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For Japan Hetalia Lovers "Herro," Japan greets you warmly. "Are you rooking for an irand to vacation to?"
You turn to him, a bit surprised by his question. "That depends. Who is on this island?"
Japan has caught your attention after the World Conference to ask you this question. The meeting ended in little success.
"It would be the Axis countries, incruding me. Are you interested?"
You thought for a moment. "I would love to join you and the others! When do we leave?"
"Whenever you are ready."
Your bag is packed lightly, as you were instructed. You have a blanket for the nights and a parasol for the days. You and Japan step out the door...and find that rain is pouring down upon the earth.
"Oh no...It won't be save to traver now. Germany and Itary, if they are wise, wir know this." He closes th
Transylvania Rising--Chapter 2"That's Germany's house," England announced, releasing her arm. "Be careful, don't try to harm yourself."
"Thanks, England," she kindly smiled.
"No, dear--call me Britain."
They then parted ways. She approached the door, took a deep breath, and made a loud knock.
A red-haired guy with one curly strand of hair answered the door. His eyes were closed and a goofy grin decorated his cute face. "I'm-a Italy! What's your name, pretty lady?"
"I I need to see Germany. Please take me to him, Italy," she replied nervously.
"Okay! Come in and make-a yourself at home!" He ran off to another room.
"Vierd " Transylvania closed the door behind her and took a seat on the couch. This house was a very nice house, kept spotless and organized. That's Germans for you She let her hea
Transylvania Rising--Chapter 1
Just after WW1...
France sipped his wine and turned another page in his dirty book. The rain fell heavy outside that night, tapping against the windowpanes. France was completely alone (hence the dirty book) and working on getting drunk. A fire blazed in the fire place, keeping his room warm.
He listened closely to sounds being made downstairs. Someone was pounding on his door. He hid his book, adjusted his golden locks, then swiftly answered the door. At his door was a young, beautiful woman with wavy red-violet hair, gray eyes, pale skin, and a black cloak. Her countenance was so strong, it was as if smiles never reached her lips.
"Mademoiselle, you are wizout shoes," France commented.
"I am vearing nothing but this cloak," she muttered, "and if you have ANY decency you vill let me in!"
France jumped, scared by her condescending tone.
Something to Kill--9
"Selene..." Amber whispered weakly. She lifted her broken hand, trying to reach out to her friend.
Selene dashed to her and knelt down, taking her hand gently. "You'll be just fine, Amber," she convinced her.
Amber laughed softly. "I'm not as sure as thee."
"How is Damon?"
"I...I've no idea." They both looked at Damon, who had wounds almost covering his body. The flow of blood had ceased, but his wounds were still fresh.
"He does have regenerative skill," Selene commented, carefully studying Amber's hand, "but we need to get you to a hospital. Your cracks are severe and they could soon become fatal." She carried Amber away from Damon and sat her down on the now soft earth. She walked over to Damon and slapped him right on a wound.
"Ow! Damn it, Selene," he muttered, consciousness returning. "What was that for?"
"You were out cold, Damon. ...Besides, you
For Italy Hetalia LoversYou are exploring a deserted island one night when you come across a clearing...that is not deserted. A fire makes three faces visible, and in the background, the calm waves brush against the shore.
One of them is asleep, another is wearing an army cap, and the third has his jacket around his shoulders.
"Who are you three?" you ask, approaching them.
The two conscious ones stand in your presence. The one in the army cap says, "Hello, I am Germany. Zis is my friend, Japan," he points to the other standing one "and zat is Italy. He's a lazy bastard."
"Well, I'm ____, and this island is supposed to be deserted."
Italy wakes up, revealing to you his entrancing golden eyes. "You're ____? I've a-heard so much about you!" He stands too and gently kisses your hand.
You stay perfectly still, stunned by his sudden actions. "You are Italy, hm? You don't seem that lazy..."
"I love to slee
For Sephiroth LoversStrolling through the city one late afternoon, you pick up the scent of coffee. Noticing that you were quite thirsty from walking around all day, you stealthily walk into the café.
You thank the cashier, grab a donut, and take a seat by the window to watch the sun begin to set. You take a deep breath of your coffee; it's your favorite smell today. Closing your eyes, you slowly begin to drink.
"May I sit with you?" a calm voice asks. You look up and nearly jump out of your skin; it's Sephiroth.
When you finally regain your voice, you answer, "No one's stopping you."
He sits down, no drink or dessert with him. "I was wondering if I could spend the rest of the day with you today."
"It's a little sudden, don't you think?"
"Don't get smart, ____."
You continue eye contact with him, drinking your coffee at the same time.
"I'm serious. I have a lot to talk over with my closest ally."
You laugh. "Like
For Germany Hetalia LoversYou walk into the World Conference Room with confidence. You are a new country, with a good population and almost perfect warfare skills. You are fearless of the others.
"Greetings, ____," says England. "Take a seat over there."
You obey, sitting next to a rather handsome man with blonde hair and intense blue eyes.
"I am Germany, it's a pleasure," he mutters, focusing on his papers.
"You don't have to be so formal," you snap.
He looks up at you with an expression like a child's wonder. "You aren't afraid?"
"Why the hell should I cower before you?"
The meeting began, interrupting your conversation. It ended not long after, being such a successful meeting. Germany almost runs after you when the meeting is ajurned.
"Hey, ____, do you vant to come vith me und the Axis powers into ze city on un evening?" he asks you.
"...This is sudden. But, to know my fellow countries would be in my best interest.
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
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