Bring Them Back"Dammit Don't go "
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
Return: GerIta-ChibitaliaxHRE OneshotFrom the moment he opened that tomato box, I knew.Return: GerIta-ChibitaliaxHRE Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
My Holy Rome had come back for me.
At first, I had thought that I was hallucinating againHoly Rome was dead, or at least that's what they had told Mr. Roderich and Miss Elizaveta.
But no, it was my Holy Rome. Even after all these years, I recognized him.
The only drawback was that Holy Rome had forgotten me.
Holy Rome went by a different name now'Ludwig.' His sky blue eyes, once childishly round, had sparkled with affection every time he looked at me. Now, they were a colder shade of blue, and looked at me with unfamiliarity. Holy Rome had used to blush a light shade of pink whenever he saw me, but that too had been lost.
Holy Rome's hair had darkened slightly, but it was still styled similarly the day that I had last seen him. I could still remember with precise accuracy the details of that day The words we had exchanged I've loved you since the 900s The brush that I had given him
Tomorrow: Spamano--Alternative Fluff, Part 2NOTE: This is the alternative fluffy ending to part 1 (obviously xD). See link in the description for the first part :3Tomorrow: Spamano--Alternative Fluff, Part 2 in Romance More Like This
Quadruple-checking that no one was around him, Lovino buried his head into his arms, and allowed himself a few tears. Dammit, it was true, wasn't it? No one liked him, let alone Antonio. That stupid bastardo. Actually, Lovino himself was also an idiot; he had let himself believe that perhaps Antonio cared; perhaps he had a shot at love He knew better, now. He would lock away his heart from now on; there was no need for love, or Antonio. The stupid bastardo could go with his equally idiotic friends, and Lovino wouldn't give a
Great. Wonderful. He was even hearing voices now.
Why won't my brain shut up?!
A shiver ran down Lovino's spine. He didn't think that he could imagine the feel of Antonio lifting his chin up.
The chains that Lovino had imagined binding his heart instantaneously lacerated as he stared into A
Hate: SuFin OneshotBerwald hates me.Hate: SuFin Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
Why else would he glower at me peevishly every time we make eye contact?
Why else would he only reply in grunts and unintelligible mumbles whenever I talk to him?
But sometimes, Berwald will show sporadic acts of kindness, and those capricious deeds will have me wishing with every fiber of my being that I could tell him, right then and there, that I love him.
I recall the night we ran away from Matthias together, and how he had covered me with his blanket until he was sure that I was warm.
I flashback to the day where he had arbitrarily called me his 'wife,' even though I'm sure that he had only been joking. I had blushed SOOOO badly
Then I remember looking up into his face after all of those special moments, and how he would always be cantankerously scowling down at my figure, which is tiny, compared to his towering height.
Yep, he hates me, doesn't he?
I sigh morosely. Berwald, if only you knew
Lies: Spamano OneshotLovino Vargas watched Antonio's sulky figure trudging steadily away from his house. He slammed the front door. Hard. Dammit. Why couldn't he ever be honest? Why did it always end with him insulting Antonio? Antonio had gotten really hurt this time, too.Lies: Spamano Oneshot in Romance More Like This
He threw himself onto the couch, and then got up off of it, remembering the countless of times that he and Antonio had sat on it together. In fact, everything in the house reminded him of Antonio.
Lovino picked up the phone (inwardly cringing, remembering the many times that he had called Antonio on it, usually to yell at him), and called his stupid younger brother, in hopes that his childishness and wimpy rambling would make him feel better, or make him explode with even more rage. Either way, it'd get his mind off of Antonio.
"Pronto?" Feliciano Vargas answered.
"Hey, stupid little brother"
"Veh~! Oh, it's you, big brother! Listen; I'll call you back later, I'v
Isolated: Snapped!Iceland OneshotIn my house, there is a large, framed picture of the five of us.Isolated: Snapped!Iceland Oneshot in Horror More Like This
Actually, there are many photos of us five. Six, if you want to count that half-sized little twit.
Even in photos, it's noticeable.
Maybe that's what instigated my decision. The pictures. I don't know. To borrow an overused phrase, I don't know anything anymore.
I think it was just too much. This feeling just built up and accumulated over time.
Take, for example, last week.
"Berwald. Tino. Hi," I had greeted, stepping into their house.
"Peter!! Don't- no, STOP!" yelped Tino, rushing past me to tend to his 'son.'
"Busy, huh, Berwald?" I remarked, but that had gone unheard as well.
"L'sten t' y'r m'm, P'ter," he had grumbled amusingly, quietly doting over his nitwit of a son from a distance.
Ok, I get that when your kid's trying to set the curtains on fire, it might be one of the few acceptable times to ignore your houseguest. But afterwards as well?
I felt about as welcome in their home as a cockroa
Fiction: PruHun OneshotNOTE: This oneshot is loosely based off of the song 'Fiction' by B2ST. If you want to check the song out, see the description ^^Fiction: PruHun Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
Gilbert didn't really like to talk about it, but he owned a couple of journals. If you wanted to be difficult, then yes, you could refer to them as 'diaries.' Of course, he hadn't written in any of them for years. He was too awesome to be writing in some sissy thing like that.
Another thing Gilbert didn't like to talk about was Elizaveta. In fact, he didn't even like to think about Elizaveta.
