And you had done a lot. Thanks to you, your squadron was now well almost infamous in the south west. Both you and your beloved Bristol Beaufighter had reached almost legendary status. And now all your successes were being ripped from you, as if you were worth almost nothing to the force, your entire squadron being uprooted to make way for the Americans.
They didn't admit that part; the official word was that the two squads would just 'work together' and whatnot. But you could tell that was just a bluff; they were going to replace you with a bunch of inexperienced Yankees, who had probably never seen war before. If the statement was true, th
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You glided your fingers over the petals of flowers as you walked through the garden, your dark orange dress trailing on the ground. You turned to your left to see Arthur spying you and making his way over. To your right, you heard footsteps and turned your head in that direction to see Antonio making his way over to you also. You groaned, already expecting their banter.
They both gave you a smile, sweet and genuine. When they saw each other, they gave each other horrendous glares. Both of them each took one of your hands, claiming some sort of possessiveness over you.
"You both seem like you have something important to say." You looked at each of them whilst glaring at each other. They heard your words, but they were just waiting to see who would respond first.
"At the same time?" Antonio
Your squad seemed to share the sentiment. Mettler and Saunders in particular, had seemed utterly on edge, waiting for the signal to sound. It wasn't normal; there shouldn't be this long between missions. Unless your, otherwise paranoid sounding, theories were correct; the Americans had been sent to replace you.
You knew it wasn't logical; the yanks were young and inexperienced; they'd never even seen war, let alone had time to get used to it. There was still this naivety about them, especially from that one who had tapped you, Alfred, as you'd learned he was called. You had no idea how he'd even survived training, let alone made it this far. It was true; realistically no hope that they could out perform you.
But there was still this fear
You could hear the footsteps behind you; hesitant, like the person was having second thoughts. You sighed heavily, not wanting your peace to be broken this easily and turned around. What you saw didn't surprise you; it was Alfred, around five paces away. But there was something off about him, even if you couldn't tell exactly what it was. He was looking at the floor, the usual youthful spark gone from his eyes, replaced by worry. It felt very odd- not that you cared or anything. But you didn't have to like him to want to keep tabs on the s
Why did he have to do this to you? You weren't a 'nancy boy'; you couldn't be. Everything up until that moment had been fine; you had a girl back home, who you'd always thought you'd loved and besides, the possibility had never even crossed your mind. That damned Alfred; he'd ruined everything from the moment he'd entered your life.
It was neither normal nor right; you couldn't, and wouldn't, let yourself be taken over by any feelings you had towards him. You were both men; it was a sin, as you had been told since you were a lad. A perversion, an illness to be cured. No, you couldn't let the infection take hold
At first Lord Middleford just stared at Ciel, but then he sighed.
"She's a strong girl and if she has left last night, we will catch her a few hours after she arrives to London. We have nothing to worry about..."
"Except, Lord Middleford, if I'm allowed to interrupt, we actually do have a case going in London. Her Majesty Queen Victoria has been very nervous about some vanishings taking place in the alleys of London. She has been exctremely worried about her young granddaughters, because the kidnapper seems to specialise on young girls..." the butler announced with neutral look on his face. His eyes glinted when all colour disappeared from the face of Elizabeth's father.
"It can't be true... We can't lose her! What should I do?" Lord Middleford started to walk a circle thinking.
"I would give anyone anything if they'd bring my daughter home safe!"
Ciel suddenly smiled.
I arrived to London around noon. The sum
Something inside of you softened; you could feel it. No longer denying, no longer lying. You knew you'd probably regret this in the long run, but for now it didn't matter; you would finally give into your instincts.
It was only when you were literally two steps away from him that he noticed your presence. He immediately opened his mouth, wanting to give an excuse, an apology, an explanation. But you didn't give him the chance; you sat down next to him, your weight compressing the forest floor. You looked up at the sky, just as he had until just a minute ago, ign
Besides, he probably felt even worse about it than you; you'd taken extra care to make sure he was watching when you kissed Miss Grounds. Not that you regretted it; there was a streak of cruelty within you that just wanted to see him suffer, to watch as everything he could have had was taken by somebody else. The only piece of regret or remorse you felt was for Miss Grounds; it was immoral to use her in such a manner, but your other emotions seemed to run deeper than that, blocking it out from your everyday state of mind.
The plane engines rumbled once more, a sound that was almost as familiar as the sound of your own voice.
