PruAus: The Timpani RollRoderich was in his happy place.
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
Misdirected Anger- PruAus"Gilbert, why won't you clean up after yourself?!"Misdirected Anger- PruAus in Short Stories More Like This
No matter where Gilbert went, Roderich was right behind him yelling. Gilbert was getting over a cold and had a massive headache. The Austrian's words were making his head throb, and all Gilbert wanted was to tell him to shut up. The only reason he didn't was because Roderich didn't know he was sick. Gilbert had hid it so successfully and he didn't want to ruin that now.
"Honestly, is it that hard to pick up your dirty clothes?!" Roderich held up an armful of Gilbert's laundry to make his point. First Gilbert left his dirty clothes on the bed, in the bathroom, and on the floor, and now he was just walking away. The nerve! "You treat me like a servant or something! It's not that hard to pick up clothes! I'm not even asking you to clean the house, I just want you to stop leaving your stuff everywhere! And it's not just the clothes! You leave dishes lying around, you forget to close the fridge, and you track mud in the house rig
Roses- PruAusIt was a completely normal day; no special occasions, no anything. Which was exactly why Gilbert Beilschmidt was walking down the street with a bouquet of roses. To Gilbert it felt odd to be walking around with all these roses on a normal day, but Spain was never wrong when it came to relationships.Roses- PruAus in Short Stories More Like This
"You're expected to be romantic on the important days, so if you really want to impress someone, you have to be romantic on normal days too!"
Just as Gilbert suspected, Roderich wasn't home yet. Unlocking the door, he began to put his plan into action. He should have just enough time to prepare everything.
Roderich sighed as he slowly made his way home. It had been a long day and he was aching all over. On the bright side, at least he wasn't hungry. The meeting had lasted so much longer than planned that they finished discussing it over dinner. As Roderich was about to unlock the door, he noticed something on the top step. It was a red rose with a ribbon tied around it. He wondered w
Ice Cream- PruAusIt had to be a hundred degrees outside on that sunny August day. Both Roderich and Gilbert were wearing as few clothes as they could possibly get away with in public, but they were still sweating. Going to the park had definitely not been a good idea.Ice Cream- PruAus in General Fiction More Like This
"I'm dying out here!" Gilbert announced, wiping sweat off his face with his shirt. Before Roderich could remind him that going out had been his idea, Gilbert spotted an ice cream truck and several trees. "Let's go get ice cream. We can sit in the shade for awhile."
Roderich wasn't a big fan of ice cream, but shade and cold liquids sounded very inviting. He didn't protest as Gilbert led him to the street. "Um..." Nothing looked very good to the Austrian.
Gilbert seemed to be having the same problem. "Worst ice cream ever!" he complained, although he knew it was their only option. "I guess I'll just have a vanilla cone. What do you want, Roddy?"
"Do you have strawberry?" Roderich asked the bored looking man, who nodded. He handed the two me
Nightmare- PruAusRoderich rolled over in his sleep and knocked a book and his glasses off the table. The sound startled him, and he instinctively tried to adjust his glasses when he sat up. He realized that Gilbert must have removed them when he fell asleep and fumbled around looking for them. He put them on and glanced out the window, deciding that the sun would probably rise soon. He didn't feel the least bit tired, so he turned to face the Prussian.Nightmare- PruAus in Drama More Like This
He was quite surprised to see that Gilbert was asleep. The Prussian was always still awake when Roderich dozed off while reading and he never slept in. Even when Roderich woke up in the middle of the night, Gilbert was awake and would tell him to go back to sleep before rolling over again. He could only recall seeing Gilbert sleep once years ago, and was pleased that he would get to see it again. It was a rare treat to see Gilbert look so innocent and peaceful.
Roderich realized that he would not get that pleasure this time as Gilbert curled up into a li
The Dress- PruAus"Absolutely not," Gilbert said stubbornly. "I'm not going to do it!"The Dress- PruAus in Humor More Like This
"Please!" Roderich whined. He was carrying a small box and following the Prussian around the house. "It would look so cute!"
