Hallucinations: USUK OneshotArthur woke up gasping for breath, swimming in his bedsheets and a pool of his own sweat.
It took him a moment to ensure that he wasn't still trapped in his mind.
The hallucinations were always so real. They were vivid and pertained to all of Arthur's five senses. The flames that licked away at the layers of his skin, the sharp fingernails that raked across his body, drawing blood; the white-hot knives sinking their razor-sharp teeth into his arms, intent on lacerating him, and the short stretch of rough rope, handled by unseen hands, pressed against his windpipe, slowly causing him to turn blue with asphyxiation...
Arthur shuddered again, trying to suppress the memory, but the more he tried to forget, the more those thoughts stubbornly surfaced to his mind. He lifted a trembling hand towards his throat, and was shocked to feel the ragged imprint of the rope, where it had dug into his skin.
He squeezed his eyes shut, gulped, and forced his hand away from his throat. It was alway
A USUK HolidayA USUK Holiday in Settings More Like This
It was a really cold day in December, the 24th to be exact, as Alfred F. Jones looked out at the snow that was forming on the ground. He kept thinking of one person that he really wanted to see this Holiday but what with the snow and how deep it was getting, he was afraid that the man wasn't going to be able to see him. He sighed and turned away from the window so that he can look at the fire that he had started a while ago, he put his hot chocolate down to add more wood for the fire.
After adding another piece of wood he turned to look at his tree that he and his lover put up together. He looked at a particular ornament that had a picture of him and his lover Arthur Kirkland in it. In the picture Alfred was holding Arthur in a big bear-hug with a huge grin on his face, and Arthur laughing slightly more than likely about the attitude of the American at the time.
Alfred smiled at the memory of taking the picture with the Brit. He walked back to his drink and picked it up just to stand a
USUK easter huntArthur Kirkland woke up at around is usual time on that of Easter morning, he didn't open his eyes as he stretched to the other side of the bed to hold his boyfriend Alfred Jones for a bit before he woke up fully. Alfred and himself had been dating for a few years now and though Alfred had agreed to move in with him, Alfred hadn't proposed yet, and that (in all honesty) worried him a bit.USUK easter hunt in Settings More Like This
But when he felt the spot for his lover, it was empty.
Arthur opened his eyes to see that Alfred wasn't there, instead in his place he saw a small colored egg on the pillow of his missing lover. He made a curious look as he grabbed the egg, when he picked it up it felt lighter than others, he looked at the egg more and saw small words that said, 'break me.'
Arthur raised a brow and did as the words said, he broke the egg as careful as he could so that no shells could be found later on in the bed. When he got the egg open there was a small note inside, he took the note out and saw that it said.
A USUK ValentineValentines Day, tch just the thought of it made him sick. 'It's a stupid holiday' thought Arthur Kirkland, he didn't even know why it was celebrated. It was only meant for couples, and what about the people who didn't have anyone huh? They don't get anything barely even a hello when walking down the street because everyone is too busy with there lovey dovey couple crap.A USUK Valentine in Settings More Like This
Arthur hated this stupid holiday for more than one reason, one: it was stupid in general to have a holiday all about love. Two: he never got anything anyway, and some people don't, so why torture them by pointing out the fact that they didn't have anyone? And Three: ..the only valentines he ever got was from Francis....and not a card oh no it could never be a simple card from the moronic French country...it was always something more....that he never EVER wanted.
Arthur sighed as he walked to the hall where the world meeting was being held today. Today of all days and of course it was being held in Franc
An Unforgetable Promise(2 months ago...)An Unforgetable Promise in Profiles More Like This
Arthur Kirkland and Alfred f. Jones sat on the swing on the front porch just sitting and watching the sunset. Alfred was to go off to war the next day, and Arthur was anything but happy about him going. They had been dating for quite a while now and with how bad Arthur knew the war was right now, he didn't want Alfred to go He wanted him to stay with him and keep him warm in his arms.
They sat there holding each other tightly till Alfred spoke up: "Hey Artie, I need to ask you something." Arthur looked up at his boyfriend curiously and said, "What is it love?"
Alfred smiled down at him before getting off the swing and bringing Arthur to stand up with him. Arthur kept looking at him curiously, "Artie, babe, we've been together for while now, and I know that I'll be leaving tomorrow..." Arthur grimaced at the reminder, not that he wasn't thinking about it whole time anyway but still.
"And I just wanted to do this before I left..." Arthur started to get a l
USUK New Years SurpriseIt was late night on New Years Eve, and being said date, Alfred F. Jones had decided to host a big party for all the countries to enjoy what he had to offer them for the new year.USUK New Years Surprise in Settings More Like This
"AAAAAAAALLRIIIIIGHT EVERYONE!! IT'S PARTY TIME!!!" Alfred's loud voice boomed over the microphone. Everyone in the large hall screamed and yelled for their excitement for the New Year.
Alfred had a big smile gracing his face after seeing everyone's excitement, and even more so seeing a certain grumpy country was even enjoying himself. Alfreds smile grew even wider, when he saw Arthur standing in the crowd and smiling.
When Arthur made eye-contact with Alfred, his smile never failing, waved wildly at him. Arthur just shook his head with a chuckle and waved back at the excitable American.
"So, gentlemen and few ladies," the crowed chuckled at that, "I shall leave you all with the band that has come to entertain us all with their amazing music!" Everyone cheered happily again as Alfred got off the stage to let
USUK for Ten Songs, Ten Stories MemeUSUK for Ten Songs, Ten Stories Meme in Settings More Like This
1. Put your music player (iPod, MP3, Windows Media Player, etc.) on "shuffle"
2. While the first song plays, write what comes to mind. When the song ends, STOP (You can finish the sentence you're on)
3. Repeat with the next song, until you've written ten stories or story fragments for ten songs
LET'S START!!! X)
1. Fall Out Boy - Sugar, We're Goin Down
"Alfred, quit trying to cheat!!"
"How am I the one cheating? You keep hitting me with those stupid notes that make me mess up!"
Alfred and Arthur were sitting in front of a library playing tap tap 3 on Alfred's iphone. Alfred ended up winning, while Arthur pouted saying, "Told you you cheated..."
Alfred just smiled at his boyfriend and leaned over and pecked hm on the cheek which earned a blush from the Brit. "Git..." Arthur mumbled.
They were both in high school and had just finished a project that they were working on together. And figured that now they co
A winter night in New YorkA winter night in New York in Settings More Like This
It was a cold cold night in New York as Alfred F. Jones was standing near the window watching the weather from a not so much warmer house. Alfred was looking so intently out the window that he failed to notice the footsteps coming over to him. "Alfred?" He heard behind him. He turned and noticed his British lover Arthur Kirkland standing a couple feet away from him with a tired and slightly worried expression.
"Oh hey Artie, I didn't know you were still up." He said to Arthur, who had what looked like papers and a book in his arms, "Well yes" Arthur replied, "I haven't really been asleep just yet. I was finishing up a project that my boss assigned me to finish for tomorrow." Arthur finished explaining and ended with a yawn.
Alfred chuckled a little and walked over to the Brit, "Well, are you finished now?" Arthur looked up at the American now standing in front of him and said, "Yes I am actually, why?" Alfred smiled and took what was in the Brits arms and put them
Unwanted Help to the Sick pt. 1Unwanted Help to the Sick pt. 1 in Settings More Like This
Arthur laid in his bed taking heavy breathes.
'This is bad...' he thought to himself.
He sat up in his bed and put his head in his hands and just keeps breathing.
'I don't want to go to this meeting today...' he thought.
He got up slowly from his bed and headed to his bathroom, he splashed some cold water in his face and stared at himself in the mirror for moment then started to get undressed to take a shower.
He stepped into the water and let the warmth of it surround him.
