MikuHatsune1342

You frowned. It was weird. Too weird. Gilbert wasn’t acting like himself, saying how he was awesome and all. You know, the usual, but that’s not the point. You didn’t like it one bit. Gilbert had been ignoring you recently, scurrying off whenever you were in the area. The albino was always doing the opposite, running over to you and hugging you randomly. You even remembered the time when Gilbert surprised you by his hugs and made you drop your lunch box, messing up the contents insides. Those said hugs were no more. You missed it. You missed your best friend kicking your front door open and yelling out, ‘Zhe awesome m

Wow… Italy seemed like such a cool place.  Spacious canals, a lot of lovely tourist spots, and the architecture was quite astonishing all in itself.  The townspeople were kind and some of men you found, were quite flirtatious, especially with you (because you were new or if they thought you were really beautiful, you weren’t sure).  What you found the most captivating, however, was the food.  They had their pastas and their pizzas, yes, but their culinary arts branched out far beyond those examples.  Polenta served with Sopressa and mushrooms, tiramisu, cotoletta alla milanese, and one newly Americanized product - Nutella!  You wa

In honour of    ~DeathTheWriter (https://www.deviantart.com/deaththewriter) Have you ever teetered on the edge of despair? When you just want to give in; give up? Finally allow their hateful words to get to you? Push you to do the unthinkable? It hurts, doesn’t it? Not many think about what their words actually do. Those people who group together, stay together for protection and security. They feel safe in their cliques, at home when they cut others with their harmful tongues. They don’t ever stop and wonder what happens when they say, “Kill yourself.” They never suspect one might actually take those words to heart. The words they speak, th

WARNING: This is a little disturbing. Read at your own risk! THEME #123: TOYS You have a lovely new doll. You added him to your wonderful dollhouse one night…. ….the same night the youngest grandchild of Rome was found murdered in his kitchen, missing his honey-coloured eyes as well as his right hand’s pointer finger. The cook fled from the kitchen, a horrified look on his face. “SIR!” he screamed for the master of the mansion. “ROME!” He looked as though he were about to be sick. But who wouldn’t be nauseous? He had just seen the mutilated body of the master’s grandson, sprawled limp

                     You tried not to look, but you just couldn't help yourself. Your eyes swiveled to Lovino Vargas and his soon-to-be-fiancee across the room of the coffee shop. He was absent-mindedly stirring his coffee, those amber eyes of his locked onto the beautiful woman sitting next to him. However, she had other things in mind completely. Stephani was admiring the elegant platinum bracelet he had bought her when he returned home from yet another business trip. Shame welled up inside you as your eyes tore away from the couple. You really hoped Lovi wouldn't see you. The man knew you worked here, but still. He was your best friend aft

WARNING: swearing! „No, drop it! Piantala! (Knock it off!) What the fuck are you doing, deficiente? You're doing it all wrong! And that's way too fucking much, dammit! Give that to me!“ The brown-haired and amber-eyed boy yanked the Parmesan grater from your hands. His face was as red as yours from anger – but you could hide your anger better. „You have to do it like this! See? Not the shit you did, giuggiolona! And not so much! You don't want to smother the guests with Parmesan cheese, do you? Now try it again!“ He shoved the grater back in your hands after showing you how to properly grate the Parmesan cheese

This is 2p!Hetalia. Do I really have to warn you? Italy's got a knife, so watch out!~ -------- The thin blade of the knife was pressed against your neck. Red, crimson red eyes burned with love and anger. “Senza di te la vita non ha più senso.” He saw your confusion and put his words into English. “Without you, life has no meaning.” “Then let’s not kill me?” You squeaked out nervously. He had you cornered against an alley wall with no way to escape. Luciano had a small smile forming. “But Bella, someday others would want to take you away from me. I know it. So before that day comes, IR

You leapt and let out a small yelp as another round of thunder began. Your mother, Belarus, sat on the edge of your bed, whispering that it was only a storm, that there was nothing to be afraid of. But you couldn't help to be terrified of the howling wind, rolling thunder, and the occasional bolt of lightning that lit up the dark room. "Mama…" you sobbed. "Shhhh… дзіця1, it's only a storm… everything will be fi-" Belarus was cut off by a loud roar of thunder. The wind blew harder, and something smacked against the window, causing you both to jump. You let out a strangled sob of terror and clutched tightly to t

The ambulance pulled up in front of [f/n] [l/n]’s house. Again. The siren blared, the lights flashed and she was wheeled out, strapped securely to a gurney. Lovino Vargas sighed unhappily. The [h/c] haired girl had been in and out of the hospital multiple times that year, each time having Lovino as her nurse. She smiled weakly when she saw him. His heart twisted painfully at how pale and tired she looked. “Hey Lovi…” “Ciao [f/n].” He and the other attendants helped her into the ambulance and began to drive away. “Hey, Lovi…?” “Si, what is it?” “I know this is k