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Britain's Worst Nightmare - Chapter 9England briskly entered the World Conference Building after parking his car nearby. On his way to the Conference Room, he collided with something in the hallways. It was America. The two men awkwardly stared at each other.
"Good morning, America," England said, moving to pass the American.
As if a light switch was flipped, America's face went from a fearful hopefulness to an extreme happiness.
"Iggy!” America hugged the Brit. "You talked to me~!"
"Everyone else said that I couldn't talk to you 'cause if you nightmares and stuff and now you've talked to me so I can be the hero and save you so you'll be okay! Are you okay?"
"I will be when you put me down!” America had lifted England well off the ground in his excitement. So America set England on his feet before sprinting away, cheering loudly about his encounter. England hesitantly followed the American down the rest of the hallway to the Conference Room's wi
Hetalia Boys: A California Gurls ParodyI know a place
Where history is made cooler
Charming, fun and wild,
There must be something in the water
Sitting at World Meetings,
Talking politics while arguing
Hang out too
Try'na sneak a little peek
You can travel the world
(You can travel the world)
But all you'll see are personified countries
Once you get to know us
(Once you get to know us)
You'll never wanna leave~
Uniforms from both the World Wars
With looks so cute,
so hot; you can't deny it
Fine, fresh, fierce
And we won't ever stop!
Country flags represent
So put your hands up
Britain's Worst Nightmare - Chapter 8.2SLAM!
“Kesesesesese~! Hey West! Did’ya miss the awesome me?”
Germany sighed. “I would like to say I did not.”
“Prussia~” Italy hugged the albino, who had just come back from who-knows-where and had decided to come back and crash at his brother’s place.
Romano scowled. “What the hell is potato bastard number two doing here?”
“Aw, Roma~ won’t you give the awesome me a hug?” Prussia teased, engulfing the Italian in his arms.
“Chigi! Let go, albino bastard!” Romano violently kicked Prussia in the shin. While the albino hopped on one foot in pain, Romano fled to the couch where England was sitting, watching the exchange in front of him in amusement.
Gilbird, who had hopped off Prussia’s head as soon as his owner had hugged Romano, flew over to hover in front of the Briton, curious ab
Britain's Worst Nightmare - Chapter 7“Why the hell are we here again?”
Canada sighed. “I’ve already told you, we have to get England’s things and secure his house.”
“Then why the hell do we have to do it?”
“Japan’s getting settled in, Germany’s busy with paperwork,, England won’t come back here no matter how hard we try, and Italy…well, you know Italy.”
“Che. Let’s just get this over with.” Romano stalked inside England’s house, Canada close behind.
“You can start picking out some of his clothes,” Canada told Romano, holding out a basket. “I have to take care of some things here, but then I’ll join you.”
With a huff, Romano snatched the basket away from the Canadian and stomped upstairs. Canada blinked, then, shrugging, started his job by fulfilling England’s strange personal request to securely bolt that metal door down the hall.
Canada entered E
American RevolutionYou’ll be gone soon.
That’s what happened with the others,
The ones I took under my wing
And cared for
Until they stripped me of my feathers
Soon, you will leave
And forget our time together.
But oh, how I will ever remember
The day you chose me – me! –
From the other suitors who would do anything for you
At the drop of a hat.
The days spent in bliss,
Spent traversing endless fields,
Taking your hand in mine,
Will soon mean nothing to you.
I know this for a fact.
Our differences will grow,
As will your height,
And you will tower over me,
And turning your back on my affections.
The fuse will shorten and disappear
Before we both lash out
Creating the worst fight;
A fight as bad
As the American Revolution.
You will win
And leave forever, rejoicing,
Leaving me in the pouring rain, in the field
Without a blade in grass in sight,
Clutching and nursing
What’s left of my shattered heart.
Britain's Worst Nightmare - Chapter 6Note: Italic sentences that seem like they don't belong are mini-flashbacks. And Canada's dialogue will be in italics as well.
"We're here," Germany announced as he parked his car. He, Italy, and England got out, dressed in their uniforms. Or at least, Italy and Germany were, England was dressed in an old t-shirt and pants of Germany's, which he was drowning in even though Italy had stitched them up so they didn't fall off his body. The three of them entered the World Conference Building, the clock in the lobby reading 8:45. Rubbing his eyes, England followed Germany and Italy to the Conference Room, where Japan and all the other Allies, even America, were loitering around the large table. As Germany went to set up at his seat on the table, England wandered over to the area where the Allies usually sat. Along the way, he stumbled into Japan.
"Konnichiwa, Igirisu. How was your morning?"
"Oh? How so?"
