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Hi, I’m back, and still kind of (mostly) weeb trash. I needed to write something, I know this is garbage, but I figured someone might enjoy my old trash. ~     On his way home from work one day Al saw a car swerving around on the road, and turned on the siren in his police cruiser to pull them over. The car slowly pulled off to the shoulder of the road, and he sauntered out with a sigh. This late at night he couldn’t intimidatingly pull off his sunglasses, so he just had to exude an air of confidence and let his attitude do the talking.     Shining his light inside the car, a little blonde chick shaded her eyes from the harsh

Hi, I’m back, and still kind of (mostly) weeb trash. I needed to write something, I know this is garbage, but I figured someone might enjoy my old trash. ~     On his way home from work one day Al saw a car swerving around on the road, and turned on the siren in his police cruiser to pull them over. The car slowly pulled off to the shoulder of the road, and he sauntered out with a sigh. This late at night he couldn’t intimidatingly pull off his sunglasses, so he just had to exude an air of confidence and let his attitude do the talking.     Shining his light inside the car, a little blonde chick shaded her eyes from the harsh

You were just sitting at home alone. Sure, it was your birthday, but that didn’t mean that you had to do anything about it. You were just going to sit around all day, watch some tv, maybe listen to loud music with a new speaker you had gotten, and maybe even derp around deviantART. Of course you had to keep your friends at bay, they had all wanted to throw you a party. But you weren’t really feeling it. Birthday parties were for little kids, or rich kids with shit loads of money (which, granted, Alfred was, but you still didn’t want a wild party). You flopped back onto the couch and started to flip aimlessly through the ch

WARNING: This is yuri: girlxgirl. Don’t like; don’t read. Mild language here and there, but nothing too bad. ~ Monica was a stick in the mud. Well, most of the time. She was a hard ass, and only really had three friends. Feliciana, Sakura, and you. Sure, Feliciana and Sakura were good friends, great friends really, but you were different. Your hugs, meant to be harmless, made her blush and try to get away. Of course, you just assumed she had picked some bad habits up from Sakura, and tried not to show the pain that caused you. But you could also see her rare smiles. Smiles, unbeknownst to you, that you were behind. You could d

"Mattie!" Alfred yelled out, calling the other soft spoken boy into the playroom. Matthew walked over to his brother who had his head buried deep within a chest of their fathers. "Why are you looking at Dad's old clothes?" Mattie asked Alfred. "Never mind that, would you look at some of this?" Alfred exclaimed, pulling out an old plaid detective hat and placing it on his head. "I'm going to be Sherlock Holmes, and you can be Watson!" he said, pulling out a bowler hat and sticking it on Matthew's head. Arthur had stopped once he heard the conversation, and was about to tell them not to mess with his things, when he heard them talking about

Matthew was so sweet. You really loved the poor fellow to death, but he was way too oblivious. Lost in a realm of books and fiction, he was unreachable to you on that level. And you were too shy to drag him back out. But you were still trying. Kind of. You accompanied him to the library after school. You pretty much jumped at any opportunity to hang out with him, and hoped it didn’t bother him. So there you were, rubbing your bare arms to use friction to warm yourself. Matthew observed this, “Are you cold, _____?” “I’m fine, Mattie.” you said with a smile, knowing he was the type to worry. Still, he to

That was him alright. It was Kiku standing on the train tracks, waiting with a smile on his face. Your (e/c) eyes widened in fear. You knew the transition from Japan to (wherever...) was difficult for him, and he had been bullied because of his accent. In reality, you were his only friend, but this... This was just crazy. And you were too late. Just a few seconds too late. The beautiful beacon that would take him home, the shining sunrise on the horizon, shone before him and illuminated his grin for you. It was so weird to see him grinning that manic smile. He wouldn't meet your eyes. All you wanted was for him to rush off the tracks, come t

