Breathing Space"All my fault ."More Like This
Feliciano stared at the ground and listened as the others stood their ground from the other side of the door. He wasn't worth protecting anyway.
Alfred winced as he heard their friends and stared at his elder. He sighed softly and crawled towards him. "What did we say about this?" He whispered quietly in his ear. "The burden is on all of us, not just you." He lifted Feliciano's chin to look at him.
The Italian blushed softly and looked him over. "Thank you for saving me back there I mean "
Alfred chuckled and winked. "I'm the hero, no cute person is going to die on my watch."
Italy heard the others cheering as they defeated that that THING. He breathed a sigh of relief and moved to get up but suddenly felt a force pulling him back down.
The other stared intently at him, making him gulp. "Y..yes Alfred?" He asked meekly. His eyes widen as he felt a pair of soft lips on his. He moaned softly and soon leaned into the only warmth he had uncovered ever
Hetalia Academy 1"Shut up, idiot " Romano growled as his younger brother skipped beside him, arms wrapped annoyingly around one of his own and he was rambling about how fun their new school would be. "It will not be fun! I didn't even want to come! Stupid Grandpa "More Like This
It was true, Romano hadn't wanted to come here to America for their new boarding school. But, their Grandfather back in Italy told them they should go. Well, more like said they would without any say in the matter. He loathed the old man for that.
"Just be quiet and look around for the guys that are supposed to show us around What's your guy's name again?" Romano groaned, looking down at his own paper. It read: 'Antonio Carriedo'. Great, sounds Spanish.
"Oh! Mine?" The smaller Italian repeated before lifting his hand up that held the neatly folded piece. "Ludwig Beilschmidt!"
Romano stopped, jerking his younger brother with him. "Shit! It's German!"
Italy, a bit taken back from the sudden outburst, blushed a deep red. "I-
Revolutionary Moment AmericaXReaderXCanadaXEnglandMore Like This
The answer would be revolutionary. The question already was. You had to respond to the question right then and there. The three of them asked. And now you stood there in front of the three boys as they waited for you to answer them.
America, Canada, and England...all dressed in their Revolutionary War Uniforms. Why was this? Let's just say their question had to do with Revolutionary War Uniforms.
You remembered what you had promised them just a few days ago. "If you all come to me in your Revolutionary War Uniforms then I'll let you three ask me anything you want. But, it has to be one question the three of you came up with. Not to mention it had to have something to do with courting."
Courting...also known as to court one. To date someone. Their question was plain and clear. So simple. It was the most simplest courting/dating question ever.
"Will you go out on a date with us, [Y/N]?" Well...not the "us" part really. But still, you had three sexy men in front of you asking you to go ou
Afraidyou don't believe that i'm afraid of the dark.More Like This
i never told anyone but you.
and it hurts me that you don't believe me.
i'm not afraid of the dark itself.
i'm afraid of what might happen
when the lights go out.
i'm not going to tell you that i'm afraid
of the dark because when i can't see anything
i'm afraid of losing you.
i'm not going to tell you that i'm afraid
of the dark because when the lights go out
you could just get up and walk out
Afraid?I'm so afraid to love you.More Like This
I'm so afraid to trust.
I'm confused about how you feel and if what you said is the truth.
I was afraid to let my heart beat.
Afraid to feel those butterflies.
As your sweet songs fill my head with ideas, fill my heart with feelings I sigh and smile.
I whisper, "I love you." As I slowly stand up and walk away from the music that has made my heartbeat just like it did when you first smiled at me.
I'm afraid that I'm paranoid.
I'm afraid that I don't know wrong from right or honesty from lies.
I'm afraid that what I'm listening to is going to make me love more than I can deny.
'I don't love you.' Could never slip from my lips, as I do love you. And if I said I didn't I'd be a liar. Just like you?