Bad RomanceWarnings: FrUK and some suggestive themes~
"You are an absolute moron..." he said between their kisses. A smirk and a shrug was all he received in return before his partner leaned in once again and closed the gap between them.
"You love it. I know you do..."
"Only you would think th-this..."
The blond went ignored as the other male began to suck and nip at the soft spot of his neck. England tightened his grip around the Frenchman's neck and closed his eyes. He would never admit it, but it really did feel so good. He couldn't explain it... and why he had been denying this for years, he would never know...
He felt Francis smile against his neck as he worked on the large hickey he was creating; leaving his mark, showing the world that the irritated English nation before him belonged to him and him alone. Proving to that idiot American that the Englishman before him was not available.
"Ah... Francis..." England said lowly, tilting his head to allow the Frenchman better access. His eyes
Big Brother"Angleterre, you're sick." Francis guided the British man to the sofa and sat him down. "You're pale, and you sound sick, and you look sick, and-"Big Brother in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm not sick." Arthur shoved the concerned Frenchman away, growling. "I'm fine." He pushed himself up and got to his feet, instantly grasping onto the other's shoulder for support. He took a step, found himself to be steady, and took another, moving slowly until he was in the kitchen.
"What do you think you're doing?" Francis crossed his arms and stood in the entranceway, eyeing the Englishman sternly.
"Doing the dishes, of course." They'd just finished breakfast when Arthur had suddenly frozen, made some sort of noise, and grasped onto Francis' shoulder for support. He'd blamed it on having had too much alcohol the night before and carried on normally. Then he'd nearly fallen on his way back to the sink, Francis' arms saving him from a cracked skull. And now he was back in the kitchen, the workaholic.
"No, you're not." Francis strode over
Center of AttentionFrancis looked down at the floor, pouting like a three year old child that had just been denied a cookie. Arthur had just completely ignored him- well, not completely. They had just finished dinner and Francis had tried to get him out of washing the dishes and into bed, like a good lover would, but no! as soon as he'd gone to touch Arthur's chest exactly how he liked it he'd gotten a gentle elbow-to-the-face and a sharp word.Center of Attention in Short Stories More Like This
"Not now," came Arthur's slightly-irritated reprimand. "I have to finish these before they start to smell."
Thus, Francis had gone to pout, sitting in a chair by the fireplace and staring at the floor between his knees. Arthur never, ever brushed him off like that. Like, seriously never. He'd always been able to at least provoke him a little, tease him just the tiniest bit until Arthur either a) tried to kill him, in which case Francis would dodge and pin him to the floor, or b) gave up and let Francis carry him upstairs and get him all hot and bothe
AloneArthur shivered. He turned over onto his other side, pulled the blankets over his shoulder, and tried again to fall asleep. He gave it five minutes and sat up, sighing.Alone in Short Stories More Like This
Three hours of trying to get comfortable certainly tried his patience.
The Brit closed his eyes, leaning against the headboard to think. Why couldn't he sleep...? Was there something bothering him? Was there something he wanted? Needed?
Well, yes, he told himself, opening his eyes and staring at the opposite wall. That moron is the answer to all four questions.
He wanted to speak to him. See him.
Well, there was only one way to accomplish that.
Arthur reached over to the bedtable and picked up his mobile. A few buttons were pressed and a text message was sent.
Because, Arthur mused, he didn't want to wake Francis with a loud ringtone. It was rude enough as it is to text him out of the blue in the middle of the night. Calling would be worse.
"Mm?" A sleepy groan answered the noise,
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Arthur stared at Francis in shock, mouth open and red starting to spread over his features.
"I kid you not, Arthur, mon cher."
"You're lying," the Brit repeated. "There's no way you could love me." His voice rose in volume, panic making him shout. "Liar!"
He charged at the Frenchman and grasped him by the front of his shirt. "Tell me you hate me!"
Francis only shook his head, eyes not leaving Arthur's for even a second. "I won't lie to you."
Their faces were jerked closer together by a shaking hand. "Liar! Tell me!" The Englishman's snarl was frightened, frightened at the prospect of losing his closest enemy. "You hate me! You've said it yourself!"
"Give me one example of when I said such a thing in the past two centuries."
The confidence drained from Arthur's face when he realized he couldn't recall a single moment. He dropped Francis' shirt and stared at the floor, face pale and eyes dark.
This was his way of keeping secrets- Arthur's, that is. If he
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"Oh, moi?" Francis looked back at me mildly. "I'm going over to Amerique's house. He said he wanted to show me his new hot tub."
I blinked in surprise. "Oh, well- have a good time."
"Merci." Francis walked over to me and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek. "I'll be home late, but please go to sleep, mon cher- okay?"
"Alright." I nodded, but I'm sure he knew as well as I did that I'd wait up for him. Aside from it being a courtesy, I didn't want to be asleep when he wasn't because who knew what he'd do.
Well, actually, that's not it. I want to fall asleep with him, not without him.
Although I definitely don't know what he'd do if he came home to find me asleep. Probably some perverted frog thing.
I looked up. "See you soon."
"Au revoir." The door closed, and suddenly I was home alone.
It's not that I'm not used to bei
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"Nine new messages."
The Frenchman blinked in what might be loosely described as surprise.
He didn't usually get that many calls- most of his conversations went by text message.
First new message from-"
The voice switched to a man's, the two words spoken smoothly:
"Received at eight thirty-four PM."
"Hi, frog, it's me, Arthur. I wanted to know if you wanted to go drinking or something- I'm bored to death and I don't want to wake up tomorrow in someone's bed. Call me back if you get this in time."
Arthur had wanted to go drinking with him? Wanted to spend time with him? This was quite the surprise.
Francis pulled the phone from his ear, pressed a number, then listened again.
"Message erased. Next message. From-"
"Received at nine fourty-three PM."
"Hi, it's Arthur again. I'm waiting for you to answer me, but you haven't
DistractionIt was times like these where Arthur wished he could just think.Distraction in Short Stories More Like This
Not that he didn't have the time- he was actually quite busy with his free time these past few days. No, he had plenty of time to think.
He just couldn't do it.
It was times like these when he'd try to go to bed, and he'd find that he just couldn't sleep.
His eyes just wouldn't stay closed, his body wouldn't stay still long enough for sleep to come.
He could sleep just fine during meetings, but when it came to putting his head on the pillow it just didn't work. He was too restless- he felt there was something he still needed to do, something that if he could just get it done this whole problem with be solved.
He tried cleaning, tried reading, tried redoing every single one of his papers twice from scratch... he'd done nothing but kept himself busy 'till morning. He was more exhausted than the previous day, but the strange, suffocating feeling in his chest would not leave him be.
He wasn't ill- he'd filled out mental forms
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France let the wine glass he was currently holding slip through his fingers and shatter on the floor. He stared across the kitchen in shock, eyes falling on a lone rose standing in a black vase on the window sill.
"Oh- er, Espagne- I'll call you back!" The French nation dropped the telephone back onto the mounted reciever and swore loudly, cleaning up the spilled wine and broken glass not without injury.
He swore again, rinsing the beads of blood off of his thumb and wrapped a small bit of gauze around it. Hopefully there weren't any shards of glass stuck in his skin...
France threw on his coat and raced out the door, insides knotted with panic. If he didn't get there soon...! He threw himself into his car, backed out, and drove under the speed limit with surprising difficulty. Then it was the Eurotunnel (which was oddly slow today) and a taxi who's driver didn't seem to understand a word of English or French.
Finally, finally he reached his destination and smash
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Francis sighed and watched the object of his affections move, watched him chatter and argue and interact with the nations around them. Arthur was not by any means a chatty person- in fact, he wasn't even a social person. He was the isolated kind, the type to sit at home with a cup of tea and reread The Hobbit instead of going out with some friends and be perfectly happy about it.
Francis just didn't understand. Why was he so madly in love with someone who was nothing like him? He'd thought he would have fallen for someone who was at least a little bit like him- someone romantic, someone sexy, someone outrageously gorgeous.