'All I have to do is get through this day with no problems...hopefully...'
It was a day of a world meeting and it was being held in America, Arthur wasn't really looking forward to going to the meeting and especially not looking forward to seeing that annoying American that he knew would start yammering about other things than the meeting, like the one day that Arthur hated the most that he knew was getting closer and closer, 'Greeeeeat...' he thought to himself while he got on
The dating auctionAlfred had been waiting for this day basically the whole school year, the schools annual banquet and date auction. This was his junior year and he was prepared, he had saved up all the money he could, he got a paper route and even did twice the chores around the house so that he could get as much as possible.The dating auction in Settings More Like This
He had saved a little more than a thousand dollars...what? These people get serious when they want to date someone on that stage!! And this year he wasn't going to let it go. There was a certain person on that stage that he wanted to date so badly he got butterflies every time he thought about him, Arthur Kirkland.
Arthur was loved by so many people in this damn school that he was afraid of losing him to someone...again. He was in the auction every year due to how many people wanted to go out with him...without having to actually ask. Last year it was that stupid french guy Francis and the year before that it was that Antonio guy. But there was no way he was going to lose to ANYON
The Dark Surfer IntroThe Dark Surfer Intro in Settings More Like This
Beautiful sunny Florida is a place where the rich and famous tend to go to relax from their fabulous lives. But it's also a wonderful place to live, if you love to surf. Alfred F. Jones was a nineteen year old boy who loved to surf just as much as he loved to learn about space.
His father was an astronaut, so whenever he was home he told Alfred many stories and taught him many things about space. Alfred wanted to be an astronaut as well for years, but when he realized that what he loved doing resided at the ocean, he forewent that dream.
But it wasn't like Alfred lost complete interest in space, he still loved to learn about the planets and the stars and other things like that, but he just loved surfing more, and many other sport related things. He loved to surf, skateboard, bike, skate, and others of that sort.
He loved doing those other sports when the waves didn't look big enough to bring out some cool tricks, so he would go on his board and go to the skate park to meet up with some
[USUK] The NightmareFighting and chaos, blood and battle, tears and pain and ripped away from love. Rain streaking down from the sky and expanding the watery blood all over their faces; storming from the battlefield with the cracking of bullets behind them and the smell of blood clogging the smell of fear. Hearts pounding and mind racing, red-blooded rebels on their tail the fighting spirit of the minutemen.[USUK] The Nightmare in Scraps More Like This
Tears streaked the face of the oldest soldier, the heart of the nation among the ranks. Hot and wet and salty and diverting the thin film of blood across his face, it blurred his vision worse than the rain. The betrayal hurt like a metal brand pressed to skin but the consequences stabbed harder. The smiling face of the child turned hard and hateful; the high-pitched laugh now a deep shout; the carefree blue eyes now dedicated sapphires. Stabbed through the heart. Of course he regretted it, the emerald-eyed man, and of course he agreed with his leaders. But at some point came a time when givi
USUK Fanfic - Tea and HamletEngland sat silently on his porch, reading a novel. A cup of tea was slowly getting cold next to him and despite the suspense of his novel, he was bored. The chirping of birds distracted him from the words. He sighed, took a sip of the lukewarm, bitter tea and sat back, wishing something interesting would happen.USUK Fanfic - Tea and Hamlet in Scraps More Like This
"HEY IGGY!" England snapped out of his funk as he heard America shout at him. He rolled his eyes. Of course, not a moment of peace for the UK.
America ran up to the porch. "Wassup, England? I got bored so I came over."
England frowned. He didn't exactly want America here. He's had another Revolution nightmare and couldn't America cerulean eyes without bringing up tears of the past. All the same, America wasn't going to go away.
"Nothing, America," England replied curtly.
America plopped down next to England on the brick porch. The teacup rattled with the sound of ceramic on stone so America pushed it out of the way. "What're you reading?"
"Hamlet. William Shakespeare."
APH-USUK: The Spade's HeartThe rush of battle in his veins; the adrenaline pulsing from his heart to fingertips as his sword swung, cutting down those who came in his way. He never paused, never stopped to wipe his sweaty and blood-stained locks out of his face - instead plunged again in the fray. His opponents cowered in front of him but still made a fighting attempt. They tried with broadswords, javelins, daggers and axes but nothing would cut the fighting force down. The blue armor on the man was a beacon of bravery on the battlefield, and no one dared truly challenge him.APH-USUK: The Spade's Heart in Drama More Like This
The man was the King of Spades Alfred. The suits were at war, and the barely restrained anger had snapped and was now a full-on battle. The Spades and their king Alfred, queen Arthur and jack Yao were leading their sapphire-clad army into a full-blown battle with the Hearts, Diamonds and Clubs.
The Spades were known for valiance and for bravery, for sacrifice in the name of common good. This was not the first battle Alfred
-APH- What Is Love When All Is Lost?The ground was red. Redder than the depths of Hell, redder than the eyes of a werecat, and redder than the fires that burnt away the last remains of hopes and dreams. The blood on the dirt trickled slowly downhill, staining the land forevermore. This land had once been peaceful, fields scored with the history of the wind...but now the destruction had happened, ruining that past. Silver glinted among the ruin of human life; tarnished guns and shattered swords tossed across the flat land like glittering confetti tossed down on a parade, a horrible and twisted type of celebration by the gods of death, the revelry of battle to the immortal audience.-APH- What Is Love When All Is Lost? in General Fiction More Like This
Among so much chaos, so much grotesque pain and gruesome sights, there was one landmark. In the very center of the battlefield was two men, two men so close that if one where to see their souls, they would see two people so closely intertwined that one could not be distinguished from the other.
The first man was more out of place than a rainfal
USUK Fanfic-APH Fanfic-USUK Fanfic in Scraps More Like This
Age rating: PG13
Warning: OOC, Avis cheesiness, poor writing and angst
Summary: Alfred loves Arthur, Elizaveta convinces him to admit feelings. Arthur rejects him at first - ANGSTY - then they get together 'cause I love FLUFF.
Alfred always thought there was something calming about the rain. The way it pattered on the tin roof of a shack in the west, the water's surface at the beach and the awnings of a cafe in the city. At that particular time, he was sitting in a cafe with tomato-red awnings and silvery chairs smack in the middle of NYC.
Alfred sighed. The water poured down over his head but the coffee in front of him was warm and smelled like chocolate. It was rare that he had a day alone like this; away from the stress of being a patriot, of working, of worrying. Alfred hadn't had these type of days for such a long time.
He stared out at the raindrops falling and filling the city with a refreshing smell. What a nice day.
Trust In One Another Cht. 3Deryn was still in her room when Alek knocked. Assuming it was Klopp, she opened it smiling. When she saw it was Alek instead, she nearly slammed the door in his face.Trust In One Another Cht. 3 in Romance More Like This
Before she could even move, quick as lighting, Alek grabbed her wrist. Effectively keeping her from leaving, he stepped inside her lantern-lit room and closed the door behind him. Deryn looked at him, confused. He was still covered in engine grease and a distinct air of cayenne pepper surrounded him, but she was most confused as to his expression.
Instead of anger at her concealing her secret, confusion as to her real story or betrayal because she hadn't trusted him before, his face was one of caring. Deryn tried to free her wrist from his grip, but he wouldn't let her.
"Alek-! What are you doing? Let me go, you dummkopf!"
Alek cocked his head. "Not quite the warm welcome I expected, not-Dylan."
