Window to Another WorldThere was no logical explanation for the window. There was no magic in the world that would allow such a thing to exist.
And yet it did.
Alice had found it the moment she stepped into her room. It was a bit hard to miss, being the only large round window in the house. It appeared to be a normal window, if now a bit odd for the shape, until the fifteen year old girl looked through it.
The view from that particular window didn't show the forested backyard like all the other windows on that side of the house. Instead, it showed a view from out of a fairy tale. There was a Cinderella-esque village with an elegant pale castle rising on the edge of the horizon.
The first time Alice had seen it, she had stayed frozen in shock for a few moments, convinced it was all an illusion. But no, the people down in the street continued on with their lives, as the most likely did all other days of their year.
It became a regular hobby of hers, watching them. It gave her a chance to escape her own nightma
Not Forgotten (FrUK)Arthur didn't bother celebrating his birthday anymore. There was no point- even if he announced it, people didn't remember. Or they didn't care. Whichever. So the blond Englishman always spent the evening of April 23rd curled up on his bed, watching shows on his laptop and nursing a small bottle of alcohol.Not Forgotten (FrUK) in Romance More Like This
He didn't expect his twenty-third birthday, his senior year of university, to be different. He finished all of his work by five and then proceeded to flop onto the bed with some Earl Grey. It was tea now; he'd move up to rum or whiskey at around eight. When the knocking came at six, at first he didn't hear it because he just didn't expect anyone to come around visiting him.
But visit him someone had come, and the incessant knocking only got louder as time went on, until at last Arthur took notice of it. He paused the episode of Merlin he was currently on and got up, almost stepping in one of the many empty teacups already littering the floor around his bed.
"Francis?" Arthur asked w
Small Problems Ch.2 (USUK)Arthur flinched back again, cursing his luck. He stared up at Alfred's face and started shaking a bit. He would never admit it, no, but he was a bit afraid. He stayed still and silent, though, and hoped the taller nation would pass it off as an illusion.Small Problems Ch.2 (USUK) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alfred kept staring at him. "...Are you, like a fairy now or something?"
Out of anger, Arthur finally found his voice. "Of course not, you idiot!" he managed to shout up.
Alfred's confused face turned into a grin. "Dude...then what the hell happened?"
"I-I don't know..." Arthur muttered. He really didn't know what had gone wrong. It should be Alfred small and him normal-sized!
"What do you mean you don't know? It was apparently something YOU did! I mean, if you don't burn the food or drinks you make, course you're gonna screw it up somehow!" Alfred replied, grinning.
"Shut up! I'll figure it out, just go away!"
"Go away?! Dude, I'm a hero, I totally haveta help you now!" Alfred reached out with both hands, gently poking Arthur with one
Small Problems Ch.4 (USUK)Slightly breathless from being dropped, Arthur dashed to the edge of the pillow. "Alfred, come back!"Small Problems Ch.4 (USUK) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alfred cursed to himself. "No reason to..." he mumbled, closing the door and moving down the hall. But as he stood on the first step of the stairs he hesitated, his foot hovering in the air. He stood there for a moment before sitting down, and leaning his head against the wall.
"ALFRED!" Arthur yelled as loud as he could, but it was probably too late. He slumped onto the pillow, unwanted tears of anger and hopelessness leaking out. He angrily wiped them away, but more came. He curled into a ball again in the middle of the pillow.
Alfred heard his yells but shut his eyes, trying to mute them out. He sat there, not wanting to leave and honestly believing Arthur would screw up when doing something, and he'd need to save him. He sat there for a while when he suddenly fell asleep, on that last step on the top, leaning against the wall.
After about half an hour of just lying there, Arthur su
Small Problems Ch.1 (USUK)Arthur dropped the final ingredient into the simmering clear potion. The lock of blond hair fell from his palm and disappeared with a soft plop.Small Problems Ch.1 (USUK) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Finally, America, you'll see." he muttered to himself as he heaved the pot off of the flame and set it down on the cool stone floor of his basement. He then went upstairs and grabbed the old-looking phone off of its hook. He dialed, and waited for someone to pick up.
Alfred whipped out his phone, quickly throwing it in between his shoulder and ear, as he started to madly press on the buttons of his Xbox.
"Y'eeeeeeeello?" he replied, as an explosion sounded loudly in the background.
"Alfred, at least greet someone properly over the phone if you cannot do it in person!" Arthur snapped.
"What!? Dude, i said 'hi,' what else 'ya want?!" Another explosion sounded, and some gunshots as Alfred cursed loudly.
Pinching his nose, Arthur took a deep breath. "Would you like to come over for a drink?" he asked as calmly as he could.
The game immediately
An Unusual Bouquet (USUK)As soon as Alfred saw the bouquet, he knew he had to get it for Arthur. His English boyfriend would most likely murder him in a very painful and possibly public way, but he couldn't resist getting it. He found it online, but luckily there were still two weeks to Valentine's Day so there was only a slim chance that it wouldn't get there on time.An Unusual Bouquet (USUK) in Romance More Like This
He quickly ordered it and then sat back in his wheely chair, spinning on it triumphantly. He got dizzy after a while so he stopped, but the grin stayed on his face. He deleted his browser history, knowing that Arthur might check it later. Then he had over half an hour to kill before Arthur came home and upon some consideration decided to just make dinner to save them some time later.
He had just finished setting the table and had put the kettle on when he heard the door open and close. "Artie!" he cried, whirling to face him with a smile.
"Good evening, Alfred." Arthur responded, setting down his messenger bag and hanging up his coat before movi
Exchange Ch.3 (USUK)Gilbert had left, but Alfred turned back to his game anyway. There were always other people online he could kill. He was so absorbed in the game that he didn't hear his brother enter until Matthew spoke.Exchange Ch.3 (USUK) in Romance More Like This
"You seem to have had a change of heart." he said.
Alfred jumped violently. "Goddamnit, don't do that!" His heartbeat slowly started returning to normal.
"I did knock." Matthew looked amused.
"Oh...well anyway, what do ya mean?"
"About Arthur. A few days ago, you wanted nothing to do with the exchange program. Now you're like best buddies." Matthew pointed out.
Alfred shrugged. "Arthur's pretty cool. He could be kinda stuffy and uppity sometimes, but once he loosens up he's pretty fun to be around. He agreed to the LotR marathon! And besides, he's already here. It wouldn't be very heroic of me to make him suffer just cuz I didn't wanna do it. And...he didn't really wanna come here either, he told me, so I'm gonna show him that America's awesome!" He cut off there so he wouldn't ramble
Not Quite Straight (USUK)There was nothing wrong with being straight and working at a gay bar. That's what Alfred F. Jones told himself as he walked into the job interview. He needed the job (or rather the money he'd make from it), and besides, he liked the bar atmosphere. And the fact that it was a gay bar well, he was sure he could handle it.Not Quite Straight (USUK) in Romance More Like This
"They will hit on you." the bar owner, and Englishman in his late forties, warned. He was a bit skeptical about the whole situation, but the young man before him didn't seem daunted.
"That's fine, I won't mind." Alfred replied, shrugging easily.
"Are you sure, lad?" the owner asked. "How old are you, anyhow?"
"I'm nineteen, sir." Alfred gave him a small salute. "I'll be turning twenty in July. Don't worry about experience, I have that."
The owner raised an eyebrow. "Isn't the drinking age in America twenty-one?"
Alfred grinned. "I didn't drink. I jus served 'em. I don't drink at all. Heroes haveta be at the top of their game always, y'know?"
"I see. Why don't you come b
Exchange Ch.7 (USUK)Alfred stumbled back, an expression of hurt on his face. "Shit, sorry Arthur! God, I thought you- but 'course you don't. Shit, shit, I'm so sorry-"Exchange Ch.7 (USUK) in Romance More Like This
"You idiot!" Arthur yelled over him, cheeks getting red. "You absolute sodding moron! The last day?! You let me know how you feel on the last bloody day?!"
"What?" Alfred stopped short in his ramble of apology. "Y-You mean you don't, like hate me fer doin' that?" he asked, his blue eyes shining.
Arthur averted his eyes, his blush deepening. "No, of course not. In fact, that was quite," He gave a light cough. "Enjoyable."
"Can I do it again?"
Arthur's head jerked up, his eyes widening once more. He stared up at Alfred for a moment, and then nodded.
Alfred smiled softly before kissing him again. His arms wound around the Brit's neck, and he pressed the smaller boy into the wall of the house. His mouth moved feverishly, but gently, against Arthur's.
Finally, Alfred pulled away once more. There was a small smirk on his face. "You're it!" he cal
Exchange Ch.5 (USUK)The next day, it was announced that the exchange students and their hosts were going on a 3-day field trip to New York City to visit the Statue of Liberty and the Empire state Building, among other things. There were about fourteen of them going on the trip: six exgangees, six hosts, and two chaperones.Exchange Ch.5 (USUK) in Romance More Like This
Alfred was ecstatic. "This is so awesome, I've never been to NYC before!" he said when they were walking home.
"Really?" Arthur was surprised.
"Yeah. I've only ever been to Canada, to visit Mattie's other family."
"Matthew's other family?" Arthur was confused.
"Yeah. Mattie's my half-brother, see. We have the same mother. But my mom was married to his dad before my dad. Mattie's dad died when she was pregnant with him. Afterwards she met my dad, and then I was born." Alfred explained. "But Mattie has an older sister in Toronto that we go visit like once or twice a year. Mattie's dad had kind of an obsession with Japan and stuff so she's named Kuma, but she's pretty cool."