Lately, he couldn't help it, though. Ever since Liz had left him for that that insufferable Roderich, his thoughts had begun to arbitrarily drift into memories, recollections, and fantasies about her. He realized that he had spent a whole week trying to recall the exact shade and style of her hair. He struggled to remember the exact hue of her spring green eyes, and that beautiful, wry smile; the smile that would always manifes
Tomorrow: SpamanoNOTE: For all you fluff fans out there, there is an alternative fluff ending part 2 (link is in the description). However, this works as a oneshot as well, in my opinion...Tomorrow: Spamano in General Fiction More Like This
Today is going to be the day. I will definitely tell him today, for sure. No more excuses. No more putting it off.
This was Lovino Vargas's resolution as he grabbed his backpack, and walked out of his house to school.
Lovino was in love with that bastardo, that Antonio. He loved his beautiful, tan face, his twinkling green eyes, and his luscious chocolate hair. Hell, he loved everything about Antonio.
He could never fathom if Antonio liked him back or not. Sometimes, he and Antonio would stay up late into the night, talking about something or the other through the use of instant messaging. At other times, Antonio seemed to find Lovino negligible, a shadow in the dark.
Lovino hated to show weakness, but he could never stand it whenever Antonio ignored him. Part of his
Lonely: IcelandxReaderLonely.Lonely: IcelandxReader in Drama More Like This
It's a word that Emil has known for all his life.
He lives it everyday.
Sure, he was part of the five fabulous Nordics. But he was the isolated islander, the extra. The one that was always left out. The other Nordics had each otherBerwald and Tino were always a pair, and even his brother, Lukas, routinely abandoned him for Matthias.
All he got was the talking puffin.
Therefore, it was in complete understanding that he wasn't looking forward to meeting ______________, a new Nordic micro-nation. After all, it was inevitable that she'd discard him like his fellow Nordics did.
"C'mon, Emil!!" came a voice from outside his front door. "Hurry up!! Let's go meet her!!"
Sighing dejectedly, Emil had no choice but to open the door, and follow Matthias, Tino, and Berwald to Lukas's house, where she'd be staying for the time being.
"LUUUUKAAAASSSS~!!!!" sang Matthias, "WE'RE HEEEEREEEE!!!!!"
The foursome were treated to the sight of Lukas rolling his eyes, as he opened
Concertmistress: AustriaxReaderNOTE: If you're not an orch dork (or band geek, or maybe even choir person) , or you don't get orch dork (or band geek/choir person @_@) terminology, you may have some trouble understanding all of the story xDConcertmistress: AustriaxReader in Romance More Like This
Fidgeting in your seat, you picked up your violin bow, mentally running through the song again. You fingered the hard ebony fingerboard on your violin, your nervousness making disgusting sweat mark imprints on the shiny surface. This was the big day. The playing test. The day to prove that you could move up from your current seat as first violin, fifth chair. You had locked yourself in your room to practice for hours everyday on the song you were to be tested on. You had carefully listened to the four players in front of you during rehearsal, analyzing and evaluating their playing. The second through fourth chairs you were sure you could beat. There was just one worryRoderich.
Roderich was the musical genius exchange student from Austria, the country of Mozart and ot
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
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
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
ItalyxReader: Making PastaIt was summertime, and you were vacationing with your family in Venice, Italy. You were supposed to be spending time with your grandparents, who lived on a huge property in the Italian countryside. It was supposed to be great fun and all, but you knew you would probably just end up bored in your room, watching Italian dramas.ItalyxReader: Making Pasta in Short Stories More Like This
A week into the trip, you'd spent most of your time wandering around their big house, occasionally being introduced to Grandma's various friends and their grandchildren. Besides that, no one paid very much attention to you.
That afternoon, your parents and grandparents had left the house to go to a wine tasting. You were alone in the house. Again. You sighed. Another afternoon of trying to decode Italian soap operas, you thought.
But as you padded sock-footed towards the loft, you heard noises coming from the kitchen. Suddenly terrified, you stood stone-still. It sounded like pots and pans being taken out of the cupboards?
Oh gosh, you thought, not mov
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
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: 10 Song Challenge MemeRules:Spamano: 10 Song Challenge Meme in Romance More Like This
1. Pick a character, fandom, pairing, friendship, whatever.
2. Put your music program on shuffle/random and start playing songs.
3. For each song, write something inspired by the song related to the theme you chose earlier. You only have the song length. No pre-planning and no writing after the song is over. No skipping songs either.
4. Do 10 songs and post. Make sure to include the song name/artist.
1. I'll See You In My Dreams - Ingrid Michaelson
It was a quiet night.
Unlike most, the Spaniard and the Italian weren't necking against the wall or rolling around under the covers. Instead, they both lay draped across each other on the old green couch in Antonio's living room. Neither was asleep, but they were both close enough to it that they were nearly dozing off. Every so often Antonio spoke, trying to convey his love once more. But Lovino hushed him.
"Let's just lay together, okay?"
Antonio smiled and burrowed himself into Lovino's chest. He didn't break the silence anymore. S
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.
DenNor: Forgotten Part 3I wake up.DenNor: Forgotten Part 3 in General Fiction More Like This
That's it. One moment there is nothing, and then the next I'm awake. That's it.
There's a dull throbbing in my head. No, not dull. The longer I remain in existence the more prominent it becomes. I feel my eyes clenching shut against the ache.
My eyes. I don't want to, but I open them.
In an instant my senses are flooded with images. The pounding in my skull quickens, and I shut my eyes immediately against the pain. Ah. The darkness is nice and minimal, and for a few minutes I rest.
But then I'm curious. I take a cautious sniff to the air. Alcohol, I decide. The medical kind.
