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A Girl Worth Fighting For - LietBel Warning! This does have a small amount physical abuse, mostly a fight scene. If you don’t like it, don’t read it.
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A wise man once said, "There are fights worth fighting, and there are fights not worth fighting. Wisdom is the ability to decide which is which.” But he goes on to say more, “There are also fights that you can guarantee your victory, and then there are battles where your downfall if imminent. The fool gives up these battles without even starting, and sit back to lazy win the others. But a true warrior will fight to his best of his ability, whether out of respect for the soon to be defeated enemy, or out of desperation to be victorious.”
Lithuania reflected upon these wise words, where was he in all of this, and what could he truly be? Was he the fool, or the warrior? In his past, he was the warrior without a doubt. He fought with his best friend Poland to repel the Teutonic Knights, and build an empire in the eastern slavic world. But
You are Here. GermanyxItalyItaly sighed, staring out the window. He was waiting for Germany to come back
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There! On the horizon, was the blonde man walking back. He looked tired and
Feliciano ran out of the house, grinning like a maniac.
"Germanyyyyy~" he sang as he got closer to Ludwig. Italy jumped up and
hugged the German enough to make him fall over.
"Italy..." he groaned, standing up, "Stop that." Germany brushed off his pants
and continued on down the road, ignoring the Italian completley.
Italy looked like someone had just stabbed him in the chest.
"G-Germany, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing..I'm just tired." Germany explained, opening the door to his house. He
kicked off his boots and shuffled his way to his bedroom.
Italy knocked on the door which Germany had just closed. "C-Can I come in,
Germany?" he whined.
"I don't care!" came the reply, "Just leave me the hell alone!"
Italy opened the door and saw Germany sitting on his bed, his jacket off and
his shirt unbuttoned over his che
Ti Amo, Insegnante -GerIta-Sitting in his German class, Feliciano winced slightly as something hit the back of his head. Turning around, he noticed a scrunched up piece of paper on the floor just behind his chair. Picking up the paper, he turned back around in his seat, unfurled it, and began to read;
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Stop talking so loud when we have to recite the German numbers. It's a complete embarrassment to think that the person, who can be clearly heard above the rest because of his voice-that-refuses-to-break, is a boy. Just because you're a poof, doesn't mean you should drag the rest of the men in the room down with you.
Feliciano sniffled slightly as he heard the sniggering of Arthur Kirkland and Alfred Jones, no doubt the two boys behind the letter. Feliciano had only transferred to the school about two months ago, from Italy. At first, most people had liked him, especially the girls, who thought he was adorable with his high voice, accent and air-head qualities. That was until Arthur and Alfred exp