Exchange Ch.6 (USUK)He consequently fell asleep on Arthur's shoulder on the bus the next day. He managed to stay awake for a few minutes at first, but once the cityscape passed out of sight, he lost interest and his eyes closed.Exchange Ch.6 (USUK) in Romance More Like This
Arthur stiffened when he felt the weight on his shoulder, but Alfred was already fast asleep. He didn't find the position all that uncomfortable and he felt it would be rude to wake the American, so he didn't move. Instead, he immersed himself in one of the books he'd brought with him.
Then he felt a wet spot on his shoulder. He froze again, and blinked. If that was what he though it was... Arthur looked down and groaned.
"Alfred you git, you're drooling on me!" he hissed, shoving the American off him and towards the window.
Alfred woke quickly, his arms flailing a bit to help him keep his balance. "Wha- Oh, hey Artie. Why'd ya wake me?" he asked, blinking a few times.
Arthur sent him a glare. "You were drooling on me."
"Shit- sorry!" Alfred quickly wiped his mouth, looking more t
The Beauty of Silence - Chapter 1New York City was bustling, as usual. Subways were running, cars were honking and revving in traffic, tourists were oohing and ahhing, civilians were cursing and hurrying along, vendors were calling out their wares. It was music to the ears of Alfred F Jones, radio host of a rock station, who was humming as he hurried down the steps into the subway system. He snaked his way through the people all around him, towards the place where he had to buy his ticket.The Beauty of Silence - Chapter 1 in Romance More Like This
"You know what would be cool?" he mused to himself. "If people who live in the city could just buy a year-long ticket instead of a week-long or one-time one. Dude, that would save so much time!"
He pondered that as he bought his weekly ticket, then passed through the ticket readers and made it to his station. There was already a small crowd of people around, talking amongst themselves or on phones noisily. He smiled widely, looking around and letting the sounds flood through him. These were the sounds of home, to him. If he wasn't a
The Beauty of Silence - Chapter 2Alfred had a thoughtful look on his face as he entered the building he worked at. His radio station broadcasted from a very large building with all sorts of small, music-related companies inside. He headed for the elevator and pushed the button for his floor, 6. As that pleasant music wafted lazily through the elevator, he thought about what had happened on the subway earlier. He had been so out of sorts, trying not to anger Arthur for their differences. But in the end, it was that anxiousness and caution that had been wrong about it. He was a really accepting guy, after all, and never made fun of anyone for having a different ethnicity or sexual orientation or style or mindset or anything like that. But in all of those cases, he'd been able to talk from wherever and hear responses, which wasn't the case this time. It threw him off, he supposed. Aside from that, though Arthur seemed like a cool guy. He came off as pretty impatient and almost grumpy, but maybe he was just in a bad moodThe Beauty of Silence - Chapter 2 in Romance More Like This
The Beauty of Silence - Chapter 3Time flies fast in a place like New York city, and before Alfred knew it two weeks had gone by. He'd went out with Arthur for coffee another two times since their first meeting, and had successfully learned the alphabet in that voiceless language he realized Arthur was masterfully fast at. While he could only slowly spell out words letter for letter, his new friend could fire off a few sentences a minute. But, of course, he was more than willing to take it slow and teach properly, which Alfred was grateful for. After completely the alphabet, actual words stuck with him easier, being more prominent and unique in his mind. By the end of that third coffee meeting, he could offer a formal greeting, introduction, and farewell.The Beauty of Silence - Chapter 3 in Romance More Like This
"...And that's why everyone should visit LA before they die~ Seriously, a plane ticket is a small price to pay for endless fun and sightseeing! Okay, so that concludes today's session of the 'Patriotic Bucketlist'. Unfortunately, my lovely fans, my time is about up. I
The Beauty of Silence - Chapter 5"You used to be engaged??"The Beauty of Silence - Chapter 5 in Romance More Like This
Alfred gaped at his Deaf friend, but Arthur didn't answer, staring at the Frenchman about to get on the air. After a moment, he quickly ducked out of sight, just before Francis looked over at Kiku questioningly. The Japanese man raised an eyebrow at Arthur, but then shrugged it off and gave Francis an 'okay' signal to start. Once Francis began to speak into the microphone, Arthur slowly peeked up again. Seeing his chance, he tugged Alfred's sleeve again. He got the picture pretty quickly, and began to lead the older blond back towards the elevator. Once they were inside, Alfred leaned on the wall with a puzzled look on his face.
"When were you engaged? I had no idea you ever were."
Arthur shrugged, a slight frown on his face. But after a moment, he put pencil to paper again to explain. He was writing until they'd gotten out the door and onto the sidewalk, choosing his words more carefully than usual it seemed. Alfred dodged passers-by as he took it to read.
The Beauty of Silence - Chapter 4"Yo, Kiku!"The Beauty of Silence - Chapter 4 in Romance More Like This
"Ah, hello Alfred-san. You are here early today, Feliks is not done for another forty minutes."
"Ah, that's okay, I actually wanted to talk to you a bit."
The American man leaned on the doorway of Kiku's little techno-room, staying away from the machinery lest his friend throw a fit. He had that odd musing look on his face again, like the time that he confided in Kiku about his new Deaf friend. Kiku sensed this, and raised an eyebrow.
"What is it you need? And if it is advice, I insist I did not actually give it to you last time, so perhaps you should seek elsewhere."
"Nah, it's not that, dude. It's something else."
"All right, what is it?"
"With all of this fancy machinery and crap, is there any way you can make it so someone in the room with you can read what I'm saying as I say it?"
Kiku leaned forward in his chair, surprised at that.
"You mean like captions on the television, but without the video part?"
"Yeah, kind of!"
"Well, Alfred, captions do not work automatically
USxUK: 'I Love You'"H-hey, you git."USxUK: 'I Love You' in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey, Iggy! What's up?"
"C-come drinking with me tonight."
"Huh? You want me to go out drinking with you?"
"That's what I said, wanker."
"Because I feel like it! Are you coming or not, America?"
"...Yeah, dude, of course."
And that was how the conversation went.
Arthur Kirkland, the personification of England, had had a crush on Alfred F Jones, or America, for the longest time. However, being the socially awkward (a polite way to put it) person that he was, he'd never managed to say it. At one world meeting held in London, he decided to finally do it that night. In order to work up the courage, though, he'd need some liquor. After the meeting, he'd walked up to Alfred and the aforementioned conversation had taken place. Now, Arthur was walking to the bar, about to meet up with his crush, trying to squash his nerves.
I-It's not like he'd laugh in my face or anything. Right? He's not that rude..... bloody hell, this is America we're talking about! He's going t
USxUK: Camping Trip"Remind me again why you're dragging me out here in the wilderness, America?" Arthur grumbled as he followed Alfred through the forest. He was in a bit of a grumpy mood, since Alfred had woken him up early, forced him to pack, and dragged him out here without warning. Alfred laughed, perpetually happy as usual.USxUK: Camping Trip in Short Stories More Like This
"I told you, Artie-"
"I wanted to go camping! I'm not carrying this ginormous pack for nothing, you know!"
It was true; the pack on America's back was about as big as he was. But with his super-strength, he wasn't even slumping over at the extra weight, even though they'd been walking for hours now. Arthur adjusted his own, much smaller backpack, and frowned at the back of Alfred's head.
"And why did you make me come with you?" he insisted, wincing as a branch smacked him in the face.
"Because you're my best friend, Iggy! And I like spending time with you! It's fun!"
The personification of England blushed slightly at this. Alfred was always so cheerful. S
Carverse!USUK chapter 1Chapter 1: UnusualCarverse!USUK chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everyone was walking too fast down the sidewalks. No one ever slowed enough to even examine their surroundings. They were too busy. Busy working themselves to the bone and receiving hardly enough food for it. That or they were rushing to the best place to snatch a 'free' piece of food or expensive trinket to re-sell.
Arthur sat on the edge of a fountain with his knees up, simply watching everyone hurry along. His stomach grumbled but he ignored it. It would be hours yet before he could share the daily meal with his brothers. Watching people was a good distraction. He liked to look for interesting things about as many people as he could. One had the strangest white hair, and he looked foreign. Another had huge feet, and another wore the strangest glasses with a clockwork design in the frame. After a while, he finally spotted someone who seemed the oddest of them all someone who padded slowly along the street at half the speed of everyone else.
He looked a bit i
Cardverse!UKUS chapter 4CHAPTER FOUR: HIS MAJESTYCardverse!UKUS chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the next few days, Alfred had kept his promise. Each time Arthur was approached with food, he found he could eat just a little bit more. It was the same thing for breakfast each day, but dinners varied. The first day it was hamburgers (Alfred's favorite, apparently), then it was hot dogs, then steak. Alfred had actually brought it on a plate with a fork and knife, and taught Arthur how to eat properly. Arthur had rolled his eyes but did as he was instructed. It wasn't bad, he'd decided. None of them were. Though, his brothers were beginning to get suspicious, since now he was only nibbling halfheartedly on the daily meal, not hungry anymore. He usually fed the remainders to a stray cay who was always wandering around, when his brothers weren't around, of course. He had a fondness for that cat, with its lovely white fur and brown patches, the green eyes that always reminded him of his own. He'd named the cat Sherlock, and the only reason why he d
Cardverse!UKUS chapter 2CHAPTER TWO: THE CASTLECardverse!UKUS chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alfred made his way back to the castle just as slowly as he'd walked outside. There was still a lingering happiness bubbling up from his time with Arthur. It allowed for a true smile to remain on his face. Most of his smiles were completely fake, slapped on to please the crowds. Rarely was he happy. He wasn't allowed to be happy. Any time he finally did something to make himself be happy it either didn't work or didn't last.
