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::G:: Italy's Reassurance"Oh, you know, you know, you know,
I'd never ask you to change
If perfect's what you're searching for
Then just stay the same "
You sighed and looked over at your pile of plush dolls, specifically your Pokémon and Hello Kitty ones. Feliciano, your caring boyfriend, had come over for a while because he really had nothing better to do.
Or at least, that's what you thought.
Feliciano noticed your sudden glance at the dolls and gave you a concerned look, getting up and pulling you into a side hug gently.
"Hey, what's wrong, [Name]? You just looked at your plushies sadly Did they do something wrong?" You made an inaudible noise before sighing and looking over at Feliciano sadly.
"Should I get rid of them? I mean Nobody else likes them and I get judged a lot for liking such childish things " Your gaze averted from the dolls to your bookshelf, which was half-filled with manga books and the sort. "Those, too. This is why I barely have any friends
Valentine's Day .::Wrath Contest Entry::.You placed yourself under a tree located in the commons of your high school. Turning your music up louder, you opened up your backpack and pulled out the current book you have been reading. You were completely obvious to your surroundings, not giving a care to the world around you. When you had time to read in the morning, it was your first priority before anything. Not last night's homework that was due today, not the test that was coming up in History class; nothing could compare. You were in your own world now. Twenty minutes of blissful chapters of your favorite book, nothing else could make you happier. Well, okay, maybe a bagel or some sort of treat, but that was beside the point. A pang of eye pain hit the corner of your eyes as the bright assortment of colors began to weave throughout the commons. You picked your head up and frowned almost immediately. It was that time of February already? Sighing, you went back to your book. Oh, how you dreaded the rest of the day to turn out.
So, Our Future? .::Austria::.Requested by: ~Crysvic
"You know, I truly don't see what is so fascinating about this game, [Name]." You were on your knees, standing sternly on your plush couch, gripping the Wii remote tightly. You didn't bother to acknowledge Roderich's observation due to how intense the game was getting. If he was going to insult Skyward Sword in your house, you'll insult him by ignoring him! Who cares if he was your boyfriend; Legend of Zelda was your LIFE. Roderich glanced at you from the top of his glasses, staring at you in amusement. "Is that how it's going to be, huh?" With a smirk, he stood up and fixed his shirt. He took a step away but was stopped by the Wii nunchuk wrapping its self around his wrist. He turned his head to see you pleading with your eyes for him to stay. He smiled slightly, picking up his wrist and untying the nunchuk. Your mouth gaped at him as he returned the device back to you. Roderich, being the fancy man he is, used his index finger under your chin to bring your
Grenade .::Germany::."I'd jump in front of a train for ya
You know I'd do anything for ya
I would go through all this pain
Take a bullet straight through my brain
Yes, I would die for you, baby
But you won't do the same "
Ludwig growled in annoyance at the sight of that idiotic Spaniard with her. After a stupid fight, [Name] had broken up with him and left his life forever. Though, Ludwig had a feeling she never even loved him. Whenever they were together, she would be staring off into space and sometimes right out ignored him. Whenever they kissed, she'd recoil a bit. It always got Ludwig thinking; Was he not good enough? He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers as if he were getting ready for war, and looked back up at the beautiful girl he once called his girlfriend. Antonio had just bought her a necklace, one with a turtle as the charm. [Name] had always had a liking towards turtles. Hot tears rushed up to Ludwig's eyes, threatening to spill out in public. They wo
Its a Promise, Right? --2--
"Kiku! Kiku! Wanna go for a walk in the park? There'll be a lot of pretty girls to talk to!" Kiku's friend, Feliciano, was trying to push him out of the house on Valentine's Day. He just wasn't up for it, yet. It has been a nearly two months since she died, but he still didn't know what to do with himself. Kiku shook his head, gaining a sad look from his friend.
"I'm sorry, Feliciano. I just do not feel like going out today, that is all." Feliciano frowned sadly once more before nodding in agreement and walking towards the door.
