Hate: SuFin OneshotBerwald hates me.
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
SuFin: Truth or Dare"Alright," Denmark slammed his almost-empty pint glass of beer onto the counter of the bar, turning to his un-amused friends in the chaos of the pub, "Who's up for some clubbing? There's this great place I know near the-"SuFin: Truth or Dare in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Please," Norway interrupted, rolling his eyes with folded arms, his brother Iceland watching admirably, "I think we've suffered enough nonsense for one night. This is the last time we let you choose where we go on a night out."
"Fine, so what do you propose we do now?"
"Go home. If I sit here for any longer I'm going to get a headache. And I thought you were loud."
"Um," Finland chirped from his tall stool in the hopes of stopping any arguments from ensuing, with Sweden lurking behind him, "If you like, we could all go to my home to listen to some music and order a pizza."
Before Norway had a chance to answer, and before Iceland and Sweden could even be noticed nodding in agreement, Denmark butted in in with a snaky scowl; "You guys wouldn't know a good
SuFin: Ice-creamTino smiled to himself as he squirmed further into the comfort of the couch, his feet up and a cool silk blanket cuddled up against his chest and over his knees. It was noon and he was awarded for his thus far hard work with a bit of piece and quiet. His favourite cartoon was playing on the TV, Hanatamago was sleeping, and his two favourite men in the whole wide world had gone out for ice-cream.SuFin: Ice-cream in Fan Fiction More Like This
He was surprised when he heard the front door be pushed open, followed by the heavy, lugging steps that could only be his partner. Maybe they had forgotten something, because they hadn't left all that long ago. Berwald stepped into the living room and Tino sat up to greet him.
"Back so soon?" he smiled, but Berwald didn't have the expression that suggested he had forgotten something or he had come back for a camera or another kiss. He simply nodded and sat down on the couch beside Tino's feet.
"Oh. Where's Peter?"
"Saw Raivis. Let Peter go play w' him."
"Aww," Tino chuckled lightly, picturing t
SuFin: Vivid Colours"Peter, have you seen your father?"SuFin: Vivid Colours in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Uh huh! He's upstairs painting. But he won't let me see it."
Tino laughed, "Well, you know how those artists get," he placed his hand on the boys head and stroked his hair lightly, "I'll go see if he's nearly finished."
"'kay mama!" Peter bubbled absentmindedly. All of his attention was on his favourite cartoon that was playing on the TV; Spongebob Squarepants. He didn't notice his motherly figure cringe before leaving to find Berwald.
There was a light tap on the door. Berwald lifted his head from the canvas before him and looked up, "Hm?"
Tino opened the door carefully, smiling at the sight of his husband, "There you are. Peter told me you were painting." Berwald nodded, holding up his paintbrush enough for Tino to see it. Tino walked over gingerly, "So can I see?"
"Well, how unfinished is it?"
"'m still paintin' family."
"Family?" Berwald wasn't shielding the canvas as he usually would when he didn't want his painting to b
SuFin: Sweet NothingsBerwald sighed, leaning further back in his chair and grabbing another large book from his desk. Thrown carelessly before him were the useless dictionaries and thesauruses he had previously been searching through; in English, Swedish, Finnish. He opened up the last of them; a thick, weighty Finnish thesaurus.SuFin: Sweet Nothings in Fan Fiction More Like This
Speedily, he skimmed to R. R for rakkaus. But of course, he came up empty handed. No other words to describe love, and yet he felt that "love" simply didn't do his feelings justice. What he had for Tino was more than just love.
But Berwald was never good with words and was lost in ways to explain it.
Back to K. K for kaunis. Tino was beautiful, but more than that. Berwald couldn't put his finger on it. Neither could any of the synonyms given. Berwald wasn't a fluent Finnish speaker, but he knew enough to get by, and he knew that none of these words could quite describe how Tino looked and how he carried himself.
Then, to I. I for ihana. For the things that Tino did. For everything
Spamano: Dear DiaryQuerido Diario,Spamano: Dear Diary in Romance More Like This
Lovino Vargas is so cute. Even cuter than last year! And this year, we're both in high school, so I can ask him out without him calling me a paedophile! Although after all those dreams I've been having of him
It was 07:30 when all of Hetalia High School was graced with the confident, beaming white grin of Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. Like every other day, he stirred the student body with the turning heads of giddy, gossiping girls. Like every other day, he nodded them a modest "Hello" and pretended not to notice. With his cheery, apple eyes, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his smoothly tanned arms and his curling chocolate locks like soft blades of grass, he was the perfect picture of any teenager's dream. His embracing eyes scanned the line of mossy-coloured lockers, leaving a trail of swooning girls like fallen dominoes wherever they passed. Gradually, his carmine lips closed together and curled at the edges in an attempt to suppress his pleasure at the si
Spamano: Teacher's PetBuzz buzz buzzSpamano: Teacher's Pet in Fan Fiction More Like This
Buzz buzz buzz buzz
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz- smack!
Fuck. I can't believe this. Not again! I throw the covers off of myself and look down; oh yeah, I went to bed with my pants on last night. It's a good thing I did, but my legs are still sticky and covered with goddamn it. What the hell was I- my face burns red when I remember the dream I had last night. That bastard, get out of my fucking head!
Buzz buzz buzz buzz
Aw, shut up. I slam my hand down onto the snooze button as my first instinct. I look at the time. Fuck. I jump out of bed and pull my clothes off and spring into the bathroom to wipe myself down. How the hell did I sleep in? Stupid fucking alarm clock, can't do anything right!
I don't give a fuck about school, not like that idiotic brother of mine, but if I ditch school one more time, my grandfather's going to kill me. And if I get another tardy, I get detention, and that mean
AmeriCan: The View From Here"Alfred Jones! You put poor Matthew down now before someone gets hurt!"AmeriCan: The View From Here in Fan Fiction More Like This
The young Alfred still ran and jumped cheerily, ignoring the red-faced Brit that scolded him. He didn't bother retaliating with the usual "you're not the boss of me"; he was too busy laughing. Matthew, who was sat on Alfred's shoulders, held on tightly, afraid that he might fall.
"Alfred!" Arthur didn't bother to chase after him, because he knew he wouldn't be able to catch up with the playful boy.
"A-Al, maybe you should listen to him " Matthew squeaked, tightening his grip on the American.
"But it's so much fun!"
Alfred came to a sudden stop, barely avoiding a collision with the tall man in a blue coat that stepped before him. He looked up at him, recognising the flowing blonde hair and slight stubble immediately.
