Mother Russia chapter 1More Like This
love (countable and uncountable; plural loves)
(uncountable) An intense feeling of affection and care towards another person.
(uncountable) A deep or abiding liking for something.
(uncountable) A profound and caring attraction towards someone.
(countable) The object of one's romantic feelings; a darling or sweetheart
The only sound filling the room was that of moaning. On the bed, two figures melting into each other, one Prussian, one Russian. Gilbert and Ivan. The former enemies, now lovers and husbands, had been celebrating their wedding anniversary, and what better way to end such wonderful day than making sweet, gentle love
Gilbert thrust deeper into Ivan, hitting his sweet spot time after time. He began stroking Ivan's member in time with his thrusts. Ivan moaned loudly, clo
PruCan: Yorkdale 1"Yorkdale! Yorkdale! Let's go to Yorkdale!" Matthew said.More Like This
He and Gilbert had met at the usual Tim Horton's that day as they did nearly everyday. It was a nice day. It was great that it was summer but their July was feeling extremely full of events. A few days earlier it had been Alfred's birthday and before that was Mattie's but now Francis's was just around the corner. Being as Mattie was Francis's closest relative, Gilbert asked him what they should do for his birthday. Truly, he'd just wanted to be with Matthew. Ever since Gilbert immigrated to Canada he'd felt that he'd wanted to be with Matthew all the time because he could. Before, it was easier to not feel too much longing for the Canadian when he was across the ocean because he could accept that they couldn't be together when they wanted. But now that he was so near, it was hard to stay away.
Matthew seemed to like it anyway. He was always so nice and happy to see Gilbert even at the oddest of times. Once, Gilbert had even gone
PruHun Welcome Back...?I miss Prussia. I miss his self-proclaimed awesome, his smile, his laughter, his everything. I still can't believe that the last time I saw him was over 2 years ago. I could still picture him as if he was in front of me and the memory of that day remains so vivid as if it happened yesterday.More Like This
"Hungary, the awesome me has to go to war. I'll be back soon!" He said to me.
"That... That's not fair! Yo- you can't leave me!" I struggled to say while the tears began to trickle down my face. It was hard for me to get the words out, or any words for that matter.
He slowly took my hands in his, doing his best to meet my saddened gaze.
I cry every time I remember the day he left.
I would give nothing more than to cry in Austria's arms, but he was busy practicing his piano; the only thing he did these days. Doesn't he care about me?
"Just... just promise me that you'll come back soon?" I asked, almost pleadingly. He brushed my bangs aside, unveiling more tears in my eyes. "I'll try," h
PruCan: Love is War 6"Arthur!!"More Like This
Matthew's cry was cut short as he fell to the ground. The wind had been knocked out of him.
Had he got shot? His sense wouldn't let him be sure yet. Shock encased him.
Arthur had been shot.
Matthew turned on his side to see the Brit collapsed on the ground.
Ludwig had shot him.
The Canadian eased himself onto his knees but was pushed down again by someone standing near him.
He looked up.
Pierre stood above him. "Restez là! " the Quebecois ordered while reloading his rifle.
Matthew then realised what happened. He hadn't been shot. Pierre had pushed him out of harm's way. Matthew lifted his head to take in everything else. Ludwig was on the ground, too. Gilbert was there by him trying to help his brother. Fear was visible in the Prussians face.
Matthew looked back to Pierre. "Québec, did you shoot Germany?!"
"Oui, vous pourrez dire cela," Pierre said frowning. He approached Gilbert. The Prussian reached for his firearm but Pierre kicked it away and step
PruCan: Love is War 5The 15th of September, the second and third Canadian divisions attacked the German trenches around Courcelette.More Like This
Though they were still led by Britain, the advance was strong with the use of additional tools of war. The troops were able to advance behind rolling barricades, forcing the enemy down into the trenches. Along with the barricades, one of Britain's favourite new toys was used for the first time. Tanks.
With the power, Canada quickly siezed the town of Courcelette.
Late September, Arthur and Matthew found themselves taking part in a fight at Thiepval Ridge against the German trench "Regina", north-west of Courcelette.
Finding shelter on the battlefield, Matthew waved Arthur to his hiding spot.
"Our attacks are failing, Arthur!" Matthew said shaking a little from the loud noises and the rush of adrenalin through his body, "Germany's too strong from here!"
Arthur looked to the Canadian. "Nonsense. There is a way. I have a plan. And it's not lines. Hear me out."
Matthew nodded anx
PruCan: Love Is War 4September came about and the second and third Canadian Divisions were preparing for the attack. Germany had set trenches around the town of Courcelette and Canada was ready to take them. All final adjustments were being made the night before the advance.More Like This
Matthew patrolled his trenches checking each division. Newfoundland had recovered well, with new troops sent over from home. B.C. was always keen.
Ontario went to Matthew.
"Canada," the young province said.
"Yes, David?" Matthew said calling him by his true name.
"You should come see something," David said.
"What is it?"
"It's Quebec, sir."
"Quebec?" Matthew asked, "Is there something wrong with him?"
"No, actually," David said pulling Matthew through the trench, "Just come see."
David was smiling so Matthew couldn't expect anything bad. He followed until David stopped and pointed.