"There's nothing you could say that would make me do it! That's a stupid idea!" Gilbert might have been willing to do plenty of stupid things, but this was just too much. His pride would never let him wear something like that, even if it was just around the house.
"You won't even do it for me? I'll count this as my birthday present, since you didn't get me anything."
"I did get you a present last month! You said it yourself that it was the best birthday present you've ever gotten. " Admittedly the present had been a little cheap, but Roderich had loved it.
"It was good sex, but we have sex all the time! This is something different! Pretty please?" Roderich was good at begging and as soon as Gilbert saw his puppy-dog eyes, he knew he had lost.
"Fine, I'll wear it." Gilbert just couldn'
Deep Down They Do Care- PruAusPrussiaDeep Down They Do Care- PruAus in Romance More Like This
I still can't believe that I could ever love someone like Roddy. We're complete opposites; yin and yang, or something. He's everything that I'm not. Patient, polite, quiet, shy, and a whole lot more. I don't even know how he puts up with me.
He does so much more than put up with me. He actually trusts me. I might annoy him on a regular basis, but he shares his deepest secrets with me. I wish I could do the same, but I think he at least knows that I don't mean it when I tease him. It's just a way to break the ice. I might complain that he spends hours in the bathroom every morning, but I know he'll be beautiful when he comes out. Hell, he'd be beautiful no matter what he did. I kinda wish he wouldn't wear those damn glasses though; he doesn't even need them and he looks so cute without them. He has dreamboat eyes. Maybe he should keep wearing the glasses so I can be the only one to see them.
I want him to be mine and only mine. I've waited practically my whole life for us to get
SleepThe Prussian crept into the dimly lit piano room and quietly closed the door behind him. He laughed at the fact that Roderich didn't even know he was here. He smiled at just the thought of all the stuff he could do in there.Sleep in Short Stories More Like This
A bundle of blankets on a couch caught his eye, and Gilbert cautiously approached it. Upon closer inspection, Gilbert saw the very person he'd been hiding from. None other than Roderich Edelstein was lying on the couch, sleeping peacefully.
For a moment Gilbert was startled by the Austrian man sleeping there, but he grinned as he remembered the reason.
"Prussia, you idiot! How could you kick a ball through my window?! Glass is expensive, you know!"
Gilbert recalled the Austrian man complaining that there was an uncomfortable draft in his room, despite Hungary's best attempt at covering the broken glass until it could be repaired. Apparently this was where Roddy decided to sleep until the glass was fixed. It actually made sense, there was no way Roderich coul
Prussia's Thoughts: AustriaI know that some fangirls will be happy and some will want to kill me for this, but I love him. I know you guys pair me up with lots of people, but me and Roddy are together.Prussia's Thoughts: Austria in General Fiction More Like This
I've liked him for a really long time, but I wasn't able to tell him until recently. It turns out that he's liked me for almost as long. Okay, probably not nearly as long. I told him that I first started to like him after the War of Austrian Succession, but I started liking him the first time I saw him. There was just something about him that caught my eye. Maybe it was how cool and collected he always was. I used to bother him because I wanted to see him react. I wanted him to react to be in any way at all, whether it be screaming at me or moaning my name. That's why I messed with him for so long, but he doesn't know that. He would've thought it was really weird if I ever told him.
I would do anything for Roddy. I know I don't seem the type, but I really care for him and I really want to make him happy. I don't r
Visiting- PruAusI walk down the street carrying a dozen roses, like I do several times a month. By now the people on the streets recognize me and they smile as I walk by. I know they're all thinking about how lucky a girl is to have me. I don't acknowledge their smiles and continue walking, pausing only once to polish my glasses.Visiting- PruAus in General Fiction More Like This
Today is a little different though. Along with the bouquet of roses, I'm also carrying a small black case. I've been preparing for this day for months, and I quicken my pace, not wanting to arrive late.
