For His Happiness Ch. 15 (AmeriPan Fan Fiction) by RyuuMusume, literature
Literature
For His Happiness Ch. 15 (AmeriPan Fan Fiction)
July 4, XXXX, Independence Day,
It was not a big surprise when I found out that Alfred F. Jones was born on the same day the United States celebrated with lights and the anniversary of its liberation. When Matthew celebrated his birthday on July 1st, he preferred the serene tranquility than the confusing chaos of the clamor, but that didn’t stop him nor his friends and family to enjoy the laughter and nonsense in the circle as long as there was no bloodshed involved. However, in Alfred’s case, Arthur Kirkland once told me that when he was born three days after his twin (due to being premature), there were
Le Grand Prince (RoChu Fanfiction) by MarshMAEllow, literature
Literature
Le Grand Prince (RoChu Fanfiction)
Let me tell you about my life.
I am a prince who lives here in this planet. It is always snowing and cold in this place I call my home: the Soviet Union. Nothing had grown in this land, except for a gloomy volcano that I clean on a daily basis, and some baobab spouts I often pull uproot lest it would bring my small, insignificant planet to destruction.
No, I am not lonely here.
I would whisper to myself.
I am alone, but not lonely.
I proved that lie correct when miraculously, a single, beautiful flower grew on the Soviet Union. Golden petals, Green leaves, Midnight black hair and Amber-colored eyes.
He was a Sunflower.
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By half-past eight, Russia has to admit that Yao was right about the wine. That in itself is probably a sign that he isn’t altogether sober anymore, no matter how he’d scoffed earlier that the glorified grape juice Yao preferred had nothing on his many, many centuries of vodka-swilling experience. Moscow, he confirms with a wince, is shivering through a biting minus-two-degree chill tonight, but here in Beijing, the warmth of the alcohol (sweet, surprisingly potent) simmers through his veins. Leaning back into the sofa, he lolls his head languidly to his right to glance fondly at the nation beside him, and feels the hazy contentme