She felt tears welling in her eyes again. Trying in vain to hold them back, her voice gained a sarcastic edge. "W
Trust In One Another Cht. 2As soon as the words left her mouth, Deryn knew it was a mistake. Alek tensed, got up, walked out and didn't even take a second to look at her. There were tears in her eyes before, but now she was sobbing. She fell face down on her mattress and just cried. Alek would never love her, and if he did, what would happen? He was a barking archduke, she was a lowly middy with nothing to be proud of. When she finally stopped crying ridiculously, she wiped her eyes and sat up.Trust In One Another Cht. 2 in Romance More Like This
Looking around, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. What she saw shocked her. For the first time since joining the Navy she looked like...well, she looked like a girl. And she hated it. Deryn stared at her reflection, hating how weak and sad she looked.
Eventually she stood up. Her eyes weren't red anymore and she knew she HAD to work, and she wasn't going to let some barking prince stop her.
Alek left Deryn's room as quickly as possible. He aimlessly walked down the halls, mullin
Trust In One Another Cht. 1Deryn kicked a rock aimlessly down the street. Her bag was slung over her shoulder, and the weight of her sketchbook and the plans for the newest mission would have been heavy if she hadn't have been doing so much heavy lifting as of late. She continued to kick the rock, and an uneasy feeling she didn't like was growing in her chest.Trust In One Another Cht. 1 in Romance More Like This
It was the last day before the big sabotage. The BIG one, the one that might be the difference between a neutral Ottoman Empire, or a Clanker empire. That wasn't making her uneasy. She was dead sure it would go swiftly and neatly, so no, she wasn't concerned about the mission.
Deryn was nervous about Alek. To complete this mission, Deyrn and Alek had to have complete faith in one another; faith nothing could sever. Alek might think they had that, but Deryn knew they didn't. She knew what she had to do. She had to tell him her secret.
The air was hot in the shed. The spider machine was churning out papers, and Alek was hard at work, repairing the walk
[USUK] Thoughts of FlightMy breath it stops here[USUK] Thoughts of Flight in Romance More Like This
I'm all opened eyed
The library is not a special place. It's a clinical, scientific environment where confused English majors and the occasional bored student come to visit, get a novel, and leave. The walls are a dismal taupe colour and the tables a sort of hopeless green-grey that feels like the interior designer left halfway through designing it. The selection of books isn't fantastic either. They don't even have Harry Potter.
But Arthur likes it all the same. He likes the low hum of the air conditioner, the soft turn of book pages and the quiet that settles in as it gets later in the afternoon. He's not one for dealing with people, so he hangs in the most boring and secluded sections, but he feels almost at home among the sleeping books.
He lets his fingers trail along the spines and he pulls out copies of books he liked to read years ago, always surprised to find them here in the college's old library. Green eyes scan the shelves for marked tabs, swi
PruCan 'Embrace' -fic-Pairing: Prussia/CanadaPruCan 'Embrace' -fic- in Scraps More Like This
Rating: PG13 for shonen-ai and copious amounts of fluff
Notes: Human AU, names used.
Synopsis: Very short and very fluffy. Mattie comes home to Gilbert's house, where he surprises Gil and then they go to bed. No plot. Just fluff.
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The light of the gold streetlights lit the small blonde's hair, and turned it even brighter than usual. His violet eyes scanned the street for his boyfriend's house, and when he spotted it a smile sunnier than all the lights up and down the street crossed his face. Matthew couldn't believe he was finally getting to visit Gilbert, the love of his life, again.
Matthew had been travelling with his brother and his brother's boyfriend and there hadn't been any time to see his own significant other. Now that he was back, Matthew was desperate to visit his precious German again.
They'd been going out for a year. Everyone had been surprised. Alfred laughed, Arthur looked scandalized, Ludwig didn't even know
Dearly BelovedThe water rushed over his body, a cool sensation that wrapped its way around his entirety. As far as he could see the ocean was a deep blue hue, with spots of sunlight mixing itself inside. He felt himself sinking farther and farther, unable to swim back up for some reason, as if he were bound to the sandy floor. Where was he falling, why was he falling, what had happened? Why was this happening to him? Those were all questions he had not the ability to answer. All he knew was that the sensation was now over, the salt water stinging his eyes. This feeling felt familiar to him, and he didn't know why. His lungs suddenly began to scream for air, yet he could not push himself back to the surface.Dearly Beloved in Romance More Like This
He didn't want to go, no, he wasn't ready yet. He reached out his hand, trying somehow to grasp the top of the water before he fell into his watery grave. Please, he thought. I don't want to go away yet.
But he only sunk further and further, the light fading and the darkness swallowing him who
Meet You On The Other SideAlmost without making any noise, Arthur Kirkland had sneaked his way into the house of who he had been assigned to take the life of. Alfred F. Jones, the son of a rather high-ranked men of the city. Silently he made his way to the room that seemed to be the boy's.Meet You On The Other Side in Drama More Like This
Alfred F. Jones slept not too soundly in his room, his unrest being caused by the uncertainty of being killed nearly every night by a new assassin. This tended to happen a lot, so he'd become accustomed to listening for every little sound in his room, and it had even been he'd hear it in the midst of a dream. He shifted uncomfortably in his bed, opening his cerulean eyes to look out the open window, watching as the moon poured its light to illuminate that corner.
Gracefully, the Assassin made his way down the hallway, silently disappearing into corners whenever he heard the sound of anything moving. The black clothes he was wearing made it almost impossible to scout him in the dark. Hearing the boy shift in his bed, made him
Hope Was HereEver since I was born, my parents knew I would never live long.Hope Was Here in Romance More Like This
Matthew sat in the library quietly, immersed in the fictional illusion of the story. Images and pictures were swirling around his mind, a small smile on his face as he flipped the page. He felt like he could hear the voices speaking in his head, feel the wind on his face and hair, it all felt real to him. He shifted in his position in the chair, as he rested his head on his knuckles, letting his blond locks fall into his face. His violet eyes continued to be lost in the words.
He was almost finished.
The doctors told them that I would likely die in my early twenties, at the latest. Though, they also said I could die any time, really.
The time had passed quickly, and by the end of the book the boy was sobbing in his hands, letting the tears roll down his cheeks. Well, there was another amazing book done and complete. That had been a tearjerker for sure.
Matthew realized he spent a lot of his days
Come Away To FreedomI first saw Arthur when I was ten years old; too old to believe, but too young to understand.Come Away To Freedom in Romance More Like This
The young prince of Spades looked around aimlessly in the green forest, full of life and sounds unheard to him before in his life. The trees reached to nearly the sky it seemed, branches spewing out from the tops, leaves occasionally breaking off and falling to the earthen ground. The sunlight trickled in, spotting the dirt like water droplets as he stepped along the pathway.
Where was he again?
Cerulean eyes scanned the area, nothing even beginning to look familiar to him. This was strange for him, he was never lost. He always knew where he was. The forest was such a familiar pathway for him, so why could he not place where he was? It was sort of aggravating for the young royal, not knowing his surroundings, yet he refused to admit he was 'lost'.
After a while, the sun's rays through the trees began to dim, and fear began to pile up in the young boy's heart. Where was he? Would he
Wishes For YouThe air was cold, encircling my body in a chill grasp while the wind whistled through my ears. Despite how they were covered in my warm, white, and fuzzy earmuffs, the icy breeze seemed to seep through, causing me great discomfort.Wishes For You in Romance More Like This
I pulled my coat around me tighter, shivering a bit as I did. Though the material was snug around me already, it was still a bit chilly to press it to the few exposed parts of my skin. After this motion, I pulled my red and white scarf around my neck tighter, trying desperately to block out the cold, while not choking myself in the process. It was hard to get a grip with my gloved fingers, but I managed well enough.
