Yankee Bayonet [APH CSA,USA,Texas]The first letter arrived by way of a messenger riding a proud chestnut palfrey, his uniform dirtied from the road. The Confederacy had been awaiting this letter with some urgency.Yankee Bayonet [APH CSA,USA,Texas] by sailorgreywolf
As soon as the parchment was firmly in her hand, she turned toward the manor house, wanting only to get inside to read the words. Her own fate now hung in the balance. She sat on the porch and broke the seal of the letter.
My dearest Annabelle,
I know not how to best convey the news to you, so I will state it plainly so that you may come to terms with it. Lincoln has rejected all our negotiations for peace, and we have no choice but to move forward. Alfred refused to even talk to me, claiming that I was now nothing more than a rebel in his eyes. It frightens me to hear my brother’s words echoed again in a different voice.
He has made his stance clear and now war must follow. I do not know how you will take this news, and I fervently wish I could be with yo
Seventeen Days (APH Carthage, OC, APH Rome)Dying was an interesting feeling. It was not one Carthage would recommend.Seventeen Days (APH Carthage, OC, APH Rome) by eyesocketsandsuits
He watched on his knees, hands tied behind him, as the Romans flooded his city, dragging out his people. They were bashed and families were torn apart, and they were screaming.
Then again, he had been dying for years now. Rome had it in for him ever since the second war ended. After all, a nation wasn’t a nation without autonomy, was it? Rome had already taken him over.
Carthage was feeling very calm about the whole thing until the Romans pulled out the fire. Something about the flames made Carthage want to lash out and stop them.
And there he was. Rome stood, hands on his hips, watching as his soldiers dragged away people or slaughtered them. His back was strong, like Carthage’s had been fifty years ago, before the fines had drained him.
The first house was ignited, and Carthage screamed and tried to stagger upwards, only to be shoved down by a nearby soldier. Carthage snarled, wrenching
Hetalia: We Will Never Surrender Chapter 27I don't own Hetalia.Hetalia: We Will Never Surrender Chapter 27 by ilovecartoonsgirl
I groaned some more as I began to pick myself up from the floor. Ugh, what just happened? Why am I on the floor? The last thing I remember is warning everyone that Freland was on his…I gasped as I remembered the very intense feeling of something very precious and essential was roughly torn from me before I blacked out. Whatever that was, Freland did it…did he do it to any of the others?! But before I could do or think anything else, I heard a friendly voice.
"Germany!" cried Italy as he abruptly helped me sit up and hugged me very tightly. "Are you alright?" Italy, who was crying, then continued to sob even more into my shoulder. I quickly glanced at Italy and from what I could see, he had no injuries. While that did relieved me, I was still concerned by the way Italy was sobbing. What happened…for Italy to break down this much? Could it be that…
Hetalia: We Will Never Surrender Chapter 26I don't own Hetalia.Hetalia: We Will Never Surrender Chapter 26 by ilovecartoonsgirl
Several things happened at once. And all of them happened very quickly.
"Germany!" cried Italy with great fear.
"West! Behind you!" warned Prussia as he started to run towards his younger brother.
"Germany-san, watch out!" exclaimed Japan, his hand on his sword. I, on instinct, put my hand on my gun but before I could pull it out, Freland touched the top of Germany's head with the tip of a finger.
Germany, who was alarmed by his friends' and brother's warnings and was reaching for his whip, suddenly froze. His eyes went wide with fear and for a millisecond, he let out a sound that sounded like he couldn't breathe. Then Freland lifted his finger off of Germany's head.
Where there should have just been air between Freland's finger and Germany's hair, there was a wisp of light that was a mixture of the colors yellow and blue. Like smoke, it trailed
Hetalia Quarantine - ToxicBy askhetahazardengland.deviantart.comHetalia Quarantine - Toxic by AskHetaHazardEngland
Hetalia Quarantine – Toxic
“AAARRRGH! Everybody get out of the building! Quick!”