But was Arthur was different. Alfred didn't have to do anything. The civilian was easy to talk to, and didn't seem bothered by his strange behavior. Alfred had rarely acted so energetic since he was a child. Even as a child, boughs of playfulness were few and far between. His father had been a stern man, and he felt a prince had to be quiet and listen so he could grow up into a fine King.
Well, here he was as King, a whole castle to himself. It seemed like a nice idea in theory, but he had told Arthur the truth when he'd said i
Senior Year 9The weeks flew by and Tom spent as much as he could of the last few months of his high school life with Gretel, who seemed to at least be enjoying as much as himself. Seeing that their time together was limited (they were going to separate universities for college), Tom seemed even more generous when it came to going out with Gretel. More often did he insist on treating her to another bowl of ice cream, another piece of cake, or that extra burger if she was still hungry.Senior Year 9 in Short Stories More Like This
And Gretel always had room for more. It seemed like her appetite had increased even more over the past few months, growing proportionally along with Tom's generosity. And growing along with it was, of course, her ever-expanding, voluptuous figure. Indeed, the last few months of school between her birthday in March and their graduation in June had been very, very good to Gretel.
As their graduation approached so did their graduation ball. Gretel needed to have a dress made, and who better to have one made than Mrs. Down
Senior Year 7It was the second time Tom had slept over at Gretel's place, in Gretel's room, on Gretel's bed, with Gretel herself next to him. And he was still amazed he made it through the night intact, or without soaking the bed in anxious perspiration.Senior Year 7 in Short Stories More Like This
The next day, Tom was woken up by his phone's vibrating alarm. No time to be pleasantly tickled awake by the sun streaming in through the window this timethere was school today.
He opened his eyes and sat upright before remembering what he had awoken to the LAST time he slept over. He turned rapidly to his side, looking down at the beautiful blonde sleeping angelically next to him. He smiled to himself. Gretel always looked so peaceful when asleep, her soft lips curled into a slight smile. She would smack her lips now and then, mumbling something like " yes, I'll have another please " Even in her dreams she was all about food! Silly girl.
He was relieved (though somewhat disappointed, he admitted) to find that both her mammoth breas
Senior Year 6The cool wind of the holidays was approaching. Tom was thankful that he lived in a warm part of the country, which meant the months of November and December were still warm enough to allow tight tees and tank tops, which were Gretel's garments of choice even during these cooler times. She did overlay them with a cardigan or light jacket every now and then, on the extra windy days.Senior Year 6 in Short Stories More Like This
Gretel's appetite had, if anything, grown even more as the holidays approached. Tom's shy coaxing and effort to buy her extra treats or that extra upsize upgrade whenever they were together was certainly contributing to that.
She definitely didn't seem to mind though. Tom speculated he provided a pleasant refresher from Sarah, Gretel's friend and guardian back at home who was sometime critical about her eating habits and weight. He was even starting to get the impression she actually LIKED him plumping her up on purpose. She certainly didn't shy on dropping hints when she wanted MORE. A typical day at the mal
Senior Year 10Gretel was forced to miss her last gym class of the year though, the coach having dismissed her on account of her uniform being "too much of a distraction". Gretel was a bit disappointed, but shrugged it off and bounced her way to the school cafeteria, where she spent her time eating even more while waiting for Tom. Once he was done with gym class, the boy arrived at the cafeteria to find the only student therea beautiful, very busty, very buxom blonde seated on her own at one of the tables surrounded by a few empty plates and pastry wrappers.Senior Year 10 in Short Stories More Like This
"Coach was so mean" pouted Gretel when Tom arrived. She was just wolfing down her very last cupcake, bits of it flying out of her mouth as she spoke. "He wouldn't let me exercise! My uniform hasn't gotten THAT tight, has it?" she went innocently as she gave her gym top's torn neckline a tug upwards, since so much boobage was spilling out. Her top rode up and showed even more of her now even fuller tummy.
"N-no, not at all Gretel! You're rig
Senior Year 14"Can you believe it just snapped like that?" Gretel said as Tom tied together her newly-repaired bikini top, thanks to his own resourcefulness. He had cut bits from her other bikini top's strap and used it tie together her now broken favourite apple green one. It was crude, but at least Gretel got to keep her fave bikini!Senior Year 14 in Short Stories More Like This
"Well, you HAVE grown quite a bit since you used this last, Gretel" he answered with a smile, tightening the knot of her improvised bikini strap. The poor straps and cups were as tight as ever, with Gretel's giant boobs pouring out of them. The two of them were going out that night, to check out the night life of the resort compound. "You're not just wearing your bikini out, are you? It's uhh cold" he offered. Although lots of vacationers visited the local bars and restaurants only in their swimwear (it was a beach, after all), Tom suspected Gretel would be violating quite a few dress codes with the amount of flesh pouring out of hers.
"Of course not, silly! I br
Senior Year 8Today was a day Tom had marked on his calendar: March 13, Gretel's birthday!Senior Year 8 in Short Stories More Like This
It was a Saturday, and Tom was at Gretel's house bright and early. Gretel had spent last night celebrating the eve of her 18th birthday partying with some girlfriends, and was still sleeping like a log in her room upstairs. Tom, meanwhile, was in the kitchen preparing.
"It's really sweet that you'd make Gretel breakfast in bed for her birthday Tom" smiled Sarah, watching Tom ready the bacon. "But did you REALLY have to make so much?" she went with a worried expression, as Tom dumped a massive pile of bacon onto a large plate.
"Sure! Gretel's got a healthy appetite and you only turn 18 once" he smiled brightly, as he placed the plate of bacon on a huge tray. It joined a mound of scrambled eggs, a pile of sausages, and a massive stack of pancakes drenched in syrup and butter. To wash it all down was an entire carton of thick, chocolate milk with a large glass. Beside the tray was the piece de resistance, Gr
Senior Year 4Tom and Gretel were becoming fast friends, spending most of their time at school together. They were, after all, partners and seatmates in nearly every subject, and lunch buddies as well. Though Gretel wasn't at Tom's place every single day (although she'd love for it to be, given the amount of food she got from Mrs. Downing!), they did hang around a lot after class visiting the mall, going out for a snack (usually Gretel's idea) or just chilling.Senior Year 4 in Short Stories More Like This
They didn't see each other at all during the first weekend, which disappointed Tom a little. But he did get to chat with her online on Saturday night via webcam.
At first all Tom could see was Gretel's beautiful, heart-shaped face, framed by her somewhat fly-away blonde hair, and that cute little mole under her eye. He could also see her exposed, faire shoulders. She was wearing a spaghetti-strap top or something, he guessed, as he could see the string-like straps digging into her flesh. But below that, he couldn't see. Not that he cared, jus
Senior Year 3The next day Tom's first class was, once again, English.Senior Year 3 in Short Stories More Like This
Gretel was late, and their teacher had instructed them to pair up again to talk more about what they were planning to do for the play. Tom found out that Gretel was right and the play really was a musical, with song and dance and costumes and everything. Tom was actually glad that he and Gretel had been assigned to the "dance" portion of the productionhe couldn't sing at all, and after Gretel's "lesson" yesterday he supposed dancing wasn't SO bad. He did have to work on the lifting though.
Tom was just pushing his desk next to Gretel's empty one when the blossoming blonde herself walked in. Either she was wearing the same blouse as yesterday, or her fresh one had lost a button as well. She got quite a few stares, Tom noticed, but Gretel just smiled obliviously and walked on (her chest bouncing with each step).
"Ummm " went Tom, staring a little at her pushing-out cleavage.
"Sorry I'm late. I had a bit of trouble with m
Senior Year 11And keep the cake coming Tom did. That is, until Gretel made a request.Senior Year 11 in Short Stories More Like This
"You know what would be reallyyyy good with this cake? Some ice cream to complement it! Oh, and some chocolate milk to wash it down" she said sweetly as she licked her lips after swallowing the last forkful Tom fed her.
She giggled up at him, one of her chubby arms still folded behind her head as her double chin appeared with her smile while her other arm grabbed the hem of her way-too-short top. She gave it a tug down, which caused it to tighten even further against her humongous chest which bulged up against Tom, only to have it ride up once more and expose her very plump, very well-fed belly.
Tom just couldn't say no to that. Gretel tonight was the sexiest she had ever been, and he didn't just think that because she had kissed him and he had gotten to grab her butt. She was at her fullest figure, and looked even fuller from being so well-fed throughout the day. He wanted to fill her up even more.
Senior Year 5The weeks turned to months, and as they did Tom noticed somethingGretel was definitely putting on a little weight.Senior Year 5 in Short Stories More Like This
She seemed to be snacking more than ever in between and during classes, and Tom noticed that her tray of food during their lunches at the cafeteria had reached the point of literally overflowing. It wasn't uncommon for a bowl of pudding or plate of cake to drop from Gretel's piled-high tray, only for her to apologize innocently and hurry back for another one.
Tom knew he was partially at fault too. Whenever they were out, he'd encourage her in the subtlest ways to indulge her culinary desires. Whether it be with a casual "The super-sized one looks more your money's worth than the regular", or a suggestive "isn't the extra-cheesy version more your type?" He'd even treat her to snacks or lunch every now and then, which she absolutely loved. Meanwhile, their afternoon's at his place after school were spent with Gretel gorging herself on Mrs. Downing's incredible cooking
Swimming Troubles (USUK)It all just happened so fast, and Britain had no control. One minute he was reading one of his favourite novels, the next he was tossed into the lake, where he and the other countries were currently on a vacation.Swimming Troubles (USUK) in Short Stories More Like This
He struggled for a moment, before going under, eyes wide as he tried to get back to the surface. He felt something grab his waist, and he struggled violently, releasing his air as he tried to shout, instinctively inhaling, only to get a lungful of water. He started to feel sluggish, and his eyes closed, falling limp as he passed out.