WARNING: Swearing. In English, and what I hope (from Google Translate) is Italian. (If someone familiar at all with the profanity of the language wanted to confirm that for me I’d be forever grateful, because I trust Google Translate with that task as much as I would trust a drunk Prussia to hold my newborn child.) Anyway, it’s Romano, so if you don’t like swears, GTFO. Now. See? I swear, Reader-chan swears, Romano swears, we all swear. It’s healthy. ~ “Why can’t I meet your brother, Lovino?” you asked the grumpy man, slinging an arm around his shoulders as he sat on the couch. He blushed a little,

This tale of woe contains violence and blood, as well as some light swearing, my little guest... "Oh, honey!" your peals of laughter broke through the storm, at its climax thunder roared and lightning was all that illuminated your battle, and you leaned in close to whisper in his ear. He was right where you wanted him... and X marks the spot. "I'm already as damned as they come." you said flirtatiously, thrusting your black sword through his abdomen. He grew limp, and his wings stopped working, making one more half hearted go as he slid off your trusty weapon and onto the ground. ~ Licking the blade, you relished in the sweet taste of prec

“No,” you said with a small smile on your face that the blond could tell was fake, “I hate goodbyes. They’re pointless, when I’m going to see you again soon. Only if I was actually never going to see you would I say something like that.” Alfred stared at you, confused for a moment, then said with a toothy grin, “Until we meet again, then, _____!” “Yeah, I’ll see you!” you said, a wider, truer smile gracing your face and making Alfred swell with happiness. ~ You hated goodbyes. There was no point to them, and you always made a point of saying so. Alfred loved watching your f

Bored out of your mind in double bio, you had a terrible substitute. The type that won’t let you leave the classroom, and will actually take your phone or iPod or the occasional fancy calculator away and won’t give it back. She wouldn’t even let you leave the classroom to get more homework, and you had finished the dinky little busy work in the first ten minutes of class. Most of the kids were talking quietly, which surprisingly the sub didn’t seem to care about, but you were in the class with no friends. So you were stuck in here for the next hour and a half or so, and you had actually started to read the textbook. F

You and Antonio were friends. Just friends. You had to nail that down in your head before you got any stupid ideas and ended up getting hurt. So you just rang his doorbell, mentally preparing for the next few moments. The door would open, and you would be blindsided by those stunning green eyes, perfectly framed by his brown hair. Then he would turn, and you would have to resist... looking down. But you were ready for this. You would only be friends with him. You knew the people he hung out with, completing the infamous "bad touch trio", and you knew how he probably treated girls. Of course you were different, you had gotten sidetracked by h

"Italy?" you called, seeing the bubbly Italian always made you happy, and you could use a little something to brighten up your day. He turned to you, his normally closed eyes open and tearing up. "Italy! What's wrong?" you asked putting a hand on his shoulder, suddenly worried about your friend. Although he looked like he was about to speak, all that he could manage was a slight whimper and the escape of a few tears. Quickly you hugged him, "It's okay, Italy. Want to come to my house and have pasta? Pasta always makes you feel better, right?" He nodded, a small smile back on his lips, "S-Si." So you led him to your house, with an arm around

Hi, I’m back, and still kind of (mostly) weeb trash. I needed to write something, I know this is garbage, but I figured someone might enjoy my old trash. ~     On his way home from work one day Al saw a car swerving around on the road, and turned on the siren in his police cruiser to pull them over. The car slowly pulled off to the shoulder of the road, and he sauntered out with a sigh. This late at night he couldn’t intimidatingly pull off his sunglasses, so he just had to exude an air of confidence and let his attitude do the talking.     Shining his light inside the car, a little blonde chick shaded her eyes from the harsh

~Foreword~ Has anyone ever read a 2p!England kidnapping fic and thought, “I wouldn’t be scared, I would love this!”? Because that’s how I always feel when reading them... So, this is for all you crazy Ollie fans. Including me. As I am one of them... ~ “Let’s play a game, love.” he said, whispering in your ear and trailing a finger along your shoulders lovingly. You turned, mind still fuzzy. His swirling pink and blue eyes startled you, but all it really seemed to do was snap you into focus. “I’m a fan of games.” you said with a little smile. He seemed a bit taken aback, yet stil

~Foreword~ Has anyone ever read a 2p!England kidnapping fic and thought, “I wouldn’t be scared, I would love this!”? