Taking Over Me Chapter 2A few days had passed. He hadn't had any dreams recently, so he didn't see his "Dark" side. He decided to let it go, it was just a weird dream after all. He walked to Austria's house, with thoughts of Holy Rome going through his mind.
It had been a few hours since he had arrived. Hungary and Austria were sitting opposite of him. They were all silent, Hungary and Austria staring at Italy's sad face. Hungary looked at Austria and he sighed. He cleared his throat.
"You need to forget Holy Rome."
Italy looked up at Austria is surprise. He hadn't expected him to say that. They hadn't even been talking about Holy Rome. It seemed Austria noticed the question on his face.
"You always get this sad expression on your face when you think of him. It's easy to tell. But you should really forget about him, he's not coming back," Austria said harshly. Italy just stared at him for a long while. Hungary looked at Austria sternly but she knew there was no use denying it.
"I... I know he's not... But I c
Taking Over Me Chapter 1Italy sat outside on the porch. He sighed sadly. He never liked to be alone for long. When he was alone for to long, he remembered. He remembered Holy Roman Empire. Those were the thought's plaguing him. He remembered dancing with him, teaching him how to paint...Taking Over Me Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And most of all, the day Holy Rome left him with the promise of coming back. How many years has it been? He should be back by now. He didn't want to think that Holy Rome had forgotten about him. Holy Rome wouldn't forget about him, right?
"Ciao Veneziano," he looked up at the sound of his brother's voice. He got up and smiled.
"Ciao fratello!" Italy said as he opened the front door. They walked in and Italy closed the door.
"The potato bastard not here?" Romano asked and Italy shook his head.
"No, he went somewhere with Prussia," Italy said as he sat on the couch. Romano sat beside him. They were silent for a few moments. Romano looked over at Italy, seeing the tears forming in Italy's eyes. He sighed.
"You're thinking of him
Taking Over Me Chapter 3The next day, he was sitting at a meeting with all the countries. America, England and France were arguing as usual and Germany was getting irritated. Italy just stared at the table, not paying attention to anything. He felt a nudge on his side and he jumped. He turned to Japan, who was looking at him worriedly.Taking Over Me Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Are you okay, Italy? You've been unusually quiet," Japan said. Italy faked a cheerful smile. He needed to keep better check of his feelings. It seemed everyone noticed he was going into a depression...
"Si, I'm fine. No need to worry about me!" Italy said cheerfully and Japan smiled at him.
The rest of the meeting progressed as usual. Germany got fed up and yelled at France, England and America and got the meeting in order. Finally, the meeting ended and now Italy and Germany were walking home.
"Ah... Italy why are you crying?" Germany asked. Italy looked at him in confusion and felt his cheeks. Sure enough, his cheeks were wet from tears.
"I... I don't know," h
Taking Over Me Chapter 5Germany watched as Feliciano left yet again. He never knew where he went and he didn't want to find out. He had been living with Feliciano for about four days, and he could tell he did not like him. When ever Germany tried to talk to him, he ignored him or yell at him to leave him alone. Germany was wondering what he could do to get Italy back.Taking Over Me Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Meanwhile, Feliciano was searching around for clues. He went to Austria's house, a knife in his hand. He was going to get information from him and Hungary. He had a feeling they knew what had happened. Feliciano knew Holy Rome was gone, but he was going to eliminate the person who took him down. Then he would tell Italy and they could be together. He smiled at that.
He knocked on Austria's door and waited. When Austria finally opened the door, Italy gave him a devilish grin.
"Ciao. May I come in?" Feliciano asked and Austria looked at the knife.
"It's very unusual for you to carry a knife," Austria commented and Feliciano just rolled his eye
Taking Over Me Chapter 4A few months had passed. Italy was sitting on the porch, staring at nothing in particular. He was in a state of nothing, he barely responded to anything. Germany walked over to him and sat beside him. Italy looked at him with dull eyes.Taking Over Me Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Italy... Please tell me what's wrong," Germany said but Italy just stared at him. Italy shook his head and got up.
"I'm going for a walk," Italy said, walking away. Germany sighed in frustration and got up. He went into the house and called Prussia.
"Hello, it's the awesome me!"
"Prussia, can you please come over? It's Italy. He's withdrawing himself, I think."
"Hang on. I'll be over in a moment."
---Two hours later---
Italy was walking home. He had so many thoughts on his mind. He closed his eyes, sighing softly. He was so close in just giving up. He was tired of everyone telling him the same thing over and over. How did they know that Holy Rome was gone?
When he walked in, he saw Prussia and Germany talking. They immediately stopped talking when they
Taking Over Me Chapter 6Italy just stared at him in disbelief. That couldn't be true... There was no way that was true!Taking Over Me Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"D-Don't lie to me!"
"I'm not. Holy Rome is truly gone."
"No... No, he can't be gone... He can't be gone..." Italy said as tears began to fall from his eyes.
