Cacophobia-FranceFrancis Bonnefoy, personification of France.More Like This
France, the city of love, the city of beauty.
Francis, the man of love, and the man of beauty.
No one knows what he does everyday to obtain that beauty. He hates for anyone to be with him when he wakes up because his fear kicks in and makes him paranoid. He doesn't go outside on rainy days, for it is there when his fear likes to creep up on him.
All the styling products in his bathroom, all the cosmetics.
It's all so it can hide his fear. The fear he lived with all his life.
When he and Arthur fight, Arthur likes to call him frog-face. He doesn't know just how much those words hurt Francis.
Even alone in his house, he has to look beautiful. He hates to feel other-wise.
That fear that presses into his skull everyday is the fear of being ugly.
Passion and Life.This is a short excerpt from my manual book about passion and life written by me, long long ago.More Like This
"Passion is to have love for one person, or one thing. More specifically, as a hobby. How may passion and life relate; it correspond to each other in ways more than one. You need passion to make of something in life, like without passion - you have no hobby. Hobby is to occupy your free time. As for myself, my passion is to grow strong. My hobby is to train, and grow strong.
Though some people may not have a passion, they live to eventually find it.
Life is complex, and things may sometimes not go the way we want it to. But that doesn't mean we should give up, does it? I've been through a lot through the years, but I'm still standing and striving through to stand up again.
You should always know that there's someone there for each and every single one of us. You should know that I'm always there to be talked to if you need help.
Life is not simple, nothing is simple.
That's why life is w
Problems Hetalians Have#1: Randomly shouting "PASTAAA!!!"More Like This
#2: Being a straight-A History/Geography student
#3: Randomly giggling and/or crying during History class
#4: Giggling whenever a country's name (human or nation) is mentioned
#5: Making it your life mission to travel the entire world
#6: And to learn every language
#7: Making stereotypical and/or semi-racist jokes a lot
#8: Finding all stereotypes extremely funny, not offensive
#9: Loving any person that comes from a different country than you do
#10: Being able to recognize and/or impersonate almost any accent
#11: Mixing random words and/or phrases from other languages into your everyday speech
#12: Calling your friends and/or family by different country names because of the way they act and/or look
#13: Being afraid to try scones (or any British food, for that matter)
#14: Once you have actually tried British food and realized it's delicious, going into a fanrage and wondering why everyone thinks it tastes like crap
#15: Giggling while going on "S
2P!Canada x Reader- Second ChanceMore Like This
Walking with your head down the hallways of the school and keeping as quiet as possible, with your hood over your head. Everyone would say something rude or mean about you. Just because you got the best grades and always keep the rules straight. You wanted no problems, no fights, just peace and silence. You finally reached your locker and opened it, putting your books you didn't need and only keeping the ones you needed.
Before you could close the locker, someone else did it, slamming it with brute force, making you step back a little in fear. Your eyes were glued from the floor to piercing violent eyes. You didn't need to look at his face, only his eyes could tell you who he was.
Matthew Williams, or how he prefered to be called, Matt. He was the most scary and intimidating guy of the school, along with his brother, Al. Matt seemed to take a liking in messing with you. Each day pushing, tripping or making fun of you, it was like, his favorite hobby, besides beating the crap of annyone