Pierre was sitting against one of the walls of dirt assembling a rifle. He was fully suited for battle as well.
"Pierre," Matthew whispered, "Qu'est ce q
PruCan: Love is War 3"West!"More Like This
"Can you tell me again why you pulled me out here?"
The Germanic brothers waited in the German trench. Germany had called to have Prussian reinforcements for this new battle. From the east side of Somme, they could partially see the Allied trenches.
Ludwig turned to his brother. "I think America's out there."
"What?" Gilbert looked briefly up out of the trench, "That's ridiculous. You said you had America blocked of passage to Europe and that he wasn't planning on coming anyway."
"What do you mean, am I sure? It's what you told me! You're such a wimp!"
Ludwig looked down and then peered through binoculars over the top of the trench. "Who're we against? Give me a recap."
"Well its Britain and France," Gilbert recalled, "Then Britain has all his…you know…underlings. That's Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, India…"
"Then who's that?" Ludwig handed Gilbert the binoculars and pointed. "Looks like America."
Gilbert looked to where he wa
PruCan: Love is War 2Morning came two days later.More Like This
The night before.
Matthew found himself sitting with Quebec playing solitaire. Matthew's cheeks glistened with tears. He reached out to pick up a card but couldn't hold it. He looked at it cringed and flung it aside before knocking the deck over and falling into fits of tears.
Quebec, knowing the game had only just started, frowned and hugged the quivering Canadian.
"Allons, allons," Quebec whispered, "Pleure. C'est tout à fait ce qu'il vous fallait. You need it."
Matthew sniffed and wiped his nose. "Pierre," he said addressing Quebec by his human name, "Newfoundland went out there with me and England and came back with only an eighth of his regiment "
"Je sais," Pierre said, "Newfoundland fought well. Just for the wrong cause. Néanmoins, he's strong. He'll recover."
Matthew smiled. "Your words are reassuring. Merci."
Pierre looked back
PruCan: Love is War 1Zee time vas Vorld Var Vone.More Like This
It was 1916.
Belgium was now captured by Germany as he continued his raid through to Paris. The Allied countries fought back on the Western front. To the east, Russia pushed the war along as well, reeking havoc on East Prussia. There was turmoil on all sides of Europe. With the countries dept to Belgium, the United Kingdom had troops pouring in from the north to the Western Front. England had also demanded the aid of Allies overseas. Unfortunately, the aid fell short by one. The United States of America refused to yet take part in this war.
But Canada did.
Only the last year, Canada had participated in his first battle. It was at the second battle of Ypres, the first battle where Germany had introduced his newest weapon, mustard gas. The Canadian troops were the only soldiers to stand against it and many were lost.
This year, Canada was on his way to his next battle at Somme, a river in France. He'd be alongside Britain but still couldn't help but wonder wh
Watch - Chapter TwoI'm not writing this with Toris over my shoulder for a reason. He still doesn't know to this day what had happened that night that Ivan's father took me to my room. He might have guessed, but I don't think he knows the truth. At least not the full truth. But I didn't know then. I think I know he knows now.More Like This
I remember waking up the next morning with my hands tied together with...handcuffs. I was huddled against the bed frame, where my hands were tied. My whole backside was screaming in pain from how I was curled up. I couldn't help but notice my wrists were cut and raw from where they were rubbing against the handcuffs. I tried to move and only screamed. I had only then realized that my shirt was hiked up to my collarbones and my shorts were on the floor, along with my underwear.
I shivered as I realized that the blankets were thrown off of my frail body. I let out a whimper and nobody came to my aide. I tried to sit up, but as soon as I managed to, I screamed again. Why...did it hurt s
The Dark Duke- FifteenDisclaimer: I do not own DBZ, or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.More Like This
A/N: Goodness, the reviews I get keep getting more and more inspiring. Seriously, you guys motivate me to keep writing! I love you all!
Lilpumpkingirl, thank you for taking time out of playing ME 3 to beta for me--if my writing seems more palpable of late--it is all her!
On to the story! Nothing like the harsh light of day to make decisions made during the magic of night seem...well...
Chapter Fifteen: The Morning After
Vegeta was up at his usual hour the day after the ball. After his years in the royal navy (and more recently, in his spy work) he had gotten used to going night with very little to no sleep, so waking at his usual early hour the day after the ball was not an issue. He was able to enjoy his usual solitary breakfast, with no pesky interruptions from his houseguests, a delight he had been
The Dark Duke- ThirteenDisclaimer: I do not own DBZ, or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.More Like This
A/N: I cannot believe that I have over one hundred reviews at ff.net--seriously, you guys rock. For the people who have reviewed every chapter, and for those of you who just drop me a wonderfully nice line every now and then--I love you all. Your reviews never fail to make me smile, and they continue to inspire me to write.
Also--way to go RocktheDragon for catching the Monty Python reference in my A/N's last time (it's the nerd in me, I can't help it).
Lilpumpkingirl, thank you for being more than just a usual beta reader--thank you for pushing me to be a better writer. Seriously, you are awesome!
Chapter Thirteen: Demands and Introductions
"You have to do something."
Vegeta, who was in the process of watching (and yet not looking at, at all) Bulma, turned towards the dowager, frowning. Where had she come