Breaking the surface, Germany swam him to shore, laying him on the ground and immediately started CPR. Everyone stay silent, minus France and Scotland, who were shouting at a confused and slightly terrified America. They were silenced when Britain coughed, vomiting up a bunch of water, and lay on his side, coughing up water with each breath.
‘Shit dude, I didn’t mean it!’ A loud familiar voice shouted beside him, and he shoved h
Potions (FrUk)England looked at himself, lower his head. He was currently a cat, an injured one at that, taking shelter in a back alleyway, shivering in the cold rain.Potions (FrUk) in Short Stories More Like This
America had been joking around, in his home, spilling a potion on him, and then throwing him out. Now he was lost, alone, and afraid, meowing quietly in fear as he shook. It was only getting colder as the minutes passed, and he feared he wouldn’t make it till morning.
He meowed again, freezing when something moved near his head, his small heart beating rapidly. Something grabbed him and lifted him, causing him to meow loudly, struggling in their grasp.
‘Calm down, litt’e one.’ England froze at the voice, knowing who it was immediately. He was turned, revealing France, who was looking at his damaged paws with a frown. ‘Wh’t happened to a pr’cious zhing like ‘ou?’ He cooed, covering the English cat with his coat, as he hurried towards his home.
Too exhausted by adrenaline leaving his
Of Loving Nightmares (UsUk)An occasional cry of fear escaped the tossing and turning figure on the bed, clearly caught in the throes of a vicious nightmare. The cries increased in volume, as the door was thrown open, and a tall figure rushed over to the bed, immediately gathering the sleeping figure into their arms.Of Loving Nightmares (UsUk) in Short Stories More Like This
‘It’s alright, I’m here, and it’s alright.’ They cooed quietly, not even flinching as the sleeping figure lashed out, punching them in various places. The comforting words worked their way into the sleeping figures brain, and the cries and struggles ceased, as the person awoke. Emerald green stared deep into cerulean blue, time seemingly non-existent as they stared at each other. Flashing a brilliant green, the once sleeping person escaped from the embrace, glaring at the other person, who looked on in confusion.
‘G-Get out.’ They ordered shakily, pointing towards the half-open door.
‘Why? What did I—GET OUT!’ The person shouted, grabbing th
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gave you everything, all that I had, but nothing I ever did was good enough. I have, and
still do, loved all of you, despite everything that has ever happened. Well, I have
received your message. I have received it loud and clear.
RING! RING! RING! RI- ‘ello?’ A tired voice whispered, its owner rubbing his eyes tiredly.
‘Turn on your tv right now!!!’ A panicked voice yelled, causing the man to rise. Not used to hearing terror in his ex-colonies voice, France did as he was told. A special bulletin flashed, and a shot of the London Bridge was shown, lights pointed down at the water below, divers disappearing and reappearing on the surface.
‘Just minutes ago, a man jumped off of the London Bridge, miraculously not hitting the Bridge as he fell down. Divers are frantically searching for the body, but
Acceptance (Naga!England x America) (Part 1)Alfred was completely and utterly lost.Acceptance (Naga!England x America) (Part 1) in Short Stories More Like This
‘Ah man, I knew they would do this!’ He muttered to himself, pushing past a particularly large bush. Alfred had been forced into the dark woods that were far from his town, on an impromptu camping trip, and the moment he had stepped from the car his so called ‘friends’ drove off, leaving him abandoned.
So now he was trying to find his way back to civilization, starting to freak out as the sun started to set. Stumbling into a clearing, Alfred sat down on a rock, looking around fearfully.
He was never one for scary stories and movies, but now his imagination was in overdrive, and he was terrified out of his mind.
‘Come on man, I gotta keep goin’.’ He kept telling himself, but his body wouldn’t have it, and so he sat. Something rustled to his right, and he whirled around, eyes focusing on the spot, before there was a flash of movement.
He was up and running at that, not looking where he was going, and
Canadian Birthday (PruCan)Opening his brilliant violet eyes, Canada frowned.Canadian Birthday (PruCan) in Short Stories More Like This
He knew it would be the same old routine, despite the fact that it was his birthday. Sitting up, he yawned, shuffling his way downstairs. Nobody ever remembered his birthday, for his brother’s overshadowed his, and he was always forgotten.
Entering his kitchen, Canada nearly had a heart attack.
‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!’ There stood Prussia, with his usual stupid grin, holding out a stack of pancakes, the words Happy Birthday Birdie! scrawled in syrup.
Canada blushed, hugging his long term boyfriend before sitting down, devouring the pancakes quickly.
‘Vas mein birdie thinking he vould be vithout the Awesome me today?’ Prussia teased, smirking when Canada blushed, looking down at the floor.
‘Vell, ve are going to have an awesome day!’ And with that he dragged Canada out of his house, laughing when Canada protested, giving up when they got into his car.
The day, even though a bit strange at time
Baby Spell (Baby!America x Canadia)England knew things had gone wrong when the tall American that had been in front of him vanished. In his place was a little two-year old boy, who sniffled as he rubbed at his large baby blue eyes.Baby Spell (Baby!America x Canadia) in Short Stories More Like This
“England, w-what did you d-do?” Canada sighed quietly, picking up his younger brother who started to suck on his left hand.
“I didn’t bloody mean it!” The English nation blanched, watching the toddler snuggle into his brother’s arms. The three nations had been talking amongst themselves, when America had started to irritate his ex-caretaker. In a fit of rage, he had muttered a spell, resulting in the now child nation.
Canada sighed, covering the now sleeping child in his bomber jacket, while picking up the rest of his clothes. They couldn’t leave the world conference, so with a blush Canada walked in and shielded his brother, as England explained what happened. America slept through the rest of the meeting, waking when Canada closed the door of his ho
Bringing Him HomePrussia felt his heart stop as he watched France stab his brother right through the heart. He didn’t even realize he had sprinted across the battlefield and punched him in the face until he was kneeled beside the dying empire.Bringing Him Home in Short Stories More Like This
“H-Hey, stay vith me.” He gently cradled him, pressing against the gaping wound in his chest. A pale shaky hand stopped him, and pale blue eyes stared into his crimson orbs.
“I-Ich leibe dich…” He gasped, before his hand went limp and his eyes slid shut.
“Nein, nein! Stay vith me!” He shouted at him, already knowing it was too late. He shut his eyes and started to sob, holding his corpse close. He had been too late, and as a result he watched his brother die from a plot to break his power. He cried silently as it began to rain,
ignoring his soldiers as they left the sobbing nation to grieve.
He sniffled when he felt the limp body start to stir, and his looked down in shock. Pale eyelids fluttered open to reveal dar
Christmas Magic (North Italy x England)Feliciano winced as he watched his co-worker Arthur stumble and fall onto his face, amid the loud laughter of other partygoers. The Englishman just got to his feet and stumbled out, grabbing his coat and keys, cursing everyone under his breath.Christmas Magic (North Italy x England) in Short Stories More Like This
This was how every Christmas party went, and as always everyone laughed. This year though, the Italian followed him, grabbing his arm when he nearly took a tumble down a flight of stairs. He gave no protest when Feliciano drove him to his home, dragging him inside and onto a couch. Arthur let his head loll to the side as he gave him a drunken grin, and he rolled his eyes.
“Go to-a sleep.” He told him softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead as Arthur lay down, mumbling to himself. He giggled when the older country cuddled a pillow, falling asleep with a dopey smile.
The next morning the English nation woke with a splitting headache, mumbling as he downed some conveniently placed coffee beside him. The smell of bacon and cinnamon reach
Given Up Dear America, or Alfred F. Jones and the rest of the world, or those who care.Given Up in Short Stories More Like This
If you are reading this, well, you are. Funny how life throws you obstacles, and yet you expect everything to work out. Well, I couldn’t dodge the obstacles anymore; I just had to give up. Now, it’s not any one’s own fault, it’s just everything over the centuries that I have liv-no, suffered. This old chap just couldn’t fight anymore, and I suppose it’s for the best in the end. France, frog-face, I’m sorry about Jeanne, I really am. I never wanted to make you suffer, but I did, and all I can ask is your forgiveness. Sealand, I hope you are not here to witness this, but if you are, I’m sorry I couldn’t be the big brother I was supposed to be. I know Sweden and Finland will do a better job of raising you then I ever could have, and I hope you grow to be strong and happy. Scotland, Wales, Ireland, I never ever hated you, even after you treat
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"America How would you tell someone You love them?"
America looked up, confused by England's sudden question. "What are you talking about?"
England sighed, exasperated. He looked like he was trying to be casual, but he actually just looked really embarrassed. "How would you tell someone you love them?" he asked again, his voice beginning to speed up.
America just blinked at England, trying to keep his expression blank. He didn't exactly want to discuss love with the other nation, and especially when he wasn't prepared for it.
"Why are you asking me this?" America finally said. He couldn't think of anything else. "I mean," he continued, "it just seems like a really random question, you know?"
England blushed and looked away. "There's someone I've loved for a very long time and I w
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"Igirisu-san, are you okay?" Japan asked me. His face was his usual, blank expression, but there was worry in his eyes.
