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For North Korea Lovers--2nd Edition ~~~In a world where you have waited for decades to be free from your current master, Russia, something happens quite suddenly.~~
"I have decided something, _______. You will talk it over with me, da?" Russia asks you one cold afternoon.
Estonia has prepared hot cocoa for everyone (everyone being you, your "inmates"--Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania--and Russia). The Trembling Trio sits in the corner, attempting to drink their cocoa. You sit with Russia at the table, and drink your cocoa with him.
"Yes, Russia," you say, calm and collected.
"You might know about how our slavery contract is almost expired. I have decided to tear up the contract and release you." His trademark smile appears.
You move to hug him, hesitate, then follow through. Russia just laughs and pats your head. "I knew you would be happy."
"Thank you, Russia! You won't regret this!" Tears brim in your eyes; you wipe them away hurriedly. "I'
MadnessWith the music so loud,
The world fades away to nothing...
I can't hear anyone's words
Except for mine.
Staring into a blank picture,
Admiring the colors that it could have...
Do I expect something from it
Or does it expect something from me?
Hidden in the corner,
I'm a pathetic creature
Wanting no one else but
Swaying to no beat,
I'm losing my mind
Because I cannot be with
They took me away a long time ago;
They silenced my music
And burned my paper.
All I have now is the remains
Of my sanity and imagination.
Only there can I pretend
For Hideyoshi Kinoshita Lovers"Kinoshita! I expected better of you on this test," Ironman mutters, throwing stapled papers at Hideyoshi.
"Yes, sir," Hideyoshi mutters.
He looks pretty down... you think, sighing. Ironman passes your test to you. "Well done, _______."
You can't believe it. You aced the test! You glance again at Hideyoshi, wishing he could have done the same. Fumizuki Academy's drama department is doing a production of the English play "Romeo and Juliet"; Hideyoshi must have been memorizing the script for tryouts.
After school ends, you sit patiently backstage in the auditorium, waiting for the drama teacher to call your name. It's call backs; you're on the verge of sweating, for nervousness has never had a tighter grip on you.
"Nervous, _______ _______?" a voice asks quietly. You turn quickly to the speaker; it's Hideyoshi. Never mind. In this moment, nervousness has never had a tighter g
For Reborn Lovers"Excuse me," someone says, breaking into your thinking. Their voice seems to be coming from the floor.
"Sorry, I spaced out." You bow your head and step aside.
You were in a crowded bakery. You heard that this particular place had the best cookies in town, but you didn't believe the rumors. You came today to try it out; you ordered their sampler plate of twelve different cookies. You had the package in your hand and paid for, but you spaced out. A lot has been going on lately.
A baby with a top hat and a sharp suit looks up at you. "It's fine, miss. ...May I ask your name?"
You look down at him. "_______. And you are?"
"Call me Reborn. It's very nice to meet you, _______." You shake hands.
"...How old are you?"
"That is irrelevant to our acquaintance." He picks up his package and the two of you walk outside together. "What I really am here for is to enjoy these sweets.
For Prussia Lovers--2nd Edition "Prussia! I'm heading out now!" you call over your shoulder. You turn to the door to find Prussia, your ruler, leaning against the door.
"You're not going anywhere, _______," he hisses. "You obey the awesome Prussia now!"
He's right. He beat you fair and square in that battle half a century ago. "Yes, sir." No point in resisting.
Prussia leads you to the couch in the living room, then asks you where you were heading. "I was going to see Hungary. I had an urge to speak with her again."
"Really? Hungary is your friend?"
"Odd..." Silence fills the large space between the two of you. "Why did you battle me that day without her behind you? It's foolish."
"I was obviously angry with you. I guess my anger clouded my judgement. Why do you ask such a question of a poor, weak country like me?" you wonder.
"_______, I'm bored.
For Romano Lovers--2nd Edition "Okay. So all I have to do is buy tomatoes, spices, and pasta?" you ask Romano, double checking your grocery list.
Romano smirks, "Si, now go before I make-a you go." You realize he looks incredibly attractive when he smiles.