I push open the gate and walk down the familiar path, like I've done so many times before. I could navigate this path with my eyes closed by now, meaning that I have a moment to think. I realize that I bring roses so often, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't mind. Even if he does mind, I have other plans for today that will surely make up for it.
"Hello, Gilbert," I say quietly. I don't speak for a moment, waiting for a reply, but as I stare at the grave I know it's a waste of tim
Prussia's Thoughts: GermanyWhat do I think of West? He's a pain, he doesn't shut up, he was incredibly annoying when he was little, he doesn't know how to relax, he's bossy, and he's a funny drunk. Do I like him? Hell no. Do I love him? Yes. And I mean that in a brotherly way, you stupid fangirls!Prussia's Thoughts: Germany in General Fiction More Like This
No matter how many times we disagree and fight and stuff, he's still my little bruder and I love him. And for everyone who wants to know, we love each other as family. Not as anything else. We've never kissed, we don't have sex (and even if we did, he would never top me), we don't want a relationship, and there's nothing secretly going on between us. He's just my little bruder.
Don't get me wrong, just because I love him doesn't mean that I don't want to beat the crap out of him. Let me tell you, he was a horrible kid! He's been criticizing me since he could talk. He called me an idiot, a bully, ugly, weird, and a rapist, among other things. He still does, by the way.
First he went through a phase where he wanted to be
PruAus: Asleep On The CouchRoderich rolled his eyes at the first thing he noticed upon walking into the living room. The arrogant, near-white haired freeloader was spread over the entire sofa, snoring loudly. He was still wearing his heavy boots, with one leg hung up on the back of the chair.PruAus: Asleep On The Couch in Fan Fiction More Like This
"For goodness sake," Roderich murmured, approaching the lazing drunk, "he's going to get dirt all over the couch, and I'm the one who is going to have to clean it."
He contemplated waking the fallen nation, but that would mean he would have to look after him all night, and make sure he doesn't stumble into any trouble. He would also end up with a headache, well aware of Gilbert's strange habit of singing when intoxicated.
Roderich sighed, and walked around Gilbert's arm that stuck out over the edge of the sofa carefully; he could have been pretending to be asleep, and if he was, Gilbert would surely try to grab him if he got too close. But there was no movement. The well-primped Austrian left the living room, but soo
PruAus: Singing Voice"Roderich!"PruAus: Singing Voice in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Go away, Gilbert!"
"But it's cold out heeere," the Prussian whined. Roderich had locked him out for coming home drunk and disorderly at 3 o'clock in the morning. Gilbert sighed when there was no response from the Austrian, who was probably sipping some sort of hot drink before getting into bed where it was cosy and warm.
How Gilbert longed to be there.
He stumbled around the outside of the house in search of an open window, but Roderich had shut and locked each one.
"I'll never get to sleep at this rate," Roderich rubbed his aching head, "He's going to destroy my lawn. For goodness sake, why is it always me? I'm sure he could just as easily bother Ludwig when he's off his face like this."
He jumped and let out a yelp at the sound of something hard smacking off of his bedroom window. He quickly composed himself and looked outside; there was Gilbert, calling his name. He flung the window open impatiently, "What in god's name do you think you're doing?"
"Roddieeeeeeeeeee, I w
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
Giripan: Nap Partners"Konnichiwa," Heracles smiled at Kiku standing in the doorway. The Japanese man looked surprised to see him, but pleased nonetheless.Giripan: Nap Partners in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Oh, konnichiwa Heracles-kun. What brings you here today?"
The Grecian held up a small rectangular box and rattled it persuasively, "I brought Pocky."
Kiku knew what this meant. He nodded, stepping aside, "Would you like to come in?"
"Arigatou!" Heracles beamed and hurried in, kicking off his shoes and placing them neatly next to Kiku's. Kiku smiled; he had been practicing his Japanese, that much was evident.
