Being Tsundere (America x England Gakuen)“Hey Arthur!” Arthur turned. Alfred ran to him with that same, insufferable grin on his face. Everyday Alfred did this, right before he had to do his school activities. He would come to him with that large smile, his uniform winkled, and of course wearing that stupid brown bomber jacket instead of his PROPER uniform. It also didn’t help that he looked good in his bomber jacket. Usually, it would be time for them to walk home together but today he had a Magic User Club meeting. This was the only club that they didn’t have together, for obvious reasons. For weeks they’ve been trying to make a powerful potion for the sick students who all suffered from an outbreak of flu and Alfred’s presence hadn’t helped much. He glared at him.More Like This
“What do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy?”
“Not too busy for me! Listen I got something to tell you!”
“What is it? I’m going to be late to the Magic Club!”
Stowaway -2P!UsUkWritten with the 2P! Characters in mind.More Like This
As told by 2P!America to 2P!England:
A long, long time ago, in an ocean not so far away, there was a pirate ship. With a crew as nasty as Blackbeard's. They scourged the Caribbean, taking what they thought they were due. Of course, being a pirate crew, there were odd balls aboard. A pair of twins, one grumpy and blade happy, always ready to skewer someone, the other a noisy flamboyant whose sash around his hip always had to be just so. A brooding, grumpy, ugly Canadian would much rather shoot you with his pistol then talk to you. An equally as grumpy, lazy Frenchman who incidentally had been captured a slave aboard the ship but in time grew too accustomed to being there so he stayed. There was a pair of German's as well, but one was more interesting than the other because it was a she. No other pirate crew dared to have a woman aboard, bad luck and all but this one wouldn't have gotten rid of her for anything. She was their best fighter.&
Dear EnglandDear England,More Like This
I've wanted to tell you the truth for some time now. I want to tell you how I feel, and why I am how I am. I would tell you in person, but I can't muster the strength. So this letter will have to do. This is my side of the story.
At first, I thought it was just brotherly love, or admiration. I always wanted to be with you, and I couldn't stand it when I wasn't. When I got a little older, I realized that it was more than admiration. I saw I had a crush on you. It was sorta like how kids have crushes on their teachers. I thought it would just be a phase, that I would get over it. But as I grew up, my feelings only strengthened. These feelings didn't go away, and it scared me. I wanted to be more than just your brother. I loved you, but I saw I could never be with you. Unless we split. That was when I decided to leave. I didn't revolt to hurt you, or to make you less. I did it because I loved you too much. I had to stop being your brother, so I could have a chanc
Vati!Germany x Child!Reader - night terrorsMore Like This
Your kindergarten class ended and the school bus was dropping you off at the bus stop. You politely thanked the driver, started walking home, you knew that was only a block away. You finally arrived at your house. But from the outside the front door, you could hear a pained scream. Gasping, you yank the door open. As you were running in the hallway to the main room, you heard another tormented scream…
And then it was silent.
You found your father laying on the floor. His usual slick, blond hairstyle was disheveled, and he had many cuts and bruises; blood staining his clothes. Next to him was his brother in the same horrible condition. His silver hair was also unkempt, cuts blemishing his pale, delicate skin. A stream of blood flowed from his open mouth. You started to cry at the sight. You never wanted to see your daddy or uncle hurt in any way; because you loved them so much.
You helplessly watched them, realizing that the two of them had their eyes closed and it didn’t lo