I shook my head. "No... I-I'm okay..." I looked over at America, who was in bed. Right after he had passed out, I had called Japan and together, we had somehow brought him back to his house. Japan, being the responsible country he is, was able to patch America up as best he could; now, all he needed was rest.
Japan was still looking at me, as if he expected me to break down or something. I frowned in annoyance. "Japan, I'm okay! But..." I turned my face away. "I'm worried about America..." Japan smiled at me.
"Of course you are worried about him. It's only natural," he said. I let out a sigh.
"Yes... You're right." I paused. "Japan, could you, maybe..." He nodded before I could finish, made a quick bow, and left the room. I silently wondered if he knew how to read minds.
I turned my attention back to America. Looking into his sleeping face, I felt
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America's Point of View (POV)
It all started with those stories England used to tell me.
I don't even remember the plots or titles of the stories; it's been far too long. However, I do recall one basic feature about nearly all of them. They were, in some form or another, about love. I guess you could call them fairytales. They were just like all those other classic damsel-in-distress stories the handsome hero falls in love with the beautiful princess, but they cannot be together for some reason. Sometimes it was rank, sometimes the king, something was always in the way. It didn't really matter; I adored them all the same. I learned something from them, though: I never wanted to fall in love.
Sure, in the stories the princess and the main character always ended up together, but I learned pretty quickly from my history lessons that reality wasn't like that. Things didn't work out perfectly like in those fables. I'd heard plenty of real-life stories to know
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America grabbed England's shoulders and stared at him pleadingly. He looked so pathetic.
England looked back into America's teary blue eyes, thoughts and emotions whirling around in his head. They were dull with grief and frustration. They could barely qualify as blue; they were more like a washed out gray. It really was quite disheartening. He remembered those round, bright blue eyes from all those years ago greeting him at the doorway and calling out to him...
He pushed the memories away. Going farther up the chain would only lead to the worst of them all. He never wanted to think about it again. And anyway, he had the present to think about. What had America said just now? That he...
No, that was impossible. Why would America love him? He had no reason to. Why would anyone like him at all, anyway? How could America stand to be with him all those years? But then again, America wasn't the easiest person to be with either. So why had the
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It was just another meeting.
Just more pointless bickering. Just more time wasted when we could have been doing something productive.
Just another place I'm forced to see England.
I rubbed my eyes and stifled a yawn as I watched Germany trying to get control of the meeting. He shouted and shouted, but no one was listening. There was too much chaos.
It sort of reminded me of my futile attempts at trying to confess to England.
I sighed and looked over at the source of my heartache. The green-eyed nation was currently yelling curses and insults as France tried to sexually harrass him. Typical.
A lump formed in my throat as I watched. I admit, I was a little jealous of France. He professed his love to practically everyone he saw.
I was suddenly jerked from my thoughts by Germany. He had somehow gotten a hold of a bullhorn and was comm
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My footsteps hit the bare floor hard with every step, creating a pounding rhythm with my heart. I flew around the corner and just ran, my fear growing with every thud. Was that really...?
I turned another corner. I had lost count of how many I had passed at this point. As soon as I looked down the hall, my rapid heartbeat stopped. I was right.
It was England.
He was curled up against a wall, sobbing hard. He must have overheard my conversation with France. It hurt to see him like that, as if he was going to just fall to pieces right there. I walked up to him and cupped his face in my hands, staring straight into his dull green eyes. He looked surprised for a second, but that was quickly replaced with anger.
"A-America..." he growled shakily. I didn't know what to say. What could I say?
"England, I-" I started, but he pushed me away and stood up hastily.
"Idiot!" he screamed. Tears were running down his face and his eyes were blazing with anger. I winced, gui
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I was standing in a grassy field. I didn't recognize where I was at all; no matter which way I turned, all I could see was the blue sky with its fluffy, white clouds and the lush, green grass. I sat down, confused as to how I had ended up here. Soft footsteps a little ways away told me there was someone coming. I lifted my head and felt a stream of sadness rush into my heart.
"England..." I whispered. He didn't seem to hear me, so I repeated his name, louder. "England!" I called. He didn't respond, and instead continued staring at the sky. "England!" I shouted as loud as I could. No reply. I sighed, figuring this was no different from everyday life. No matter how loud I cried, no matter how many times I tried, he could never hear me...
The sky turned dark, the clouds becoming gray and menacing. The distance between England and me seemed to grow with every second. I reached out for him, tried to run after him, but it was no good. I skidded to a halt when somethin
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The words sliced through England's heart, tearing it open and ripping it to shreds. Just three, simple words. It was amazing, really, what three words could do. But England wasn't thinking about that. He wasn't thinking at all, actually. His mind froze, not quite able to process what had happened. Tears were rolling down his cheeks, but he didn't notice or care. His knees collapsed underneath him and he fell forward, expression still blank.
Suddenly he understood.
His vision was blurred by tears and thoughts, his emotions swelling up inside him. He couldn't speak, couldn't move. Not even a change of expression, other than his eyes widening a little.
America was shaking, holding himself back. He wanted to scream, to tell England he didn't mean it. Laugh it off like everything else, say it was all a joke... But he couldn't.
It made him so mad.
His fists clenched even tighter. Even though he was wearing gloves, the warm, red liquid that was trickling fr
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America froze, but didn't turn around. He glared at the doorknob he had been about to grab. He knew that cynical voice. The very person he didn't want to see more than anything...
He heard England give a "hmph" and guessed he was crossing his arms. America allowed himself a tiny smile. It didn't last long, though. He had to get out of there before there was too big a confrontation. If there was, he might end up telling England everything. I won't let that happen!
Without turning around and keeping his tone neutral he replied, "I'm leaving. I don't want to be around you or Mathew. I thought I already made my feelings clear." He winced, realizing that he'd used his brother's real name. I can't make anymore mistakes...
England waited a moment before saying, "So, you're just... Leaving?"
"Yeah." America bit his lip. I've gotta make this quick and painless. "I'm sick of you guys! All you do is pull me down and tell me what to do! I hat
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England looked up, his tired eyes not fully registering what was around him. He vaguely remembered that he was in the conference room. A meeting had just ended and he'd thought everyone else had left. The only reason he wasn't gone too, was... Well, he didn't really know why. His legs just couldn't seem to support him. Yawning widely, he whispered, "Alf-America...?"
"A-Ah, no, Canada." Canada laughed nervously. England stared at him blankly for a minute and then rubbed his eyes.
"What do you want?" he asked quietly, as if he was unable to raise his voice above a whisper.
Canada gulped and said, "W-Well you just seem so tired, England... I wanted to know if you were okay..." England thought he heard a deep sadness in the other nation's voice, but he couldn't be sure. Sleep-deprivation was overriding everything.
"I'm fine," he lied as another yawn hit. "I just... Couldn't sleep last night..."
"Why? Does the reason have to do with..." Canada looked away and his voice was trembl
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Three months later
Stiles woke up feeling groggy when he heard his Dad yell for him to get up; looking at the clock Stiles saw it was 7:30 and it was a Saturday
"NO SCHOOL TODAY!" The teen yelled and flop back on the bed, a few moments later he growled as he rolled out of bed with a thud he landed on the floor "Awo." He whimpered , she sat on the floor in his boxers and t shirt shriving he moaned at his coldness as he felt tired more than normal and he is a wolf, tiredness should not happen. Pushing himself up he finely stood and as heard his dad close the door and start the car off to work, a seconds later Stiles started to feel like his stomach was going to explode if he moves, he stood there and he felt a little dizzy has been for weeks and in no time at all he covered his mouth and ran to the bathroom and manages just in time to throw up, after pulling out head out the loo he rested against the bath and flipped the flush.
Within hours he felt better, he got dressed and shoved food
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Scott rush over to Derek's house at 8 am after he heard about Stiles form his mum, he realised when Stiles called him it was because he needed help and now he is sleeping over at Derek's alone, he ran into the house "Derek!" he yelled out as he ran up the stairs he could smell Stiles in one room but found it empty, he moved into Derek's room and pushed open the door and stood at the door, he was frozen to the spot there was Stiles on the bed warped up a single bed sheets in Derek's arms "What the "
"Shhhhh." Derek hissed and he sat up looking at the younger wolf "He's a sleep." Scott's brain stopped working before he gave the bitch face look at him, standing up Derek let to be shown he was butt naked, he bent down and picked up his boxers and walked out the room.
"What are you doing here?" Derek asked, Scott frowned at him
"What the hell are you doing, you fucked him!" Scott growled "He gets beating by his dad and you fuck him?" Derek rolled his eyes
"His dad pushed him
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Stiles woke up the next day feeling kind of groggy and a little achy in places; he tried to remember what happen from the night before, he remember him and Derek screwing up against the house no it was a tree he thought then there was car ride back Derek wants puppies...urrh babies, cubs with me and they he is going into heat next week he thought we were at the house his eyes went wide as he bolted right, Derek who was sat next to him jumped out of his skin as he looked at the teen "Stiles?" he said looking at the teen
"I'm not dead?" Derek cocked his head to the side and frowned
"No you're not dead do you not remember?"