"Aww," he whined. Matthew peered up from his glasses and smiled.
"Matthew, it's time for your French lesson."
"Oui!" the small boy chimed, climbing off of Alfred and standing beside h
Spamano: Teacher's Pet 2Funny how flustered I got worrying about detention all day, when right now I'm happily back into that hot, wet warmth.Spamano: Teacher's Pet 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yeah. Carriedo has me on the edge of his desk, the dirty bastard, standing in front of me with our bodies pressed against one another. I can't even remember how we got to this; I was determined to just take out my books and pretend to do some work, but somehow we ended up like this. The door locked, kissing passionately, something burning inside us both - in my cheeks, in my chest, in my groin
He nips my bottom lip playfully, making a seductive sound, and he licks it, long and sensual. I let out a soft groan, bastard. I'm tempted to wrap my legs around his waist, but that will just give him some sort of "go for it" vibe, so I resist. I don't want to slip any further, no matter how much I want to.
I pull back and glare at him, "Shouldn't you be telling me to do my homework or something?"
"Ah, but it's after school hours, Lovino," he chuckles, speaking to me as if
NorIce: Soft LipsI have my brother all to myself tonight. He hasn't been captured by that stupid Denmark for a night out, for once. My brother is known to many as Norway; he lets very little people call him anything else, but to me, he is Sigurd. To him, I am Bjorn, and I wouldn't have it any other way.NorIce: Soft Lips in Fan Fiction More Like This
I can't remember for how long I have loved him. It was long before I knew we were brothers. I feel at home with him. Even now, when he takes my hand and speaks to me soothingly, I know that my heart belongs to him.
"You're too important to me," he once said, "Now that we are brothers, I want you to live with me. To make up for lost time."
I shared a bed with him many a time; we took our time in arranging a moving van to bring my bed to my new bedroom in Norway. We're too comfortable in each other's warmth to let it go to waste. I am his brother, but he is my everything.
I never miss a chance to tell him that I love him. He mistakes the meaning behind it and says it back in a different way, but that's ok
Spamano: Tangled In The SheetsLovino would always give in to Antonio's pleads that he share his bed with him for the night. Every night was the same; he resisted, he insulted, he scoffed and he cursed. But in the end he was in that same bed, Antonio's chest pressed against his back with the Spaniards arms around him.Spamano: Tangled In The Sheets in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lovino loved it.
The Italian stirred in his sleep uncomfortably. He suddenly felt restrained, a feeling that he despised. He placed his hands on the sleeping Antonio's chest and pushed himself up, but he didn't get very far.
"Moron," he hissed, throwing Antonio's arms off of him. He tried to get up again, wiggling his feet to try and kick the taller man, but again to no avail. He glanced down to the bottom half of the bed; it was almost too dark to see. He sighed, blowing a strand of hair from tickling his nose.
He kicked his legs again and again, feeling the bed sheets wrapped securely around them, "That idiot! He's lying on top of the sheets, so they won't let me go," he whispered to himself. He grab
SuFin: Breaking the SilenceThe only thing he could hear was the muffled crunch of their boots on the snow.SuFin: Breaking the Silence in Romance More Like This
Berwald insisted they go for a walk everyday in winter, if the weather allowed it. Exercise was important. He knew if it was up to Tino, they would spend all day by the fire, wrapped in faux fur or fleece blankets as the wind made the glass jitter in the window frames. He thought Tino at his most beautiful then; warm and content, eyes drowsy and limbs wrapped around the Swede.
The woods were still, the trees tall and silent under their sprinkling of frost and snowflakes. Still all Berwald could hear were their footsteps. Something felt wrong...
" 's cold." He attempted to make conversation, to shift his sense of unease.
Tino only nodded, with a faint flicker of a smile. His cheeks were flushed against the cold. Berwald always said he looked cute that way. Tino always said he felt embarrassed, and that made him flush all the more.
"Snow's startin' 'gain."
His second attempt to break the silence a
GerIta - Every EveningEvery evening, at precisely 9pm, Ludwig would take a shower. He would use unscented shower gel, and dry off with a standard quality white towel. Then, towel around his waist, he would shave with steady precise strokes, and watch the foam and water as it whisked away down the drain. He would glance briefly at himself in the mirror, to check his face for any irregularities or signs of fatigue, then switch of the stark tube light of his bathroom. He would pull on a tank top and some shorts, before un-tucking the cold sheets and climbing into a cold bed. It would be 10pm.GerIta - Every Evening in Romance More Like This
He would fall asleep, dreamless, in a blue-moon bedroom. He would rest.
Then it would start.
Strange, shifting people and places behind his eyelids, calling him by names he didn't know. Grey, faded faces and rushing whispers. Pain and disorder. Forgotten promises. A small hand reaching for his.
Then he wakes, his had outstretched, skin clammy, his cold empty bed suddenly hot in all the wrong ways.
Then he would do what he
DenNor: Birthday Kiss"Come on, you let everyone else kiss you."DenNor: Birthday Kiss in Romance More Like This
"Why can't I?" Denmark kept his grip on Norway's arm.
The Dane's question was met with an eye roll and a shrug. And, if you were observant, a faint flush across Norway's face.
"Seriously Norge, why not?" Denmark continued his bitching. "Come on, I'm feeling neglected here."
"Because, oh mighty King of the North, I do not want you to. That good enough?"
Denmark quirked an eyebrow. "So I'm supposed to believe you would let France FRANCE give you a birthday kiss, but not me? FRANCE!"
"Yes. Now piss off and torment Sweden like you would any other day of the week."
Denmark snorted. "He's too busy keeping Fin off the booze. He wouldn't notice if I danced naked while singing the Swedish national anthem backwards and burning the IKEA catalogue."
"Well, that would be a sight." Said Norway flatly.
"What, dancing naked and "
"No! Sweden and Finland."
Norway tried once more to wriggle out of his prison between
Spamano fluff: GardeningAntonio did not shut the door behind him, but left it open; leaving the slight breeze of the afternoon to sweep through the rooms, making the curtains whisper at their window frames. He didn't call to Lovino that he was home either he wanted to surprise him. A small smile on his face, he stalked through the villa like a cat, searching out his lover. His feet padded softly on the terracotta tiles as he hunted, slipping around corners and through arched doorways. Lovino was not in the living room, or the kitchen... perhaps he was upstairs taking a siesta usual for this time of day. But he was not there either. This upset Toni a little; he enjoyed sneaking into bed with his little Lovi to join his afternoon rest. Confusion turned to worry as he found more rooms empty, each lacking the Spaniard's significant other.Spamano fluff: Gardening in Romance More Like This
"Where are you, mi italiano precioso..."
