You sighed, and glanced over at him with pity. He was invisible to them again.
Russia was sitting on him, as usual. Why did it seem like you were the only one who could see poor Canada?
The only time the rest of the Allies noticed him was when they were looking for America. His brother. Never did anyone see him otherwise.
You felt bad for the little guy. A loud, crazy, somewhat obnoxious guy like America was bound to overshadow his own quiet, shy brother like that. You were pretty sure Canada had spent his whole life getting stuck in his brother’s problems, only because people confused them.
Once in a while, you would catch a sad expression on the Canadian’s normally sweet face. You could never imagine what it would be like to be in his position.
Is he invisible because… they ignore him? You wondered sometimes.
America ended the meeting, and everyone began to leave.
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“I’m telling you; I’m the awesomest!”
“And I’m telling you… there’s no way you’re better than the hero!”
“You’re both such fools—neither of you could be as great as me. I’m the King!”
You giggled quietly. Much to your amusement, you were hanging out with the ‘Awesome Trio’, which consisted of Prussia, America, and Denmark.
The four of you were currently at an evening festival to celebrate the opening of Japan’s newest capital. You weren’t even sure how you wound up hanging with them—but here you were, and their silly, self-centered arguing was undeniably funny.
“What are you giggling about over there, _____?” Prussia smirked, turni
“What if I’m not cut out for this?” you asked yourself
“I’m barely 20 and sure Lady Hokage recommended me but…” You sighed “Maybe she was mistaken”
“I don’t think so Lady Hokage is almost never wrong” You knew that voice well
“Hmp! Kakashi- sensei didn’t anyone tell you it wrong to spy on your comrades?” The man who was two trees behind you came over and sat next to you.
“I was worried about you and we
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You looked up at the poster. It was still a little crooked, but it would have to do.
You’d just finished putting up your newest poster of your favorite band, Bad Touch. It had all three members on it—Prussia, France, and Spain, looking as great as they always did.
They were currently your obsession. But not just you; they had fangirls all over the world. They were a national phenomenon. Starting out in Europe, they quickly became the world’s most famous boy band.
Lately, Bad Touch was all you ever thought about. Usually you didn’t obsess over boy bands, but this was an exception.
Since your family didn’t have a lot of money, you couldn’t afford to go to concerts or even buy much of their merchandise. But you did spend all of your allowance on magazines. Mostly just to rip out the Bad Touch posters and put them up on y
But you were a part of the Axis now, and you were doing everything you could to stay strong for them. The depression you could deal with. You could brush it off and smile away the pain, to make your allies not worry about you. Now that you could barely move, you were worried. What if Germany, the unofficial leader of your little group, now saw you as useless and threw you out in the cold? You were determined to hide this from the others at all costs.
The comforter around you did nothing to ease your chills, and your house was drafty and falling to shreds due to your economic troubles. Then your phone rang out, and you rose to grab it, taking the comforter around your shoulders. After hitting the button, you coughed for a second and watched the blood s
You knew that walking alone in the woods was dangerous. Walking alone in the woods was down right stupid. But you didn't care, you loved walking in the woods.
The fresh air and deep night sky spattered with stars was beautiful to witness. You also enjoyed the sounds of leaves and twigs crunching beneath your feet.
However tonight wasn't like the others, you could feel it, some sort of disturbance in the forest. The birds were silent, no owls called out, no mice squeaked.
Like there was a predator lurking in the shadows. Waiting and watching. Watching you.
You shivered and turned, looking behind, sure that something would be behind you. Nothing. But dark woods and an empty twisting path. No, not so empty.
Amid the dry leaves and gnarled branches lay something small and glittering. Walking over to it, you crouched, squinting in the dim light. It was a necklace, the dainty chain curled beneath a silver charm.
What would you do if your were trapped, face to face with a maniacal wolf?
Most people would scream, others would freeze up. It was really good you weren't most people. The moment the wolf had entered the clearing, it's teeth bared and hackles raised, your survival skills had leapt into over drive.