"I was shot I remember that! He said frowning
"Yes you were, I bite you Stiles you're a werewolf now." The teen blinked at him before scrambling to his feet and running to the bathroom, he tore open the door almost breaking it off its hinges and ran into the bathroom and looked in the mirror
"HOLY FUCK MY EYES ARE AMBER DEREK WHY ARE
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Walking down the road was not always a bad thing but 7 month pregnant with two wolf pup was not a safe idea, Stiles was just taking a small walk down the road when someone tried to grab him, he screamed and bite the persons hand, the said person cried out and hit Stiles in the face knocking him to the ground out cold, three more people come out of the shadows and tried to take the unconscious wolf, but the hunters found themselves pinned to the floor, Gerard was trying to slink off towards his car but a very pissed off Derek Hale threw him onto a tree "You were warn about touching my mate." He growled Gerard was about to open his mouth when Derek punched him in the jaw braking it, the man howled in pain as Derek saw a police cars pulled up and smirked. The 4 men were arrested and shoved into the back of the cars, Stiles sat in Derek's arms nuzzling into his chest purring again "Is he okay?" his dad asked
"Yeah just a bruised arm." His dad bent down and
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The sheriff landed a punch knocking Derek back slightly "Dad!" Stiles cried out from the hospital bed, his dad just found out his son was pregnant not just with one baby but twins and they had to explain it was Derek who was the father of those babies; needless to say the second he put two and two together he punched the alpha wolf, then again he punched his harder, The Sheriff could feel the bones in his hand brake and crumple as it made contact with Derek's jaw, he hissed him pain and held his hand "I should fucking kill you, you basted." He was beyond mad and Stiles was worried he would start shooting someone
"DAD!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, the older man turned around and looked at him, all his madness melted away as he was the worry in his son's eye " Stop please he didn't mean to attack me." He said
"What do you mean he didn't mean to attack you?" His dad asked
"I It's the water at the game was drugged that is why half the school is pregnant,
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At 5 months Stiles sat in his kitchen looking down at his bump, today the whole pack are going shopping for baby stuff for the new built Hale house, his dad wanted into the room and looked at him "You okay?"
"Umm yeah find hunky dory." He said with a smile
"Hunky dory? Okay what's up?" he asked pouring himself a coffee
"Gerard he made some threats yesterday against me and the others how are pregnant with wolf cubs." He said frowning even deeper than before his hand rested on the bump rubbing back and forth
"He did what? Was anyone else was there to hear him?" he asked, Stiles could see his father thinking about killing the old man,
"Danny was there." He shrugged
"I will have a word with him and then deal with Gerard you should have to worry about that old git, have fun shopping today, I got to be going someone keeps stealing raw beef from the shops." He said shaking his head, Stiles bite his lip knowing who had has been taking the raw beef and he thinks his dad knows he kno
It's all we areHarry had walked into the office, his uncle had a firm grip on his shoulder to stop him from running off as they up to the tall dark hair man, Harry eyes widen when he saw the man that was standing there dressing in a muggle business suit, his eyes landed on Harry and there the recognisant between the become clear …Slughorn’s Christmas party… Harry thought, he tried to twist out of his uncle’s grip but the man had a iron tight hold on him bruises were sure to follow the next day “Dursley have you brought me my money?” the slicked black hair man asked …He’s the loan shark…Harry thought’s cried out to himIt's all we are in Short Stories More Like This
“No I haven’t been able to get the money you need.” He said …You fat fucking lying pig… Harry thought “I have something even better to give you.” The fat man said
“Oh some better than the half a million you own me?” The man said
“Mr Sanguini please…&
It's all we are 5Remus had gotten into the muggle world, he was limping badly with his broken leg but the idea of seeing his cub again was the only thing keeping him going, the full moon was close he could feel moony biting at the back of his mind, he was giving him the small bit of add strength, he was healing slowly much to slowly and it was only be a matter time before Moony rips out of him and starts attacking anyone around him. He reached the street where he could smell Harry’s strong scent, the street was not like Privet Drive where all the houses look the same and every one had the same false looks as their children are the only ones that show who they really are.It's all we are 5 in Short Stories More Like This
The apartment block he walked to him, was bright white and stood out against the grey back drop of the sky, the other houses near boy looked like something that only pure blood’s would own, the place smelt off …it’s the vampire that is using our cub as blood bag…Moony told him
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Allison had broken up with Scott and since then he has been all over the place and his wolfy side has not been behaving, he was still pissed off at Derek fucking his best friend, Stiles is his friend his pack. Losing his car rights Stiles has been the one to pick him up, he walked out his house slamming the door shut behind him and then climbed into Stiles' jeep slamming the door "Hey dude no slammy Stiles' jeep." Stiles said
"Sorry not sleeping since mum started dating peter again." He growled
"Oh so she all okay with he tried to bite her to get you back and all that wolfy crap?"
"Yes." He hissed, they drove for a bit before either one started talking "So when are you going to leave Derek?" Scott asked, Stiles chocked and turned his head quickly to look at Scott looking at him and then back at the road
"I am not going to leave him or dump or anything like that Scott."
"You know he is just using you to get back at me for not turning up at the lesson." He said
Prophecy MoonTom Riddle sat in his manor waiting for Luicus return, a cracking pop sounded off and the blonde man walked into the room, where the new and improved Tom Riddle sat waiting for him, he bowed onto his knee and kissed his Lord’s hand “What news you have for me my dear Luicus?” He asked as he ran his hands though his silky hairProphecy Moon in Short Stories More Like This
“I’m afraid the prophecy you asked for we could not find, we searched my Lord we even looked at records but we could not find any of this prophecy, however we did find one that maybe of impotence to you.” He holds out the orb and let the dark hair Lord take it from his hands and looked at it,
“I the one I want was a lie…for what reason? What does this one say?” he asked as he threw the orb against the wall, a ghostly figure appeared that neither men knew, it was a child with and young girl
“An equal is born for the darkest of souls; to give him the light that he lost long ago a child he will bare him, con
Valentines Day SurpriseAlfred awoke, with tired, eyes to the sleeping face of his long time lover Arthur Kirkland. Alfred smiled and held him closer into his embrace. Arthur stirred only slightly but didn't wake up just yet.Valentines Day Surprise in Settings More Like This
Alfred kept looking at his sleeping companion with so much love and adoration, today was a very special day as it was, Valentines Day, a day where couples spent the whole day just enjoying each others company, and a few other things.
Alfred had been planning this day for quite a while now, he did plan on spending the day with Arthur, but he had a little something else planned as well.
Of course he was nervous, but there was no way he was going to back out of his choice. Alfred's thoughts were interrupted by movement in his arms.
Arthur's groggy eyes slowly opened to see a warm smile on his lover's face. While the smile seemed a bit too cheery this early to him, he still returned a small smile of his own, “Good morning poppet..” he said quietly.
Alfred smiled even more as he l
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
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
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Alfred was in the waiting room trying to distract himself with game on his iphone. But even that couldn't keep his mind from wandering and the constant worry of his British friend in the other room who was sick and who knows how badly he was sick, or even how long??
Alfred just was not able to keep his mind from going down morbid paths about what was going on with Arthur, 'Why am I so freakin worried about him?...Maybe it's because I was his former colony?...No that's not what I'm feeling right now or..have been for while now...' Alfred thought to himself not even noticing the nurse coming into the room till she spoke.
She coughed fairly lowly but loud enough for the American to hear her. "For Mr. Kirkland?" she asked. "Yes" he answered standing up, "how is he doing?" He asked the nurse. The nurse looked down at her clipboard for a moment and answered, "He's suffering from a slight fever but the doctor gave him something to bring it down, so he should be fine now." Al
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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
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It was a day of celebration, success and happiness. All around America, American's were running around and having fun. It was independence day, Alfred's birthday, it seemed that the only one who wasn't enjoying it, as Alfred himself. When he got home from the hospital the other day and having that argument with Arthur, he ended up crying himself to sleep that night.
Everyone who came up and asked him if he was alright, he just said he was fine and to just go enjoy the party, no one believed a word of it but left him alone none the less. Alfred walked off from the party to get a bit of fresh air and to clear his mind, but the only thing that kept coming into his mind was the look Arthur gave him after he answered Arthur's question with an answer that was utterly and completely untrue.
He had realized that as soon as Arthur asked him that question he was so much in love with him, that his mouth didn't seem to want to say it, so it spurted out a lie that would ore than likely ruin
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12 years later...
It had been twelve years since Arthur Kirkland had passed, and Alfred F. Jones had kept his promise, all of them.
He had followed his dream, he still surfed whenever he got the time yes, but what he really had been wanting to do and what he told Arthur all those years ago, was that he wanted to be a firefighter and be a hero to as many people as he could, and so he did.
Twelve years ago, after Arthur was gone, his parents agreed to have him cremated, and also agreed for Alfred to take care of the ashes as he saw fit. So when Alfred held Arthur's ashes in the container in his arms, he tried so hard to not just break down crying again.
He and Mathew took a small row boat out as far as they could go and poured him into the ocean, exactly where he would have loved to be.
And now, twelve years later, he visits the ocean to surf and talk to Arthur any chance he got. This time was no different, he walked up to the water near the docks where he first found out who 'The Dark S
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Christmas time, a time for family, decorations, and love.
A family decorating their tree is always a wonderful thing, the mom, the dad, and the young daughter who helps make the tree beautiful. “Mommy, can we put the new decorations up now?” the young girl asked. The mother chuckled lightly and kissed her head, “Of course sweetheart.”
The little girl grabbed one and put a small little wooden boy with blond hair and green eyes and a very festive outfit onto the tree. A moment later, she put a little decoration of another small wooden boy, but with blue eyes and another festive outfit close to the other little boy.
The boy with blue eyes smiled some looking out the window at the snow and sighed happily. He glanced over at his decoration neighbor and had to take a second glance before smiling and staring some.
The other boy didn't seem to be paying attention because he was staring out the window as well and smiling.