He got himself a glass of water and recalled the night before, when they had lain together in a large pile of cushions, dr
FrUK: On Horseback"Look, will you just shove a frog in it and get on the horse." Arthur was already on his own; a large bay Welsh Cob. As much as he hated to admit it, his brother did breed fine horses. Francis remained on the ground, holding the grey gelding at an arm's length.FrUK: On Horseback in Romance More Like This
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Why?"
"I..." he flushed a little. "I that is to say there was always someone to help me."
"You can't actually be serious."
Francis didn't reply. So yes then.
"Oh for God's sake." Arthur dismounted, and roughly helped the Frenchman into the saddle.
"Merci." He winked and the nudged the horse into a trot out of the yard, and into a canter when they reached the dusty field.
"Cheeky bastard!"Arthur grabbed his own reins and pulled himself back up. "Come on lad, let's catch up with the tosser before he injures himself."
This was when Arthur felt most at home. Yes, he enjoyed time spent in his garden, library, or stepping into his role politically when needed, but he'd swap any of tho
FrUk. Cold Hands.Arthur always had cold hands.FrUk. Cold Hands. in Romance More Like This
It didn't matter if it was July or January, his hands were always cold.
Francis was sitting on the sofa, arms around a cushion in a vain attempt to stay warm. Despite the fairly enthusiastic fire burning in the living room, he couldn't get any warmer. Arthur had suggested he put on another jumper, but Francis wasn't having any of it. He was already wearing a very sexy jumper, OK? He didn't want to cover that fine piece of clothing up. Besides, he suspected Arthur was going to try and knit him a jumper for Christmas, so he wanted to make the most of his beautiful jumpers while he still cold.
Said Englishman entered the living room and crossed to the sofa, handing Francis a fragrant cup of coffee (drinks were the only thing Francis allowed him to make) before sinking on to the sofa beside him.
They held their drinks in silence, feeling the warmth slowly seep back into their bodies. Francis thought Arthur still smelt like outdoors
DenNor - Indifference"Something is worrying you." Mathias spoke quietly, knowing his usually loud voice grated on the other, and knowing through experience this was one of the times to talk softly.DenNor - Indifference in Romance More Like This
"Yes." Aleks hesitated. "No." He didn't turn just frowned even harder at the world through the window.
Mathias knew that frown well. It had been his constant companion the past two and a half years, through the good and perhaps not so good times. Or nearly constant, anyway there were times Aleks refused to see him for days.
He preferred Aleks' face when he was sad. The frown would go, his eyebrows raised in worry, and his eyes would open up, and really look at Mathias, unlike his frown-eyes, that merely acknowledged him as another thing put into his life to piss him off.
Mathias walked to where Aleks stood, leaning on the window frame, face to the light. He slipped his hands from his jeans pockets and instead wrapped his arms around the other's waist. Aleks didn't flinch, but the crease
SuFin: And We Will DanceAnd we would dance.SuFin: And We Will Dance in Fan Fiction More Like This
He sits on the floor.
I offer him a chair
but he shakes his head and stares back into the fire.
I offer him a drink, he says no,
but I get him one anyway.
He holds it close to his chest.
He is tightly folded, coiled,
hiding from me like a mouse under the skirting.
I move to tend the fire.
He jumps and spills his drink.
Only a little.
I try to smile
to reassure him
but he looks even worse.
He goes to bed.
I stay behind.
I imagine he will change.
He will wake tomorrow and love me.
He will take my hand
and lead me outside; into the snow and frozen trees,
and we will dance.
FACE Family: Hearts and Homemade Biscuits"Non, non mon cher, stop. I think that will be enough glitter."FACE Family: Hearts and Homemade Biscuits in General Fiction More Like This
"But Pa, I've only used half the pot." Cue adorable pout that no father could have the ability to say no to.
"Alfred, you don't need a whole pot to make one card, OK?" Francis rubbed his forehead, leaving a trail of red glitter across his skin.
"But it has to be the best Valentines card ever."
"You know, you can make your own card for your father, if you wish."
"But Paaa, I wanna help with yours. Anyway, you don't give Dad's Valentines cards, everyone knows that."
"Of course, mon cher." Francis gave in, and tried to shake some of the excess sparkles from the scarlet and hot pink monstrosity of a card.
"Pa! You're shaking all the glitter off!"
"Only the bits that haven't stuck. Now, we have to leave it to dry, d'accord?"
The oven timer pinged in the kitchen. Alfred shot to his feet and through the door.
"Alfred," Francis sighed, picking dried glue and stubborn specks of glitter from under his fingernails, "what
SuFin- SurpriseSuFin- SurpriseSuFin- Surprise in Short Stories More Like This
Tino Vainamoinen had just finished setting the table for dinner when his lover, Berwald Oxenstierna, came home from a meeting with his boss. It was Tino and Berwald's two year anniversary of the time they started dating. They had both decided that they would have a nice dinner alone at home to celebrate, since Berwald never really wanted to go out much or throw a huge party, in which a certain Dane would never be invited to. Their "son", Peter Kirkland, better known as the micro nation of Sealand, was out for the night, staying over at his best friend, Raivis Galante's house, otherwise known at Latvia. Also their little dog, Hanatamago was asleep in her little dog bed by the fireplace, where a bright, warm glow enveloped the room and drowned out all of the cold weather coming in from outside. 'Tonight will be perfect' thought Tino as he came to the doorway to help Berwald get rid of his cold, damp, snow-ridden jacket and boots.
As the two lovers sat and talked, mostly a
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'Man, I'm so awesome!' thought Gilbert Beilschimdt, the personification of Prussia (East Germany), as he walked (strutted) down the large, grand hall of the U.N. Meeting hall in Paris, France. It was France's turn to host the meeting much to his delight, as they were good friends. England on the other hand....not so much. As Prussia got closer to the big, wooden, double doors of the meeting room, his ears picked up the distinct sound of sobbing. He spun around; blood red eyes scanning the area around him, until he found what looked to be a blonde haired boy, with a peculiar curl sticking out, wearing glasses and a red hoodie, and holding what looked to be a polar bear. Gilbert walked over to the boy and crouched down beside him, "Mattie?"
