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Gone, But Never Forgotten
You heard soft sobs coming from inside the house. You knocked on the door a little louder in hopes of whoever was in the house would come and open the door. Foot steps sounded on the other side of the door. The large cream ceramic door creaked open to reveal a tall blonde man.
"Ludwig, the person whose c-crying is t-that?" You stuttered.
"Ja, it's vell you know." The large German drifted off.
"Yeah, I understand. Do you think he'd mind if I come in?" You asked.
"Nein, I think he vill find you better company than me." Ludwig stated, a small tear falling down his cheek.
Ludwig stepped to the side to allow you entrance into the estate. You gave the Germanic man a small smile and nod as you brushed past him. You walked down the narrow hallway using the sobs as your guide to find the Prussian. They grew louder with each step you took on the hardwood floor.
You were just about to reach the door when you heard the sobbing ceased. A door creaked open to reveal a tall albino man with dishevelle
I shakily got up, but soon regained my balance. I walked out of the room opening the chamber doors swiftly revealing a long narrow hallway. I began to skip down the hall looking at all the beautiful things that inhabited the hall. The bottom part was wood pannels and on the top a light cream coloured wall. I saw a tall man with long brown hair wearing a green military looking outfit at the end of the hall, he was surrounded by two other men. One of the other men wore a red outfit, he had short cropped blonde hair and blue eyes. The last man was taller than the first he had shirt blonde hair and wore glasses, he sported a blue uniform.
"Excuse me!" I called out to them, they all look a tad scared. "I don't suppose you know where the front door is?"
"Uh, yes we do." The man who wore the glasses stuttered.
"Could you please show me?" I asked.
"Sure thing?" The smaller of the two drifted off.
"Oh I am Wonderland." I smiled, they all gave me confused looks, like Russia and the others.
Once Upon a Viking 3
"Good work Angus." I smiled as I got off my horse and patted her back.
We were situated on the top of a hill over looking the city, it was a beautiful sight. The lights from sky rises blinking like stars, the moon was out and there was a fire in the distance. The sirens could be heard shrieking all the way to the source of the fire.
As weird as it was, it reminded me of the night that Norway taught me how to do rune stones. The fire reminded me of the same fire Sweden and Denmark had made, the sirens were like the screams of the villages we attacked, the moon looks the exact same as well. Memories from my Viking days flooded in my brain causing a large smile to appear on my face. My horse began to neigh, as if he was frightened.
"Angus, what's wrong?" I asked trying to calm the horse down, who frantically kept neighing. I then felt a gush of wind fly by me, out of the corner of my eye I saw a green mist fly away.
I immediately jumped on Angus and rode after the mist, much to Angus' dis
Once Upon a Viking 2
When we all got back to the house I decided to take a nap, I took off my red military jacket and red pants tossing them over a nearby wicker chair. I loosened my tie and tossed in on the floor along with everything else. I pulled on a red tank top with a pair of loose yellow flannel pants. I cuddled up underneath my Skåne flag covers and rested my head on the soft pillow, I tiredly closed my eyes and let my dreams take control of my mind.
I was in a forest, the trees were bare with no leaves in sight. Snow was softly falling all around me like tiny dancers. I dusted the snow off my Viking outfit and continued walking through the snow. My horses reins were in my hand, most of my belongings were attached to it's saddle. My sword was attached close to my hip, it's hilt clanging against the edge of the sheath. My blood red cloak flew behind me as the wind nipped at my nose. I walked back to our small camp where I saw Denmark and Sweden hovering over the fire, trying to grasp it warmth.
"Qui est-elle?" A french voice asked his voice was soft like it was in the distance.
"Don't know dude! Artie said he found her in a hole." A loud voice exclaimed.
"In a hole? But why was she in hole?" A thick accent voiced.
Everything was black, I tried moving a muscle but nothing happened. The last thing I remember was being in my home land. I was singing along with the flowers when a door popped up in the meadow. Curiously I tried opening the door but it was locked, I walked away from the wooden oak door and back to the beautiful flowers and resumed singing.
I then felt something hit the top of my head.
I looked down to see a silver key had fallen, hit my head and fell into one of the folds of my fluffly white dress. I picked it up and admired it in the dim glow of laterns around me, the soft blue laterns giving me enough light to see the key. I got up and walked back over to the wooden door and stuck the key into the key-hole. I gingerly turned the delicate key top unlocking the doo
Someday I'll Be
I was sitting in the library like I do every day at lunch. I was scribbling new anime characters on my sketchbook, I am very interested in traveling and personification. I was currently sketching out some new ideas where I personify the countries, it was turning out very well. Right now I was working on Rodina, also known as Mother Russia, except in this sketch he was an extremely tall guy with purple eyes and a long flowing pink scarf.
"Someday you'll be real, you'll be there to hold me when I am down." I said with a sad smile as a tear fell onto the paper.
"Nice sketches." A voice sneered, I turned around to see Natalie a tall brunette girl, she was the Devil's version of Regina George. Yes, she is worse the Regina and has made my life the living hell. "Why do you spend so much time on this shit, it's pathetic it's not like you're any good. Also I am surprised your mother let's you dress yourself." She laughed.
I collected my things and pushed by her, tears threatening to fall. My bl
I wanted to do a meme~~~~Taken from: :iconchai-turtle:
Pick 12 characters from a fandom and number them one to twelve, then answer these cracktastic questions...
1. Have you ever read a Six/Eleven fic? Do you want to?
Actually, no, I have never read a FrancexGermany fanfic. It does sound interesting, though :iconheplz:
2. Do you think Four is hot? How hot?
Yes... yes, Prussia is hot. How do I label his hotness? Um... Awesome...?
3. What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant?
*wow, a straight pairing* I don't know. Italy and Sey sound like they'd make a cute couple. And the kid would probably be really cute and sweet, since both Italy and Sey are just so kind
4. Can you recall any fics about Nine?
I read this really cute one about Lichtenste
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Every morning for months, she'd woken up to stare in the hand mirror at her bedside and realize that the one in the reflection was a man that she did not know at all, a man with blonde rugged hair that matted his head with an unruly flair with green eyes that sparkled and glinted like the sun.
The first time this had happened, she'd screamed and run away, too afraid to tell anyone of what she had seen for fear that they might think her mad. But slowly, steadily, she grew used to this man in the mirror.
This image of the man who appeared in the mirror, exactly at one hour to dawn every morning when she would wake, was something of a miracle to her. He never told her why he was there--although a few weeks after she began to watch the face in the mirror she finally found that he could speak, and with the sm
The Jock and The BrainsEnglandXShy!ReaderXAmerica
Story by: Lilacgiraffe
So, this is going to be from three points of view; your's, Arthur's, and Alfred's.
"Alfred!" the teacher shouted, finally grabing the American's attention.
"Yes ma'am," he replies, startled.
"Mr. Jones, have you been paying attention at all?" she sighs.
"Um," he blushes, the rest of the class staring at him except for one. The one who had distracted him. She was too busy with her reading and writing. Once she finished the class work, she would start homework for another class. She didn't play any sports. She had no friends...
"Mr. Jones!" the teacher screeches again, making the class chuckle and Alfred jolt in his seat. "If you can't pay attention, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You have one last chance."
Alfred gulps air, trying to pay attention. To not let his eyes wander to that one girl who sat in the very back, working all the time. Tha
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