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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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: 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
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
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
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
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
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
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: Park"It's beautiful out, isn't it?"Spamano: Park in General Fiction More Like This
Lovino had to agree. The September air had begun to transform the nearby oaks into various shades of gold and auburn, and soft breeze was tugging them back and forth, causing them to every so often emit little patches of vermillion into the autumn sky. The day was made even more beautiful by the grinning, green-eyed Spaniard sitting beside him on the park bench. Antonio had an arm resting around his shoulder, and Lovino permitted himself to rest his head ever so slightly against Antonio's. But only because he knew Antonio would be sad if he didn't. It wasn't like he enjoyed it.
"It isn't going to be for long. Winter's coming fast this year," Lovino said, looking up into the sky. Clouds were gradually collecting on the horizon.
"It is a bit chilly out " Antonio agreed. Both of them were wearing coats of medium thickness to fend off the cool gusts of wind.
Lovino scowled. He hated the cold.
As if reading his mind, Antonio leaned over and pulled
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
: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
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
: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
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
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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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 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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The soft padding of feet against the cement floor could be heard all throughout the corridor, the hallway managing to amplify the sound. The couple had not stopped running for anything, desperately trying to make it to the outside world.
Feli’s heart beat strongly, pumping blood through the organ much faster than normal. His breathing had become heavy and he felt as though he were about to pass out. But he wasn’t about to let that deter him. They’d come this close and he wasn’t about to be the anchor weighing them down.
Ludwig stopped just before the first corner of the hallway. He leaned against the wall and looked over the side while Feli caught his breath. “I can see the next turn,” he told him. “It doesn’t seem that far up ahead. We just have to make sure we don’t get caught.”
Feli smiled at the thought of being free. He giggled. “First thing we do once we get outta here is we get you to a
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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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Feli couldn't help but grin along with Gilbert as he held Ludwig's hand. The two had begun to talk about wedding plans after Gilbert had proposed to Matthew. Meanwhile Matthew was in the kitchen making phone calls to his family and friends about the engagement.
Ludwig only looked on at them. He didn't want to say that he felt a bit left out but he felt left out. Every time Feli looked at him though, he would smile, as if saying he was okay. The truth was, though, that he had never been very good at making friends (or the social scene at all), so he wasn't used to all of these eccentric people talking like this.
Feli noticed this and turned to look at him. "Luddy," he said. "Are you happy for your brother?"
Ludwig blinked at him. Then he began to laugh. "Of course!" he waved his free hand dismissively. "He's my brother! And it's not like I couldn't see it coming!"
Gilbert's eyes widened with surprise. "Really? How long have you seen this coming, West?"
"Ever since y
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Feli stared at the clock. It read 7:30 am. He looked back at the eggs he was cooking on the stove.
He was nervous. There was no reason to deny it. He was really going to do this.
He ran a hand through his hair. He finished off the eggs and put them on a plate. He then put the plate on a tray that already had two sets of bacon, sausage, toast, Fruit Loops with milk and apple juice. He picked up the tray and stared at the door. He took a deep breath before running out of the door. He ran up the steps to Ludwig's apartment.
When he reached Ludwig's apartment, he stared at the doorbell. He wasn't sure he could really do this. Was he really about to ask Ludwig if he'd eat breakfast with him? It seemed ridiculous, not to mention stupid.
But if I don't ask him, who will eat this with me? he wondered. He realized that he had to ask him. He puffed up his cheeks and rang the doorbell with one hand while he held the tray with the other. He quickly grabbed the tray with both han
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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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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
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A/N: Sorry, this is going to be super short. I usually hate writing short things but with the holidays coming up and some other important shiz, I didn't really have time. I already wrote this on a journal on DA but to those on FF, I'm not sure how often I'll be updating. Some super important stuff is going on and to be plain honest, I'm more in the mood to read than write at this period in time. Writing some of the stories makes me sad and Monsters affects wore off so yeah. You came here to read GerIta, not about some stranger's issues. XD. Haha. They're not even my issues. XD Anyway, this author's note is probably half the story. I was gonna write a special holiday fanfiction but since this one is C, I thought it'd be cool to do Christmas and kill two birds with one stone.