The two had known each other for quite awhile through the introduction of France, and over time, Prussia had developed very strong feelings for the country of Canada. Said Canadian looked up, startled that someone had seen him. "O-oh it
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Anyone bypassing the large home of Arthur Kirkland, the personification of Great Britain, on this particular night of July, would've heard (very loud) crying coming from the top level of the mansion (though when asked, he would deny it). In the bedroom of the large house, England was lying on his bed, with his face buried in his pillow, tears streaming down his face, and sobs and shudders wracking his body. This night was a reminder of one of England's worst nightmares coming true.... the Fourth of July. The day his most precious colony, the United States of America, became independent from him. Now, after over 200 years, Arthur still held the pain, the sadness and the anger of that heartbreaking day. 'He's probably out celebrating, like always...', Arthur thought grimly as his salty tears started to dry on his reddened cheeks. He, referring to Alfred F. Jones, the personification of America. The hamburger loving, loud mouthed, illogical idiot that Arthur had co
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Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, a.k.a. the country of Spain wasn't his normal self on this day. On this day of all days, he was contemplating a certain predicament he was in as of now with a certain Italian. Southern Italy, to be exact, or better known as Romano to the rest of the countries. Earlier today, the two of them had just been out in Spain's garden picking tomatoes when he had made a simple observation of Romano's face (being beet red from the sun) looking like a nice ripe tomato. Then came the yelling, the cursing and the screaming at the Spaniard and ultimately ended in the result of the angry older Italian brother slamming the glass sliding door leading into the kitchen and storming away to his room. That was what lead Antonio to be in the position he was now. Sitting at the kitchen table alone, with his hands clasped near his mouth, leaning on his elbows, brows drawn together and a small wicker basket of freshly ripened and picked tomatoes sitting
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Today is going to be the day. I will definitely tell him today, for sure. No more excuses. No more putting it off.
This was Lovino Vargas's resolution as he grabbed his backpack, and walked out of his house to school.
Lovino was in love with that bastardo, that Antonio. He loved his beautiful, tan face, his twinkling green eyes, and his luscious chocolate hair. Hell, he loved everything about Antonio.
He could never fathom if Antonio liked him back or not. Sometimes, he and Antonio would stay up late into the night, talking about something or the other through the use of instant messaging. At other times, Antonio seemed to find Lovino negligible, a shadow in the dark.
Lovino hated to show weakness, but he could never stand it whenever Antonio ignored him. Part of his
Lonely: IcelandxReaderLonely.Lonely: IcelandxReader in Drama More Like This
It's a word that Emil has known for all his life.
He lives it everyday.
Sure, he was part of the five fabulous Nordics. But he was the isolated islander, the extra. The one that was always left out. The other Nordics had each otherBerwald and Tino were always a pair, and even his brother, Lukas, routinely abandoned him for Matthias.
All he got was the talking puffin.
Therefore, it was in complete understanding that he wasn't looking forward to meeting ______________, a new Nordic micro-nation. After all, it was inevitable that she'd discard him like his fellow Nordics did.
"C'mon, Emil!!" came a voice from outside his front door. "Hurry up!! Let's go meet her!!"
Sighing dejectedly, Emil had no choice but to open the door, and follow Matthias, Tino, and Berwald to Lukas's house, where she'd be staying for the time being.
"LUUUUKAAAASSSS~!!!!" sang Matthias, "WE'RE HEEEEREEEE!!!!!"
The foursome were treated to the sight of Lukas rolling his eyes, as he opened
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
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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
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
Hallucinations: USUK OneshotArthur woke up gasping for breath, swimming in his bedsheets and a pool of his own sweat.Hallucinations: USUK Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
It took him a moment to ensure that he wasn't still trapped in his mind.
The hallucinations were always so real. They were vivid and pertained to all of Arthur's five senses. The flames that licked away at the layers of his skin, the sharp fingernails that raked across his body, drawing blood; the white-hot knives sinking their razor-sharp teeth into his arms, intent on lacerating him, and the short stretch of rough rope, handled by unseen hands, pressed against his windpipe, slowly causing him to turn blue with asphyxiation...
Arthur shuddered again, trying to suppress the memory, but the more he tried to forget, the more those thoughts stubbornly surfaced to his mind. He lifted a trembling hand towards his throat, and was shocked to feel the ragged imprint of the rope, where it had dug into his skin.
He squeezed his eyes shut, gulped, and forced his hand away from his throat. It was alway
On Rainy Days: USUK/FrUK OneshotHe should've stopped when he heard himself mutter, "Am I Catholic? Or am I Protestant?"On Rainy Days: USUK/FrUK Oneshot in Drama More Like This
It was too late now, though. Arthur was so very stupid sometimes, despite his elegant, sophisticated English gentlemanly demeanor. The combination of alcohol and relentless rain, hammering down like bullets, had dragged out all the erased memories. He could see him, beckoning and calling out to him, torturing Arthur.
He didn't remember stepping out, but the next thing he knew, he was standing outside in the bitter cold, looking into the windows of the warm pub, the rain stinging and lashing at his face.
And then he wasn't standing there anymore
It was pouring as Arthur trudged on, sloshing his worn black boots through the puddles of mud and rainwater, fueled by grief and fury. He was going to kill him. How dare he rebel? How dare he, when it was he who had taken care of him all his life. And dumping all that perfectly good tea?
And there he was, his hair and uniform a s
The Hanging Tree: RusAme OneshotIvan tugged at his scarf, and rubbed his palms together. He blew warm breath into his cupped hands in an attempt to prevent them from turning blue. It was cold, one of the coldest days in the history of Soviet Russia, but he could stand it. He could stand anything for Alfred.The Hanging Tree: RusAme Oneshot in Drama More Like This
It was almost midnight. The moon shone on the tree under which Ivan was waiting, creating an eerie pattern of shadowed branches, their twigs curled into misshapen claws, on Ivan's face. Where was he? Ivan shoved his hands in his pockets, anxiously waiting.
His fingers brushed against the two coils of coarse rope he had prepared earlier.
The minutes ticked by at an antagonistically slow pace. Still no sign of Alfred.
Panic rose in Ivan's heart, gnawing at his insides like a feral animal. His breath came out in puffy white clouds. It was past midnight. He had promised. He had. Didn't he know what would happen if he didn't come?
A dark figure, clad in snug-looking furs, was slowly shuffling towards him. The left side
Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 4WARNING FOR THE FOURTH TIME: DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE JUST LOOKING FOR FLUFF ANF FLUFFINESSHeartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 4 in Horror More Like This
"I just love sunflowers," he mused happily, picking one up off of a nearby sunflower plant. "They make me feel warm, taking my mind off of the ever-present cold back at my place."
