APH: Dear alliesOut of nowhere he came
Grew fast but stayed the same
Had no father or mother
But got a big brother
Happy aura or war cloud
He stays energetic and loud
He used to be like a hell
So wild, quite a rebel
A gentleman now he claims
But inside, he has some old flames
Bad and hard as stones
He likes making those scones
Although his land is so white, it seems black
Is the live meaningless filled with lack?
All around, so big and cold
It makes him scold
All enemies and allies
Beware him, use your eyes…
There he goes
So beautiful, in his hand a rose
So powerful and great
Towards him, why feeling hate?
Filled with passion and desire
Stay away from the hellfire
The culture he shared
Of many nations he cared
Outside with him they watched stars
The nation left him some scars
The nation might be old
But he has a heart of gold
050. Breaking The RulesLazily kicking back in his barstool, Alfred F. Jones looked around the speakeasy with nervously excited curiosity.More Like This
Yes, he knew he was breaking the law, but the attitudes of the people around him were contagious.
Twirling his hat on his finger, he thought over what sort of drink he wanted; whiskey was sounding really good at the moment, fabulous really.
A young woman passed by, admiring the confident blonde nation; he was quite a dashing figure in the crisp suit he was a wearing.
Winking an eye that was heavy with make-up, she flashed him a smile to which he politely nodded, then the flapper walked away with a flash of short hair and a bright dress that was scandalously close to showing her knees.
Blushing at the encounter, Alfred leaned over to the bartender, "Whiskey, please," he said with a grin.
The barkeep nodded and slid him a shot glass full of the liquor, then after collecting his payment from the young man, added the bottle that contained the rest of the drink.
Rebirth - SwedenHe lived in a small village. Small, but not without resources.More Like This
There was a smithy, a baker, a small inn, and even a healer's hut. And lots of other children he could play with. It was perfect for him. There was even a river nearby.
He lived in a nicely sized house near the center of town, so he got all the newest gossip first, before any of his friends. His mother was a wise and happy woman, and his father was a warrior.
All in all, he was the safest child in the entire village.
The day was bright, even for late summer. The trees rustled with a light breeze, and the insects were disappearing slowly. The little boy ran around outside, playing monster with his many friends. When they tired of playing monster, they played warriors and settlement. The boy was always picked to be leader, because his father was a warrior, so naturally the boy was to be one as well when he grew up. The boy never objected, and tried to rule the others fairly and wisely. He learned something new about planning
Rebirth - NorwayHis mother always told him stories. No matter the circumstances, she never failed to tell him great tales passed down from generations. After his father died, her stories changed. No longer were the creatures in her tales friendly, and no longer did she speak of peace. Her stories of wonder and mystery turned into warnings.More Like This
The fae, once creatures of light and mirth, turned vicious and evil. He briefly wondered if his mother thought the fae had taken his father, murdered him like in the stories she started telling him, but he knew better than to speak up against her. He was a good boy. He listened to his parents, and he was rewarded for it with stories and a caring mother.
He did everything she asked of him, and never did he complain. It was how father would have done it, so he should do so as well.
He would wash his own clothes when they walked down to the small river nearby. He could even wash himself completely. Even behind his ears!
He never missed a spot, and he swore he would nev
The Ivory HunterLong ago, when Thailand was a new country, he was very different then he is today. His country was very poor at the time, but in no way lacked natural resources, so he traded many of them with China for gold and other treasures. The highest paying item at the time? Ivory.More Like This
Every day at sunrise, Thailand and his band of hunters headed out to hunt down elephants with spears. They killed many of these gentle giants, taking only the tusks and leaving everything else, for all they could trade was ivory.
The population of elephants began to dwindle in the area, but there was still one very large pack that Thailand wanted hunted down. So one day he and his men headed out to find it.
Thailand separated himself from the rest of the group, as he knew finding the elephants would be easier on his own. He was armed with only a single spear, and almost no supplies. It wasn’t an elephant hunter’s job to be prepared, it was simply to kill.
It was long into the broiling afternoon when Thaila
APH: Dear Tomato gangCheerful, filled with passion, a county of sunshineMore Like This
Hard worker no time to whine
Handsome and also so cute
Love this red tomato fruit
Suppose he has some class
One thing for sure: He has a killer ass!
Shows to be vulgar and grumpy
But on the inside he is jumpy
He is half Italy with his brother
Claims to dislike him, but still wants no other
Not always nice to those who shows love and care
But he will always protect and be there
Hair spikey and high up in the air
The eyes that do stare
Do try to stay away from your pipe and drugs mister!
Think about your younger brother and sister
Soft spot for tulips, romance and his pet bunny
But to neat and obsessed with money
A young woman so innocent and clear
Waffles and chocolates so tasty my dear
Smile of a cat’s mouth
Makes men go way south
Short hair in a bow
Can never be too low
APH: Dear AxisHe is a fragile and an irresponsible crybabyMore Like This
Waved too much with white flags maybe?
