hetaoni-sama

    England stayed silent for a moment. “Well come on spit it out,” Prussia demanded. “Well… um… it seems that your father is Switzerland,” England said carefully. Slowly a blonde dressed in camo walked over to China. His arms held out, reluctance in his eyes. China smiled and passed (Name) to him. She winced in pain as he touched one of her bruises. A smaller blonde girl bounded over to Switzerland and she peered at (Name) curiously. “Hello little one,” the blonde girl smiled. (Name) forced a weak smile back, but that sweet smile dissolved into a coughing fit.    Soothingly Switzerland rubbed

Italy stood at the window, watching as Feliciano, his 2P, walked down the street. He sighed sadly and closed the curtain before sitting down on the couch. He let out a soft sob before the tears spilled over. He knew where he was going, but he couldn't stop him either. It happened like this everyday. He knew whose house he went too. He has seen him quite a few times. Italy thought that maybe Feliciano liked him better. Italy felt that he wasn't enough for Feliciano. Maybe he was right, who knows? Italy was trying to be patient, but it was so hard. He wish this would stop, he felt like he was losing him. He couldn't take it. He turned the radi

"Lisanna! Lisanna! LISANNA!" mirajane screamed as she shot up in bed covered in sweat. She quietly climbed out of bed and crept down the hall of the apartment that she shared with her siblings. Quietly opening the door the lisanna's room. Mirajane poked her head in and watched her little sister sleep peacefully. She remembered what it felt like to loose her little sister when elfman was taken over and he attacked her. When she felt like there was no hope and broken inside. Closing the door softly the white haired mage made her way to the living room. She sat on the couch is complete darkness for a long while thinking until sleep decided to ta

You walked liesurely down the sidewalk near your college campus. It was nearing the end of summer, and the air felt as though it was just beginning to cool. The day was sunny, and overall rather cheerful. Looking up towards the sky, which contained few clouds, you let the warmth sink in. Just as you looked back down to where you were walking however, you realized a blur obstructed your path. "Watch ou-" the blur cried, seemingly noticing his own obstruction at the same time. The two of you walked straight into each other, and you were just able to keep balance. The man in front of you, however, was carrying a large plastic container, and up

"Now darling, we've been through this. There's no way you can defy your fate." A Cheshire grin spreads across an unnaturally bright golden haired man's face as he stares down at a girl who was on the floor, grasping her own throat in agonizing pain as if it were on fire. The man kneels down to her eye level and offers his wrist to her before dragging a blade across it, releasing a little bit of precious red liquid. She stared at it with hungry, desperate eyes. She needed it to stop the pain. She wanted it to stop. But she couldn't take it. She had to fight it. This man imprisoned her and tricked her which made her dependant on him for survi

In your hand you pulled out from the black hat a...scone. "Alfred, you bloody wanker!" Arthur shrilled an unpleasant shill when he came up to you, snatched the scone off you hand and dusted the scone from whatever else was inside the black hat. You flushed slightly when you saw Arthur came out of nowhere to take the scone off from you, but the reason you were blushing so shyly was because you-how they say in Britain-fancied Arthur for quiet some time. "HURRY, SHOVE 'EM IN!" Alfred shrieked at everyone who were close at you and Arthur. Suddenly, you and Arthur were tackled in huge "hugs" and without knowing it, you felt the people pushing

You stick your hand in, curious on what you'll pull out. You feel something interesting and grab it. It was a... Red Cloth "Ah! That is mine!" a cheery voice said from behind Prussia. You see a tan, brunette poke his head out from behind your friend and you gasp, recognizing the man as a childhood friend. "T-Toni?!" you stutter. "Uh, actually, I'm Spain. I just didn't want you to think me a freak, (Y/n)." he rubbed the back of his head, "It's been too long..." "Damn right! Let's go start catching up!" you scold, dragging the man to the closet. As the door creaks shut, Spain pins you to a wall. "Sorry (Y/n), but I've wanted to do this f