The boy with green eyes then looked over a moment
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"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
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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
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England, you're always wondering if I love you.
What's not there to love?
Why do you question if I love you?
Would your hero ever lie to you?
I'll only name a few reasons why I love everything about you, England.
I love the way you call me "git". It's so adorable in your accent! Although, it's suppose to be a "threat" as you said, I can't help but smile. I love you England.
I love the way you hit me (Even though it's supposed to hurt) I can't help but laugh and hug you tightly. I don't want you to leave. But, when I say, "Don't leave," you always smile and kiss me sweetly on the lips and whisper, "Never."
I love your hair. It's not as "hero like" like mine, but it'll do. I love the way it's always messy. It's long and shiny and I always want to run my fingers through it. You don't let me though, because you say I'll get it messy. England, it's already messy.
I love the way you kiss me. You always have that blush on your face when you softly press your chapped l
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"How much do you love me?"
England thought for a moment. "From here," He began. "To the moon."
America raised an eyebrow. "How much is that?" He asked.
England shrugged. "Bloody hell if I know," He said.
America stomped his feet and crossed his arms, pouting. "I want a real answer!" He demanded.
England glared at America. "Why would you ask such a stupid question?" He asked, also crossing his arms.
America glared back at England. "Because," He began. "Canada told Romano he would love him for ever and ever and then he loved him so much, he would give Kuma-what-ever up for him," He explained in all one sentence.
England nodded his head, his emerald eyes confused. "Okay...?"
America whined. "Iggy!" He yelled, hugging his boyfriend close to him. "How much do you love me?!" He demanded, hugging his boyfriend tight.
England felt like he couldn't breathe.
"Bloody-Git!" He breathed out. "Let me fucking go!" He struggled to yell.
America unloosed his grip, but kept
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"Embarrasing, irresponisble kid."
"You don't mean that."
"Yep. You don't."
"Hmph. You're bloody crazy that you think I don't mean it."
England sipped at his tea, glancing up from his book at the younger man.
America grinned at him.
"You think I'm a push over?"
"...Call me what you want; I take care of your bloody ass."
"You don't have to, though. Don't you have better stuff to do?"
"'Course I do. I just choose to take care of you."
"Because you dearly need it."
England continued reading his book, every once a while drinking his tea.
America sat on the other side of the table on his computer, drinking Coca Cola while eating a ham burger.
It was a normal day for the couple; they were just sitting at the table enjoying each other's company.
"Do you love me?"
"'Cause. I want to know."
"You know the answer though."
"I'm assuming you do."
"Well, I love you."
"That's nice to know."
America inwardly smirked at this.
England was just too shy
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America bear hugged his lover tightly, pressing his forehead against England's.
Another normal day for the couple, America laying down on the couch with England, while watching T.V.
The couple was watching Adventure Time (America understood all of it while England was still at shock that this "Finn" character was a boy... England said that he would never understand "American" cartoons as he put it. America merely rolled his eyes.)
America stared at England. "Would you run away with me, England?" He asked.
England looked at his lover, startled. "W-W-What?" He stuttered.
America shrugged and adjusted their positions on the couch. They were now both sitting instead of England leaning on America.
"Well, when you think of it, Finn is a "fictional" character as you said. He's a hero and what if one day..." America trailed off.
England nodded slowly, moving his hands in a "continue" manner. "And...?" England said, raising his bushy eyebrows.
America gulped, and let out a ner
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"America, it's a stupid song. I'm not dancing to it."
England crossed his arms over his chest and attempted to glare at America.
America only pouted as he paused the music video.
"Do you even know what they're bloody saying?" England asked, looking at the computer.
America shrugged. "Nope," He answered. "But, the dances moves are pretty fucking cool," He said, pulling England out of the chair. "Dance with me~!" America said, hugging England close to him.
England only cursed under his breath, and tried to push America off of him. "No. It's a stupid bloody song and a stupid dance that's not even in English! Do you even know what language it is in?" England asked, finally seperating himself from America.
America sighed and let England sit down again. "I don't know what language it's in..." He said. He suddenly got an idea. He pouted and did his best sad puppy face. "Please, Iggy...?"
England's eyes widened and he tore his gaze away from America. "N-No-no...
Lightning (RinTori)Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Of all times it had to storm, it stormed tonight?! Rin let out a small growl. This was ridiculous. Of all the hours in the day, and it stormed during the night? That's so stupid! I hate nature. He thought as he settled into his bed. He looked over at Nitori, who was climbing up into his bed without a care in the world. Lucky. He thought.Lightning (RinTori) in Romance More Like This
"Goodnight, Matsuoka-senpai! See you in the morning!" The grey haired boy said from above.
Rin could almost see the smile on Nitori's face as he closed his eyes and hoped to God it did not storm.
It was raining lightly, before getting harsher and soon it was pouring.
Rin glared at the window. Damn, him and Nitori really needed to get curtains on that fucking thing. Sighing and turning flipping over so he did not have to see what was going on outside, he tried to relax himself by looking at the wall.
And that's when he saw it.
God damn it.
Rin jumped and thunder rumbled in the di
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Arthur has been trying finish a cross-word puzzle for the last hour. First it was a phone call from his cousin, Alfred, that had pulled him away. Then he had to fold the laundry. Now as he is settling in on the plush burgundy couch, positioned in front of a nice fire in the hearth, Arthur is ready to finish his cross-word puzzle.
And he would have...had his husband not entered the room and plopped down next to him at that very moment.
A curt nod shows Francis that he acknowledges his presence. From the corner of his eye Arthur sees him smile. For a few minutes all is relatively quiet as the Frenchman picks up the months issue of Vogue. Then he feels the weight of the cushions shift. Arthur disregards it.
It shifts again.
Breath on his ear.
Hand on his thigh.
Lips on his neck...
"Francis, knock it off."
It's an innocent enough question, executed innocently. Though, Arthur knows how incredibly un-innocent it really is
I love you so much I want to punch you in the faceFrancis Bonnefoy has always been a flirt and a tease, and it has pissed his boyfriend, Arthur Kirkland, off to no end. Not because he would walk by and grab at his ass or sneak up on him and nibble at his ear, but because along the lines of seduction, that would be it. He was a tease that never, not once, has followed through, and it was really starting to make Arthur worry...I love you so much I want to punch you in the face in General Fiction More Like This
The Frenchman arrived home, back to the small apartment they share, as they both are in college. He came though the door and beamed, carrying grocery bags that undoubtedly contain ingredients that will be used in whatever he prepares for dinner. He set the bags upon the counter before sauntering over to the sofa, leaning down to capture his boyfriend's lips in a sweet embrace. Arthur hummed contentedly, attempting to deepen the kiss, but Francis pulled away, as always, and began removing the food stuffs he had purchased. It was driving Arthur mad.
Francis had always been a perverted flirt, all through high school
Is this a Date? (America x Canada-APH)Every time Matthew Williams moved with his family to a new town (Which unfortunately was often) He was content to meld into the background, go unnoticed, and observe. ‘This time’, His father had said, ‘This time we’re settling down.’Is this a Date? (America x Canada-APH) in General Fiction More Like This
The new school he was attending was an international school, which he thought was terribly interesting. If there is one thing he had grown to enjoy about being practically ‘Invisible,’ it was the people watching. And these people were quite the sight to behold.
Like how a junior named Ivan, from Russia, was always trying to strike up a conversation with a senior, Yao, from China. He was slightly prudish. Or how the Polish kid, Feliks (A cross-dresser, Matthew had to give him props for that) was always hanging around a forever nervous looking Lithuanian, Toris.
His cousin, Francis, who he had always known as quite the French flirt, spent his time getting on the nerves of a certain British student by the name of Arth
The Games they must Play (America x Canada APH)Alfred had never had an issue with who he knew he was, but he kept it in for Matthew's sake.The Games they must Play (America x Canada APH) in General Fiction More Like This
Matthew Williams, Alfred's best friend and-secretly-his boyfriend too.
"C'mon Mattie, it's no big deal if people know."
"Al, you have to look at stuff beyond you and me. What about Football? If you keep playing your cards right you'll get a full ride scholarship out of it."
Matthew was always so proud of his American. As captain and quarter-back he had leas his team to win the State Championship the last 3 years in a row, working on a 4th his senior year (Yes, he was that good even as a Freshman.)
"Yeah, I know but what does that have to do with-"
"Think about it Alfred. You'd be kicked off the team in a heartbeat."
The taller male sighed. He knew that Matt was right. Being gay in small town U.S.A was horribly taboo, and if a person was, they hid it.
"Yeah, I know, you're right…"
It was painful, being in love and not being able to show it. Alfred had expressed his feelings for Matt
So, Another Happy Bithday (America and Canada-APH)Not that he showed it all that well, but Alfred, for the most part, hates his birthday. But he puts on a good a act though. He's all smiles and excitement on the outside, but on the inside he dreads it coming more and more each day.So, Another Happy Bithday (America and Canada-APH) in General Fiction More Like This
He hates that he's getting older. In a perfect world he would stay as a 9 year old. At that age he could let his mind run free, pretend he was in far off and amazing places without anyone thinking twice of it. It was a care free time.
Or he would have stayed 16. Not quite as young, but still with as much of a care free attitude. The days of exploring imaginary foreign shores was replaced by experiencing all the glorious mischief a 16 year old boy can get in once he has his drivers license and an open mind.
