Blessed With A Curse- Ch18Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.
Antonio stared at his two friends wide eyed; they had found out. They had found out sooner than he had expected. Either they were very good at detective work or the culprit was very bad at staying hidden.
"You have found out?"
"Well I said we think we know," Gilbert said and looked at the sleeping Italian beside his Spanish friend. Antonio too turned his gaze to Lovino and the look in Gilbert's eyes told him that this couldn't wait until he woke up on his own. Slowly, Antonio adjusted his position and gently shook Lovino's shoulder.
"Lovi wake up "
The Italian groaned as h began to stir; he moved his hand to swat weakly at the vampire's chest, attempting to get him to leave him alone. Antonio chuckled lightly, but didn't let that deter him. He shook the Italian's shoulder once again, this time slightly harder, "Lovino, wake up. This is important
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
Blessed With A Curse- Ch6Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch6 in Romance More Like This
Antonio didn't look entirely comfortable with the fact Lovino wanted to know how he was turned. The Italian could see that the other's eyes had darkened slightly and he could also see that he had probably brought up some unpleasant memories, but he felt as though he had a right to know. However, despite this, he didn't want to cause any unnecessary discomfort to the Spaniard; even though he had suffered enough without his blood, and Lovino acted as though he didn't care, really... he kind of did. Just a little bit.
"You don't have to talk about it," he quickly said, watching the vampire carefully for some kind of reaction; Antonio just seemed to freeze, drifting off into his own world as the memories revisited him. For a moment, Lovino didn't think that he would respond, but a few seconds later he raised his head and shook it lightly, "No, you should know. I owe you at lea
Blessed With A Curse- Ch16Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch16 in Romance More Like This
"So... what are we going to do now?" Lovino looked between the three vampires questioningly. After their little discovery, all four of them had been on edge. Antonio had kept his arm securely around him, as if he would disappear into thin air if he dared to let go. Gilbert looked serious for once and Francis' thoughts were so preoccupied he slipped into French when talking to them. Lovino had mulled the situation over in his mind and he had no idea what he was supposed to do in order to find his brother. Antonio said it would be all right and he had no choice but to try and believe him.
"I'm going to take you back to my apartment," Antonio said, "You look like you need some rest."
"How am I supposed to rest when my brother could be in danger, asshole?" Lovino demanded; the tone in his voice harsh. Antonio merely sighed and replied, "You can't stay awake all night... and ma
Blessed With A Curse- Ch5Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch5 in Romance More Like This
"Who the hell are you?!" Lovino backed up to the door and watched the two intruders. They studied him for a moment and the Italian felt a shiver run down his spine. This was so fucking weird. If that stupid tomato bastard sent them then he would fucking pay!
"Oh, he is cute!" one of the men smirked widely. He tucked his wavy blond hair out of his face and he continued to trail his gaze up and down Lovino's body. The Italian blushed slightly; he felt as though the blond man was mentally undressing him. With a noticeable French accent, Lovino wouldn't put it past him.
"I don't know," the other man said with a German accent and Lovino wrinkled his nose.
"Another potato bastard... as if my life could not get any worse..." he mumbled to himself. The German man's red eyes narrowed slightly and he muttered something to his friend. The blond man continued to smirk at him, and now
Blessed With A Curse- Ch4Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch4 in Romance More Like This
Lovino watched the window with a nervous expression. Any moment now he should be here. Any moment now. He held on to Alfred's baseball bat with a tight grip and he narrowed his eyes slightly. He wouldn't let this continue. What the hell had he been thinking? He shouldn't have allowed it to happen in the first place.
He started pacing back and forth, his mind racing. His heart pounded in his chest and his breathing started to get faster. He was scared; yes he wouldn't admit it out-loud but he might admit it in his mind. He took a deep breath and tried to work out what he was going to say. He was going to tell Antonio exactly how he felt and he was going to tell him to get the hell out of his life and never come back.
The Italian jumped and let out a small squeak of surprise, which he promptly turned into a low cough as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. He tur
Blessed With A Curse- Ch13Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch13 in Romance More Like This
The bright sunlight streamed through the small gap in the curtains. Lovino groaned and pulled the duvet over his head to block out the bright light. Staying up late was not a good idea now that it actually came to waking up...
Unable to continue sleeping, the Italian grudgingly removed the duvet from his head and sat up with a sigh. Running a hand through his hair, Lovino sighed and moved to the window to routinely close the curtains properly. Antonio needed to invest in some block-out blinds or something.
The Italian shuffled out of the room lethargically into the large living space to find his vampire tomato bastard strumming absently on his guitar. Antonio looked up when Lovino sat beside him and he smiled a bright smile, "Buenos días, Lovi!" he received a mumbled reply in response and the vampire chuckled, "Did you sleep well?"
"Meh... I guess," Lovino replied and
Blessed With A Curse- Ch3Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch3 in Romance More Like This
Lovino hadn't slept well for a few days now. He was worried for that bastard sneaking into his room and attacking him when he leased expected it. Some might say that he was being paranoid but he knew that he was just trying to stay safe. Then again... the more he thought about it, the more worried he became. He couldn't help it; how would you feel if a creepy bloodsucker was after you? He sighed and finally decided to get out of bed and get changed, deciding to enjoy his day off without the worry of his blood being sucked. He left the room and scowled at Feliciano talking to Ludwig in the kitchen.
"When did he get here?"
"Ve, Lovi! You're up!" Feliciano greeted happily and smiled over at his brother. Ludwig gave the older Italian a brief nod in acknowledgement then turned away from him. Feliciano had already continued their conversation and he either didn't notice or he di
Blessed With A Curse- Ch8Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch8 in Romance More Like This
Lovino felt guilty.
For the first time in a while, he sat in the pews with his brother and listened to the priest conduct the sermon. The older Italian brother had decided that it was high time the two of them attended church, seeing as they hadn't gone for a while and the younger Italian had agreed straight away. When they were younger, their grandpa had been a religious man and the two boys had attended church every Sunday for as long as they could remember. Since he died, their ritual had slipped and they only really attended the service at important times of the year, for example Christmas and Easter.
And now back to why Lovino was feeling guilty. It had been three days since his kiss with Antonio and he was still unsure of how it made him feel. Yes, he liked the guy for some unknown reason but he wasn't sure if it was right. The church was very particular with homosex
Blessed With A Curse- Ch7Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously fould mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch7 in Romance More Like This
Lovino tried not to panic. Everything would be all right; nothing bad would have happened. The potato bastard wouldn't have allowed it too, right? If he really cared about Feliciano then everything would be fine... wouldn't it?
He really wasn't paranoid, honestly he wasn't, but recent events have somewhat changed his mindset. He worried about a lot of things he usually wouldn't have paid any mind too in the past. He fretted about things that usually wouldn't concern him, like when his brother would be home and who he would be with when he was out and whatnot. Be this as it may, Lovino refused to admit that he was paranoid. He may be worried, anxious and stressed... but not paranoid.
He arrived at his apartment complex and he almost ran down the hall once he reached his floor. He fumbled for his keys and once he found them, he shoved the little piece of metal into the keyh
Crack Fairytales - The Tomato PrinceOnce upon a time in a land far, far away from here lived a handsome prince named Antonio. Antonio was prince of the wonderful and beautiful Tomato Kingdom and the prince had a happy life there; the citizens of the kingdom loved him and they knew that he would be a great and powerful ruler.Crack Fairytales - The Tomato Prince in Humor More Like This
However, there was just one problem.
When it was time for Antonio to take the throne, he would need a Queen. A King could not rule without his Queen after all.
Antonio had met with many princesses from many far away kingdoms but not one of them was what he was looking for. Time was running out for the prince and Antonio needed to find his future queen right away. The problem was, was that he didn't know where to start looking.
But he would have to start somewhere, right?
And so he did. The prince packed essentials and informed the kingdom that he would not return until he had found a suitable Queen. His family and loyal subjects wished him well and the prince set off on his long and tiring journey.
His Favorite Customer Ch.14His Favorite CustomerHis Favorite Customer Ch.14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Fourteen: It's two-thirty in the morning, fuck titles
Romano wakes up with a pair of arms holding him close from behind and Nia curled up to his stomach. It feels comfortable and keeps him calm before last night pops into his head; his mother returning, he and Antonio confessing, and doing other things. While the things with Antonio were embarrassing, they don't bother him. It's the thought of his mother that makes his body tense up.
She's back, for whatever reason. Well, back isn't the correct word. Technically, she has never been to America before. Nonetheless, it's still weird. Not to mention suspicious. He knows Feliciano has sent her far more letters than just one recently. So why suddenly come now?
"Mm Lovi you're up?" Antonio asks, moving behind him to hold him even closer.
