So, yeah, I like to write, mainly about Hetalia. And this is were I'll post most of it. I'm also on fanfiction, Foreverkinght. I will also post whatever else here, too.
12 Creepy Sisters
11 French Roses
10 Frying Pans
9 Polish Ponies
8 Greek Kitties
7 Schticky Friends
5 METERS LONG~
4 Maple Leaves
And a nice cup of Earl Grey tea~
If you didn’t go back and sing it, you are lying
It was a cold November, and this day was particularly colder than the rest. The first snow of winter fell from the sky on that day and it continued throughout the day, covering the small town in a blanket of snow. Red lights appeared in the windows of the homes as people lit fires to warm themselves on the November night.
He also had come to see me that night. I had just lit the fire when the knock came at my door. I remember thinking it odd that someone would be out on a night light this. With a wool blanket draped over my shoulders I opened the passage into the wintery world.
A man…No he wasn’t quite a man, stood there with a teasing smirk playing across his face. At first I didn’t see him, his pale skin and hair blending into the snow and black clothing blending into the night. The only thing that truly stood out was his blood red eyes.
He continued to smirk at me and I couldn’t help but blush. My heart sped up, beating rapidly against my chest. The other man could hear it and chuckled, which made the blush grow down my next. He held out his hand, offering it to me. A way to get out, escape, from the ordinary. Without a second thought, or even a thought, I took his hand.
Swiftly I pulled out into the snow, but I couldn’t feel the cold under my bare feet. I had to look down to make sure I was standing in snow. When my gaze drifted back up, the man before me had changed. His eyes were brighter in the night, sharp teeth reflected the low light from my house, and behind his back was a pair of large bat-like wings.
I wasn’t startled by this, deep down I knew. He spun me around, now we were both facing my house, his arm around my thin waist. Soon we were in the air, the small wooded home grew smaller the higher we went. He held out his hand, fingers spread wide, at my house as a demonic grin and laugh came from him. I only watched, in curiosity as the building I called home for most of my life slowly caught flame.
We hung there, his wings beating against the air to keep us up. The fire grew and the towns’ people, my friends and neighbors, tried to put out the blaze.
It must have grown boring for him because before I could blink he turned me around, face to face, in his arms. His lips soon found mine and I fought about everything for a moment. Then we were off, my blond curls bouncing in the wind, flying away from the bright fire and into the dark woods where he lived; where my demon and I live.
"This cheese is gross…" Prussia said as he took a bite out of the slice. The cold air from the refrigerator spilled across the white tile floor and the light bulb illuminated the dark kitchen. The pale nation stared done at the slice with a bite in it. "Maybe it will taste better with a second bite?" He took another and made a face. "Nope. Still just as bad."
Prussia didn’t hear the soft foot steps coming up behind him. The owner of those foot steps stopped at the door to the kitchen. He rolled his eyes which a smile. “Come back to bed.”
Even with the soft voice, it was like a knife through the silence in the kitchen. “Shit!” Prussia dropped the cheese, nearly jumping out of his skin. “Matthew!” He placed a hand over his beating heart. “You could have killed me!” Whined the startled albino. Matthew only chuckled and made his way over to his lover, night shirt brushing across his bare legs. Prussia grinned, he knew the other nation had nothing on under that shirt.
"Don’t think I could even if I tried." Canada kissed his boyfriend on his cheek. "Come on now, it is very late and the bed has gone cold…" The blond pouted. Gilbert should know by now that he hated a cold bed.
Gilbert grinned more, turning his back to the open fridge so he could wrap his arms around the slender waist of his partner. “I know, I know.” He kissed Matthew’s nose. “Then let’s get back to bed~” Prussia moved to kiss the other when he moved.
"Nope, clean up your mess and met me in bed." Canada laughed under his breath, slipped out of the loving hold, turned, and went out of the kitchen. His sleep shirt brushed up over his naked butt. The blond even added a swish in his hip to give the albino a little peak. Prussia knew he’d get some tonight. He picked up the half eaten cheese, threw it into the refrigerator, closed the door, and quickly climbed the stair to their bedroom.
"Yes! Eagle!" A grown man yelled after the little plastic ball painted with a neon color rolled into the hole in the fake grass. The other grown man, sported an amused smiled but shoot his head. He leaned on a short golf club, made for short people.
"You are way too excited about this Al." Matthew said as he wrote down the score. This was what his brother wanted to do on his birthday, play glow in the dark mini-golf. The building was empty, except for the two nations playing inside and a body guard for each of them.
"So?? Its the small things that count Mattie, and that means playing mini golf with my brother on my birthday." The blond nation grinned at his brother, who was walking up to take his turn.
"Of course, of course. You also want something to kill a couple of hours before for the other nations start to show up?" The American just smiled and the Canadian laughed, and took his turn.
I asked Owyn what I should write, and I this is what I got.
Wrote this for her.
The castle was full of life, light poured out into the night from the party that was happening. This was no ordinary gathering, it was the high prince of Spades 21 birthday, the day he began a man. All the kingdoms had been invited to enjoy this day, but really it was a way to please the other suits-Hearts, Diamonds, and Clubs. While the four kingdoms were at peace, at the time, there was nothing wrong with keeping up with the nice nice.
