War won't seperate us apart GerItaWar won’t separate us apart Germany and ItalyMore Like This
Germany and Italy are the last 2 people on the battle field, both forced to go to war with each other by order of their bosses. Who will win? Who will lose? How will they both cope? GerIta! <3
The rain was pouring down on the brown dead hills that are now a battle field. Italy, a young man of 20 with brown golden eyes, brown short hair with a curl on the left side of his head in a blue military uniform with a riffle tied on his back was on all fours on the ground injured and covered in mud looking up at the tall blonde haired, blue eyed man towering over him.
"Please Germany! I don't want to fight you please, please!!" He cried holding his bloodied arm, tears streaming down his face. "Italy, we have no choice in this vatter" The German begun, "I don't vant to do this eiver but we must do vhat our bosses say" The German was wearing a green military uniform with a black cross on his chest, other than a cut on his cheek, he was uninju
Spamano: Teacher's PetBuzz buzz buzzMore Like This
Buzz buzz buzz buzz
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz- smack!
Fuck. I can't believe this. Not again! I throw the covers off of myself and look down; oh yeah, I went to bed with my pants on last night. It's a good thing I did, but my legs are still sticky and covered with goddamn it. What the hell was I- my face burns red when I remember the dream I had last night. That bastard, get out of my fucking head!
Buzz buzz buzz buzz
Aw, shut up. I slam my hand down onto the snooze button as my first instinct. I look at the time. Fuck. I jump out of bed and pull my clothes off and spring into the bathroom to wipe myself down. How the hell did I sleep in? Stupid fucking alarm clock, can't do anything right!
I don't give a fuck about school, not like that idiotic brother of mine, but if I ditch school one more time, my grandfather's going to kill me. And if I get another tardy, I get detention, and that mean
Spamano: Teacher's Pet 2Funny how flustered I got worrying about detention all day, when right now I'm happily back into that hot, wet warmth.More Like This
Yeah. Carriedo has me on the edge of his desk, the dirty bastard, standing in front of me with our bodies pressed against one another. I can't even remember how we got to this; I was determined to just take out my books and pretend to do some work, but somehow we ended up like this. The door locked, kissing passionately, something burning inside us both - in my cheeks, in my chest, in my groin
He nips my bottom lip playfully, making a seductive sound, and he licks it, long and sensual. I let out a soft groan, bastard. I'm tempted to wrap my legs around his waist, but that will just give him some sort of "go for it" vibe, so I resist. I don't want to slip any further, no matter how much I want to.
I pull back and glare at him, "Shouldn't you be telling me to do my homework or something?"
"Ah, but it's after school hours, Lovino," he chuckles, speaking to me as if
A Letter - FrUKDear Stupid Frog,More Like This
I hate you. I hate everything about you.
You're a bloody pervert. You know just the right spots to make me moan louder.
Just because I'm bad at cooking, doesn't mean you make good food. So stop waking up extra-early on Sunday to make me my favourite breakfast. Even if it is one of the most delicious things I've ever tasted.
You're such a pansy. If we fight about something, you always end up backing off, even if we both know you're right, just so that I don't look stupid or anything.
You're weak, but you protect me anyway. That one day in the park, yeah, don't think I forgot. I remember how that guy tried to kidnap me when I fell asleep and you walked off to the bathroom for a little bit. You don't know how to fight. Yet you tried to beat him up, and you ended up getting beat up anyway, just for me.
You're a stupid hopeless romantic. Every day, you write a new romantic thing on the dumb whiteboard in my favourite colour of pen.
You don't stop saying things in Fr