A Story of Evil: Chapter 1: A Daughter of EvilMore Like This
Daughter of Evil
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh~ So, shall we start?"
There was once an evil Kingdom of Yellow, in a very faraway place. To the north was the Kingdom of Blue, and to the west was the Kingdom of Green. The evil Kingdom of Yellow was run by a tiny prince of only age 14, who ran his kingdom in tyranny. The prince had auburn hair with a curl that always stuck out, and his eyes were a golden brown. His abode was littered with beautiful furniture, covered in diamonds and other beautiful jewels. The prince had a loyal servant, whom had returned after being gone for a very long time. You see, they were identical twins, the only difference being that the prince's servant had a curl that stood in a different place, and his hair was slightly darker. The prince's favourite horse was name Antonio. Most of all, the prince had many riches. Jade stones, topaz, diamonds, sapphires, you name it, he had it. He loved collecting trophies and treasures from his enemies
"Send him in!" Felici
A Story of Evil: Chapter 2: The Servant of EvilMore Like This
The Servant of Evil
Lovino and Feliciano were around 7 years old, and snuggled close in their shared bed in the royal palace. Roderich Edelstein, Elizaveta Héderváry, and Antonio Fernandez Carriedo were in the long corridor outside, talking in low voices among themselves.
"So is it decided?" Elizaveta whispered to the two men, one of which was her husband the king. Roderich, Elizaveta's husband and king, nodded solemnly.
"Yes. Antonio will take Lovino and raise him to serve Feliciano. There is no way Lovino could make a good king, even if he is the eldest twin. Feliciano will make a better ruler, and will be more liked." Roderich agreed. Antonio looked slightly sad at what they would be doing, and what this would mean to the close twins, but he nodded. He wasn't really too sad about taking Lovino, though; he personally thought that the eldest was cute Except for when he was cussing someone out, or making a huge mess, or just being lazy.
"But this is really the best f
A Story of Evil: Chapter 3: Message of RegretFeliciano Vargas was standing on the shore o the beach, on the outskirts of his country. The beach itself was right outside a small town that was used as a port, for people to come and trade or sell things they found in faraway places across the sea. The clear blue waves rolled, crashing and retreating onto each other and the shore. A cold sea breeze blew threw him, blowing his long tan traveling cloak. The boy that had once been royalty, always wearing expensive jewels and clothing, was now dressed quite plainly. All he wore was a plain white shirt, his tan cloak, black pants and chocolate brown boots. In his trembling hands he clutched a precious glass bottle with a note inside of it. He shivered in the cold sea wind, and he stared out into the horizon, with a distant look on his face as if he were in a time or place very different from where he currently was. A memory overtook the rather small teenage boy, and the look in his eyes made him seem so much older than he truly was.More Like This
The Dark Side of Italy 1More Like This
You walk silently down one of the dark streets of Italy. You had moved here to study art. You glance around, trying to remember which way to turn to get back to your friend, Anjelica's house where you're staying. Suddenly a man runs by fast. You watch him run to the right. You hear someone running behind you. Before you can react, someone slams into you. You fall to the ground, your notebook flying a few feet away.
"Antonio, you damn klutz," Someone says bitterly with an Italian accent, "Don't just stand there you two, go after him!" You hear two people scramble off. Someone walks up beside you.
"Are you okay, Signora?" The voice that yelled early asks. His tone had changed, becoming much gentler.
"Y-Yeah..." You say. You sit up. The light from a nearby street lamp illuminates some of the man's features. He looks no more than 20. He has brown hair. One hair stands out in a large curl. His hazel colored eyes seem to glow in the light. He is wearing, from what you can tell, a nice black
Random depressing poem I madeMore Like This
''Do you think you can escape this world?
Cant you see the results you'll end up causing?
Can't you understand that your life is meant to be here and not to cause chaos?
No? Fine. I have tried my best to convince you.however. If all gets blamed on you...and you plea to me....know that I won't help you.
You have been warned.''
Brother, Love of Mine. "Are you hungry fratello? I can make pasta." Feliciano went on and on about what they could eat.More Like This
"I'm not hungry." Was Romano's curt reply. He was actually thirsty. Damn Spain.
"Thirsty then? I have red wine, white wine..."
Romano simply shrugged his shoulders, amber eyes looking extremely bored.
"Ve~ Okay!" He bounded into the kitchen, curl bouncing as he went.
Smirking, Romano stood, following his little brother into the kitchen. He wanted to try something. Spain told him a little something about Feli, and he wanted to test the theory.
Feliciano busied himself with pouring a glass of red wine so he didn't notice his older twin coming up behind him until the male had his arms around the young Italian's waist. He gasped and spilled the wine on the counter.
Soft lips grazed behind his ear and Feli let out a samll, quiet moan. His ear was much more sensitive than his
Itacest- OmegleMore Like This
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You and the stranger both like Hetalia.
You: Ciao, bastardo
You: *jumps surprised*
Stranger: *Hugs him and smiles* How are you, Lovi~!
You: Uh, i'm fine, and get off me *glares lightly*
Stranger: *Pouts* But... I don't see you anymore and.... I miss my Fratello....
You: *sighs* fine you can hug me just don't pout...
Stranger: *Smiles and hugs slightly tighter* Thank you so much, Lovi~!
You: *pats your hair* yeah yeah whatever
Stranger: *Pulls back and smiles more* So, how are you? What did you do today~?
You: I'm fine, I didn't really do much, what about you??
Stranger: Ah, well... I went and hung out with Luddy and Kiku!
You: You hung out with that disgusting Potato bastard? =.=
Stranger: Ah... Well, he's really nice and doesn't yell at me a lot like the others...
You: *sighs and makes a small pout himself*
Stranger: A-Ah, I'm sorry, Lovi! I didn't mean to upset you o-or anything!! *Starts to panic slightly*
AmericaxMale!Reader: Office Romance?More Like This
Recently you had started growing tired of working your dead end job at the postal service. You knew it was only a matter of time before you were fired, not that it would bother you all that much. You wanted to something more with your life, or at least make a decent amount of money to support yourself. The only thing that made this job worth its while and probably one of the only reasons you go up in the morning was the boisterous and overly energetic Alfred Jones.
You had been watching him from afar ever since he arrived as a mail carrier. Nothing ever seemed to bring him down and he seemed happy where he was in life. You admired that about him. Though, you had never gotten to chance more like had the courage to go talk to him, you didn't know much else about him other than what you've seen. Since, every time you had the chance to get him alone, something in the back of your mind had always told you to walk away and you listened to it.
Alfred stood beside his co-workers, laughing at t
Itacest~ I'll Protect You FratelloOn the playground the children surrounded one particular Italian child that they found to be rather irritating. They laughed at him when he curled into a fetal position and cried for help.More Like This
"Fratello, help me!"
"Would you shut up!" One of the kids began to be irritated and started to kick him in the side.
Suddenly he felt another child grab him them from behind and knock them down.
Another Italian child that looked much like the one lying on the ground had knocked the child down. He shielded the crying one with his body.
"Leave mi Fratello alone!" he cried out.
The whimpering boy under him said with a shaky voice, "G-grazie Lovi."
"I'll always be there to protect you Feli."
- - - - - - - years later~ - - - - - -
"Fratello!" Feliciano hugged Lovino tightly. "Ve~ I'm so happy that you're staying with me for the weekend!"
"Yeah, yeah, it's only for the weekend."
Lovino hugged his brother right back with just as much passion. They let go of each other and walked into Feliciano's