Crys-Girl

    From the table in the house, Ludwig sat, looking over some forms from work. He'd scribble his signature occasionally, or mark something on the sheet, or shuffle them once again, but overall it was quiet and boring inside. Gentle laughter from the back-yard drew his blue eyes up, and he took in the scene before him.    You and his older brother Gilbert sat in the green grass, chuckling together. Your smile was sweet and gentle, and so was Gilbert's. Ludwig couldn't remember the last time the albino was as happy as this.    Gilbert had met you a couple months ago. You were a quiet person. Not necessarily shy, you just didn't speak often

Ivan didn’t want to go.   He had said that a hundred times before and he’ll say so a hundred times again. It wasn’t his fault that he was quite a seclusive person, that was just how he was raised and that was not on pretty circumstances. He had asked not to go and to continue his usual routine but his boss wouldn’t have any of that and told him he had already been transferred there. It was aggravating to say the least.   Though there was a plus side. His sisters went, so at least he’d know someone, and maybe then his boss would stop yelling at him to get out of his mansion more often. It’s not

Canada x LOTR!Reader " _______, I’m home," Matthew called as he walked in the door. He made his way into the living room where his girlfriend, ________and his pet polar bear, Kumajiro, cuddling on the couch, watching one of ___________’s favorite movies, The Lord Of The Rings. “You’re still watching Lord Of The Rings,” Matthew asked. __________ turned to the direction of his voice and smiled brightly. “Yeah, Im still watching Lord OF The Rings,” __________ answered. “Its one of the most epic fantasy trilogies in the world, right next to Harry Potter,” Matthew sighed as he walked ov

"What a weekend this is turning out to be," you said to yourself, brushing some snow from a park bench before plopping down and dropping your purse between your feet. You put your travel bag at your side and rubbed your sore shoulders before sitting back and letting your head fall. You stared up at the cold, grey sky. "It's not all that bad, lass, it's barely just gotten started," came a heavily accented voice from your right and you rolled your head to the side to stare at the man who had spoken to you. The first thing you noticed was his shock of red hair, wild from the wind and how it brought out the pale freckles on his face. His eyes we

WARNING: I swear. Big whoop. Oh, and Captain _____ can be your first name or last. Whatever you prefer. ^^ (But it probably should be last to be an equivalent to Captain Kirkland...) ~ You were the best goddamn pirate on the seven seas. And everyone that had ever set foot on one of those infamous vessels knew it. Running on adrenaline, luck, and skill, you were always spectacular, which led to no one questioning your sex. Black pirate garb, gilded with gold embroidery of the finest kind, almost always graced your skin, and your sword was never out of reach. With a back up dagger in your boot, you were a deadly foe. Deadly, unless you were

WARNING: I swear in this. Get over it, the whole world swears all the time. As I once made an Italian say, “Swearing is good for the soul.” ~ “Ignorant fool!” “Prissy aristocrat!” “Filthy bitch!” “Black sheep!” “Anime freak!” “I take that as a compliment, stuck up bastard!” “At least I’m civilized, arse!” “Well, your language begs to differ!” “Guys, guys, calm down and listen to the hero’s awesome plan!” America interrupted you and England’s bickering. But both of you turned to him in a rage and

"_______ got Feli!" Alfred yelled. You looked at the packet of pasta in your hand and smiled. You and the cute bubbly italian had been friends for a while and he had taught you how to cook countless pasta dishes. You had fallen for him hard. His wimpyness all the way up to that adorable curl on his head. You had a good idea what that curl did, but you never dared try it. You were then pulled into a hug by the hyper pasta lover and pulled to the closet. "Vee~! Hello bella!" He said, once you were inside. "Hey Feli. Oh, you want the pasta back right?" You asked him, holding the packet out to him. You could see him nodd in the dim light and t

"_______ got Lovino!" You looked at the perfectly ripe tomato in your hand. "Bastard! I didn't put anything in that bag!" Your head whipped round to see Romano in one of his rages. But there was a blush on his cheeks, pale but apparent. He was wearing blue skinny jeans and a sandy toned shirt with an open chest, a choclate coloured tie hanging round his neck. He was also wearing a pair of smart brown shoes and had a pair of sunglasses sitting ontop of his head. You stood up and walked over to him. He looked at you and his blush increased a little. You were both then dragged by your arms to the closet, the door slamming. Romano let out a stri

"Dude! _______ got Ludwig!" Alfred laughed. You looked at the cross held in your hand and a small smile crossed your face. You had liked him for a while. You glanced over at your friend _______, who gave you a thumbs up. You hadn't realised that he was now standing next to you. "Shall we then _______?" He asked. You looked at him and nodded. You both walked into the closet and Alfred slammed the door. "Don't get too frisky!" He yelled. You looked at him and smiled. He wasn't wearing his usual uniform. He was wearing a pair of baggy black jeans and a top with the german coak of arms on it. He also wore a leather jackets, the sleeves rolled

"_____ got-who is this?" Alfred asked, looking at the maple leaf in your hand. You frowned at him and sighed. "It's Mattie. You know, your little brother?" You said sourly, looking for the invisible nation. Alfred blinked a few times before sweatdropping. "Oh yeah. Sorry." He said. You finally managed to find Matthew, sitting in a corner, cuddling Kumajiro. "Come on Mattie. It's me and you." You said quietly. He looked at you and blushed. "O-Ok..." He said, standing up and leaving his little bear on the seat. You were both shoved into the closet and had the door slammed in your faces. "Don't get too frisky!" You heard Alfred yell. "Sorr