Content with my newly wrapped garments, I let my hands fall back as I leaned back, glancing up at the sky from where I sat. I sat on the porch of the house, our house, with the light turned off for a number of reasons. The full moon illuminated the ground, no, the entire area in a pale, white glow that radiated across of everything. The st
With Eyes Like TheseThings have never been easy on the one and only Alfred Jones.With Eyes Like These in General Fiction More Like This
Alfred was the oldest of one brother, given responsibility long before his time, to take care of a younger siblings and to look after his parents, to go through school and go to college, get a job and make money, support anyone and everything around him. Responsibility was a word, a phrase, a meaning not in his dictionary, a word he couldn't grasp, not that he couldn't understand, just didn't want to. A word that had always been thrown at him, forced upon him, even in his state.
Alfred was, very unfortunately, blind.
He had been since the age of ten, a tragic accident occurred, snatching his sight right from underneath him, unable to see the new faces coming and leaving him. Even with this disability, he'd always been forced into places he didn't want to be, never receiving sympathy, and when he did, it wasn't the right feeling.
So Alfred was always a hard worker, doing his best in school, getting proper help and passing his
:HBD: This Game We PlayHold your friends close but your enemies closer.:HBD: This Game We Play in Romance More Like This
The room was dimly lit, a single source of light dangling overhead. A solitary, round table was illuminated, two chairs parallel to each other on either end.
There was one man sitting in the first chair, elaborately dressed in a long, scarlet coat that draped over his shoulders with pride. His eyes were the brightest, fiercest shade of emerald, while he emitted an aura of mischief. His blond hair looked that of the sandy shores, falling into his face in a messy sort of way. All over his body was jewelry of different kinds, from different places and from different people stolen, most assumed, which was the truth in most aspects.
He waited patiently for a reason only he knew. It was a tradition of sorts, a deal, a fair trade. It was a lot of things to be precise, but it mattered not, not now, at any rate. He waited for a long while, waiting his partner if he could even call him so. The only sound that co
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,
:Com: This Dance"You're late.":Com: This Dance in Romance More Like This
The words broke through the silent, chill air of the outside, heard by the approaching figure. The man grinned, appearing before him and taking a low bow and then rising again.
"My apologizes, Master Jones, I had business to attend to this evening."
He frowned, gaze narrowing a bit. "What kind of business, Mister Kirkland?"
A small smirk winded onto the other male's face. "Business. Just, business."
There was a small, tense pause before a soft chuckle of laughter, and a quick shake of the head. Alfred met his eyes, cerulean crashing with emerald, as he extended his arm outwards. "Late or not, you're here. Thank you for joining me this evening. I know you must be busy."
Arthur returned the smile, taking his arm. "Indeed, though I can't say I mind sacrificing a bit of my time for leisure every now and again. It's no trouble."
"As that may be, I'm surprised you took up on my offer considering this is what you would deem, a naval party. Doesn't it m
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
CarnivalPairing(s): USUKCarnival in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of it's characters and storylines in any way, shape or form. All rights to Gentosha Comics and Hima-Papa.
Description: Written as a request for :iconBillSquid: Contains shounen-ai (meaning boy on boy), don't like it? Then don't read it. Flamers will not be tolerated, constructive criticism will be welcomed~!
Basically a one-shot about England and America going on a date to a carnival with an unexpected (but hardly surprising) outcome.
Intensely decorated game booths and clowns dressed in outrageous clothes covered the grounds before his eyes with such a flare of colour that he found it difficult to differentiate between the two, high pitched squeals of delight emitted from the mouths of ecstatic children rang loudly in his ears, and the revoltingly sweet scent of buttery popcorn and sugary candy floss practically violated his nose.
In fact, were it not for the bumbling, happy-go-lucky, and admittedly handsome bundle
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Beautifully dull. That is how England would describe his plane ride. The clouds idly drifting in the bright blue sky were beautiful, no doubt, but the miles and miles of cloud after cloud after cloud was extremely dull. Still, it was better than the inside of the plane, with the slim stewardesses artfully plastering fake smiles to their crinkled faces, pretending to like you and the fact that they must tend to you; and with the fellow passengers, some snoring, some grimacing as they ate the disappointing aeroplane food, some reading with a bored expression on their tired faces, and a handful of mothers half-heartedly trying to quieten their bawling babies. Yes, the clouds were infinitely better compared to that. He would just have to put up with it all, for the sake of America. England sighed. Why, oh why did he follow the boy's whims?
A few hours earlier
England groaned tiredly as he picked up the receiver to shush the phone's persiste
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The morning rays of the sun were considerably warm, even for the chilly UK; but the sunlight beaming through the windows was not enough to warm America as he stared coldly at England whom laid beside him in bed. He didn't feel cold because it was autumn in Britain, nor was it because he was naked; he felt cold because of the chills that the scars plastered on England's pale skin gave him.
America reached out and stroked a few of the scars with his fingers, calloused from excessive gaming. He breathed a disapproving sigh as he remembered being younger, happily welcoming England back home, and then gasping as England removed his garments, revealing his bloody, bandaged torso. "Just a flesh wound" he would say, but for America it was an emotional blow. He remembered how his weak fingers used to reach out and stroke that wounded torso, as they were doing now, in the present time.
His fingers moved to caress England's shoulder blades, and he smiled as England em
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Arthur was in a considerably foul mood. He exhaled in annoyance, not really listening to the American's rant about how Harry Potter ended too abruptly, and couldn't J.K bring out another book? He was far too tired to retaliate with the fact that since Voldemort had been defeated there were no exciting events occurring anymore, and so, the next generation of Hogwarts students would be leading boring lives not at all worthy of a few hundred pages of telling. Instead his mind wandered back to the house they had embarked from a few minutes prior. The house with a boiled kettle ready to pour a steaming cup of tea which he could consume whilst huddled under layer upon layer of warm blankets, reading a good book by some enthralling author. His mind soon hesitantly wandered back to his current situation though as a cold wind rattled through him and snow left icy kisses on his flushed face. He shivered violently and adjusted his scarf further over his face.
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The wind howled and the lightning flashed as the thunder roared in the dark filled with unknown sights and sounds and feelings. Meanwhile, shivering underneath duvets and blankets and pillows and soft toys was America. Tears welled in his eyes and fell pitter-pattering into his small, shaking hands in synchronisation with the rain hammering against the rooftop, which was making some alarming creaking sounds, almost as if threatening to give way altogether and crush the small boy. He let out another whimper as the storm growled and hissed at him angrily, the cold draught seeping in through cracks and holes and trying to tickle the young nation into submission. He just shrank into an even tighter ball as a sob wrenched itself from his throat.
He looked up at the toys huddling under the fort of sheets with him, at their warm, comforting smiles. "There, there, America," they seemed to speak to him with their gleaming button eyes, <
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Alfred sneezed as dust settled on his nose. "I hate spring cleaning."
"Quiet, you!" Arthur clicked his tongue, shaking a feather duster at the whining man, "The sooner we get this done the sooner you can get back to that creed of the assassin or whatever the bloody hell it was this time."
"Assassin's Creed, man." Alfred huffed, furiously swiping all the nearby furnishing with the duster, "It's an awesome game, so at least remember its title."
Arthur sighed, too exhausted by the American's personality to argue anymore, instead using all his energy to scrub at a particularly stubborn stain on the table. Alfred silenced too, shoving the duster at anything and everything, and clumsily knocking a few photo frames from the mantelpiece a couple of times.
"Watch it," Arthur scowled, bending down to pick up an abused frame for the third time, "these are precious sentiments."
"Dude," Alfred smirked, "they're photos of your bros. You hate them."
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Romano watched in admiration as Spain plucked each individual string of his beloved classic acoustic guitar, each pluck causing a resounding melody to echo throughout the foundations of the room and enter Romano's soul. He loved hearing Spain play guitar as much as he loved Tomatoes (Which was a lot), but he was sick of these classic family scenes by the fireplace on a starlit evening Yadda-yadda-yadda, all that crap. Romano didn't like families much since his hadn't gone down too well. His Grandpa Rome was dead, and his younger brother, Italy, kept running off to the Potato loving bastard like a loyal puppy. His family was rather broken, and Spain was all he had. He didn't want to call Spain his family though, in case doing so would cause their relationship to break.
