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
Erased: A Depressing DenNor OneshotIt wasn't the best job in the world, but Lukas had to admit that the pay was nice.Erased: A Depressing DenNor Oneshot in Drama More Like This
He was a hired assassin.
Lukas made the perfect killer. When he killed, he slayed in cold blood, never looking back, never leaving a trace, and never missing his mark. He rarely showed or felt emotion, and his facial expression was ninety-nine percent of the time etched into a mask of casual nonchalance. Lukas's eyes were unfathomable crystals of amethyst purple ice; eyes that never gave away what he was thinking.
Until he met Matthias.
Matthias was Lukas's oppositeMatthias's electric blue eyes burned with a dancing blaze, and his face was always vivid with lively emotion. His hair stuck up everywhere, as if he had experienced an electrocution, contrary to Lukas's neat, straight tresses, save for the curl that jutted out to the right of his head. Matthias was never calm, never quiet; he always just had to be doing something.
He was the only person Lukas could feel emotion
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
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
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
Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 1WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE HORROR AND ARE LOOKING FOR FLUFF AND FLUFFINESS ONLY.Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 1 in Horror More Like This
Ah. Your first world meetingfinally, a chance to introduce yourself to the countries, and make your first impression with a 'bang.' Appearance was everything, after all. You had to seem powerful, or else the other countries would walk all over you for the rest of your existence.
You had been busy making allies. America? Check. China? Check. In fact, you could check just about every country present at the meeting. But there was one last world power, and he would be the hardest to speak to of all.
He seemed so lonely and forlorn. Hardly anyone dared to approach him. Everyone whispered of his cruelty and instability. The Baltics lived in constant fear of him. Other countries kept their distance. Not trying to be biased, you had planned to converse with him during today's world meeting, to see what he was really like, despite everyone's protests.
"Are you crazy?!" Alfred kept asking frantical
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
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
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: 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: 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
DenNor: Forgotten Part 4To the common person, Lukas seems unreadable. It's understandable. I had the same misconception when I was just getting to know him, as a little kid.DenNor: Forgotten Part 4 in General Fiction More Like This
But when you know him long enough, like I have, his emotions get a lot easier to comprehend. The tilt of his head shows his amusement, the knitting of his eyebrows tells you how pissed he is, and a few wrinkles around his eyes betrays the fact that internally, he's beaming. And I have always prided myself in being not only one of the few people who can read him so well, but also one of the few people who can inspire so much emotion in him.
But, when I walk into his hospital room, he is literally expressionless, as if someone has wiped his face clean.
He hasn't looked at me like that in years. I mean, at the very least I expect a look of mild irritation - I'm used to that. But when he looks at me, there's nothing in his eyes. At first I ignore it, and I throw myself at him, but even then his eyes only narrow in slight annoyance. Not even a
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
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
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
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
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.
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: 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!"
: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
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
The Way I AmHundreds of years have past since you took me. You came by and took me. I never understood why, why you were so kind to me. I was nothing but a spoiled foul-mouthed brat, but even so, you were kinder than I could have ever thought you to be. You called me cute, you tried your hardest to make me happy, you even saved me from Sadiq even though you knew you probably wouldn't win. Even in poverty, you had a smile plastered on your face. You knew I hated the way you acted towards me, you knew I hated how you always treated me like a child even after I grew up, you knew I wanted to be rid of you. But all of that was just a lie.The Way I Am in Fan Fiction More Like This
In my mind, I loved your bright smile, your compliments towards me, how you called me cute. You kept me, even though you asked for my brother, you still kept me. I really wanted to be kinder towards you, I really did. But my stupid pride wouldn't let me. I wanted to make you happy, I wanted to show you I wasn't useless, I wanted to show you I could be strong. But in t
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
Birdie and the Beast Chapter 1Author's Note: This story takes place in a kind of alternate universe which is basically in a "fairytale era" but has elements of the modern world such as the language and food. I replaced the Maurice character with Alfred who is Matthew's brother. Hetalia fans are probably wondering why I didn't use Arthur or Francis, but that's because I already have plans for themBirdie and the Beast Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mattie! Hey Mattie! Dude, come on, wake up!" a loud boisterous voice boomed.
"Mattie," better known as Matthew Williams, woke up with a start and glared at the source of his interrupted rest, also known as his annoying older twin, Alfred.
"Alfred, it's really early, why did you have to wake me up, eh?" he groaned, stifling a yawn.