"I know who killed him as well. Would you like to know?" Feliciano asked and Italy nodded slowly.
"Germany. Germany was the one who killed him."
Italy's eyes widened as he began to scream, a scream so loud that the dream realm shook. Feliciano just grinned like a madman. He hugged Italy as he kept screaming.
"Shh, my dear. It's going to be alright... I'm here for you," Feliciano said as Italy's screams subsided. He looked at Italy and noticed the dull eyes. Feliciano smiled, Italy has given up. He unchained him, confident that he could keep control since Italy has given up. He sat down and cradled him in his arms. Italy's only response was wrapping his arms around Feliciano.
"Don't worry. I will get revenge for you. Would you like that?
Taking Over Me Chapter 8Everything was silent for a moment. Feliciano dropped the gun and fell to his knees, clutching his stomach. He was breathing heavy and trying to make the bleeding stop. Germany glared at Prussia, who had shot him.Taking Over Me Chapter 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Prussia! Why the hell did you shoot him?" Germany asked as he got up and walked over to Feliciano.
"Because if I didn't, he would've shot you!" Prussia said as he walked over.
Feliciano's thoughts began to swim as his vision got blurry. He covered his mouth before coughing up a lot of blood.
"Feliciano, are you okay?" Germany asked, but Feliciano ignored him. He reached for the gun but Prussia kicked it away from him, making Feliciano growl.
"D-Dammit, I... Can't keep control," he said, his eyes flashing between amber and red. He closed his eyes tightly, cringing when Italy took back control. He looked at Germany with wide eyes.
"Italy!" Germany hugged him when he saw Italy's amber eyes. Tears welled up in Italy's eyes as he hugged him.
"I'm sorry Germany... I think the end
Taking Over Me Chapter 9Bruised body, bloody scratches, screams so loud yet no one hears them...Taking Over Me Chapter 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Italy was sitting on the ground, crying. His hands were covered in bruises and blood. Feliciano just stood above him, smiling like a madman. He kneeled down and tilted Italy's chin up.
"You got to try harder. I'm not going to break your chain for you."
"I can't do it Feliciano! I'm not strong like you," Italy sobbed. They had been trying for weeks to break the chains. Feliciano just recently succeeded in breaking his, but he refused to help Italy break his. He didn't know what would happen if Italy actually broke his.
A slap, a strangled cry, these things never end...
"I can't stand being here with you... Don't you realize how miserable y-your making me?" Italy asked, not looking at Feliciano. Feliciano just stared at him with wide eyes, but he didn't say anything.
"I don't care if you help me or not! I'm breaking this chain! I know I can do it," Italy said as he stood up with new determination. He g
Taking Over Me Chapter 7A few months had passed since Feliciano moved in with Romano, and he made it clear that he didn't like him. It didn't matter, Romano didn't like him all that much either. He had smacked him and demanded that Feliciano give control back to Italy, but Feliciano punched him and told him Italy didn't want contol. But for the past few days, that statement seemed to become false.Taking Over Me Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Feliciano was walking toward Italy in the dream realm, noticing he still had the same dull eyes. Felciano always found him like this, no glimmer of life or hope. So why was his control on Italy's body decreasing? He just didn't understand.
He kneeled down in front of Italy and tilted his chin up. Italy shifted his eyes so he was looking at Feliciano. He just smiled and gave him a soft kiss.
"Hello my dear Italy. You seem just as lively as ever," Feliciano chuckled as he pulled him in his lap. Italy laid his head on Feliciano's shoulder and sighed. He mumbled something but Feliciano couldn't hear him.
"Come again? Yo
Taking Over Me Chapter 12I sit in my room for hours on end, listening to the endless ticking of the clock.Taking Over Me Chapter 12 in General Fiction More Like This
Feliciano walked into Italy's bedroom. He had the curtains drawn and the lights were off. He was laying on his bed, his back to Feliciano. It had been like this for a few days now and Feliciano was getting worried. He walked over to the bed and sat down.
"Italy? Are you okay?" he asked, not receiving a response from him. He sighed and pulled the covers off of him.
"Italy! Come on, say something!" Feliciano growled, but Italy was still silent.
I've lost everything that even matter. My childhood friend, my playmate, my love. It's all gone.
Finally, Feliciano got up and pulled Italy up by his arms. Italy let out a small whine, but Feliciano ignored it as he pushed Italy against the wall. He glared at Italy as he slapped him. Italy didn't even react.
"What the fuck is the matter with you! There's no damn reason to act like this, and you know it! Stop being a baby and do something about it!"
Taking Over Me Chapter 10When Germany made it to Italy's house, he tried to open the door. Of course, it wouldn't open, so he knocked on the door. He heard footsteps but instead of Italy, it was Romano.Taking Over Me Chapter 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I told you I didn't check him out!" Romano yelled when he saw it was Germany. "I'm on my way to the hospital right now."