Romano looked deep into the bright flames in the fireplace, watching them dance and frolic in the ash and bricks. He wondered whether the fire was a guest in the fireplace, or a prisoner
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He was there, in the midst of the hub-bub, listening to the laughter and drunken slurring, and yet he wasn't there. Not to anyone else at least. Not to his brothers, not to his so-called "friends", not even to the pristine polar bear seated on his lap. He was nowhere not worth the time, nor worth the contemplation.
All the other countries had personality, spunk, mass media attention. He was nought but a big mass of land populated by people that ate nought by maple syrup, carried their hockey sticks everywhere, and ended all their sentences with "ey".
Canada sighed, slumping in the barstool, swirling his fingers around the table top, composing an invisible pattern.
Invisible like him.
He looked up from the composition, up at the people around him.
His older brother, America, was being noisy, as usual, standing on the table with his tie round his head, a drink in one hand and his shirt being swung round in the other. His other older brother, Engl
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England exhaled as he gazed longingly out of the kitchen window. His family had been gone for a good hour now, and he was starting to worry about them. He didn't completely trust France to look after their beloved children, what with France chasing after every passing living thing for a bit of "l'amour". He scowled at the thought, and then blushed at himself for being so annoyed. France was HIS husband-wife thing after all! He wouldn't tolerate any cheating!
England continued peeling the potatoes for dinner that night, imagining that the potato was France's head. He smiled in such a sweet way that nobody would have guessed he was visualising peeling the suave, pretty skin off of France's beautiful face.
The banging of the front door and the clomping of tiny boots stirred England from his thoughts, and he chortled as a tiny child crashed into his legs, rubbing his little, pink face into the material of his trousers.
"Hello, America!" Cooed England, "What have you been up to?
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Alfred spun round in the desk chair at the sound of Arthur's voice, beaming brightly, "Dude, Artie, I've totally got to show you this!"
Arthur sighed and came to sit on the armrest of the chair, wobbling at first before Alfred wrapped his arm around his waist to support him. Arthur just went along with it whenever Alfred said "I've got to show you this" or "Come and look at this" because the American would pucker his bottom lip and whine otherwise about how the Briton was "no fun". It was a lot less painful to settle down and be shown the horrible thing (he had shown him a blobfish once. It was a disgusting fish that looked like a blob) rather than have Alfred sulking for the rest of the day. Who knew, maybe this time it would be kittens or children at Christmas or something.
Unfortunately not so.
People with low self-esteem are 80% more likely to criticize othe
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"I'm an idiot." Maka sighed, curling up tighter and tighter into a ball with every passing minute.
"Oh, Maka," Tsubaki chuckled lightly, trying to lighten the atmosphere, "You're not an idiot! You're just just, uh "
"Yes I am." Maka insisted, looking up at Tsubaki from her curled ball position of safety, "Idiot: Noun. Informal. An utterly foolish or senseless person." She huddled back up after stating the evidence of her "utter foolishness" and "senselessness".
Tsubaki exhaled as she gathered the plates from the table, "Well, somebody swallowed a dictionary." Tsubaki went to join Maka in the corner of the room after gathering the plates, straightening out the creases in her skirt as she stooped down to sit beside the depressed teenager on the floor, "Listen, we all make mistakes; it's just a part of human behaviour. At least now you realise your mistake, and you can just-"
"No!" Yelled Maka, "I can't "just" anything!" she took a moment to wipe the rising tears from h
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Lovino remembered the day he met Antonio. It was an accident really. If he hadn't have stayed those extra ten minutes at Feliciano's apartment then he never would have seen him.
Those bright green eyes and that cheerful smile were the first things he noticed when Antonio walked into the room (he was visiting with the potato bastard's brother). He didn't make a move to speak to him, even when they were introduced. Lovino had regarded him with a slightly bored expression and he had turned away and became very interested in his phone. He had failed to notice that Antonio had been constantly looking over to him as the rest of the friends began their conversation.
He remembered when he had been idly playing on one of the apps on his phone when he noticed someone sit beside him. He glanced up at the smiling Spaniard next to him and he snapped, "What?"
"Hola! I'm Antonio!"
"Excuse me while I find the fuck I'm supposed to give."
Antonio either didn't notice the clear sarcas
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It was that time of day again; Arthur's favourite. He had everything he needed- a warm cup of tea and his laptop on the kitchen table. His cat, Winston, brushed up against his leg and began to purr for attention. The blond smiled slightly and scooped the animal into his arms and held him on his lap while one hand tickled behind his ear and the other began to type his password on the laptop.
As the laptop began to load properly, Arthur reached over and took a sip of the tea he had prepared. A small yawn escaped him, but he blinked away the sleep- yes he was tired, it had been a long day but he wasn't going to give in. He had waited all day for this moment and he wouldn't let something like sleep get in the way. Besides, it wasn't even that late.
Convinced the laptop had finished loading, Arthur moved the cursor to the Skype shortcut on the desktop and clicked. A small frown made its way to his face; he had never liked how he looked on the webcam. The lighting was never right,
Protection and ResponsibilityPirate Captain Arthur Kirkland burned down ships, stole treasure and attacked towns. He knew how to do that pretty well. Did he know how to raise a child? The answer would be a big, fat NO.Protection and Responsibility in General Fiction More Like This
The Englishman encountered the child while conducting an attack on a ship. He was a ruthless man who would kill anyone who dared obstruct his path. However, he would never hurt a child, and if he had known this ship had a child on board he would never have targeted it.
He found the little boy cowering away from the crew behind a barrel. The boy had fair hair with a stubborn strand that seemed to defy gravity by standing up straight, and his eyes were as blue as the sky itself. His cheeks were rosy and tear-streaked and his lips puffed out in a cute little pout. He wore a white nightgown with a red bow around the collar and in his hands he clutched a stuffed toy in the form of a white bunny. Even though he would never ever say this out loud, Arthur thought the child looked adorable.
For the first tim
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The man in question, Arthur, was the love of his life, and he always had been.
The two met in college; Alfred was studying law and Arthur was studying Literature. They had met in the college café and how they started talking was embarrassing on Alfred's part. He was trying to juggle his insanely heavy books, notepads and a coffee and he just couldn't do it. He managed to trip and spill his coffee everywhere and with a pout and a red face, he attempted to pick up his books and notes as quickly as possible. Then, out of no where, someone handed him some napkins so he could wipe the coffee off his books before the damage grew worse.
When Alfred looked at the person who helped him, his face turned a deeper red. He was gorgeous, even though he was scowling and looking down
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Green eyes glared at the mirror before him; thick eyebrows furrowed deep into a scowl and thin lips turned downwards in displeasure. Arthur Kirkland hated this time of year. He hated it with a passion but hating it did nothing to relieve him of his duties. He still had to do it whether he liked it or not...
He sighed to himself and adjusted the rather short toga he sported and tightened his grip on the star wand he held in his right hand. He muttered a spell under his breath and the wand transformed into a bow, and on his back the quiver held a fair amount of arrows with heart-shaped heads. Grumbling to himself, Arthur...or Cupid, since you may have guessed where this story is headed, left his bedroom in a huff, startling the fairies that fluttered around the residence.
"Is it that time of year again?" one fairy asked, fluttering towards the sour looking nation. Arthur nodded gruffly and tightened his grip on the bow. The fairy giggled to herself and
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They used to be so happy.
It was a year ago today when it happened. Arthur remembered it clearly. He remembered how much it had hurt; he remembered how his heart felt as though it were physically being ripped in half when his husband uttered the words to him. He thought the pain he felt within those three seconds may very well kill him. Even the fires of Hell would not hurt as much as this. It was those four words which caused Arthur to do what he did.