Disclaimer: Hikari does not own or claim to own Hetalia.
Theme: C for Christmas
Feliciano loved Christmas time the most. He loved the warm colors and the jovial music and the comradery
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A/N: Holy cow! I got a whole bunch of responses on this for DA. For those of you were familiar with my writing, I post my stories on fanfiction and DeviantArt. So take a look at my profile on either at some of my other Hetalia stories. Thank you for all the suggestions. I really really wanted to do 'Bruder' but I decided to do something short yet cute.
Disclaimer: Hikari does not own or claim to own Hetalia.
Theme: B is for bees as suggested by dragongirl124680 on DeviantArt (I'm going to try to remember to put who it was suggested by but no promises!)
Ludwig had been hoping to wake up normally for one; normal being alone in bed. Unfortunately for him, Feliciano had somehow snuck into his room and crawled into the vacant spot beside Ludwig.
Ludwig looked down at his caramel headed head with a frown. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he threw the covers off of his legs. He swung his legs over the edge and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
A soft, p
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A/N: I was really interested to do this one! I want to start doing more research on random stuff and this is the kind of things I'm interested in. I should be a doctor! I love blood, only I hate seeing people sad or in pain. Lol. So off track. ^_^
Important for story: This is a bit AU. It takes place during the time when live transplants could only be done if the persons were related or close. This would require pictures of the two together over a span of a few years or marriage certificates. In this story, Ludwig and Feliciano are humans that haven't seen each other for a while. That's all you need to know for now. Hopefully you'll be able to gather everything else if it is written correctly!
Disclaimer: Hikari does not own or claim to own Hetalia. Also, thanks to Dragongirl124680 for betaing this chapter!
Theme: D for Donation (As suggested by EmeraldEyesofThunder on DA)
"You have nothing to worry about." a doctor instructed a blond haired man lying on th
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Theme: F for Fangirls.
Disclaimer: Hikari does not own or claim to own Hetalia.
IMPORTANT: This was not written to offend anyone. I have nothing against Fangirls (Ok that's a semi-lie but I'm definitely a fangirl if it comes to certain things) so this is not intended to be offensive in any way.
Feliciano and Ludwig casually strolled down the street towards a popular cafe. They had decided to be open about their relationship a few days ago but were still cautious. Ludwig was only comfortable with holding hands with the Italian. However, the Italian took full advantage; constantly holding Ludwig's hand, hugging him often and kissing his cheek any chance he got.
Feliciano was just so glad that he found someone like Ludwig who loved him despite all of Feliciano's weaknesses and quirks. He could never have imagined that love would feel so absolutely beautiful. He never doubted that Ludwig loved him even though the German didn't wear his heart on his sleeve as th
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G for Gift/Gone
It took 33 steps to cross the room, 15 if you ran. 5 leaves sprouted from the stalk of a flower sitting in the windowsill. There were 78 cream slits in the blinds and 17 of which were broken or bent. The room had been cleaned multiple times including the bottles of cleaning supplies; all of the paperwork had been completed and neatly files away.
Bored. So bored.
Ludwig was a disciplined man. He hardly ever wasted time so boredom was a whole new concept to him. He could never imagine being this bored with nothing to do, no one to see. Work was surprisingly low so he usually wouldn't have finished by now.
He had to admit, he had been bored before but this feeling didn't feel like the usual nagging urge to find something to do that accompanied boredom. Yes, he felt that nagging but he also felt hollow.
Maybe it wasn't just boredom? Maybe it was because he was lonely. Lonely wasn't new to him at all. He was lonely most of the time but he would ne
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A/N: Yay! Another new story! I love this pairing. I was debating this, Spamano, PruHun or USUK. I need some suggestions for later chapters so send them in, ok? Thankies!!!
Disclaimer: Hikari does not own or claim to own Hetalia.
Theme: A is for (not apples) amnesia.
Ludwig received a call in the middle of the night. He groaned as he forced his eyes open. He listened to the phone ring a few more times, hoping that maybe it would just stop. Deciding it was an important call he decided he should pick it up. At first he thought it was his boss or his drunk of a brother but instead it turned out to be a stranger's voice.