Eats a lot of pasta and pizza
How does he manage to run like a cheetah?
His eyes he chooses to close
Why it’s so no one knows
He is so stern and big
Were friends with a twig
Shows to be rough and tough
Relaxes when he has had enough
Ice blues and hair of wheat
Likes to keep it clean and neet
From him, there is rarely a laugh or smile
Remember, he was isolated for awhile
So calm, once or twice drinking tea
Watches the moon and the cherry tree
Not fond of kisses or hugs
At least he is proper and don’t do drugs
100 Ways to Annoy England100 Ways to Annoy EnglandMore Like This
1. Insult his tea/cooking.
2. Speak French.
3. Say 'learned' instead of 'learnt'.
4. Tell him that unicorns are just colorful horses with ice cream cones on their head.
5. Touch his eyebrows.
6. Say his eyebrows look like fluffy caterpillars.
7. Call the British football soccer.
8. Randomly scream in his face.
9. Stare at him like he has three eyes until he screams at you.
10. Call him a punk.
11. Call him random nicknames like 'butt-munch'.
12. Insist that he watches 'uni-porn' or unicorns doing porn.
13. Ask if Tinkerbelle is his friend.
14. Ask what drugs he's on to see his fairy friends.
15. Insist that he is a pedophile.
16. Say that France is an example of a perfect gentleman.
17. Tell him Sealand is a country.
18. Repeat his name over and over until he walks away.
19. When he starts talking, keep yelling "WHAT?" until he gets frustrated.
20. Say that the Irish (or the American) have better food.
21. Poke him repeatedly.
22. Brag about how awesome you ar
Blue Flowers- AfterlifeLying flat on his back, Alfred groaned and squeezed his eyes shut tightly. Where was he? Was he lying in grass? That came as a shock to him. The last he remembered was being in a dirty alleyway in New York City. Now he clearly felt the sun beating down on him and the cool wind blowing gently across his face. Was he in some kind of field? The American was very confused until he was hit with a sudden revelation.More Like This
The last thing he remembered was hearing two loud pops and feeling searing pain in his chest.
Sitting bolt upright, Alfred opened his eyes and saw that he was in a beautiful field, greener then Central Park and a lot cleaner too. It was lined by woods and in the distance he saw a small country cottage. Alfred blinked and then pinched himself, there was a small bit of pain and he didn’t know what to feel.
“Damn…I musta died.” He said quietly to himself.
No sooner had the words left his lips and began really take root in his mind, he heard
99 bottles of beer on the wall!99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer! Gilbert took one down, chugged it down, 98 bottles of beer on the wall.More Like This
98 bottles of beer on the wall, 98 bottles of beer! Ludwig took one down, chugged it down, 97 bottles of beer on the wall.
97 bottles of beer on the wall, 97 bottles of beer! Roderich took one down, chugged it down, 96 bottles of beer on the wall.
96 bottles of beer on the wall, 96 bottles of beer! Vash took one down, chugged it down, 95 bottles of beer on the wall.
95 bottles of beer on the wall, 95 bottles of beer! Lilly took one down, chugged it down, 94 bottles of beer on the wall.
94 bottles of beer on the wall, 94 bottles of beer! Elizabeth took one down, chugged it down, 93 bottles of beer on the wall.
93 bottles of beer on the wall, 93 bottles of beer! MeiMei took one down, chugged it down, 92 bottles of beer on the wall.
92 bottles of beer on the wall, 92 bottles of beer! Kiku took one down, chugged it down, 91bottles of beer on the wall.
Remarkable Change of Heart [America x Belarus]More Like This
Natalya's love for her brother was impeccably strong. It flowed out of her like a burning whip; and with that whip she would force her love––intimately––upon her older brother, Ivan. It was continuous, and no matter what, it seemed their brother and sister relationship was nonexistence. Ivan must always remind Natalya with petty attempts of correcting as she corners him down that they are simply just that. Nothing more.
Starting at a young age, it seemed to expand from loving him to falling in love with him. At first Ivan took nothing of it, how she would say she wants to marry her big brother. He even believed it to be just a particular stage in a female's life. Face it; girls are the most difficult creatures to understand. "It will pass; she just dreams she can be with big Braht all the time." Ivan had once said, announcing it with a smile as others looked at the truth.
She was going to love him to the bone.
America x Belarus: Do You Eat?More Like This
Title: America x Belarus: Do You Eat?
Commission for: RamuneCandii
AN: Yus, my first Country x Country! C: I must say, I rather do like this pairing. I'm not entirely sure of their stance in history, but I can see something going on between them during the Cold War~ Hehe, Russia's not too happy Anyway, hope you guys like my take on this! Ciao!