"Sure, er, sunflowers are nice!" you said nervously, not wanting to disagree with Ivan. There was still some doubt in your mindafter all, everyone did say that he was a dangerous and unpredictable country.
Changing the subject, you gestured to the hot sun, and asked, "Ivan, aren't you dying in all those clothes? It is summertime, after all," ending with a pointed look at his thick scarf, enormous trench coat, and heavy boots.
Ivan just smiled a mysterious smile, and stroked his sunflower. "I don't go anywhere without my scarf," was all he had to say about the matter.
You spent five minutes in silence, wondering what to talk about, when Ivan randomly said, "_________________, I'm terribly sorry, but I must be getting
Am I that Feminine- SuFinWith a damp rag in hand, Tino used both hands to diligently scrub all residue off of the kitchen counter. There were a few bits of what looked like dried grape jelly on the counter's surfacefrom what he imagined was Peter's lunch several hours ago. Thankfully, with the hot water spigot only a few feet away, Tino scrubbed the bits of dried jelly right off of the counter, leaving it with a shiny surface. He sighed happily, looking around at the kitchen he'd just cleaned by himself, happy with his work.Am I that Feminine- SuFin in Fan Fiction More Like This
He was just about to go put the damp rag in the laundry room to be cleaned when Peter burst through the front door and swooped into the kitchen, planting himself down in one of the kitchen chairs. "What's for dinner?" He asked breathlessly, smiling widely.
Tino smiled a bit and held a finger up, "Hold on," he said and came back into the kitchen after a few seconds. "Peter, I haven't started cooking dinner yet," Tino laughed. "You're back early."
"Really?!" The boy cried, still a tad
SuFin- Step Forward CH1I walked through the doorways for the first time, breathing in the new atmosphere that would now become my 'home'. My parents had dropped me off at a boarding school, so I would be here for quite a while. I'd stay here for a few years, only to visit home during the holidays. I was new to the area, so I was utterly alone. Being the first day of school, I sensed other students were in the same predicament as I was in.SuFin- Step Forward CH1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
As I followed the vast majority of the crowd, I realized that they were all pouring into a massive room. We were sectioned off into rows according to our last names, and were then given the number for our dorm rooms. Oxenstierna-that was my last name. Through my choppy way of speaking, it's a little difficult for people to understand me, but after I had repeated my name several times to the woman at the head of the line, she nodded and looked at her list. I was handed a piece of paper with my classes and my dorm. It was number 425. My dark green eyes scrolled down to the na
Step Forward CH5- SuFinI leaned against the counter, staring at my left hand as my toast started to warm up. I flexed it a few times, bringing back the elated feeling I had when I had held his hand. His skin was as smooth as I had imagined it to be, though his hands were a little cold. They still felt nice, though. As I curled my hand slightly, I could remember the feeling of his hand sitting in mine. It almost felt as though I was holding his hand again, but I could clearly see that I was not. There was nothing in my hand-nothing but air.Step Forward CH5- SuFin in Fan Fiction More Like This
The small silver box sitting on the countertop sprang into action and forced up the piece of toast I had put in it a few moments prior. It had snapped me out of my memories, and I reached for it, gingerly letting it drop onto my plate as to not hurt myself from the high temperature it had been cooking in. I turned around to a small square table that was a ways back. Usually, it was filled with Denmark's things, like homework that he failed to complete, or candy wrappers, o
Step Forward CH4- SuFin"Get up, Tino," A somewhat monotone voice called to me, and I opened my eyes.Step Forward CH4- SuFin in Fan Fiction More Like This
"N-Norway?" I squeaked, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hands, and sat up.
"Your alarm didn't go off this morning; I think the battery must have died or something We've got school today, so you need to get up."
"Oh, okay," I muttered compliantly and heaved myself out of my bed. I had to blink my eyes a few more times before I was adjusted to the bright light in our room. What was Norway doing with all of the curtains pulled back? Maybe he's just trying to let in some light Pretty bright though, I thought to myself, letting out a morning yawn. I stretched a bit, rolling my shoulders around comfortably as I woke myself up from my dazed stupor.
"I already got your cereal ready," Norway said as he plunged a full spoon into his mouth. He had walked over to our table as I was stretching a moment ago. "Ah jus wet ya fweep in a widdle bit." He chewed, and then swallowed his food, making it much easier t
SuFin - Step Forward CH2It was early morning-well before any classes would start. Norway and I were both prepared for our first class of the day-English-but we were both being casual about it, and decided to chat lightly as we meandered about the school building. It still was early, Norway and I being morning people, so the hallways were roomier than they were when the day progressed. The school almost seemed empty as we wandered around, hearing echoes in certain places where there were never any echoes when school had begun.SuFin - Step Forward CH2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
My bag was slung over my shoulder, holding all of the things I'd need for the day. Norway also had his backpack, though it was being held up with both straps. Again, Tino was on my mind. He had deliberately lied to me a few days ago, and I just couldn't get over it for whatever reason. Taking advantage of the opportunity in front of me, I decided to ask Norway about Tino. "Does T'no not like me'r sum'thin? He ds'n't ev'r w'nt to talk with meh "
"Oh," Norway replied. "Tino
Step Forward CH 8 - SuFin"T'no," I had turned to the blond boy I was dating. "I d'n't wan' t' be nosy 'er anythin' B't wha' re'lly happ'nd betw'n you an' Iv'n?"Step Forward CH 8 - SuFin in Fan Fiction More Like This
I had caught Tino a little off guard as we were walking together to another one of our classes. He did look a little surprised, but then turned to me and gave me a very reassuring smile. It seemed like a weak smile, though. "Iit's not you being nosy, Berwald " He started, walking a little closer to me. "It's my fault for not telling you about him."
Tino then paused for a moment, taking a deep breath in. I was already in story-listening mode, as it was obvious from the way Tino was preparing himself. My eyes continually shifted from Tino to the floor, so I could listen to him and continue to watch out where I was going.
"Before we were enrolled into this school, Ivan lived across the street from me. He had moved in a few years ago and seemed like kind of a lonely guy So me and Eduard decided to try to get to know him, we all we
Hetalia: Stuck, SuFinStuckHetalia: Stuck, SuFin in Humor More Like This
Disclaimor: I do not own Hetalia! I own nothing!