"There's no reason to go, he isn't there," Germany said and Romano glared at him.
"Don't fucking joke around with me," Romano growled as he walked away. Germany sighed and left. Where else would Italy have gone if he wasn't at Romano's house. Right after he thought that he face palmed.
"My house," he said as he ran home. That's the only place Italy would go if he didn't go to his own home. But when he got to his house Italy wasn't there either. Where could he have gone?
"If only I knew who checked him out, then I might be able to find him," Germany sighed as he sat down on the couch. The phone rang and he looked at the caller I.D. It was a private call. He picked it up and pushed the talk bu
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“A little to the right,” Holy Rome instructed.
Italy bit him lip to stifle a snicker. He held a bag of manure above the back porch from the window. Moving it to the right, he got the bag right over Austria’s head. The oblivious country was looking at a book and sipping a cup of tea.
“Is it good?” Italy asked.
“Yes, release it now,” Holy Rome ordered.
Instantly, Italy released the bag and let it fall. He and Holy Rome then duck back inside, listening for the ‘splat
2P! Hetalia- Chibitalia pt. 1 Underneath a wooden crate, Chibi Italy and Chibi Romano both trembled in fear. The sounds of screams and explosions from the war have been going on all day. However, the sounds recently stopped but they were still afraid to venture out. They waited under the crate for a couple of hours until Italy lifted up the crate.2P! Hetalia- Chibitalia pt. 1 in Drama More Like This
“Wait, what if they see us?” Romano whispered.
“We have to get out of here,” Italy said,” If we stay here they’ll find us for sure.”
Slowly, he lifted the crate all the way up to take a look around. They were surrounded by masses of bloody bodies but he didn’t see any
Hetalia- What friends are for “Italy! Get up or you’ll be late for your training!”Hetalia- What friends are for in Humor More Like This
Germany’s screams could be heard all through the house where the Axis established as their home base. Japan was just pulling on his shirt for training when he heard them.
Oh no. Not again. He though.
It was six o’clock in the morning, the usual wake up time at the base. Japan had just finished buttoning his shirt when heard a knock on the door.
“You can come in,” he said.
Hetalia- Flowers Holy Rome glanced around the huge ballroom of the guests Austria invited to his Valentine’s Day party. The room was full of lovely flowers, delicious treats, and dancing couples. Holy Rome clutched a bouquet of roses in his hands to give to his Valentine, Italy. The prettiest girl he knew. He hoped she liked roses because the florist told him girls really liked them. He took in a deep breath and stepped into the ballroom. People chatted as he made his way around the room.Hetalia- Flowers in Romance More Like This
“Now where is she?” He asked himself.
Suddenly, he caught Italy’s adorable curl in the crowd. She was handing out sweets that Austria made to the guests as one of her duties. He quickly slipped through the bodies until som
Hetalia- Wedding Holy Rome adjusted his bow tie on his black tuxedo in the spare room of the large church. His hair was slicked and a white carnation was pinned on his jacket. He had thought about wearing the little hat he wore when he was a small boy but decided not to for this special occasion. Suddenly, there came a knock on his door. It opened and Austria poked his head in.Hetalia- Wedding in Humor More Like This
“Holy Rome? Are you ready?” He asked.
“Yes, I’m ready,” Holy Rome replied with a smile.
“Well, you’d better get up there now, the service was about to start.”
Hetalia- Runaway Romano pt. 1 Romano sat on the couch at Spain’s house, quietly eating a slice of pizza. The living room was a mess. There were drawings on the walls and stains on the floors. Then he heard those familiar footsteps come into the room.Hetalia- Runaway Romano pt. 1 in Drama More Like This
“Romano!” Spain cried,” I thought I told you to clean this place!”
“What do I look like, the maid?” Romano snapped back.
“Could you have at least eaten in the kitchen?”
“The kitchen chairs are too damn hard!”
Hetalia- Runaway Romano pt. 2 France sat on the couch with ladies on either side of him.Hetalia- Runaway Romano pt. 2 in Drama More Like This
“So, are you girls tired?” He asked them,” My bed is big enough for the three of us.”
The women giggled. France was about to smooch one of the girls when there was a knock on his door.
“I’ll be right back,” France said, getting off the couch.
He walked over to the front door and opened it. He was greeted with a fist to the nose.
Hetalia- Sun Burn Japan walked through the London airport early in the morning. Tired from the flight, he quickly walked down to the baggage claim. Once he got there he immediately spotted England in the crowd and headed right over to him. England greeted him with a smile.Hetalia- Sun Burn in Humor More Like This
“Hello there Japan. I hope your flight wasn’t stressful,” he said warmly.
“Thank you for inviting me over to your house,” Japan returned.
He spotted his small suit case on the conveyor belt and grabbed it.
“My car is just out there,” England said,” There shouldn’t be too much traffic so we’ll get to my house soon.”