"Russia! Dude where the hell are you?" America shouted, announcing his presence in the Soviet's house. "C'mon, man! I don't have time for your games! We've really got to discuss this SALT business!!" America let himself in and started looking around the creepy grey house, searching for his tall Russian comrade. He opened the large red curtains and let some sunshine into the seemingly vacant house. "Russia!!"
A creepy aura started enveloping him. America tried to relax, still not used to Russia's creepiness. "Come on, bro. That creepy attitude of y
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven WyMore Like This
Finally America calls your name, it's your turn to draw an items. You place a hand inside the hat and feel around, one item dominated the hat. You pull the large, hard item out, its a crown. "Um, I'm not sure who this belongs to honestly."
"Well you should." Wy stormed up to you and jerked the crown from your hand, placing it back on her head. "I know I'm small, but really, you should at least know who I am. I mean everyone knows who Sealand is."
Sealand waved from his spot next to the punch bowl. "It's true, they do, and I'm even smaller than Wy. Maybe it's because I'm so cute."
America seemed almost afraid to approach. "Wy, the dude didn't say he didn't know you, he just didn't recognize the crown. Now, could you please go to the closet?" Without a word she started walking to the closet, a blush covering her face. "Okay dude's hopefully you two have a good time in there. If not, well just don't kill each other. I will see you both in seven minutes unless o
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven TaiwanMore Like This
You walked up to the hat to take your turn and placed your hand inside the cramped space. You feel around for something of interest, finally settling on something very small with a rather odd texture. Once out of the hat you could see it was the remains of a pink flower. "Well, it's a bit messed up now, but I'm pretty sure it was a flower."
Taiwan looked at the crushed flower with a displeased look on her face. "It was. It looks really bad now though. I guess we can just throw it away, it's not like I'm going to put that back in my hair."
"I don't blame you there, it looks like someone threw up pepto-bismol in his hand." America let out an obnoxious laugh. "Anyway dudes, I'll take your flower vomit, you guys can head over to the closet, I'm sure you can figure out how to shut the door."
"Of course we can." Taiwan was obviously annoyed by America as she somewhat briskly walked to the closet. "You coming or not?" Not wanting her to become upset with you too, y
.:: Valentine's Day Journals ::. Russia x ReaderYou looked at your completed assignment.More Like This
Alright... So I'm the first one done. Nobody will mind if I just write in my journal a bit.
You took out a composition book from underneath your desk, opened it up, flipped to a blank page and started writing.
February 13, 2012
Well, looks like I haven't had anyone ask me to be their "Valentine" once again. That makes.... I can't remember, I lost track of how many years I've gone without a valentine. Maybe I just never had a valentine. Ō~Ō||| See that journal? I drew my friend Arthur! With the eyebrows and everything! XD
Anyways, I don't mind it really. It's just according to my friends, it's so "unnatural" not to have a valentine on Valentine's Day. The only thing that does bother me is that around Valentine's Day, all the couples are more.... Lovey-Dovey. You know? I'm just a single person nobody wants. I'm fine with that personally. If nobody wants me, nobody wants me. So pretty much, I'm happy if everyone el
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven SeychellesMore Like This
Now your turn to choose an item, you walked up to the hat and began to feel around. Something soft, furry and squishy caught your attention. It felt like a small beanbag. Now curious, you decided to pick that item. You pulled it out of the hat and looked at it. It was a small angel fish shaped beanie baby. "Not sure here, but I'm guessing this belongs to Seychelles."
Seychelles looked surprised that you had guessed her item correctly. "Yes, that's mine, how did you know?"
"Later dudes, later. You can discuss the magic of the fish in the closet." America placed a hand on either of your shoulders and walked you both to the closet. "Okay dudes, have fun now, I'll see you both in seven minutes." America shut the door, making everything pitch go black.
"Wow it gets dark in here." Seychelles managed to crawl across the floor until she found you. "Why were you way over here? Never mind, how did you know that fish was mine? No one even knows I exists."
"I don't know
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven VietnamMore Like This
You walk up to the hat, placing your hand inside and begin searching for an item. While searching, something pricked your finger. You decided to choose that item. It was a small flower shaped earring. You had noticed Vietnam was missing one that looked similar to this one earlier. She was talking with Taiwan and didn't realize you'd drawn her item, so you went to her. "This wouldn't be yours would it?"
Your sudden presents behind her gave her a start. She even jumped a bit. "Oh, yes that's mine." She took the earring out of your hand and reattached it to her ear. "I suppose, that means, I go into the closet with you." She looked down at the ground, shuffling her feet.
"Sure does, that's how the game works. Don't think you can get out of things just because your shy." America laughed and slapped you both on the back. "I expect some kissing to go on in there too. You guys had better not disappoint me now." Now at the closet America gave you both a wave and shut
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven BelgiumMore Like This
America tapped your shoulder. "Yo dude, your turn to play. Good luck."