Summary: The Nordics go on a little trip and Sweden and Finland end up stuck in a cabin! What will they do until they get out? WILL they get out?! What is Denmark up to?! Read 'n find out! ♡ SuFin ♡
Finland sighed and smiled as he looked upon the majestic scenery. A beautiful, snowy place with blooming cherry blossom trees and delicate snow falling from the sky.
He didn't even care that his backside was frozen from how long he, and the other Nordics, had been walking in the cold.
Denmark had planned some ★awesome★ trip to some kind of lodge. He was very excited, saying they could all share rooms! Denmark with Norway, Sweden with Finland, and Iceland, they would sort out later. Of course that comment just got Denmark a punch in the arm from Norway, who said Iceland would stay in their room or Denmark could sleep alone.
Denmark reluctantly agreed.
Sweden looked at 'his wife' and kept
+SuFin - Picking+"Mm I'm not to sure Su-san that seems a bit too bright " The Fin tilted his head with a frown; it had been almost the fifth crib they had looked at today. They had been in IKEA for almost five hours, most of those hours it was them going back and forth between each other about why a crib wasn't the right color, wasn't big or small enough, that it was plastic or wooden.+SuFin - Picking+ in Romance More Like This
It was a hard situation to explain, but some how, the Fin that Sweden had adored to no end, showered with tender love every day, had cared for when he was sick, had ended up with his child. Not that he wasn't happy, he was ecstatic to be a dad for the first time (not counting Sealand, since he was adopted, but that doesn't mean- you get the point!). He was overjoyed when he heard the news about his little Fin was carrying a little being that they had created together, which had ended up being a little girl. He was so happy, once they got home; he swore he had kept the little man tight in his arms for
+SuFin - Month 3 : Part 1+Tino sighed for maybe the twenty seventh time that day. He had woken up around four in the morning, and since he couldn't fall back asleep, he decided to make some Våfflor for breakfast, before the other two in the house woke. But that's not what he was sighing about, no. Every few seconds, he'd look down to his torso. Not saying it wasn't good looking, no, but the Fin had noticed he was getting a bit big. Not that he minded it much. It was just not wanted at the moment.+SuFin - Month 3 : Part 1+ in Romance More Like This
He was so use to be the thin, little Fin that everyone knew, and Berwald loved. But would the Swede still like him if he was just a bit pudgy? Or would he turn away. Oh god, Tino hoped he wouldn't. As long as he fit his clothes, he'd be fine. The Swede would always love him, even if the Fin had gotten a bit bigger right? Tino groan, using both hands to ruffle his hair, inwardly cursing and saying 'Bad mind, Bad mind! Su-san will always love you!'
The blonde huffed and pouted, sepa
+SuFin - Month 1 : Part 2+Tino sighed in discontentment. He'd ended up unloading all of his breakfast and lunch in the bathroom, and he was laying face first in his own pillow on his and Su-san's bed. Now his stomach was growling angrily at him, begging for food, and even though he had gotten himself something to drink after his little episode, his throat still burned ever so lightly, not much of a hindrance, more of an annoyance. Now he really did wish he hadn't skipped dinner.+SuFin - Month 1 : Part 2+ in Romance More Like This
He rubbed his stomach lightly, groaning softly, allowing his body to curl up under the covers. He'd felt no nausea at all, after he was done, it was a little strange to him, but he brushed it off, happy that it was all over. But maybe he should've taken his chances and just fell asleep at the dinner table, half way through stuffing his face with Kanelbullar and maybe add some Salmiakki to it, too. Yeah, that sounded good right about now.
He turned onto his back, rubbing his eyes. He still felt exhausted, but he couldn't seem t
+SuFin - Month 2 : Part 1+The Swede sat in the living room of his home, holding their small white dog to his chest, sighing in defeat as he scratched lightly under the barking dog's chin. After this morning, he was about ready for a vacation, which he swore his little wife needed too.+SuFin - Month 2 : Part 1+ in Romance More Like This
"Oh H'na I th'nk m' w'fe's f'nally l'st h's m'rbles." Lately, the Fin had been all over the place. Just last week, the Swede had found him bawling at the kitchen table because he accidently burnt dinner (and his hand while he was at it.). And the week before, almost every night, he'd caught the little Fin up late at night; snacking on sweets and chocolates (He even baked cookies with Salmiakki in them, one night.). H hated to admit that the little man was being a bit of a drama-queen. This is why he was sitting on the couch at this moment.
That morning, Tino had woken up around two in the morning, and had started making Chokladbollar*. The Swede had caught him up and demanded for the other to go back to bed. What he was
+SuFin - Month 2 : Part 2+Tino mumbled softly to himself as he was making some lunch for the smaller boy at the kitchen table. Peter sat there grumbling words under his breath and he played with two little figures and made them fight. He sighed, the smell of the Mac and cheese was making him nauseous. He wasn't sure how much longer he could stand there and mix the cheese into the pot. This ended up being not long.+SuFin - Month 2 : Part 2+ in Romance More Like This
"I-uh I-I'll be back, Peter " He mumbled softly before dashing out of the kitchen and straight to the bathroom. Peter stopped mid-play, staring at the door way his mother had just ran through. He huffed softly, his stomach growling softly. He was hungry right now! And his mom had gotten a bad habit of just running off whenever the food was so close to being done. Peter hopped out of his seat; leaving his action- figures (Tino always called them dolls!), and ran off to find his dad.
It didn't take long to find him, he was outside, cutting some fire wood, he always prepared
Stargazing -- GerItaIt had taken all day (or rather all evening, since they had not begun their trek until well into the afternoon) to work their way through the forest trail. The way the warm sun dappled the greenery around them with spots of light as it slowly set over the horizon was stunningStargazing -- GerIta in Romance More Like This
that is, would have been stunning, if there wasn't an exhausted and fidgety Italian latched onto Ludwig's arm (and one that was very vocal about his condition, no less).
"Ludwig, are we there yet? I'm tired and my feet hurt!" It was safe to say that such statements had become a mantra for the Italian, considering he wouldn't go more than three minutesand Ludwig had timed such occurrences at this pointwithout saying something to that effect.
"Not yet. Just a bit more, I promise." And the German had replied the same way each timenot that it had done much to halt the complaints. Ludwig knew that Feliciano had never been one for hiking. Actually, he was sure most outdoor activities were o
Three, Two, One -- GerItaThree days.Three, Two, One -- GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
That was the amount of time that it took Italy to realize what had been bothering his friend.
Three days. Three days after that Buon San Valentino.
