Holy RomeXChibitalia- Daisy Crowns by HetaliaJapan, literature
Literature
Holy RomeXChibitalia- Daisy Crowns
Italy sat alone, in a field of daisies. He was making daisy crowns. The wind blew, rustling the daisies and the hem of his green dress. He finished the crown and put it on his head. He began to work on another one.
"Italy?" he heard from behind him. Italy looked up at Holy Rome and smiled.
"Hey Holy Rome. Want to make daisy crowns with me?" he asked, picking another daisy and weaving it together with the other ones. Holy Rome sat beside him, but he didn't pick any daisies. Italy looked at him curiously.
"Why aren't you making a crown?"
"I... I don't know how."
"Then I'll show you!" Italy said, moving closer to him. He showed him what to
The morning was crisp, lightly chilled, and the sun dispersed gently over the smooth hills, and busy vineyards. The night prior had been a bit too flashy, and a bit too loud. The silence inside the home now was welcomed, and highly appreciated. Birds chirped outside of the closed window, and a car radio was playing, maybe a bit too noisy for 10 am, but it wasn't easy to pick up on the clamor, inside anyway.
The silence was broken by quiet humming, and the sounds of a scarf being delicately folded, and knotted as a man dressed himself for the day, and observed the world outside his room.
Young children ran around a tree, and squealed in deli
Hug Your Brother Day by This-Beautiful-World, literature
Literature
Hug Your Brother Day
“…Matt? Hey, Matt?”
His brother blinks, slowly pulling himself out of whatever thought cycle he had been stuck in. “Wha…” He looks around with the same sluggishness, the nearly dazed expression, before they lock eyes. Matthew’s amethyst eyes widen and he sits straighter, muttering, “Oh, sorry, Al… um…W-what were you saying?”
“Well, I was saying that…” Alfred trails off, eyebrows furrowing. He and Matthew had agreed to catch up on some quality bro time a few days back, but now that he’s actually at his brother’s place… it’s obvious t
Child King [APH HRE Prussia] by sailorgreywolf, literature
Literature
Child King [APH HRE Prussia]
Snow was falling in slow scattered flakes as the bright yellow banners of the Holy Roman empire appeared at the gates of Königsberg. Gilbert could just make out the bright color through the flakes. He put his hand on the pommel of his sword, a bastard blade that had ended the life of many men. Those flags had never appeared at his gate, not even when his father was still alive. The proud banners of the empire never came this far into the Eastern frontier. This was one of the farthest outposts of the empire.
It was puzzling. The fanfare seemed far too much for just a messenger, so Gilbert couldn't help but wonder what the reason was behi
Feliciano and Ludwig (Prologue) by MagdaTheHuman, literature
Literature
Feliciano and Ludwig (Prologue)
A/N: Due to some important subjects and a different culture (and simply because what was right centuries ago it's seen as awful in modern times), the characters' ages will be over 16.
Or at least Ludwig will not be 13 years old.
There will not be a specific age, that's up to the reader's consent.
Rating: Master-pieces don't have ratings. (No, wait, this is a fanfic, it must have one... ok, is R-[Ludwig's age], so, yeah, you decide his age)
Warning: zhe characters art not going to speak-a like zhis, because is hard as scone to write it.
Disclaimer: I have never heard of anything like "Romeo & Juliet"... Nor Hetalia.
Czech Introductions by Pseudonym-Forever, literature
Literature
Czech Introductions
Dobrý den!
I am Czech Republic. No, I’m not called Czechoslovakia anymore. No, you can’t call me Czech. You call me Czech Republic until I give you permission to do so otherwise.
I am new to the scene and the other countries suggested I talk a bit about myself, to break the ice in a sense. Being a fan of efficiency, I made a list…
My Likes:
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Reading; I always have a book in one hand
Drinking; I always have a drink in one hand (hey, that’s what two hands are for,)
Dogs, particularly my own; I find most do not train their own pets well enough
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Efficiency and organization; unless it’s the weekend,