How do I know that?
Ever so slowly this time I pry my eyes open once more. They take a moment to focus (I have the feeling they haven't been open for a while) but when they do I find that I have a pretty clear view of the room I'm in. It's very...white. I appear to be lying down in a...a bed. Its called a bed. There are patches of black and grey, like on the TV in the corner (that stands for t
Sweet Dreams: GerIta Oneshot"DOITSU, DOITSU!! GERMANY, GERMANY!!!"Sweet Dreams: GerIta Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
I groaned. For Gott's sake, it was 5 A.M. What now?
"What is it?" I said to the little head that was peeping into my bedroom. "And didn't I say to call me 'Vatti?'"
The door opened wider, flooding the night with light from the hall. "I know," said the tiny voice, "but Mommy calls you that "
I sighed. 'Mommy' was lying next to me, passed out like he normally was. Charging tanks cannot wake him up when he's tiredbelieve me, I know from experience. Since he was unlikely to wake up, I was left dealing with our child on my own.
I heard whimpering coming from the door. "Come here, now," I said softening. "What is it?"
"Well " the little voice squeaked, "I had a nightmare "
The child whimpered, and then buried her head into my chest.
"I DREAMED THAT THERE WAS NO MORE PASTA OR WURST LEFT!!!!"
I tried to stifle a snort. This was the nightmare?
"That would be bad," I said awkwardly.
She looked up at me expectantly. What?
Spain Always Wins: Spamano Camping Trip Oneshot"How much longer, bastardo?" Lovi said impatiently.Spain Always Wins: Spamano Camping Trip Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
"Just a bit more!" Antonio replied cheerfully.
"Which just means that you really have no clue?"
"Lovi, all that matters is that you're here with me, mi amor." Antonio draped his right arm around Lovino's neck, other hand still on the steering wheel.
"BASTARDO! STOP! BOTH HANDS ON THE WHEEL! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US?!" Lovino grasped Antonio's arm, and threw it off of him, giving him a death glare. Antonio smirked, but did as Lovino told.
"I don't even know why I bothered to agree to go," Lovino mumbled peevishly. Antonio's smile brightened. Lovino was so adorable when he was in denial.
Antonio parked the car on the dirt road. They stepped out of the car. Antonio took a deep breath, "Ah! Smell that fresh air!"
"Something better than the smell of you," Lovi said. "Let's unpack our stuff," he ran to the trunk and carried bags of food.
"Can you grab the sleeping bags?" Antonio asked.
Request: RomanoxReader: Bruises"Care to have some beer, __________?" Ludwig asked.Request: RomanoxReader: Bruises in Romance More Like This
"No! She obviously prefers tea!" Arthur butted in.
"Who needs those when you have vodka!" Ivan said.
There was a party at your house tonight, and you were the center of attention. You enjoyed the exciting atmosphere of it, and especially savored it because it was only rarely that your boyfriend allowed such events.
"Oi! Bastards get away!" Lovino said shoving them away from you.
"It's fine, Lovi. But I just want some soda guys," you said to your friends. Alfred jumped down from who knows where holding a glass.
"Here, _________! Nice and cold!" he said.
"Thanks," you took the cup and drank. These get-togethers were a lot of fun. Seeing all of your friends and hanging out was nice. Lovino scooted closer to you and put a protective arm around your shoulder.
"Now that you had a drink, how about a scone," Arthur offered.
"Get that crap away from her!" Lovino whacked the scone away. Arthur looked at him for a moment in mild surpr
Healing The Broken SmileLudwig used to always wonder why Feliciano smiled.Healing The Broken Smile in Romance More Like This
A lot of the time he was carefree, happy, joyful, sweet, caring, and considerate. He was bubby and kind, and always had a smile on his face. He was bouncy and energetic, and acted as if there was nothing to ever fear or to be hurt over.
Ludwig wondered how he could be like that.
Feliciano had grown up in an abusive household in a little place just outside of Florence, Italy. He was the younger brother of a set of twins, with a superstitious mother who insisted that the twins were a bad omen, two demons that would ultimately bring about her demise. She insisted they be sent away, and when their father didn't comply, she would recklessly try to harm them. Feliciano and his twin brother still both have many scars from what had happened, scars that were always in plain sight.
One specifically, across his left cheek.
It was faded, yes, a vague trace of what it once was. Tanned, almost non-existent it was. But it was there. And Ludwig always
Hope Was HereEver since I was born, my parents knew I would never live long.Hope Was Here in Romance More Like This
Matthew sat in the library quietly, immersed in the fictional illusion of the story. Images and pictures were swirling around his mind, a small smile on his face as he flipped the page. He felt like he could hear the voices speaking in his head, feel the wind on his face and hair, it all felt real to him. He shifted in his position in the chair, as he rested his head on his knuckles, letting his blond locks fall into his face. His violet eyes continued to be lost in the words.
He was almost finished.
The doctors told them that I would likely die in my early twenties, at the latest. Though, they also said I could die any time, really.
The time had passed quickly, and by the end of the book the boy was sobbing in his hands, letting the tears roll down his cheeks. Well, there was another amazing book done and complete. That had been a tearjerker for sure.
Matthew realized he spent a lot of his days
:HBD: Fun Like FireworksMatthew's hand felt soft in his own.:HBD: Fun Like Fireworks in Romance More Like This
Gilbert smiled lightly as he walked down the populated entryways of the amusement park, chatter and merriment swirling around them. The weather was hot, but not overly so, and it wouldn't have mattered to Gilbert anyway. It could've been one hundred degrees or forty degrees, and he would've held his boyfriend's hand anyway.
