SunaoKonoe

Marukaite chikyuu Marukaite chikyuu Marukaite chikyuu Boku Hetalia~ Marukaite chikyuu Jitto mite chikyuu Hyotto shite chikyuu Boku Hetalia~ You happily hummed the famous song of Hetalia - Marukaite chikyuu. With your eyes closed, you grinned widely as sunbathed in the beach of Šventoji*. Today was officially the fifth day of your staying in this little city of Lithuania. The most days were spent quite lonely, because of the lack of sun, but today was totally an exception. The sun was beaming warmly as the waves of sea crashed loudly, people squeaking happily, jumping and diving into them. You were staying with your mother and aunt

I will tell you how I met Arthur. I planned to do some paperworks at overseas, because I thought I would be happier if I couldn't see my stupid boss' irritating face. I decided to take a break from the tedium of my work, stepping out on to the soft sand of the pristine beach. The air was crisp and cool, the wind blowing teasing fingers and fluffing up my hair. The sea was still and calm, the only thing ruining the view was the dark blot of a large ship on the horizon… heading this way. When the ship got close enough to be out of the suns glare, I saw it was a beautifully designed and made galleon, I really want to ride that ship,feel th

It all started when you were still a new country. The country of [C/n]. Lukas had found you hitting your head repeatedly on a tree. You looked no more than a four year old with [h/c] hair tied in low pigtails. He got curious as to why a small child would be banging her head against a tree that hadn't done anything to her. As he neared the spot of which you stood, he felt an odd sensation. It felt as if he were with another country. Where you, perhaps, another country? If that was the case, why were you banging your head on a tree? And if he was really sure that you were a new country, would you call him big brother as well? What do I mean b

“I put on a show, now I make it You say I'm a kid, my ego is big I don't give a shit And it goes like this Take me by the tongue and I'll know you Kiss me 'til you're drunk and I'll show you” – Moves like Jagger, Maroon 5 Maybe he was a masochist. He knocked on the wooden door. Allistor remembered the last hour he had spent with the owner of the house in question. “So that’s what you call running? My grandfather would do better than you.” They had been training for the last few hours, since Alfred's newest idea to beat the Axis was to do the exact same training they had. Sometimes, the Scotsman wante

There are seven kings against which a queen has to fight England's pov I took a deep breath. What was going to happen has not happened for years. It had been seven years after the war of west’borders.12 years after the war for the islands of the south. 15 years ago the kingdoms of the north fought for their independence supported by the  Germanic Kindom .24 years ago there were the  peace agreements between the Reino de Espana and the Empire Français  , but  only after two decades of war . 24 years ago I wasn’t born yet ... but the scars of these wars were  inflicted on my skin the day the crown was placed on my head . t

America x Reader x Country Intro This is a story that goes along with my recent fanfiction, America x Reader: Angst.                                                                   /*~*~*~*~*/ (Reader's POV) You were currently driving to the _(preferred way to travel)_, whilst ignoring the buzzing of your phone, each buzz indicating a new text message. For the past two weeks, it's always been the same routine;  particularly when it came to Al-...to him. Those calls he makes for you, left on the answering machine, or the many texts he sent you, nonstop. You ignored them all…ignored him. Especially him...what he said to you that day

Alistair Kirkland, let out a huge breath of smoke, as he peered down over the couch arm to see his friend (your name) flipping open a laptop screen. “What are ye doin'?” he asked, his thick accent made her want to swoon. “I want to ask you some questions.” she answered, hoping her friend would agree instead of finding a bypass to avoid it. “Fine then.” he grumbled. “But be quick.” By then, (your name) was already on the apparent 'site' and began to scroll down the page. “Is is true that Scottish are all gingers?” Alistair looked to the top of his head to see a little glimps

Chapter Eight - Pain of the Country. Your lessons were fine with those new students, just it was difficult to concentrate sometimes, when they would get really aggressive, or disturb the lessons, to annoy the teachers. Not to say, that it also annoyed you. You even had some lessons with that girl, that you recognized from your dream... her name was [2P/Y/N]. It creeped you secretly out, how the new students looked so similar to the students from here... It was like you look at the mirror and see yourself, but in the opposite way... with different hair and eye color. What creeped you out more was, that whenever you had a lesson with [2P/Y/

You’ve always been viewed as responsible…because you weren’t as much a dumkopf as your fathers but you could definitely be a wild one. You just needed to be provoked. You were the bad touch baby of course! . . . DATE NIGHT & INTERUPTIONS You smiled to yourself as your father’s arrived to take care of Marcos for the night. “MOM! I don’t want to be with those idiots! Last time they babysat me I had to tuck THEM in!” your son whined as you ruffled his hair. “They need you to be their hero, kiddo!” you smiled. “OH MY GOD! You’re right! Don’t worry idiots your hero is coming

“Who will love you? Who will fight? And who will fall far behind? C’mon skinny love!” – Skinny Love, Birdy None of them spoke much at first. Gilbert simply stood there, waiting for her, something that he always did, if he stopped to consider it for a moment. The smell of her perfume, something he had spent hours to no end trying to expel from his lungs and imagination, spiraled down his nostrils and throat, haunting his perception and memories on its way down. The man closed his hands into fists, his nails digging into his flesh their path back to reality. But wrath never took too much time to boil, nor any of them