"Y-yeah " Romano mumbles, blushes as Antonio nuzzles hi
Where The Heart Is Ch.1a/n: i do not own hetalia.Where The Heart Is Ch.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Where The Heart Is
Chapter One: His Guardian
Romano Vargas has lived a pretty good life, aside from losing his mother in the divorce. His father is a well he doesn't really know WHAT his father does. All he knows is that it has made him rich. They live in a large house, full of random tokens his father has gotten from his job. It did feel empty though. But that doesn't mean he wants to be HERE.
Romano sighs, staring at the door in front of him. His father had just up and disappeared a few weeks ago. When he left, he set a letter on the table for Romano giving him a name and a number. Romano didn't want to go live with a stranger, so he tried to tough it out on his own; needless to say he failed.
What he really wanted was to go and find his mother, but according to some people who knew her she had died three years back. So here he is, in front of some strange old man's d
His Favorite Customer Ch.5Disclaimer: I dont own Hetalia or Monty PythonHis Favorite Customer Ch.5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His Favorite Customer
Chapter Five: Wait what?
Romano looks from a seemingly deflated Antonio to his vespa and cries. "NNNOOOOO! MY BABY!" He runs over to the crushed vehicle and looks at it in horror. "What have I done? I've killed my baby!" The Italian looks over to Antonio in tears. "This is your fault! You just HAD to have an awesome house!" He whines and Antonio looks at him in confusion. "L-lo siento ?" The Spaniard mumbles and Romano bursts into tears. "VEEEESSSSPAAAA! THIS TOOK ME THREE MONTHS OF A SHITTY JOB TO BUY! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH TOMATOES I COULD HAVE GOTTEN WITH THAT MONEY? OR EVEN THINGS TO KEEP CERTAIN EVIL LITTLE BROTHERS OUT OF MY STUFF? DAMNIT!" He cries and Antonio looks at him shocked. "L-Lovi? Oh god you really are broken!" The Spaniard leans down next to the crying teen and picks him up.
Where The Heart Is Ch.3Where The Heart IsWhere The Heart Is Ch.3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Three: First Day Of School
"Lovi~! Time to get up~!" Antonio coos, gently shaking the sleeping boy. "Ungh if you keep touching me I'll castrate you with a spoon " Romano mumbles and Antonio backs away nervously. "Well I will leave you to get ready and I'll get you an alarm clock while you're at school " Antonio whispers the last part as he leaves the room.
Romano gets ready and then comes downstairs. "You made breakfast? Do I even have time ?" Antonio smiles at him. "Yep! I'm going to drive you, so you have time!" Romano's face darkens. "You woke me up earlier than necessary JUST SO WE COULD HAVE A BIG BREAKFAST!" Antonio smiles nervously. "W-well I thought we should celebrate, Lovi~! haven't you always been homeschooled before this?"
Romano glares darkly at the man. " Yes " "S-so this is a first for you! Oh, we're picki
Dirty Desire Ch.1Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Dirty Desire by Utada HikaruDirty Desire Ch.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter One: There's something growing inside me
Lovino has been bothered. Very, very bothered. Last week he met a strange guy who ran a café he likes for their amazing cappuccino's, his name was Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. Granted, he was annoying and way too friendly, but Lovino has never seen anyone so fucking hot. Unbelievably hot. He thinks about him day and night, especially night. Just thinking about him makes Lovino's face heat up. Among other things.
It's all just WRONG. Being so attracted to someone is horrible and a waste of time. And, at the moment, very unprofessional. Why unprofessional? Lovino is currently at work. He got a job last summer working for his stupid brother's bastard of a boyfriend who always smells like potatoes. The job isn't big, he's just a 'lackey' (he refuses to say secretary) for Lu
Rescued Ch.1disclaimero not ownRescued Ch.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter One: Taking In The Enemy
On the ocean there is a pirate known by everyone. He is from Spain and his name is Antonio Carriedo. He is as ruthless as he is handsome and all other pirates fear him, and want to beat him. His crew is also known far and wide. A strong albino Prussian named Gilbert as his first mate, who was known for his violent streak and strangely level-minded tactics. Then there was Francis, his handsome quarter master who was given the role due to his ability to maintain order and be overly fair-as long as it's something unrelated to sex. His gunner is a German man, and Gilbert's younger brother, Ludwig who is known for his rigidly serious attitude.
They make up the main crew, other men coming and going would fill whatever roles needed to be filled while they're there. Despite this shaky-seeming foundation for a crew, they are the richest and most feared
If It's Love Ch.16If It's LoveIf It's Love Ch.16 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Sixteen: A ruined night?
Lovino has two months left, he's made his intentions perfectly clear to Arthur, and now he just has to put them to the test. What kind of test? A kiss. If he enjoys kissing Antonio then he will know exactly what he feels. It's a perfect, fool proof test! All he has to do is take Antonio on the perfect date, get him completely alone and ask him to kiss him, which Lovino knows he will happily do.
He explains it to Matthew, sitting in the Canadian's bedroom and watching the amused look on his friend's face. "What is that all about?"
"All that trouble for a kiss? Shouldn't you just go up to him and ask for one? I mean does it truly matter if people are around? Or if you have the perfect date beforehand?" Matthew asks in exasperation. "You like to complicate things, don't you?"
"I do not! I don't want to have a bunch of people around because it will
Welcome To Hell Ch.1disclaimer: I don't own HetaliaWelcome To Hell Ch.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Welcome To Hell
Chapter One: The Boy Under the Floor
Romano looks at the large white house in front of him with distaste. "Why couldn't we stay in Italy ?" He mumbles and his father pats him on the back. "Don't worry Roma! America can be a nice place, too! And all the different people that live here! It's like like um yeah! You know?" Romano looks over to his dad annoyed. "You sound like an idiot " "Eh? The great Romulus Vargas is no idiot!" Romulus exclaims and a smaller boy staggers up with a large box. "F-fratello! Papa! H-help~!" He cries out and Romano quickly grabs the box and catches his little brother before he falls. "Be careful, Marcello!"
Marcello smiles up at Romano and heads back to the moving van. "Ahhh~! My little boys are sooo good~! Why I remember when you were all still little~! Feliciano was always drawing and singing
Rescued Ch.3disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.Rescued Ch.3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Three: Just another boring day
Lovino finishes sweeping the deck and stares out at the ocean, leaning on the broom. "It's been a week and I'm fucking bored when are we going to dock?" "Gil said we should in a few weeks." Matthew says, coming up behind Lovino, who pouts in annoyance. "A few weeks ? I don't know if I can wait that long " The blonde laughs. "Oh come on! It'll be fine! You'll survive!" Lovino looks over at him in disgust. "A whole month sharing a bed with Antonio do you know what that's like? HE FOUND MY CURL!" The brunette shudders at the thought and Matthew laughs. "Your curl? What is that? You mean this thing?"
Matthew reaches out and grabs the curl, earning a loud shriek from Lovino. "DON'T TOUCH THAT!" "Why? It's just a curl " Lovino goes to explain when Antonio comes running up, yanking Lovino away from Matthew. "
If It's Love ch.1Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Or Mcdonalds. Or their awesome old playgrounds that no longer exist because life sucks.If It's Love ch.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
If It's Love
Chapter One: And unexpected growth spurt
Lovino sits on a swing in front of McDonalds kicking up the dirt in front of him angrily. Why? Because if he can't kick Feliciano in the face, he will kick the dirt instead. Earlier today the little bastard had begged and pleaded for Lovino to join him in the park since his boyfriend, Ludwig, was busy. Lovino of course gave in, but as soon as he arrived, what did he see? Feliciano clinging to his stupid boyfriend.
Lovino continues his self-pitying and assault on the dirt beneath him until he hears a strange noise. He looks around and sees no one else at the park. Figuring it's his imagination, he continues with what he was doing. Until he hears it again. Listening closer, he realizes the sound is that of a crying boy inside the h
Running Straight Back To YouI'm running away and I don't know why. My chest feels heavy and I almost can't breathe. My feet slap against the rain slick pavement, soaking my shoes and socks and feet to the bone. It's cold, and it stings my cheeks as well. I'm scared. I'm running and I'm running, but I don't know why. I don't even know where I'm running. I'm running and I'm running, to a place that doesn't matter.Running Straight Back To You in Romance More Like This
I'm struggling to remember that place I was at. As my feet begin to ache I continue down that dark, dark, sidewalk, just forcing myself forward. I don't remember what has driven me this direction, but I know it still hurts. My heart begins to pound rapidly like gunfire, and I'm not even sure if I'm crying, for it could also be the rain. Either way, my vision is blurred and it is growing harder for me to see. But even then, I don't stop.