Those four words changed everything.
I don't love you.
Arthur remembered how he had begged. He had promised he would change, he would promise to be a better husband; he had promised to be a better Queen to the King. But Alfred had shaken his head. He had said no. He wouldn't allow it. He had made his decision and he would never back down on it.
Arthur had cried like he had never cried before. How could this be happening? This couldn't be happening, not to him. Alfred loved him. He kn
Finding Love In NYCArthur Kirkland, a journalist from London, England, walked through the busy streets of New York on his lunch break on a Monday afternoon. He had been in the city for a week and already he was finding the place tiresome. He was used to large cities with crowds- he grew up in London and had lived there all his life- but this was something else entirely.Finding Love In NYC in Romance More Like This
To get out of the way of passers by, the Englishman walked into a shop of some sort and let out a breath of relief. He glanced around and saw that he had entered a small cafe; it wasn't large, but it wasn't small either. There was a small queue of people by the counter with two or three workers at least. There were a few tables scattered around and even then only less than half of them were taken. Arthur ended up smiling a little; this would be the perfect place to come and do some work. It was quiet, relaxed and it had a nice atmosphere.
Fishing in his pockets, he found some money and joined the small line by the counter and when it was
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He'd say he didn't care. He'd say that he wouldn't miss the Spanish nation if he was ever asked if he would. He said that he would be perfectly fine alone during that time. He said that he could cope without him.
And he was... for a day or two at least. Lovino loved the freedom of doing whatever he wanted whenever he was alone. There was no Spain to boss him around. There was no Spain to tell him what he could and could not do, to tell him where he could and could not go. No Spain to tell him he shouldn't eat too many tomatoes or he will be sick, no Spain to tell him when he should go to bed. No Spain to tell him to do his chores. No Spain to tell him to stop being lazy and help out once in a while.
This freedom was something that Lovino enjoyed for a while... but soon the small nation f
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Antonio would never forget the moment when he first laid eyes on him. His amber orbs, his dark brown hair, that frown and visible pout that proved to him that he didn't want to be here. But of course, moving to a new area was a little daunting; Antonio knew that from personal experience. He had moved to California from Spain a year before and if he was going to be honest, it took him a while to adjust and get used to the change. It was scary at first, but his two best friends- Gilbert and Francis- helped him through it. He met them at school and ever since they had been inseparable and that first day they had acted like they had known each other for years.
And that was why Antonio was now walking across the street to the house opposite his own with a bright smile. It was always good to have a friend, right? He approached the other brunette and extended his hand, that smile always remaining and he said, "Hola! I'm Antonio! I live across the street.
To Say GoodbyeWhen America woke up that morning, he was filled with nervous excitement. Today was the day that England would be coming back. Today was the day that England would return for a few months and America would have him all to himself.To Say Goodbye in General Fiction More Like This
The servants England had employed to look after little America while he was away had the small nation looking his best. They dressed him in his best clothes; made sure he had a bath beforehand and made sure his hair was clean. They made breakfast and it took all their best efforts to make sure that the excited little boy didn't get it all down his clean clothes.
"I can't wait!" America beamed. The boy was practically bouncing in his chair. The servants merely offered him a smile and told him to eat up. England would be here soon.
The moment America finished breakfast, he ran to the door and stood in front of it with a big smile. After a moment he sat down and looked at the door and soon after that he sighed and stood up again. He wandered to the ki
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Pairing: Alfred/Arthur, Matthew/Gilbert (mentioned)
It was nearing midnight now. The floor of the ballroom was strewn with ribbons, paper and bits of food that everyone had expertly managed to spread throughout the entire space. The giant Christmas tree stood in the corner, looking bare without the huge pile of presents that had been below it before tonight. The tree and the continuing music from the square outside were the only hints that this room had hosted the world not two hours ago.
Alfred took a deep breath, looking over at Matthew beside him. Both were relieved that the night was finally over, and all the nations had left.
Well, nearly all of them.
Arthur stood outside, leaning on the railing of the balcony. His emerald eyes reflected the dance of the multicoloured lights from the city below. Alfred walked through the huge gla
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Alfred dislodges himself from the being underneath him and collapses onto the messy sheets next to his British lover. Sapphires and emeralds admire each other curiously as Alfred and Arthur lie panting for what seems like hours, both wet as a result of their passionate sex.
Alfred reaches out to the nightstand and grabs something Arthur can't identify in the dim light. He feels the American's hand join his own under the sheets. Arthur squeezes the soft palm tightly.
The taller blond smiles, closing his eyes. Arthur watches this, noticing the younger nation's beautifully soft features that hold no trace of Alfred's usual childishness.
"Arthur, I need to ask you something." Alfred's voice is barely audible above the sound of their heavy breathing.
Arthur feels something cold and round slip around h
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Hey Arthur, I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the dance with you tonight. Matthew's going to be there, though. Go with him. I'd love if you did that. You won't regret it, I promise.
I read the note for what must have been the hundredth time in the first half-hour of that class. I looked at the clock above the classroom door. 2:30, it read.
I sighed, placing the paper back in my pocket.
I'd tried to analyse the note over a thousand times. Why did he want me to go with his brother? Was it because he thought their similar looks would throw off my feelings for him? Did he not want anything to do with me? What did he mean by 'you won't regret it?'
Anyways, going to the dance with Matthew wasn't going to make me stop loving Alfred anytime soon. Matthew was shy all the time, even more so than I.
The Season of Hope - USUKDecember 16th. I slammed my locker closed, zipped up my jacket and exited the Hetalia World Academy. I sighed loudly, watching my cloud of breath dissipate into the freezing December air. TGIF, I thought. It's been a long freaking week.The Season of Hope - USUK in Romance More Like This
Maybe it's just the arrival of winter. I looked down at my feet, violently packing the snow into the ground. This season always gets me down. Between the sopping wet floor when I enter my house with snowy boots and the wind that feels like freaking icicles on my face, I say it's a pretty good excuse to feel like crap. I guess there is Christmas to look forward to but it's still 9 days away and God. I hate waiting. Plus, you really gotta consider: I'm America. And most people in America, as much as they hate to admit it, see Christmas as that awesome time when for once in your life you get exactly what you want, neat
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Francis stood up. "We should do this again, non? It's not often we can get together."
Based on how the meeting had turned out, that didn't seem like such a good idea to anyone...well, except
"How about at Christmas?" suggested Tino, who had been silent the entire meeting.
No one ever wanted to refuse the shortest Nordic country. Nobody spoke for a long time. Berwald decided to break the silence by saying "It's a good idea." This was followed by mumbles of agreement from everyone else.
"We should do it at mine and Matthew's place!" Alfred suggested. "It's the biggest, apart from Ivan's, but it's not as cold!"
Whoever wanted to disagree with the American at that point was crazy. And so, it was decided that there would be a party for all the nations on the 25th of December of t
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I woke up this morning like I did any other morning: cold, tired, and not at all wanting to go to school. I groaned and rolled onto my stomach, pulling the blankets tighter around me. I looked at my watch, which said it was 8:00. School started at 8:45.
Whatever. My attendance record was already terrible and one more late wouldn't hurt it. Then I saw the little number beside the time. "14". My eyes widened in realization. February 14. The most important day of the year.
Yesss! I jumped out of bed like it was on fire or something, getting into my uniform in record time. All I could think was "Valentine's Day! Valentine's Day!" I didn't even say a word to my parents as I ran out the door. I think I even skipped all the way to school.
You see, I have this huge crush on a guy who's in most of my classes. &
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They had been talking aimlessly (mostly in character) for what seemed like an hour now. The sun had gotten higher and the heat more intense. Alfred could see the sweat glistening on Arthur's and the others' foreheads, yet no one complained once. He pitied Canada in her huge winter jacket.