Kiku closed the door behind him, "Have you come to show off all of the new words you have learned?"
Heracles chuckled, "Iie, I thought we could watch another historical Japanese movie. The one you showed me last week was so fascinating! Have you got any more?"
"Hai, lots." Kiku led Heracles into his TV room and gestured for him to sit down while he searched through his large collection of DVDs, "There is Tsuma Yo Bara No Yoni, Hawai Mare o
FrUK: Wind In Your HairEngland had terrible weather. All of the UK did. Whether it was endless rain causing floods in some rural places or a very rare heat wave that the inhabitants were so unaccustomed to that it drained them completely, the weather was always filthy. The sky was never to be seen; it hid from the dreadful weather behind every thick cloud that hung, dragging themselves along, up above.FrUK: Wind In Your Hair in Fan Fiction More Like This
Today was no exception. Today, England was graced (or cursed, rather) by raging, blistering winds that swept up skirts, messed up hair and turned umbrellas inside-out in a mad fury. The trees were trying to rip their roots from the ground just to get away from it, their leaves almost escaping completely. The desperate rustling under the winds boom was almost poignant, but no more than the irritation inflicted on the ears of the passers by.
Arthur Kirkland strode in pride through the chaos. No, today wasn't that bad at all. Not to someone who was more than used to it. The ground was damp, but there wasn't a spe
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 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
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
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: 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
PruAus - Sweet Valentine ConfessionsValentine's day, a day the Austrian student Roderich Edelstein did indeed enjoy, if not a certain albino Prussian by the name of Gilbert Beilschmidt always decided to ruin the day for him every year.PruAus - Sweet Valentine Confessions in Romance More Like This
But this year, this year was different, for he had not seen the shadow of said troublemaker. Maybe god had chosen that today, he would finally get to be free of him, which made him feel calm, yet... He could not help but feel slightly lonely. Even if the Prussian was annoying and liked to play tricks on him, he actually did not mind.
He loved Gilbert...
Of course no one would ever know that. He never seemed to show it, because he was sure that he did not feel the same affection towards him as he did.
The Pianist turned around to see the Hungarian student, Elizaveta Herdevary, running towards him with a small gift in her hand.
He gave her a nod and a small, almost unnoticeable, smile. "Hello Elizaveta." He said politely.
The Hungarian smiled brightly as she reached him and,
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
Spamano: Men and BoysThey say that having a child makes men of boys.Spamano: Men and Boys in General Fiction More Like This
It's actually the other way around. When a man has a child, it brings out the boy in him that hasn't been there for a long time.
I see it in Antonio. Usually he's so composed, but around her, he's completely the opposite. Instead he makes mistakes to make her laugh, and says ridiculous things to make her smile. There's a playfulness in him that I never saw before she was born. Around her, he sort of glows. Not that he didn't before. It's just that now, it's so much more obvious and permanent.
So when I happen to see them in the kitchen, and catch Antonio dropping something just so that she'll giggle and chastise him, I can't help but smile a little. He's got a handful of cherry tomatoes that he can't seem to carry properly, and they keep slipping from his fingers into her lap. Then his eyes widen at his mistake, and he apologizes as if he's just committed murder, and she pats him on the head and tells him it's okay. And he let's out
GerIta: Try AgainHoly Rome wasn't coming back.GerIta: Try Again in Romance More Like This
I coughed back a gasp at the sudden thought. But it it was true, wasn't it? He'd been gone for so long. Hundreds and hundreds of years, I'd waited for him to come back to me. If he was still out there somewhere, it wouldn't have taken him that long to find me. Right?
I had to move on.
The idea terrified me. My entire life I'd spent just yearning for him; that was how I lived. Eat breakfast. Holy Rome. Go to work. Holy Rome. Crawl into bed alone, every single night Holy Rome. I didn't know how to live any other way. Was it even possible? I struggled to remember a time when he hadn't grazed my every thought.