“Okay,” Japan said.
They quickly got out of the room just as a giant wave of newcomers came in. England walked r
Hetalia- LettersDear Holy Roman Empire,Hetalia- Letters in Romance More Like This
Mr. Austria was nice enough to let me use some ink and paper for me to write this letter to you. I hope you are doing well and that you are winning the war you are now in. I am sending you some treats to cheer you up when you are down. Please write back as soon as possible.
. . .
Thank you so much for the treats you sent to me. They warm my heart every time I eat them. I cannot wait until the time when we can be together again. Just wait a little longer for me. This war will hopefully be over soon. Take care.
Holy Roman Empire
. . .
Dear Holy Roman Empire,
I’m so glad you are doing
Meet His Opposite (Part 2)Lutz didn't know what had happened, but he was sure he was about to kick that damned Englishman's arse.Meet His Opposite (Part 2) in General Fiction More Like This
"Oh my," Oliver laughed, "seems as if something went wrong with my magic."
"Obviously," James groaned. "That's what you get old man."
"WhereWhere am I?" A small Italian voice piped up, drawing all attention to him. He looked like Northern Italy, but was no way the Alessandro they knew. Alesandro's hair was a few shades darker with red eyes instead of this boy's bright gold. Also, the uniform was bright blue instead of brown. "What's going on?" His watery eyes wondered across the group of people until they landed on Lutz. "Germany?"
The German had no idea how to respond. Could this weak, frail-looking nation really be the first player Northern Italy? It seemed impossible. These two were just too opposite. Lutz found that he couldn't answer.
"Ciao." A blonde, sunglasses wearing Italian stepped forward.
Seeing the blonde only seemed to confuse the 1P even more. "Fratello?" He whis
Meet His Opposite (Hetalia 2P/1P Fanfiction)The German didn't want to believe it. They looked so similar, both having the same features and even walk. Yet, this wasn't his little Italian. No, not at all. Italy wouldn't sit like that. He wouldn't have such a sinister smile in place nor be boldly flipping a knife in the air like that.Meet His Opposite (Hetalia 2P/1P Fanfiction) in General Fiction More Like This
Germany turned to the single person who could be responsible for this. "England, what is the meaning of this!?" He snapped, trying to keep the shaking worry from his voice.
The blonde Englishman shook his head. "I honestly couldn't tell you," he said. "I haven't even messed with my black magic lately."
"It's Oliver's fault," the dark Italian piped in, speaking for the first time. He tossed his knife into the care, catching it with ease. "The idiota nation decided to call a war in the middle of our meeting, blasting me with Dio maledetto black magic." Italy sighed, jumping up from his perk on the table, placing his knife back in its holster. "No doubt Lutz and Koyo are fighting those vile Allies as we
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Their Special Place
Germany frowned as he approached the Italian's house. All the lights were off and there was no signs of either Italy or Romano being out in one of the many gardens. It worried him more as he found the front door unlocked. Had something happened? Were the two brother's being attacked again? Invaded?
“Italy? I'm coming in,” he called, just in case. The blonde walked into the house, flipping on the light and closing the door behind him. No sound could be heard. Where was that hyperactive pasta lover? “Italy!” He called again.
“They aren't here.” The voice was quiet and calm. It was nothing compared to either Italy or Romano's.
Germany followed it into the kitchen. “Japan. What are you doing here?” He asked his ally. The Japanese nation sat at the island in the center of their large kitchen. He read a book, not looking up at his blonde friend until he had finished his page.
Placing his bookmark in,
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She tried to scream only for it to be caught in her throat with the fear. She wasn't sure why she even tried. No one would help her. The villagers where the ones who put her here. Her friends and family, her neighbors, the people she knew her whole life left her out here to die. It was all because they were too afraid of him!
A bit of vile rose from her stomach, leaving a horrible taste in her mouth. They left her out here to die because they feared the man. The blonde man from her childhood. Only once had she ever seen him. When she was a child and ran out into the night in search of their family's kitten. He had appeared out of darkness, as if actually part of it, and stared her down. Then, dropping to his knees, he held out the lost kitten for her, leaning in and whispering, “Lucky child. Never again come out in the darkness less you wish to see the true horror of it.” Then the man was gone.
It wasn't until years later she discovered why he was o
PrussiaXVampire!Reader"I don't need you!" Prussia yelled. He tossed his bottle of beer at the bar's window, successfully breaking it. Then, took off into a sprint before the owner could catch him. After the albino had run a few blocks, he stopped, bending over with his hands on his knees to get a breath. "Damn, it's hot."PrussiaXVampire!Reader in General Fiction More Like This
After the forgotten country had regained some of his energy, he continued on his way back home. "West will kill me when he hears about breaking the window," Prussia muttered. He cut through an ally way, in hopes of getting out of the heat.
The country jumped at the sound.
"Who's there!" Prussia yelled. "I'm warning you, I'm stronger than I look!"