"[Name], how're things going? We won, y'know, we won. Course, not everyone made it; Alex, you remember Alex? Well, he didn't make it back. Got shot down just as we were reaching home shores."
He paused, searching for what to say next; the only sound the trees rustling. It was chilly, despite the summer sun, forcing Al to shiver. He swallowed and continued to speak.
"It's different without you, [Name]. Kinda lonely. I mean, there's still lots of us, but it just doesn't feel the same."
A slight smile slid onto his face, widening every second.
"I met your brother last week. Nice guy; talks a lot though. Me
Often lords and diplomats stayed within the castles walls of Ilayna's kingdom and Sir Flynnigan Beckett was no different. Sir Flynnigan, Flynn for short, was an adventurous risk-taker and always had a cool and calm demeanor. He seemed to worry about little and had an almost cocky confidence in him
'Dear Air Marshal Warren,
The mission plan you proposed last month has been given approval by the Higher Command. However, they have raised concerns that the details of the plan are not fully worked out, making the mission as it stands a large risk.'
The Captain swallowed; he didn't envy any man who was required to follow out the Air Marshal's plans. From the ones he had seen, he guessed this one was an almost suicidal mission; an unnecessary risk for very small gains. The Air Marshal really was an enigma; one would have assumed he'd have learned from the Great War that tactics had changes. And here he was, writing up utterly illogical plans.
'However, given t
Those laws are not written and approved texts, for the most of them. But implied agreements respected and taught, without having to spell things out, to the young fledgling Nations.
One of those laws was set out in the fifteenth century. After Jeanne d'Arc's death.
France's despair was such, that the most important of those agreements was decided.
It was now forbidden to love a human.
Prussia remembered the sobs, tears and whines of the Great France. The hatred his friend felt towards England. His long contemplations in front of her grave. His pain, for something that would have inevitably happened someday.
The humans die. The Nations stay.
Prussia knew all of this. It was with this same stare, melancholic and reddish, that still today he watches Germany and Italy hanging around. Full of jealousy, too.
Prussia had pl
A day is awakening anew
As I dress in elegant lace,
I heartily await your embrace
Doing what we may,
There are three words we can always say
We have nothing to rue
When we proclaim "I Love You."
"I....I don't really know," Greece mumbled, still staring into space. Cyprus rushed over, and ushered the Grecian to their couch.
Once the two had settled down comfortably in the sinking couch, Cyprus turned back to his brother. Locking eyes, Cyprus firmly commanded "Tell me everything" (putting extreme emphasis on everything).
"It went....strangely," was all a puzzled Greece could manage. He was breathing at a steady pace, though he felt his lungs screaming for air. The light-headed feeling buzzing through his head wasn't helping him come out of shock. He was shivering, and his palms were drenched in sweat. Words weren't fo
The tone was politely inquiring, but mockery and irony had been laced into it. It was expected that she would deny the association with such a name. He knew and she knew that she would not.
They were on an abandoned dockside. Alone, because it was late. Around midnight perhaps and no right mind would ever be caught outside at that time.
But they two, of questionable minds, were outside now, at twelve, with the soft sighing sounds of the sea to one side and the haunting quiet of a deserted street on the other.
Roxanne contemplated whether to answer or not. But the decision was snatched away as the voice drawled, "Well, well, well..."
She bristled at that. "Good evening to you Mr. Axle." It offered no invite to speak further, those words.
"Lady Roxanne. I find myself dying to ask...was there a costume party that I was not invited to?"
In the shallow lamp light, half of him was illuminated. His visible eye wandered over her. The t
Kaede shook her head. She continued to cry. "It's not fair...we got to marry, but he didn't."
"This was the king's decision..." Chiyu said. "Have some food at least..."
Kaede shook her head. "Not hungry..."
"My dear lady Kaede..." a voice was heard from behind the couple.
The two couple turned around to see who it was. "Yes?"
Masato held out his hand towards Kaede. "A woman must never cry, but smile and laugh"
"Wow...Masato...you look so good," Kaede jumped out of Chiyu's lap and took a hold of Masato's hands.
"She's mine, Masa," Chiyu said a bit of jealousy in his voice.
Masato winked at Kaede. "May I ask you for a dance, my dear lady?"
"What about me, Masa?" Yuji asked as he caught up to his lover.
Both Kaede and Chiyu looked at Yuji. "My lord!"
"Sh," Yuji placed a finger on his own lips. "At the moment I am Yuko."
"Yuko?" Kaede giggled. "I would love this dance, Masato..."
"Hey," Both Chiyu