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Drabble 2Russia slammed his hand against the doorway, effectively blocking England from chasing after the Chinese nation.
He didn't meet the Russian's eyes and kept staring stoically ahead, "Get out of my way."
"Hmmm...and if I do? What will you do?" Russia asked sickeningly sweet.
He met the lavender eyes mocking him and glared. "I'm going to tell Yao what a fucking idiot he is. You think we don't know? Don't know what you're going to do to him? We've seen Liet! I'm going to knock some sense into that idiot! You can't stop me! You can't afford to wage another war after all the people you lost. Now get the fuck out of my way!"
Russia just smiled. He lifted a hand up and examined his fingers as if the dirt underneath his nails more important than the angry nation in front of him, "You know you were right~"
England blinked, perplexed that the larger nation agreed to his accusation so easily, "I-I am? Of course I am....About what exactly?"
Russia turned his hand around, admiring it in the sunlight
The Trouble with Accents"Yao~" A familiar and dread inducing voice said China's name. Swallowing his frustrated groan, the Chinese man put on his best diplomatic smile before turning around to face his northern 'friend'.
"Yes, Russia aru, how may I help you?"
China had expected the usual: "Become one with Mother Russia, Yao", "Yao-Yao, I'm cold. You'll share some of your warmth with me, da?", or something similar. It might have moved his heart just a little bit to be 'confessed' to over and over again if it weren't for the fact that Russia said it to everyone.
At least that was the idea until Russia smiled his smile and said something unexpected, "я тебя люблю (I love you)."
The way China slammed into the wall behind him was like a canon had hit him in the chest. "WHAT?"
"Is something the matter?" Russia cocked his head, eyeing his Chinese companion in concern.
Despite the rapid beating of his heart, the red flush he could feel heating his face, Chin
Confessions...?"Well then, Mr. Wang, with that, I would like to officially welcome you to our academy," The Principal of the Catholic school stood up with his hand outstretched, "I hope you'll enjoy teaching here."
Getting out of his chair, Yao smiled and shook the hand before him. "Yes. I'm grateful for this opportunity. I won't disappoint you."
"I'm sure you won't. Why don't you get yourself acquainted with the school grounds before you start teaching on Monday? It'll be beneficial to you."
"I will. Thank you for the advice," Yao bowed slightly, excusing himself from the stuffy room.
The moment the door clicked shut behind him, the slender man slumped against the wall, sliding down until he sat on the ground. Relief. What he felt coursing through his body could be nothing less than bone shattering relief. He lifted his hands, laughing at how badly they were shaking. He held his composure during the interview but once he was out of sight, all of his strength left him. This job was his last hope befo
Economic Boom Part 1 and 2 This is a drabble written purely for fun. Please excuse the lazy/sloppy/bad writing
"Ivan ," Russia's ears perked up at the breathless way China said his name.
He turned and was surprised by the sight of the smaller nation standing only a few feet before him. Was he running a fever? Short of breath, flushed cheeks, and glazed over eyes; he must be. Russia quickly strode over to feel the other's forehead. Hm, a little warm but nothing to be alarmed about.
"Ah ahh, Ivan ." China breathed again, clutching the large hands.
Russia raised his eyebrows in question, "Yes?"
Without warning, the slender man buried his face into Russia's chest, slim arms wrapped around his waist tightly.
"Little Jao," Russia said alarmed, "What's wrong? Are you-"
"Ivan," China lifted his earnest eyes to Russia's, "I want to have sex."
Russia choked on air; he was beyond shocked at the older and often icy nation whose demeanor was colder than his coldest winters.
Care to Dance?Rating: Sadly just PG
Pairing: Ivan x Yao
"When a man and woman understand each other dancing, simply carrying the beat, dancing for three minutes to a music called tango, it's the closest thing to sex but sensual rather than erotic." - Juan Carlos Copes
So what does the dance between China and Russia reveal?