I hear a name call me out, but I can't stop. My body won't let me. All I can do is keep running and running. I feel like I'm going to collapse at any given second, but
Your Heart Is My HomeGilbert Beilschmidt held the ring in between his thumb and pointer finger, watching it gleam brightly in the sunlight. He rotated it, just so he could see it shine in the light from all angles, and smiled a bit as he read the engraving on the inside. Home.Your Heart Is My Home in Romance More Like This
Gilbert Beilschmidt and Matthew Williams had been engaged for almost three months now, and every single day had been simply wonderful. The German had been so lost and confused before he'd met him, and now he'd found his light in the darkness.
"Quite beautiful in the light, huh?" a soft voice interrupted his musing.
Gilbert looked up and a broad smile crossed his lips. There, in front of him, stood Matthew himself, dawned in his familiar red jacket, a light smile of his own upon his lips.
"Ja, I do this a lot when I'm thinking."
The wind blew a bit as Gilbert scooted over from his spot underneath his three. Matthew sat down next to him, hugging his knees to his chest. "Oh? And what do you think about?"
"A lot of things. My past
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Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Carnations are white,
Just like you
~~~~Five Years Ago~~~~~
Twelve-year-old Matthew Williams held his older brother with widened eyes. It was a dark cloudy and rainy day, perfectly fitting for the horror of what had happened. It was September, September 21, if he could recall correctly. This was a day he wouldn't soon forget. Today was the funeral of Francis Bonnefoy, his father. He felt tears on his shoulder, which he noticed was from his brother. At first, he told himself he wouldn't cry, but the tears slowly made its way down onto his face. His other father, Arthur, had one hand on Alfred's shoulder, his other on his. He could feel Arthur's sadness. Although Matthew could tell he was trying to hold it together for him and Alfred. It was truly terrible.
"Well, maybe this is for the better," Arthur had told them. After all, his father was quite sick for a while. But Matthew knew him better than that. He knew Arthur was just as ups
Let Our Circle Be UnbrokenMatthew Williams hummed to himself softly, trotting through the halls of HetaliaHighh merrily. His feet clattered along the floor, he himself a bit earlier than usual. Not that he minded, however, he actually liked being early.Let Our Circle Be Unbroken in Drama More Like This
He continued along his path at a steady pace, not too fast, nor too slow when he caught sight of someone walking his direction. It was a girl, average height, with long, dark hair that was tied with red ribbon into pigtails. Her nose was planted in a book, as she glanced up only every now and again to make sure she stayed on track, and not run into anyone or anything.
He finally recognized her as Victoria Bonnefoy.
Matthew grinned. Since a few months ago, Victoria and he had become extremely close friends, and sought to see each other as much as possible when not in classes together. They'd become almost like a brother and sister, sharing countless memories and secrets. They had many similarities, so maybe that's what helped the compatibility, but nevertheless,
The Listening - 1Silence. It was quiet in his world. It was always quiet in his world. The meek, open exterior of his walls, they were cracked yet they still continued to keep the silence in, and him inside along with it. He didn't even remember why it was always so quiet anymore. Was he ill? He couldn't place it.The Listening - 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Every time he opened his eyes it was white. All around him the white: white curtains, white sheets, white walls, white doors, all white. He loathed it in a sense, but it also brought him comfort. He didn't really get it, but it seemed to calm him, but also enrage him at the same time. Maybe that's what caused his empty feeling. Maybe his empty feeling was caused by his anger and his comfort colliding and exploding into nothing, therefore leaving him with nothing.
Either way, he can't remember anything about anyone. All he ever does is lay in some secluded place, some place he doesn't even know the name of. He doesn't even remember his name. He's not even sure he's alive anymore.
His joints we
Healing The Broken SmileLudwig used to always wonder why Feliciano smiled.Healing The Broken Smile in Romance More Like This
A lot of the time he was carefree, happy, joyful, sweet, caring, and considerate. He was bubby and kind, and always had a smile on his face. He was bouncy and energetic, and acted as if there was nothing to ever fear or to be hurt over.
Ludwig wondered how he could be like that.
Feliciano had grown up in an abusive household in a little place just outside of Florence, Italy. He was the younger brother of a set of twins, with a superstitious mother who insisted that the twins were a bad omen, two demons that would ultimately bring about her demise. She insisted they be sent away, and when their father didn't comply, she would recklessly try to harm them. Feliciano and his twin brother still both have many scars from what had happened, scars that were always in plain sight.
One specifically, across his left cheek.
It was faded, yes, a vague trace of what it once was. Tanned, almost non-existent it was. But it was there. And Ludwig always
Echoes Of The PastIt had been raining that cool April morning Alfred decided to take a long, dream like walk down memory lane.Echoes Of The Past in Romance More Like This
It wasn't of the abnormal to want to relive what had passed. It wasn't strange to go through old memories and wish for a time once happier. It wasn't strange to go through old memories and wish for a better ending. It wasn't strange to go through old memories and regret the pain you've caused.
There was no shame in missing a loved one.
Alfred walked to his storage shed as the rain chilled his body, matting his golden hair. His eyes were vibrant, but not of happiness, rather, of curiosity and eagerness. His palms were damp as he opened the doors to the past.
The room was dusty; covered with webs and the smell of dirt and mud collided. Despite that, the young man stepped in. A wave of uncertainty passed through him as he swallowed and knelt down, the rickety floor leaving an imprint of filth on his clean slacks. Chests and barrels lined the walls, all filled with memories both fon
Crying Someone Else's TearsGilbert really did love him.Crying Someone Else's Tears in General Fiction More Like This
Gilbert Beilschmidt loved Matthew Williams more than anyone else.
Gilbert Beilschmidt wanted nothing more than to see Matthew Williams happy.
And it killed him to see him in this state.
Matthew Williams was a heart broken mess. Matthew Williams had to watch his brother die before him. Matthew Williams had to cope with the death of his last family member. Matthew Williams couldn't handle being alone. Matthew Williams cried himself to sleep at night. Matthew Williams was so afraid of being alone he went into hysteria daily.
And it tore him up inside.
Gilbert wanted to help, he did. He wanted to be there for him, he wanted to hold him tight, and tell him it was going to be all right. But he couldn't. Matthew wouldn't accept sympathy, from anyone or anything. He was too scared, too afraid to let another person inside of his heart. His heart was shattered, gone, and Gilbert wanted nothing more than to pick them up and put them all back together. He didn't care a
UnderstandingThere were just some things that Arthur never understood about Alfred F. Jones.Understanding in Romance More Like This
Alfred F. Jones was loud, obnoxious, rude, uneducated, American, and most of all, a complete idiot. He was brash, and always put himself before others. He was somehow the 'Golden Boy' of the school, but even so he was still a troublemaker. The teachers detested his little pranks, but the students worshipped him like an idol. Alfred Jones, The Golden Boy.
So he never understood how Alfred ended his life so suddenly.
His first thought was that he'd gotten in trouble with drinking, had a car accident, and crashed, dying instantaneously. But that hadn't been the case. So he'd then switched to believing it was some drug overdose, but again, proven false. He'd then come to the conclusion that it had just been some tragic, unforeseen event and he felt pity for the family to have to endure such a tragic incident.
It later got around the school that it was a suicide.
On the evening right before Holiday break,
UK's Revenge - 2England laughed softly to himself as he grabbed the unconscious boy's collar.UK's Revenge - 2 in Drama More Like This
"Now it's your turn " he mumbled to himself deviously.
A million thoughts raced through Arthur's head, a million different things all at one time. What to do after this, what to do right now, and just what would happen in this event. As they continued, he heard something, the sound of someone approaching, he quickly looked up, ready to lash out at whomever it was when he stopped short.
It was America?
Sure enough, it was the blond haired, blue eyed American, staring for a moment blankly at the two before turning as quickly as he'd come. "I'll just leave you two alone, okay?"
'Why are there two Americas?' England thought over and over, not understanding the doppelganger.
As if seeing his confusion, Alfred pointed to himself. "I'm America. That's Canada."
He exchanged glances between the awake one and the unconscious one, and realized his mistake. Arthur mentally slapped himself for
A Pirate No More: Spamano It pained me to see him stumble into the house, to see him collapse on the couch, laying a bloody sword wherever he could upon the floor, even if it were in the walk way. It pained me to hear him wince and yell and shake his head as he tried to get situated the best he could. Yet... I couldn't bring myself to say a word to him, for I was young, and I was terrified. I hated his pirating days. I absolutely loathed them, because there were many days he came home like this, but I never knew what was ailing him, because I never got close enough to ask. I was too terrified, being out on the salty sea that tickled the bottom of his ship, taunting it with its unknown ways, had changed Spain, it changed him for the worse, it made his blood thick, and dark, and he in general, had an unnaturally blackened heart.A Pirate No More: Spamano in Short Stories More Like This
His voice broke me from the trance I was in, the trance that filled me
A Message To England: From Alfred F. JonesI stood against you.A Message To England: From Alfred F. Jones in Short Stories More Like This
And I still wonder if you hate me for it.