Out of the shadows stepped a woman. "Hot," she whispered. "It is hot."
"What?" Prussia took a step back. The woman was pale and had even redder eyes than his own. "What do you want woman?"
Cautiously, the woman took a stride forward, coming to stand in front of the albino country. She reached out, caressing his check. "Cool," she breathed
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She stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame as she watched him with the smallest smile on her face. No matter how much she hated it, that heaviness in her chest wouldn't go away. She knew it was cruel, to be jealous of this, but couldn't help it. Truthfully, being jealous of this was senseless. She knew that he cared for her. She knew it. Yet...seeing this left a pain in her chest that she couldn't wish away.
Why did music make Austria so happy? Why couldn't she make him smile like that?
The vibrations slowly came to a stop, that being the only thing telling the young nation that Austria was coming to the end of his song. She wished she could hear it. More than anything, she wanted to hear the thing that brought her love the most joy. A small sigh escaped her lips as, yet again, she hated her majority for being deaf.
Austria was about to start a new song when he felt the air shifting. Looking beside him, he saw _ sitting down on his bench. She l
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News spreads fast.
I had recently gotten pregnant with my husband and we were told we would have two children.
We were..so happy...
She wiped away a few stray tears that managed to spill onto her pale cheeks with the back of her hand.
We had decided that we would name our twin sons Feliciano and Lovino,the names meant Fortunate and beach.We were so happy as I was saying,We began to make plans on when we would get married.
Now I just don't know why I was so happy..
To have a child,I didn't know what was going to happen I..I..
She buried her face in her hands,sobbing loudly as the tears spilled from the small crevices in her cupped hands and onto the black and white ultrasound photos sitting on the coffee table."I'm sorry..!" escaped her lips over and over again in miserable pleads,her wails echoing throughout the quiet living room of her home.
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I SWEAR LISTENING TO THIS WILL HELP SOOO MUCH.
It was a cold winter afternoon.
There sat the blonde boy,curled up against a wall,trembling violently.
"Why can't they see me?Why?"He whimpered quietly as fits of laughter erupted from downstairs.He slowly crawled out from his spot in the corner,peeking through the door only to see his parents laughing with some neighbors.He watched them intently as they ruffled the child's messy golden locks before them that had belonged to the quests.His purple eyes scanned their faces,filled with pride and joy at this boy..This boy that wasn't even their son!Rage coursed through his body as he stomped down the stairs furiously.The two adults whipped their heads only to see the child stomping down the stairs."L-Laura can you please take care of..him?"The man whispered to the brunette woman.She nodded,and stood up to
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(A/N:I lost all my frucking writing from before on here so now I have to re-do it all over again and try to remember most of it.I was extremely pissy when that happened and gave up on it,But now I have my strider juice and pizza so I am...INSPIRED)
You began to wipe a wine glass with a lacy towel as your eyes probed into his,staring into his soul and probably creeping the fuck out of him.
"So what's up?" You asked with a wide grin that shows off your pearly whites marvelously."Calm your tits girly.Your creeping me out." He scowls prying you away from his face.You pout childishly as Artie steals a glance from you,his cheeks flushed.
"So what's going on numb nuts?" You ask once you regain your composure and back up to lean against the counter behind you whilst wiping the cup."I got drunk." He replies nonchalantly as he continues to rub his temples with his fingers impatiently."No shit." You reply as Al and Matthew let out a short chuckle.
You turn away abruptly,Your skirts and petticoat
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It had been a long time since that incident when you were a mere child.Only 10.
You had just woken up from a long and tiresome night,baking...'cake' as you called it or whatever it was.
You sat up in your black bed with your hot pink comforter showered in black polka dots covering your body as you drank some...'strawberry' tea.
You were now 20 years old and known as the psycho path nicknamed "misfortune" in your case. No one knew your identity,They just thought you were plain old _______-chan.
The sweet girl sweeter than the word sweet itself who ran the cake shop known as "Biscotti-Chan" which in English was called "Cookie-Girl".
You were known to be dressed in lacy,frilly,and fluffy Lolita like dresses that were almost always black,white and purple which matched the color scheme of your Gothic yet cheery Lolita style cafe that almost always had customers that somehow left through your backdoor when they stayed late. Once you had completely butchered and packed up your victims into a
Letters to Holy Rome 3*4 months later*Letters to Holy Rome 3 in General Fiction More Like This
Dear Holy Rome,
Every day goes by, one by one. Each lonelier than the last. I have my Fratello but he yells. You never yelled at me. Your voice was always calm and filled with caring words. I found something of yours yesterday. It was your old blanket. It's now my lucky charm and I never let it out of my sight. It smells just like you. I miss that smell. Please come home soon. I love you.
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-several countries decide to go clubbing-
*Lithuania and Poland*
"Hey Lithuania!" Poland shouts even though Lithuania is sitting on the couch right next to him.