Matthew didn't seem to mind either.
They walked through the park, Matthew's violet eyes examining the surroundings with interest. There was a small smile on his lips, taking in all the sights and sounds, the festivities and music, and the laughter and the screaming. It was really interesting to see Matthew's eyes lit up so brightly, and Gilbert was glad he'd brought him here.
"Wanna go there?" Gilbert said, stopping him and pointing to a tall rollercoaster, a moderately long line, but looked quite the fun. Matthew tilted his head a bit, and then nodded.
"Alright, you're on!"
The Canadian practically dragged the albino after him.
Masquerade, Love, and Sunshine*~~*~~*Masquerade, Love, and Sunshine in Romance More Like This
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a happy husband and wife, with their single son.
Their son's name was Antonio, who, like his parents, was always open minded and smiling. His hair was a chocolate brown color, with dark, emerald color eyes. Antonio was always very obedient, and he loved his parents greatly. Being the only child, Antonio often got lonely, however he tried his best to accept whatever he had. Life was good for the growing teen, but he didn't know his life was about to change.
It all began when his father died. Antonio's mother was distraught and heartbroken. She wept for days, as did Antonio. Even so, the teen tried his best to keep his cheerful personality in order, but when he mother remarried, that's when things really began to go downhill.
This new man, his stepfather, was wretched, horrid; an aristocrat who thought Antonio was nothing more than a nuisance. His new, 'brothers' also thought Antonio was nothing but a brat who'd had it too go
:RQ: From Here to There~~~Eight Years Old~~~:RQ: From Here to There in General Fiction More Like This
"Hey kid! Pass the ball will ya~?" a nine-year-old albino child called.
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, a new boy from Spain looked down at the ball at his feet. His curly chocolate hair was as messy as ever, as his emerald eyes sparkled. He bent down, holding the ball in his smaller hands. He looked over to the child who called. Smiling, he threw the ball.
"There you go~!" he sang.
The other child grinned back, but didn't pick the ball up at first. He looked down and slowly picked it up.
"Thanks " he paused, holding out his hand, "Wanna play?"
Antonio was a bit surprised at first, but nodded.
"Seguro! Lo que está tocando?" Antonio replied, not thinking about the fact that he was speaking in Spanish.
The albino child gave him the strangest look, "What?"
"Lo si- I'm sorry. I'd love to. What are you playing?" he corrected.
"We're going to play a game of dodge ball, are you in?" the albino asked, grin widening.
"Sí~! I mean yes!"
Game Guard - PrologueMy hands are shaking as I write.Game Guard - Prologue in Romance More Like This
I don't know how much time I have left. I really don't. My heart is pounding, and I can hear voices of the men calling my name. The echoing is flashing through my mind, and I all I can do is pray that you find this.
Birdie, when (if) you get this, don't you dare cry. If I find out you cried, you'll be in trouble okay? You need to listen carefully to the instructions I write here, it's the only chance that you and your brother will escape all right, that is my main goal here.
When you receive this letter, immediately get your brother. He is in the fifth door on the left on the sixth floor. The door with be locked, but enclosed with the letter is the keycard. Open the door and take him with you. From there, I want you to head back down to the second floor, go to the first door on the right. In there, I want you to grab the flash drive that should be in the bottom left drawer. If it's locked, the key will be behind the painting of the two children holdi
Promises AgoTwo children held hands at the door, watching the rain pour down on the gloomy road. Outside there was a car parked, and two men talking, waving their hands excitedly, as if something magnificent and great had happened, which it hadn't, mind you.Promises Ago in General Fiction More Like This
The shorter child, though only by a bit, had tears in his hazel eyes, and his teeth were gritted together tightly, as if he were trying to hide any bit of sadness that was oozing out of him. He was failing, miserably, however.
The taller child was somber, his violet eyes barely revealing any emotion. He was distraught, as he clenched the other boy's hand tighter, as if trying to tell him that it was okay, even though he knew it wasn't. He didn't bother trying to stop the tear that rolled down his cheek.
Their hearts stopped as the one man turned around, and motioned for the taller to come over, and that it was time to go. The smaller boy let out a choked sob, before letting his emotions break, and pulling the taller into a hug.
:RQ: Just How Much I Love YouIt was time to run.:RQ: Just How Much I Love You in Romance More Like This
The brunette child ran through the forest, trying desperately to lose his pursuers. A snap of a stick, and he tripped. His heart raced as he picked himself back up and began to advance forward again, only to be stopped by multiple hands reaching out and grabbing his collar and arms. He let out a cry as he was hauled backwards.
"Thought you could outrun us eh, Vargas?"
The child struggled, but was held firm. The boy's breath picked up and was shaken violently.
"Thought you put a hurting on us huh? Well you're wrong," the old child sneered.
It was true; he had beaten him up, but only to protect his brother. Wouldn't they do the same? It didn't matter. He was slung to the ground. He cried out again.
"Let's show him what happens when he messes with us huh guys?"
The child clenched his eyes shut, knowing the pain was about to come. The older children began to kick him roughly. He bit his tongue until he tasted blood in his mouth to keep from screaming. He wasn't about
Goodnight, Feli"Ludwig, can you tell me a story before I go to bed?"Goodnight, Feli in Romance More Like This
Ludwig Beilschmidt looked over at the Italian curiously as the question escaped his lips. He closed his book and set it on the nightstand, folding his glasses and setting them on top.