The noise in the room was sickeningly loud. Somewhere, his straining nerves picked up a high pitched laughter, the sound of it grated against his throbbing skull. Perfume from the ladies overwhelmed his senses and nauseated him. The crush of the crowd made it hard to breathe. He felt suffocated, confined.
China scanned the ballroom, looking for his escape. If he had to endure this sham of a party a second longer, he would kill himself.
There, at last, he spotted his reprieve.
Only a few feet away from him, he spotted an empty balcony. Urgency replacing his sense of propriety, he elbowed his way past dancing couples and smoking gentlemen, no longer caring abo
Lesson In KissingHAPPY BIRTHDAY DEVI!!
Sighing, Russia pulled back slightly to stare down at China. "Yao ."
"Still no good?" The other nation looked at him self-consciously before averting his eyes. "I'm sorry ."
"No, no, no. It's my fault for being such a bad teacher." Russia said in a firm tone, refusing to let China blame himself. He grasped China's chin between his fingers and urged him to meet his eyes. "You have nothing to be ashamed of."
The smaller man glanced at him from under dark, long lashes and smiled at the Russian's futile effort to comfort him. "Maybe we should stop .It's not like I need to learn how to kiss right, Ivan?" He lifted a hand to graze Russia's cheek. " Since apparently in China there is no such thing as kissing."
Russia grabbed the delicate wrist gently and placed it on his shoulders. "We'll take things slowly. Try wrapping your arms around me, Yao."
"Like this?" China asked, draping one arm over the blonde's shoulder while the other kneaded the b
Secret SantaSecret Santa. It was a silly game America suggested for the nations to play. China was one of the few nations that rejected the idea and refused to participate, but after some consideration (and bullying from the others), he decided to join in on the festivities.
When it was finally his turn to draw a name from a hat, China wasn't particularly concerned. He already decided no matter who he got, he would probably give them some money stuffed in a red pocket, some shark fin, and grade-A tea leaves; if it was a female nation, he'll even throw in some crushed pearl face cream and bird's nest soup. He was silently congratulating himself on how generous he was when he pulled a name out. Immediately, the thought flew out of his mind and colored drained from his face as he read the name. It couldn't be . He blinked. Blinked again as he read the name scribbled on the tiny paper. He stared hard at it until he thought his vision blurred. No matter how hard he stared at it, the letters didn't
Untitled 1As requested by my Secret Santa, she wanted the view of Yao and Ivan through their leader or human aides eyes. I made up a fictional character 'Yimin" that would view Yao's changing relationship through his point of view.
Softly, as if from a hazy dream, the pitter-patter of rain descended from the gray clouds above. They slid gracefully along the tiled roof tops before dripping onto the wet grass. Out in the open courtyard, left to the mercy of Shen Long's whimsical temperament, a Xiangqi chessboard became drenched with rain. The etched lines upon the circular stone table became overfilled and droplets of water fell like tears from the rounded edges.
The door from which I gazed at the world outside was adorned by modern glass. Once in the past not so long ago, rice paper- and not glass- decorated the wooden door. When it rained, windows remained shut lest the cold wind fills the house. Deprived of the damp scenery, the sounds captivated our ears and became our music. Wh
Cup of WineSummary: Companionship and wine under the moon, brings back sweet but painful moments.
Full and round against the starless sky, the moon seemed even brighter and closer than ever before. Like clear, crisp, white wine, moonlight spilled into the darkened room, staining the pristine carpeted floor with its' silver rays. The soft illumination from the moon provided the perfect ambiance and only light the two drunkards needed.
" and then someone hit me hard on the back of the head! Yблюдок!" Russia exclaimed loudly with his hands thrown up in the air. The translucent liquid in his hand sloshed over the edge of its glass, spilling onto the table.
Unlike his drinking partner, China carefully sipped the baijiu, quite content to stay in his little state of hazy awareness. "And then what happened aru? Did you bash the poor bastard's head open?"
The other nation shook his head, tipping what was left of his wine into his mouth.
Laughing softly, China obedi
001. VoicesArthur was confused.
He lay strapped to the bed and he stared at the ceiling. Long ago had he stopped struggling; he knew he wasn't going to be heard. He stared at the white ceiling, then at the white walls, then at the white floor. His expression remained emotionless and his eyes remained wide open.
For two days he had refused to sleep.
Because whenever he closed his eyes, he was greeted with flashes of red and heat. Arthur was confused because they said it was okay. He didn't want to listen but when he held the can of petrol and the matches in his hand, they convinced him.
"Do it, Arthur... you know it is the right thing to do..." they had whispered in his ear. He shook his head, both to disagree and to try and rid himself of the voice. The voice remained and whispered again, "Do it... do it... do it..."
So... he did. He burnt down the home of which he grew up in. He killed the people who had raised him and he killed the brothers in which he shared his childhood wi
Heart of Italia 1Felicia and Lovina Vargas lost their grandfather when they were 12 due to some bandits who want the Heart of Italia, Italy's greatest and most precious treasure. Lovina and her sister escape only to learn that the bandits killed their grandfather and the Heart no where to be found. Lovina and Felicia are the ones who have it but Lovina doesn't even know what it is let alone Felicia. Now the bandits are looking for the Vargas girls and claim one of them to obtain the Heart since there no longer is a male in the family. However, Lovina comes up with a plan that doesn't require for either of them to live their lives on the run or in fear: she becomes the male heir Romano in hope that the bandits will leave them alone. It does work for 6 years, Lovina Vargas is dead and brother and sister Felicia and Romano are living normal lives in Southern Italy until a Spanish man comes along and everything gets thrown into chaos.
"That's it, just sign it." A snake like voice hissed. A dark br
Nichu- The Unspoken Chp. 2A quiet morning rose upon the great lands of China, despite it being known as the country of 'where the sun sets'. Wang Yao fluttered brown eyes open, wincing at the great amount of sunlight that came through stained glass windows of yellow and red, colours of his homeland. He yawned, keeping his head put on the soft pillows before releasing a sigh, sitting up slowly. He stretched his arms out, long strands of brown hair rather messy for first waking up.
He let out a contented sigh, pressing his back against the bed board behind him as he adjusted to the bright light of dawn. He tilted his head to the left, noticing that an old frame had fallen during the night. He leaned over stiffly to examine it. As he did, he was relieved the glass was not broken, however, he could not help but smile.
"Aru.." he spoke aloud.
The light shone on the glass so he could see it better: an old photo of the past.
A bit torn on the ends, it revealed a picture taken of himself and both South Korea and Japan
APH Past and Future ch1Louise groaned as the sunlight hit her eyes and raised the blanket over her head.
"Brother. Close the curtains." she moaned.
She heard her brother groaning from beside her and felt the bed shift as he slid out and closed the window effectively blocking the rays.
Gilbert grumbled something under his breath as he slid under the covers again and nuzzled closer to his sister.
Louise weakly turned her head to the side and groaned once more at the clock. It was seven o'clock and she had class in two hours.
"I'm still not used to having everything done in the morning like this." she said punching her pillow weakly.
"You would think after two years we would be." Gilbert said, his voice muffled by his own pillow.
Louise nodded as she forced herself to leave the warmth of her bed and stretched her arms. She winced as the muscles and bones creaked slightly.
"I don't know about you." she said walking to the bathroom. "But personally I can't wait for this all to end."
"Says the girl wh
RoChu: Don't cryHe ran as far as he could. Tears streamed down his face as the last picture was burned in his head. Why was life so cruel!? As stopped dead in his tracks the snow was freezing every last bit of love he had.
His face getting colder and colder every second. Some of his long, silky, brown hair fell into his face. Yao looked down in anger and confusion. Where was he to do now? When he looked up he saw snow falling. A silent chuckled escaped his lips.