God. Holy Rome not coming home? The thought had never even occurred to me. I looked back now on all that time I'd wasted on that beautiful boy. I'd closed myself off, hadn't I? I saw that now. I must have hurt so many people. My brother came to mind He deserved someone better than I had been, didn't he?
I deserved better, too. I couldn't l
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
ItalyxReader: Making PastaIt was summertime, and you were vacationing with your family in Venice, Italy. You were supposed to be spending time with your grandparents, who lived on a huge property in the Italian countryside. It was supposed to be great fun and all, but you knew you would probably just end up bored in your room, watching Italian dramas.ItalyxReader: Making Pasta in Short Stories More Like This
A week into the trip, you'd spent most of your time wandering around their big house, occasionally being introduced to Grandma's various friends and their grandchildren. Besides that, no one paid very much attention to you.
That afternoon, your parents and grandparents had left the house to go to a wine tasting. You were alone in the house. Again. You sighed. Another afternoon of trying to decode Italian soap operas, you thought.
But as you padded sock-footed towards the loft, you heard noises coming from the kitchen. Suddenly terrified, you stood stone-still. It sounded like pots and pans being taken out of the cupboards?
Oh gosh, you thought, not mov
Spamano: MorningsThe early light shone through the blinds into a spacious master bedroom, making stripes of gold across a snow-colored mattress. The clock dimly read 10:21 am, but in the bright light, the digital numbers were faded, unimportant. The room had a lazy feel to it, as if the flood of buttery sunshine was actually tangible, hindering movement.Spamano: Mornings in Romance More Like This
The bed held two dozing bodies. The larger one, a tanned, finely muscled Spanish man, lay curled loosely on his side, hands around the smaller man's waist. The latter had chestnut hair, and a single stray curl that rose and fell as he breathed. Every once in a while, he would roll irritably in his sleep and press himself closer into the Spaniard.
Antonio yawned, opening his eyes to the morning. He dimly thought that he must have overslept a little, but he hadn't much to do anyways. And he was so comfortable
He looked down at the man in his arms and smiled. Lovino smelled like everything he loved: the tomatoes he ate constantly, the gr
Spamano: A NameWith the birth of their first daughter came the agonizing choice: What to name her?Spamano: A Name in General Fiction More Like This
Antonio made lists and lists of beautiful Spanish names for Lovino to choose from, but he rejected them all. None fit her exactly right. They needed something that was magnificent enough to portray their daughter, but not so flowery that it made her sound like something served on a platter.
It wasn't until after she was born when Antonio and Lovino agreed on a name that they deemed perfect: Feliciana.
Feliciano, her god-father, said he had never been more flattered.
AusHun/PruHun: Wedding DressWhen the morning comes he'll rise at precisely six, just like every morning.AusHun/PruHun: Wedding Dress in General Fiction More Like This
He'll shuffle over to the shower and run some warm water before slipping off his bedclothes and folding them on the counter with neat creases. Then he'll step into the water gingerly. He'll wash his hair carefully and maybe hum a few bars of a composition that's been tossing around in his mind for a while. When all soap is free of his body he'll stare for an unusually long time at the tiles on the wall before twisting the water off and wrapping his towel around his waist.
Through the steam of the bathroom he'll make his way to the sink and splash some icy water onto his face and then lather it with shaving cream. Less ceremoniously than usual he'll drag his razor over his cheeks. He won't make eye contact with himself in the mirror.
When he's sufficiently clean he'll make his way back into the dark bedroom. He'll switch on the lights and then blink in the sudden brightness. Instead of heading to his closet for
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
Quit - PruAusA loud cackle echoed from across the room. Roderich let out a long sigh and turned his head to see who it was, as if he didn't know. The usual German albino walked towards him, still laughing. He coughed every once and a while, making his Austrian companion raise a brow.Quit - PruAus in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Why is it that you cough so often, hm?"
Gilbert raised a brow in response to the question. He took a moment, which Roderich assumed was to come up with an answer, before laughing.