The first day had been spent in panic, of course. Germany being nice was okay and alland he was being really nice! Playing soccer with him, bringing him flowers, giving him hugs, inviting him out to dinner and everything it was really nice, and Italy was happy to be spending time with him!
but it wasn't like Germany at all!
At first Italy thought that maybe Germany had just eaten something funny but as the days went on and the behavior continued, he couldn't help but become wary. There must have been something wrong with Germany for him to act like this, right? A cold the flu? It wasn't like him at all!
Wariness only turned to distress when the German arrived at the restaurant they had arranged to meet.
It didn't start out well. Even when the German walked into the restaurant, he had already start
Yours -- GerIta"Your eyes."Yours -- GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
The hand over the German's face was placed in vain; nothing could hide the deep blush that spread all the way from his cheeks to his ears, as much as Germany wished to sink into the shadows and just be free of this embarrassment. "We we are not discussing this, Feliciano."
"Why not?" His head lifted slightly from the German's chest, the ever-present smile gracing his lips. Italy reached up to tug at the blond's wrists, bringing his hands away from his face with an amused giggle. Germany could be so silly, sometimes! "It's something nice to talk about!"
Germany gave no resistance to the Italian's grip, fighting back a sigh as he met the other's eyes. It was too much to expect a quiet night with Italy; they had not been laying in bed five minutes before that musical voice had piped up, dancing from topic to topic in a sudden burst of energy that was certainly not there when Germany had carried him from the couch to the bedroom, already half asleep. He had hoped that may
It Takes Less to Smile--GerIta"Why doesn't Germany smile more?"It Takes Less to Smile--GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
There it was again. A silly question and two bright amber eyes focused on him from across the desk, the man nearly sprawled across his papers as he looked up at the German, the picture of impatient expectancy.
" smile more?" Germany continued flipping through the documents without missing a beat, used to the Italian's antics.
When the blond didn't probe further, the Italian took it upon himself to walk around the desk and hop up to sit on the edge, still staring at the blond with a pout. "Ve, si! Germany is always frowning! Doesn't it hurt your face to be frowning all the time?" Italy titled his head, looking genuinely concerned.
He could feel the telltale twitch of brows on his forehead, a scowl beginning to creep across his face. "No, my face does not hurt. And get down from there, it isn't a chair."
"But Germany, you should smile more! Smiling makes you happy!" The Italian threw out his arms to emphasize his statement (and almost smacked the Ge
Holding Hands -- GerIta"Germany~ Germany~ Will you hold my hand?"Holding Hands -- GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
The man stared at the brunet next to him as if he had just uttered a declaration of World War III.
"Hold your hand?"
"Mmhmm! Just until we get home, please~?" Big brown eye stared up at him expectantly, a surge of fidgets seemingly overtaking the Italian. "Please, please, please, please, Germany?"
The pair stood outside one of the nicest Italian restaurants that could be found in Berlin (chosen on the Italian's request--he really could never get enough pasta), the sun setting on their Valentine's Day. Which, the German noted with a bit of relief, had been much more successful than the last Valentine's Day they had spent together; a day he had been desperately trying to forget for a year. The dinner had been blessedly uneventful, and even quite enjoyable. Once he got over the embarrassed paranoia that everyone's eyes had to be glued on the couple (really, he would have to admit that two men eating dinner alone on Valenti
For Every Occasion -- GerIta"Ludwig, Ludwig! Give me a "good-morning" kiss!"For Every Occasion -- GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ciao~ Kiss me, kiss me!"
"Look, look, Ludwig! I cleaned up, just like you asked! Aren't you proud? Give me a "good job" kiss!"
"Veee! T-the kitty s-scratched me, Ludwiiiig! K-Kiss it better, per favore?"
"Buona notte, Ludwig! Can I have a "good-night" kiss~?"
The German couldn't help but let out a sigh, his arms lazily around Feliciano's waist as the two lay in bed after a long day. He closed his eyes, breathing in the Italian's sweet scent as he mused to himself. "There really isn't anything that you won't ask a kiss for, is there "
"Hm? What do you mean, Ludwig~?" The man wiggled in his arms, breath tickling against the blond's neck.
Ludwig just shook his head; it wouldn't do much good to try to reason with his slightly-airheaded lover. "Nothing, never mind. A "good-night" kiss, then?" His lips brushed against the other's forehead, bringing forth a river of bubbly giggles from the Italian.
"Per favore, per favore! And that one do
Healing -- GerIta"Say 'aaah~'!"Healing -- GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I will not."
"Ve come on, say 'aaaah'!"
Ludwig scowled at the spoon being offered to himthat is, scowled as much as his stuffy nose and sore throat would allow him. He really did appreciate the Italian trying to help him out but he had not fallen as far as to let someone feed him. He was a grown man, and he would feed himself.
"But I'm just trying to help! So Germany should say 'aaaah~' for me!"
"I-I will not!" The blush on his checks was all from the fever, or at least that's what he told himself. The German pulled the blankets up to his nose, looking away from the brunet. He knew he was being childish, but he he still had his pride. "I-I I will feed myself, thank you for the offer, but I'm fine."
Feliciano's pout rivaled Ludwig's scowl; he dropped the spoon back into the soup bowl, shaking the German's shoulder ever so lightly. Ludwig could be so stubborn! "Come on, come on! You need to eat something, Ludwig, or you won't get better!"
Sleep, Baby, Sleep- GerxItaOver the years, Germany had grown used to the Italian crawling into bed with him. It had almost become normal, although he thought so grudgingly, to wake up in the middle of the night after he had made sure all the doors and windows were securely locked and bolted just to find the brunette naked and clinging to his back. Eventually, Germany came to accept it as a natural phenomena you just could not control.Sleep, Baby, Sleep- GerxIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
However, waking up to a naked, shivering, and WET Italian clinging to him for dear life was certainly new.
III Germany struggled to gain control over his tongue, feeling the telltale blush creeping across his cheeks. Italy! WWhat in the hell are you doing here?" He felt the need to whisper, even though it was his own house. "And wwhy are you soaked?
The only answer he received was a sudden clap of thunder and the man clinging even tighter to him, shivering more violently than before.
Oh. Germany finally made the
Pride -- GerItaHis own time at the World Cup may have come to an abrupt end, but that didn't mean Italy had no reason to be happy.Pride -- GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
The ever-cheerful Italian sat inches away from the TV screen, clothed in his friend's slightly oversized white jersey and waving the black, red, and gold horn in his hands (which he was no longer allowed to play after multiple visits from the staff) as he watched the match. It was the German's hotel room he was staying in; a welcomed offer of accommodations Italy had eagerly taken up once his own team was sent home during the first round.