"So...This is how cold Russia feels..." Looking around a bit more, he sat down on the bench. Wrapping his hands around his small body. Crossing his legs slightly to stay warm. Laying back, breathing shallow.
He slightly felt a tap on his shoulder and as he looked up. Staring into the violet eyes. Standing there gazing right back, Ivan smiled. "Hello my Yao Yao..." He jumped up, shivering again. Ivan walked over hugging him and Yao shivered less.
"Why are you out here, da?" The smaller country didn't listen to him; he just hugged harder to him
JAPAN THE SCHIZOSOMEWHERE IN THE WORLD:
Japan: Hello. My name is Kiku Honda. I'm eighteen years old, and until today, I was homeschooled... Don't ask me why, I think my paretns were afraid of me getting raped or something.
*Japan walks to the front of the school labeled 'World Academy'*
Japan: I guess it won't be so bad...I mean, I can always go back if I want to...
America: *puts a hand on his shoulder* Dude, are you fuckin' talkin' to yerself?
Japan: I-I- U-Um...
America: *laqughs* Ay yo Iggy! We've got another Schizo for ya!
England: GO TO BLOODY HELL YOU STUPID YANK. *walks inside the school*
Japan: *pulls out a notebook* Note to self, keep thoughts inside of my head, don't want to go to insitution.
*Japan makes his way to his first period class*
Rome: *motions him to the front of the class* Everyone, we have a new student! He just moved here from Japan~! : D
Rome: Now, class. Show him res--
America: I CAN'T STAND THESE MOTHER FUCKIN' ASIANS.
Rome: WELL I CAN'T STAND YOUR FAT AS
Vietnam knows the answer.Vietnam knows all answers to all questions.
[Caution] Strong language ahead.
Russia: My sunflowers won't grow, da?
Vietnam: MIRACLE GROW THAT SHIT.
England: No one likes my cooking!
Vietnam: BITCH, USE A COOKBOOK.
America: You won't go on a date with me!
Vietnam: DAS CUZ YOU'RE ANNOYING.
France: England won't marry me...
Vietnam: HOE, YOU'RE A RAPIST. DAS WHY HE WON'T.
China: All my children are leaving me, aru!
Vietnam: I LEFT YOU CUZ YOU OLD BITCH.
Japan: Germany says I can't eat salty foods...
Vietnam: GO ON A DIET BEEEOOOOTCH.
Germany: Italy is being a pussy.
Vietnam: BITCHSLAP SOME SENSE INTO YO HOE.
Italy: DOITSU DOITSU DOITSU DOIT-
Vietnam: SHUTTHEFUCKUP BITCH.
Spain: Romano won't admit he loves me! D;
Vietnam: MAYBE IF YOU DIDN'T MOLEST HIM EVERY HOUR. DAMN.
Romano: Spain keep molesting me! That Bastardo!
Vietnam: JUST TAP THAT SWEET SPANISH ASS AND GET IT OVER WITH.
Prussia: I don't need your help! I'm AWESOME!
Vietnam: INDEED YOU ARE BITCH. INDEED YOU ARE.
Hungary: Prussia is
APH Vampir ch 4Germany desperately opened his desk drawer. When it proved to be empty he quickly opened another and another.
They were all empty.
He cursed himself. He had been so blind and so stupid that he had allowed himself to run out of blood supply.
And he needed it quickly. It had been too long since he had last drunk blood.
He ran his fingers through his hair. His hands were shaking.
He took deep breaths. The familiar sense of the thirst was creeping into his throat. His felt his eyes start to darken.
He covered his eyes with his hands and willed himself to calm down.
If he couldn't wait until tomorrow, and it seems as if he couldn't, then there was always the option of going into the forest and hunting an animal.
It wouldn't satisfy him for long but it would be enough for him to control himself.
"Germany? Are you alright?" a familiar voice asked.
Germany closed his eyes and silently pleaded for the other man to leave him be.
"Germany? Are you alright?" Italy asked again. The heavens ignored
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