"Cuz coughing is awesome."
Roderich turned back over to his piano and looked at his sheet music. He attempted to find where he left off, but Gilbert wouldn't allow that.
"Sooo. What's up, Roddy?"
"I'm practicing, and I'd appreciate it if you--"
"Yeah, Yeah, that's great, but I'm bored as hell. So entertain me."
Roderich groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"If memory serves, it's Elizavetta's turn to entertain you, spoiled brat..."
"What do you mean 'was'?"
"Weeeeeell, you know how Lizzy's response to eve
Shadows - UkFrFrancis had started to love the cold. He liked to go out in the snow, and occasionally make snow men with Matthew and Alfred. Of course, when they did so, Arthur would stay inside. He could really be a kill joy sometimes. But, when Francis wasn't outside with the boys, he was either cooking or sitting in front of the fireplace. He would wrap a blanket around himself as well, to add to the heat. It made sure that the cold that would later surround him would be a bit more comfortable.Shadows - UkFr in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a particularly cold night, extremely uncomfortable as well, as the heater was malfunctioning. Alfred had fallen asleep on the couch, curled up in a few blankets. Two of them thin, the top being the comforter from his bed. Matthew had retreated to his and Alfred's bedroom, and was fast asleep, clutching Kumajirou under the sheets.
However, Francis and Arthur were awake. Well, barely. Francis was hunched over, wrapped in his usual pale green blanket, a few feet away from the fire place. He w
Jewelry - UkFrArthur had been gone for hours now, and it annoyed Francis more than it should have. The Brit had made it more than clear that he was simply Christmas Shopping, and that was a legitimate reason to not want him to tag along. But, three hours was far too long just to shop. Especially for Arthur, who didn't even like clothes shopping with Francis.Jewelry - UkFr in Fan Fiction More Like This
Francis jumped when he heard the front door open and rushed out of the bedroom and down the hall, only to see Arthur dropping the many bags he was holding onto the couch. The shivering Brit tossed his scarf onto the nearest chair and began to peal off his coat and many shirts, until he was left in a long-sleeved green turtle neck. Francis crossed his arms.
"Angleterre, where were you?"
Arthur raised a large brow.
"mall. where else?"
"for three hours?"
"it's a big mall, Francis."
Arthur have a soft chuckle at how paranoid Francis could be. He felt like he should be flattered, but it really only amused him.
"calm yourself, Francis. everyth
Gift - FrUk"Oiiii! Frog, come here!"Gift - FrUk in Fan Fiction More Like This
Francis sighed, pulling his hand away from his temple. He just wanted to go home, take some medicine for his head ache, and go to sleep. "What is it, Angleterre?" He turned around to be face to face with Arthur, surprised to see a slight blush across the Englishman's face.
Arthur gave a slight up turn at the lips.
"Close your eyes."
"Just do it. I won't hurt you of anything like that."
Francis sighed and nodded, closing his eyes. All he could hear were footsteps for a moment.
"He's probably trying to make me think he's going to kiss me, then he'll just walk away, making me look like a fool."
A slight rush of cold over Francis' collar bone surprised him.
"Okay, open your eyes."
Francis obeyed Arthur's command, seeing nothing but empty hall in front of him. "Arthur?"
"Behind you, idiot. Don't look at me, j-just look at your neck."
The Frenchman sighed and looked down, surprised to see a silver snowflake necklace hanging from his neck. He looked
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
Fiction: PruHun OneshotNOTE: This oneshot is loosely based off of the song 'Fiction' by B2ST. If you want to check the song out, see the description ^^Fiction: PruHun Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
Gilbert didn't really like to talk about it, but he owned a couple of journals. If you wanted to be difficult, then yes, you could refer to them as 'diaries.' Of course, he hadn't written in any of them for years. He was too awesome to be writing in some sissy thing like that.
