Captured (Open RP) Matthew had been taking a nap when he felt some type of liquid going down his throat. He was about to open his eyes, but he instead he became unconscious. When he woke up there was a metal collar around his neck and shackles restraining his hands and feet. He was rather confused on how they could be big enough and strong enough to hold him. He tried to pull the collar off, but as soon as he pulled on his shackles he was shocked. He frantically looked around him to see people gathering around him.More Like This
"W-what do you want with me?" he asked.
"We're going to sell you as a giant slave. You'll make us rich." one of the men sneered. "But it's going to take a while to get people for the auction, so you'll have to stay like that for a while. Hope you enjoy your new master." He signaled for the men to walk away, only leaving three of them to guard Matthew. Matthew just stood there in terror and shock.
(Three days later)
Matthew still hadn't ma
Letters to a Frenchman:APHDearMore Like This
I really don't know what you expect me to say to this.
I never know quite what to expect from you. What horror you'll force upon me next. What incredibly extraordinary lengths you'll want me to go to next.
What painful emotions you'll make course through my veins like liquid fire.
I never expected us to end up like this. On opposite sides of the table, or on different sides of a battle field. I never expected this to happen. I never thought that we might be anything more than the opposition.
To our minds, and for our hearts.
I never thought I would remember like this. My childhood, the sweet smelling flowers, and your smooth, cool voice, telling stories. Comforting me, teasing, cajoling. The ridiculous nicknames which you created, some of which you use to this very day.
My favourite was always mon petit Lapin.
I never knew quite what it was like to be this confused. I always have the answers. And ye
Reasons to Support FrUkWE HAVE HIT 100 REASONS!!! I already wrote a journal about this, but I thought I would update it and make it an article. So, I already made the video for the first 50 reasons. Thank you all for the work on this project!! Now, lets see if we can hit 150 reasons!!More Like This
1. They grew up together
2. England grew his hair out like France
3. He got in trouble doing so
4. France got worried thinking England got eaten by a caterpiler
5. France helped England with his hair
6. He fixed his hair back to the way it was, saying he looks better that way
7. They raised Canada together
8. England put his arm around France
9. They are always together
10. They work together a lot
11. They comfort each other
12. France asked England to marry him
13. They tease each other
14. the translator in Paint it White said "They loved eachother sexually"
15. The Manga's character role call (second book) both France and England's descriptions had something to say about eachother.
16. France cared and tried to look afte
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Today had been a rather uneventful day in my opinion. Yes, I had attended a world meeting, but as usual absolutely nothing had been accomplished. Well, maybe not nothing... A whole lot of yelling had gone on, as well as Francis picking on me throughout the entire morning. It irks me how he always sits beside me just so he can throw an insult at me whenever he sees fit. And to add to the lovely mix, America had succeeded in boring me to the point of insanity with his constant blabbing; I guess that's something. Sighing, I shook my head in disapproval.
"Oh America..." I muttered under my breath, feeling a small pang of regret nip at my heart before disappearing along with my melancholy thoughts, as I'd readily shoved them aside. Being alone with nothing to do could surely make one feel depressed. Left to reflect on the past, where sorrowful memories lay buried like seashells on the beach, easily uncovered by the ocean's tide.
FrancisBlue eyes filled with longing gazed openly into space, trying to form words in his mind. The water beneath his feet reflected his thin form and the dark wooden platform he sat on. Long blond hair wavered in the salty breeze, and the dock shifted under him as someone stepped onto it.More Like This
"Hey" the Englishman sat next to him, worried green eyes holding a steady gaze. Francis didn't acknowledge that he was there, but held his dreamy gaze. Arthur sighed, knowing that he couldn't do anything. In his green eyes was a different kind of longing, one that he knew would never be satisfied. While Francis immersed himself over her, Arthur watched him fade away. He could feel tears choking his throat whenever he looked at the man who longed over a girl who never gave him even a second glance. But he, he was always there for him. Arthur was by his side when he needed him, a shoulder to cry on.&