Although his appearance was unusual- his eyebrows were certainly a rare sight- Arthur simply couldn't be described as unattractive. He was, to the Frenchman, beautiful. His eyes were striking- a clear forest green, difficult to read unless one knew him well. Despite being slightly unkempt, Francis knew well how soft
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The second was the alcohol.
The third was his little soon-to-be-lover, sitting all alone in some corner of the club with only his drink and brain to entertain him.
Francis clicked his tongue. He couldn't let such a cute, lonely long-time enemy spend the night by himself, could he?
He sauntered over to Arthur and rested a hand on his shoulder, snatching away the drink and grinning down at him. "Bonjour, mon ami."
"Bugger off," the Brit groaned, snatching at his drink in a failed attempt to retrieve it. "I don't want to talk to you."
"I'm not asking for you to talk to me, Arthur, dear." Francis winked, placed the glass out of Arthur's reach, and grasped his hands and pulled him away from the bar. "I'm asking for you to dance with me."
"No." His dearest snatched his hands back. "I shan't do it."
"Let me rephrase that- I'm demanding that you dance with me." Francis grinned and snatched up Arthur's hands again, one arm around his waist for security as h
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"No, no, no! That's the wrong brand!"
Arthur frowned with displeasure as he bumped Francis aside with his hip, reaching up to grab the right box of tea
beside the one Francis was reaching for. He placed it on the counter before he shut the cabinet.
"Well excusez-moi.", Francis said with a sharp tone as he sarcastically placed a hand over his heart, earning a scowl
from his husband. Arthur sniffed, "Oh, shut up." Francis smiled lightly and patted Arthur's backside, "Now, now. No need
to be hasty, it's only tea."
Arthur swatted his hand away, "Well, I prefer a specific brand. If you haven't realized that, then I have yet a reason
to call you my husband." Francis continued to smile as he approached the fridge to open it and take out the milk.
"Scrambled?", Francis asked as he stuck his nose in the fridge to search for the eggs, locating it in the back
behind the bag of grapes. "As always.", Art
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When Arthur woke the next morning, he was in no mood to move at all. Curled underneath the covers on his side, he
glared at the wall hugging the bed. He already was starting to get a headache, but at least his eyes weren't sore
So, he closed his eyes and exhaled, trying to go back to sleep.
Once he slept for another three hours, he woke up to the sounds of birds chirping outside the window, sunlight
pouring into the room. Which annoyed him to no end.
After staring at the wall for a few minutes in silence, he sat up and rubbed his eyes, feeling tired from sleeping
in so late. Still feeling drowsy, he slid the blanket off and stood from the bed. He realized the only thing he
had on was Francis' sweater that he bought him. Once he pulled on a pair of underwear, he sluggishly walked to
the light switch to flip it on.
He paused once his foot bumped something, Arthur glan
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Warning: Foul language
Arthur Kirkland was lonely. Maybe he was lonely because he hasn't been in a committed
relationship in over five years. Maybe he was lonely because no one liked him. Maybe he
was lonely because he was miserable.
But, to him, it didn't matter. It didn't matter what people thought about him anymore.
It didn't matter what he did anymore. It didn't matter what he did or what he said.
To him, loneliness was a gift. Loneliness granted him acceptance of betrayal, seeing as he
was used to it. Loneliness allowed him to have quick shags without having to deal with his
And even in his beat up, low-quality apartment, loneliness is what kept him sane. Among
all the piles of torn and filthy clothes and the piles of CD's and the stacks of record
tracks, he found comfort. The comfort of his privacy. The comfort of his Fender guitar that
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Pairing: FrUK (very slight USUK)
Arthur opened his eyes to a bright scenery, raising a hand slowly to shield his eyes from the
glare of the sun overhead. He lowered his hand after a moment, noticing that he and Francis were
sitting in his garden. Francis and him were sitting at the glass table that he had put in the garden,
two cups of tea in front of them.
"My, aren't you getting distracted easily today, hm?", the Frenchman spoke up with a smile on his
lips once he noticed he caught Arthur's unamused attention. Arthur averted his eyes from the flowers
around them to Francis' light blue eyes, a small twitch of a smile sliding across Arthur's lips.
For some reason, he felt choked up. Like he was going to cry. Except he didn't know why he felt like
that. He doesn't remember appearing out here with Francis before him. And yes, Francis. Francis, the
one who bothe
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People walked down the sidewalk as Francis drove by in his red Convertible. Footsteps, the buzz of voices, and the hum of
cars echoed, the sun hanging in the sky, clouds covering the vast blue.
The Frenchman rested his arm on the door of the car, his blonde locks disturbed by the blow of wind. He stared through the
windshield at the clouded sky, his eyes bored of the view. He clutched the top of the steering wheel, lazily lifting his
arm that was resting on the door to switch the turning signal.
He wore tight black jeans, with a black belt and a loose white, long-sleeved t-shirt. It hung low on his collarbone, a
short emerald necklace hanging from his neck. A silver band wound around his middle finger on his left hand, a watch
around his wrist. A very lazy outfit in his opinion.
Not that he cared lately.
He approached a red light, slowing the Convertible. Once
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A/N: Aghh so sorry for the long delay. I have excuses, though! 1. I moved to another state 2. I'm slacking off!
And, I would love to thank all my readers! Kinda shocked at how many people read this, both on FF.net and Deviantart,
combined. Kisses you all on the cheek
Within a span of what seemed to be only a few days, four weeks had passed. Twenty-eight days of the sun rising, and
falling, for the blessed moon to come out and cast a mysterious glow on everything. Only for it to go back into hiding.
This repeated for those four weeks.
Routine set in within the first week. Wake up beside Francis (it was a brand new routine that Arthur grew embarrassed
about, but it slowly became an anticipated thing), get up to take a shower (after Francis, because he had to have the
warm water and he hated the wet floor of the bathtub after someone else uses it), get dressed and become presentable
(Francis took an unneces
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A/N: Please listen to 'Something' by The Beatles. That song describes the feeling and the fic itself.
"Hey, welcome back.", Francis heard a voice greet him as he pulled the glass door to the café open, the bell ringing. Francis glanced up, his blue eyes meeting dark, green irises. He noticed the small smile on her lips.
"Bonjour, amour.", he replied with a sincere smile, reaching up to brush his bangs back. Alice had on the same black skirt, as well as the uniform's matching shirt. As usual, she had five black earrings in both ears, heavy eye-liner, and the uneven hairstyle. This time, there was a black barrette in her hair, to keep her bangs in-check.
She turned to the kitchen, "Is that your pet name for me, frog?" Francis grinned as he sat at his table, "I could ask you the same thing." She began to walk towards the kitchen, "Coffee, right?"
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A/N: Happy birthday, Eva! I hope you like it! Also this is based off of the doujinshi 'Dimanche'..
Pairing: FrUK, FACE
The soft tapping of their footsteps repeated as they walked down a stone road through a park, hands
linked. Matthew held a balloon in his free hand as he looked up at the bright sky, the sun hanging
above them, casting down comfortable warmth. He dropped his eyes to his view before him, noticing a
dog and tall woman walking past them, the dog glancing at him curiously before returning his attention
to a butterfly that flew by.
A melody of bird's tweeting echoed, Arthur whistling, the sound almost identical, as he carried a
bag of groceries in his arm. Matthew raised his eyes to Arthur shyly. Arthur looked down at him with
his bottle green eyes, as he continued to whistle, before his lips broke into a wide smile, his teeth
Matthew paused before he returned the smile, h
FrUk: BeautifulWhat do you consider to be beautiful?FrUk: Beautiful in Romance More Like This
Those exact words were written in elegant black script on a scrap of paper that Francis had slipped onto Arthur's desk, completely unnoticed by Germania. They left the Brit baffled, and a little miffed. Yet he was impressed that the Frenchman's actions had gone unspotted as they were seated in the front of the classroom and Germania was a vigilant teacher.