"Um. Yes?" Lithuania questions,afraid of what Poland wants.
Poland takes Lithuania's hand and smiles. "Well...there's like this totally sweet club that just opened up."
"We should like- totally go!"
"Um...I don't know..I've never been to a club..."
"C'mon! It'll be so much fun!" Poland then looks at Lithuania with puppy dog eyes he knows he won't be able to resist.
"Yey! I'll like- totally go get all pretty!" Poland kisses Lithuania and rushes upstairs.
"What did I just agree to?" Lithuania thinks,half regretting it.
*Prussia and Canada*
"Hey Mattie!" Prussia yells, barging into Canada's bedroom.
"Let's go to a club!" He smiles, and jumps onto Canada's bed, just missing him.
"Ah! um...a clu
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"Bye!!" You call out to a fellow co-worker as you leave your new workplace, a small diner. It's dark out but you're tired so you decide to take a short cut home, through an old ally. You're halfway down, when you feel a hand cover your mouth, which muffles the scream you let out. Then, you feel a piece of fabric being put over your now wide *insert eye color* eyes. You try screaming again but it's no use, so you just struggle. The stranger which has now grabbed your arm, drags you with them. You hear a car door open, and before you know it you are thrown onto something. The back seat of a car, you infer. The sound of a closing car door is heard, followed by another open and close, which sounded like it came from the front seat of the car. You reach to take the blindfold off, but hear a familiar voice say:
"Don't you dare take that off, little miss."
Scared, you put your trembling hands down. "Who are you and what the hell do you want?" You stutter.
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Dear Holy Rome,
I now cry myself to sleep. I keep having nightmares. It's getting worse. I don't have anything to reassure me, and help me fall back asleep. Miss. Hungary comes in sometimes to soothe me, but it doesn't always help. I sleep in their bed every once and a while, but i feel bad because i scream in my sleep. I miss you.
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Dear Holy Rome,
Today was my birthday. This was my first birthday without you. As everyone sang happy birthday, I knew there was one empty chair. I make sure nobody sits in your chair. I want it perfect for when you come back. I even miss your terrible singing. It always made me laugh. Whenever I eat,I look at the empty chair across from me. I wish it wasn't empty. It makes me cry sometimes. I still miss you.
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Dear Holy Rome,
I'm getting too sad to write these letters. This will be the last one. I'm sure I'll be fine. I'll love you forever, and I miss you. This choice is hurting my heart even more, but Mr. Austria said it isn't healthy to spend so much time in my room. I know i said it a million times, but please come home.
Your best friend forever and ever,
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Dear Holy Rome,
It's getting harder for me to write these without crying. I still love you. I miss your warm hand holding mine. I miss your smile. I miss your delicious food you used to make me. I miss every part of you. Miss. Hungary noticed me crying yesterday and she asked what was wrong. I told her I had a big hole in my heart. She told me that is what love feels like when the other person isn't there. I wish I could see you again Holy Rome.
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Alfred sat on his bed staring across at Ivan's bed. Except it could hardly be called that. Ivan's bed sheets were gone. Ivan's desk was gone. Ivan's closet was empty. Ivan was gone.
Alfred's cellphone rang on his bed beside him. It had run a few times, his 8 bit version of the Spiderman theme song replaying twice before going to voice mail.
He was glad the voice mail on cell phones weren't like the old answering machines that let you hear the caller say their message because he didn't want to hear anyone's voice. He wanted complete and utter silence. He closed his eyes.
His mind wandered back to when he was eight years old.
Alfred and Matthew were out on a dock, the summer breeze drifting off the lake and ruffling their hair and swim trunks.
Their parents had rented a cottage on Lake Michigan. They'd live there for a month, hanging out, swimming, canoeing, counting stars, fishing, and just plain being brothers.
Matthew looked over to Alfred, putting on his serious face which Alfred har
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"Brother?" Alfred frowned. "What have you been smoking? You're only like three years younger than my biological parents."
Arthur was all riled up. He knew there was reason why he and Alfred hadn't connected properly. "I don't mean literally by blood or anything... But your name is really Alfred F. Jones?"
"Yeah," Alfred said. "So?"
"Your parents were my sponsors!" Arthur said.
"Sponsors?" Matthew asked confused. "What do you mean?"
"I'll explain it later, Mattie, but Alfred." Arthur handed him back his wallet. "You were the little boy I talked about. I called you Alfie and you called me--"
"--Artie..." Alfred's eyes widened. "You're Artie?! I thought you didn't exist! You disappeared when I was six and my parents said you were an imaginary friend I made up!"
"No, I'm real! I swear!" Arthur said. "I was there since you were a year old until you were six! I was seventeen at the time and that's when I came out to them!"
"Wait, you knew Eleanor and Benjamin Jones?" Matthew asked.