Of course the loss still stunghe wasn't good at much, yet football was one of things he could usually do wellbut Italy had quickly recovered from his defeat, focusing all his energy on cheering for the German players. Every change of possession caused the burnet to gasp; every time a referee would call foul made his eyebrows furrow; every time the goal was approached saw him sliding off the edge of his seat, holding the vuvuz
The Promise- HRE x ItalyLove is a foreign concept.The Promise- HRE x Italy in Fan Fiction More Like This
This queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, the heat from my cheeks that I know are stained crimson;
the sound of my heart beating against my chest as if wanting to burst free
is something new.
Happiness is also foreign.
The laughter I try so hard to contain, the embarrassed grins that I cant help but grin;
the urge to just break down and squeal in delight as I clutch my pillow to my chest and roll on my bed
is also new.
These emotions, these human emotions that everyone supposedly feels
that everyone is supposedly born into this world with:
had never felt them before you.
Pain was not foreign.
The pain of leaving the pain of being left behind,
Physical pain emotional pain,
were all familiar feelings.
all too familiar.
was all I knew.
was all I felt.
was all that existed for me.
Spamano: Valentine's DayWarning: really really strong language (this is Romano guys) and sexual referencesSpamano: Valentine's Day in General Fiction More Like This
I hate Valentine's Day.
It's just a god-awful holiday that happy people invented to make everybody else feel bad about themselves. It's just a day where all the lonely people get pounded down their throats that nobody in the world wants them. But don't think you're safe when you've actually got someone - now there's a whole crapload of expectations put on the both of you to make the day "romantic" and "special" and "perfect."
Which it won't be.
Cause it's a fucking crappy holiday.
And just when I finally had someone who might make me feel a little less miserable, stupid Antonio's idiot boss decided to send him on a fucking business trip. On fucking Valentine's Day. Right after his birthday too, so we hardly had any time to celebrate.
Not that we didn't stay up all night anyways.
The only plans I had that day were with my brother. Or should I say the disgusting, writhing mass that would be my b
Spamano: 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
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
Dennor: ForgottenLukas is losing his mind.Dennor: Forgotten in General Fiction More Like This
It isn't something he admits to anyone. He hardly admits it to himself. I know if he had his way I wouldn't know either, but you can't spend that much time with someone and not notice something like that. And besides, someone needs understand him.
It's mostly the hallucinations.
They aren't like normal ones, that happen along with real life. Instead, Lukas's consciousness freezes in time. And in a single moment, hours pass in his mind, in which anything can happen. He tells me they're indistinguishable from real life.
The clocks stop, he says. But I hardly pay attention to the clocks.
It's terrifying, when he comes back from one of the visions, and suddenly he recollects things I've done that I have no way of explaining. One night we were lying together, and it was nice and quiet, the way he likes it. And then without warning he screamed, and shoved me off of him, and yelled at me to stay away. To keep my hands off of him.
It took me two hours to convince him
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
If The Right One Came Along (DenNor)"I've got this friend "If The Right One Came Along (DenNor) in Romance More Like This
Lukas looks up from his drink. Never before in this bar has a tablemate actually tried to start a conversation with him, and he likes it that way. He's in no mood for talking. But the man doesn't stop.
"Do you now."
The blonde across the table grins at him. "He's a handsome devil. But he's lonely as hell."
"He acts cool for his friends, and he does his best to make sure everyone around him is happy. Really though, he's just a romantic sap who wants someone to fall in love with."
"But I think, if that person came along, he'd make them happier than they've ever been. He's just not sure how to find that person."
Lukas studies him for a moment. Ever though his eyes contain the trace of a smile, he is completely serious. And is he really drunk, or does the man's hair seem to defy all the laws of physics? Maybe both. His thoughts aren't coming out correctly.
"I've got a friend too," Lukas says, smiling bitterly at the glass in his hand. "He thought
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
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
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
Bring Them Back"Dammit Don't go "Bring Them Back in General Fiction More Like This
I can't leave. I have nowhere to go.
Sobs. Dry, broken ones that shake his entire body.
"Feli I'm so sorry " A gasping breath. "I never It was never supposed to go this far, this was never supposed to happen "
I say nothing because I have nothing to say. All those people, dead
"Feli!" A shout. He removes his hands from his face, and those steely cold blues are burning red now. "You have to believe me! I never wanted this "
Those steely blues, looking up at me with a helplessness that terrifies me.
"I believe you," I say. But I don't know if I do.
A sort of strangled sound in the back of his throat. He pulls me down to him, and now we're together on our knees. With a gasp he buries his face into my shirt and his body begins convulsing again with a new round of lamentations. Half of me wants to comfort him, and half is repulsed. The hands clutching at my clothes are still stained crimson. Almost all of hi
SuFinFinland looked up at the darkened sky and smiled, the moon and stars reflected beautifully on the white snow that covered his country this time of year. Christmas was over and he now got time to enjoy himself. He smiled into his hot cocoa and took a sip of it.SuFin in Romance More Like This
M wife. Sweden said, standing next to him and looking out at the frozen forest in all its glory.
Wh--but I--! Finland said, his eyes opening widely as he looked over at Sweden. Not only was it not true that they were married, but it was slightly embarrassing, too.
Mm? Sweden said, and Finland knew it was as close to a What were you saying? as he would ever get out of Sweden, but now he didnt really want to say anything back, partially because he was absolutely terrified, and, well, it was kind of nice. To have someone that cared like that. Finland smiled, a tiny, microscopic, scared smile. Sweden looked over and smiled slightly, too. He reached over and b
RusAme LOL"Canada," America nervously whispered to his twin, "Dude, seriously, he's creeping me out!" America was referring to Russia, who was staring at him from across the table at the world meeting. "Seriously! It's some creepy crap!"RusAme LOL in Humor More Like This
"Quit bugging me and go talk to him, then!" Canada said, trying to pry America's hands off his arm. 'I'm the hero' and this is how he acts when he's scared?! Canada thought as he finally managed to break free of America's grip, only to have America cling even more tightly to his arm once Canada let go of his hands.
"Are you kidding me?! Dude, just look at him!"America said, gesturing a Russia with his free hand after releasing it from Canada's arm, the other still locked in place. Canada sighed and looked over at Russia, who was the picture of innocence as he looked back with puppy-dog eyes. Canada turned back to America with a look that clearly said, 'Seriously?!'
"No, dude, really! You missed it! His face was all creepy and crap, like-- E