Because, to see someone you loved, stand there, stand there against you like I did... it must've... hurt.
Honestly, I don't know why I am writing this, maybe its to ease my guilty conscience, or maybe, its just so I can at least get some rest. I waited for you to come home for so many years, I was just a kid, so why did you leave me alone like you did? It hurt when I finally decided that you weren't coming back, but, it taught me something, that even if you did come back, I could survive on my own. I would be my own hero, and I didn't need anyone to come save me.
That's when I realized, I could be the hero of my own stories, that I didn't need to work with anyone else, because I was strong enough to stand on my own, stand against anything. No matter how many alliances I make, I would keep in mind, that I would always, be the hero.
Apartment of Four: Chapter 4: The Truth Friday already? Romano grumbled as he heard his phone alarm sound, he wasn't a morning person, that was certain. Reaching over, the muscles in his arm tensed and pleaded for him to stop moving, never the less, he had to turn it off, in fear it would awaken the albino in the room, or worse, his pet bird. He heaved a long-overdue sigh and pushed himself up, much to the dismay of his body, which pleaded him to lay back down, instead of daring the bitter cold of the crisp morning. His nights in the house had gotten better, it seemed that once the bird was used to him, it didn't coo as much, it also didn't hurt that he went to bed earlier than Gilbirt now either.Apartment of Four: Chapter 4: The Truth in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He got to his feet, hearing the floor beneath him creak a bit, it was wood after all, what could one expect? The loud sound of the wood adjusting itself made the Prussian man stir, but thankfully, he stayed asleep, a great relief to our main protagonist. All through
The Trip That Was a Mistake: Spamano _4_ Another lit. He was getting pretty frequent at standing outside his home, lighting the long sticks of cancer, blowing smoke into the air as ashes fell slightly now and again. The air began to get chilly again, winter was still upon them that January, he could tell it would be a cold one, drearier than any other. Usually, he was warmed by the aid of someone at his side, but this year, he'd be completely alone, and he had a feeling that not even the fire's glow would warm him this year. Then, he noticed someone walking past the wall on the outskirts of the courtyard, a curl protruding from the right of her hair, such, familiar hair. Letting the cigarette drop, he crushed it there with his foot, walking out into the snow ridden grassland, toward the girl passing by.The Trip That Was a Mistake: Spamano _4_ in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh.. god.. honestly yo- stupid..."
She turned, she wasn't really sure who she was expecting, and to be completely
The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _5_ A love ever lasting, is a painstaking thing to find.. it can take numerous tries before you find the actual one, and now a days, people either give up, rush into it, or are too cautious... take your time to find the other half of your puzzled life, and.. never believe that there is no one for you, chances are, they may be feeling the same way.The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _5_ in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It felt like years before Romano awoke, and when he did, he was both startled, and somewhat in bliss, to find that Spain was lying there next to him, an arm over Romano's chest, whilst the other was under his own head. He was just laying there, on top of the blanket whilst Romano was under it, it was not surprising at all that Spain had fallen asleep, he'd had many restless nights when he was lead to believe Lovino Vargas was dead. Carefully, Romano placed a hand lightly above the Spaniard's hair, just enough to feel a light brush of the silky strands, he would have placed it there completely, if it hadn't been for
Apartment of Four: Chapter 5: The Beginning Notes He re-awoke two days after France had put him to sleep, which wasn't too approved by Spain, he hated when France did that to people, even if he knew well how it was done, it made the Spaniard uneasy, thinking that the person he'd done it to, wouldn't awaken. When he'd awoken, everything around him felt somewhat, nostalgic, and the first face he encountered, was that of the Prussian, he was sitting there staring down at Romano with a slight scowl.Apartment of Four: Chapter 5: The Beginning Notes in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You sure drool a lot kid..."
It took a few minuets to process those words, but Romano finally raised a hand to his mouth, wiping fingers across it slightly to feel the liquid, automatically disgusted, he rubbed it away with his blanket.
"Pfft... you got a problem with spit or what? Its okay that you drool, Spain does the same thing all the time... ... wow... that feels weird, being able to call him Spain around you.."
Paint Cans: _Spamano_ The paints were all set out, the smell of them swarming the room and consuming any free air left, yet the smell didn't cause him to feel nauseous, for he already had those feelings. Reaching out, he picked up a thin brush and inspected it. Rubbing it in between his thumb and index finger, he thought, loosing himself in said thoughts, as though he were drunk with each thought that appeared.Paint Cans: _Spamano_ in Short Stories More Like This
'The way he smiled with her,'
'The way he was so kind...'
Suddenly, it hurt to think, his mind throbbed and he stumbled slightly, dropping the brush and holding his head, breathing heavily. Yet he shook it off, he dismissed the feelings and went back to his painting, replacing the paintbrush with another, a thicker one. The white canvas taunted him, what was he to paint? Would he even be good at painting? Probably not. He hadn't painted since the day his younger brother had shown him all of his art, and he knew he'd never be great enough at this to su
The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano"Why are you staring at me like that?"The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano in Short Stories More Like This
Spain had a very odd sort of stare on Romano, it was the type you may be afraid of if you're not used to it, though still, even if you were used to it, you may have chills sent through your spine by said stare. It was though he were thinking mischievous things, things nobody would want to ponder through, and it was really beginning to agitate Romano now, since the Spaniard was sitting right beside him at the dining room table.
"Well Lovi, I've been thinking, why don't we go on a trip?"
"We don't go on one, because its cold out..."
"Aww.. come on, that's no excuse..."
"No! I'm not letting you drag me into this again! Leave it alone!"
With this, Romano left the table, taking his newspapers with him. It left Antonio some time to think things through, and then, he came up with an idea.
The next morning, Romano awoke to an unusual alarm, and looking around the room, he found Spain's phone next to him on the mat
Spain's Lost Diary: 4Spain's Lost Diary: 4Spain's Lost Diary: 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Death. Its among us sometimes, but we can't let it refrain us from living.
This is really important.
Recently, we had a friend pass away, we went to a funeral, we mourned. You didn't seem to quite understand what was going on, looking around at all the tears on people's faces, but, someday you will.
It got me to thinking about, what would happened if I were to die? Where would it leave you? How would you cope, how would you feel about it?
Well there are some things I want you to know, if I ever do die. First off, please, don't mourn too much Lovi~ Mourn as much as you possibly need to, to move on, and then do. Don't get sucked into the past because you can't find me around anymore. Don't let others get lost either, find a way to bring yourself up, and then carry them as well. I know that sounds hard, and I know, its foolish for
Apartment of Four: Chapter 3: The Secret Hurts His first night in the apartment was a rough one, it seemed 'Gilbird' liked to coo on the hour, his loud, consistent, hoarse coos. When he wasn't cooing, his master was talking in his sleep, or snoring. Romano stayed up more than half the night listening to the Prussian's words. Things about someone named Susan or Carlos, things about war plans that somewhat crept Romano out, and random foods littered the male's speech. When he'd finally settled into a constant and lasting sleep, he found morning came quicker than per usual, squinting into the light of day as his eyes focused on the back of the familiar albino.Apartment of Four: Chapter 3: The Secret Hurts in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You don't have to be awake, jeeze kid! Go back to sleep!"
It was obvious that Gilbirt was getting ready for school, the rustling of his items being the cause of Romano's awakening. Grumbling, Lovino covered his head and turned over, when he did, the rustling of items seemed to get louder, Romano had a
Spain's Prisoner 25- ENDSpain's prisonerSpain's Prisoner 25- END in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been days since the Russian had fell and Arthur had lost his eye but none of them could be happier.
Once it was all over, everyone had stumbled back into the house to escape the cold that was taking them over. Though while Alfred was busy helping Arthur and Prussia and Matthew were tending to Ludwig, the Frenchman and Spaniard were occupied with making sure the Turk didn't run. Actually, they forced him to pick up the bloody Russian and carry his limp form into the cabin too.
He ended up sitting beside the unconscious the tall man in the corner because the two wouldn't let him move. He was their prisoner now.
They all huddled noisy next to the fire, talking and praying to their god to thank him that everyone was still here. Shortly after, the doctor that had come every day to care for the little Canadian came wondering in, and was shocked at what he saw; a man without an eye and two another's who were shot. Four were beat up black and blue and one was sitting in
Spain's Prisoner 10"Feeling any better?" Spain questioned softly. He was lying beside the smaller Italian on their bed, his tan hand slowly stroking the boy's auburn hair while his immobile one stayed lazily by his side.Spain's Prisoner 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's been over a week and I still can't walk because my legs were burnt almost off! Do you think I'm feeling better, idiot!" The Italian snapped emotionally, swiping the man's hand away with a harsh movement.
