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
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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
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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
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
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
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
You and Me: Chapter 14It had been a few days since Tino had set foot indoors, under a roof that wasn't leaking above an old barn or bus shelter. Barely an hour after they had arrived in Sweden, Berwald and he were taken to the house that Berwald had apparently purchased (at the very last minute, it would seem).You and Me: Chapter 14 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mild warmth hit Tino's face and he smiled into it, forgetting altogether about when and for how much Berwald had purchased this house. Perhaps the tall man had made some phone calls on his cell phone while Tino was asleep, but he couldn't be sure.
Tino looked around him; the house was dark and empty, and bare, which was to be expected. There was, however, a few pieces of furniture such as a rare looking couch in the living room. Upon inspecting the kitchen, Berwald found everything they would need for the time being; a sink, an oven, a small fridge and a functional washing machine. He presumed the bathroom would have a toilet, sink and bath tub, too. Tino didn't move from the space befor
APH: SuFin: Laundry DayTuesday was laundry day, and the weather was finally nice enough that Tino was able to line dry the week's wash. Peter and Hanatamago were playing in the grass nearby. The little blonde boy was trying in vain to wrestle a tennis ball away from the playfully snarling mutt. Tino smiled, things were finally starting to fall into place. Over the winter Peter had gotten adjusted to his new life with Tino and Berwald. Having the little blonde around seemed to complete them and make them a little family. As much as it embarrassed Tino he knew he had the feminine roll in this family. He supposed it was only natural; Berwald despite having a softer and gentler side was much more of a Viking at heart than Tino had ever been. That didn't mean the small Finish man didn't blush anytime Berwald referred to him as his wife. It wasn't offical or anything, but in this new family dynamic it might as well have been true.APH: SuFin: Laundry Day in Fan Fiction More Like This
Not to say that Tino didn't feel for the tall Swede. Sneaking a glance over at him h
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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
Hetalia 10 Songs Meme10 Songs Meme- HetaliaHetalia 10 Songs Meme in General Fiction More Like This
1) Put Ipod/ MP3 on shuffle.
2) Write a story from the song that was stopped on. It has to be written by the time the song ends. (NO SKIPS) xD
1) One X- Three Days Grace
China sat down outside of his house, depressed, thinking about everything he'd been through in this world. That he was probably the only one who was trying desperately to survive in this broken world he was living on. He would always imagine a place so much better than this, with no fighting and wars. But as he thought about it more, he realized that there were many more people who were in his same place. America, Russia, Japan, Germany and all the other countries. Whenever any of them got knocked down, whether it be from battle, economic struggle or emotional turmoil, somehow, all of them had been able to pull themselves together and move on from the past. They had gone through tough times and h
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1) Put Ipod/ MP3 on shuffle.
2) Write a story from the song that was stopped on. It has to be written by the time the song ends. (NO SKIPS) xD
1) Façade- Disturbed
He couldn't take it anymore .. He couldn't keep quiet about this any longer . He just had to know why his best friend was still tolerating the torture Russia put him through. Every day he watched as Liet came into the meeting room and sat down next to Russia with another big cut or bruise on his body. And when asked about it he would just falsely smile and say it wasn't a big deal, while Russia put his arm tightly around him and kissed his head. That killed Poland inside. He knew he could give Lithuania so much better (safer) love than Russia did. He just couldn't understand why he was still with him . And couldn't wait when Liet would finally realize Russia was killing him.
2) Boyfriend- Just
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
Lies: Spamano OneshotLovino Vargas watched Antonio's sulky figure trudging steadily away from his house. He slammed the front door. Hard. Dammit. Why couldn't he ever be honest? Why did it always end with him insulting Antonio? Antonio had gotten really hurt this time, too.Lies: Spamano Oneshot in Romance More Like This
He threw himself onto the couch, and then got up off of it, remembering the countless of times that he and Antonio had sat on it together. In fact, everything in the house reminded him of Antonio.
Lovino picked up the phone (inwardly cringing, remembering the many times that he had called Antonio on it, usually to yell at him), and called his stupid younger brother, in hopes that his childishness and wimpy rambling would make him feel better, or make him explode with even more rage. Either way, it'd get his mind off of Antonio.