But Arthur was grateful that the note hadn't been discovered. Under usual circumstances, he would have loved for the bloody frog to get a detention or at least a firm telling off for his antics but these weren't usual circumstances. The words were not of a sexual nature and Francis' expression was not one of a pervert. No, these words sent a different message. A romantic one?
No, no! Don't be so stupid. Arthur mentally slapped himself as his face threatened to flush crimson. He was being ridiculous, far too hopeful. The damn Frenchie would nev
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"Oh. Ciao, fratello. How are you?"
"Don't ciao me...wait. What are you doing?"
"Si, but what are you painting?"
"Che palle! You're putting paint to canvas; you're painting something!"
"What the fuck? Feli? Let me see, idiota!"
"What? No. Mind you're own business, per favore."
"Huh? What the...? This isn't like you. You're usually acting all happy and idiotic..."
"Seriously. What are you painting? It better not be some depressing shit..."
"I said it's nothing!"
"What the hell, bastardo? Stop trying to block it, Feli!"
"YOU CAN'T SEE IT!"
"Fratallino. Tell me what's wrong."
"I'd rather not."
"Oh! But of course! You'd rather tell that potato-loving-"
"I'd rather show you!"
"Ve! Do you like it, Lovi~?"
"C-Che cosa...? Is it because I yelled at you? I-I'm so-"
"I love it."
I Love Him too Much"He's a pig!"I Love Him too Much in General Fiction More Like This
Arthur tightened his arms around his knees as he sat in the dirt. Usually, the gentleman would have shunned the man who ruined his trousers by wallowing in such filth. But Arthur was so angry and repulsed, he was unable to think about his gentlemanly instincts first before sitting on the earth in his garden.
Anyone who could have watched Arthur sit on the ground would have thought he was crazy. He was speaking to a few of his faithful friends who lived in the rose bush. They were too small to fly around in the open, because their wings were very delicate. Also, they were annoyed at how many people thought they didn't exist. The thought of that fact made Arthur's anger worsen.
"I mean, I can't believe he would just " He looked down at his lap, thinking of the words to say. He let out a loud breath and continued. "Just embarrass me like that in front of the whole world! He sat there at the end of the table during the meeting and flat out said to everyone in that
The Cold Months are Coming"Wait, wait, wait How do I do this again?"The Cold Months are Coming in General Fiction More Like This
"You have to spread your legs more, mon cheri."
"L-let go of me, you git! Your hands all over me doesn't help!"
"You just have to relax, dear."
"I can't relax!"
"But look how well Antonio and Lovino are doing. They're practically professionals."
"Don't look at them! Stop embarrassing me!"
"And what about Kiku? I thought he was giving you lessons?"
"Alfred found out and we had to stop "
"I wish I could have gotten it on videotape. It must have been funny."
"Oh, bludgeon yourself, frog! And I told you to let me go! Waahhh, don't let me go!!"
Francis smiled and gently held onto Arthur's arm, guiding him slowly and steadily across the ice. Arthur was regretting the fact that he agreed to go with Francis to an ice skating rink, because all their friends were there, and Arthur didn't know how to ice skate. Arthur hadn't fallen yet, but he was wobbling and on the verge of toppling over. Francis laughed and grinned brightly at
A Break in RoutineArthur preferred his relationship with Francis to be stable, and unvarying. He didn't enjoy surprises, and didn't like change. On the other hand, Francis was a generic Frenchman and adored the look on his lover's face as he brought home reservations to a fancy restaurant or a bouquet of extravagant flowers. As Francis drove home with yet another surprise, he wanted to think that Arthur would be thrilled.A Break in Routine in General Fiction More Like This
But in the back of his mind, he somehow knew that Arthur would, once again, be unmoved.
Francis knocked three times on the hard wood door of their house before letting himself in as he did every day. Francis took a glance around the empty living room before calling into the kitchen, "Oh, Arthur! Do come into the living room!" Francis set down his bag next to the door as he did every day. As he waited for Arthur to come out from the kitchen, his apron on as it was every day, he knew that this would be no ordinary day.
Arthur trotted into the living room, a bowl of watery batter in his l
I Guess we KnowArthur sighed exasperatedly and glanced down at his watch. 6:26. Arthur exhaled and shook his head at Alfred's laziness. "Damn bloody git " he muttered under his breath, shoving his fists into the pockets of his white nylon jacket. Arthur leaned back against the door of his dark-green Subaru, scanning over the huge, car-filled parking lot. "The concert starts in four minutes and Alfred expects me to wait here for him?" he growled under his breath as he searched for Alfred's flashy red Mustang. "He agrees to go on this date with me and then he gets here late Maybe he's not even coming! Maybe he's just leaving me in the scorching heat of summer to die alone!"I Guess we Know in General Fiction More Like This
Arthur shook his head and pulled his key ring out from one of the many pockets of his baggy red shorts. He started to go through the keys, finally finding the car key and turning to unlock the car as he continued to mumble curses and swears under his breath. Arthur drove the key into the car lock and opened up
Arthur's ParanoiaArthur propped himself up against the stiff pillows, narrowing his emerald eyes suspiciously. He gently closed his unyielding book and lay it on his legs, making Francis flash him a side-long glance as he too lowered his book.Arthur's Paranoia in General Fiction More Like This
"What is it?" Francis asked in his cool, silky voice.
Arthur glanced at him for a moment, then crossed his arms over his chest, staring bitterly at the door to the hallway in their room.
"I've been hearing noises," Arthur mumbled, squinting his eyes at the door. "And I know they're coming from the boys' rooms. They're always doing something stupid to hurt themselves."
Francis sighed and rolled his eyes in annoyance. He pushed the sleeves to his light blue pajama shirt further up his forearms, getting ready for another one of their small spats.
"Arthur," Francis started, making the dirty-blond rip his gaze away from the door. Arthur looked at him, his eyes still narrowed and bitter. "I haven't heard anything. Not one noise. All I've heard for the past fifteen minu
Anything for YouFrancis scratched the whiskers on his chin in concentration as he slowly looked up at Alfred again. "I don't think I understand," he breathed. Alfred, who had his arms crossed tightly over his chest, constricted his arms even more as he puffed out one of his flushed cheeks in anger.Anything for You in General Fiction More Like This
"What don't you get?" Alfred asked impatiently, his foot tapping. He couldn't stand still because of all the embarrassment and adrenaline pumping through his body. A smile played on Francis' lips making Alfred let out an exasperated sigh and tighten his arms again. He could have sworn the blood got cut off from his hands as he glared at Francis.
"What exactly do you want me to help you with?" Francis inquired. "I understand that you want to impress Arthur But why? And how?"
Alfred sighed and looked at the ground, scowling in frustration and embarrassment. His ears flared up again and made Francis snicker, which only seemed to make him madder. Alfred finally unfolded his arms and jutted a finger in Fra
Saved from the rainYuki opened up the back door and glanced out, raising a worried brow.Saved from the rain in Fan Fiction More Like This
"It's pouring " he announced to Tohru, Kyo, Momiji, and Shigure, who were all sitting at the table behind him. He shook his head and slowly slid the door closed.
"Oh, that's terrible " Tohru sighed. "I was planning to go to the store. But I guess it can wait until tomorrow "
"And I was going to stop by Hatori's house " Shigure pouted.
"I was going to go to the park!" Momiji whined, crossing his arms.
"And I was going to go to the base " Yuki sighed.
The four waited for a moment then turned and all stared at Kyo, waiting for his complaint. Kyo glanced at each of their faces, a little confused.
"I wasn't planning to do anything," he inquired.
They all shook their heads and stared at a small TV set up in the front of the room. The hard pounding of the huge rain drops sounded constantly in the small room, making an annoying ring in Kyo's ears. He could barely hear the commercial that was on the T
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"BLAGH! Oh, that's gross!!!" Kyo yelled, shooting up to his feet. "Tohru!!!"