Though he was happy he did, Lovino couldn't wrap his head around the fact Antonio had rescued him like he did. Still, he was pissed off, alarmed and even more emotionally unstable as usual.
At night he found himself being jerked awake by nightmares of a certain English pirate and flames trying to devour him. Every time, his face was hot and his small body sticky from sweat but he knew the hot tears running down his face wasn't the perspiration. Thankfully, Lovino didn't think Spain noticed when he woke up like this, except for a first three nights where he was shaken awake by the d
Spain's Prisoner 11Romano could feel his icy hands shivering as they pressed against his wet face. He hadn't moved or eaten since Spain had yelled at him, just staying silent or sobbing against the wall on the bed.Spain's Prisoner 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Spaniard had offered to take his old friend to the bar, but the timid Canadian refused the offer to accompany them and stayed with the quivering Italian.
Though still the room stayed silent, Matthew staying in the chair next to the bed. It wasn't until after Gabriel delivered them both dinner and left that Canada spoke up.
"You should eat, Lovino." He told him calmly, getting an aggravated grunt from the other.
"Why? So that bastard can keep me as his slave longer while my brother is probably on his death bed?"
"So you plan to starve yourself to death?" Matthew realized, but kept his composed face. "I know Alfred would do everything in his power to make sure your brother doesn't get hurt."
Romano scoffed. "Yeah, he did a damn good job saving me and keeping his bastard Captain from stealing
Spain's Prisoner 9"Where's the Captain!"Spain's Prisoner 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"The floor collapsed!"
"He's in the fire!"
Spain could hear the shouts from his crew, but they were faint and remote. His tan body was smothered in agony as the blazes grew nearer, but he couldn't force himself off the ground. He was unable move at all, actually, and the stinging tears were mocking him in his wide eyes.
"D-Damn " He choked out, straining his neck to look around. But as he did, his blurry gaze was greeted with nothing but more flames dancing slowly closer.
He had to get out now!
The aching Spaniard slowly got his right arm to shift so he could push himself up. He stared down at himself. Pieces of glass and wood were jabbed into his flesh, blood spilling from him in numerous places. He glanced at the horrible bruises on his right leg and left arm, staring at their odd angles with remorse. Both were now visible due to his pants and shirt being ripped by the fire and his fall.
He clenched his teeth, knowing that meant they were both broken and h
Spains Prisoner 4Romano was silent, the blush on his cheeks even brighter than a few minutes ago. The crew members that had already or hadn't yet eaten and were on deck couldn't help but smirk and chuckle at the sight of the humiliated boy walking around in a pink dress. Romano knew they were all staring at him walking behind their captain so he kept his watery, hazel eyes on the wooden planks of the floorboard.Spains Prisoner 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He kept trudging deadly until he ran into the paused Spaniard's back. "Wh-What? Why did you stop, bastard?" Romano growled into the man's back, but was ignored as he heard him laugh in the door way of what he guessed was the mess hall because of the aroma illuming from it.
He could hear the shouts of many crew members, yelling there good mornings and greeting to Antonio. Who, didn't hesitate to answer each of them with that silly grin, a wave and a "Good morning" back.
"Hurry up, dammit!" Romano mumbled angrily to the man who suddenly turned around and grabbed his hand in his own. "W-What are y
Spains Prisoner 7"Let go of me, dammit!" Romano screamed, kicking and howling curses and threats as Alfred threw him into an empty room, quickly shutting the door before he could crawl off the floor where he was thrown. He had woken up as the American moved him out of his tight embrace so he could put him in the room. But, when he found he was no longer in Spain's safe arms, he yelled and tried his best to get away from his former playmate, but to no avail.Spains Prisoner 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once it was locked, Alfred went back over to Arthur, trying his best to ignore the yelling that continued through the oak door and kicks that sent annoying bangs through the cabin they had settled into.
"Do not look so worried, my love. I promise you, this will help us and our countries. We aren't going to hurt the boy as long as we stay here. We're just steering Spain into the right direction." Arthur cooed to him softly, not fazed at all from the commotion and ran one gloved hand through the caramel hair of his underling. He pushed himself forward
Spains Prisoner 8Spain rushed towards the smoke he saw. Darkening, the murky smolder illumed through the horizon the tops of the trees made as he ran. Soon enough though he made it to the flames licking tall and crackling loudly, daring him to come closer. He glanced back and forth, running around the cabin that he could barely see through the threatening blazes.Spains Prisoner 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He growled in infuriation, huffing as the heat made the sweat pour from him. "Damn " He muttered, but froze as the faint noise of horrified screams was heard over the laughter of the fire.
"Lovino " Antonio whispered softly, knowing it was him. "Lovino! Lovino! I'm here!" He shouted back, unsure if his was heard over the cries of the flames. "I'm coming, Lovino!"
Again the Spaniard searched desperately for a place the fire did not engulf so he could get into the cabin. Again, he found none. He snarled louder, circling around until he found the door. Quickly he back up before rushing towards the closed opening blanketed by flames. He
Spain's Prisoner 3Romano woke up as his body rocked back and forth as the waves crashed against the ship roughly. His half-awake mind was bothered by a horrible headache and his body ached. Sweat strained his tan skin and he could feel the warmth of a blush on his cheeks still. Where was he ?Spain's Prisoner 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He rolled on his side, only getting a sharp pain from his vital regions coming back up and shooting through his spine. He groaned, still unsure what had happened to cause his body to be so sore and sticky from sweat. It wasn't that hot where ever he was, so he wasn't sure why he was like this.
He sat up, despite the pain, and glanced around, nothing being familiar. This wasn't his room no this was He gasped, the rush of everything that happened crashing into him like the waves outside. "Dammit, Bastard!"
Romano felt small, warm tears well up in his hazel eyes as he kept glancing around for anything that would tell him this wasn't real. He wasn't in Captain Antonio's room and last night he hadn't
APH-Spain's Prisoner1Spain's prisonerAPH-Spain's Prisoner1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Romano gasped as he was pushed onto the hard wooden floor of the Captain's "office" room. He'd been stolen from his home. Him, just a simple sixteen year old Italian boy, was stolen. Stolen and imprisoned here on this pirate boat, after being beating to the point he couldn't move, then thrown harshly on the floorboards at the auburn, leather boots of the Captain. He winced as the tip of one of those boots pushed his chin up, tears and blood staining his tan face.
"This is him?" Romano heard a low voice say though he couldn't see much but the blurry outline of the figures because of the tears still fogging up his hazel eyes.
"Wh-What Wh-Why am I here?" He strained, his throat still clogged from his earlier sobs of pain. But he only felt a pain in his side as one of the crew members kicked his side roughly, telling him only to speak when spoken to.
Romano curled in pain, twitching and crying again like before though he couldn't stop it. He wondered if he was going t
Spain's Prisoner- 21It was cold. No, that wasn't right. He was frozen, he knew, but he couldn't feel it. The only sensation running through his body now was an extraordinary, anesthetized numbing save the faint sting throbbing slowly from his chest. Somehow he could tell he was no longer in the bloody snow though he couldn't force his eye lids to open and his hearing was low.Spain's Prisoner- 21 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"That little Italian got the worst of it, da. I was surprised he actually lived this long." Romano heard the dim sound of the unfamiliar voice with the slow, thick accent from before. "But no matter now, what did you come here for again, Captain Arthur?"
Arthur? England he was awake. That must mean this voice belonged to whoever it was they were on their way to see, didn't it? Or maybe he really was just dead, or dying and hallucinations were over taking his mind. Who knew? Maybe such illusions didn't just happen in the dessert, in the freezing cold too?
I want to move. The Italian thought harshly to himself, but his body
If It Looks Ripe, Eat It - 1Lovino spreads himself across the lumpy old couch, the green cotton worn and faded. The infant stretches his arms and closes his eyes, arching his back like a limber kitten. He quickly exhales and all the tension leaves from cramming his muscles. He presses his warm cheek into the back of his hand, looking at the small television with emotionless eyes. There's nothing ever on but stupid news shows.If It Looks Ripe, Eat It - 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
The infant's eyelids get heavy. He hasn't taken his afternoon nap yet, and he knows it will come and yell at him to go to bed. Lovino's lead-heavy lids slowly envelope over his eyes, and his body melts against the plump sofa, curling up as a cat would in a basket of warm laundry. The big skirt is Lovino's warm clothes - it keeps him warm and covers him from it.
Just when Lovino's mind is about fog over to blackness it shouts something he can't understand. It is talking in Spanish again.
