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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."
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stop
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
specter boys have always looked best sinkinghe says,
i want to count all 206 &
feel the notches of your ribs -
i want you, weary boy, to
phase yourself down while
you are burning inside out.
i will seethe inside your skull
like thoughts, like cigarette filters;
you will thank me as i molder in your marrow.
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
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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