Tohru ran into the living room, a bandanna around her forehead and trash bags in her hands.
"Oh! Kyo, what is it?" she asked quickly.
"You made me LEEK SOUP!!" Kyo yelled. "I HATE leeks!!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Kyo!! I was so caught up in cleaning Shigure's room that I forgot you hate leeks!"
Tohru dropped the full trash bags and ran over to the table, picking up the bowl of soup.
"I'll make you something else, like rice balls, okay?" she offered, looking up at him.
Kyo rolled his eyes but then nodded.
Tohru smiled and walked back into the kitchen, setting the soup on the counter. Kyo glanced at the trash bags on the floor next to the doorway. Is that all trash from Shigure's room ? Kyo sat back down, using the table
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Kyo shrugged and stepped out from behind the wall and started to stroll down the right side of the long school hallway. He shoved his hands into his pockets and headed for his homeroom class. It was free hour, and he was invited to play "Royal Egyptian" in homeroom with Tohru and her two weird friends. He assumed other by-standers would be there to watch, as they always did. And he was sure Tohru had invited that damn rat, Yuki
He sighed exasperatedly and turned another corner.
Tohru always wanted to include Yuki It got on Kyo's nerves so much, but he knew she was just being her normal, cheery, happy self Kyo glanced to the side, letting a game plan go through his mind of how he'd beat Blondie at cards. She got on his nerves, just as much as Yuki. Well, maybe not as much as-
Kyo's eyes widened and his head shot up
Happy Birthday Momiji xDKyo walked into the kitchen and went through the refrigerator to find a soda. He pulled it out from the back of one of the shelves and popped it open, taking a sip. Tohru walked into the kitchen after the oven rang. She hummed cheerfully as she pulled a large tray out from the oven, covered with chocolate chip cookies.Happy Birthday Momiji xD in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What's up with the cookies?" Kyo asked, leaning up against the counter.
"Oh, they're for Momiji!" Tohru smiled, setting the tray on the top of the oven carefully.
"And what did that little brat do to deserve cookies?"
"Well, it's his birthday " Tohru said, looking over her shoulder. "Did you not know that ?"
Kyo stared blankly at the brunette for a moment before slamming his soda onto the counter behind him, spilling it all over.
"CRAP!" he yelled. "You gotta be kidding me!! It's today?!"
Tohru jumped and held her hands in front of her.
"Y-yes, it's today!" she said quickly. She slipped off her oven-mitts and set them on the counter. "Why ? Were you plann
New boy - FrUkHe was a new kid in my class. Not that I cared. To me, he was just another annoying kid. I sighed, resting my head on my desk; I hadn't been feeling well at all.New boy - FrUk in Romance More Like This
"Why don't you tell us your name, hmm?" I heard my teacher's over-caring voice say. I looked up at the boy and groaned. "Francis Bonnefoy~" He said in his heavy French accent. I rolled my eyes. "Ok, Francis, You can sit by Arthur. Raise your hand, Please, Arthur." I sat up straight and put my hand in the air half-heartedly. Francis walked over and sat next to me, the lesson for that day began.
My head went back onto the desk, when I felt a poke on the back of my head. "Hey, Chéri, Can I borrow a pencil?" I sat up, took the only pencil I had, and chucked it at the kid. "Don't talk to me in the language." He smiled at me, none the less. "Merci!" I threw my head back on the desk, grumbling. I knew I was gonna grow to hate this 'Francis Bonnefoy'.
I'd hardly got through three of my classes. I threw up once, cough
When - FrUkI always wonder, Does his heart beat as fast as mine when he hears my name?When - FrUk in Free Verse More Like This
Does his heart beat as fast as mine when when he touches me?
Does his heart beat as fast as mine when he's next to me?
Does his heart beat as fast as mine when he's with another man?
Does he know how much I truly love him? Despite what all we've been through?
Will he ever know my pain?
When will his eyes just clear and realize I've been there all along?
Just waiting for him.
Just loving him.
Just wanting him.
Face Down - AsaKiku 2Title: Face DownFace Down - AsaKiku 2 in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia~
Warnings: Past!AmeriPan, Almost character death, Yuri hints, saddness?
Rating: Pg? ( I still have no idea what to put here Dx )
Chapter: Chpt 2 of 3
Authors note: Based of a song called Face Down by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
"Mr. Kirkland?" Soon another nurse walked up to Arthur, this girl was different. She had shoulder-length, wavy blonde hair; She wore a revealing nurse dress as well. Arthur stood up, the nurse smirked. "Are you Mr. Kirkland?~ Mr. Honda is ready now and he says he's waiting for you." Arthur's eyes went wide, Was Kiku mad at him? "O-Ok..."
Arthur followed the nurse throughout the hospital until they walked into a tiny room, beeps from a monitor and soft breaths where the only thing heard. The girl stopped by the door and allowed Arthur to go first. He did.
"K-Kiku?" He slowly walked in the room, seeing his Japanese friend laying in a big hospital bed. "Arthur..." Kiku's eyes filled
Just Like the Cats - FrUK"Francis, your stupid cat keeps shedding all over everything," a grumpy Brit huffed as he picked a few long, white cat hairs off of his sweater.Just Like the Cats - FrUK in General Fiction More Like This
"It is your own fault, Arthur, for wearing those ugly things you call 'sweaters'. Per'aps my cat is doing you a favour and trying to force you to get rid of them, yes?"
"Maybe your stupid cat is trying to get himself kicked out. Don't you ever comb him?"
"Of course I do! Do I look like a man who does not take care of his cat?"
"You sure as hell look like a man who doesn't take care of his stupid stubble," Arthur mumbled to himself under his breath.
"At least I do not glue caterpillars onto my face and claim they are my eyebrows," the Frenchman sang out. Seriously. It was like the man had super-hearing or something.
"Stop it with talking about my fucking eyebrows... of all things..."
"Shh, Arthur!" Francis stepped forward and placed his index finger against the other's mouth. "Not in front of the children!"
Arthur grunted and bit the old
Magic - FrUKFrancis laughed at the smaller boy. "You can do magic? Magic is for witches, which are all girls, lapin." He crossed his arms, smirking at Arthur.Magic - FrUK in General Fiction More Like This
"Shut up, you stupid frog! Of course I can do magic! It's not just for girls, and I don't even know what 'lap-an' MEANS so stop calling me that!" Frustrated, he kicked the blond boy's leg, fighting back tears.
"Ow!" Francis yanked his leg back quickly and rubbed it slightly. "My, my, someone has a temper." He flicked the other boy's forehead before smiling again. "You're stupid and you have a temper! No wonder why you have to play with your imaginary unicorn and faerie friends instead of real people!"
"Shut up!" Arthur puffed up his cheeks and chest before bending over to grab the first thing he could get his hands on, a rock. He chucked it at the older boy's head. "I can too do magic! Watch, I'm gonna disappear forever and no stupid frogs will be able to find me because smelly people like you
What's the Catch? - FrUK"Fwance, Fwance !" A little boy with short blond hair and emerald green eyes teetered toward the older blondwhose hair fell just to his shouldersthe smaller boy's green cape flowing behind him a little.What's the Catch? - FrUK in General Fiction More Like This
"Hm?" Francis, who lay on his tummy and stared into the babbling brook turned around and then sat up to smile at the British child. "What is it? What do you have behind your back?"
The shorter blond blushed and shifted his gaze downward. "Uhm " He stared back up again, looking deep into Francis' azure eyes. "These. Here." The boy held up a crown of roses. "But they're not fwee "
Francis almost burst into a fit of giggles; Arthur was just so adorable ! "Oh? Well then, mon petit lapin, how must I pay you?"
"Well " Arthur shifted a little and then stood between Francis' legs for easier access to the French boy's head. He placed the crown of roses on Francis' head before sitting down, still between Francis' legs. "Woses have pokey things and when
Talking to Rabbits - FrUKArthur was walking around when he saw a little bunny, all alone. He walked up to it. "Hello," he said.Talking to Rabbits - FrUK in General Fiction More Like This
The bunny tilted its head up to stare at the boy, but it didn't run away, look scared, or attack. In fact, it almost looked like the animal was trying to greet the child back.