"It's 10:30," Japan said.
" Is it really still the morning?" Arthur said. He squinted upwards, and everyone else nodded in understanding. "And we've only been here for about a half hour." He whistled.
"So anything cool we have to do?" Prussia, who had started making a pile of yanked-out grass, said.
"Well I kinda want a snack " Alfred said. "I haven't really eaten since dinner yesterday."
"I have some Pocky," Japan suggested quietly.&
A Convention 18"A-ha!!!!" Arthur exclaimed, triumphantly pulling out Alfred's blue digital camera from under the cushion on the chair. He turned around. "Found it!" he said in Alfred's direction.A Convention 18 in Romance More Like This
Once the pair had finally remembered why they had come up to their room (Change Alfred's boots, find con guidebook thing, get camera), they discovered they had to endure a rather trying search for the objects. The boots they'd found behind the ironing board in the closet, and the con guidebook had been seemingly cleverly hidden underneath the doujinshi on the bedside table. 10 minutes later, Arthur had removed the camera from its inexplicable location.
Alfred poked his head up from beneath the bed. "Where was it?" he asked.
"Under this pillow which was under your bomber jacket," he replied.
Alfred stood up and frowned. "The fuck was it doing there?" he wondered out loud, for the third time since they'd started searching (once for e
A Convention 10Arthur suddenly recalled a scene from a movie he and Alfred had watched together at some point. There had been a guy staring into a gaping hole and saying "I've got a bad feeling about this " and that's just what Arthur felt like saying at the moment. "Glomping," he said, feeling the word roll awkwardly off his tongue.A Convention 10 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alfred snickered. "I'm sure you'll love it," he said. They kept walking around the building until they got to a parking lot full of cosplayers and empty of cars. "Allow me to demonstrate." He looked around at the mob of people, seemingly searching for someone.
Arthur knew the exact moment when Alfred had found them. His blue eyes brightened as they locked on to something. Arthur turned around to see who or what it was. He followed the American's gaze to a rather short person (Arthur couldn't tell if it was a guy or a girl) dressed completely in green. Alfred
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Arthur groaned. "More waiting " he commented.
"We can deal with it," Alfred said.
"Normally our stances on this matter would be reversed," Arthur said, stomach growling again.
"It's a con, dude. Everything is reversed." He said this as if Arthur should have known it.
"And what do you mean by that?"
Alfred giggled. "Well, for one, normally you'd be doin' all the explaining instead of me "
"Fair point "
"And on any other day this year, if a guy walked into that Starbucks-" he pointed to a Starbucks across the street "-with pink hair and fairy wings, he'd get stared at as if he were the strangest thing in the world. Now, this weekend, if a guy walked in with a suit and a briefcase, well, unless they were Sven fro
USUK: Sorry"I DON'T THINK YOU REALIZED HOW MUCH YOUR HURT ME!" Arthur shouted, scaring me with his voice.USUK: Sorry in Short Stories More Like This
Never had I heard him shout so loud, or see that real emotion in his face. He always looked grumpy, but here he was, bordering on tears. He collapsed down to his knees after that, leaning forward on his hands. He then brought one palm to his face, hiding his eyes with it and letting the strands of his golden hair feed through his fingers. It brought back the memory of how I had hurt him. He was right, I had never realized how much I had hurt him. I crouched down in front of the British man and put a hand on his shoulder, smiling sincerely at him.
"I may have not said it then, but I am really sorry," I tilted me head to the side.
It was then that I heard the sobs. The smile vanished from my face, struck by what I had done. Going with my gut, I grabbed his face with both my hands and moved it into view. The water soaked his face and he looked a mess, the rims of his eyes puff, his nose sniffing
Hetalia: The End in SightThe knight and the cloaked wizard rounded on their white stallion, reaching the ruins of Texas. It was the only land left within that hadn't been taken under siege by the almighty Gilbert. Alfred, now clad in his silvery Armour, jumped down from the horse, pulling his sword out from its sheath. He strode forward, glasses straight, posture high and a determined look. Fun and games were over. Now it was time for war. Blue orbs started ahead, focused on their target. It would be a fight to the death, he knew it. He glanced back at his emerald eyed friend and smiled, genuinely. Really, he didn't know if he was ever going to get another chance, so why not make the best of the moment? Turning back, the blonde adjusted his footing and raised the sword higher, the metal clinking with each movement he made.Hetalia: The End in Sight in Short Stories More Like This
"So, you have come to fight for the last kingdom you hold. Why bother? You have lost forty-nine already," Gilbert spoke up, tossing his silver-grey hair.
Alfred started him down. He was fed
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And white sand on the beaches, being beaten by the untiring waves of the infinite ocean.
That was all he seemed to ever see.
Steel eyes stared out into the space where the chilly blue water leaned on the bright sky, but still this wonder remained unknown to him though he was already eighteen. He could see it from the balcony hanging on his tall room, white bricks piecing it together like a puzzle that kept him in his cage. He spent lots of his time here alone. Here, where the salty wind embraced him in its firm warmth.
"Your highness," A voice spoke with a strange, almost snake-like tongue. But he had grown so used to it, the sound had become one of the few voices he heard enough to recognize the speaker without seeing them.
"Gilbert," He replied simply without turning around. He just kept leaning on the railing of his balcony, staring out towards the ocean. "What is it?"
"Your highness," The albino repeated again. "Your father wishes to speak t
APH-UKUS 1It had been a long, tedious day. Arthur sighed exaggeratedly, moving towards his large, two story home in London, England. Like always, Alfred had bothered the world meeting with his blasted outbursts on everything that was said (And stuffing his American cheeks with those indecently greasy hamburgers no less. But what was new?). So, not much got done because of that bloody aggro. Sometimes Arthur wondered if that boy was always bleeding blinkered! But fine, his incapability to be quiet and "read the atmosphere" could never be changed. They all knew that.APH-UKUS 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Again he let out a large breath of air in a sigh and moved to open the door, his keys jingling in his tense hands. He pushed the door open, welcomed by the same empty house in the same cool place in a less busy part of London. He clicked the door behind him shut and stepped into the spacious, neat building. His booshy brows pushed together as his mind still wondered what could make a man so annoying and loud. But, then again, he suppo
UKUS 5"Mein Gott " Germany muttered softly as the American slowly pulled away from the flustered Brit though kept a tight grip around his waist. He then put the British man into his reserved chair and sat beside him, keeping his right hand in the older nation's left.UKUS 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well?" America asked, unaffected by the shocked stares. Some filled with pure surprise while others gave off a "I'm so happy for you", "Finally! I knew it!" or a "Inner fan-girl squeal" like of expression. "Are we not going to get this world meeting started?"
Germany nodded, coughing to get attention back on him though now his own, light blue eyes would run over to Italy beside him. Romano would growl every time this happened and Spain eventually wrapped an arm around is smaller partner.
After the meeting had finally finished a few hours later, America only having let go of Britain's hand when he was giving one of his heroic speeches or jumping around as he gave a suggestion, the normal American routine. After it was done,
UKUS 9The next morning Arthur groaned, his headache throbbing again and his palm pressed against his sticky forehead. He could feel sweat blanket his bare body as he laid there, and his green eyes blinked in confusion.UKUS 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What the bloody " He moaned, sitting up and looked at his naked form before him. Why was he so hot right now? It wasn't even sunny out. Upon inspection, he found strange places on his normally pale form that had round, red circles. He moved his hand and touched some of the dots curiously, soon finding there were quite a few on his neck as well.
"What are these "
He lost his thought when he heard a low grunt, and looked over at the bare American beside him, face shoved in the pillow he held so tightly. Suddenly, he felt his face burn, the sun nothing to the warmth in his red face.