"Pronto?" Feliciano Vargas answered.
"Hey, stupid little brother"
"Veh~! Oh, it's you, big brother! Listen; I'll call you back later, I'v
Isolated: Snapped!Iceland OneshotIn my house, there is a large, framed picture of the five of us.Isolated: Snapped!Iceland Oneshot in Horror More Like This
Actually, there are many photos of us five. Six, if you want to count that half-sized little twit.
Even in photos, it's noticeable.
Maybe that's what instigated my decision. The pictures. I don't know. To borrow an overused phrase, I don't know anything anymore.
I think it was just too much. This feeling just built up and accumulated over time.
Take, for example, last week.
"Berwald. Tino. Hi," I had greeted, stepping into their house.
"Peter!! Don't- no, STOP!" yelped Tino, rushing past me to tend to his 'son.'
"Busy, huh, Berwald?" I remarked, but that had gone unheard as well.
"L'sten t' y'r m'm, P'ter," he had grumbled amusingly, quietly doting over his nitwit of a son from a distance.
Ok, I get that when your kid's trying to set the curtains on fire, it might be one of the few acceptable times to ignore your houseguest. But afterwards as well?
I felt about as welcome in their home as a cockroa
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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
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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
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
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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
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Fidgeting in your seat, you picked up your violin bow, mentally running through the song again. You fingered the hard ebony fingerboard on your violin, your nervousness making disgusting sweat mark imprints on the shiny surface. This was the big day. The playing test. The day to prove that you could move up from your current seat as first violin, fifth chair. You had locked yourself in your room to practice for hours everyday on the song you were to be tested on. You had carefully listened to the four players in front of you during rehearsal, analyzing and evaluating their playing. The second through fourth chairs you were sure you could beat. There was just one worryRoderich.
Roderich was the musical genius exchange student from Austria, the country of Mozart and ot
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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
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Ah. Your first world meetingfinally, a chance to introduce yourself to the countries, and make your first impression with a 'bang.' Appearance was everything, after all. You had to seem powerful, or else the other countries would walk all over you for the rest of your existence.
You had been busy making allies. America? Check. China? Check. In fact, you could check just about every country present at the meeting. But there was one last world power, and he would be the hardest to speak to of all.
He seemed so lonely and forlorn. Hardly anyone dared to approach him. Everyone whispered of his cruelty and instability. The Baltics lived in constant fear of him. Other countries kept their distance. Not trying to be biased, you had planned to converse with him during today's world meeting, to see what he was really like, despite everyone's protests.
"Are you crazy?!" Alfred kept asking frantical
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 CH7 - SuFinNorway sighed lightly, massaging his templates with a hand. "Tino's gotten worse," He said in a somewhat flustered tone. He had just arrived at the room that Denmark and I were staying in. Though it was Christmas break, students were able to stay at school if they wanted to. Norway, his brother Iceland, Denmark, Tino and I all stayed at school.Step Forward CH7 - SuFin in Fan Fiction More Like This
Worse? I asked myself, sitting up in my seat and my muscles grew tense for a moment. Was Tino okay? What had happened to him? My mind panicked for a moment.
"Worse?" Denmark asked for me, running a hand through his wild blond hair. "Are you serious?" Unlike his usual snide and nonchalant tone, he sound rather worried. My throat tightened with anticipation.
"I hardly ever joke, Denmark." Norway said rather grimly, glaring straight at Denmark.
"W'rse!?" I asked in an anxious tone, leaning forward suddenly. "Wh't's happ'ned ta T'no? 'S 'e ok'y?"
Both Norway and Denmark stared at me for a moment, Norway looking a little surprised, and Denmark looked
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
Step Forward- CH6 SuFinThough I was asleep, I could sub-consciously hear what was going on around me. My bed was a little closer to the door than Denmark's was, but not by much. I stirred in my sleep lightly as I heard the door to our dorm room gently click open. The door closed quietly again, and feet shuffled against the carpet as they approached my bed.Step Forward- CH6 SuFin in Fan Fiction More Like This
The springs shifted and squeaked, trying to compensate balance between my weight and the new weight that was leaning on my bed. I let out a groggy grumble, and opened my eyes. It was too dark to really tell what was happening-I couldn't really see at all. My already impaired vision in addition to darkness was not really the greatest combo. The vague silhouette of a person scooted closer to me and slipped under the blankets beside me.