A soft groan slips from Lovino's throat as he leaned off of his hand a
Ninety-Seven, and CountingI hate him I only hang out with him 'cause I have to. Stupid little brother Okay, I was born first! Me! Not that ungrateful little twerp! And sometimes he even thinks that he's the boss of me! Hell no. I'm the boss, I make the rules, I am older. I am Lovino, the eldest, the emotionally-distraught, the strongest He is Feliciano, the youngest, the emotionally-bipolar, the weakest. I deserve so much more than him! So, why am I sitting in my stuffy bedroom, looking through my old crap to pass the time? So, why are my cheeks red with anger and embarrassment? Well. "Funny" story.Ninety-Seven, and Counting in General Fiction More Like This
I try not to look up at Antonio as he sits next to me on our lumpy green piece of crap for a couch. We're watching television. Fun way to spend a Saturday I cross my arms and stare at the TV, absent-minded and bored. Tonio seems into the news cast, but I couldn't care less. Who gives a crap about other people in the world? Not me, that's who. I only care about myself, and that's how it shou
OdontophobiaHe had his fingers wrapped around the bottom of my shirt so tightly his knuckles were going pale. I glanced at him, a twinge of nervousness and paranoia in my eyes. I knew he didn't like the dentist, but he had to go. The fear on his face was obvious But he'd never admit to something as "silly" as being scared of going to the dentist.Odontophobia in General Fiction More Like This
"Lovi, you're holding onto me very tightly " I murmured, trying to keep my voice calm and smooth. I hoped it would sooth his nerves a bit. "Is everything okay?"
"Like hell I'm okay!" Lovino shouted, his anger finally boiling over. He stopped in his tracks and finally unclasped his hand from the hem of my shirt, fisting both of his hands at his sides. "You idiot!" His voice was shaky, as if he was about to burst into tears. I looked at him with a weary expression. "I don't even like brushing my teeth! Those bastards have to fill two damn cavities, Antonio! Two!"
"I know, Lovi, I know " I breathed, stepping forward and gently wrapping
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
The Happy-Spirited Flower ManI kept my eyes on my dusty-brown shoes. I didn't want to look up. If you make eye-contact with anyone in these parts of town, you'll get shot. And I didn't feel like getting shot. So I kept my eyes on my dusty-brown shoes.The Happy-Spirited Flower Man in General Fiction More Like This
I slowly pulled the fur-trimmed hood over my hair and shoved my hands into the pockets of my huge, puffy jacket. Damn cold Why don't you go terrorize some other place - anywhere but here?
Sometimes I wonder why certain things happen to me. Like the weather. Out of the whole world, the annoying iciness chose to haunt my town. It could have chose Paris or London or New York City. But no it chose my town. Some of the things that mysteriously happen to me are good. Like sometimes I find a Euro on the sidewalk. And then some of the things that mysteriously happen to me are bad. Like what I was about to experience.
I sniffled and closed my eyes momentarily, rubbing them with my knuckles. Stupid cold I feel like I'm getting sick My mind i
At SunsetLovino lay sprawled on the lumpy old green couch, his legs dangling over the arm. He let out a soft sigh through his nose, wishing he had something better to do than watch the kid shows on the television. Nothing better than Dora the Explorer was on. He thought he could learn a little Spanish while he was at it, as well.At Sunset in General Fiction More Like This
The sound of jiggling car and house keys rang from behind the front door. Lovino quickly sat up, stared at the door for a moment, and then picked up the clicker to change the channel on the television. He stammered to get the TV to a news channel before Antonio walked through the door. He had two armfuls of shopping bags and a big grin.
"Hola, mi tomate!" Antonio smiled brightly. Lovino gave him less than a wave before laying back down and staring at the TV. "I have a surprise for you!"
Lovino glanced up at him. "Eh?"
Antonio disappeared into the kitchen. Lovino could hear his voice echoing through the house. "I have a very fun surprise planned! I figured
Canada's BirthdayMatthew slammed his telephone onto the receiver. He clamped his fingers into fists and stared at the ground in anger as his breath quickened.Canada's Birthday in General Fiction More Like This
"My own brother didn't even remember!" he growled. "I can't believe this! I depend on one person to remember my birthday, and he draws a blank when I call him. This happens every year! Everyone loves and celebrates his birthday, but no one even knows when mine is!"
Matthew let out another loud grunt and stomped toward the front door. "If no one wants me, I'll just leave!"
He snatched his jacket off the arm of the couch and threw open the door. Just as he stepped forward to barrel out of the house, a rather familiar man standing at the door prevented him. Matthew gasped and looked up at him in shock, frustrated tears in the corners of his eyes. Gilbert looked down at him, slightly surprised he had been in such a hurry to get out of the house. What had shocked Matthew the most was what Gilbert had been holding in his hands.
Gilbert slowly ha
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
July 1The only thing I knew about my situation was that, one; I was blindfolded and couldn't see anything to save my life. Two; Gilbert had some sort of surprise for my birthday. Three; I was getting restless.July 1 in General Fiction More Like This
I sighed as he dragged me along to who-knows-where. My legs locked up occasionally for fear he was taking me some place dangerous. Every time I did so and complained that I didn't like being blind, Gilbert just tightened his grip on my wrist and told me everything was okay. I just exhaled shakily - almost doubtingly - as he pulled me along.
After a moment had past of silent breathing and walking, Gilbert had stopped, making me stop as well. I felt his hands lay on my shoulders. I opened my mouth to ask him what was going on, but he silenced me with a finger to my lips. I sighed through my nose and nodded once. Gilbert put pressure on my shoulders, signaling me to sit. Hoping there was a chair under me, I did as instructed, and sat. I made myself comfortable (barely) in the hard wooden
The SurpriseKiku slipped his finger through the loop of his tightly-folded tie, pulling on it absentmindedly as he stared around the sharp corner of the wall, at a certain oblivious blond. Kiku watched with curious eyes as he conversed with his ally, talking about things Kiku couldn't make out. As the blonde waved his hand and said a farewell, he turned around to stride toward the turn of the wall, making Kiku gasp and shoot down the hall.The Surprise in Fan Fiction More Like This
Arthur blinked a couple of times as he stared at Kiku, the dark-haired one looking down at his feet and refusing to avert his eyes. Arthur tapped Kiku's shoulder, but even so, he wouldn't look up.
"What did you need help with, Kiku?" Arthur asked quizzically, still a little confused. "Everything okay?"
Kiku's eyes suddenly shot up to Arthur's, but just as quickly, they fell to the ground.
"Y-yes, I need help with something " Kiku replied quietly.
"I know that," Arthur sighed. "What is it that you need help with?"
Kiku looked to the side, trying to find th
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
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
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: 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
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
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
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
SuFin: Ice-creamTino smiled to himself as he squirmed further into the comfort of the couch, his feet up and a cool silk blanket cuddled up against his chest and over his knees. It was noon and he was awarded for his thus far hard work with a bit of piece and quiet. His favourite cartoon was playing on the TV, Hanatamago was sleeping, and his two favourite men in the whole wide world had gone out for ice-cream.SuFin: Ice-cream in Fan Fiction More Like This
He was surprised when he heard the front door be pushed open, followed by the heavy, lugging steps that could only be his partner. Maybe they had forgotten something, because they hadn't left all that long ago. Berwald stepped into the living room and Tino sat up to greet him.
"Back so soon?" he smiled, but Berwald didn't have the expression that suggested he had forgotten something or he had come back for a camera or another kiss. He simply nodded and sat down on the couch beside Tino's feet.
"Oh. Where's Peter?"
"Saw Raivis. Let Peter go play w' him."
"Aww," Tino chuckled lightly, picturing t
NorIce: Soft LipsI have my brother all to myself tonight. He hasn't been captured by that stupid Denmark for a night out, for once. My brother is known to many as Norway; he lets very little people call him anything else, but to me, he is Sigurd. To him, I am Bjorn, and I wouldn't have it any other way.NorIce: Soft Lips in Fan Fiction More Like This
I can't remember for how long I have loved him. It was long before I knew we were brothers. I feel at home with him. Even now, when he takes my hand and speaks to me soothingly, I know that my heart belongs to him.
"You're too important to me," he once said, "Now that we are brothers, I want you to live with me. To make up for lost time."
I shared a bed with him many a time; we took our time in arranging a moving van to bring my bed to my new bedroom in Norway. We're too comfortable in each other's warmth to let it go to waste. I am his brother, but he is my everything.
I never miss a chance to tell him that I love him. He mistakes the meaning behind it and says it back in a different way, but that's ok
SuFin: Sweet NothingsBerwald sighed, leaning further back in his chair and grabbing another large book from his desk. Thrown carelessly before him were the useless dictionaries and thesauruses he had previously been searching through; in English, Swedish, Finnish. He opened up the last of them; a thick, weighty Finnish thesaurus.SuFin: Sweet Nothings in Fan Fiction More Like This
Speedily, he skimmed to R. R for rakkaus. But of course, he came up empty handed. No other words to describe love, and yet he felt that "love" simply didn't do his feelings justice. What he had for Tino was more than just love.