"It's okay, Kiku! I may not understand, but you're in a lot of pain right now with [Name] gone! You may just need your space or something. I'll come back later to spend the rest of the night with you so you aren't lonely, okay?" He flashed him a bright smile before walking out of the calm house. Kiku was staring at his door with a blank expression. Without a second thought, he ran out the door.
"You You really meant a lot to me, [Name] " Kiku stoo
Its a Promise, Right? .::Japan::.
"Kiku, wake up! You've been asleep long enough!" The high-pitched voice awoke the Japanese boy from his dreams. His eyelids still felt heavy, assuming he hadn't gotten enough sleep. His eyes wandered to the tall figure looming over his body. Kiku sighed in relief when he had noticed it was just [Name]. The corners of his lips tugged up into a small smile; the kind of smile he only gives to [Name]. He sat up slowly, not wanting to get a head rush. He heard her sigh heavily, making his smile grow. "Geez, Kiku. If you keep staying asleep for such a long time, then you'll never be fit enough for your own self-defense! You'll end up like Miss [Name]!" She had her hands on her hips, bending over Kiku with pouted lips. He chuckled and nodded, bowing a little to show his understanding.
"I am sorry, [Name]. I have not been getting enough sleep lately, so that is why I am sleeping in so late." She sighed again and stood up straight again, holding out her hand for him to take.
"No need to talk
A Cancer's New Year's Resolution -- AmericaCancer's New Year's Resolution;
Be more active and do more physical activities.
"Hey, [Name]!" You turned your head around to see a hyper American running his way towards you. You sighed, closing your door so none of the heat would escape your comfortable home.
"What is it, Alfred?" He grinned and pulled out a party popper, popping it right in front of your face. Good thing it was pointing upwards, or else he'd be on the ground wondering what just hit him.
"Happy New Year's!" You gave him the most strangest look you could muster up.
"Seriously? That's all you came to say?" He pouted and slouched over a little.
"Well if you're gonna be a poo about it, then fine..." You sighed and opened the door to your house again, stepping inside.
"Are you coming in or not?" His face lit up immediately as he bounced into your welcoming home. You gave him another strange look before closing the door behind him, immediately beginning to take off your coat. Alfred stood there, dumbfounded f
Acceptance .::France::."Why don't you ever stop drawing that crap, [Name]?" You gritted your teeth discretely, hoping that the people crowded around you would go away.
"Yeah, I don't see the point in drawing aminee." You clenched your fists tightly at the mispronunciation of 'anime'.
"You're such a loser, [Name]!" Another girl laughed before the three of them left to go to a close by restaurant. You fought back tears once again. This happened all the time in high school, soon following you into college.
'When will this ever stop?'
Nobody could accept you for your love of anime. Even if you would watch it on occasions only, you still were never accepted by anyone due to the fact that you never stop drawing anime, either. You heard laughter from the side of you. You sighed and ignored it, most likely because they were making fun of you. Of course, you got part of the conversation and almost wanted to rip their throats out.
"Did you hear she has a friend in Portugal?"
"Yeah, I heard that, too! Talks to h
Arigatou, Ookiku Kansha .::Lithuania::.Requested by ~dragonfly-kun
"Arigatou ookiku kansha!
Terekusai kedo kokoro kara omotteru yo
Arigatou zenbu ni kansha!
Sunao ni ieru sore mo kimi no okage kana.."
"Its fine, [Name]. It just needs to be moved over here."
"B-But, you're about to-"
Suddenly, everything Toris was holding fell on top of him. You blinked and bent over his box-covered form. You gave him a sympathetic look.
"Toris, are you okay?" He winced a little and smiled at you.
"I'm fine, [Name]. Just a little unbalanced today, is all." That was a lie. Toris was overly thrilled when you asked him to come help with setting up Christmas decorations, along with help you set up the tree. He wasn't very pleased when he heard of Natalia breaking your leg for talking to Ivan two weeks ago, but he was still happy that you asked him to help you with all this. Toris had such a big crush on you, yet he had no way of telling you. He thought that maybe today he would be able to, but he had to think of t
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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