You had run to the nearest tree and climbed up it, moving like a monkey. The dark auburn wolf howled and snarled, trying in vain to climb after you. You stared down at it, trying not to pass out from fright.
Your heart pounded against your ribs, beating at an erratic pace. You locked eyes with the creature and shuddered. It had magenta eyes. You had heard of wolves with icy blue eyes or beautiful violet eyes, but never magenta.
Saliva flew from it's jaws at it snarled a frenzy, scratching and biting the tree. You shuddered each time the wonderful oak was jolted.
'If I live through this, I'll never use anything m
Your boyfriend broke away from the kiss with frown on his face. Staring back at him you tried to keep the sheepish look off your face. “Is something wrong, Matt?” you asked.
“We didn’t have pancakes for breakfast.” he said.
Damn it, you thought, he knows.
You just frowned trying to keep an innocent look on your face, “So?”
“I taste maple syrup.” Matthew said, catching your lips again. You knew it might be better to keep your mouth shut, but you couldn’t resist your sexy Canadian boyfriend. When he finally pulled back, he said, “I definitely taste maple syrup.” You nodded on instinct, still lightheaded.
He leaned down and started to kiss your neck, making you moan. “Did you make pancakes without me?” he asked. Unable you speak you just shook your head. “Then what troub
When you awoke, it was in Germany’s arms. Under any other circumstances it would have brought a smile, and probably a blush, to your face, but you were waking for a different reason. You tore out of his arms with surprising force and made your way to the adjoining bathroom as quickly as you could manage. You tried as hard as you could to retch quietly, and when you saw the blood blooming in the water you thought you ought to wake him. Weakly you made your way to the doorway when you heard a knock on the door downstairs. Germany was still sound asleep. Taking care of you must have really tired him. Something possessed you to get to it and found your boss, drunk off his ass.
“Hey,” he slurred, “you weren’t at your home.”
You stared at him in disbelief. You knew what was behind this cloud of alcohol. Before you stood a cold and calculating man, concerned only with power and wealth.
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You’re a girl with a problem.
If he wasn’t in your life, then things would practically be perfect. But the fact was, he is in your life, whether you want him there or not.
You’ve got yourself a seemingly emotionless, creepy, perverted stalker who loves cats and has a habit of talking dirty. In other words; it’s Greece.
He loves you, or so he claims… but lately it seems more like he’s just borderline obsessed. Which is goddamn creepy, because he’s always got that expressionless face and slow-monotone voice.
You usually try to avoid him, because he makes you feel uncomfortable. All he does is stare. You once even caught him trying to take a picture of you.
WARNING: If you couldn't tell by the smexy title, this fanfic has
"Look! There she is! The Ice Queen!"
"Shhh, you idiot! Do you want her to kill us with her glare?!"
You sighed. That one expiration drew a heavy tension in the cafeteria hall as fellow recruits paused, food trays trembling in hand. To all the others, it looked like you sighed in annoyance, and when you turned towards the person who claimed you could "kill with a glare," he fell to his knees, begging for forgiveness.
"PLEASE DON'T HURT MEEEEEE!!!"
You sighed again as he took this as a sign to get the fuck away before you murdered him. But the truth was, you were sighing in dejection.
It was absolutely hopeless. No one would ever understand you.
You were the shyest, girliest member of the Survey Corps, but to everyone else, you were the strongest, most ruthless, emotionless Cadet. Even Corporal Levi was only able to
"Now, bella, repeat after me; arrivederci~"
The usually bubbly Italian sighed, shaking his head. You'd been sitting at Feliciano and Lovino Vargas' kitchen table as Feli unsuccessfully tried to teach you his native language. Even though Feli had only tried to teach you the basics so far, you were having a fair bit of trouble.
Lovino, who was torn between being disgusted and amused at your failure, would swear and criticise you whenever he felt he felt it appropriate and FYI, that was a lot.
"C'mon bella, it's arriveder-"
"FRATELLO!" Lovino shouted from across the table, catching both you and Feli of guard. "You can't teach the idiota to say 'arrivederci' if she can't even roll her damned r's!"
