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American Revolution through England's Eyes
Guns being shot at other soldiers
I'm in the back, hiding in terror
Across the battlefield is where you stand
Up in front, proud of what's happening
I think back to the day I found you in that field.
You were holding a small bunny
I asked you if you would come home with me
You smiled brightly and took my hand
My daydreams are cut short when you point your gun at me
A sharp pain goes through my shoulder
You walk up to me as I'm on the ground, crying from pain
"What happened, England? I remember when you were great."
Those words hurt me more than the actual bullet wound
I'd shoot at you but I can't
"Why?" I cry to you. "Damn it, why America!"
"You know why." You walk away and leave me there in pain.
"I protected you!" I yell after you before being hit in the head with a gun by one of your soldiers.
Now, I just wish I didn't black out after that.
I might have actually won if I didn't.
One Mistake can Last Forever Ch 10 (5 years later)
Berlin and her cousin Madrid (Spain and Romano's son) got off the bus. It was their first day of kindergarten at Hetalia Elementary School.
Berlin saw Italy watering the garden and ran up to him. "Papa!" Berlin yelled.
Italy dropped the hose and welcomed Berlin home with open arms. "Ciao Berlin, how was your first day?"
"It was wonderful! Except for one of the boys in my class kept pulling on my curl."
"Who was doing that?" Italy said, acting like he's mad.
"Madrid! He kept grabbing my curl."
"tsk whatever, where's my parents?" Madrid asked. Madrid looked like Spain but had Romano's additude.
"I think we can forgive your cousin. They are inside, arguing." Italy said as he picked Berlin up.
"Again? Why can't they be happily married like you and Vater?" Berlin asked.
Germany walked into the living room and saw Italy and Berlin outside. He smiled and bumped into Madrid.
"Watch it!" Madrid said as Romano walked into the room.
"Madrid! What do you say to the German?" Romano asked.
The Girl Next Door (PoLiet) Chapter 7
"NO!" Ravis yelled as Ivan dragged Eduard from the attic room into his room. "This is why Toris left! Don't hurt Eduard too!"
Ivan got even more pissed after hearing Ravis say that. He turned toward Ravis, raised his hand and struck him across the face with enough force to pushed Ravis to the ground. "Never say that name around me! Next time you will be hurt worse than that!"
Eduard looked at Ravis. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Just go back to the attic and I'll be there later tonight." Eduard said, forcing a smile.
Ravis stumbled but ran to back to the attic.
Toris woke up on the couch with Feliks asleep on top of him. He remembered what they did the night before and smiled. 'He is so cute." he thought, combing his fingers through Feliks' hair. He began to think about what Feliks said about running away together with his brothers. It sounded almost like a romantic fairytale but he knew that Ivan would chase after them if they left.
Ivan crossed Toris' mind and a chill
GerIta -- NightmareWarning: Slash pairing.
Italy didn't consider himself a slave to routine. Even though Germany would get upset and yell at him whenever he showed up late or skipped out on training altogether, the auburn-haired nation couldn't bring himself to care. He liked sometimes staying in for breakfast or skipping down to the coffee shop; he liked sometimes stopping to pick flowers or chat with pretty girls; he liked sometimes taking a siesta or going into town for the afternoon. Every day was a little bit different, and Italy was happy to have variety.
But even amongst the random variables of his day, one aspect never changed that Germany would go to bed at exactly 10:00 in the evening and, once Italy was sure he was asleep, he'd get into bed next to him and sail off into a dreamland of his own. And Italy's dreams were practically never sad nowadays, so the Italian always had something to look forward to.
The night had started off normal enough at about 10:30 PM Italy starte
You Look Familiar Ch 1A/N: Hello There! Thank you very much for reading my story! I'd just like you all to know that this fanfiction will contain many pairings, and I'm going to try to distribute the love to everyone equally! Also, reviews make me suuuuper happy! They encourage me to work faster, and feedback is always appreciated!
Also, there's one element to this story that might be hard to grasp. Basically, the characters are existing in a world parallel to the one in Hetalia, where instead of Nations, they're ordinary humans. However, the two worlds are not completely separate from one another. In fact, the worlds are almost exactly the same, the only difference being that there is no such thing as a country personification in the world which this fanfiction takes place. Because of this, the memories from the Nations in one universe sometimes gets mixed up with the memories of the humans in the other universe.
Pairings you can expect: GerIta, PruCan, USUK, Spamano, Rochu, Giripan, FranLux(OC), SuFin,
Copper Curl Part VIII"Kesesese, I knew that you couldn't handle your alcohol as well as I can!"
Germany winced, his head pounding uncontrollably as he squeezed his eyes against the sun. That damn sun! Why the fuck was it so bright, dammit? Germany wanted nothing more than to take a huge machine gun and shoot at the stupid golden monstrosity.
And his stupid ass of a brother wasn't helping matters. After the God-awful events involving Italy yesterday, Germany immediately called Prussia, who was more than happy to accompany his brother to a bar and have a drink. Although, even the albino nation had to admit that he was a bit taken aback by his younger brother's alcohol binge. Germany drank beer after beer, shot after shot of God knows what, slamming the small shot glass on the table with so much force that he shattered a few of them.
The bartender looked scared out of his mind.
Prussia would never admit it out loud, but he actually felt sad. He had to endure his brother's drunken rambles all night. And t
Feli Ch 2
Ludwig had to get his keys. They were in his pocket. He could have easily gotten it, but he didn't want to ask the young Italian to hold the grocery bags he had in his hands for him. Feli had already been through enough today, he didn't want to make him do more.
