly following his rhythm. It made him absolutely euphoric.
The only thing that would make it better would be to have an audience. But in a week he'd have one; for now he settled for rehearsal.
His orchestra was just reaching the climax of their piece. So far it'd gone flawlessly; the part that the celli normally played out of tune had actually flowed perfectly, and the brass section was at just the right volume. It was a hard song that he'd been working with them on for weeks. Roderich was very pleased.
They'd reached the most exciting point, where the instruments got
Spamano: A NameWith the birth of their first daughter came the agonizing choice: What to name her?Spamano: A Name in General Fiction More Like This
Antonio made lists and lists of beautiful Spanish names for Lovino to choose from, but he rejected them all. None fit her exactly right. They needed something that was magnificent enough to portray their daughter, but not so flowery that it made her sound like something served on a platter.
It wasn't until after she was born when Antonio and Lovino agreed on a name that they deemed perfect: Feliciana.
Feliciano, her god-father, said he had never been more flattered.
Spamano: MorningsThe early light shone through the blinds into a spacious master bedroom, making stripes of gold across a snow-colored mattress. The clock dimly read 10:21 am, but in the bright light, the digital numbers were faded, unimportant. The room had a lazy feel to it, as if the flood of buttery sunshine was actually tangible, hindering movement.Spamano: Mornings in Romance More Like This
The bed held two dozing bodies. The larger one, a tanned, finely muscled Spanish man, lay curled loosely on his side, hands around the smaller man's waist. The latter had chestnut hair, and a single stray curl that rose and fell as he breathed. Every once in a while, he would roll irritably in his sleep and press himself closer into the Spaniard.
Antonio yawned, opening his eyes to the morning. He dimly thought that he must have overslept a little, but he hadn't much to do anyways. And he was so comfortable
He looked down at the man in his arms and smiled. Lovino smelled like everything he loved: the tomatoes he ate constantly, the gr
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
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