But both of those glory years have since past. He's turning 21 today. He should be happy, after all now he can drink, legally. Now a world of new things are opening up for him. He's on his second year of college, paid for by his full ride Football scholar
Really, He's a Nice Guy (2P FrUK - APH)As soon as Oliver had moved to a new town everyone in his new school liked him. He had more people whom he could consider friends then he could count on both hands. So it was a wonder to the student body why he spent the majority of his time hanging around Louis Bonnefoy.Really, He's a Nice Guy (2P FrUK - APH) in General Fiction More Like This
The French student was...a bit to be had, to put it one way. His personality consisted of dry wit and often times a sour mood. Appearance: Scruffy.
“Dude, I just don't get it.” Alfred, a blonde haired American had brought up one day. “What do you see in that killjoy?”
“He's a nice guy, really.” Oliver had defended, and then grinned wide. “He is, I'm sure of it, you just have to believe so.”
“Uh-huh, whatever you say Ollie”
Louis looked up from the novel he had been engrossed in at the sound of someone at his door. He waited a moment, to see if the person would just go away, but when the knocking sounded again he heaved
Why are you in my bed? (France x England APH)Arthur was beside himself with confusion and, perhaps even more, anger. He had woken up from a particularly vivid dream, one where he had fallen off of a cliff into the sea. That is what had woken him with a start, but what scared him even more were the unidentified arms that encircled his waist and the body he felt pressed up against his own that most defiantly belonged to them. His heart raced as fear seeped into his chest. He cautiously made himself turn over to identify the intruder. But when he saw who it was all of his fear turned to white-hot rage. "What the...how the hell...YOU?!" He was barley able to manage words as his eyes bore a death-glare straight into the sleepy, half-lidded blue eyes of his uninvited guest. "Francis, what the hell are you doing in my bed?!"Why are you in my bed? (France x England APH) in General Fiction More Like This
"Well, I was sleeping." he said with a smirk. "And so were you, what woke you, cher?"
"That doesn't matter," Arthur spat back, still seething mad. "How the fuck did you even get into my house?" At that Franci
If Only for Today (France x England APH)The meeting began like any other. Alfred rammbled on about nothing important and it was completly rediculous. Feliciano complained about being bored and the lack of pasta to Ludwig as he tried in vain to keep his cool. Lovino cursed and sputtered as Antonio tried to get him to smile for him and Francis and Arthur were fighting...strike that, no they weren't. Or at least if they were the other nations wouldn't know about it, they had both skipped the meeting that day.If Only for Today (France x England APH) in General Fiction More Like This
"Mnnn...what time's it?" Arthur grumbled as the sun streamed through the curtains, landing right on his face. He would normally have just rolled over to look at the digital red numbers of his alarm clock, but that was currently out of his line of sight.
"Time to not worry about it, mon amour." Came the reply from the man beside him in that sticky sweet accent that was so incredibly French. The arms around his waist tightened and he felt a patch of stubble rub against his cheek as a kiss was placed t
They Sounded of Angels (France x England-APH)We met in the cemetery, under a set of wind chimes. They hang suspended from the branch of a great old tree, and when the leaves rustle, they sing. It was those very chimes that lead me to you.They Sounded of Angels (France x England-APH) in General Fiction More Like This
I’ve always hated graveyards. They’re always so eerie, even during the day. I was so horrified when my mother and father had bought a home so close to the gates of one. I had to walk past it to get to school every single day, and some days I would hear the chimes. They were faint as I would walk by the rusted old gate, and I knew they must have been deep within the heart of the cemetery. I often thought of trying to find them, longing to hear them up close. But I’ve always hated these places, and they were only chimes.
One day I screwed up my courage. I told myself that I was to old to be afraid, that tombstones couldn’t hurt me, and that’s all that was there. The quiet was unnerving though, and I soon turned back. There was no wind that day anyways. I
Love and Fashion, but mostly Love - FrUK"Lets go out tonight." Arthur said to Francis as he flipped through the channels on the TV, not finding much on to watch.Love and Fashion, but mostly Love - FrUK in General Fiction More Like This
"Really?" Francis glanced over the edge of his book. It was not often that Arthur would make first moves on these sort of things. "I thought you didn't want to do anything like that today?"
"I changed my mind," The Brit replied, finally settling on some WW2 documentary to watch. "My treat even."
Francis smiled, this was a treat indeed. "Sounds fantastique. Let me change before we go, ok?"
"Why?" Arthur asked as Francis stood to go upstairs. "You look fine."
"Oh please Arthur, I can't go out like this!" And by this he meant jeans and a white T-shirt, casual wear. "Come, help me pick out an outfit." The Frenchman held out his hand, which the Brit took with a sigh as he stood. Though he wished to enjoy the stuffy documentary, he followed his other half up the stairs to their bedroom.
"Bloody ridiculous French..."
"What do you think of this one?"
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Alfred F. Jones stared at his window pane with an annoyed expression. It was raining today, and Alfred felt as if the whole world was shrouded in gloom. Raindrops pitter-pattered on the roof and splattered on the outside of the window. To Alfred, it was just plain sad and depressing. He hated the rain. 'Huh.... Now I know how Arthur feels...' Alfred mused to himself as he thought about his British boyfriend. Arthur Kirkland was supposed to visit him today via a 9 to 10 hour airplane ride. Sadly, his flight to the U.S. had been cancelled due to rain. Arthur had called his beloved boyfriend just hours before to inform him, with dissapointment and deep sadness laced in his voice. So now, Alfred is here sitting at his window sill, staring at the rain with sorrow in his heart and a certain blonde haired, green eyed Brit in his head.
Alfred sighed, getting up to go make himself some coffee. It always had a way of cheering him up somewhat. He trudged down the stairs and suspe
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Anyone bypassing the large home of Arthur Kirkland, the personification of Great Britain, on this particular night of July, would've heard (very loud) crying coming from the top level of the mansion (though when asked, he would deny it). In the bedroom of the large house, England was lying on his bed, with his face buried in his pillow, tears streaming down his face, and sobs and shudders wracking his body. This night was a reminder of one of England's worst nightmares coming true.... the Fourth of July. The day his most precious colony, the United States of America, became independent from him. Now, after over 200 years, Arthur still held the pain, the sadness and the anger of that heartbreaking day. 'He's probably out celebrating, like always...', Arthur thought grimly as his salty tears started to dry on his reddened cheeks. He, referring to Alfred F. Jones, the personification of America. The hamburger loving, loud mouthed, illogical idiot that Arthur had co
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'Man, I'm so awesome!' thought Gilbert Beilschimdt, the personification of Prussia (East Germany), as he walked (strutted) down the large, grand hall of the U.N. Meeting hall in Paris, France. It was France's turn to host the meeting much to his delight, as they were good friends. England on the other hand....not so much. As Prussia got closer to the big, wooden, double doors of the meeting room, his ears picked up the distinct sound of sobbing. He spun around; blood red eyes scanning the area around him, until he found what looked to be a blonde haired boy, with a peculiar curl sticking out, wearing glasses and a red hoodie, and holding what looked to be a polar bear. Gilbert walked over to the boy and crouched down beside him, "Mattie?"
The two had known each other for quite awhile through the introduction of France, and over time, Prussia had developed very strong feelings for the country of Canada. Said Canadian looked up, startled that someone had seen him. "O-oh it
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Tino Vainamoinen had just finished setting the table for dinner when his lover, Berwald Oxenstierna, came home from a meeting with his boss. It was Tino and Berwald's two year anniversary of the time they started dating. They had both decided that they would have a nice dinner alone at home to celebrate, since Berwald never really wanted to go out much or throw a huge party, in which a certain Dane would never be invited to. Their "son", Peter Kirkland, better known as the micro nation of Sealand, was out for the night, staying over at his best friend, Raivis Galante's house, otherwise known at Latvia. Also their little dog, Hanatamago was asleep in her little dog bed by the fireplace, where a bright, warm glow enveloped the room and drowned out all of the cold weather coming in from outside. 'Tonight will be perfect' thought Tino as he came to the doorway to help Berwald get rid of his cold, damp, snow-ridden jacket and boots.
As the two lovers sat and talked, mostly a
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Ludwig Beilschimdt was working diligently in his office, working on some very important business documents for his boss. It was almost two in the afternoon and he had started working since eight o' clock this morning. He wasn't anywhere near halfway finished. To get his mind off of the paperwork for a while, Ludwig toyed with his Iron Cross in his fingers, a habit he got from his older brother, Gilbert. His mind started drifting from paperwork to a certain brunette with an odd curl that had the exact same necklace as he and Gilbert. Feliciano Vargas, the personification of North Italy, seemed to preoccupy his mind most of the time now. The ever joyful and carefree man was all Ludwig could think about these days. Ever since the days of World War II, Ludwig did all he could to ensure Feliciano's safety and (though he wouldn't admit it) happiness. He loved seeing that sunny smile on his crush's cute little face. He would do anything to make sure it stayed there
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Wang Yao sighed heavily, slumping in his chair a little. Across from him, on the opposite side of the dining room table, was a distraught looking Ivan Braginski, the personification of Russia. Laid out in front of the two were many scattered index cards, with Chinese characters, words and phrases on them. Yao was teaching Ivan how to speak, write and understand Chinese after Ivan begged (forced) him to, under what circumstance, he would never know. And being the good nation of China that he was, he agreed. But after many hours of advanced studying, Ivan just couldn't either pronounce a word correctly or make the written character exactly right. Ivan was getting frustrated with himself for not even getting a single thing correct. He wished that everyone could just speak Russian, to make the world a hell of a lot easier. But NO~ God just had to be a Сука about it and make everyone speak different languages!
China sat up and re-arranged the