The Brit leaned forward and gently picked the creature up. "Hi, bunny. My name's Arthur. What's your name?" he asked it.
The rabbit, being a rabbit, didn't say anything back; Arthur, being Arthur, thought he heard the rabbit reply.
"Really? Wow, so we have the same name!" Wanting to know more about the bunny, Arthur continued to ask it questions. "Do you have a crush on any bunnies?" he asked.
"Oh, that sounds cute, you should tell her that! And since you're a prince and she's a princess, I'm sure you two can get married and have lots of bunny babies!"
"What? Oh... well, I guess I kind of like someone right now."
A bird chirped somewhere overhead.
"His name is Francis. He has long, girly h
Sleep - FrUKUpon first glance, it looked like Arthur died, but Francis knew better. True, most people tended not to fall asleep in the middle of the forest, but Arthur wasn't most people. Arthur technically wasn't even really a person. He was more like a people, a representative, an idea representing the people of England. Arthur represented the ideals, the stereotypes, and the will of the nation. If England felt weak, Arthur would fall ill. If the country's economy was prospering, Arthur would lavishly spend money. If the nation was in a war, Arthur would bear literal scars on his body. Francis was the same way, too, but he represented France. Arthur's brothers represented either another part of the UK, or a former British colony (who was more of an adoptive little brother than a biological brother) such as Australia or Canada or the United States of America.Sleep - FrUK in General Fiction More Like This
But that was beside the point.
The point was that Arthur fell into a slumber in the middle of the forest, surrounded by wildlife and health
Five Days - FrUKThe corner of Francis' lips curled into a sheepish smile as the Frenchman picked up the photo frame which contained the most recent photograph of himself with Arthur. Snow fell around the two in the photo, blanketing the ground and trees and anything else that happened to be static, including the tops of their hats. It was such a cold day, Francis remembered as he placed the picture back onto the table. The blond sighed and curled his legs a little bit closer to his own body for some more warmth. He shifted to adjust his blanket a little, sighed, and then turned on the television.Five Days - FrUK in General Fiction More Like This
It had been five days since Arthur disappeared. The first day, the Frenchman paced around the house and could not fall asleep, no matter what he did. He tried everything, too: Lullabies, warm milk, calming music. None of it worked. Everything Francis did would somehow relate to Arthur. Was the Brit okay? Where was he? Why did he not call? Francis lay in his bed and shifted, trying to fall asleep.
The second d
SchizophreniaAll of you can see us.Schizophrenia in Concrete Poetry More Like This
All of you can hear us, too.
The only difference is that some of you choose to accept our existence, and others deny it.
You can see us in a way now, because we are using a more tangible and easily understood method.
We are of a different dimension, which confuses most of you, causing you to reject us.
Even most animals know that we are here, and they do not choose to ignore us the way that some of you do.
You mock the ones who accept us, labelling them as "schizophrenic".
You call them insane.
You lock them up.
Ironically, the ones who accept us are the ones who will be spared.
Anyone who does not believe in us will be wiped out of existence.
The "schizophrenics" will be saved.
The ones you label as crazy are going to be the only ones left on your planet.
If you can read this, and you accept the fact that the voices in people's heads along with the bizarre images that some people seeare real, and you start to hear and see us, too, you too will join t
FrUK: On Horseback"Look, will you just shove a frog in it and get on the horse." Arthur was already on his own; a large bay Welsh Cob. As much as he hated to admit it, his brother did breed fine horses. Francis remained on the ground, holding the grey gelding at an arm's length.FrUK: On Horseback in Romance More Like This
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Why?"
"I..." he flushed a little. "I that is to say there was always someone to help me."
"You can't actually be serious."
Francis didn't reply. So yes then.
"Oh for God's sake." Arthur dismounted, and roughly helped the Frenchman into the saddle.
"Merci." He winked and the nudged the horse into a trot out of the yard, and into a canter when they reached the dusty field.
"Cheeky bastard!"Arthur grabbed his own reins and pulled himself back up. "Come on lad, let's catch up with the tosser before he injures himself."
This was when Arthur felt most at home. Yes, he enjoyed time spent in his garden, library, or stepping into his role politically when needed, but he'd swap any of tho
FACE Family: Hearts and Homemade Biscuits"Non, non mon cher, stop. I think that will be enough glitter."FACE Family: Hearts and Homemade Biscuits in General Fiction More Like This
"But Pa, I've only used half the pot." Cue adorable pout that no father could have the ability to say no to.
"Alfred, you don't need a whole pot to make one card, OK?" Francis rubbed his forehead, leaving a trail of red glitter across his skin.
"But it has to be the best Valentines card ever."
"You know, you can make your own card for your father, if you wish."
"But Paaa, I wanna help with yours. Anyway, you don't give Dad's Valentines cards, everyone knows that."
"Of course, mon cher." Francis gave in, and tried to shake some of the excess sparkles from the scarlet and hot pink monstrosity of a card.
"Pa! You're shaking all the glitter off!"
"Only the bits that haven't stuck. Now, we have to leave it to dry, d'accord?"
The oven timer pinged in the kitchen. Alfred shot to his feet and through the door.
"Alfred," Francis sighed, picking dried glue and stubborn specks of glitter from under his fingernails, "what
FrUk. Cold Hands.Arthur always had cold hands.FrUk. Cold Hands. in Romance More Like This
It didn't matter if it was July or January, his hands were always cold.
Francis was sitting on the sofa, arms around a cushion in a vain attempt to stay warm. Despite the fairly enthusiastic fire burning in the living room, he couldn't get any warmer. Arthur had suggested he put on another jumper, but Francis wasn't having any of it. He was already wearing a very sexy jumper, OK? He didn't want to cover that fine piece of clothing up. Besides, he suspected Arthur was going to try and knit him a jumper for Christmas, so he wanted to make the most of his beautiful jumpers while he still cold.
Said Englishman entered the living room and crossed to the sofa, handing Francis a fragrant cup of coffee (drinks were the only thing Francis allowed him to make) before sinking on to the sofa beside him.
They held their drinks in silence, feeling the warmth slowly seep back into their bodies. Francis thought Arthur still smelt like outdoors
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Arthur lay on his back in the middle of the garden. There was a scattering of cushions around him on the grass, his hip resting awkwardly half on half off one. The early afternoon sun coated one side of him; warm and comfortable, the promise of a hot summer. His other side felt colder, and neglected, a definite feel of empty space. He ignored it, and adjusted his shoulder blades on the ground, closing his eyes. The sun poked from behind his eyelids, turning the blackness into a dark dusky red. He felt the air shift next to him; felt weight on the cushions and dense ground. A warm hand felt his face; traced his cheeks, nose and eyebrows. A breath skittered across his neck. Lips touched his as the gentle scent of vanilla toyed with his senses. The lips moved away.
"Hello Frog." He didn't need to open his eyes to know that kiss.
Arthur sat up, and looked at the man next to him. It was Francis, of course it was. He knelt on a pale cushion, pale hands c
Spamano fluff: GardeningAntonio did not shut the door behind him, but left it open; leaving the slight breeze of the afternoon to sweep through the rooms, making the curtains whisper at their window frames. He didn't call to Lovino that he was home either he wanted to surprise him. A small smile on his face, he stalked through the villa like a cat, searching out his lover. His feet padded softly on the terracotta tiles as he hunted, slipping around corners and through arched doorways. Lovino was not in the living room, or the kitchen... perhaps he was upstairs taking a siesta usual for this time of day. But he was not there either. This upset Toni a little; he enjoyed sneaking into bed with his little Lovi to join his afternoon rest. Confusion turned to worry as he found more rooms empty, each lacking the Spaniard's significant other.Spamano fluff: Gardening in Romance More Like This
"Where are you, mi italiano precioso..."