"Feliciano, I thought you were asleep."
"I can't be asleep if I was never asleep to begin with. So will you help me by telling me a story~?"
The German sighed, knowing that there was no way he could deny him what he wanted. He knew that he couldn't sleep unless he did so, so he nodded slowly. "What story do you want me to tell you?"
The answer didn't help much, Ludwig noted as he tried to think of a story. There were plenty of stories in German history that he could tell him, but what would set him to sleep?
He rose from the bed and walked over to the bookshelf located conveniently in the corner. Ludwig ran his finger over the spines of the books, trying to find the proper title he was looking for. He found a specific one, and nodded as he
The Darkness Within: OneFeliciano Vargas sat in his office quietly, listening to the sound of the soft click the clock made. He dared to take a glance at it. 8:20 it read. He frowned, ten more grueling minutes he had to wait before going home. Feliciano sighed. It wasn't all bad; he had the whole house to himself. The Italian began spacing out, his mind drifting in and out of consciousness. The brunette thought about his brother in Spain, visiting Antonio on vacation and how he might be doing. His mind then drifted to his friend Ludwig. Feliciano was always a troublemaker, but yet the blond put up with him. He smiled at the thought. Then there was Gilbert, who was worse that him. And finally Kiku, yes, Kiku was one of his quieter friends. The Asian boy always kept a straight face through everything. But he was a very good friend nonetheless. Finally, he glanced at the clock again and sprang up. It was finally time to go home! The brunette gathered his things together and rushed out, resulting in running faceThe Darkness Within: One in Scraps More Like This
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?
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
Of Tomatoes and Love 2Once the Spaniard named Antonio was gone, the Englishman Arthur wasted no time in making himself a cup of tea and settling down in his favourite armchair. He slowly drank his tea and congratulated himself on a spell well done. Arthur liked these calm serene moments and it was one of the few times he actually smiled.Of Tomatoes and Love 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But his happiness was short lived when his assistant, Alfred, came running into the room shouting Arthur's name over and over.
"What is it you git!?" the Englishman snapped at him.
"I think something went wrong with the spell " Alfred said.
"What do you mean?" Arthur asked, confused.
"Well, y'see, I was looking at the magic circle we used for that guy and I noticed something." Alfred said.
" Go on," the Englishman urged.
"When I looked closer I saw a bit of ketchup on it from the burger I ate earlier " Arthur's eyes widened. "And, uh, I think we created two existences instead of one "
The Time Was WW I part 3Day 8The Time Was WW I part 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This past week has been one of the most tiring in my entire life. I wasn't able to take Feliciano on runs because to do so would be suicide, but we did many other exercises. I was able to teach him how to fire the rifle and we had plenty of target practice with all the rodents running around in the trenches. He finally has decent aim, but he could be better. He knows how to feed the bullets into the machine guns but refuses to learn how to actually use one. I've shown him a diagram of how to throw a grenade, but I'm not sure if he can actually pull it off in real life.
Note, all of this was accompanied by constant complaints, asking for a break, asking for a siesta, and asking for pasta. Every. Five. Minutes. It really tried my patience, but I was able to make it through. Somehow...
Feliciano has been under my constant care and supervision since my bruder told me to train him for
War Kills LoveI'd never expect to have it end like this. My body, covered in bloodshed. Pain is crawling everywhere around me. "Doitsu! DOITSU!" Feliciano was running over to where I was lying and fell on top of me. "Doitsu, please don't fade away from me yet, please! We had a future together! Please, stay longer for me, please..." His face was covered in dirt and tears. As a man of pride, I would've told him to not worry about me and to go on, but this was Feliciano. He would never take no as an answer. "I...will try..." I managed to say. I wasn't gonna say anything more so I wouldn't have to break his poor hope apart. I knew I was fading fast. I knew I was going up with him, soon. "Italy, stay with me, please. Maybe if they see you here they'll take me in and make me better." Talking had hurt so I didn't say another word. "You know I will, Germany. I will always stay with you." I tried hard not to fall asleep, not yet, I have to see his face before I go. "Germany, remember the time when we were boWar Kills Love in Settings More Like This
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Ludwig walked along the cobble-stone road towards his home. He fumbled with the brown paper grocery bags he held in both hands. He was afraid that the contents would fall out and land on the floor. He silently cursed the shop he had come from for not having made the upgrade to plastic bags.
This would have been much easier if these bags had handles. Is Heracles that poor? He thought to himself. He immediately regretted the cruel thought ever passing his mind.
Heracles shop, Karpusi's Greece, had many customers, despite it being a very small shop. His shop always had fresh fruit and vegetables, with fine cuts of meat (and no one had reported getting food poisoning or mad cow disease from his shop yet) and welcoming cashiers. It was also affordable for big families (which was good for him considering that he only lived with his brother Gilbert).
Heracles had finally realized his dreams after Hetalia School, and Ludwig was happy for him.
Now that he really thought about
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Feliciano picked at unseen lint on his shirt. His body shook with fear. He was afraid that Orazio might have noticed the shaking, but he refused to look up, unwilling to meet the cold violet eyes.
Ludwig, noticing Feli's body language, grasped the Italian's right hand with his left. Feli turned to him in surprise. "Are you okay?" Ludwig mouthed. Feli nodded slightly.
"Grazie." Feli mouthed back. Ludwig furrowed his brows in confusion.
"What for?" he whispered.
"For staying with me," Feli replied in the same hushed tone. "Normally, people would have instantly abandoned me, but you stayed."
