GrayI'm just hiding.Hiding from them.Hiding my colorsFading to gray for them.Gray.A bored colorA fade, a shadeOf what it wants to be.It wants to be so many colorsBut it has to be boring old gray.Just for them.
Your Touch USUK 2"America-kun." The shy dark-haired Japanese man spoke softly."Oh hey, Japan! What's up?" the American said cheerfully."Arthur-kun needs to speak to you on the phone, it seems serious." Kiku said looking sorrowful."Oh I'm sure it's nothing." Alfred walked past Kiku and patted him on the back "Don't be such a worry wart."Japan watched silently as America walked confidently down the meeting hall.'No
America-kun. I fear that a smile, and a few upbeat words won't fix this. England-kun was
No I mustn't think like that.' Japan shook his head trying to forget his thoughts.-----------America almost leaped to the phone. He thought of maybe saying how irresponsible he was for missing the meeting.He picked up the pone and caressed it between his ear and shoulder. "Hero speaking.""A-Alfred
"America was a little thrown off by how milled and meek his voice was."Yes?""Can you come pick me up?
"Alfred's heart started to ace, Arthur sounded so bro
Fluffy Itacest Request- Tissues and Italian WineLovino wasn't sure what to do with his evening. It had been about a month since his longtime boyfriend, Antonio, had broken up with him. He hadn't quite gotten over the abrupt break up yet, and things hadn't been made better by the impromptu World Conference a day before. The poor Southern Italian had been seated directly across from the Spaniard and his new boyfriend, the Wine Basta- er, Francis, suffering through all the useless, uncalled for flirting. Needless to say, Lovi was not at his happiest. At least Feli's not here, he thought to himself with a sigh.Things were getting a little more
stressful for Romano. Being around his brother was getting harder than it used to be. It wasn't because lovable little Feliciano was annoying (though he was on occasion) or anything of that sort. No, it was for a completely different reason. Lately, the North of Italy was having a strange effect on his older brother. Lovino couldn't remain near Feliciano for too long, or else, he bec
GerIta : Love HurtsIt was a mystery why Germany had woken up that night. And as always, the first thing that he noticed was that Italy had managed to sneak into his bed again. Lieber Gott im himmel ! How did that sneaky Italian manage to get into his bed without him noticing every single night? Even so, tonight seemed different. Normally Italy would be sprawled out and letting out little 've's of contentment at this point, somehow managing to never invade his space.Tonight however was different. Germany's Italian friend was curled in on himself, the usual 've'ing replaced by whimpering. Germany felt his normal frown deepen. Was Felciano sick? he was shivering despite the warm spring weather and the blanket that he was hogging. Germany sighed, pulling himself from bed and walking to the other side of the bed.Italy's face was contorted in an expression of pain. It was such a contrast to Feliciano's normal carefree smile that is made Germany's stomach turn in on itself. There was something fund
GerIta-All I Want For Christmas Is YouIt was the night before Christmas in a land distraught with war. Neither side seemed to be winning, every fighting solider feeling sour and sore. There were a few soldiers that still hung up a few Christmas related objects up, trying to instill some Christmas cheer, yet there was one solider, a German, who put up a few Christmas objects with a heavy heart. The German was a blonde with his hair slicked back and even though his eyes showed seriousness, there was a hint of sadness in the blue of his eyes. He was only putting them up to make one person happy, the one person who seemed to matter most.“Ludwig, there you are!” the German heard a voice from behind him, “I’ve been looking all over for ya.”Upon turning around, the blonde saw a man with snow white hair and crimson eyes. He was considered an albino to everyone on base…a rather annoying albino. But the man worked with their messenger birds, training them to fly various routes to send messages
[USUK] The NightmareFighting and chaos, blood and battle, tears and pain and ripped away from love. Rain streaking down from the sky and expanding the watery blood all over their faces; storming from the battlefield with the cracking of bullets behind them and the smell of blood clogging the smell of fear. Hearts pounding and mind racing, red-blooded rebels on their tail the fighting spirit of the minutemen.Tears streaked the face of the oldest soldier, the heart of the nation among the ranks. Hot and wet and salty and diverting the thin film of blood across his face, it blurred his vision worse than the rain. The betrayal hurt like a metal brand pressed to skin but the consequences stabbed harder. The smiling face of the child turned hard and hateful; the high-pitched laugh now a deep shout; the carefree blue eyes now dedicated sapphires. Stabbed through the heart. Of course he regretted it, the emerald-eyed man, and of course he agreed with his leaders. But at some point came a time when givi
Teardrops - Itacest FluffFeliciano had always been used to crying. Ever since he was little, he'd cry whenever he was afraid, or lonely, or scared, or even just because he was happy. Crying was a part of his Italian personality. His older brother Lovino wept just as much as the younger Italian, but the elder's tears were only shed for important reasons. Lovino saved his weeping for when he saw his own brother in pain. Because, no matter how much the stubborn Italian protested, Lovino loved his little brother."Feliciano, stop crying, you big baby.""Ve~. B-But, Fratello's crying, too
""Idiot. I'm the big brother; I'm supposed to cry... Y'know
so you don't have to."Back when the two brothers were preadolescent, they were separated and watched over by different caretakers. Lovino lived with a cheerful Spaniard by the name of Antonio, while his younger brother Feliciano was practically enslaved by a stuck-up aristocrat named Roderich.Lovino had once found his younger brother sobbing in a corn
Itacest~ I'll Protect You FratelloOn the playground the children surrounded one particular Italian child that they found to be rather irritating. They laughed at him when he curled into a fetal position and cried for help."Fratello, help me!""Would you shut up!" One of the kids began to be irritated and started to kick him in the side. Suddenly he felt another child grab him them from behind and knock them down.Another Italian child that looked much like the one lying on the ground had knocked the child down. He shielded the crying one with his body."Leave mi Fratello alone!" he cried out.The whimpering boy under him said with a shaky voice, "G-grazie Lovi.""I'll always be there to protect you Feli."- - - - - - - years later~ - - - - - -"Fratello!" Feliciano hugged Lovino tightly. "Ve~ I'm so happy that you're staying with me for the weekend!""Yeah, yeah, it's only for the weekend."Lovino hugged his brother right back with just as much passion. They let go of each other and walked into Feliciano's