FrUK 7 minutes in Heaven (one shot)"ALL RIGHT!!! LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!!" the american yelled, shoving a hat full of items towards a unhappy Brit "america, what is this?" he yelled over the noise of the party the american was holding. "well 7 minutes in heaven of course!!!" at that remark, the whole party went silent. "7 what?" England asked "you don't know what 7 minutes in heaven is?" america asked. England stayed silent then answered a simple 'no' "WELL THEN!!! PULL SOMETHING OUT OF THIS HAT!!!" america practically screamed "why do i want t-" the Brit was cut off by america "just do it Iggy!!!" he encouraged "ugh, fine" England said while pulling a rose out of the hat. america stayed silent, then got a huge smile on his face "Francy-pants, you got England" "ohonhonhonhon ok mon ami" France said as he made his way to the closet. England groaned "why do i have to get stuck with you? what do we even do?" England complained "France will explain it, every time he comes to my party's, this is hisMore Like This
2P Roleplay -Very good-You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!More Like This
You and the stranger both like FrUK.
You: *Oliver sighed softly as he looked outside threw a small window* Want to be out there...*he slowly pulled his knees to his chest, he had been living in a insane asylum for the past 3 years. He was placed in here due to many reasons, one being he was a cannibal but he never truely ment to hurt others. The poor boy wasn't truely right in the head to begin with and going through abuse after abuse didn't help much either* Mmm...*he slowly looked to see the door to his room open* 'ello poppet...*he spoke calmly if not sadly as as his blue and pink striped eyes swirled slowly * ((2P arthur insane asylum))
Stranger: ((Thought 2P Arthur was still named Arthur? But okay)) Francis peered into the room. He had been warned by other doctors at the asylum to stay away from this particular ward. Not that Francis would actually listen of course. It spiked his interest. Especially the male in the room who was
Fic DumpPairings Included:AmeDen, USUK, FrUk, Itacest, 1P2P Americest, Canadacest and Englandcest,More Like This
Fic 1 - Fem!America X Denmark
This was the first time Arthur was bringing me to one of those World Meetings, and even I would admit, I was a bit frightened...
I told Arthur I was a big girl and I could handle it, but I wasn't to sure now...
"Amelia, stop fiddling." Arthur murmured to me and gave a small squeeze to my hand that he was holding. Only when he said that did I realized that I was biting my lip and playing with the hem of my sky blue dress.
"Sorry, England" I hummed and looked up at him, showing him a big smile, which he gladly returned. Once that was settled, I continued to look over all the countries that we chatting to each other. I saw Italy and Germany at the head of the table, Italy whining and Germany trying to sort out papers. Prussia was there trying to flirt with Hungary, but she just shook him off. So many big countries...
"One day I'm gonna be a big country j
TMNT: Twisted Chapter 1Michelangelo snuck up on Raphael while he was letting out some aggression on his punching bag. Mikey poked a finger on each side of his brother. Not one of Mikey’s smartest ideas. He quickly found himself flat on his shell facing the wrong end of Raph’s sai.More Like This
“Hey, hey, bro! It’s me Mikey!” he said with a laugh.
“What tha’ shell is wrong wit’ ya bro!” Raphael snapped at his younger brother before he punched the ground directly next to the right of Mikey’s head.
“Raph let him go,” Leonardo called out calmly, not even looking up from the book he was reading.
“What eva’ ya’ say fearless leader,” growled Raph jumping to his feet and replacing his sai back in his belt.
“I just want to play,” Mikey whined.
“Go play wit’ ya’ dolls,” Raph spat as he flung a sai into his punching bag.
“They are action figures! Not dolls”
“You asked for that one Mik
Hetalia ~ FrUK ~ Francuska grypa ~ part IIIMore Like This
dwa miesiące, trzy dni i pół godziny później
Grzmotnąłem ramieniem w drzwi mojego kochanego mieszkania, walcząc z zamkiem, który dzień bez wymuszania na mnie skomplikowanej akrobacji w ambitnym celu dostania się do własnego mieszkania uważa za dzień stracony. (Czy to jest jakiś chory symbol tego, że "leżę" na wyspie..?) Zamek Nienawiści pokonany (+50 PDków), mogłem spokojnie rozkoszować się zapachem CZEGOŚ, ściągając kurtkę.
COŚ pachniało apetycznie, wyszukanie, francusko i nie było kawą. Snuło się błogo, zapewne wpychając wszystkich naszych sąsiadów w zazdrość chroniczną. Tak, to był ten moment, kiedy nagle stwierdziłem, że umieram. Z głodu.
Wsunąłem się cicho do kuchni. Bez sensu, drzwi i tak oznajmiają wszystko. Lubiłem