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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."
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
DifferentDifferent on the outside,
Different mask you see daily,
Different girl you call ‘Hailey’
To my surprise
Your ears are distracted,
So I tell lies, looking into your eyes,
“Yea I’m fine. Simply tired”
For that response my brain is wired.
Different mouth you hear speaking,
Different voice you hear screaming
Different eyes you see pleading,
Different person you’d befriended
I’m sorry this is how it’s ended.
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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