Steam Turns The Wheels: Switzerland+Liechtenstein Sometimes she wondered; Lilly wondered why, of all the things in that world she had been blessed with- her hair that billowed back like waves of amber wheat in the former style of unruly braids or transformed into gorgeous, straight locks that hung back from her body like an ocean that gleamed with its salty water, or even her home that was a cottage built out of brotherly share with rough hands and the care of a brave, perserverant soul, but why had she been blessed with someone so kind a brother as him?Steam Turns The Wheels: Switzerland+Liechtenstein by REFREAK111
It was pure luck, sheer trepidation from the spur of the moment, she was certain, but it kept the poor dear up at night. Being a measly twelve-years old, she was victim to fright and worry like a mouse at a cat's paw, and she spent countless nights by her window. The window glazed with rustic bronze and cogs as it opened on smooth, gilded hinges. It was antique, beautiful to run her petite fingers across as he mind wondered and pondered what had driven h
FirefliesThe rate the fireflies now proliferated, machinery was nearly impossible to maintain. Alfred F. Jones learned this the hard way, sitting among the wrenches and rivets in his garage as he stared at the empty husk of his old plane. The parasitic little viruses had eaten away at any attempts of repair; it only took a few missing gears to render even the largest machine useless.Fireflies by De-Anon
One hand still clutching his goggles, Alfred organized the parts he did have, sealing them away in large glass jars.
The crunch of boots on gravel wore away at the silence of an evening barely disturbed by the rustle of wind in the trees. Alfred lifted his head.
Arthur Kirkland, long time friend and ex-mechanic strode in, his cloak wrapped tightly about his shoulders until he swung the door shut behind him. “There’s a sandstorm brewing, I think,” he murmured.
Alfred shook his head, “The winds aren’t quite strong enough. It’ll blow out before i
WeaknessIn honour of Luciano VargasWeakness by Chrixty
The world is nothing but a big fusion of chaos and destruction. It cannot be tamed, and therefore it needs to be controlled. It needs a leader. A leader who can erase all the things that don’t belong in it. Pointless things. Things that only makes the mind weak. There are so much weakness already. So much. I’m sick of it. Weakness do nothing for you. The only things it gives you are defeat and a reason for people to look down on you. The contemptuous snorts and the patronizing gazes. Don’t look at me like that. I’m not like that. I’m better than that. Just wait and see. My empire will raise, and everyone who tries to fight again it will pay the price. Death. The blood will flow and the bombs will sing. Sing the sweet lullaby about my victory. My dominance. They won’t even have a chance to blink before my knife has put them into a never-ending sleep. Blood. Blood everywhere. They will see what I can do. The
hetalia amor verdaderoHoy estoy en una conferencia mundial , la pregunta es ¿porqué narices estoy en una conferencia mundial? Pues muy fácil , resulta que el idiota de Antonio tenía unos asuntos pendientes de no se que , en serio ¿porqué no se lo pidió al madrileño? Dios tengo que ir justamente yo de todos , lo odio en serio ,de todos los que hay tengo que ir yo estando como a unos 3000 km de la península .Pero al menos hay algo positivo después de todo , me tocó a mi derecha a mi querido y adorado hermano mayor saharui , Abderramán y para mi desgracia a mi izquierda estaba ese detestable marroquíe , Mohamed , dios como lo odio , es un maldito acosador aunque últimamente me empezaba a agradar. Lo bueno es que en frente mia estaba ese islandés que está que te cagas de lo bueno que está , lo malo es que al lado suyo estaba esa puta zorra de mierda de Joceline , la muy zorra no tardó nada en empezahetalia amor verdadero by xikita98
2p!Italy, Fem!Italy (Fem!Germany) - TrustFelicia screamed shortly as she jumped away from the door, and fixing her gaze on the sharp object which flew only centimeters away from her head before it stopped in the hard wood of her front door, she backed away slowly, unable to hold her whimpers back even with her hands pressed hard against her mouth and nose. She felt her knees turning into jelly in the moment she realized that what nearly grazed her cheek was no other than Luciano's most favourite knife. He aimed well, as always. The blade wasn't supposed to hurt, only scare her to get her attention, to let her know she wasn't alone in her house in the second she entered and turned the lights on. The knife penetrated the wood deeply, reflecting the force used to throw it. He must be angry, she thought, but didn't understand why, and why he'd do this to her at all. She had done nothing at all that could have possibly pissed him off.2p!Italy, Fem!Italy (Fem!Germany) - Trust by leakittychan
She slowly removed her hands from her face, but kept them in front of her chest, as if she
Arrogant!America and ReaderArrogant!America and Reader by Cinderpeach
The art belong to the awesome FourTwoFive
“Class, we have a new student today.” said the teacher “You must treat her with respect.”, and then a girl with (H/L) (H/C) hair and (E /C) eyes, walked into the room.