Ludwig gave him a small smile. "Of course I did. There's no way I'm leaving you here alone with this nut job. The guy is obviously crazy. You can't handle him by yourself. No offense, but you're really weak."
"Ve~ None taken. It's the truth anyway," Feli paused for a moment, looking as though he were trying to figure out what to say next. After about a minute he turned to the
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Ludwig sat on the opposite side of the large table at Kiku and Heracles reception party. He stared at his older brother with a look of disgust as he watched him devour a plate of lamb burgers complete with some Greek sauce called "Tzatziki". He had to look away for a moment when his brother began to speak, allowing him to see a full view of the dead animal rolling around in his mouth.
Matthew noticed Ludwig's discomfort and sighed. "Gilbert, don't speak with your mouth full. Should I really be telling you this? You're already twenty-eight years old."
Gilbert swallowed the meat in his mouth and smiled. "Sorry hon. Forgot."
"It's alright. Just don't do it again eh? I'm pretty sure you're brother doesn't enjoy watching you eat a large pound of lamb."
Gilbert turned to look at his younger brother and grinned. "Sorry bruder," he sneered. Ludwig scoffed. "No, really bruder! I am truly sorry."
"I'm so sure," Ludwig mumbled under his breath. Gilbert only stu
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Arthur cursed under his breath. He crossed his arms and sat back in the leather seat. Alfred continued to smile though, completely forgetting about the traffic around them.
Alfred was smiling, alright, but it wasn't his usual smile. It was a smile that reached his eyes. It was a smile that made him feel as though his face was splitting in two. It was the type of smile a proud parent gave his teenager when they had done something amazing.
Alfred had just come to learn that Arthur had accomplished his dream. He had become a rock star (or maybe he should say a pop star because that's what he was). Arthur had always bragged about becoming a star and Alfred had to admit that at some point, he didn't believe that he could do it. But after he had slapped himself multiple times for doubting Arthur, he gave him his full support. He grinned again.
Arthur looked out of the corner of his eyes at his lover. He smiled at him when he thought he wasn't looking. The truth was, A
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Feli ran towards the door. He reached for the knob and turned it. It didn't turn. He slightly cursed as he pulled out his keys and inserted them into the keyhole. He turned the lock and quickly headed into the apartment room.
He closed the door behind him and locked it. He headed towards the living room and turned on the light. His eyes widened as he stared at the spectacle in front of him.
Lovino looked up from the couch at the surprised Feliciano standing there in the hallway.
"Fuck." Lovino said, shocked and angry that he had allowed himself to get caught in this type of situation. Antonio looked up after noticing that Lovino wasn't as "into" it as he had been. He noticed Feli standing there.
"Oh. Hello Feli," He said as he smiled. "Something we can help you with?"
Feli shook his head. He actually wished that the two of them would continue what had been doing so that he could go to his room without the situation becoming awkward, but their attention was completely foc
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Ludwig had to get his keys. They were in his pocket. He could have easily gotten it, but he didn't want to ask the young Italian to hold the grocery bags he had in his hands for him. Feli had already been through enough today, he didn't want to make him do more.
Ludwig had met Feliciano Vargas and the way home from a shopping trip. Feli had been ganged up upon by thugs. They were very close to raping the poor boy. If Ludwig hadn't shown up at that moment He shook his head. He didn't want to think about what could have happened. He was only going to focus on the positives.
Feli was silent behind him even though he'd been talking up to this point (not that he minded. He was cute when he talked). Ludwig looked over his shoulder at him. "Feli? What's wrong?" he asked.
Feli had kept his eyes on the ground as he walked. He looked up at him hesitantly. "I-I won't break you know."
He now had Ludwig's full attention.
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Arthur could feel himself shaking as he stared at the airplane outside the giant airport window.
He's coming home today. He thought to himself excitedly. Alfie's coming home today!
Alfred F. Jones (the man he was waiting for) had gone off to help in the war effort four months ago. Arthur had had many friends before (and still had them mind you!) but Alfred was the one person that truly understood him.
Arthur could never understand how Alfred was able to tell when his smile was genuine or fake but it was one of the reasons why Arthur had grown so close to him.
The truth was that Arthur wanted to be closer. In the time that they had known each other, Arthur had grown to love him. A lot. So much so that even Alfred's presence brightened up his day. As if he was surrounded by darkness and Alfred had come in and flicked the light on.
Arthur quickly looked down at his hands aft
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Feliciano flew through the hospital doors at a breakneck pace. His tear-filled eyes scanned the room frantically before landing on the receptionist's desk. He quickly made his way to the blonde man at the desk and slammed his hands against the counter in order to gain his attention.
The blonde jumped with surprise before smiling at the frantic Italian. "Oui. What may I do for you sir?"
"My brother is here! I need to see him!" he cried. "What room is he in? Tell me what room he's in! Why won't you tell me? I need to see him now!!"
"Alright. Please calm down mon ami," the blonde said in a calming voice. "What is his name?"
"Lovino Vargas." Feli answered.
"Hmm. I see," he hummed as he typed. He looked up at the Italian and smiled. "And what is your name?"
Feli was taken aback by the unexpected question but answered anyway. "Feliciano, but all my friends call me Feli."
"Would you mind if I called you Feli?"
Feli shrugged. "Ve. I-I guess it would
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Johnny just could not keep the scowl off of his face. He hated him. He hated him so much. He had been sitting offstage, coughing and sneezing, for three hours now. THREE! The audience just could not get enough of the band onstage. The band he was a part of. He balled his hands into fists as he watched the group begin to finish their sixth song.