A few scientists rolled their eyes at the mad actions of their youngest colleague, Professor Alfred F. Jones. The man was fresh out of university and was prone to pulling false alarms – not through want to disrupt work, but because he believed that there was a genuine threat, when there wasn't – therefore he was rarely taken seriously.
Unfortunately, their superiors were competent enough to not take any risks when genetic experimentation was underway. That meant that every threat was a real one, even if later on it was considered false. Alfred was considered to be a complete nuisance by his co-workers and he was very close to being fired. Not out of incompetence, because the chipper blond was incredibly intelligent, but because the alert Alfred raised was true this time!
At first, nothing untoward happened in regards to Prof
Netherlands x Florist! ReaderNetherlands x Florist! Reader by harukajitulips
Netherlands x Florist! Reader: A Dozen Tulips for You
Theme #1: Flower Shop
"Ugh...it's so hot again..." You complained as you lay your head on the white wooden countertop. It is a hot summer afternoon and only a few customers called, saying that they are ordering flowers for next week.
You are a florist, when you were young, you used to work on a tulip farm in Holland with your family and grandmother, who, would supply tulips for florists. When you grew up, you decided to move into Amsterdam and build a flower shop. That is where you became friends with your faithful customer slash crush, Tim Morgens.
When you first opened your shop, your first customer was Tim, who is a gardening enthusiast, specifically planting tulips which were abundant. He would always buy seeds at your place, and sometimes a dozen of tulips. Because of his frequent visits, you grew familiar to his intimidating stare and yearn to have feelings for him, but you are too shy to admit it.
'I'll wear my (f/
Anatomy Lesson (2P!ChinaXChubby?Reader) Ch 1So I've been converted into 2P China trash by this person right here====> :iconxYourHero: <=====All their fault. But on a serious level if you aren't watching then WTH are you waiting for!? LOOK AT EVERYTHING! *whispers* especially the 2p headcanons, I stG.... That aside Updates for this are going to be sporadic as per usual but hey I found a way to combine at least four things I love so there you go. Remember feedback is a good thing! Til next updateAnatomy Lesson (2P!ChinaXChubby?Reader) Ch 1 by MangoTreeInNYC
The grounds of the University of the West Indies, Mona Campus were parched. The sun was particularly unforgiving that summer and the flat level plain the campus had been built upon only aggravated the situation. Despite the head, the row of flowering shrubs continued to bloom up the stretch of road that led up to the medical sciences faculty. The gargantuan concrete structure loomed high over the car park and seating area, creating huge shadows.
The first semester had just begun with an
Russia x Reader- Love From The Sea (Part 1)Russia x Reader- Love From The Sea (Part 1) by grellgirl16
In little town by the bright blue ocean is where your late fathers place in which you live alone. You are a collage student studying to become a marine biologist, you always believed in the natural world, no magic, no myths, nothing. But yet you had a friend who was opposite from you, wired right? Anyways you were sitting calming at home drinking some tea, still in your pj's and reading another on of your books to study for a test for school, when the ne
Germany x Reader: German HistoryIt was a Monday like any other. The wispy clouds of mid-September coiled around the large spires of Berlin’s thriving high rises and stone towers of the like. The air was thick with energy, tension and smog. You walked down Berlin’s busy streets with a cup of half decent coffee in hand – admiring the buildings you passed. Sipping the hot coffee, you checked your phone to see a multitude of texts scrolling across the screen in quick succession. A laugh threatened to escape your lips, but you bit it back – not wanting to spew the hot coffee, that was residing in your mouth, everywhere.Germany x Reader: German History by LITERAT-I
Lynden was at it again, you thought to yourself.
Your energetic best friend was watching the bookstore, which you two ran together, alone and evidently she was rather bored with the lack of patrons at this hour. Each text was more random than the next. Lynden might seem like a rather immature soul, but you trusted her very much with the running of the store and with just abou
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