You stood up from the couch and placed your hand into the hat. You gave it a quick twirl, causing a chain to wrap around your pointer finger. You decided to keep that item. It was a small bracelet with a kitten charm on it. "You girls really do have a thing for cats don't you?"
Belgium walked up to you and nodded. "Well I do, I even have a festival for them." She smiled warmly at you and replaced the bracelet on her wrist.
"Girls are like cat's you know, finicky and prissy. And just when you think they're going to let you hold them, bam, they run away." America hung his head. "Anyway dudes, you two better head to the closet, I don't want to make everyone else wait all day." You followed his instructions, taking Belgium by the hand and led her into the closet. "See you soon guys." The door was tightly shut and locked.
Even in the darkness you could see the fact that Belgium had a wide, fri
Karkat x Short!Reader : Palm Top The wind ruffled her hair as she approached the bus stop, forcing herself to join the morning commute since her car was still as Jade’s house.More Like This
It was the first morning after Christmas break had ended, and [Y/N] was ready to head back to the classroom. Unfortunately, the weather hadn’t been on her side, causing her to shudder in her trench coat due to the bitter chill of winter. She raised a gloved hand to meet the ends of her scarf, adjusting it over her nose and tightening it around her neck.
She sighed, approaching the bus stop bench and looking down at her boots. The ridges were already dirty from grimy snow and mud. In her right hand, her nimble fingers clenched a thermos filled with hot tea. Up ahead, [Y/N] heard the engine of a bus as it crawled up the main road. She glanced up at the vehicle as it stopped in front of her, the twin doors towering over her as she reached into her pocketbook for some money.
The doors hissed as they opened and she climbed the steps. The
Karkat x Reader: Confession from Blood (3/5)More Like This
Once you got home, you immediately went on a depression binge eating frenzy, choking on food along the way. You continued on for thirty minutes until you felt a churning in your stomach. Dashing to the bathroom, you lurched everything up, and laid down on the frigid, smooth floor, with the toilet’s shadow hovering over the top half of your body.
You blinked groggily, sitting up and headed over to the sink, twisting open the mouthwash cap and chugging it down to rinse your mouth out, desiring to get that distinct taste nesting in the back of your throat. Spitting out the cleansing fluid, you washed up, walking to your room, having a burgundy towel wrapped around your body.
Scouting through your closet, you looked for something to change into, but due to the fact you weren’t in the mood for anything, you decided to be lazy, grabbing a pair of gray shorts and a red long sleeved shirt from your drawer. Pulling your hair up to the side in a sloppy bun, some strands stuc
How to Make a decent homestuck troll OC.THE DO'S AND DO NOT'S OF MAKING A HOMESTUCK TROLL OC.More Like This
1) THE NAME.
- Make it something we can pronounce. Not some stupid shit like Jukgth Ghtyfk.
- The first name HAS TO BE 6 LETTERS long.
- The last name HAS TO BE 6 LETTERS long as well.
- Your troll CANNOT have the last name of an actual canon troll.
- Nor can they be related at all.
2) TYPING QUIRKS.
- Make it something readable at least. Keep it simple.
- Don't use the ones that are over used. Like replacing S with $.
- Be creative.
3) BLOOD COLORS.
- Be realistic guys and stay with the program. Don't make them have some stupid rainbow blood or something. That screams Mary-sue.
- Your troll may be a mutant blood. It is rare but it happens. So it's okay, just don't make them flaunt it. They will be culled.
- Black and White are not colors, they are shades and tints. So therefor they cannot be blood COLORS. (This includes grey/gray)
- Lime is a canon color, but lime bloods have gone extinct.
- Your trolls blood cannot change colors.
[DavexAnti-Social!Reader] Finding Happy: Chapter 7Dave looked at the (y/n) out of the corner of his eye as they drove home at around one in the morning, her elbow rested against the window frame, chin lazily supported by her palm as she looked out the car window in a daze, her face illuminated every so often by the street lights along the stretch of highway.More Like This
Dave didn't quite know why he was doing all that he had done - why did he hang around with (y/n) after she got better, why did he force her out of the house when she clearly didn't want it, why did he bother to set her up with the best paying bartender gig in town, why?
Simply because he was that good of a person? Certainly not, he wasn't that nice.