“Hi” she said “I’m (First name) (last name), nice to meet you” she said in a sweet voice.
“Good Introduction, miss (last name)” said the teacher “You can sit 3rd seat in the 2nd row.”
The class went on, and (name) was having a pretty good day unlit….
It was homeroom (or study hall call it what you want)
(name) was reading her favorite book, (fave book) and, someone put their hand over page she was reading. She looked up and saw a blonde hair boy with blue eyes staring at her with a smug expression on his face.
“Hi babe!” he said with a wink
~Hetalia X Reader~ Intro~Hetalia X Reader~ Intro by animaniac102
Hetalia X Reader intro
Your walking through a city in Germany, "where am I?" You look around to figure out where you were. You always wanted to visit Germany when you were younger. You flew over there and took a taxi to drop you off at your hotel. But, that jerk dropped you off in the middle of nowhere and now your lost. "Everyone that I asked didn't speak english. Is this karma for me?" You stopped walking and looked at your map. "Now, where am I..." You look up to see a guy staring at you. "What the hell do you want?"
"You're so bellino... Ragazza, do you want to take a ride in my moped? I don't have it with me but-"
"Thank you! You speak english! Do you know where I am?"
He smiles at you, "in Germany of course!" You sigh and start walking again. "Wait! What's your name? My name is Feliciano Vargas, but you can call me Italy."
"My name? My names is (f/n) (L/n)."
He smiles, "nice to meet you _____! Why don't you come inside and I'll
Sad!Canada x Reader- At Least You Came~Sad!Canada x Reader- At Least You Came~ by Anastalia
Canada's ears perked up at the noise. Sure, he was expecting guests for his birthday party, but still the sound was foreign to his ears.
"Come in!" He chirped out. When the door opened, he had expected to see all of the people he invited standing there. He wondered if America and England came as well..
Yet, when the door opened ___ stood there holding a box in her hands. It was a red box tied neatly with a white silk bow.
"My gosh, I'm so sorry!" ___ blurted out, "Wow,, an hour late is just unacceptable, I know! I just live a long ways and..."
___ continued to apologize, with her voice laced with concern and sorrow, but Canada didn't mind. No one had come to his party, he was glad that at least one person showed up. He internally smiled at the fact that he was not entirely forgotten and ignored.
"...and there were so many car accidents that most of the roads were congested! An-"
"It's ok, ___," Canada interrupted, hoping that ___ wouldn't get offended. "At least som
Canada x Reader~ Gold!Canada x Reader~ Gold! by IggyAndScones
An anxious sigh left (y/n)'s lips.
Today’s the day, she thought nervously, rubbing her eyes and checking her alarm clock. It read 6:00 AM. Perfect. She would have enough time for a morning jog and a bit of practice before the game.
The gold medal game, to be precise.
It was America vs Canada, like always. (Y/n)'s country had a great reputation with all things hockey, but even she had to admit that the Americans were getting better every year.
Nervousness was the only emotion in the girl’s mind as she quickly showered, humming a tune under her breath. Afterwards, she slipped into some leggings and a running jacket.
The bitter cool of Sochi blew into her face when (y/n) walked outside, causing a shiver to run down her spine, and she secretly thanked her lucky stars to be used to the cold, unlike some of the unfortunate Mexicans that were shivering uncontrollably that morning.
Taking a deep breath, the girl plucked in her earbuds, and began jogging.
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