aph: ZnajdaMore Like This
Tuwangste*, pierwsza połowa XIII wieku
Szkarłat... Szkarłat lejący się strumieniami. Szkarłatne ślady. Ślady bolesne, często śmiertelne, czasami niezwykle drastyczne, wręcz bestialskie. Szkarłat zdobiący instrumenty śmierci, zaschnięty szkarłat na dłoniach i ubraniu. Drogocenny i życiodajny. Zdawał się być niewielką ceną w walce o dobre imię Boga- Boga Jedynego i Wszechmocnego. To on nakazał im nawracanie ludów- jak nie Słowem, to mieczem.
Gilbert z lekkim przerażeniem, ale i fascynacją przyglądał się miejscu, które zdawało się paść ofiarą nieludzkiej w swej okrutności tragedii. Miejscu, w jego mniemaniu, czystemu. Wolnemu od pogaństwa i bezbożności. Małe, bezimienne dla łupieżc
Sasiad zza drugiego brzegu La MancheWcale nie daleko od centrum, właściwie na samym krańcu przedmieścia, płynnie przechodząc z kocich łbów do asfaltu, wiła się w swoją stronę jedna z najbardziej problematycznych ulic Berg. Mówiąc problematyczna nie myślę tutaj bynajmniej o wypadkach drogowych, kradzieżach, czy innego rodzaju rozbojach. Kłopot leżał raczej w jej mieszkańcach.More Like This
Gdyby wejść na nią od strony ratusza, to po prawej można by znaleźć osiedle całkiem opanowane przez Anglików. Cóż z tego? mógłby ktoś zapytać i pewnie słusznie. W końcu co takiego strasznego mogą mieć w sobie Brytole, że samą swoją obecnością sprawiają kłopoty? Oni sami mogliby być nawet bez zarzutu, cały szkopuł tkwił w tym, że visa vis, po drugiej stronie nieszczęsnej drogi rozlokowa
Hetalia Theory Canada MatthewYoung Matthew walked though his house holding his white teddy bear. He walked into the kitchen and looked up at the fridge. It was locked again. He looked over at the counter and saw a plate of cookies. He walked over and reached up to get them but he is too short, he tried anyway. He touched the edge of the plate and slowly it moved toward him then the plate was at the edge of the counter. Suddenly the plate slipped and fell to the floor, Matthew went for the cookies not caring that he cut his hand on the plate shards. At this moment his father came into the room ran over to him and grabbed him by the hair and lifting him up. Matthew screamed, he was able to grab his bear before he was dragged away, forced down stairs and shoved into a closet. While recovering Matthew heard a click as his father did the lock on the closet. He was trapped it was cold and dark, the only thing he had to comfort him was his bear which was a birthday gift from his late mother. He hugged the bear lightly anMore Like This
'Germany Mine' (Baby Mine) A 'Regret' RepriseMore Like This
How long had he been there? Days? Weeks? Months? Italy didn’t know.
Ever since that gruesome night when he was sacrificied, he had spend his ‘afterlife’ in a sort of ‘country Limbo’ along with his deceased grandpa, the Roman Empire. Although he was surrendered with pretty girls, fine wine and punch, and recently had a bandaged body, it seems nothing could really cheer the usually always happy italian.
As he stood there, on a cloud a bit farther apart from where his grandpa was, he looked into the distance, sky, watching as the clouds began to take the lovely shade of reddish pink and yellow, just like back on Earth, at the time the sun would set upon the ocean as far as the eyes could see…
Just thinking about it reminded him of how he loved this place…and that brought it to an even more painful memory…
'It won't feel very l-long...before you c-come back...It
One more night (fluffy Itacest)More Like This
One more night
"Ve, fratello, can I sleep with you tonight?" Feliciano gave me the look off a kicked puppy. I groaned and nodded.
"Fine... But only for this night, damn it!" I said. He smiled.
"Yay! Okay. " He said and climbed into bed. He snuggled against my shoulder and all you could hear was his soft
"Ve's". I rolled my eyes and tried to go to sleep. I couldn't fall asleep with him clinging onto my arm. I tried to shake him off but he whimpered in protest.
"No... Don't go... " He said. I tried again to push him off but then he wrapped his arms around my neck. His hot breath on my neck made me blush.
"Feli, let go damn it." I whispered. He shook his head.
"No... I love you..." He said. I blushed more.
"You don't love me..." I said and tried to pry him off me. His hold just got tighter.
"Yes I do... I love you.. You're important to me. " I looked at him to see his eyes open and filled with sincerity.
"I'm not important.... " I muttered. He chuckled softly and smiled.
"You are to me...
GermanyxItaly Germany sat on his bed, tears softly caressing his face. "Italy...why must you be so cute?"More Like This
Italy was always so happy-go-lucky and liked everyone. Now if only he could love Germany.
He wanted to hold the small man in his arms, like a true friend. But they were in the middle of a war and Italy needed training.
"Italy's survival over my wishes," Germany reminded himself. "If something happened to him..." he shook his head. "I could never forgive myself."
"Doitsu!" Italy called cutely from the kitchen. "Lunch is ready!"
Germany stood and brushed the tears from his eyes. He'd look proud and pulled together in front of Italy. He would. He absolutely would.
"Doitsu?" Italy sounded worried as Germany swirled pasta around his fork.
"Are you okay? You haven't eaten your pasta or your potatoes!"