Now I was awake. This other person had frighteningly cold hands, and I reflexively scooted closer to the wall. "Who 'r you?" I forced out in an angry whisper.
"It's only me " A weak whisper replied to me in a gentle voice
Step Forward CH3-SuFinA few weeks of school had already passed. Days just seemed to slip away from me in this new life I was living in. A month and a half had already elapsed, but things were still as they were previously. Denmark and I were still friends and roommates. Norway and Tino were still our neighbors, and Tino still had mixed feelings about me, I guess. He was still a little cautious around me. I was doing good in school, I'd like to think. Norway would help me in my writing a bit, though he was a bit OCD about my awful handwriting And Tino usually relied on me in math class. I wasn't a star or anything at math, but he seemed to need a little help from time to time. And I guess it was enough for him.Step Forward CH3-SuFin in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was morning now-another day of school. I had just taken a shower and my hair was still damp, but I was brushing my teeth carefully. Denmark and I were just going about the habits that had now become routine for us. I woke up a little earlier than he did, and with an alarm. He'd wake
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
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
SuFin: Ski Trip"I sure hope the weather is fine!" Tino said enthusiastically from the passenger seat.SuFin: Ski Trip in Romance More Like This
"It will be," Berwald said monotonously. Tino just continued to smile. Berwald looked over at his wife, and then resumed to focus on driving. They drove up the mountain until snow covered the side of the road.
"Doesn't the snow remind you of Christmas?" Tino remarked. Berwald grunted. They passed a little village and continued a bit north after that. "There it is!"
Berwald parked the car in front of Tino's vacation cabin. It was a cozy little thing. They popped the trunk open and Berwald grabbed both of their suitcases.
"Here let me help!" Tino said, but he just got a death glare from the quiet Swedish man. "Or you could just take both."
Tino opened the door and flicked on the lights. He took a long sniff and sighed; "I missed the smell of this cabin!" he took off his scarf and beanie. Berwald took the suitcases to the room. "You could just leave them here!" Tino called. No response.
Tino cooked a wa
Gerita: Why?We were having coffee at an Italian café. Just him and me. We were talking about pasta, and pasta, and more pasta. He obviously refused to change the subject, but I allowed it. I loved his sweet smile. I loved his little curl.Gerita: Why? in Romance More Like This
"Doitsu, I got this watch from Japan the other day!" he shoved his wrist into my face. I saw the small hearts along the rim. "Every time I look at it, I think of you! Ve~"
I smiled slightly. I don't know why I love him, but something about his personality caught me attention. "That's a nice watch Italy," I replied.
"You really think so?!" he yelled. He raised his hands in the air and knocked over my coffee and it spilled all over him. "Oh no!" his smile quickly turned into a frown. I got out of my seat and wiped the coffee off of his shirt. "Thank you, Doitsu!"
I grunted. I walked back to my seat and checked to see how much coffee I had left in my cup. There wasn't much left. He smiled instantly as if nothing happened. I loved his smile.
"I went to big brother Fr
PruAusHun: They Both Gave Me LoveThe car rocked back and forth as the train went over the tracks. It made me grab onto the seats as I made my way to the back of the car to see my friend Toris. This train was taking many of my acquaintances and me to a vacation spot by the beach. World meetings could be stressful, so Ludwig organized a little vacation for all of us to relax and have fun.PruAusHun: They Both Gave Me Love in Romance More Like This
"Look how beautiful the ocean is, Elizaveta!" Toris called from the seat. I sat down next to him. The track was along the coast and it truly was beautiful. The slowly setting sun was making the water glisten.
"I can't wait for this break! We've been working our butts off at the meetings, huh?" I said.
"I know, but I don't understand why Gilbert is here. He doesn't even attend the meetings," he whispered.
"I heard he kept bugging Ludwig saying, 'West you've gotta let me go! You can't have fun without the awesome me!'" I whispered back. Gilbert was a couple of seats ahead of us talking to Roderich.
