Snapshots (A RusCan fluff oneshot)SmileMore Like This
Russia would surprise himself that he was able to smile when Canada's warm presence was beside him.
Canada's face heats up when Russia gently touches his cheek or his hands lovingly making the Canadian feel weak in the knees.
Canada being dragged away from Russia by his twin and was unable to speak out hurt him, but seeing Ivan's dejected face was more painful than his twin's tight grip.
Russia was never good with words so he acts on his emotions so whenever he sees Canada upset he hugs him without asking which the Canadian appreciates greatly.
Russia was not a jealous man but when he saw Prussia, with a smirk on his face, leaning closer to oblivious Canada, compelled him to smack him senseless with his pipe: he would never admit to be green with envy.
Their companionship was odd at first seemly to be unstable in the eyes of the other nations, but with time and awkward moments later both arctic nations were closer than ever and it all starte
A Bit of Caffeine: USUKMore Like This
Arthur needed caffeine badly. His morning had started out on the wrong side of the bed, literally; he had missed his bus because he overslept. His creepy French neighbour decided this was the perfect morning to hit on Arthur during the entire elevator ride and to his bus stop. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with the Frenchman since Arthur needed to focus on getting to an important meeting with his editor which, upon arriving at the office with minutes to spare, found out his editor had to cancel because of an emergency family issue.
He stepped into a small coffee shop and huffed as his mind replayed the day’s unforgiving event. Surprisingly the shop had just a few people in it. Two men in the back were speaking in a mixture of Spanish and Italian appearing to be having a quiet disagreement. The barista looked up from his cleaning at the tiny tinkling sound of bell above the door, meeting Arthur with a sincere smile. Arthur glanced around and made his way to the c
USUK - Schoolyard Bully - Chapter 2More Like This
Chapter Two – I’m No Hero
“Huh? What was that Arthur?” The leader asked Arthur as he came to a halt in front of them, sneering at shorter male. Now that Arthur thought about it, maybe it wasn’t his place to step in. But then again, they did stop after all. . . “Are you friends with this nerd?”
Arthur sucked in his pride before glancing at the American on the floor. His cheek was already bruising. “Yes I am,” he nodded, walking past the ring leader before holding a hand out for Alfred to grab. Alfred only looked curiously at his hand before looking at Arthur. Arthur nodded again, rolling his eyes slightly before Alfred gripped onto his hand and hoisted himself up. “Now if you would please excuse us, I have to help him clean up.”
Arthur let go of Alfred’s hand and started to pack away the mess that the bullies had made when they kicked Alfred abo
USUK - Schoolyard Bully - Chapter 1More Like This
Chapter One – Role Model Student
He stood up in the front of the class once again. His uniform perfectly presented, shoes cleaned so they gleamed under the fluorescent lighting, paper held in his hands as he read out his presentation. The only messy things about him were his blond locks that flicked at random places and his large and thick eyebrows. To every teacher in the entire school, Arthur Kirkland was the perfect student, minus his behaviour to certain students.
Arthur was always like this though. He always wanted to separate himself from his brothers who had gotten a reputation at school for being loud, rude and disorderly. All Arthur wanted to do was bring pride to the Kirkland family, which he now does.
At the back of the classroom was where the newly transferred American sat. His crystal blue eyes gazed over at Arthur. Sure he had seen people like him back at ‘home’ but he never met one quite like him. The American
APH: Noon reunionThe wall had fallen, families who had been thorn apart for many years reunited, people were celebrating, drinking and filled with joy.More Like This
The blonde man slowly strolled down the jolly streets, trying hard to put up a smile and enjoy the new freedom as well. Though, he several times turned down offers to join his men in their drinking, and not even when darkness fell and dyed the sky dark, dark blue he returned home. Somehow the lonely tranquility of his house seemed worse than being out, wandering around in the city while watching cheerful faces and listen to the sound of laughter which filled the chilling night air. He only wished he could join them in their happiness, but a part of him was still missing, something, or rather, someone, he could not start his own celebration without.
When dawn came, and the German still hadn't found who he searched for, although he had been walking around in Berlin the whole night, he figured that it could be a good idea to return
Divided We StandBrother, little brother, why did you let me go?More Like This
You let that Slavic giant steal me from my home
He dragged me from you through the cold, cold snow
Believe me, brother, I put up a fight
But I was no match for my wintery foe.
Brother, he made me build a wall through Berlin
I know it's separating our people from their kin
It's a dividing line stopping me from seeing you
So tell me, brother, do you miss me too?
Brother, it's been a while, and my people have changed
No longer do they speak the language called after your name
Even I learned his strange alphabet, but I'm growing weak
Communism isn't all it's cracked up to be;
Brother, you're lucky to have a democracy.
Brother, it's been longer still
And as the years go by, I'm growing ill
For these people will forget about their once-proud nation
And they must welcome these changes with forced elation
Brother, I tried to cross the wall
But the guards shot me, and down I fell
So I had to settle for va