"Sorry bro, but we're out of food. Can you please go down to the village and buy something to eat? I'm starving!" Alfred whined.
"You're always hungry. Can't you go yourself?"
"No can do, I'm busy with my research. Come on, please,
Birdie and the Beast Chapter 9 FINALMatthew wept over Gilbert's limp body. His heartbeat had not stopped and neither had his breath, but both were slowing.Birdie and the Beast Chapter 9 FINAL in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Francis, Arthur, Antonio, and Lovino looked sadly at each other and at the dead cornflower, knowing they were doomed to remain enchanted for the rest of their lives.
The rain continued to fall, yet as it fell, it began sparkling blue and pink, scattering light onto the balcony. Matthew looked up from Gilbert's chest and gasped in amazement when he saw the magical rain. He felt Gilbert's body shift from underneath him and Matthew withdrew from Gilbert as his body began to rise from the ground.
Tentatively, Matthew reached out to touch the rain and one of the falling lights hit his hand. It stung a little and Matthew was astonished to see the small cuts on his hand had healed.
Eyes wide in wonder, Matthew watched as Gilbert floated in the midst of the rain, his cloak swirling around him. Then, Gilbert's body emitted a bright golden glow that almost blinded Matthew. Mist
Birdie and the Beast Chapter 8"HE DID WHAT?" the servants yelled in shock when Arthur told them.Birdie and the Beast Chapter 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I afraid it's true." Arthur hung his head.
"The potato bastard just let him leave?!" Lovino shrieked.
"But 'e was so close to breaking the curse." Francis' lit candles went out as he took in the news.
"After all this time," Antonio sighed. "He finally learned to care for someone more than himself. He's finally learned to love."
Francis perked up at this. "Zere you go zen, zat should break ze spell!"
Antonio shook his head. "That's not enough. The conditions of the spell were that Gilbert had to fall in love and be loved in return. And I think the words have to be spoken aloud to each other."
As the enchanted objects were trying to console each other, Lovino slipped away. He certainly had a thing or two to tell Matthew if he thought he could get away that easily. As much as Lovino hated Gilbert (as well as just about everybody), he wanted Gilbert to break the spell (after all, being a coffee mug wa
Birdie and the Beast Chapter 5Not long after the argument with the Beast, Matthew began to get hungry. He hadn't eaten anything at all since breakfast, and the coffee had only pacified him for a little while. Remembering what Antonio said about maybe having maple syrup in the kitchens, Matthew decide to look around the castle to see if he could find the kitchens and maybe make himself something to eat.Birdie and the Beast Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Opening the door and peeking out, Matthew saw that the coast was clear and ventured out into the long hallway. On his way, he passed by a red curtain that hid Francis and Michelle the feather duster, who were both supposed to be guarding Matthew's room, but had ended up distracted. At least, Francis had.
"Francis! Stop groping me! You singed my feathers last time."
"Non, mon cherie, you are enjoying it, I know."
"You're an old pervert!"
"I'm not old! I am merely well-aged, like good wine."
"Get away from me!"
"Ohonhonhonhonhon." There was a loud smacking sound and Michelle flounced away from the curtain. Francis
Birdie and the Beast Chapter 6By the time, Matthew and Kumajiro rode past the castle gates a blizzard was beginning to form. Matthew's eyes and lips stung from the icy wind and snow blowing toward them. He urged Kumajiro on, hoping that they could at least get out of the forest before finding shelter.Birdie and the Beast Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Even if the servants had been nice, there was nothing that would make Matthew go back. It didn't matter, Matthew told himself. No one had bothered to try and remember his existence before, why should the people he left behind be any different? The Beast had probably already forgotten they had ever met.
Kumajiro's frantic pulling on the reigns tore Matthew out his thoughts. The two of them were surrounded by a pack of wolves that were slowly closing in on them.
Matthew leapt off of Kumajiro's back and spotted a dead tree nearby. He wrapped his arms around it and pulled it out the ground, hoping to threaten the wolves enough to make them go away. He hated to have to kill any of them, especially since he knew that w
Birdie and the Beast Chapter 4Author's note: One of the main differences between Gilbert and Disney's beast is that Gilbert's problem is narcissism rather than controlling his temper (that's Ludwig's problem)Birdie and the Beast Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Back in the village, Matthias was moping in the local tavern. He had already drunk several glasses of beer but he still couldn't forget the humiliation of being rejected by Matthew.
"I don't understand it, he was supposed to say yes. We would be the perfect couple. Heck, our names even sound similar. It was meant to be. How could he say no to me, the King? That boy has no idea what he's done." Matthias sulked into his glass. "No one ever says no to the King."