Another thing Gilbert didn't like to talk about was Elizaveta. In fact, he didn't even like to think about Elizaveta.
Lately, he couldn't help it, though. Ever since Liz had left him for that that insufferable Roderich, his thoughts had begun to arbitrarily drift into memories, recollections, and fantasies about her. He realized that he had spent a whole week trying to recall the exact shade and style of her hair. He struggled to remember the exact hue of her spring green eyes, and that beautiful, wry smile; the smile that would always manifes
Tomorrow: Spamano--Alternative Fluff, Part 2NOTE: This is the alternative fluffy ending to part 1 (obviously xD). See link in the description for the first part :3Tomorrow: Spamano--Alternative Fluff, Part 2 in Romance More Like This
Quadruple-checking that no one was around him, Lovino buried his head into his arms, and allowed himself a few tears. Dammit, it was true, wasn't it? No one liked him, let alone Antonio. That stupid bastardo. Actually, Lovino himself was also an idiot; he had let himself believe that perhaps Antonio cared; perhaps he had a shot at love He knew better, now. He would lock away his heart from now on; there was no need for love, or Antonio. The stupid bastardo could go with his equally idiotic friends, and Lovino wouldn't give a
Great. Wonderful. He was even hearing voices now.
Why won't my brain shut up?!
A shiver ran down Lovino's spine. He didn't think that he could imagine the feel of Antonio lifting his chin up.
The chains that Lovino had imagined binding his heart instantaneously lacerated as he stared into A
Return: GerIta-ChibitaliaxHRE OneshotFrom the moment he opened that tomato box, I knew.Return: GerIta-ChibitaliaxHRE Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
My Holy Rome had come back for me.
At first, I had thought that I was hallucinating againHoly Rome was dead, or at least that's what they had told Mr. Roderich and Miss Elizaveta.
But no, it was my Holy Rome. Even after all these years, I recognized him.
The only drawback was that Holy Rome had forgotten me.
Holy Rome went by a different name now'Ludwig.' His sky blue eyes, once childishly round, had sparkled with affection every time he looked at me. Now, they were a colder shade of blue, and looked at me with unfamiliarity. Holy Rome had used to blush a light shade of pink whenever he saw me, but that too had been lost.
Holy Rome's hair had darkened slightly, but it was still styled similarly the day that I had last seen him. I could still remember with precise accuracy the details of that day The words we had exchanged I've loved you since the 900s The brush that I had given him
Tomorrow: SpamanoNOTE: For all you fluff fans out there, there is an alternative fluff ending part 2 (link is in the description). However, this works as a oneshot as well, in my opinion...Tomorrow: Spamano in General Fiction More Like This
Today is going to be the day. I will definitely tell him today, for sure. No more excuses. No more putting it off.
This was Lovino Vargas's resolution as he grabbed his backpack, and walked out of his house to school.
Lovino was in love with that bastardo, that Antonio. He loved his beautiful, tan face, his twinkling green eyes, and his luscious chocolate hair. Hell, he loved everything about Antonio.
He could never fathom if Antonio liked him back or not. Sometimes, he and Antonio would stay up late into the night, talking about something or the other through the use of instant messaging. At other times, Antonio seemed to find Lovino negligible, a shadow in the dark.
Lovino hated to show weakness, but he could never stand it whenever Antonio ignored him. Part of his
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
Concertmistress: AustriaxReaderNOTE: If you're not an orch dork (or band geek, or maybe even choir person) , or you don't get orch dork (or band geek/choir person @_@) terminology, you may have some trouble understanding all of the story xDConcertmistress: AustriaxReader in Romance More Like This
Fidgeting in your seat, you picked up your violin bow, mentally running through the song again. You fingered the hard ebony fingerboard on your violin, your nervousness making disgusting sweat mark imprints on the shiny surface. This was the big day. The playing test. The day to prove that you could move up from your current seat as first violin, fifth chair. You had locked yourself in your room to practice for hours everyday on the song you were to be tested on. You had carefully listened to the four players in front of you during rehearsal, analyzing and evaluating their playing. The second through fourth chairs you were sure you could beat. There was just one worryRoderich.
