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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…"
The Voice of HeavenThe sweetest music fills the atmosphere
The voice of heaven itself
Surfing on waves of air
Sound so pleasant, beyond orgasmic
Listen to the subtle facets of its audible splendor
Every measure, every crescendo, every lick
Everyone is savored
Never have ears been so graced
Graced by such a precious lullaby
Transcendent silvery tones caress the soul
Knees begin to buckle
Everything fades in haunting mist
Oh, harmonious ballad!
The notes sparkle along their silky path
So smooth, so lovely
Sing them forever
Sing sweet love,
Your beautiful heart let shine!
Light up the darkness
Play your songs again and again
Play your songs in my heart
In the heart you've captured and chained to yours
If only everyone could know their magick
Those notes will resonate in me til I die and ever after
I love you, voice of heaven
By Suzanne Karbach 27th July 2014
sugarclawyou sang, watermystic
rosehips swaying two hearts
to a shell
and i, niagara
fell beneath, earth tesselate
seeping in infinite squares
but this is no desert love
story you are telling, lies
stretched over acres
o' your sweetscented mouth
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
Songs“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?”
Those aren't my words, what can I say?
Your laugh, your smile, your way with words,
Your song is borrowed by the birds…
two can play at this gamehelp.
my heart beats
and my lungs
swell with air,
but I swore
my life would
cease to be
if I could
no longer call
you mine. please
Head and HeartYou leaned into my touch
So that your head
And all its precious thoughts
Were cradled in my palms.
My heart raced with longing.
Hours later, the scent
Of your hair gel
Lingers on my hands,
You're not merely a figment
Of my imagination.
HazelToday I've seen you again,
I've looked in the ocean
of you beautiful eyes
you said my name,
so now I'm living again.
Soon I will die, just
to come back from
your voice says
I'm still breathing
your scent, hoping
to be lucky enough
for doing it for the rest
of my life.
I love you,
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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