"That's absolutely right!" Peter piped up, in an attempt to cheer up Matthias. "Do you want me to refill your glass?"
"Might as well. Nothing like a beer to make you forget."
"Aw come on. He just doesn't realize how cool you are." Peter carefully avoided using any names due to not remembering who Matthew was. "Cheer up,
Birdie and the Beast Chapter 3Author's note: In this universe, homosexuality and gay marriage are accepted. And by the way, Matthew is just as strong as Alfred, he just doesn't show it as often. Both become weak when they get sick which is why Alfred couldn't just bust himself out before. For now, Gilbert is referred to as the Beast but I will change that soon.Birdie and the Beast Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A few days later found Matthias and Peter hiding behind a bush near Matthew's house.
"Boy is Matthew gonna be surprised by what I have in store for him." said Matthias, grinning broadly.
"Who?" Peter asked, confused.
"Matthew Williams. You know, Alfred's twin brother?"
"Alfred has a twin brother?"
"Of course he does you idiot. And I am going to ask him to marry me. After all, he's the only person in this town close enough to looking as dashing handsome as I do. Plus, he has a great ass."
"Alfred or Matthew?"
"Matthew, duh! That Alfred guy is way too weird and he doesn't know when to shut up." God, that
Birdie and the Beast Chapter 7Author's Note: Yes I am aware that The Sword in the Stone was not written until the 20th century, but remember this story takes place in an alternate universe. I imagine both Matthew and Gilbert would enjoy it. The same goes for hamburgers and Alfred.Birdie and the Beast Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On a random note: Gilbert is 21 and Matthew is 19. Gilbert was cursed when he was 16 so the curse has lasted for five years.
On another random note: After being turned into a beast, Gilbert stopped wearing clothing due to the fact that he found it extremely uncomfortable. With the exception of this chapter, the only clothing he ever wore was a cloak (because cloaks are awesome).
"Gilbert?" Matthew asked one day. The two of them had just finished reading The Sword in the Stone together (Rather, Matthew had been reading it out loud to Gilbert, who listened). Although Gilbert could read, he had a short attention span, and so he didn't do it often. Besides, he preferred to listen to Matt
Birdie and the Beast PrologueEnjoy and please leave comments (I prefer them over favorites)!Birdie and the Beast Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince ruled a vast empire. Although he was "awesome" in every sense of the word, the prince was immature, arrogant, and narcissistic.
But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to his castle and offered him a cornflower in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Revolted by her unawesomeness, the prince scoffed at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for true beauty and power are found within.
When he laughed and dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress wielding a magical skillet. The prince quickly realized his mistake and tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that he had no love in his heart for anyone but himself. As punishment, she struck him with her skillet and transformed him into
Birdie and the Beast Chapter 2Pushing his way through the crowded street, Matthew made his way back home with more that a few whispers of "Who is that?" and "Isn't that Alfred Jones?" following him.Birdie and the Beast Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By the time he finally reached home, the dust cloud had settled and Matthew could immediately see what had caused it. A large oak lay on its side next to the side of the house, which had suffered a lot of damage from the tree. Alfred kicked the tree and swore at the top of his lungs.
"DAMMIT! I'm never going to prove that aliens exist!" Alfred's kick was so powerful that the oak rolled into another tree and almost toppled that one too. For reasons unbeknownst to Matthew, both he and Alfred were gifted (or bothered depending upon how you looked at it) with immense strength. As a child, Alfred had once even wrestled with a fully-grown buffalo and won. Judging from what he saw, Matthew inferred that Alfred had become frustrated and ripped out the oak by the roots, accidentally throwing it into the side of t
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
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A clear high voice rang out from the grassy hill. Germany, who had been kneeling and staring at some wild flowers looked up and turned to see where the voice had come from.
Rang the voice again.
He scanned the grassy field behind him and soon saw a small girl dressed in a light green dress with a bright clean apron running towards him. She stopped in front of him, her reddish-brown hair slightly messy from running and a small curl sticking out from the left side of her head. She smiled at Germany.
"I'm so glad I found you, --------," she said happily.
It was strange. He knew the girl was saying his name, but for some reason it was muted out.
"What are you doing here?" the girl asked.
Suddenly, for some reason, he felt some heat rise up in his cheeks and his heart start beating a little faster. Germany was confused at these changes and wondered if perhaps it was because of the small child in front of him. But why would a person cause these changes?