But Berwald was never good with words and was lost in ways to explain it.
Back to K. K for kaunis. Tino was beautiful, but more than that. Berwald couldn't put his finger on it. Neither could any of the synonyms given. Berwald wasn't a fluent Finnish speaker, but he knew enough to get by, and he knew that none of these words could quite describe how Tino looked and how he carried himself.
Then, to I. I for ihana. For the things that Tino did. For everything
Spamano: Men and BoysThey say that having a child makes men of boys.Spamano: Men and Boys in General Fiction More Like This
It's actually the other way around. When a man has a child, it brings out the boy in him that hasn't been there for a long time.
I see it in Antonio. Usually he's so composed, but around her, he's completely the opposite. Instead he makes mistakes to make her laugh, and says ridiculous things to make her smile. There's a playfulness in him that I never saw before she was born. Around her, he sort of glows. Not that he didn't before. It's just that now, it's so much more obvious and permanent.
So when I happen to see them in the kitchen, and catch Antonio dropping something just so that she'll giggle and chastise him, I can't help but smile a little. He's got a handful of cherry tomatoes that he can't seem to carry properly, and they keep slipping from his fingers into her lap. Then his eyes widen at his mistake, and he apologizes as if he's just committed murder, and she pats him on the head and tells him it's okay. And he let's out
Spamano: Valentine's DayWarning: really really strong language (this is Romano guys) and sexual referencesSpamano: Valentine's Day in General Fiction More Like This
I hate Valentine's Day.
It's just a god-awful holiday that happy people invented to make everybody else feel bad about themselves. It's just a day where all the lonely people get pounded down their throats that nobody in the world wants them. But don't think you're safe when you've actually got someone - now there's a whole crapload of expectations put on the both of you to make the day "romantic" and "special" and "perfect."
Which it won't be.
Cause it's a fucking crappy holiday.
And just when I finally had someone who might make me feel a little less miserable, stupid Antonio's idiot boss decided to send him on a fucking business trip. On fucking Valentine's Day. Right after his birthday too, so we hardly had any time to celebrate.
Not that we didn't stay up all night anyways.
The only plans I had that day were with my brother. Or should I say the disgusting, writhing mass that would be my b
GerIta: Try AgainHoly Rome wasn't coming back.GerIta: Try Again in Romance More Like This
I coughed back a gasp at the sudden thought. But it it was true, wasn't it? He'd been gone for so long. Hundreds and hundreds of years, I'd waited for him to come back to me. If he was still out there somewhere, it wouldn't have taken him that long to find me. Right?
I had to move on.
The idea terrified me. My entire life I'd spent just yearning for him; that was how I lived. Eat breakfast. Holy Rome. Go to work. Holy Rome. Crawl into bed alone, every single night Holy Rome. I didn't know how to live any other way. Was it even possible? I struggled to remember a time when he hadn't grazed my every thought.
God. Holy Rome not coming home? The thought had never even occurred to me. I looked back now on all that time I'd wasted on that beautiful boy. I'd closed myself off, hadn't I? I saw that now. I must have hurt so many people. My brother came to mind He deserved someone better than I had been, didn't he?
I deserved better, too. I couldn't l
Spamano: MorningsThe early light shone through the blinds into a spacious master bedroom, making stripes of gold across a snow-colored mattress. The clock dimly read 10:21 am, but in the bright light, the digital numbers were faded, unimportant. The room had a lazy feel to it, as if the flood of buttery sunshine was actually tangible, hindering movement.Spamano: Mornings in Romance More Like This
The bed held two dozing bodies. The larger one, a tanned, finely muscled Spanish man, lay curled loosely on his side, hands around the smaller man's waist. The latter had chestnut hair, and a single stray curl that rose and fell as he breathed. Every once in a while, he would roll irritably in his sleep and press himself closer into the Spaniard.
Antonio yawned, opening his eyes to the morning. He dimly thought that he must have overslept a little, but he hadn't much to do anyways. And he was so comfortable
He looked down at the man in his arms and smiled. Lovino smelled like everything he loved: the tomatoes he ate constantly, the gr
PruAus: The Timpani RollRoderich was in his happy place.PruAus: The Timpani Roll in General Fiction More Like This
For him, there was truly no better place than standing on the podium and guiding that little baton with his fingertips. There was no better feeling than knowing that some fifty people were before him, adhering to his every command and executing them with perfection. Nothing made him feel more magical than the sound of an entire orchestra, perfectly together, perfectly in tune, perfectly following his rhythm. It made him absolutely euphoric.
The only thing that would make it better would be to have an audience. But in a week he'd have one; for now he settled for rehearsal.
His orchestra was just reaching the climax of their piece. So far it'd gone flawlessly; the part that the celli normally played out of tune had actually flowed perfectly, and the brass section was at just the right volume. It was a hard song that he'd been working with them on for weeks. Roderich was very pleased.
They'd reached the most exciting point, where the instruments got
Spamano: Park"It's beautiful out, isn't it?"Spamano: Park in General Fiction More Like This
Lovino had to agree. The September air had begun to transform the nearby oaks into various shades of gold and auburn, and soft breeze was tugging them back and forth, causing them to every so often emit little patches of vermillion into the autumn sky. The day was made even more beautiful by the grinning, green-eyed Spaniard sitting beside him on the park bench. Antonio had an arm resting around his shoulder, and Lovino permitted himself to rest his head ever so slightly against Antonio's. But only because he knew Antonio would be sad if he didn't. It wasn't like he enjoyed it.
"It isn't going to be for long. Winter's coming fast this year," Lovino said, looking up into the sky. Clouds were gradually collecting on the horizon.
"It is a bit chilly out " Antonio agreed. Both of them were wearing coats of medium thickness to fend off the cool gusts of wind.
Lovino scowled. He hated the cold.
As if reading his mind, Antonio leaned over and pulled
New Year's Hetalia Style"Okay Italy You go first."New Year's Hetalia Style in General Fiction More Like This
Italy and Germany sat across from each other at Germany's small kitchen table. For the first time in a long time, Germany had company on New Year's eve. Secretly, there was no one he'd rather be spending the holiday with. He was equally glad that Japan had been busy, so that there was no one else there to divert the Italian's attention.
Between them on the table was a glass of ice cold water and a bowl of molten metal. According to German tradition, you were to pour one drop of the metal into the water, and whatever shape it became was a prediction of your future. Germany hadn't done it since he was a very small child, but he wanted to do something to occupy Italy.
Italy took the bowl in gloved hands and poured a drop from it into the water. They both watched intently as the grey liquid morphed around.
"It's a boat, I think," Italy said, fascinated.
"Gut, zhat means you'll travel," Germany said, although he couldn't make out a boat in the blob Italy was
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.
Frozen Pt.1Pairing: RusCan x <3Frozen Pt.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Canada: (Matthew Williams)
Russia: (Ivan Braginski)
WARNING: Though the first chapter dose not contain yaoi there may be a chapter or 10 that do! do not read on if you don't like it!
Matthew sat down at the giant oval shaped table and opened his notebooks preparing for the world meeting that was to take place.
He looked up at the clock it was 12:00pm he was an hour early as usual then he would stay and hour after to clean up he didn't like leaving all the work to the maids.
They had to go through enough with their demanding bosses and wearing skimpy uncomfortable outfits.
He looked down admiring his handy work, pencils and pens aligned and spaced evenly with the various notebooks sitting on top one another.
Even though he knew he would end up doodling something about hockey or maple syrup when he became bored of the useless bickering that would lead to no where.
"Who?" Kumajiro chimed in. Matthew looked down at his pet polar bear who was pati
Frozen Pt.2Pairing: RusCanFrozen Pt.2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Canada (Matthew Williams)
Russia (Ivan Braginski)
Warning: Has slight Yaoi if you don't like it, don't read it
Matthew's heart stopped as he sat frozen in his seat in the horrifying silence. He had thought he had died, until he heard the racing sound of his heart start up again. His forehead began to dampen with sweat and his hands became slicked with it.
"Hello Matvey." The Russian said sweetly, turning his head to Matthew.
Matthew's mouth became dry as he tried to choke out the words trying to form in it. "H-Hello R-Russia, I h-have a-asked you b-before to call me C-Canada..... and i-it's M-Matthew."
HE COULD SEE ME THE WHOLE TIME!?!? Matthew trembled in his chair, he hadn't talked to the Russian much there, only really planned encounters on the ice where Matthew would dominate over anyone, as if when he got on the ice to play his favourite past time he because a different
.:Love Bite:. Chapter 3.:Love Bite:. Chapter 3 in Drama More Like This
"I thought we had a deal," Alfred said with a voice dripping with irritation.