You leave, too stunned to say another word.
At the grocery market, you run into Germany. He helps you carry your bags back to your car. On the way, you get into a very deep conversation about lost ships.
"Zhere. I have helped you vis your bags. ...Could you do me a favor?" he asks nervously.
You've never seen him nervous. "I suppose so."
"Form an alliance vis me. I need more help."
"Really? ...I don't know..."
Growing impatient, he demands, "DECIDE NOW. Ze stress takes a toll on my blood pressure."
"FINE, I'M IN AGREEMENT."
"Sehr gut. Have a nice day, _______." He shakes you
For Zim Lovers--2nd EditionYou glare across the classroom at Zim. Another Irken...sent on a secret mission to this planet of dirt and worms...I know Tak tried to take over and failed, so that idiot must have some wit secretly about him. How dare The Tallest send him and not me?! I've seen more wars than he!!
He looks back at you and raises an eyebrow in suspicion. You look at the chalk board where Ms. Bitters is droning on about human history events.
"...and that is why we have a larger military force." Ms. Bitters slithers to your desk. "Were you paying attention, _______?"
"Yes, ma'am," you reply confidently.
"Repeat the point of this lesson."
"We have enlarged the military force to keep other countries from invading or doing harm to each other. America has appointed itself as Interpol, in a phrase."
Ms. Bitters stares you down; you do not avoid her cold gaze, you face it with yours of fire. "I hope the rest of you were listening, this child has spok
For North Korea LoversThis story contains some violence and light swearing.
You inhale the sweet scent of South Korean candy as you unwrap one candy of each flavor in the package. You pop all of them into your mouth, and the mixture of the flavors is extremely invigorating. You grin at your friend. ...As much as possible, anyway. Your mouth is relatively full.
South Korea smiles. "I'm so happy you tried it! That's my favorite thing to do with these candies."
When you finally swallow, you agree, "It's my new favorite."
His posture changes; he's just remembered something. He reaches into his sleeve and produces a small stuffed animal. "I know you like toy bears, so I made one for you. Thank you for being such a great ally, _______." He bows his head to you.
You bow in return and accept the bear. It is as soft as a cloud, with eyes that sparkled like stars in the sky. "Aww!! How did you ever find the time?"
For InuYasha Lovers--2nd EditionThis story contains some strong language.
I've been good throughout my life, right? I've lived well. I've done unto others as I'd have done to me. So...why am I thrown over Koga's shoulder?
You couldn't believe it. This is the third attempt that Koga launched to capture you and, paraphrasing his words, make you his woman. InuYasha is going to be really pissed... You sigh, sick and tired of being the damsel in distress.
Koga laughs; his shoulder digs into your stomach with every shake. "If only I could contact InuYasha from this distance. I'll have to get one of my men to send him my little note." He produces a rolled up parchment from his belt.
"You have a lot to say to him, Koga. Why not say it in person? He'll notice that I'm gone, you know. He always notices." You chuckle.
"Don't worry, darling. He'll be taken care of soon enough."
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
smotherher spine was dusk
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
between my vertebrae, you are (cemeterial)oh, these writers never speak; they
claw words out of bird carcasses,
poets pecking viscera like necropolitans.
they count their ribs to remind you
of a corpse or of a matchstick. dry bones
between fissured wrists & funeral pyres,
these have been dying days &
they're all mortuaries.
SunlightShe conceals herself in shadows
Just to escape the sunlight.
She's hidden indoors for years
To avoid its wrath
Upon her fragile skin.
She's become cold
Without facing her
"Demon in the Sky".
She's loathed every family trip
Because the sun tries to
Reconnect with her.
Her blood boils at the idea
Of being its friend again,
But her warmth does not return.
One gray, cloudy day,
The sun catches her by surprise.
She left her cloak at home
And did not bother with long sleeves.
The sun kissed her cheek gently,
Staying partially hidden by the clouds.
She stopped running.
Warm tingles spread throughout
Her chilled limbs...
A small smile spread across
Her face, and grew strong.
No matter how unfavorable the weather seems, one misses how it feels once in a while.
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