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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…"
you're the reason for my fraying edgesA piece of me snagged
on your fingertips, now
I'm spending the rest
of my life unraveling
About a girl(French version below)
Naiad, braving the tumultuous streams without risk
Your crystalline beauty illuminates these shabby, spineless and muddy reeds,
The softness of your skin like a caress that even the sea air couldn't bring me;
Oh My, I'd like to snatch this ivy leaf which covers you way too much!
I accomplished the most perilous labour just by staring at you;
My Hesperide, your breathtakingly high curves entice this pilgrim, blinded mortal,
And force naked and fool men to carry their own Iliad out to conquer you.
The singing of your voice shall guide us through this long, calm watercourse to the Elysium.
Your smile, forbidden sin, makes me break all my oathes.
For a brief moment, I vow to let myself be fooled by these pipe dreams of fantasy -
I want to dedicate this lyric song you've inspired me to the Gods, Polyhymnia,
You got me sailing on the river of dreams.
About a girl
Naïade, bravant sans péril les flots tumultueux
My Dark OneMeet me near the
Drape me in your
Only you can give
Never forget our
Seeing GhostsBefore the mirror she is seated,
the beauty that she sees before her
confounds her hesitant gaze.
Her reflection too
seems to keep her eyes averted,
as though she also possessed
the gift of sight, liveliness
of mind. Sentient she might be
and see too clearly how
that captivating face
had only eyes and love for her,
who was only a figment,
the stuff of unreality!
Both gazers blinded by their vision,
by eyes much too expressive,
by the ache of unattainable yearning
- much too intense for either gaze to meet.
PermanenceNot a day goes by that I do not think if you. That I do not wish to hold you close and never let go. I never thought I'd be so happy. So happy and in love. So joyful in life.
You've changed me for the better in more ways than you could ever know.
It'd probably take an eternity to explain how much I love you. I couldn't express said emotions. The feeling of longing and devotion rather well. The feeling of never wanting to let go.
I've never been one for sappy love letters and long winding esoteric lectures ,yet I'm writing this. I'm a walking contradiction.
I've never been one for romantic things , yet my words are flowing through my veins so poeticly. Like an electric current of passion. A sea of never ending happiness.
You're the only person who could make me feel this way.
I long to embrace you more than life itself. Without you ,my heart has no meaning. It beats as I breathe. It beats with a feverish pace. An unwilling desire to never end.
Guardian AngelLet me kiss your heart,
to take all your pain away.
Let me hug you
to make you feel safe.
Let me kiss your eyes,
to drink your tears and wipe them away.
Let me touch your soul,
and fill it with my love.
Let me be your only guardian angel,
ready to protect you till the end.
death is the space between his heartbeati. she has spent so much time howling at the moon that she isn't sure what the sun looks like, anymore, and her heartbeat has stuttered to a standstill in her chest and she is neither here nor there, not dead or alive but she is everything in-between and people wonder why her favorite color was grey.
ii. in truth she speaks now only to those she deems worthy of her words. elongated conversations and more than two words, be them verbal or text, requires an amount of willpower that is growing smaller each day and she wants to ask for help but she's already used up her allotted slots of words for the day and come the morn she will have forgotten by then.
iii. she is not angry so much as she is hurt and, god, she isn't even sure why it's taken so long for the pain to come. fuck, it isn't as though this is new in any fucking way yet she expects different, wishes and hopes and perhaps she should have known better.
iv. he can't find it in himself to care about anything as of late. frie
just like the starsstars
so far away
countless diamonds scattered across the skies
silver-eyed and peacefull
if you watch them from afar
just like you
if I love you from afar
you are just like them
in your embrace I am burning
slowly dissolving in torches of your
and I have no one else to blame
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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