The life story of APH BritanniaSometime before 700 BC, the Hallstatt culture met the Beaker culture. By 600 BC they had a daughter, Iberia. They soon had another daughter Gaul, and around 550 BC they had another. They called her Albion but she would be better known as Britannia. They also had two sons called Caledonia, who would later call himself Pictavia, and Ierne, later called Hibernia. Within the next hundred years Hallstatt and Beaker faded away. Around the time of Hallstatt’s death, La Tène appeared. La Tène was Hallstatt’s younger sister. She had no children herself but she did visit Hallstatt’s children and taught them many things, including art. Albion had a happy childhood, playing with her big sister Gaul. She did lots of trade and met many new people. When Gaul was invaded by Rome, Albion rushed to help. Rome considered Albion nothing more than a source of tin and did not expect her and her warriors. Despite Albion’s efforts Gaul was overpowered and conquered by Rome. AThe life story of APH Britannia by no-art-skills
Parisian FriendI strolled leisurely down the sidewalk, taking a deep breath of the calming gust of wind that swept down the Parisian street, taking the Autumn leaves with it into the clear sky. After being stuck in a small, dark office for ten hours straight I was glad to finally relax for the rest of the night. I’d truly made no plans for the day, and the only thing I was focused on at the moment was getting something to eat. I was usually too caught up in work to go out for dinner, so I decided to treat myself to something nice for the hard work I’d gotten done today.Parisian Friend by kiari100
After walking for a few more moments as I tried to decide where to eat, a beautiful restaurant with a stunning outdoor patio came into my view. It immediately struck me as one of the finer-looking restaurants that I had seen on my walk, so I strode through the doors without a second’s hesitation.
Seeing as it was just after an hour before their closing time, they seated me immediately inside the impressive main
Practice Match (Belgium vs. Hungary MMA Fight)Practice Match (Belgium vs. Hungary MMA Fight) by solarkittygirl
Elizabeta and Laura changed out of their school uniforms in the locker room and remained in only sports bras and shorts. "Do you think we'll be picked to fight each other in practice this time, Liz?" Laura said as she taped her hands in preparation for practice.
"Who knows?" Elizabeta said as she finished taping her hands and adjusting her gloves. "It's always random. At least it's just practice." She took her chest protector out of her gym bag and started putting it on over her chest.
"Still, nothing wrong with a little friendly competition, right?" Laura shot her friend a grin as she finished preparing as well. "And if we are picked to practice together today, no holding back from either one of us?"
Elizabeta grinned back and nodded. "Of course. I wouldn't expect less from you."
"Good." Laura and Elizabeta finished changing into their uniforms and heard the coach blowing her whistle, signaling that that everyone needed to hurry and finish changing so they could start practice. Laura
A Hetalia Documentary (narrator: morgan freeman)*Here we see a meeting place, with a man serving alcoholic drinks in a corner and several groups of females scattered through the meeting place. Our first creature, A Blonde haired, prissy Frenchman enters the meeting place, approaching the man serving alcohol and sending a mating call (*France laughs honhonhon*) through the room, attracting a pair of females. He charms them with his sexy hair and beard, with the intentions of dragging them back to his hive, and *beep*ing them. Next to him is a drunk Englishman, who holds a tray of burnt scones out for anyone to try. It uses it's thick eyebrows to attract it's mates, and ultimately fails due to the Frenchman. (England: Wanker.) In a corner is a pair of Italians, one of which is rejecting the mating advances of the Spaniard next to him, and the other is mass producing white flags to the tune of the two Germans (Prussia: Prussian! You unawesome freak!) singing 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall. The Englishman is now trying to strip, while bA Hetalia Documentary (narrator: morgan freeman) by starkiller11240
Canada x Geek! Reader: Video Game KissesRequested By: :iconAnna-Is-Not-On-Fire:Canada x Geek! Reader: Video Game Kisses by SeerOfDeath
Finally, today was the day. Matthieu was coming over to your house. You sat waiting in anticipation, when finally, you heard a knock on the door. You ran over. "Salut Matthieu!" He blushed noticing you used his native tongue.
You grabbed his arm and pulled him to the couch. "Let's play Mario Kart!" You piped. Matthieu let out a slight chuckle, "Okay." He smiled.
You booted up the game and let it load. "Okay! I'll be Koopa!" You cheered. Matthieu picked his character and you chose a course. "Rainbow Road." You spoke as you selected it.
"This one's too hard." Matthieu said in a defeated voice. "Aw, is this too hard for little Mattie." You mocked. "No!" Matthieu blushed.
You leaned up against him and you noticed his body go tense. "You okay Matthieu?" You asked. "Y-yeah." Matthieu replied.
You snaked your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He didn't move to much at first but he melted into it. You pulled away, needy for air. "I'v
apocalypse | hetalia 002Warning : Slight cursingapocalypse | hetalia 002 by eternal-cold
Pairings : reader x various
I open my eyes slowly, noticing I was in a room. Realizing that my foot were wrapped by bandages, but my clothes are still the same, a hospital gown. I sit up almost immediately and was walking towards the door, not before grabbing a needle on the bedside table, the door opened. I jerked backwards, needles facing the intruder. It was Germany, he raised his hand defensively, not wanting to get stabbed. “Do you notice something odd from my appearance?" I asked him, trying to break the silence while retreating my hands from the needle. “Nein? I was only checking on you in case you were awake, and here I am almost stabbed by a needle.” He said, causing me to chuckle lightly and in relieve. “May I ask why was you asking me a
Prussia x Geek!Reader - Divine InvterventionYou woke up to a phone being waved in front of your face by a large, calloused hand.Prussia x Geek!Reader - Divine Invtervention by 05Mathias06
"You must think you're crazy, huh? Jumping out of aeroplanes? Flying..." He paused, pulling the phone out of the bamboo cage you were trapped inside. "...Like birds. That is crazy. I like this phone. This is a nice fucking phone," he stood up straight, holding the phone in both hands. "So. What do we have here?"
You watched him move along the bamboo cage, each trunk tied together securely.
"Grant," he said and you slowly looked to the other end of the cage where your older brother, Grant, sat with his wrists tied to the cage and his mouth covered by cloth. "And Jason," the villain outside the cage looked at you.
"From California. Huh?" He chuckled. "Well I hope you Mama and Papa really, really love you. Because you two white boys, you look very expensive." You looked Grant's way. "And that's good because I like...expensive things."
Grant started muffling something from under the cloth on his mouth a
China x Child!Reader x Japan: The Fridge? (redone)China x Child!Reader x Japan: The Fridge? (redone) by Littlesunflower17
Little three year old ________ was bored one afternoon. Nobody would play with you! Your father, Yao, was occupied doing paperwork. Meanwhile your uncle, Kiku, was "wasn't available" due to watching anime. You sat on the floor and pet his dog, Pochi. All of a sudden, you got a great idea. You dashed over to the kitchen and stared up at the refrigerator. This will keep you busy.
Somehow... you had successfully reached your destined spot- the very top of the refrigerator. You sat up there, just looking around, looking up, looking down. Then your gaze stuck to the ground. Uh-oh. How were you going to get down? Feeling completely helpless, your eyes began to water.
"... B-baba!" Your high-pitched voice cried for your father in despair. Tears streamed down your face by now. Whimpers made your frustration of not being able to get down obvious. "Baba! Baba!"
Yao heard your calls... from the kitchen?! He was confused as to why you would even be in there. He stormed in anyway, t
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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
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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