You gave a snort of laughter as Feli's expression turned to one of a kicked puppy, but instantly regretted it when Lovino turned to scowl at you.
"And YOU, dumb-arse, LEARN TO ROLL
You had always been able to see the wolf. You couldn't remember a time when the wolf hadn't been there.
When you had grown old enough to talk, you told everyone about the wolf. Your parents would laugh and joke about how your imaginary friend wasn't like other children's imaginary friends. At first it had confused you. You could see the wolf, even your best friend Felix could see the wolf.
The both of you had fun, waltzing about with the pink, bow tie wearing wolf.
But soon, even Felix denounced the wolf, laughing at you for having an imaginary friend.
So you ignored the wolf, hoping it would go away. When it didn't, you would yell at it to leave. Of course you were smart enough to make sure you were alone when yelling.
It would leave and you would feel free, no longer needing to worry about being insane. but it would come back. It always came back no matter what you did to shoo it away.
The stupid pink, bow
Not That Drunk
"Stupid Arthur " you grumbled to yourself, taking another swig of your drink, effectively finishing your 4th beer. " And that stupid, freakin' police force, I tell ya *hic* now, they've stolen my best friend!"
Sighing, you crossed your arms on the bar and nestled your head in comfortably. When you felt someone gently tap you on the shoulder you looked up to see Mathias, a regular at the pub, grinning down at you.
"Hey _____," he said, cheerfully running a hand through his sexy gelled up blonde hair. "Where's Sergeant Bushy-Brows?"
You scoffed at the mention of Arthur and straightened up on your stool, so as to face Mathias properly. "That *hic* bloody git," you growled, mocking the Brit's speech. "has ditched me for the fuzz. The fuzz, Mathias." And with that, you jumped off of your stool, threw your arms in the air and bellowed "THE FUUUUUZZZZZZ!!"
Well, that was when all hell broke loose.
A shady Dutch man in the back of the pub
You’d never been more worried in your entire life.
You continued to sit in that uncomfortable hospital chair, simply watching him, for hours. Though no matter how long you waited, he still wouldn’t wake up.
You had no tears left, your knees weren’t shaking anymore, and your heartbeat wasn’t thumping erratically. Not like it had been during the time of the accident, of course.
You sighed, and continued to watch his sleeping face. He looked so cute and innocent that way. The nurses had cleaned him up pretty well; so his body wasn’t covered in blood and dirt anymore.
The beeping of the heart monitor was what kept you from going insane. You feared for his life, yes, but that monitor kept your hopes up. It had maintained a healthy, steady beat, just as the doctors had told you it would.
It wasn’t too serious of an accident- in fact the doctors assured you he would
Alfred was first, with everything, you had known him since grade school. He was first to friend zone you too.
You were at Gilbert’s latest party and the gang was running out of games to play. You had played Charades, Truth or Dare, even Checkers.
Thankfully, you were making some new friends; mostly other girls because you knew all the guys.
“I know!” Francis said “let’s play spin the bottle.”
“What’s that?” You asked, Gilbert and Francis exchanged amused glances.
“This is going to be like explaining the Pocky game,” Gilbert said with a naughty grin.
“The what?” you asked another amused glance.
“Ok, everyone stands in a circle alternating between male and female” Francis ordered, everyone did so.
Gilbert set an empty soda bottle in the center.
(Esmeralda - Esmeraldo)
(This story may contain sensitive material in it. Just for the warning.)
The world was wild, full of wicked sin and vice everywhere you turned, there were always liars, cheaters, debauchees, murderers, all of them hell-bound sinners all the same everywhere you looked. There on this Earth purity was missing and the world remained full of unruly vile evil corruption. Purity was nowhere to be seen within this tainted world as the hand of sin left nothing untouched, but he was desperate enough to cling onto to what he called purity and claimed it as his own and his alone. You were his purity, you were untouched by the world's sinful infliction and literally godsend, or so that is what he believed. This man was known as Judge Claude Frollo and he believed he had been gifted by God and his angels for his good works a girl wh