This was supposed to be a happy time for the crown prince, Alfred Jones, but his father kept bothering him about finding a mate, a princess, and this was irritating him. That was all his father would say to him. "When are you going to find a mate?" "Your mother and I are not going to live forever, you need a wife." "Seen any cute omegas lately?" It was never ending, even at this party. Every time Alfred saw his father walk to him, gesture to him while talking to a potential mate, or trying to bring a mate to him, Alfred turned and walked to a new part of the great room where his birthday was taking place.
Alfred saw his father begin to walk to him and turned, walking to the large windows that opened onto a balcony overlooking the city. The prince walked out into the warm summer air, taking a deep breath, and filling his lungs with the fresh air. He walked over to the ledge, leaned his forearms across the stone railing.
The capital of Spades laid on the cost of the Great Sea, the most Southern tip of the continent that the four nations rested in. Spades was a peninsula, with the best navy protecting its three coastlines and a powerful army to fight off anyone trying to get into their little haven.
Alfred was fantasying about the wonders of the land and sea that was his homeland when he was jolted from his thoughts by the rough closing of the glass door from the Great Hall. Then the sound was followed by a soft, embarrassed, meep from whoever came out onto the balcony. The Prince turned to see who it was, because it could be anyone except his father-he wouldn’t have meeped.
There, standing by the glass door, pouting, was the most beautiful male Alfred had ever seen.
Then he spoke. “I was hoping to surprise you…” The shorter blond walked over to the much taller alpha, still pouting slightly.
Alfred chuckled, wrapping his arms around the slender waist of the omega when he was in arm’s length. “You know you can never snick up on me~”
The other just rolled his emerald green eyes but smiled none the less. “I just wanted to wise you a happy birthday…Personally, and not with my father watching me.” He leaned up half way, wanting Alfred to come the rest, which he did. Their lips met and they melted.
The shorter omega, Arthur, was the Prince of Diamonds, son of King Francis, and 5 years Alfred’s elder but he was still unbounded to an alpha. He managed to save himself for his true-love, Alfred, when they first met a few years ago at Arthur’s 23rd birthday. The two princes promised to each other that one day they would become mates, but they had to wait until Alfred was 21 and free to choose whomever he wishes to marry.
After their long awaited kiss, Alfred pulled back to look into Arthur’s eyes, that were sparkling from the lights, and maybe a few glasses of fermented fruits.
"When do you and your father leave?" He asks, still holding Arthur close.
"Tomorrow, after lunch, you know how much my father likes to talk about fashion from our kingdom as well as prepare a new dish for your father. Why?"
Alfred smiled, it full of love and cherish. “I think we should tell my father that I have chosen my mate. He has been getting on my nerves about it for months. Now I have an answer for him.”
Arthur’s smile grin, it looked too big for his face, like his face was about to split in half from the joy in his face. The older prince wrapped his arms around Alfred’s neck, pulling him closer for another kiss. This was much longer. The two princes had found true-love and now they could be together in marriage and body.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
Two hooded figures raced through the woods, jumped over rocks and fallen trees. They moved with speed that was beyond the grasp of mere humans. The forest was restless, feral snarls echoed through the air. These sounds belonged to not a wolf gone mad but to something far worst, a demon. A creature, the largest of the pack, jumped up onto a large bolder, and sniffed the air. They were sent out to find the deserters. The body was pitch black, forged from the unhappy thoughts and unfilled dreams of mankind; eyes as bright as the sun but the color of blood cut through the night air.
The leader raised it’s massive head and let out a gut wrenching howl. The hell-hounds were on the hunt for the traitors. The two running did not stop, they were almost there. Once they crossed the edge of the forest they were out of the realm of the Demons and could not be tracked so easily. Their legs were begging them to stop, but they couldn’t. Not until they were safe.Through the tall evergreen trees there was a light, a light from a human village. Almost there. From behind they couple heard the dreadful snarls getting closer. 40 yards more. The smell of death and decay filled the air. 30 yard. The hell-hounds’ eyes could be seen through the brush now. 20 yards. The sounds of the demons’ panting filled their ears. 10 yards. They could feel the hot breath of the demons on them but dared not look. 5 yards. The hell-hounds began to snap their jaws at the deserters. He cried out as his cloak got caught, but he kept running. The force ripped the cloak, freeing him and he took off like a bullet. His mate was nowhere to be seen. He prayed to whoever that she was safe.
Within a matter of seconds he crossed the border. The sounds of angry howls were a distant sound now. The escapee searched the surrounding area for his mate frantically, shouting her name and about 10 yards away from edge of the wood she emerged, collapsed on the ground; her body too tired to support her. He made his way to her and joined her on the ground.
"Is…Is he alright…?" asked the male, breathlessly. The other nodded, pulling her long hair away from her chest and revealing a small babe. The child squirmed in his mother’s arms as his cover was taken from him; a tiny whine escaped his mouth. The baby twisted so that his growing horns dug into his mother’s breast. The man looked up at his mate, smiling, full of love and sharp teeth. He pulled back his hood to wipe away the sweat. Two large black horns adorned the top of his head. His eyes, a deep rich blue, were bright in the night and stood out against his pale skin. His mate had similar features, but her horns were not as large and her eyes a lighter blue. They were demons, demons that escaped the devil himself.
"Good," breathed the male, "We can start over in the human world. Our son will never have to see that bastard world." His mate nodded, closing her tired eyes. "But may we rest here for awhile? We have been running a long time and I do not think my legs can carry me right now."
The older demon nodded with a light chuckle, smiling again. “Yes, a rest would be lovely.”
They were free from that evil.