You grimace at the hat, not wanting to put your hand in there. Slowly, you reach in and pull out a... Sakura Blossom Hair Pin Oh no. you think, blushing wildly, No, no, no. You look around, trying to find the silent man. You didn't know why but the stoic man had captured your heart and just the idea of being alone with him frightened you. Before you could think, you were in the closet. Alone. Well, not alone. You were with Japan. "Hello, (Y/n)." he nodded at you politely. "Ja-Japan..." you stare at your hands, trying (and failing) to get your blush under control. "Um, I guess this in yours?" you hold out the hair pin, hoping he can see i

It's Romano, so expect some swearing in the first part. You've been warned, dear reader... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Oi, ragazza*,” a curt voice that sounded Italian called. You turn around to see a man with dark chestnut hair with a curl jutting out of the right side of his head. His eyes were a dark honey color. His expression was neutral, but you could tell he frowned a lot. “What is it?” you sigh, placing your head back into your arms. You hear footsteps walk on the lush grass and a hand tap your shoulder. You lift your head up to find him sitting next

When you turned around, you saw a guy with slicked-blonde hair and icy blue eyes looking at you.  You got the feeling he was more of the serious type. “Hallo, frau*,” he spoke. You noted the German accent in his voice.   “Hi…”   The German slowly walked to the bench and made a gesture, asking to sit. You nodded. “What are you doing out here by yourself?” he questioned. You sighed. “Are you up for a long story, mister-uh…” you stopped, not knowing his name. “My name is Ludwig Beilschmidt. And you?” he replied. Your ears flattened on your head. “I-I’m (full

~ Beware had sexual themes....and Prussia's awesomeness.~ "_______ got Gilbert, niiiiice." Alfred said, winking at you. You blushed furiously. Alfred knew of your crush on the Prussian maniac. You had just never said anything, you thought his ego was big enough as it was. "Kesesese!!" You heard the familiar laugh as he swaggered up next to you. (Bitch got swag!!! *shot*) Your blush increased when you saw what he was wearing. He was wearing a blue shirt, buttoned halfway, with the ever existant cross necklace hung round his neck. He wore black skinny jeans and a pair of grey trainers and a pair of black fingerless gloves. "Hello frau, I see y

In your hand you pulled out from the black hat an...orange autumn leaf that looked really beautiful to you. "Who does this belong to?" you asked, twirling the leaf between your fingers. Alfred shrugged at your question and the room was filled with people questioning about the mysterious person. Just then you felt a tap from the shoulder and you looked over, seeing Matthew who hid his face behind Kumajirou who sniffed the air-more rather at you-and looked up at his blushing master. "Who is she?" Kumajirou asked. "Th-that's _________," "Who are you?" Kumajirou asked. Matthew sighed, "I'm Matthew, your owner, Kumabimbo." You giggled a lit

You turned around to see a guy around your age with light-brown hair and an odd stubborn curl on the left side of his head. Your cat ears perked up as he grinned gently at you. “Ciao, bella*,” he said, an Italian accent in his voice. You waved in reply. The Italian man came and sat next to you. “Is something the matter? You seem sad,” he asked. You glanced at him. He seemed like he might actually care. Plus he didn’t even mention anything about your cat-like features. You sighed and decided to tell him. You explained everything, being an outcast because of you being Neko. He listened intently, never interrupt

In your hand you pulled out from the black hat a...panda bear toy. It was huge black-and-white furred bear that stared at you full of love and affection. You thought it was so adorable how it was so huge that you could cuddle it, and that's what you did. "Dude, I got this from Yao," Alfred said and you blushed under the panda's fur. You glanced over to Yao, a Chinese man who had hair tied into a ponytail and-to what you could see-a shy expression that also showed him glancing sideways from you to the wall a few times. To what you could see he seemed overly withdrawn to you, and you really hoped that you didn't do anything offensively to ma