Actually, he was watching the lead singer, Arthur Kirkland. He just couldn't stop staring at him. At his messy blonde hair. At his beautiful emerald eyes. At his luscious pink lips and his fine tuned ass. He closed his eyes and forced himself to stop brooding long enough to listen to his beloved's amazing voice. He could feel himself beginning to smile.
That is, until he heard another voice harmonizing with his. A voice that didn't belong to the other band members. His eyes snapped open and rested on the tall blonde that was singing alongside Arthur. He scowled.
He just could not stop hating him. Alfred F. Jones. Th
Why now? Ch 2Francis Kurokawa walked back into the teachers' lounge, unscathed. He slowly walked over to his desk and sat down. He threw his head back and stretched out his legs. He then put his hand on his heart, breathing heavily. His heart was beating rapidly and he was sure the other teacher's could hear its thumping.Why now? Ch 2 in Romance More Like This
One teacher looked up from his computer screen and noticed Francis had returned. He smiled as he turned towards the other teacher's.
"Hey guys!" he yelled. "The ol' flirts back!" all of the teachers turned around at the sound of the announcement. They smiled and began to applaud Francis in a mocking fashion. They then arose, giving him a mock standing ovation.
Francis raised his middle finger and waved it around, fingering as many clapping teachers as he could. They only laughed in response.
The teacher that had alerted the others walked up to the tired Frenchman and gave him a pat on the back. "So," he said j
PresenceGermany crawled into bed, pulled the covers over himself, and waited for sleep. It was no use. He couldn't even get comfortable. He felt bruised and battered, mentally at least, from a long and exhausting day. So many things were going wrong, he barely had control over anything anymore...Presence in Romance More Like This
The ticking of his clock next to the bed continued, on and on, until he had no idea how long he'd been lying there, exhausted yet unable to sleep. He did, however, hear the quiet click of the door opening and the soft pad of bare feet on the floor.
The mattress bent with a slight creaking of springs, the covers rustled, and a familiar source of warmth settled next to him. Italy, he thought, but kept his eyes closed, pretending to sleep, not wanting to have to deal with an overly excitable nation in his state.
For a few minutes, there was nothing but quiet breathing from beside him. Then the sheets rustled, and Germany felt something on his face -
Hands. Those hands that so many times he'd watched pain
MorningAs soon as he woke up, Germany could tell, judging by the warmth and feeling of the sheets beside him, that he was not alone in the bed. And he was pretty certain - one hundred percent certain, in fact - that the person lying next to him was named Feliciano Vargas, more commonly known as Italy Veneziano, and very probably had no clothes on at the moment.Morning in Romance More Like This
Germany let out an audible groan. If he was able to tell from the moment he awoke, and if he wasn't even the slightest bit surprised, that meant that he was getting used to it. And getting used to having a naked Italian in his bed every morning meant his life was getting very strange indeed.
He lay there for a moment, listening to the happy little snores coming from beside him. Germany had no idea how a snore could even sound happy, but if anyone could pull it off, it was Italy. Finally he sat up and risked a glance to his left, praying that the other nation at least had the covers pulled over him...
Well, that was a relief.
Mistaken for DeadA/N: In World Series ep. 39, Italy gets shot from a car into the sky and Germany freaks out, completely, so I decided to write an ending to it. I've seen it done before, but not very realistically, so this is my take on it, while trying to keep it more canon.Mistaken for Dead in General Fiction More Like This
Oh, btw, in the anime it mentions he was picked up after maybe half an hour by some random passersby, but I decided to have it Germany just cause.
Italy was not in the best of situations right now. He was covered in scratches and bruises from excess contact at high speeds with a lot of unduly sharp tree branches, he was literally hanging by the seat of his pats from one of said tree branches, and the ground looked hard and unforgiving and very far off. All in all, he'd been in better places before.
"Germany... help..." Italy wished he could shout, but he was too bruised and tired, and the unfortunate position he was in meant that his lung capacity was rather severely diminished.
AbsenceGermany woke up quite suddenly and immediately felt like something was wrong. The bed felt cold, the room was too silent, and even the tilt of the mattress felt different.Absence in General Fiction More Like This
Then he realized - he was alone. More precisely, Italy wasn't lying next to him.
Germany felt a surge of relief. Had the other nation finally decided to pay attention to his lecturing? Had he finally realized that sleeping in someone else's bed just wasn't something you did unless you were - unless that person was your - well, anyway, maybe he'd finally started to listen.
But another part of Germany's mind felt somehow... bereft, or something, missing the noise of Italy's breathing next to him, the warmth he provided, the way he would mumble in his sleep sometimes...
That was ridiculous. He was a military man, practical and straightforward, and yet here he was, missing the sensation of someone sleeping next to him? Someone responsible for ninety percent of his headaches, someone whom he'd yelled at every m
Drunken ComplicationsThis was definitely a bad idea.Drunken Complications in General Fiction More Like This
Feliciano was on his third beer by now, and Ludwig was regretting ever having listened to Gilbert. Hey, West! You have to come drinking with me sometime - oh, and bring Feliciano too, why not? Why had he ever thought that listening to his deranged brother was a good idea?
"Hey. Hey." Feliciano was poking him in the knee. "Hey Ludwig."
Ludwig sighed and tried to ignore Gilbert's loud, out-of-tune singing from the other side of the bar. "What is it?"