Things he did always seemed to have ulterior motives, if he did this, they gave him that - that sort of thing. But not with (y/n) he did things simply because it was in her best interest. Yet still, even with that answered, why? Why does he care what's best for her, frankly speaking she's a bitch, she's rude, bossy, lazy, introverted,
Punk!Dirk x Reader REQUESTMore Like This
I sighed, standing outside of this damn club, waiting for my boyfriend, Dirk. Why was I even here? I'm not the clubbing type; I'm the hermit gaming girl. The thought of coming to a public place filled with sex and drugs just... Ick. I was about to go on home, when I heard a familiar voice and the tell-tale noise of jangling chains. "Sorry babe. I was trying to show Dave how to scratch a certain record." I nodded, not sure of what to say. He looked kind of worried. "You okay?" He tilted my head up with his hand, so that our eyes met. I shrugged, giving him a strained smile. "I just don't like clubs...." He nodded, and looked a bit lost in thought. "Then we ain't going in." He swept me up, and took off running down the street. My arms clamped themselves around his neck, and I nearly shrieked at him. "What the
Demon!Russia x Sacrifice!reader ch.3You and Ivan were both standing on an island of rock in a sea of magma. Through the heat-haze, you could make out a few holes in the rocky wall of the chamber, which was about fifty metres away. Behind you, the swirling black portal gaped like a grotesque mouth.More Like This
Ivan clicked his fingers, and an arch of rock sprung up in front of you. He grasped your hand, and you realised that his wings were slightly curved around you. It was, you guessed, so you wouldn’t have to look at the molten rock that churned beneath you.
“Go on,” he said, pushing you forward gently.
You forced your feet to move, looking everywhere but down. Instead, you focussed your gaze ahead. Was it your imagination, or were there a dozen pairs of glowing eyes peering out from the darkness?
Ivan leant forward. “Ignore them,” he muttered in your ear, making you jump. “They do this every time there’s a new arrival. They’ll l
Again With MeOdin – одинMore Like This
Early September, 1914
"You look so handsome, Ivan Rossiyavich."
"Thank you, Tsarina," Russia said sincerely as the woman to whom he spoke, Alexandra Romanova, adjusted the lay of his scarf over his uniform. This was the last he would see of her, of the family, for many months, and the love he had in his heart for her, for the children, allowed him to consent to the way they fussed over him—how the girls offered him knitted gloves and sweaters and socks and signed icons of orthodox saints, how Tsarina Alexandra worried for him and spoke to him as though she had borne him herself.
Of course, he would have consented to such treatment anyway.
"We'll pray for you, Cousin Vanya," one of the girls, fifteen year old Marie, promised.
"Thank you, Marie Nicholaevna," he replied.
"You'll write us often?" This was the eldest of the four girls, Olga. She tried her hardest to be grown up, but the worry in her eyes reminded Russia of her ag
EuromaidanPeople come and gather in Maidan square,More Like This
Decrying the offences to their land.
Ignoring her* cries, the government erred;
Nothing can silence their urgent demands.
A bloodcurdling scream rings throughout the crowd;
The trail of blood leads to the government.
But Ukraine rises up and stands uncowed,
As rebellion and dissent foment.
Torture increases and death toll rises;
Truces derailed by government lies.
Outside players now condemn and chastise;
Fighting pauses, but is it just a guise?
Although the future still remains unclear,
The spirit of freedom shall persevere!
* her - Ukraine
Spain X Reader ~ Salsa Practice~More Like This
Boom. Left foot back.
Boom. Rock on the right.
Boom. Left foot again.
The beat of the salsa began to continue, zooming away faster than you could practice to, and you couldn’t rock on your left heel fast enough, as you held out your hands and danced with an imaginary partner that you pictured looked a lot like your Antonio, who was out getting groceries.
You tightened the ponytail you had tied your hair back in and tsked to yourself, walking over to the stereo-radio player you had received as a gift from your mother ages ago and never, ever gotten rid of. It was the Holy Grail in this house, Antonio used it to play the Spanish radio and listen to the soccer games, Romano and Feliciano used it to play their soft pop songs whenever they came over, Francis for his romance songs, Gilbert for his punk and metal, and you?
You used it for dancing practice, whenever nobody was around.
A push of the button and the
Russia X Reader ~The Monster Under The Bed~"What's wrong?" Ivan groggily asked from the darkened bedroom they shared for the night, listening to the quiet whimpers that disrupted the silence. He sat up with a shuffle of the sheets, staring at the silhouette draped in darkness that shivered from a chill only felt by themselves, and hobbled out of his bed to the one next to his.More Like This
"What happened?" he asked as he clambered into the other bed with a groan of springs, a hushed murmur as he wrapped an arm protectively around your shoulder the only way a six-year-old could, rubbing soothing circles into your back. He looked into your six-year-old eyes, eyes that were exhausted and terrified, petrified with fear.
Adrenaline pumped through his veins, making him become protective, and soft hands still pudgy with baby fat padded your arms, checking your head for injuries as his eyes strained to see with the faint moonlight from the window.
"Are you hurt? Who hurt you?" he demanded, only daring to raise his voice ever-so-slightly for fear of
KingRussiaXReader Roses or Sunflowers Chapter 18More Like This
King Ivan's shock was replaced by anger, he strode forward, smashing his fist into the General's side. The General staggered to the side, letting out a scream. King Ivan glanced at him, squirming in agony at the floor, before rushing towards (Name), he knelt down beside her, his face controlled with the pain of the biggest headache yet.