"Feliks told me different. He told me t
Request: SuFin Family: 2006It was early summer around the end of June. Peter just got out of school and Berwald had the day off. We decided to stay home and have a nice big lunch as a family. It was one of those mornings where you feel relaxed and carefree. Peter helped me clean the whole house yesterday, and only breaking a vase or two in the process.Request: SuFin Family: 2006 in Humor More Like This
Berwald was outside giving Hanatamago a bath, while Peter played with his action figures in the grass by the pool. Kiku gave Peter a whole set of those action figures even though I said he had way too many. I find one in almost every corner of the house! Even in my office on my stack of letters!
"Mummy!" Peter ran into the kitchen where I was cooking, "What are you cooking for lunch?"
"The meatballs we got from IKEA the other day," I said, while stirring the gravy.
"Really?! Yes! Did Daddy want them?"
"Of course, Peter! Daddy always wants IKEA's meatballs,"
"Did someone call me?" Berwald walked in through the patio door with a couple soapsuds on his clothes.
Request: RomanoxReader: Have a Terrible Day"Ok, I need to return the pickaxe, and buy some cheese balls, napkins, goldfish, and canned tomatoes," you went over the list again in your head. Walmart. You parked your car and got a cart and walked across the parking lot. You had the pickaxe in that cart and walked through the automatic doors.Request: RomanoxReader: Have a Terrible Day in Romance More Like This
At the entrance there was an employee handing out smiley face stickers. He had dark brown hair, amber eyes, with a random curl sticking up. "You have a return? Over there ma'am," he pointed off to the counter to your right. He handed you a sticker, "Have a terrible day."
He was upset to have this post, you could tell. You looked at his nametag and said, "Thanks, Lovino," you walked the cart over to the counter. A cheery man that looked exactly like Lovino except with lighter hair called you over to the counter. Next to him was a serious blond man with bright blue eyes.
"Welcome to Walmart! I see you brought back the pickaxe, what was wrong with it?" you placed the pickaxe on the counter.
Request: PrussiaxReader: Gilbird Approves'Another day,' you thought to yourself. That English bastard had been dragging you to these world meetings for the past six months. Of course you could never go inside. You were only a territory. 'I wish I could just move out of Arthur's house and live on my own.'Request: PrussiaxReader: Gilbird Approves in Romance More Like This
At least it was a nice day out. The sun was out with a few patches of clouds covering the sky. A little yellow bird was chirping in a nearby tree. It flew closer and closer to you. Eventually it was standing at you feet, "Why hello there," you said. It just chirped.
"His name is Gilbird," a voice said. You looked up and saw a man with silver hair and peculiar, red gleaming eyes.
"He's your bird?" you asked.
"Yup, the awesome me owns that bird," he said arrogantly.
"I've never seen you around here before," you said.
"Mainly because I'm too awesome to come here in the first place," he sat next to you and Gilbird flew to his shoulder.
"Umm ok. So why are you here now?"
"B-because my brother is uh . Forcing
Request: Spamano: Valentine T.V.WARNING THERE IS SOME LANGUAGE said by Romano obviouslyRequest: Spamano: Valentine T.V. in Romance More Like This
They snuggled on the couch. Lovi pouting as Antonio put his arm around him.
"Just let me watch TV in peace, bastardo!"
"Let's see what else is on," he replied completely ignoring Lovino. Antonio clicked the remote and flipped through the channels. He stopped on a Spanish channel.
"Can we watch something we can both understand?!"
Antonio laughed as Lovi stole the remote from him. He punched in some random number hoping it was something in Italian to get back at Antonio, but it was wheel of fortune. Close enough, he could still beat him in these questions.
"Welcome to our Valentines episode of wheel of fortune!" the host said.
"Perfect show, Lovi!!" Antonio said.
"Let's play a game! Whoever guesses the word right gets to do that action to the other person."