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 "
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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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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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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 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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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
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1. To have had France as a step-dad
2. To shiver after remembering his many attempts to rape you
3. To have Prussia call you "Birdie"
4. To have a pet polar bear called Kumajiro
5. To forget its name from time to time
6. To have it ask "Who are you?"
7. "Who are you?"
8. To have a strong love for Tim Horton's, hockey and pancakes
9. To have an older brother named America, who thinks he's "bigger than you"
10. To have been forgotten
11. To have fallen for Prussia
12. Even though he's a dick
13. To have a strong hate for Justin Bieber
14. To support the Vancouver Canucks
15. To cry tears of despair after realizing that Justin Bieber came from you
16. To have had England as a step-dad
17. To be able to understand why America is in love with England
18. To understand why England is in love with America
19. To not be able to understand what brought France to be the pervert that he is
20. To be known (by those who remember you) as the "peacemaker"
21. To have r
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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
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
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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
APH - SpaMano - Love, AntonioLovi they told me you were in a car crash.APH - SpaMano - Love, Antonio in Romance More Like This
They were right; I'm standing by your bedside right now.
Feli was here earlier, but Ludwig took him home. He wouldn't stop crying. I'm not crying, even though I want to; this feels too much like a dream to be real. I'll wake up, and you'll be healthy and happy.
You look angry, even while unconscious. I bet you were cursing out the driver; that's something you'd do. I know because I know you.
Lovi, you should've looked. God, you should've looked. Please, I don't know what I'll do without you.
You need to recover.
I decided to number the days, because you'll want to know how long you were unconscious when you wake up. Because I know you'll wake up you have to.
I slept at the hospital okay, that's a lie. I couldn't sleep, not with you like you are, so I went to your house and got some of your paintings and your drawings. I put them all around your bed this morning, so it's like your home. An imitation.
APH - SpaMano - The Written WordHey! I want to talk to you!APH - SpaMano - The Written Word in Romance More Like This
Because you're cute! Look, you're blushing!
I'm NOT blushing!
Yeah you are! You look like a tomato!
Sorry I got you in detention, bastard.
You attacked me because I said you looked like a tomato O_O
My head hurts.
I don't doubt it. Stupid.
Hey! I'm not stupid! :''(
Yes you are.
I don't care.
You're still cute.
I'm not answering you.
So cute! :-D
This is how you got in detention in the first place...want to make it twice in one day?
Then shut up.
Hi Lovi! :-D
...why are you writing me a note when you're right across the fucking table from me?
Because I like writing you notes! You look so cute!
Aww, you look like a tomato!
I will hurt you.
You wouldn't do that to me, though, would you?
Yes, I would.
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He hated Romano.
The Italian left him. Romano left him all alone, left without a care. Free, just like he always wanted to be.
Roma didn't even care that Spain loved him. He had loved the Italian with all his heart. He did still, even now.
Spain hated Romano for making him love him.
He hated Lovi for leaving him.
He hated his Lovi for leaving him alone.
Spain was so selfish. For wanting to be with Lovino, when there were plenty of other people who had wanted to live who were dead.
Spain stared at the mangled body. He was numb. Numb.
Romano. Romano couldn't be dead. Couldn't be. He just-
Blood was in his hair; Spain only knew that because he'd brushed at it. It was congealed and cold, stiffer than the rest of his usually soft hair.
His face was also stained with red, some darker than others so it was a blotchy black on the pale skin; Spain wished it was clean, in some impossibly sane corner of his mind.
But...but...but Romano couldn't be dead. R
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Antonio pauses, the pen hovering uncertainly over the thick parchment. Ink drips - black, so black, like night in liquid form - onto the surface, staining it dark.
With an annoyed sigh, he crushes the paper and throws it away, out the window and into the sea below. Weird...he swears he hears a hissing noise, like air being released from between clenched teeth...
"Captain!" He hears from above deck, and he leaves the golden-lit room with its musty smell of slightly damp wood - ugh, how disgusting - for the daylight and salty scents above.
"What is it?" Antonio asks, and the crew turn away from the nets that are apparently so engrossing, all grinning wide, white grins.
"We caught one." One of the crew say, and a frown creases the Spaniard's face.
"Caught one of what?"
"A Siren!" The crewmate cries, and Antonio's eyebrows try to e
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The voice is clipped and unemotional while the owner is trembling slightly, not that he'll ever admit to that. He's too stubborn.