Control yourself Ivan, not now he thought, clenching his teeth. He saw nothing for a second, before the pain died down as suddenly as it had come. He took in a deep breath and scooped (Name) up, his expression calm and collected.
(Name)'s eyes flickered open, she sat up, her face turning red at the thought of what had happened, she cursed to herself. Why did she always get thrown around? Maybe she should carry a knife around. (Name) looked around at the white room she was in, the curtains were drawn so that it was quite dark inside. She sighed, this ending
Shall We DanceSeptember 1, 1752More Like This
England leaned against the wooden rail of his ship, viewing the waves of the Atlantic below him, and smelling the salt water. Many things were running through his mind. On one hand, it was the 50th Anniversary of Pennsylvania's Carter, though France was beginning to annoy him lately with trying to claim back Canada, and claim America. France had set his eyes on America, since the day England had found him. It annoyed him to no end that the frog just simply did not know when to give up.
Besides, it wasn't like America held any ties to the man. The only ties he had with France was his sister Louisiana. England just knew that France would try to use any form of tactic to gain America, even l'amour as he would call it. Sure, America had a cute crush on the young territory, but he would not stoop so low as to side with France or any of his lackeys. It would only be a matter of time before the Mighty British Empire claimed Louisi
Hetalia DrabblesDrabble 1More Like This
"Damn it!" Romano inwardly cursed. No matter where he went or what he did, he couldn't avoid those hideous creatures.
"Turtles, those slimy little conniving, beastly creatures! it's beyond my understanding how Antonio loves those slimy, slow, stupid, green creatures."
"Although," he begrudgingly admitted, "A turtles hard as rock shell made quite a pleasant crunching sound," as he unmercifully stomped on the poor, helpless creature's back.
"Hmph!" Natalya grumpily sighed as she lay alone in the isolated wheat field. Hearts, those nefarious symbols of love, those deceiving symbols of hope!
"No!" she angrily muttered to herself, "Love will be the last thing on my mind from now on." How foolish was she to actually think her cousin Ivan would return her one-sided affections. Misguided they called her. But really, she was just an angry, frustrated, and lonely teenage girl.
"Rawrrr!!!!!!!!!" Alfred screamed as he pounced Mathew's back.
The Little Italian Mermaid (GerIta and GerPan)More Like This
Once upon a time...
In a splendid palace on the bed of the bluest ocean lived the Sea King, a wise and trustworthy ruler. He lived in a magnificent palace, built of gaily colored coral and seashells together with his 3 granddaughters, very beautiful mermaids.
Felicia, the youngest and loveliest of them all, had a beautiful voice which matched her elegant appearance. When she sang, the fish flocked from all over the sea to listen to her. The shells gaped wide, showing their pearls, and even the jellyfish stopped to listen. She sang very often, and as she sang she gazed up into the ocean, seeking the faint sunlight that scarcely managed to filter down into the depths.
"Oh, how I'd love to go up there and at last see the sky, which everyone says is so pretty, and hear the voices of humans and smell the scent
Wishes (Vampire Hetalia) (??? X Reader) Part 1Hi guys! This is my first story EVER, so I hope you will enjoy it. This is a strange fact. WARNING: CHARACTER DEATHS LATER. I had a dream about this. Anyway, some nice feedback would be helpful. Thank youMore Like This
I was walking to my way to school. I’m a normal regular girl whose name is (y/n). Everything is so normal, it’s so boring.
I turned slowly only to be introduced to my best friend, (b/n).
“Hi” I greeted monotony
“What’s up your butt” she replied
“I’m just so bored, dude! I want something interesting to happen.”
She looked at me funny, with a small frown.
“Be careful what you wish for, (y/n), you never know what can happen”
That was weird. Well, weirder than usual. I shrugged it off and headed off to school with her, in silence. When we finally got to the school, she met up with some friends of hers, and ditches me. I’m the “loner” of the school. I like to keep to mys
2Plague - Chapter 1You try to open your eyes but they sting at the light. You see a blurry outline at your side.More Like This
“Thank god you’re alright, _____. You should rest.” Ludwig’s accent always made you giggle, but this time you simply couldn’t. You crumpled in pain as it shot through your torso and down your limbs. Even your face stung when you yelled out and clenched your jaw.
Ludwig tried to stop you from moving, but you automatically assume a tight fetal position, so he just holds your shoulder and wrist gently. You slowly look out to him. His piercing blue eyes are just inches from yours… You see worry in them.
“Try not to move _____. You’ve been through a lot. Please, just… sleep.” He goes to move away so you lift your arm to grab his wrist. You wince in pain but you catch his fingers and he turns back.