He got himself a glass of water and recalled the night before, when they had lain together in a large pile of cushions, dr
DenNor: Birthday Kiss"Come on, you let everyone else kiss you."DenNor: Birthday Kiss in Romance More Like This
"Why can't I?" Denmark kept his grip on Norway's arm.
The Dane's question was met with an eye roll and a shrug. And, if you were observant, a faint flush across Norway's face.
"Seriously Norge, why not?" Denmark continued his bitching. "Come on, I'm feeling neglected here."
"Because, oh mighty King of the North, I do not want you to. That good enough?"
Denmark quirked an eyebrow. "So I'm supposed to believe you would let France FRANCE give you a birthday kiss, but not me? FRANCE!"
"Yes. Now piss off and torment Sweden like you would any other day of the week."
Denmark snorted. "He's too busy keeping Fin off the booze. He wouldn't notice if I danced naked while singing the Swedish national anthem backwards and burning the IKEA catalogue."
"Well, that would be a sight." Said Norway flatly.
"What, dancing naked and "
"No! Sweden and Finland."
Norway tried once more to wriggle out of his prison between
GerIta - Every EveningEvery evening, at precisely 9pm, Ludwig would take a shower. He would use unscented shower gel, and dry off with a standard quality white towel. Then, towel around his waist, he would shave with steady precise strokes, and watch the foam and water as it whisked away down the drain. He would glance briefly at himself in the mirror, to check his face for any irregularities or signs of fatigue, then switch of the stark tube light of his bathroom. He would pull on a tank top and some shorts, before un-tucking the cold sheets and climbing into a cold bed. It would be 10pm.GerIta - Every Evening in Romance More Like This
He would fall asleep, dreamless, in a blue-moon bedroom. He would rest.
Then it would start.
Strange, shifting people and places behind his eyelids, calling him by names he didn't know. Grey, faded faces and rushing whispers. Pain and disorder. Forgotten promises. A small hand reaching for his.
Then he wakes, his had outstretched, skin clammy, his cold empty bed suddenly hot in all the wrong ways.
Then he would do what he
SuFin: Breaking the SilenceThe only thing he could hear was the muffled crunch of their boots on the snow.SuFin: Breaking the Silence in Romance More Like This
Berwald insisted they go for a walk everyday in winter, if the weather allowed it. Exercise was important. He knew if it was up to Tino, they would spend all day by the fire, wrapped in faux fur or fleece blankets as the wind made the glass jitter in the window frames. He thought Tino at his most beautiful then; warm and content, eyes drowsy and limbs wrapped around the Swede.
The woods were still, the trees tall and silent under their sprinkling of frost and snowflakes. Still all Berwald could hear were their footsteps. Something felt wrong...
" 's cold." He attempted to make conversation, to shift his sense of unease.
Tino only nodded, with a faint flicker of a smile. His cheeks were flushed against the cold. Berwald always said he looked cute that way. Tino always said he felt embarrassed, and that made him flush all the more.
"Snow's startin' 'gain."
His second attempt to break the silence a
Spamano fluff: Powercut.It was between the hours of seven and eight p.m. The power was out.Spamano fluff: Powercut. in Romance More Like This
However it was summer, so this didn't make a lot of difference. And June in Southern Spain isn't exactly famous for being a bit chilly. The sun had only just set; sky still pale behind the hills, but inky blue overhead. The perfect time of day for smiling whispers and gentle touches Antonio's favourite time of day.
As soon as the light bulbs had sputtered and died, along with the kitchen appliances, he dove into the dusty cupboard where they kept spare candles and matches, and whipped out a bottle of wine, apparently from nowhere. Lovino had rolled his eyes and muttered something about alcoholics. In five minutes flat the Spaniard had every shelf, alcove, and most of the floor covered with lazily flickering candles. He had thrown open the balcony doors to let in the dying sunlight, and the smell of the warm summer earth. He grabbed two wine glasses and threw every cushion he owned into a large pile in the centre
FrUk: Another BirthdayAnother birthday.FrUk: Another Birthday in Romance More Like This
He really had lost count, as cliché as it sounded. Francis smiled. It could be a lot worse like Alfred, still diligently keeping track of his age using an obscenely large and brightly coloured chart, or like Gilbert, who no longer acknowledged his birthdays.
So many, he thought, had passed in a haze of wine and women; with trumpets, pomp and ceremony, more often than not ending with an equally drunk lover between his sheets. Some years he had not been able to celebrate in peace time. These rushed by with feelings of glory and victory, a mad smile on his face and those of his allies as they charged into the thick of battle, blood smeared glints of sword and axe, horses screaming, men cheering, and his tricolour flying above them all. These birthdays also tended to climax with wine and an ill advised romp in the stables.
However, not all war time birthdays were filled with chivalrous ideals and his proudly waving flag. There were years when he wou
FrUK - Amnesia - One ShotEngland felt the alcohol take over his body. How many drinks was it? Seven, fourteen, seventeen? The number continued to rise and change. The Brit held the phone tightly as vomit built up in his throat. He hated this part of drinking. "F-Francis...God... swear death is looming..." his words were a drunken slur. Arthur brought the glass to his mouth slowly as the Frenchmen started shouting to see if he was alright. England took a sip before dropping the glass with a loud crash, making Francis jump on the other end of the phone. Eight, fifteen, seventeen? "Sweety...I love you so much..." Arthur blurted out to the confused Francis and then coughed harshly, his words slurred even worse, "My head...my heart... oh God where..." England coughed again. "Arthur! I'll be there as soon as I can - I'll take a bush plane over the channel, hold on, stay awake and for god's sake stay alive!" Francis shouted, hanging up immeadiatly.FrUK - Amnesia - One Shot in Short Stories More Like This
England could only smile and mutter, "Okay..." to the dead
Hetalia - FrUK - War WoundsArthur fell to his knees out of breath. He looked up at the Frenchmen that stood above him, a dull silver gun pointed to his head, raindrops plinking on the cold metal and stinging his eyes. He couldn't help but smile weakly. "After all these years..I thought that you would be the one on his knees begging for mercy, Francis..." England tried to reach for his gun but stopped - what was the point? 'I'm going to die anyway...' the thought as an old memory began to play in the back of his mind.Hetalia - FrUK - War Wounds in Emotional More Like This
It was a warm spring day and Francis was about to give up on Arthur - he was a hopeless case."If you want to be a strong country Arthur, you will have to understand this." he muttered, his hand covering his face in fustration. Arthur rubbed his tearfilled eyes and glared at the young French boy infront of him, "I could never kill someone, Frog!" France let out a long sigh and ruffled England's already messy hair, "One day you might even have to kill someone you love," he looked away, "Maybe even me.
Days PassedEngland was starving. He was too small to catch food on his own and no one cared for children. Sometimes he wondered if they knew he was the embodiment of their nation then many they would give him something to eat. Instead he was forced to wait out until that frog would sneak out and bring him food.Days Passed in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mon cher? Mon cher it's me."
Jumping up from behind the bush England ran as fast as his little legs to carry him. Clinging to France's leg he sniffled a little.
"I sorry mon cher, but they are noticing my ways of disappearing! Here I brought you enough breads to last you a week and we can pick some fruit before I leave."
Arthur chewed a soft bread as he took France's hand and they went into the forest looking for fruits to get. As they picked and stashed them away for Arthur to eat when France was away. After a few hours Arthur had a wonderful little stash and then tugged at France to come with him to the river.
They stopped there and France and England managed to get a few fish and cooke
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"But I want you to stay here with me~ Please, Francis?" Arthur whined. "Drink more tea with me and then... We can play~"
"Non. I have work to do! But a warning, mon cher~" Francis said, leaning over. He pressed a knife to his lover's throat. "You belong to me."
"Mmm~ Of course, love~ Stay with me~"
"Bugger " England looked into his tea cup sadly, his pointed teething showing as his mouth was opened a little bit. "I didn't want you to leave "
In the tea, he could see his blue and pink eyes looking back at him. Why did Francis always have work? He should be with him and they should always be in eachothers' arms... Oh, how delightful! Giggling to himself, he poured more tea and added seven sugars. He drank it while trolling his knife around.
"I love tea! I love tea! I love Francis and tea! Whee! Hahahah!" England laughed. "But Francis doesn't love me He loves someone else "
Suddenly heart-broken, he smashed the tea cup against the wall. Now angry, he st
Lovey doveyArthur sat in a chair by the window where the light was shinning. A clear day with no clouds in sight made this a perfect chance for him to do some embroidering. As he continued his silent pass time he heard the door open.Lovey dovey in Short Stories More Like This
Smiling he set the artwork aside and stood up and stretched. Half the day was over and he could hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Walking to the door he looked out to make sure it was who he thought it was.
Moments later the Frenchman strolled dup the last few steps. Noticing him standing there in the door farm he smiled and continued forward until they met one another, embracing and a light peck was earned. They held each other foe a little while before going into the room.
Francis sat down the chair and Arthur sat side ways on his lap. "Well? What did they say?"
"They said they would think about it," Francis replied with a smile.
"What if they don't agree? What are we going to do then?"
"Mon cher do not worry. I didn't sense anything that m
Times Have Changed Chap 2Arthur was really glad he that his past self could only be heard by him. After all he didn't want Peter to wake up to the screaming. Sighing he turned back to his needle work until he heard the angry gasping breath. He remembered be that mad long ago.Times Have Changed Chap 2 in Short Stories More Like This
"THE BLOODY HELL I'M DONE! ARE YOU MAD YOU WANKER! To France?! FRANCE! That bloody frog is-"
"Is my husband of five years now,"
Pirate England shielded his ears, eyes filled with rage at the fact he was married to France. They hated each other with every fiber in their being and constantly fought for everything and he always won! He was the most feared on the seven seas and struck down France without a moment's hesitation.
Arthur simply shrugged. "We just fell in love,"
"Love? Love! The bloody hell, he must have drugged you!"
"No, I consented to it."
Pirate England started another round of screaming as he stormed around the room.
Arthur tried to ignore his past self knowing full well how stubborn he
Times Have Changed Chap 3Arthur sighed. He really was short tempered wasn't he?Times Have Changed Chap 3 in Short Stories More Like This
"I took it off so I could have a child. I put it back on once I was knew pregnant."
"He talked you into it." England hissed with rage.
"No, I told him I wanted a baby."
England started to scream again kicking at things that wouldn't move and throwing his hands up in a what he heard Arthur calling a temper tantrum. When he came down from his fit he noticed that himself was gone.
Running off he saw that both of them Arthur and France we're dressed and heading towards the door. Then was a knock and Francs opened it and greeted the person.
"The bloody hell is Lithuania doing here!"
Arthur almost answered but stopped himself. "Hello, Toris. Thank you for coming,"
"It's no trouble. Ivan and Alfred are out anyway,"
Pirate England frowned. He had heard the name Ivan but the other name seemed to be blurred out form his ears. It must have been the ring. Whoever it was he hadn't met yet.
He watched them leave. Growling he sat went
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The day passed with the worst attempts to get away. Arthur tried as hard as he could to loosen the binds but it wouldn't budge. Instead Arthur had a harder time tying to get out and the other Arthur had ended up looked up with his eyes as if seeing something.
For a moment Arthur wondered it could have been a fairy, but it was when the other Arthur's eyes dimmed and his face became blank.
"Are you alright?"
The other didn't answer. Instead the other continued to look into space. Still struggling to get free Arthur heard steps. Stopping he waited until he saw the other Alfred walk into the clearing. He looked down at the other Arthur.
Not saying anything he placed a blindfold on him and then released his hands before tying them to get and then the rest of the ropes were gone and he was taken away. Arthur was worried but didn't have time to think of where they were taking them because a cloth suddenly blinded him.
"Shut up. We need to hurry before we miss it."
Trick or TwinsArthur followed Alfred around as the little child who was five marched around in his cowboy outfit yelling trick or treat at every door. He frowned as he fallowed his young son around. Alfred was loud and insisted on yelling at the top of his lungs for candy.Trick or Twins in Short Stories More Like This
"Alfred calm down,"
Huffing he fallowed him more when suddenly Alfred broke out into a run screaming a name at the top of his lungs.
"Alfred!" Arthur cried as h ran after him.
The boy ran off laughing excitedly and then crashed into another child, hugging him to death and the other child was returning it and hugging him tightly. C
Catching up he was out of breath and another man came running up too only he wasn't out of breath.
"Matthew! Do not run off like that!" Francis gasped. "Mon Deui! I thought I would lose you!"
"You too Alfred Oh, god my lungs are burning "
"Dad! This is my friend Matthew from class! See, I told you we look like twins!"
Arthur stopped and looked up and nearly had a heart
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The next day, the parallels set off into the woods. The others stayed there. After all, they didn't know the area. And besides, they had to figure away to get home. Off to the side, Russia and China talked about it quietly.
France stood there silently, thinking, his hands in his pockets. There was something that made no sense. He remembered what the other Arthur had said about 'seeing the way,' and that they want his 'eyes'. What did they want with him?
Turning, he left as America, Canada, and England tried to come up with a plan. Maybe he would lay down and think about it more. It was clear their other selves were keeping a secret. True, it was none of their concern, but he couldn't help but think about the other France and England. How different they were, but as the country of love it made him angry that 'France' was cruel, mean, hatful, and hurt people.
Getting to the base room he was using, he kicked off his boots, got into a bunker, and started to drift off. As he slept, he swore
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Arthur was worried now. He had no idea what the bloody hell those two were doing by tying him to a piano. They had it hanging upside-down, then pushing him back and forth like a swing. As he moved back and forth, he watched them.
They seemed like they where having trouble deciding what to do. After a while, the dark-haired Alfred left and came back with a burger.
"The other America eats burgers all the time too." England grunted.
The other Alfred looked up, not smiling, but not frowning either. "Really? Hm, I thought I was the only one who liked them..."
"Aren't you going to eat anything else, big brother? You only ate once today and it's only a vegan burger..."
"You know I hate eating and I hate anything to do with meat, baby brother."
England's mouth fell open. "You don't eat meat?! And you only eat once a day?!"
Canada spun the piano. Said piano was hanging by its legs, suspended on chains. "Big brother ate three days ago. He never eats anything. He's vegan. Wheee! Isn't this fun?"
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"Ow ow! It hurts!" Arthur complained.
France gave him comforting words as he stitches up the wounds and cuts. Bruising seemed to be all over his body. No doubt England had been working on a spell again which would explain his odd eyes and attitude.
"Hurts, hurts, it always hurts!"
"Shh there. Almost done. Lay down, mon cher and you should feel better soon."
Since England had been sitting in front of him looking at is blue yes. He blinked a few times and then leaned in and snuggled against him happily. Taken off guard France smiled and held him closer.
"Francis kiss me?"
"Uh Mon cher you won't like that with this spell on you."
"Spell? I don't have any spells Francis doesn't love me " Arthur sobbed and cried into his chest. "It's because Arthur bothers him so much ! Oh I'm so sorry!"
Laughing awkwardly he pulled him close. "It's not that, Arthur. You need to rest."
"Can Arthur rest with blue eyes Francis?"
Come Home, SpagnaHe hated it when he left. Of course, he would never show it. That was something Lovino would never do. Antonio would announce he would be leaving for a while and all Lovino would do was huff and shrug.Come Home, Spagna in General Fiction More Like This
He'd say he didn't care. He'd say that he wouldn't miss the Spanish nation if he was ever asked if he would. He said that he would be perfectly fine alone during that time. He said that he could cope without him.