Roderich was the musical genius exchange student from Austria, the country of Mozart and ot
Hate: SuFin OneshotBerwald hates me.Hate: SuFin Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
Why else would he glower at me peevishly every time we make eye contact?
Why else would he only reply in grunts and unintelligible mumbles whenever I talk to him?
But sometimes, Berwald will show sporadic acts of kindness, and those capricious deeds will have me wishing with every fiber of my being that I could tell him, right then and there, that I love him.
I recall the night we ran away from Matthias together, and how he had covered me with his blanket until he was sure that I was warm.
I flashback to the day where he had arbitrarily called me his 'wife,' even though I'm sure that he had only been joking. I had blushed SOOOO badly
Then I remember looking up into his face after all of those special moments, and how he would always be cantankerously scowling down at my figure, which is tiny, compared to his towering height.
Yep, he hates me, doesn't he?
I sigh morosely. Berwald, if only you knew
Of Love and War: PruHun"Well," Elizaveta Héderváry grunts, hauling the last of her belongings onto her packhorse, "I guess this is goodbye, Gil."Of Love and War: PruHun in Drama More Like This
Gilbert Beilschmidt shuffles his feet in the dirt beside her, refusing to make eye contact.
"Are you really going to marry that unawesome prick of an Austrian?" he asks.
She sighs. "Yes, Gil. We've gone over this many times. I must." She studies the face of her closest friend. He's still eyeing the floor intently, shoulders drooping, hand in pockets. He mutters something unintelligible.
When he fails to answer her in a coherent way, she hesitantly adds, "It It's not like I want to, or anything."
His shoulders stiffen slightly, but he still doesn't look at her. He grunts in reply.
"Gil," Elizaveta says softly. "I don't know when I'll ever see you again." She refrains from replacing the word 'when' with 'if.'
"Whatever, Liz," Gilbert mutters. The tip of his boot swirls around on the dirt floor, creating intricate patterns.
Elizaveta hoists her
Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 1WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE HORROR AND ARE LOOKING FOR FLUFF AND FLUFFINESS ONLY.Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 1 in Horror More Like This
Ah. Your first world meetingfinally, a chance to introduce yourself to the countries, and make your first impression with a 'bang.' Appearance was everything, after all. You had to seem powerful, or else the other countries would walk all over you for the rest of your existence.
You had been busy making allies. America? Check. China? Check. In fact, you could check just about every country present at the meeting. But there was one last world power, and he would be the hardest to speak to of all.
He seemed so lonely and forlorn. Hardly anyone dared to approach him. Everyone whispered of his cruelty and instability. The Baltics lived in constant fear of him. Other countries kept their distance. Not trying to be biased, you had planned to converse with him during today's world meeting, to see what he was really like, despite everyone's protests.
"Are you crazy?!" Alfred kept asking frantical
The Woman Behind the Mother (DenmarkxCanada)'I still can't believe I'm doing this!' Canada mentally groaned, 'and at the worst times too!'The Woman Behind the Mother (DenmarkxCanada) in General Fiction More Like This
Today, Canada has a free weekend where he managed to finish all his work. Usually he spends the time on his hobbies as well as with Iceland.
'I just hope I don't confuse him. Alfred will pay for this ' Canada seethed.
To elaborate, Canada was current wearing women clothing, really because he didn't have a choice. His brother America, for some reason or another tried to find him at home. The American had horrible timing to put it simply. It was because he caught Canada at the time he was doing laundry.
Sounds like it wasn't a big deal right? Wrong. It was much more embarrassing since the American found his unmentionables, women's unmentionables to be exact. Now this situation was very awkward since Canada was afraid of America finding his life kept secret.
Fortunately (or unfortunately), America only assumed the unimportant parts of his brother's secret by thinking Canada had an odd