The small beam of light which fell down through the small opening between the black curtains stroke half of Arthur's face gently. Arthur's hair seemed to be made of the most beautiful gold shining in the light of the morning sun. Alfred felt the urge to go with his fingers through the thin golden threads, but nervously played with his silver army necklace instead. Arthur's green eyes looked down on Alfred thoughtfully.
"Are you already thinking of breaking it? Do you already regret making such a reckless promise?" Arthur spat out as if the words disgusted him.
Alfred tightened the grip on his necklace to stop himself from bursting out. The last thing he needed this moment was a fight with a vampire. The pain of the sharp edges of the necklace cutting into Alfred's skin was not enough to make his hand bleed, but enough to let him realize he was still as mortal as ever.
.:WFAF:. Prologue.:WFAF:. Prologue in Fan Fiction More Like This
.:When fallen Angels fly:.
"Do you believe in Angels?" he asked while staring out of the window.
I paused the shooting game, took my earphones out and looked up from the screen.
"I'm sorry, what did you say again?" I asked.
His green eyes slowly turned to me, kept staring in mine for a while and looked then out of the window again.
"Nothing," he said.
"Don't lie! What did you ask?" I hissed.
"It's not like I don't know the answer anyway. Forget about it" Arthur said while rolling his eyes.
"You're so mean. Making me pause my game and everything for nothing," I mumbled.
On the moment I wanted to start the game again he grabbed my shoulder.
"I will ask you again if you will answer it seriously. Only then," he said with a dead serious look in his eyes.
A bit surprised of Arthur being so serious so sudden, I could only nod. He took that for an answer.
"I asked if you believe in Angels," he said, still with the same expression on his face.
To SomewhereTo Somewhere in Drama More Like This
'Tap tap tap' the sound of my footsteps goes. High, steel, semicircular walls hold on to the sound and then let it go again, making it echo through the hallway of the subway. Slowly the bright lights of the tram are coming in sight. No good, I should hurry. I start running faster, giving the walls more sound to echo. My heart is racing, allowing me to take the sprint. I push the button and the doors of the tram open. Relieved, I step inside. I'm incredibly tired now, but at least I caught the tram. I give myself some time to catch my breath before I have a look through the tram. I'm surprised by seeing how few people there are. In the back is sitting an old gray man. His eyes are closed and you hear him snore softly every time he breaths out. Then, a bit more in the middle, you have those two girls who are obviously good friends. They are whispering their stories to each other, giggling now and then. And last but not least, you have this boy sitting only two steps away from me. Well, b
.:WFAF:. Chapter 1.:WFAF:. Chapter 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
.:When fallen Angels fly:.
I never told you.
The gravel under my feet crisps a bit by every step I take. I'm not the only one on the gravel path. A young looking girl is crying out loud when I quickly pass her by. Normally I would have stopped to comfort her... but times have changed. Fortunately an older lady comes at her and tries to comfort her. Unfortunately the girl starts crying out even louder because of something the older lady said. I try to ignore them both even though it's hard to act like you don't see nor hear them in this situation. I feel a bit bad for ignoring them, but I don't feel like helping them out either. So I just keep on walking on the gravel path.
I remember when I got the call, and how I dropped my iPhone on the floor after hearing the big news. On that day and the day after that I could only cry. But I won't be crying now, I have no tears left.
And here he is. I stop walking and look down on the grave. I
Bitter Sweet LipsBitter Sweet Lips in Drama More Like This
There I stood. Speaking with the voice of my people, showing the world what we are standing for. The suit I was wearing wasn't my taste, but I had to show them I was serious, that I'm still the strongest in this world. There were many countries at the world meeting. Not all countries were present, but of course all the "important" countries were. I tried to impressed them, to make them listen to the voice of my people, and from the serious looks of their faces I could conclude I was succeeding. And even though every small nod, every sign of interest was important to me, the only thing what really matter to me was the man sitting closeted to me. England had his poker face on, which disappointed me a bit. I had no idea if he was liking my ideas or not, so I even tried harder.
I remember the first important meeting during which I was allowed to speak. The days before that meeting I had studied really hard, I didn't want to forget something which I had to say. But when I stood there and it
Eye ContactEye Contact in Romance More Like This
I'm lost I'm lost in his blue eyes. They are holding me in their grip while his face is slowly coming closer. Feeling hypnotized, I can only let it happen. Let his soft lips come closer. I know that they are coming for me.
How did this happen? Why do I let it get this far? There is no use in asking myself these questions, because from the very first beginning, I got lost in his eyes.
Step by step I walked through the classroom. There were so many new faces, so many new names to remember. My new classmates were looking at me curiously, judging me on my looks and attitude. It seemed to take an eternity to walk towards my chair, but when I finally arrived I quickly sat down.
"Okay class. Now that we all know who our new classmate Arthur is, we are going back to work!" my new mentor and history teacher said.
My class reacted by complaining and sighing but got their books out of their bags anyway. Of course I also took my book out and opened it at the right page. My teacher sta
.:WFAF:. Chapter 57.:WFAF:. Chapter 57 in Drama More Like This
.:When fallen Angels fly:.
Matthew looks worse than I had ever imagined. Transparent thin wires are curled around his arms, the ends deeply injected into his skin. I can't help but think those wires are like little snakes, injecting their poison deep into the skin of their prey, even though I know that's not true.
My eyes are drawn to the painful looking wire just above Matthew's upper lip. The unusual white, semi-translucent colour of the wire contrasts with Matthew's soft pink lips. My eyes wander elsewhere and land on the long, almost golden eyelashes of Matthew's closed eyes. I smile thinly as I realize many girls would kill for eyelashes like those.
The regular, high beeping of the electrocardiogram standing nearby the hospital bed is the only sound that breaks the silence inside the dazzling white room. That is until I suddenly hear a familiar voice say my name.
"Hello Alfred. Nice seeing you again."
I turn my head over my shoulder and see how Emma makes
.:WFAF:. Chapter 20.:WFAF:. Chapter 20 in Fan Fiction More Like This
.:When fallen Angels fly:.
His beautiful eyes are looking at me. They are looking at me full of disbelief.
"You mean those dreams are my memories?" he asks.
I nod slowly. He lays his hand over his mouth to hold his sobs in. I should feel sad about seeing how his beautiful eyes have to make tears again, but this time I don't feel that way at all. This aren't tears of sadness, fear or hate. These are tears of happiness.
"I'm so happy. So happy to remember," Arthur says while sobbing.
I take a tissue and give it to Arthur.
"Thank you," he says while taking it.
He dries his tears and smiles at me. By seeing his smile my heart starts beating twice as fast. I can't hold in the urge to take him in my arms and push his against my chest. Arthur seems shocked about my sudden reaction, but hugs me back. I hold him as if he will vanish for ever if I let him go. To my surprise Arthur holds me the same way. I can feel how he is breathing. His soft
.:WFAF:. Chapter 2.:WFAF:. Chapter 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
.:When fallen Angels fly:.
"Librairie de l'amour, eh?"
For a bookstore, it seems to be well I don't know. Not that bad actually. I wanted to go straight to the game shop, but for some reason this bookstore caught my eye. I wasn't planning on going inside but before I realized, I already was inside. It's not a really big one, but it's also not small. I look at all the books, magazines and I even spot some mangas in the back of the shop. But that isn't everything, there are also comfortable looking chairs and couches where you could sit down and start reading. Really, this bookstore has style.
Suddenly someone grabs my shoulder. I quickly turn around and look right at the face of a man with long blond hair and blue eyes.
"Can I 'elp you?" he asks.
"Um excuse me?" I say a bit confused.
The man smiles at me.
"I'm ze owner of zis shop. Are you looking for zome books?"
Oh, the man is French. How stupid I didn't notice that earlier. The name of th
.:WFAF:. Chapter 25.:WFAF:. Chapter 25 in Fan Fiction More Like This
.:When fallen Angels fly:.
I'm laying on the couch, flipping the card Ludwig gave me in my hand. Arthur is sitting in front of the couch on the ground. I asked him if he wants to sit next to me but he said he didn't mind. He is flipping through one of my Photo Albums again. Every time he sees a photo and remembers it, because he dreamed of it, he gets up and shows it to me. I'm happy he's remembered so much now. I'm hoping that one day he will remember everything. When he went through all the Photo Albums he stands up and puts them all back in the bookcase. After that he comes back and looks down at me. He stares at the card flipping in my hand and smiles.
"If that's all you do every day, it's no wonder you don't have a job yet," he says.
I smile back at him. If he starts teasing me, than why not teasing him back?
"You also haven't found a job yet," I say.
"Well I'm an Angel. Angels don't need a job," he defends himself.
"I thought finding a sou