"I...didn't sleep well last night…"
Addicted to Messy Kisses (Visual) I want to sit on the
roof top in your boxers and kiss
you while listening to you telling me about
the stars that made the constellations on my
face. I want to kiss you when you photograph me,
because that's what I want to remember: loving you
endlessly and boundlessly. I want to kiss you when you
are too tired and too drunk, and watch you slobbering all
over me, while I laugh in your breath on my lips. I want to
kiss you in libraries, when you'll blush and tell me to sto
organized chaosHis brain's like
reflecting muted light.
His brain is architecturally sound,
with perfect corners
organized into neat sections,
metal cutting the spectrum
into cautious pieces.
He tells me he's nothing.
He tells me that he's grown up
from the cracks in the sidewalk
like a dandelion,
and he's been waiting his whole life
for someone to come along
and blow his fucking head off.
He tells me he comes from a bad place,
and I nod
when all I want to do is shake him
and remind him
that everything beautiful
must grow up out of the dirt.
I wanted to write you a lovesong.i.
Summer rain has nothing
on the sound of your laugh,
little pinpricks of sunshine
lounging across the cobbled
streets of midnight,
cooled grey eyes, shining
tears of nightlights
glowing like stars in your cheeks;
in darkened archways,
hollow stone walls
reverberating through my skull --
back to earth, loving
taking root under the city floor,
breathing across cool hands
in warmer songs, notes
bundled under my sheets
thoughts that last all night
and drift between the rafters
of my chest
wanting at last;
pure, starry sky and
dawn rolls down the mountainside,
turrets and towers
crinkle-eyed smile batters
falling -- falling --
more delicate than down
softly into the clouds.
one life into another
the moon has sunk
into my soul; I am losing
but the bloodl
How the waves tasted your anklesSince you are the only sailor
of the sea that my moon-
child eyes so easily bleed,
I crumble to shoreline pieces
every time I press my lips
to half-neglected sea glass,
haunted by visions of the way
you rolled cherries on your tongue.
Two LilliesI found my soul,
in a white lily atop a hill,
a red wine sunset
splashed against the sky.
My heart felt her before
I could see,
the flower strongly rooted
petals blowing with a battle cry
against the wind.
The gusts overtime,
testing and strengthening
the precious growth
roots sewn deep.
I sat beside,
your petals open wide
nothing left to hide,
shades of white
despite the soil you came from.
Yet alone you sit
a secret scent,
for me to enjoy
as I read a book,
and talk to you about everything and nothing.
Late into the night.
dew like tear drops,
and I couldn't take you home with me
but I would return again,
Until the day I join you.
sacrosanct perversionhe is
my paragon of feverish intemperance
my blue-flamed boy nova
the burning of my besotted wits-end and start
the reticence under the gape of endless stars
whose abdomen fell
prey to my scathing eyes and starving claws
whose mien asphyxiated
by my irrepressible thirst
past his past lovers and navel gait
how i pine
for the warmth of his gargantuan laughs
for the coolness of his gaze transfixed
on my lips
blue-fire fervor and inferno
dearest penned don
grant me my sip of the holy grail
i would become a polyglot existence
singing of her myrtle and doves
and my mirabile dictu love
on every known continent
BloodlustIn our private heaven
We satisfy our bloodlust
By breaking each other's skin
With a shinny blade
And tasting the crimson flow
The flow of life
A life of lust and love
The love we feel
For each other
A bloody and guilty love
Of voluntary wounds
And beautiful scars
Our reason to live
Our dirty secret
A secret we both carry
With great pleasure
The only way
We can feel happiness
StarsYou fill me up with bubbles,
dreams and futures floating for me.
Using a line of chalk to draw my life plans on me,
outlining where we can go together.
Stars scribbled across my forehead,
highway across my belly.
Breathing in the cars, making a map of our love.
ways I have failedscarling I believe
I knew our stars were faulted
The same way I knew that I couldn't stand them disarrayed
I wove you slowly
into my tendons
and I refuse any dimension that finds us ceasing
just pretend I am a man
and not a knot in your chest
I will pretend that I'm not gasping for breath
you are my barbed catalyst
that I refuse to release
I will proudly dress my wounds in the mirror
knowing that everything will be better than I was
there is no part of me undoctored
no words ungreened
and no fiber untorn
you were never just a prompt
but you were always more than my thin hands could manage
I always knew you would outgrow me
From A German Soldier to His Italian FriendDear Feliciano,
This is to ease your fears,
To show that I still live
And have not been hit with a bomb
Like you probably thought.
It feels like a bomb
Impacts my heart every morning
When I wake up and realize
You are not in my bed as usual,
You are halfway across the world.
I’ve snapped at more people recently,
Been more irritable
(I thought I’d reached my limit
After I met you)
I suppose with you in my life
You have created a new schedule
For me to follow,
A hectic schedule,
One involving helping you
With everything from training
To tying your shoes.
And without you the balance
And the old routine,
The dull, repetitive routine,
Is no longer tolerable.
I hope I can get back to you soon
And hold you in my arms
And protect you again
From those you fear.
I am usually not good
At expressing feelings like this.
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