"Yes! I g
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Arthur was just packing up from his shift. He wanted to get home early to see if he could find something to bring to the meal the next day. Francis had invited him to his Thanksgiving dinner and although the Brit didn't celebrate the holiday, he could tell Francis really wanted to put a lot of effort into this and there was no point in turning down good food. Company was nice too, despite Arthur's general aggression towards Francis and his friends. He thought of Matthew as a friend and Elizabeta and Roderich were invited too so it couldn't be half bad. And perhaps he'd bring scones or something to show his appreciation...
However, he had business he really needed to get to. Once ready to go, Arthur instinctually checked that no one was around and headed off to Elizabeta's office. She asked him to meet her after work so he was very certain she had what he wanted. After a knock on the door, he was let in.
Elizabeta was in her chair waiting for him, Roderich accompanying her.
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Ivan woke up that morning feeling completely empty. What was he doing? Day by day he felt he could find less and less reason to get himself out of bed. A few months ago, he would wake up early just so that he could wake up the sleeping American beside him. He would hide Alfred's clothes just so that he could watch him panic about in his underwear for a bit. He would hold him close and kiss his ear as he attempted to get their books together. He would comfort him when he got upset about a course or a teacher. He would remind him that it all wouldn't matter as soon they graduate and move in together and buy a cabin on a lake all to themselves. Without realizing it, he and Alfred had planned their whole lives together and now... Well, a lot of plans had to be cancelled.
What am I doing?" Ivan muttered to himself. Thankfully his new roommate Heracles was still asleep and didn't think of him as a nutcase for talking to himself. Regardless, Heracles probably wouldn't think much of it. He was
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Matthew, Francis and Gilbert were out the next day looking for a Christmas tree. They had all been really busy with work and shopping and simply the season that they had put off buying their tree until the week before Christmas. The tree lots were all picked over but Gilbert didn't care because he believed it was a lousy way to get a Christmas tree anyway.
And that's how they ended up on a hay ride through a tree farm. The air was chill from a recent frost and the couple huddled together on the bristling stacks of hay. They had already gotten their tree and Francis was back at the lodge getting it wrapped and insisted that they go on the ride without him. So they did and they were enjoying it. Matthew was pointing out the different birds he recognized sitting amongst the trees they passed and Gilbert kissed his temple every time he found one. A thin layer of snow covered the bare limbs of all the trees and the ground was a foot deep in snow. The sound of the horse hooves crunching in t
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Arthur sat in his bed the same morning, staring at the wall. He felt so lost. The night before had been really upsetting but he knew worse. But still, he was so overwhelmed by the occurrences of the night before.
Alfred had kissed him...
But he actually didn't mean anything of it, did he? He was just overwhelmed. But why did it feel so extremely wrong? Like kissing a relative or the gender you're not attracted to? They were both men, both gay, both available...
He grunted and shook his head. This was stupid... He'd been through too much for this to be so troublesome. Growing up had been much more difficult. He had to endure leaving friends and family in England when his mother's job moved her to the States. Then he had to deal with the poverty that arrived when his mother lost that employment. He owed that part of his life to the support family that financed his way through high school. After that though, he was back to the rough times that he didn't talk about. The only part of that p
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That evening, they got back to Francis' condominium and put the boy to bed in his room. Francis did a small and chaste examination of his vitals, determining that the bruises weren't too bad and all he needed was some good rest and good food. So he started on the food to let him sleep. Antonio however was very curious as to why the boy was even there. A hospital was clearly a better place for him even if Francis was a doctor. He brought this up as he slunk into the kitchen to see what was being made.
"I saw him this morning in the exact same place he was when I picked him up," Francis said, offering Antonio a chance to sip the soup he had made. "He's much too young to be out in the streets..."
"So call a shelter or something," Antonio said sipping the soup. "What does he have to do with you?"
"Nothing at all," Francis said. "But did you even see him? He's adorable! They would kill him in a shelter. Or even worse!"
"True..." Antonio went to sit at the dinner table.
"Did you do what I as
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Matthew looked at his cellphone in surprise. He was out Christmas shopping with Gilbert and they had just turned down into the kids section of the department store. Gilbert was distracted but a series of stuffed animals he thought Marina might like because he was absolutely in love with them. While he was perusing over those, Matthew answered his phone.
Matthew nearly dropped his phone. "Alfred! Al...! What the hell!"
"I'm sorry Matt..."
"Do you know how worried I've been?!" Matthew asked. "I was so close to calling the police!"
"Hey, I'm not the one who disappeared for two months without notice."
Matthew pursed his lips. "I know, but... I couldn't call you. Couldn't you call me?"
"I could've..." Alfred said. "But, I really couldn't. I didn't know how to deal with this and i didn't want to go to you with it."
"But couldn't you at least have sent me some kind of text or something? I just wanted to know you were alive and well."
"Well, I'm sorry. But I'm alive an
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"So, you kissed Arthur?" Matthew asked.
