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Loneliness: RomanoHe scowls at his brother and everyone surrounding him
Why can't they surround him?
They all smile at his brother
Why can't they smile for him?
They're all excited to hear his brother's stories
Why can't they be excited to hear his stories?
They all shower his brother in compliments
Why can't they shower him in compliments?
They all give his brother gifts
Why can't they give him gifts?
They all think his brother is adorable
Why don't they think he's adorable?
They all care about his brother
Why don't they care about him?
As he sees everyone do these things to his brother he feels the jealously cloud his mind and heart along with something else
Loneliness: EnglandUnicorn, hahahha~
You're so funny.
That is NOT how you treat your sister!
Hey! You're Norway's troll, aren't you?
What the hell are you doing here?! Go home!
Ahahaha~ Pixie, you're so cute.
Hello, Mr. Leprechaun.
Welcome to the family.
It's always fun with new friends.
This is how he deals with the loneliness
Loneliness: SpainThe smile of a man who had it all
Soon becomes the fake smile of a man who has nothing
The laugh of a happy man,
Soon becomes the pitiful scream of a sad man
The nice words of a man who always saw the bright side of everything
Soon becomes the shameful words of a man who only sees the negative side
The body of a man who feels
Soon becomes the empty shell of a man who doesn't feel
The mind of a careless man who means well
Soon becomes the mind of a careful man who stopped trying
The heart of a man who loved
Soon becomes the heart of a man who hates
The soul of a man who had people by his side
Soon becomes the soul of a man who is lonely
Song of a ViolinHungary was walking down the beach when she heard it. A beautiful tune playing by only one violin, interrupting the autumn silence. She stopped and closed her eyes, listening to the pretty tune. It reminded her of both Austria and Prussia, two of the most important people in her life.
As her thoughts reached a painful level she opened her eyes and looked around herself as a distraction. She spotted a man standing on the edge of a dock with his back to her, playing the violin. Slowly, she started walking towards him. Step by step the music became louder. As she reached the dock she saw who the man was. No less than Austria himself. He, however, did not seem to have noticed her, too concentrated on his music. She stopped walking, her gaze still lingering on Austria. She was watching him, while he was watching the grey sky above the horizon. His fingers sliding gracefully on the strings.
The wind decided to dance along with the music, causing sand to fly in Hungary's face. As a result she
If he's angry, he'll just take it out in the villains in one of his video games
If he's guilty, he'll just sleep it away
If he's hurt, he'll just eat it away
If he's sad, he'll just watch a movie
If he's afraid, he'll just cling to something
If he's lonely, he'll just take it. There's nothing to do.
No one wants him with them, he's just too annoying. Just too reckless
Just too himself
Loneliness: PrussiaLet's do a drinking game! I have to drink a beer for each back that has turned on me
Even the Baltic's and Russia
West, my little brother
That's more than a thousand beers
Once again I have drunken so much I can barely stand, let alone talk
Which means that I can't say what I really want to say
I want to tell them that I want them to come back, enemy or not. That it's lonely without them
Loneliness: Veneziano ItalyHe watches as everyone around him is acting like he's special in some way
He wishes they'd all just go away, they're the reason why his brother is so far away
It's their fault
He wants them to disappear
The closer they get, the further away his brother pushes him
He tries to tell them to go away, but they only think he's even cuter
He turns his head to the side and sees his brother scowling at him
He wants to go to him, but he's trapped
Trapped in a circle of humans
He wants to get away, but he cannot escape
Even though there are people around him all the time, he's lonely
He wants his brother back
Loneliness: RussiaPurple eyes that are sometimes red rimmed
Smiling mouth that sometimes drowns vodka non-stop
Round cheeks that sometimes are tear stained
Clean coat that sometimes is blood soaked
Gloved hands that sometimes are carrying a rosty lead pipe
Black boots that sometimes covered in dirt
An insane mind that sometimes is disguised as innocence
A lonely heart that sometimes breaks
Loneliness: BelarusBrother doesn't love me
Aren't I beautiful enough?
Am I too much?
Do I give him enough space,
or too much?
I don't know
He never tells me
As a result I take my knife
One cut for un-requited love
Two cuts for the tears I shed
Three cuts for the loneliness
The Beauty of Silence - Chapter 2Alfred had a thoughtful look on his face as he entered the building he worked at. His radio station broadcasted from a very large building with all sorts of small, music-related companies inside. He headed for the elevator and pushed the button for his floor, 6. As that pleasant music wafted lazily through the elevator, he thought about what had happened on the subway earlier. He had been so out of sorts, trying not to anger Arthur for their differences. But in the end, it was that anxiousness and caution that had been wrong about it. He was a really accepting guy, after all, and never made fun of anyone for having a different ethnicity or sexual orientation or style or mindset or anything like that. But in all of those cases, he'd been able to talk from wherever and hear responses, which wasn't the case this time. It threw him off, he supposed. Aside from that, though Arthur seemed like a cool guy. He came off as pretty impatient and almost grumpy, but maybe he was just in a bad mood
Falling Bridges Chapter 1 (USUK)Arthur Kirkland was a haunted man. Not in the cursed sense, but there was always someone imperceptible, someone intangible beside him. No one else in the world could see the spirit, and Arthur was wholly content with that.
Over the past few years, the blond Englishman had built up a reputation of being cold and unapproachable. He refused to talk about his past, and wouldn't go near the area where the two new bridges were being built. The only one who ever saw him smile or perhaps, once in a blue moon laugh, was the ghost who followed him around.
The Kirkland family business was terror. It hadn't always been- years ago, they were simply a rich and influential family in the city. But then the parents died and Alastair Kirkland took over.
Some said he was merely bored. Others that he was on some sort of personal vendetta. All were afraid of where he would strike next. All were frustrated that the red-haired terror couldn't be caught. The targets were usually buildings or roads. Smal
The Beauty of Silence - Chapter 3Time flies fast in a place like New York city, and before Alfred knew it two weeks had gone by. He'd went out with Arthur for coffee another two times since their first meeting, and had successfully learned the alphabet in that voiceless language he realized Arthur was masterfully fast at. While he could only slowly spell out words letter for letter, his new friend could fire off a few sentences a minute. But, of course, he was more than willing to take it slow and teach properly, which Alfred was grateful for. After completely the alphabet, actual words stuck with him easier, being more prominent and unique in his mind. By the end of that third coffee meeting, he could offer a formal greeting, introduction, and farewell.
"...And that's why everyone should visit LA before they die~ Seriously, a plane ticket is a small price to pay for endless fun and sightseeing! Okay, so that concludes today's session of the 'Patriotic Bucketlist'. Unfortunately, my lovely fans, my time is about up. I
~Silver General~ p.2 Hetalia Men x Reader
You stepped back into your original time from your adventure, landing gently on the hard concrete of the
basement floor but still stinging your feet slightly. Thoughts of the humorous, silver haired general still were
easily reflecting themselves through your mind. He meant well, as best as you could tell but still, the twisted
expressions of the poor victims as they lay dying, stuck out in your mind the clearest. The horror that flashed
through their eyes as they came in contact with the last thing they would ever witness. So many died that day,
all fighting for their own reasons, their own freedoms, and those special to them. Tears were brought to your
eyes as you felt the breeze sting your skin as your rode with the general, Gilbert, bravely through battle. As you
instinctively reached up to wipe the escaping tears away, your fingers felt something thicker than thin, wet
tears. You brought your fingers closer to realize it was blood. Pure, crimso
~Freedom Fighter~ p.2 Hetalia Men x Reader
You arrived back at the museum basement with a regretful smile laced across your lips. Alfred F. Jones- Freedom
Fighter, you'd so lovingly nicknamed him. You closed your eyes as you happily reminisced your last moments with him:
his sandy blond hair, the excitement in his twinkling cobalt eyes, the feeling of his strong arms around you.. Everything,
could not have ended better. You felt you could walk away with satisfaction, knowing that in your encouragement and
pressing words, you gave him hope. It was purely visible in his eyes. The salute was cliche, you knew, but it seemed to
have the most impact on him. You giggled at the thought, then your mind began to wander. Thoughts squeezed into your
mind, and worry began to fill your being.
"What if?" you thought. "What if he didn't survive?"
Fear and concern clouded your thinking. No matter how hard you tried, it refused to leave. All you wanted to know now,
was what ever happened to your Fre
Meet Me Outside (USUK)Arthur ruffled his hair, frustration written all over his face. He’d spent all day at work, answering phone calls that he didn’t care about, and scrambling around the office, running errands for his lazy boss. Really, he was getting sick of the routine, and couldn’t wait until he got back home. He was already imagining slinking into the couch and propping his feet up, accompanying himself with a nice cup of hot tea. Surely, that would do the trick.
The brit loosened his tie as he approached the door, swiftly unlocking it with his free hand. Pushing the door open with his leg, Arthur stepped through and leaned back, shutting the door behind him. He sighed and let his briefcase drop to the floor. ‘Home, sweet home.’ The gentleman thought. A smile was beginning to play on his lips, until he noticed a scrap of paper on the floor. He paced over to where it lay, and bent down to pick it up, flipping the note over to read what was written.
‘Your gun is read
Prince!RomanoxReader It's a Man's Game part one
It’s a Man’s Game
In the small country of Joseinokuko, every 50 years a new king is given the thrown. The new king is found through a series of challenges, a game called Otokonogemu. Men of age 18 collect in the capital of Joseinokuko to compete in the tournament. The winner receives the ruling of the country and the hand of the king’s child.
(y/n) ran down the streets of her home town, her bag in tow. She checked over her shoulder to make sure no one was following her. When she was sure no one was watching her, she jumped the border. Now in the forest she wasn't too far from her destination.
(y/n) readjusted the bag before continuing her sprint.
Once she was in the middle of the forest, her usual spot, she settled down and pulled a bow with matching arrows out. It was handcrafted with the birch wood from the forest. Originally her father's, along with every other weapon she owned, he let it to her when he passed on. Knocking her arr
Hetalia x Reader: Daylight DrabblesHere I am waiting, I’ll have to leave soon, why am I holdin’ on?
He stared down at his wife, as she slept. As much as he'd wanted to he just couldn't sleep, tomorrow he was being deployed. He didn't want to miss a minute of her. His light blue eyes flickered up at the window and gazed at the stars.
"Ludwig?" A feminine voice whispered groggily. Tearing his gaze from the disappearing stars, he looked back at her. "Are you alright, liebe(love)?" A faint blush appeared as she used a pet name in his native tongue.
"Ja, I'm fine. It's just..." Her lips half smiled understandingly.
"You don't want to go." He nodded. "I don't want you to go either. I'll miss you too much." Her fingers slowly rubbed his upper arm. A yawn escaped her mouth, He kissed her nose.
"Ich liebe dich mein frau. (I love you, my wife)"
"I love you too, my brave solider." She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to his form as a tear slipped down her cheek.
We knew this day would come, we knew it al
PrussiaxRightHanded!Reader - Ambidextrous
“Easy,” I muttered to myself as I slowly dragged the pen across the paper. The pen felt odd in my hand, shaking inside my uncertain fingers. “Okay. . .Now big ‘M’. . .and then little ‘n’. . .Ugh, that looks terrible.”
I continued to slowly write down the alphabet, the pen sometimes slipping and I awkwardly taking hold of it. “Big ‘N’. . .little ‘n’. . .Ugh! That looks worse than before!”
“What looks worse than before?”
I turned my head to see a silver head peeking through my bedroom door. His lips were curled up into a cheeky grin, and his red eyes looked at me curiously.
I set my pen down and rolled my eyes. “Nothing, Gil. Just some stuff I’m working on.”
The albino pushed the door wide open and stepped into the room, walking over to my desk. “Can I see?”
I immediately covered the paper before me with my forearms. “Nope.”
“Aw, come on, Frau!
HeroArthur let the tears fall as he looked down at the letter in his hands.
Hey, Arthur. I have to leave early because the people needs a HERO!
I'll be gone for some time. But don't worry!
I'll come back to you as soon as I'm done!
You need a HERO too.
I miss you already. And you know, it won't be a permanent goodbye.
I always return don't I?
Take care, okay? And don't forget to feed Tony!
I really gotta go now. The army calls!
I love you!
Your Hero, Alfred.
He never came back.
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