The reply - if there was one at all - is lost to the explosion a mere twenty feet away; the two men huddled in the trench flich simultaneously as someone shrieks, high pitched and terrified. It echoes slightly before silence falls yet again, heavy and cloying.
Antonio never thought that it would actually come to this. He'd signed up with a naive smile on his face, eager to do his duty. He'd made friends, even. What a fool he had been.
Another explosion, closer this time, makes the dirt shake and jump, prompting more screaming from the lost, the afraid, and the fools who belive that screaming will help them relieve their fear.
For an instant, Antonio can almost make himself believe that this hasn't happened, isn't happening, like it's a dream. It certa
APH-Spamano-Da Capo Al FineDa Capo Al Fine - from the beginning, start overAPH-Spamano-Da Capo Al Fine in Short Stories More Like This
Kisses don't mean love. They don't even mean forever. They are well aware.
Things aren't as sweet as they could be, or should be, for them. It could be sweeter than cotton candy - perhaps sickeningly so - but it isn't.
What they have isn't love. They know this too.
What they have is desperation and alcohol making their tongues slow and heavy with the taste of vomit and cheap booze and something chilling and numbing like the taste of chloroform.
So when they lay on the bed with the sheets on the floor and their limbs tangled together and sweat drying cold, the only thing keeping Romano from leaving is the look of almost-adoration on Spain's face and the slightly loving way he wraps his arm around the Italian.
So Romano stays.
Comprimario - with the first, a supporting role
Romano knows that Veneziano is the favorit
APH - GerIta - Mixed MessagesGermany can't understand why Italy thinks he isn't loved.APH - GerIta - Mixed Messages in Romance More Like This
Does he not see the soft glow that lights up the blond nation's eyes whenever he looks at the Italian? Doesn't he notice how gentle Germany tries to be with him, anything to make him smile, just for an instant?
Or maybe he does. And just doesn't care.
Germany really can't comprehend exactly why Italy insists he's lying when he's never been more honest in his life, but that doesn't mean he's not going to try his damn hardest to convince him otherwise.
Italy's just perfect. So untainted, so pure. How can he think he can't be loved? It would be impossible not to love him.
Germany is so dirty. His hands are tainted with blood, clotted and dried in some places, fresher and bright in others. It disgusts him, revolts him that he could've sank that low to have his skin marred and tarnished by the life of others, even just humans.
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Love is...a poison. Poison, acid, a venomous disease that eats at tissues and muscles and that one vital organ that'll eventually shrivel up and die, turning black as blood ceases to pump through it.
Love means that you'll break. Fall and shatter into millions of reflecting peices, each accusing the other of making them tip over and smash, of being less than worthy of the love given.
Love isn't a disease that can make a person bedridden, or cause a fever - perhaps a fever of a different sort - or produce the retraction of chyme up the esophagus that we so elegantly refer to as vomiting.
Love makes you weak.
Needless to say, love is never something Romano thinks he'll exper
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Need. Want. Poison spreading through veins, lips pink and flushed in a not-so-innocent way, and desperate clawing for a handhold, anything, to stable themselves.
Falling. That's all there is. Falling in the depth of space, soft brushes of skin against skin, and fevered, carnage kisses. Tounges and pressure and emptiness.
They're so lonely. It's all black, and white, and gray, and nothing else. It would drive a person to insanity after a while, nothing but those stupid colors. It almost makes sense that they would find each other.
"You do know," One says softly on a cold day, not meeting the other's eyes, inky hair streaking across the pillow. "That this will have to end, right?"
"I don't care." The other responds, the one with the shattered eyes, equally quiet. Hands meet and twist together, a surprisingly innocent gesture.
Red. Bloody red,
APH - Spamano - FeelSpain can feel the wetness seeping through the soft, bleached cotton of his shirt, salty tears soaking his shoulder.APH - Spamano - Feel in Short Stories More Like This
He wraps an arm around Romano, pulling the Italian closer to his side.
Romano, for his part, just sobs louder, clutching at the fabric like it would anchor him.
Spain breathes reassurances from between his lips, and the tears flow faster. The auburn head shakes violently, keeping out the healing words.
Spain wonders why the Italian was upset, but the answer comes soon enough.
Italy. Italy and his friends and his just utter perfection. Even Spain has to admit that Italy has virtually no flaws.
And the Spaniard doesn't want someone with no flaws, because - as sick as it might seem - he loves to see this side of Romano; he loves to see the Italian finally show him his soul, loves to watch the walls between them break down and crumble to dust.