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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 Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
It's NotIt's not the lipstick gloss
that makes a kiss
the warm pulse beating through
It's not their size
but the words they whisper,
It's not the color
nor the length
nor the glint
of her hair
that makes her special
it is her smile
in the falling rain
reflecting the joy
of yet another Spring,
It's not the time
she spent getting beautiful
that makes her so
but in fact
it is the hours
she was besides my bed
when I was sick
and in fact
it is the minutes
I could hear her breathe
in my embrace
AND in fact
it is the seconds
I saw her cry
(out of happiness)
Because she's beautiful.
It's not the clothes,
nor the jewellery,
nor the colored nails,
nor the drawn-in brows,
nor the words she says
to other people,
and neither it is
It is her mind
that entertains my poems,
it is her charm
that paints my cheeks
and averts my shy eyes from her
It is her soul,
that I love.
The Origins Of The Ice Queen (Story)
As the Duke slammed into the cold, hard ground, Elsa knew that she had only made the accusations worse. As the fear began to consume her she ran out of the castle's huge, wooden gates, her breath increasing in speed and intensity the whole time. She heard a familiar voice shout after her. "Elsa! Wait!" It was her sister Anna. She was 2 years younger than Elsa and had a beautiful young face with a rosy complexion and had strawberry blonde hair with a white highlight in it. She wore a green and black royal gown with a flowery pattern over the torso. It was perfect for the coronation that had taken place that day. However, it was not so perfect for chasing the new Queen. "Elsa please! Stop!" Anna shouted at her terrified sister. Elsa started to sprint even faster now, she flicked her wrist and created an icy path in an attempt to slow down her ever worrying sister. Anna slipped and fell onto her behind. She let out a small yelp as she sat, stunned for a moment. She looked up and saw Elsa
SIRENNeath the woe of Ulysses' blood and toil,
A sea of heavenly-fury once awaken'd
Her gaze clad in honey’d delirium ablaze
Of such beauteous prize, he shall yield;
For her tongue hath seized mortal desire
And lo the Moons’ glory shall weep in vain!
Journey’s of madness sung with promise;
— A rising tempest hurl'd to Hades reign
Oceanic rhythms untwine love forbidden,
Breaking the mists of insatiable dreams
The Sirens call ebbed like darkness falling;
Her lust bleeding into the mythic abyss ..
His anguish bestow'd the folding tides,
Unto their lips would perish in mystery
Deeper jewel'd the haunting of his soul,
Forsaken to the ink of Orpheus' muse.
And ghostly twilight shone low and pale,
O’er the hum of those ethereal seas
Long wherest his heart shall forever sail
— Arthur Crow © 2014
SixI am weak
And I am cold.
You are strong
And you are warm.
I am incomplete,
But with you
I'm made whole.
I am dirty
And covered in mud.
You are clean
And your heart is pure.
What is my world
If it doesn't include you?
I am harsh
And I am rough.
You are gentle
And you are smooth.
Without your love
I am nothing,
And life has no worth.
I am broken
And I am bent.
You are right
And you are true.
And this is why I'm loving you:
You're the beautiful one
Between us two.
SevenEach day is a new struggle.
Each day is an uphill fight.
I go out, and I wage war against them,
And I lose.
Then I come home,
Beaten and bruised,
They won the last one,
They'll win the next.
They'l win all the rest,
Until I'm finally dead.
But I am a warrior,
And one who will protect,
One who will serve,
Until his dying breath.
And why do I go out each day?
Why dawn my dented armor?
Because I know what I'm fighting for.
And though they may have victory,
And the sparkling spoils of war...
I have you,
And that is enough
To make me get out of bed each day,
To walk out the door,
To draw my sword and fight them,
To come home beaten yet once more;
But then I see your face
And I know I'd go through it all again
If it meant I won your love,
If it meant your affection.
For you I would fight this many battles:
Seven times seven times seven.
Sexual TensionI see the lust in his eyes,
a whirlwind of locked desire,
looking for a way to be unleashed
There's hidden intentions in all he does
He's always finding an opportunity
for our skins to touch
I want him to cross the line
I want to feel what he feels
I don't want to be forbidden anymore
I want to be his sweet meal
To feel different hands on my body
would awaken what I've been trying to hide
The fact that I want him to take me
I can no longer deny
I wish I could touch his body,
feel him up with my hands;
rub myself against him,
do his every command
RadianceHer hair is like gold
Framing a radiant face
That makes the sun jealous
Her eyes are pools of mercury
Deep and entrancing
Giving everyone pause
Her smile shines like the stars
Brightening any dark day
With a laugh clean as crystal
How proud I am to call her mine
As she calls me hers
From here on and ever
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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