Ludwig had met Feliciano Vargas and the way home from a shopping trip. Feli had been ganged up upon by thugs. They were very close to raping the poor boy. If Ludwig hadn't shown up at that moment He shook his head. He didn't want to think about what could have happened. He was only going to focus on the positives.
Feli was silent behind him even though he'd been talking up to this point (not that he minded. He was cute when he talked). Ludwig looked over his shoulder at him. "Feli? What's wrong?" he asked.
Feli had kept his eyes on the ground as he walked. He looked up at him hesitantly. "I-I won't break you know."
He now had Ludwig's full attention.
Copper Curl Part VIGermany sat on his couch, bundled up under a thick shelter of covers. He felt rather pathetic, curled up in a ball. He felt as if he were hiding.
Hiding from what, though? Italy? Himself? The truth? Everything?
He didn't understand what the hell was going on. First there are these damn visions that most definitely belong to the dead nation, Holy Rome. Then there is the fact that Germany is starting to acquire some non-platonic feelings for Italy.
He can't deny it anymore. He definitely likes loves Italy. That way.
Germany bit the insides of his mouth and let out a frustrated groan. He ran his hand over his face and peered out his open window. The stars were shining bright against the black sky. The blonde nation felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand up for some unknown reason. He stiffened and lowered the covers from his chin cautiously.
He looked around the dark room and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Yet, there as something off. He held his breath for a few seconds
Confusion 4 - A GerIta Story I love dreaming of Doit-su, he is always nicer in my dreams. He eats my pasta and smiles more and helps me find really cute girls. Nothing like him when he wakes up though, he is all serious and "WAKE UP NOW ITALY". I don't understand why he has to always wake up so early, not everything needs to be done at eight in the morning. Plus, why does he have to wake me up? Why can't he do whatever by himself and not bother me? I would like him a lot more if he let me sleep once and a while. I love Germany but, not when he is being stupid.
"Go away," I mumbled, shoving my face deeper into the pillow I was squeezing, "I am tired."
"Stop being lazy and get out of my bed."
"But, I'm comfy," I whine, turning my head to Germany and pouting, "I don't want to move!"
"I do not care what you want," he rolled his eyes, pushing me with his foot off of the bed, "Get off my bed and get up."
"NO!" I yell, stubbornly gripping the head board as the rest of my bo
Deliberation Part 4 - FINALArthur checked the clock obsessively. He had cleaned his whole house from basement to attic, moved all the things he construed as embarrassing into hidey-holes, and had even tried to clean Sir Lancelot, his rather grumpy cat. After Sir Lancelot had almost scratched his face off, Arthur had given up, and began to work on his own appearance. Two hours or so later, he stood in front of a full-length mirror, smiling apprehensively. When he focused in on his reflection, the tentative smile wilted. Though dressed in what he deemed his most fashionable clothes a pair of Dr Denim straight fit chinos, blue shirt, green sweater vest and navy suit jacket he still noticed something lacking. His clothing was perfect; his face wasn't. Melancholy, but still with butterflies fluttering in his stomach, he sat on the sofa and waited.
In a London cab not so far away, an American was also dressed in what he deemed his most fashionable clothes a pair of Levis,
036. Precious Treasure: Part 1Kicking open the door, England stormed over to France, who had the nerve to just be waking up from the commotion the Brit had been making.
"Ugh, Arthur, isn't it a bit early for you to be angry at me already?" France grumbled, rolling over. He had drank too much wine the night before and was hung-over.
"You. Bloody. Frog. Don't act all innocent to me, when we both know what you did while I was away in Europe " England growled, glaring daggers at the Frenchman.
France raised a tired eyebrow, "I assure you, Arthur, that I only recently returned to the New World myself a mere two days ago, so whatever you are referring to-"
"America." England said icily.
"What about that adorable child? Since you took him in, I haven't seen him; I spend my New World time here in Canada's country," France returned, putting a pleasant smile on his face.
"Oh, really, Francis? Then why is he missing? We both know how much you wanted him to be your little brother," England accused.
France's eyes widened i
Copper Curl Part IVGermany watched as Italy stood there, the usually bright look inhabiting his face. The Italian man looked at Germany expectantly, waiting for the next set of instructions involved in the daily training. Next to him stood a calm and determined looking Japan, whose frown seemed to grow as he sensed the uneasiness that surrounded the air around the blonde nation.
Germany pinched his nose and sighed, feeling overwhelmingly tired. He wasn't really in the mood to be around the Italian man right now, and he certainly was not in any state to engage in heavy physical training.
Nein. Ve need to train as much as ve can.
Germany was yelled at by his crazy boss this morning. But it was really nothing new. The blonde nation was used to it by now, coming from the high strung and psychotic fuhrer. It's not like he had any choice but to obey the damn man anyways. He cursed his boss in his head for a few seconds before commanding half heartedly, "Alright, let's warm up with ten laps around the perimeter
A Young Love's End
He didn't want to leave.
He didn't want to fight.
He knew this would be his last battle.
He had a reason to live.
He had a little girl in a green dress that he fell in love with.
At first he didn't know she was a boy in a green dress
But he didn't care when he found out.
Holy Roman Empire didn't want to lose the love that he found
He stepped out onto that battlefield and immediately got a sword through his stomach
Holy Rome lay there, wishing someone would keep Little Italy safe.
Italy heard about the death ten years later when he was sixteen
Austria sat him down and bluntly told him that Holy Roman Empire was killed by France ten years ago
"He said he'd return. I know he will. He always keeps his promises." Italy said before leaving the room.
Italy walked straight to his room and sat by the closed door.
He didn't know whether or not to cry.
After a few days of being depressed, Holy Rome's death had finally sunk in.
Italy woke up and stayed in his room that day to cry.
He didn't want a
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