AmeriPan fluff :Hetalia Yaoi:America stared, fear-struck and teary-eyed, down at his friend. His friend, Japan, had become seriously injured then nearly drowned. He was in the hospital, covered in bandages. The younger country kept an eye on the older one, as in the last few days, his health had began heading further and further south.
The Blonde had himself endured some damage, but it was not nearly as bad as the noirette's. The hero tried to live up to his self proclaimed title, helping aid the injured country in very way possible.
As his friend rested, something he himself much needed to do, America sighed, left a note where it would be seen, and left.
The next morning, when the weak country saw his friend was gone, was curious. Then he saw the note, and, upon reading it, his eye's welled up.
This time I will be a hero.
I will be your hero.
Alfred F. Jones."
Germany x Romano: Kiss "Potato bastard! Get your grubby hands off my little brother!" I screamed at Ludwig, also known as 'potato bastard' since he was helping Feliciano stand back up. Ya, he was on the ground. Why? Hell if I knew. He was just on the ground crying like he fell or something. Idiot. Ludwig looked over at me with those clear blue eyes of his. They were beautiful. I know that I'm always yelling at him, and acting like I'm always mad, but I'm actually jealous of my brother. He got all that attention from that beautiful, manly, German. I'm not good with showing too much emotion, so there's no way that I'll let him now how I really feel. I looked down, and didn't notice that Feliciano had left the room. I also didn't notice that Ludwig walked closer to me.
"Romano. We need to talk," I heard him say. I glared up at him.
"No way. I'm not talking to you," I said before turning to leave.
I can never forget.
The way her hair reflected the soft October sunlight, like fire, dangerous and mesmerizing, terrible and beautiful. The way her wild green eyes flashed with a living rage, with passion. The way she could smile, condescending and smug one moment, and then something truly different, a smile that was real and radiant and genuine. A smile that was brighter than the sunlight that shone on her hair. Sometimes, it looked like the light was coming from her, that the world around here was merely complementary and she was the focal point of it all. She was life itself.
I can never forget who she was back then, so powerful and so strong and so brave. I can never forget how we used to run in the woods, chasing each other, wet leaves sticking to the bottom of our boots and making the forest floor shine green. But not as brightly as her dark auburn curls, not as brightly as the green of her eyes. I can never forget her l
Insane!England x Insane!Reader I sat on the floor in the hospital ward. A few patients sat around me. I came here, with no one who knew my pain, no one understood me. The day I was put in here was the worst of my life. One week later, a new patient came into the mental ward, he had the same problem as me. His name was Arthur Kirkland. About a month ago, he was taken out of the mental ward and put into this place called the "quiet room". He left because he kept having nightmares about the monsters coming to get him every night. I could see what he saw. The monsters were real, and they were attacking him. I wanted to help, but I was too afraid. After he left, I got lonely.. I missed him. A lot. He was the only person that understood me. He told me to call him whatever I liked, so I decided to call him "Iggy". The name suited him, and even though he looked like he hated the name, I continued to call him it. God, I missed him.
Two days later, I heard people running down the hallway and a cert
GERMANO LOVEIt was the dead of night as Romano traced his hand on the firm shoulder muscles that embraced him. Sliding down, caressing gently, trying to take in every contour. It was warm and smooth from the arms as he gently traced further to the rib side and into the pelvis. The warm skin looks like alabaster from the moonlight, creating more shadows as he continue caressing further down his partner's body. His hand stopped as it reached the vanguard of the blanket knowing quite well of the consequence if his hand were to continue down its journey. He settled for an embrace and rested his wandering hands over his lover, or was it too early to call each other as lovers?
It was very odd to have someone beside him this... this pale. He was used to the tanned skin of his former lover. That guy was also muscled but more, more slender and long-limbed and long gone from his mind. He never thought in his life that he would ever do those kind of things-- with this guy. This potato bastard sleeping in fro