"If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together." Feliciano burst out laughing and took another gulp of beer.
It took Ludwig a moment to process what had just happened, and then his first thought was, Great, he's drunk already.
"Hey Ludwig." Another poke.
"Are you tired? Because you've been running through my mind all night long!"
Ludwig sighed and rested his forehead against the bar. Across the room, Gilbert was still singing at the top of his lungs.
"DISCO POGO, DINGALI
His Laughter Ch.1Laughter. It's known as one of Mother Nature's medicines. It's an essential to life along with love. Laughter connects us with others, like smiling. Most people find that laughter is contagious. Laughter is the very essence of life, the personification of joy and love in a way that is not unlike the representations of countries. Without it, life is dull and colorless, and thus, cannot exist.His Laughter Ch.1 in Horror More Like This
"Excellent . . ." A low, dark voice chuckled trailing off as the being examined its unconscious captive. Under its black cloak, a grin cracked across the entity's face before disappearing like mist into midnight air.
With lighting and thunder crashing and rain pouring down harshly, the Axis and Allies gathered in London to hold an urgent meeting concerning their economies. Unfortunately assembling eight nations who differed so greatly to cooperate with one another wasn't an easy task. Japan kept quiet while his brother China complained about Russia's gloating of his evil secret. It took
GermanyxItaly Keep Me In Your Memory"Don't !" The Italian cried.GermanyxItaly Keep Me In Your Memory in Romance More Like This
"I'm sorry, I don't have a choice." Ludwig said as he bent down to grab the handle of his bag.
"You can't!" Feliciano pled, fresh tears blinding him.
He reached out for the German in front of him and grasped onto his uniform, entangling his fingers in the fabric. "You can't leave me! You can't!" he continued to cry
Ludwig tightened his grip on his bag. He let out a shaky breath. Why did it have to be so hard?
"I'm sorry, Italy." He said plainly, trying to keep himself calm.
Ludwig continued walking but Feliciano's grip tightened, making it slightly harder for him to continue as if nothing was happening.
"I-I promise! I'll get up extra early to train if that will make you happy! I'll try to be stronger if that's what you want me to be! I'll be anything you want me to be! Just don't go!"
Ludwig squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep himself from getting teary eyed. He didn't realize how desperate the little Italian would be. He didn't say anyt
Why Italy loves his Germany1. He's my best friendWhy Italy loves his Germany in General Fiction More Like This
2. He's always there for me
3. He keeps me safe when I'm scared
4. Even though I don't like potatoes or wurst he's still a good cook (even if he's ashamed of it)
5. He has a beautiful smile
6. No one else knows me like he does.
7. Even though I whine all the time he puts up with me
8. He protects me since I'm too weak and cowardly to do anything myself.
9. He's really pretty!
10. Whenever he walks into the room everything instantly gets brighter
11. I like his hair!
12. He's really funny when he's drunk!
13. He's really warm
14. Underneath all that muscle and scariness he has a really big heart!
15. His eyes are beautiful
16. Even though it annoys him he still lets me sleep with him
17. I know he cares a lot about me
18. He'd never let me down
19. We might have had a bumpy start but we both put that behind us
20. He's kinda scary but he's really nice!
21. He gives good hugs!
22. Whenever my medication wears off and I start seeing everyone's scary face laughing a
Germany - At That Moment - Hetalia Short StoryThe sun in the sky shone brightly and caressed the fluffy, marshmallow-like clouds as they traveled slowly along the skyline of the mountains. The day had just begun and the air was crisp but it was still refreshing. It was my favorite part of the day when for once everything was calm and quiet; it meant that I didn't have to hear anything about pasta.Germany - At That Moment - Hetalia Short Story in General Fiction More Like This
This was my only time to have "me time", but as I thought about it I wondered why exactly I wanted time to myself. In fact, before World War I, I didn't have anyone. Everyday was time to myself. I would have thought that I would rather spend time with someone now that I finally could. After all, that's what I always wanted when I was sitting in that empty house. But I always put that wish to sleep; thinking that "friends" would help me get farther in life was laughable.
I continued walking around, taking calm, deep breathes as I went along, trying my hardest to relax. The sun started warming the air up little by little. It was a nice fee
Hetalia- GermanyxItaly: Crack FanfictionTECHNECLLY THIS ISN'T A FANFICTION. THIS IS REALLY A TEXT CONVERSATION RIGHT BEFORE OUR ANIME CLUB MEETING BETWEEN MY SEXAH FRIEND AND ME WHILE WE WERE PRETENDING TO BE ITALY AND GERMANY. ALSO IF YOU NOTICE ANY CHARACTER FLAWS DON'T BRING IT UP BECAUSE I HAVE ALREADY MOST LIKELY NOTICEDHetalia- GermanyxItaly: Crack Fanfiction in Humor More Like This
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North Italy- Germany! Do you have a mama? I bet you do and I bet she makes lots of tasty food like pasta! If you do have a mama, Germany, would it be okay with her/you if she gave me a ride after anime club?
Germany- Of course, Italy.
Italy- Thank you Germany! I love you so much!
Germany- I . love you too Italy.
Italy- GERMANY :''''D I LOVE YOU TOO!
Germany- Yeah yeah I know
Italy- I'll make you pasta now, Germany!
Germany- Good I'm hungry.
Italy- Okay, I'll fix it right up! Don't go running to France again, okay?
Germany- Fine I'll stay here and watch you make it
Italy- Okay! Here I go! I'll chop up your potatoes just like you li