FrUK - MaybeThey were in a smooth expanse of lush green hills, water lapped down at the edge of a golden beach and squawking seagulls circled overhead. Only a faint breeze was present in the air and the gentle warmth of a summer just beginning.More Like This
"Mon chérie?" Francis Bonnefoy asked, the personification of France, just into his early adolescent years by appearance. His hair was cut longer than the other countries and his bright blue eyes sparkled with promise. Even at that age he knew he was irresistable.
Arthur Kirkland, the personification of England, at that time just a mere infant appearance wise, scowled up at the Frenchman, his scruffy blonde hair and already thick black eyebrows giving him an aura of grumpiness.
"What now, frog?" he asked, tugging at his green cape for to be protected if the French boy decided to make any more passes at him.
France chuckled softly before pressing his fingers to his lips and then to the small boy's forehead. "Mon petit lapin..do you think.."
Arreter le masquage - FrUKFrancis, this isn't funny anymore, and it never was.More Like This
It's been a year now. Come out from wherever you're hiding.
Where did you go? I miss you. I admit it. I even shout from the rooftops, sometimes. I'll scream your name to the Parisian night, hoping that you might appear from one of the stars, before smiling that god damned smile, holding me close and ruffling my hair. I even learnt how to say it in French for you. "Où êtes-vous, mon amour? S'il vous plaît revenir à moi. Je m'ennuie de toi, François." Right?
I go to sleep in an empty bed, and I wake up in an empty bed. My hands feel empty when you're not holding them. The vase is empty because I haven't put any roses from you in there. I hate all this emptiness. I look into the mirror and see an empty face. You never appear from behind me anymore to hold me close. Sometimes, after I take a shower and am clad in only a towel around my waist, I even elbow the air, blushing and mumbling "Get of
The Consequences Of AlcoholPairing: FrUKMore Like This
The first thing that greeted Arthur when he woke up was a pounding headache. He knew in an instant that this hang-over wouldn't be pleasant; they never were, but he hadn't had one like this for years.
Fuck, just what did he drink last night?
He let out a small puff of air and wrinkled his nose at the stench of stale beer, vomit and cigarette smoke. Great, he'd quit smoking years ago and if this meant he would start again then he wasn't going to be very happy.
This was by no means suggesting that he was happy to begin with.
Arthur raised a hand to his eyes and rubbed away the sleep and he blinked. The blurriness of the room was starting to fade and he started to notice the interior's features, and that was when he realised he didn't recognize any of them. Where the hell was he anyway?
He realised he was lying in a bed and his face flushed. He cautiously lifted up the bed sheets and saw that he was completely naked. Shit.
He looked around the room to see various
April Fool's [BTT x Reader] Drabble!More Like This
You were bored with a capital B. Sighing loudly, you walked outside to grab something to eat. Admiring the basket of fruits that sat elegantly on the counter, you rushed towards it.
Feeling cold gooeyness on your shirt, you freaked out momentarily. Then you were bombarded with more of the offending material.
You grabbed a handful of the egg yolks that the annoying Prussian had attacked you with and flung it at him. Missing spectacularly, it only made him laugh harder.
"April Fool's [Name]!" he exclaimed, before leaving you to clean up the cold eggy mess.
"CURSE YOU GILBERT!"
After cleaning up the mess, following a shower and a new change of clothes, you sulked in your room.
"That stupid Prussian...who does he think he is...tricking me like that...I'll get him back..." you growled under y
Vampyria [Vampire!HetaliaxVampire!Reader] Part 2More Like This
Dried leaves crunched under your footsteps. Walking was obviously not the best method if he wanted you to stay hidden, but the forest was dense and with all the time that you lived here you were pretty sure that there was no one here besides you.
"Let's run," you suggested.
"We're in no rush. Wouldn't you like to admire the scenery?" he replied nonchalantly.
You rolled your eyes. "I've seen all there is to see here. Let's go."
Not giving him a chance to answer, you ran. The wind blowing through your [HairColor] hair, the mix and whirl of colors that made up the forest, the feeling of flying...all of that excited you.
That was one thing good about being a vampire. You could get to experience things you could never as a human. As you ran, your feet barely touched the ground, nothing but the full throb of wind reached your ears, and the brown and the green of the trees mixed to
IcelandXReader ConfessionsMore Like This
"Emil!! Hurry up or you're going to be late!!" The loud Dane yelled through the house to wake up his youngest brother.
"Ugnn..." Groaned the young male.
"Emil!! You don't want to keep (Name) waiting, do you?!" Yelled the Finn as he put the dishes in the sink to be washed.
"WHAT?!" Yelled the suddenly woken up Icelandic male. Jumping out of bed, he quickly got washed up, and dressed. Giving himself a quick look over, he sighed.
Emil Stelisson, the youngest member of the household of five. He lived with his older brother, Lukas, and his other three friends, Tino, Mathias, and Berwald. And it was because of the Finnish male that Emil met his best friend, (Name). And after two years of knowing her, he finally came up with a plan to confess his feelings for her.
Emil straightened his brown jacket that he wore over his white shirt, his brown pants and shoes. He ruffled his silver hair so it was out of his violet eyes. He gave himself a small smile. "Well, here goes everything." He murmured b