"Ludwig Bielschmidt?" a woman's voice asked. The womans voice was completely unfamiliar to Ludwig. Ludwig wiped his eyes, trying to wake himself up more. The seriousness of her tone sent shivers down Ludwig's spine.
"Ja. Who is this?" Ludwig asked. He sat up, his bed groaning in protest. The covers slid off his shoulders, the chilly air wreathi
Lost. Chapter 1There were some things that are as simple as black and white; the moon, trees, grass. They were always there and were unappreciated.Lost. Chapter 1 in Drama More Like This
They were the things that you always had but took for granted. People see them everyday but never really appreciate them.
Italy was the same. Germany had never thought about what life without the carefree Italian would be like. He loved having his little Italy around but he could never tell the carefree man how he felt. What was the need when they had forever? He was so used to having Feliciano around that he never considered what would happen if the Italian left. That's why the day Feliciano betrayed him, the life he had built after World War II crashed down.
A groan echoed in the small, dim room. Ludwig's eyes fluttered open. He blinked his eyes a few times, a vain attempt to chase away the drowsiness he felt. He felt a warm, sticky substance on the top of his head. He instantly identified it as blood since he was familiar with the feeling of bloo
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1. Insult his tea/cooking.
2. Speak French.
3. Say 'learned' instead of 'learnt'.
4. Tell him that unicorns are just colorful horses with ice cream cones on their head.
5. Touch his eyebrows.
6. Say his eyebrows look like fluffy caterpillars.
7. Call the British football soccer.
8. Randomly scream in his face.
9. Stare at him like he has three eyes until he screams at you.
10. Call him a punk.
11. Call him random nicknames like 'butt-munch'.
12. Insist that he watches 'uni-porn' or unicorns doing porn.
13. Ask if Tinkerbelle is his friend.
14. Ask what drugs he's on to see his fairy friends.
15. Insist that he is a pedophile.
16. Say that France is an example of a perfect gentleman.
17. Tell him Sealand is a country.
18. Repeat his name over and over until he walks away.
19. When he starts talking, keep yelling "WHAT?" until he gets frustrated.
20. Say that the Irish (or the American) have better food.
21. Poke him repeatedly.
22. Brag about how awesome you ar
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1. Call him a 'potato eater.'
2. Give Italy a Monster or other energy drink and unleash the power onto Germany.
3. Give excessive hugs.
4. Give him a dirty magazine.
5. Dance around like a ballerina.
6. Ask if he copied off of Belgium's flag for his own.
7. Give him a small sausage and say it's the life size replica of his manhood.
8. Tell him that Germany backwards sounds Jamaican.
9. Harass Italy repeatedly. Most effective with more than one person.
10. Tell him how much you admired the Italian military before he destroyed it.
11. Pee in his beer.
12. Hire a bunch of pretty girls to lap dance on him. When Italy gets upset, have the girls leave Germany to go with Italy and watch the jealousy.
13. Team up with Gilbert and/or the Bad Touch Trio (preferably Bad Touch Trio) and unleash the power.
14. Lock him in a room with Russia.
15. Stare at him for as long as possible. When he asks what your staring about twitch your eye.
16. Poke him repeatedly preferably in
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A/N: Woot, I accidentally put the note near the end because I'm too lazy to write it up here. XP
Disclaimer: Hikari does not own or claim to own Hetalia.
The phone rang again in the middle of the night.
Ludwig groaned and forced his eyes open. He had hoped for at least one night sleep. He sat up, the bed yet again groaning in response he picked up the ringing receiver.
"Hello?" he asked trying to sound as professional as he could even though he didn't put much energy into his tone or word choice. He knew what was most likely going to be said. No one else ever called at this time except for a few choice people which meant that he would have to leave Feliciano to look at a dead body. Fun.
"There's been another murder." Chief Alfred said. He too sounded just as tired as Ludwig. Ludwig dangled his muscular legs over the edge of the bed and stifled a yawn.
"Ok. Lay it on me." Ludwig said getting the notepad ready.
Alfred read off the address. A murder at a
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
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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