And he was... for a day or two at least. Lovino loved the freedom of doing whatever he wanted whenever he was alone. There was no Spain to boss him around. There was no Spain to tell him what he could and could not do, to tell him where he could and could not go. No Spain to tell him he shouldn't eat too many tomatoes or he will be sick, no Spain to tell him when he should go to bed. No Spain to tell him to do his chores. No Spain to tell him to stop being lazy and help out once in a while.
This freedom was something that Lovino enjoyed for a while... but soon the small nation f
The Queen's HeroThe Kingdom of Spades was a beautiful kingdom. It was surrounded by a large wall which was protected by guards specially chosen by the Queen. At the front there was a large gate which allowed travellers to pass freely. Inside the Kingdoms' walls was a happy town. The citizens were treated with respect and their opinions were taken into account. Anything that they thought needed to change, the Queen would be notified and the suggestions would be taken into the account.The Queen's Hero in Romance More Like This
The Queen was loved by all the people of the Kingdom of Spades. He was wise and was a kind ruler. He would often take walks through the town and people would greet him as a friend. Queen Arthur was the best Queen they had ever had.
However, all was not well in the castle. Queen Arthur would lie in his large bed longing for someone to share it with. He loved ruling the Kingdom and he would do anything for his subjects, but he wished that he didn't have to do it alone.
But then he met Alfred Jones.
The boy had just passed a
Just FriendsHe was sixteen when he first met him.Just Friends in General Fiction More Like This
Antonio would never forget the moment when he first laid eyes on him. His amber orbs, his dark brown hair, that frown and visible pout that proved to him that he didn't want to be here. But of course, moving to a new area was a little daunting; Antonio knew that from personal experience. He had moved to California from Spain a year before and if he was going to be honest, it took him a while to adjust and get used to the change. It was scary at first, but his two best friends- Gilbert and Francis- helped him through it. He met them at school and ever since they had been inseparable and that first day they had acted like they had known each other for years.
And that was why Antonio was now walking across the street to the house opposite his own with a bright smile. It was always good to have a friend, right? He approached the other brunette and extended his hand, that smile always remaining and he said, "Hola! I'm Antonio! I live across the street.
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You saw the way he looked at you, and to be honest you didn't know if you should be flattered or horrified. Francis always seemed to shoot you looks across the meeting table- winks, smirks, he'd kiss his hand and 'blow' the kiss towards you and he'd even make 'kissy faces' at you when he knew you were looking.
To be honest, the attention was great and all, but you knew of the French nation's reputation and you didn't really want to be another name on his long list of people he'd slept with.
You had more pride than that, therefore you weren't going to let him win.
Or at least... you were trying.
"Ma cherie, accept this rose as a token of my affections!" Francis smiled, holding the rose towards you. You looked at the rose with a flat expression before replying, "No thanks, I don't know where it's been..."
You were painfully aware of where roses seemed to be located on Francis' body...
The Frenchman's eyes widened, then he grasped the area near his heart and gasped, "Oh,
Master, I Love YouWarnings: Crack... so cracky I don't even know...Master, I Love You in Romance More Like This
The world meetings were always boring and not nearly awesome enough for him to even care, yet he still insisted in going along. Prussia sighed when he arrived home from the latest meeting, tired and slightly annoyed. Of course, the ex-nation didn't have to go to these meetings but he went anyway so he could annoy the other countries.
Germany had decided to leave with Italy that afternoon so Prussia had the house to himself. He hung his jacket up on the hanger by the door and walked straight into the kitchen and grabbed himself a cold beer from the fridge. Savouring the taste, he smiled to himself and allowed himself to relax as he took another swig then walked into the living room. This cold beer and a few hours on the X-Box should be enough to make him feel relaxed, right?
However, he was not expecting to find another person sitting on the couch.
Wearing next to nothing, might I add.
Prussia spat out his beer in shock and his crimso
Crack Fairytales - The Wurst PrinceAnd so we have heard the story of the Tomato Prince Antonio and the Pasta Princess Lovino... but what of the younger princess, Feliciano? Well, dear reader, fear not for that story is about to come.Crack Fairytales - The Wurst Prince in Romance More Like This
As usual, this story takes place once upon a time in a land far away. The Pasta Kingdom had been allied with the Wurst Kingdom for quite some time. The Pasta Kingdom would always turn to their friends whenever they found themselves in danger. The Pasta King and the Wurst King knew each other from their childhood so it was fairly obvious why their kingdoms were allied.
But I'm going off the subject again, for this story is about the youngest Princess, Feliciano.
Feliciano Vargas, Princess of the Pasta kingdom was a happy, bubbly young man with a good heart. He was nice to everyone he met though when faced with danger he was always the first to run away. The Pasta King was worried, for he had to decide whether Feliciano or his brother Lovino should take the throne after his passing. Both prin
Protection and ResponsibilityPirate Captain Arthur Kirkland burned down ships, stole treasure and attacked towns. He knew how to do that pretty well. Did he know how to raise a child? The answer would be a big, fat NO.Protection and Responsibility in General Fiction More Like This
The Englishman encountered the child while conducting an attack on a ship. He was a ruthless man who would kill anyone who dared obstruct his path. However, he would never hurt a child, and if he had known this ship had a child on board he would never have targeted it.
He found the little boy cowering away from the crew behind a barrel. The boy had fair hair with a stubborn strand that seemed to defy gravity by standing up straight, and his eyes were as blue as the sky itself. His cheeks were rosy and tear-streaked and his lips puffed out in a cute little pout. He wore a white nightgown with a red bow around the collar and in his hands he clutched a stuffed toy in the form of a white bunny. Even though he would never ever say this out loud, Arthur thought the child looked adorable.
For the first tim
Sick DayAlfred was pleasantly surprised when he realised he was the first to wake up. The American nation sat up in bed and stretched his arms then looked to the huddle of duvet and pillow that was his boyfriend and he smiled a little, "Hey Arthur, it's not like you to sleep in."Sick Day in Romance More Like This
Arthur made no noise in response. Alfred could see that he just hugged the blanket closer to himself and curled up even more. The American laughed, thinking Arthur was just being lazy.
"Come on, stop it! You said we'd go out today!" he pouted a little, seeing Arthur wasn't going to move voluntarily. He saw the English nation move his head slightly, most likely to block out the early morning sunlight pouring in through the large window. Alfred's pout grew a little more and he stood up. He walked to Arthur's side of the bed and knelt down beside him. He tugged at the duvet and in response, Arthur held on firm and refused to let go.
Alfred knew then that something wasn't right. His pout disappeared and concern filled his
Finding Love In NYCArthur Kirkland, a journalist from London, England, walked through the busy streets of New York on his lunch break on a Monday afternoon. He had been in the city for a week and already he was finding the place tiresome. He was used to large cities with crowds- he grew up in London and had lived there all his life- but this was something else entirely.Finding Love In NYC in Romance More Like This
To get out of the way of passers by, the Englishman walked into a shop of some sort and let out a breath of relief. He glanced around and saw that he had entered a small cafe; it wasn't large, but it wasn't small either. There was a small queue of people by the counter with two or three workers at least. There were a few tables scattered around and even then only less than half of them were taken. Arthur ended up smiling a little; this would be the perfect place to come and do some work. It was quiet, relaxed and it had a nice atmosphere.
Fishing in his pockets, he found some money and joined the small line by the counter and when it was
Blessed With A Curse- Ch17Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch17 in Romance More Like This
He had tried to sleep, really he did. Of course he knew it would be difficult... but honestly, he didn't know it would be this hard.
Every time he closed his eyes he was plagued with visions of his brother hurt or worse. Every time he would encounter these visions, his eyes would snap open and he would stare into the darkness of the room for what felt like hours, attempting to calm his beating heart.
If he listened close enough, he could hear the voices of the three vampires in the room beside his own. If he listened hard enough he could make out snippets of the conversation... and it didn't look good. From what he could make out, none of the other males seemed to know what to do.
Lovino hated it. He hated the waiting, he hated not knowing anything. He hated everything that was happening and he wished he could just turn back the time and make everything go back to how it w