"America! Get up, you stupid git!" He shrieked, hitting the other on the head. He watched the American jult and grab onto his shoulders worriedly.
"England, what's wrong, dude!" The man cri
APH-UKUS 4Alfred smirked smartly, taking Arthur's hand and pulling him off the bed. He didn't let go or stop though and just kept walking, not bothering with the fact both of their clothes were wrinkled now that they slept in them and their hair was a mess.APH-UKUS 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Where where are you taking me, Git? Let me go." Arthur grumbled, but his threats were empty as he wiped away another tear. How embarrassing. He was sure this idiot would find a way to make fun of him for it too.
Alfred laughed, "Calm down, dude. We're just going to breakfast! I have to build up our energy for the meeting today!"
Arthur flinched. He had completely forgotten another world meeting was being held again today like yesterday. Both of which were set in the northern part of London.
Alfred laughed, this grasping the older nation's hand tightly and pushed some shoes on his feet before motioning England to do the same.
"What! You expect me to go out in public like this?" Arthur gasped, looking at the two of them in a mirror that w
UKUS 6England sighed, his elbow on the wood of the bar, his other hand holding his drink as his emerald eyes stared at the tough German sitting beside him.UKUS 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You-" Arthur started, only to have a hiccup interrupt him rudely. He stared annoyed at nothing as if the hiccup would see the glare he held. But quickly the angered glare subsided and he went on talking to the German again.
What was his name again? Bah, whatever!
"H-Hey. Hey there. Hey? You have something going on with that that " He pointed his index finger out, lifting it to his head and going back and forth, making a swirl. Obviously trying to name Italy and using his finger to indicate his odd curl.
"Italy?" Germany finished the sentence, a little tipsy himself as his normally pale cheeks were a light pink. But nothing like the Brit beside him. Ludwig looked over the man, still lazily slumped over on the bar. His eyes were dizzy and his face was a bright red from the alcohol.
"Yes!" Britain announced happily, finally rememb
APH-UKUS 2Arthur sighed, "What were you doing here anyway? Did you follow me home?" He questioned seriously, glancing over at the nervous American who kept looking around as if something were going to pop out.APH-UKUS 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This made Alfred realize where he was again and his oceanic eyes glanced back at Arthur. He rubbed the back of his head hesitantly, laughing lightly. "Well, you see, I wanted to ask you something but I, like, totally forgot what it was!"
Arthur wasn't buying this, but fine. Whatever the real reason was he'd figure it out. "So, you're too scared to remember, huh, America?" He taunted lightly, turning back to his cooking only to feel something hit the back of his shaggy head. Twitching, he turned around again, glaring at the man who glared in return. It was surely easy to get brassed off at him sometimes!
"Ha! I'm the HERO! Remember, old man? Hero's don't get scared!" Alfred replied after throwing a spoon at the back of the older nation's head.
"You bloody idiot! Do you want food or not?"
A diamond in the rough 2Captain Arthur's ship was amazing to say the least. Alfred gasped at the sight of it.A diamond in the rough 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"This is your ship?" He asked, staring up at it. "It's huge!"
"Ay, this is her. Come on, stop dilly dallying and follow me on board."
"Y-Yes, sir!" Alfred kept close to the shorter man as they walked. His blue eyes scanned the entire vessel with childish curiosity. Just from on the dock you could see how monstrous in size this ship was. It was dark in color but the wood was carved neatly into exotic patterns that told stories like the ones Alfred used to read about. He remembered dreaming of them every night as a child. There were eight legged sea monsters and beautiful women with the tails of fish singing to the heavens. He gazed at what looked like Scylla and the lock ness monster all in a line fighting the heroes of long told stories.
Upon reaching the top, Alfred saw the rough ropes that hugged the masks he'd only ever saw from his bedroom balcony. His eyes scanned across the sails hanging ta
UKUS 11Silence.UKUS 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It pierced Arthur painfully, his cheeks sweltering under its pressure and anticipation.
Each pair was fixed on him, including the smiling man kneeling in front of him, holding out that little box filled with surprise and expectation.
Was he breathing? Arthur wasn't sure anymore. He couldn't feel it, just every eye on him and the burning heat in his face.
"A-Al Al I "
Then, disappointment. Surprise.
Alfred watched as his lover whipped around, running up the stairs towards his room, leaving him kneeling there with ide eyes and no answer.
"Ar-Artie?" The American's voice was soft, rarely afraid but still hurt and he stared with pain in his blue eyes up the staircase the Brit had run off to.
It filled the air again until every surprised eye was on Feliciano who thought quick and ran forward, grabbing the microphone.
"That's it, everyone! Thank you for coming! Feel free to escort yourselves out!" His Italian accent rang through the speaker quickly before he
UKUS 7England wiped the crimson liquid trickling down from his pale lip. He leaned on one of the round tables, catching himself before he fell again after being hit once more. Growling, he kicked the larger, bald man in the gut as he rushed after him again, sending the man to the ground.UKUS 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Germany had already knocked out one of the two men that had gone after him, while their boss had taken to England still. But, the bigger one of the pair was stronger and more stubborn, starting to annoy Germany. He sent punches and blows, only to be dodged mostly.
The bartender, aggravated the most out of the four left standing, was yelling at them to cease and stop. But, they all ignored him.
"I've had bloody well enough of this!" Arthur snapped, grabbing the back of one of the wooden chairs and swigging it with all the force he could muster in his drunken, beaten state, hitting the large, bald man in the head. For a moment, he had déjà vu, but shook his head at the unconscious man on the wooden f
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"I have to break up with you"
Alfred actually turned his game consol off, a sign itself of the seriousness of this matter, and turned to regard the small Englishman staring back at him with a slight scowl and unwavering determination.
"I said we need to stop seeing each other."
Really, they hadn't been having any problems despite all of their worries. Sure, they teased one another. Well, Alfred teased and Arthur mocked out of embarrassment, but it was more a show of affection then anything else. And while they lived so far away, countries drifting slightly further apart each year a fact that Alfred has sulked over for the entirety of a week before Arthur smiled and knocked some sense into him- , they seemed to spend more time together then apart. It was only a few months ago that Arthur realised he practically lived with Alfred, but it only pushed him to give in and admit just how serious
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Their visits were hardly able to quench the desire to be close to each other, feel the others presence and grasp those moments of just being home. True, they manage to regularly take time out to see each other but it simply never seemed enough. Finally that time comes around; Arthur brimming with carefully concealed excitement as the two settle back into his home to spend the week together...and Alfred falls ill.
So. Bloody. Typical.
It was hardly the lad's fault; England's weather hadn't been the most pleasant considering the time of year and it was always a possibility. Besides an earlier cold, his stomach hadn't been terribly pleased - as far as to turn down his favourite Mc Donald's meal, and no it hadn't been caused by Arthur's cooking thank you very much.
It was always strange to see the boisterous American so sluggish, wanting nothing more than to lie in bed watching movies all day. Of course, this kind of activity, cuddled toget
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The knock at the door
The door slammed. Bloody yank. Tired, venomous green eyes glared at the clock-the poor thing managing to keep ticking even after being thrown across the room at some point during the night- before slipping shut with a groan.
"Oi! Arthur! Common, open up buddy!"
Why had he dragged himself from his perfectly comfortable perch curled up on the table? The blasted American hadn't given up his insistent knocking; the loud thuds abusing Arthur's already painfully hung-over mind.
"I'll never drink again," he mustered while pinching the bridge of his nose. Of course, he'd made a similar declaration just days before.
Seeing as ignoring his friend was not deterring anything, already too late to pretend he wasn't it- shouldn't have answered the damn door, Arthur resigned himself to the fact it was going to be 'one of those days'.