“I told you, don’t move.” You hold tighter to hi
Ski Lift DateMore Like This
A cold shiver ran down your back, you could feel the cold nipping at your skin. The tip of your nose turned a pink as Jack Frost's kisses met your warm skin. You shook your head free of the powdered snow that took residence on top of your hat. You placed your warm knit mitten over your ears, a sigh escaped your cold lips as heat immediately returned to your ears.
You leaned over the side of the ski lift, your eyes widened at the sudden realization of how far up you were. You shrunk back into the seat, the only thing between you and your possible death was a small seatbelt.
The man-child who sat beside you however did not seem fazed by the height. Instead he purposely began to rock back in forth in his spot which caused the lift to swing. You narrowed your eyes at the pale man, and punched his shoulder. The male stopped immediately and frowned, he rubbed his arm. He turned to face you, a childish glint in his dark red eyes.
"That hurt," he frowned as he shook the snow out his already sn
Reader-Chan in Hetalialand - Nekotalia (ONESHOT)More Like This
These are the voted results from previous chapter
Germany - 1
Japan - 4
Italy - 1
Prussia - 1
Spain - 0
Romano - 6
AND THE WINNER IS...ROMANO!!! This is going to be bad, is it...? REVENGE!!!!
After you had breakfast with Angelique and the Allies friends, you started to packing your stuff to go back. Angelique helped you to get ready while others are packing their own.
"That was something in one day." you said while Angelique look confused. "I went to an island that I've never been, chased and kidnapped by those weirdoes, we fought their backups and saw them fight the Axis. That was some adventure I was looking for." you said while you're packing. "Come to think of it, you said your parents are out while you're taking over, right? What did you do when their out?" you asked as she looked little nervous.
"Oh. Umm...some really hard stuff...you know. Besides, it's just a small island, after all. So, yeah...not much." She chuckled un
Neko Axis x Reader (x F.A.C.E)Neko Axis x Reader (x F.A.C.E)More Like This
(name) was going through the streets of (hometown) and tried to repress what happened earlier that evening. It was Christmas day, which meant two things;
One; She was going to celebrate with her two fathers, Arthur and Francis. But also with her older brothers Alfred and Matthew.
Two; She was the one that would keep an eye on them all when the four men started to drink. And according to (name) that was never fun.....
~Flash back is brought to you by Christmas (Yay!)~
It all started like always. They siblings would come around at lunch time to their parents house, and praying it was papa France that was cooking and not England. Some years they were lucky- some year they weren't, but today their prays were answered. Then they would watch a Christmas movie, and because it was Alfred's turn to choose movie they ended up with a Christmas horror movie that wasn't even that scary. Well, at least if you asked everyone else besides Alfred
Twisted tale Allies x little reader“ Here you go, (name). Give this to your grandfather and tell him to get better soon, okay?” Matthew said as he looked down at you,his five year old daughter. He gave you a little basket which contained different kinds of food. “ Oui papa, I will.” you answered as you tried to put on your red hood over your (f/c) dress. He helped you with the hood his friend, Yao had giving you on your fifth birthday.More Like This
“Yo Matthew! you home bro?” the door flew open reveling your second uncle or your “hero”as he called himself, Alfred. You ran towards your uncle, hugging his legs. “ hello uncle hero.” you giggled as he picked you up to a hug. “ Hello little dudette, where ya going?” he asked when he noticed you wearing your red hood you always wore whenever you went outside. “ I'm going to visit grandfather Arthur today. He is having a cold, so papa and I made some food for him to make him fe
Flight X |Action, Humor - The German bros|Genre:Action & HumorMore Like This
Characters: The German brothers
"Yeah?" Gilbert answered as he ascended the steps on the plane. The wind was cold and it’s good to hear from a warm voice, his brother.
"It's me." he noticed something in his voice that made him think.
"Luddie! You called. What's up?"
"You have to cancel your flight."
"Why? I'm already on my way to my seat."
There was a pause at the other line. "Brother?" he called again.
"How would I say this...that plane you're in is going to crash land in Cologne."
"What?!" he almost tripped in the middle of the aisle.
He walked the remaining steps towards his seat. He balanced his phone all the while putting his light baggage up the compartment.
"Listen to me.” his brother is saying. “You have to get out of there. A bomb has been implanted under a seat."
"There is a bo—?!"
Someone shushed him.
“Sorry.” He said.
"Sir, please take your seat." A flight attendant said.
He took his seat.
Guide me through the squallAlin- RomaniaMore Like This
"Thank you! Thank you all! I'm glad you enjoyed the show!" Alin waved and bowed in an overly animated fashion as people tossed spare change and the occasional note into a large empty suitcase opened out on a blanket in front of him. Nearby, his little brother, Andrei, sat on a wooden market stall, munching on a hot portion of chips in newspaper whilst talking to the stall owner, swinging his legs as he did so.