"Yeah, Matt," Alfred said. "But it didn't mean anything."
The twins we're out for a late lunch, intent on catching up while Gilbert and Antonio did a little shopping in the Eaton Centre. More Gilbert really because Francis had refused to lend Antonio any more money.
"You don't just kiss people, Al," Matthew said. "You have to consider his feelings. If we weren't brothers and I kissed you right now, how would you feel?"
"Actually, don't answer that," Matthew said. "The point is, you really need to apologize."
"I'm going to talk to Arthur today, okay?" Alfred said. "And I did say sorry."
"You have to give him a full apology," Matthew said. "Sorry plus why you're sorry and that you won't do it again without permission."
"I won't do it ever again. I'm really not into him," Alfred said.
"Okay, fine." Matthew ate some more of the salad he had ordered. "Just don't say that. It may lower his confidence in himself."
"Why, just because I wouldn't wan
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The next half a week was Christmas preparations. Everyone helped out around the house. The tree had already been decorated as soon as they got it home but the whole condo was now being decked in garland and holly. There was a fight over who'd wear the Santa hat this year that Matthew opted out of. In the end, a rock-paper-scissors match determined Francis the winner and Antonio had to wear the elf hat while Gilbert and Matthew got to be reindeer. The house was fully decorated by Tuesday, Christmas Eve. That night, Lovino, Alfred and Ivan came to sleep over and they all had dinner and watched Christmas flicks. Francis was determined to make this an authentic Christmas and forced everyone to go to bed before eleven o'clock, letting Alfred and Ivan have his room for the night.
The next morning, around eight, there was an incessant series of knocking on Gilbert and Matthew's bedroom door. The German yawned and was about to get up to get it but a tired arm held him back.
"It's for me..." Ma
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I watch far too much investigation Discovery. That is all.
3 year old Maria Vargas sat with her legs crisscrossed on the floor in front of the door that separated her and her mother. Unknowing of what lies on the other side, she just sat there knocking on the door. It was 1 in the afternoon, and Maria had been up for less the an hour.
"Mamma....Mamma.....Mamma." She called repeatedly, each time her voice changing none at all. Her call was like a lost emotionless voice, asking for something that didn't exist.
In the background, the cry of her 5 month old baby brother could be heard, however her want for the door to open made her pay no mind to the crying of the baby boy. Other then the calling for mom and the baby's crying, the halls and rooms of the Vargas house was consumed with an Eire silence. You couldn't even hear their 17 year old older brother, who had to be somewhere in the house for sure. The phone began to ring, but nobody answered
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Romano grumbled, rubbing his head. Looking around, he, Romana, and (male/name) had appeared in a cell. It was small, dusty, and dirty. Romano heard Romana swear to herself, but didn't hear what she swore exactly. He heard (Male/name) whine a little, but nothing much came from him. Romano looked out the cold cell bars to see hallways and more cells. The once in front of him held a man. England, to be exact. England was looking in his direction with his arms crossed and his back to the cell wall.
"Fancy meeting you here. Come here often?" England joked.
"Oh, H-hey. It's England." (male/name) said, rubbing the dust out of his eye and sitting on his knees next to Romano.
"Dammit! We were so close to getting that little bitch." Romana hissed.
"Maria, right?" England asked.
"Hm She locked me up with _-"
"____?! Have you seen her?! Where is she now!?" Romano suddenly asked.
"Calm down, calm down!
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"After the forest, you shall seek open area, but not where you have tracked before." Maria's voice whispered softly in your ear.
"But am I telling you this correctly? Hmmm .I believe there is much more to this then you think."
"See In my world, nothing will go as planned."
"For you ..that is."
And then you awoke to someone falling on you
It took up hours of your time. Well, see, the four of you decided to look for Maria by walking around the forest. It was hard to keep track of where you were. Other then a big tree or old stream base, there wasn't much to look at. You all made noises as you stepped on twigs and leaves. Romano and Romana were ahead of you, arguing, and you walked not far behind (male/name), who was humming to himself.
Sighing, you stopped walking and sat down at the base of a large tree. Pushing the strands of hair out o
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“And I think we can stop here for awhile.” Germany sighed, wiping the sweat off his forehead and looking at the house he, Russia, America, Romano, Italy, Seborga, and you had started building. It was 3/10ths done, but still a great start.
“I looks like it’s getting dark.” Seborga pointed out, looking up at the tinted pink sky.
“Maybe we can all go out to eat someplace and Fratello and Bella can stay at my house!” Italy smiled.
“That sounds nice, da?” Russia smiled.
“But where should we eat?” You asked.
“How about Olive Garden!” America smiled. “Dude, I know you have one!”
“But the last time we went I-“ You started but Italy but you off.
“Sounds good!” Italy sang.
“Are you sure, Ita?” You asked, walking in front of Italy.
“Yeah! T-that is unless you don’t wanna go.” Italy looked down