"Ok, the topic is emotion. We have Ludwig going up first!" the host announced. Ludwig spinned $100 and guessed the letter N. One of five of the boxes l
Wedding: EnglandxReaderArthur took you out to the beach after having dinner with him. The two of you walked hand in hand on the sand along the orange, glistening water. You kicked off your shoes and ran to the water and he followed right behind you, struggling as he tried to roll his pants up. "Hey hold on a minute!" he called. You turned around and laughed as you watched the Englishman struggle. Finally he caught up to you. The two of you splashed water on each other.Wedding: EnglandxReader in Romance More Like This
"AH!! ARTHUR!!" you cried after he got your hair wet. He only laughed and ran away as you tried to get revenge. You chased after him, but he stumbled and fell in the wet sand. You heard him curse under his breath. His clothes and face was covered in the moist sand. "C'mon." You grabbed his hand, dragged him to his feet, and walked him over to your shoes where a towel was. The two of you sat down in the sand.
"This is my new coat too!" he cried.
"Oh don't be a baby," you said. You picked the towel up and dried his blond hair like a child. You h
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
Spamano: Valentine's DayWarning: really really strong language (this is Romano guys) and sexual referencesSpamano: Valentine's Day in General Fiction More Like This
I hate Valentine's Day.
It's just a god-awful holiday that happy people invented to make everybody else feel bad about themselves. It's just a day where all the lonely people get pounded down their throats that nobody in the world wants them. But don't think you're safe when you've actually got someone - now there's a whole crapload of expectations put on the both of you to make the day "romantic" and "special" and "perfect."
Which it won't be.
Cause it's a fucking crappy holiday.
And just when I finally had someone who might make me feel a little less miserable, stupid Antonio's idiot boss decided to send him on a fucking business trip. On fucking Valentine's Day. Right after his birthday too, so we hardly had any time to celebrate.
Not that we didn't stay up all night anyways.
The only plans I had that day were with my brother. Or should I say the disgusting, writhing mass that would be my b
Dennor: 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: 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: 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
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: 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
DenNor: Forgotten Part 2It's sunny, the day it happens. Chilly, yes - it always is where we live. But the sunlight is refracting off the ice, brightening our bedroom.DenNor: Forgotten Part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
Lukas is on the left side of our bed, with his back to me. His hair is splayed out slightly on his pillow
"Lukas," I say quietly. He's not a morning person, so I've long since learned that I need to be careful when waking him. But instead of telling me to please shut up, he doesn't react.
I cautiously reach out a hand to shake him awake. But when my fingers brush him, I recoil.
His skin is cold to the touch.
"Lukas?" I say again, alarmed. Again he doesn't respond, and for the first time I notice he's scarcely breathing.
Too shaken to touch him again, I untangle myself from our covers and walk over to his side of the bed.
He's lying there with his eyes open, unblinking and unfocused. They're staring blankly at the wall, and when I kneel in front of him, they give no sign of having seen me.
"Lukas?" I ask one more time, reaching out and
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
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
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
Two-Step -- GerItaThe sound was soothing; the soft pitter-patter of raindrops bouncing off the leafy canopy surrounded them as the two walked through the garden. The dreary gray of the sky only intensified the colors of the flowers around themthe striking scarlet of roses; bright pinks, whites, and oranges of lilies; and the deep blue of irises all stood stark against the clouds, brightening their path in lieu of the sun.Two-Step -- GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was becoming more often than not that the cheerful Italian could convince him to leave his stuffy office to spend time together. Germany didn't mind the little distractions, despite how much he would initially protest; time with Italy had an almost therapeutic effect on him. Life would become an amazing event through the eyes of the bubbly brunet; no matter if it was the pasta he ate for lunch every day or finding a bird's nest in his window sill, everything was recounted with wide gestures and a bright smile, managing to add a small bit of cheer to any day.
And it was at the
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
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
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
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It was cold enough that their breath mingled in the air, snow beginning to fall gently around them. Ludwig had told him to meet him at the café at seventeen-hours sharp. Of course he came running up to him two hours and thirty-six minutes late, panting like he had just ran a marathon.
The brunette struck him a sloppy salute, grinning that silly grin of his, chirping a carefree greeting at the blond. Which, he was promptly scolded for.
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The scolding didnt faze Feliciano. The grin never wavered; it only grew as he began explaining to the German that it wasnt his fault he was late. He had woken up late from his siesta, so he began running here as fast as he could, but of course he had to greet the girls he met on the way, and then he had to stop for a little wake-me-up treat, and of course he had to play Lupo Delle Ore with
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"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
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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
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"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?!'
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