Around them, people milled about in the busy street, ambling from stall to stall poking around at whatever was being sold there before either buying something or moving along. The traders themselves shouted to be heard over the din, promoting their wares with just the slightest hint of aggression and desperation; nobody liked going home with some of their stock left over. It was packed, half the town crowded into one cluttered lane, carts and heavy shoes thundering across cobblestones as the sun blared down from above. This was
Hetalia: The (Not So) Beautiful Dating WorldMore Like This
Hetalia: The (Not So) Beautiful Dating World
For the brokenhearted
Sick of happy endings? Let's be real.
Love. Wanting love is only natural. Finding it is natural. Keeping it is a natural disaster.
This is a series of stories for the brokenhearted. You, dear reader, could be one of my characters. Therefore, I have given you the unpleasant gift of reliving the past and living in this story.
Have you ever had your heart broken? We all must have at least once. Dear reader, it is fortunate to experience heartbreak only once. My heart was beaten to death.
Do you remember the very first time? This was when a friendship died.
Do you remember the second time? This was when someone you love was very sad, but there was no
Kada budem odlazioNa dan kada budem odlazioMore Like This
i posljednji pozdrav izgovorio,
dugačke pozdrave nemojte smišljati
niti mi oproštajne pjesme pjevati.
Pustite me da sam tugu isplačem
prije nego prvi korak napravim,
prije nego na daleki put krenem
i prije nego sve što volim ostavim.
nemojte dugačke pozdrave smišljati,
nemojte za mnom plakati
i nemojte me tjerati da ostanem
na dan kada odlazio budem.
Soft GraySoft GrayMore Like This
When the roaches left her apartment wearing booties and complaining of the conditions there. She knew that her housecleaning skills were lacking. Even flies with their tiny insect brains avoided flying through the windows. The poor things did a U turn and flew back out.
Damn, my place is so nasty, even flies who grow up in filth find it just too messy. I just have to clean up!
Melissa opened her blue eyes wide to see what was really wrong. Dust coated everything with a soft shade of gray. All of the edges of the cheap furniture were blurred like her eyesight was going. Sickened by the sight, a second later she shut her eyes. There was only one thing to do.
She resolved to clean and for a few moments, the task seemed monumental. So much filth to clean, Melissa wondered if she should call for Hercules or one of his equally strong descendants to shift a river through her apartment. Then again she thought, all that water would be just terrible for the electronics. Losing h
She is FakeSHE IS FAKE.More Like This
Look at her; her ah so sad, empty yet beautiful eyes! Her skin so pale, her limbs so scarred, don't you feel sorry for her, for that precious little thing?
Look at her body; so thin and tiny, so weak, her appearance so pathetic, so fragile!
"Why was life so cruel to such a tender little girl?", you wonder.
Ah let me tell you;
For I watch her daily, I see her deeds her thoughts her scheme;
You see what she wants you to see;
She is ugly.
She is pathetic.
A drama queen.
An attention whore.
She is weak.
She is stupid.
She is alone.
She is useless.
She is awkward.
She is incapable.
She is a freak.
Only a burden.
She is using.
She is faking.
She is fake, I am real. I am her, but she is not me.
She wanted to forget, so she is lying.
She wanted to discard, so she is crying.
She wanted to be pretty, so she pushed the ugly onto me.
This melancholy, this tragedy, can't you see?
It's a privilege, a
Losing My ReasonI'm lonelyMore Like This
I'm losing my mind
I'm hurting inside
I'm missing your smile
I'm so suicidal
I'm very dejected
I'm feeling rejected
I'm not in my season
I'm losing my reason
Satan Is A Rather Nice Guy After AllI truly never thoughtMore Like This
I would be the type
to make a deal with the devil
but then again,
I am a witch.
Curiosity Killed The CatLet's be blunt,More Like This
for we all know it
if I was a cat
I'd be long dead by now.
To Be ForgottenI don't fear being forgotten.More Like This
No, I'm scared of being remembered.
Infamy after death, it's a shame that could last for generations.
But that's nonsense, yeah?
The villain lasts only as long as the victims.
Sort to speak, a permant scar is an oxymoron.
A contradiction about the mortal scarred.
Impact is a general term.
Be proud if you're forgotten.
I'd like to think those are individuals to admire.
Unanswered QuestionsMy little sister.More Like This
Asked me why,
Beautiful people had to die.
And I didn't have an answer for her,
Because I've asked the same thing,
So many times.
My little sister,
Asked me why my uncle self medicated,
She asked me why there were blood stains,
In the hall.
I didn't have an answer for her,
Because I didn't want to tell her,
Where the blood came from.
My little sister,
Asked me why mother never smiled anymore.
Why she kept us locked out,
Behind closed doors.
She asked me why,
Mother always cried.
And I didn't have an answer for her.
Because I didn't want to tell her,
Where daddy went.
My little sister,
Asked me why I never answered her.
And I said,
If I told you,
You'd feel like all of us,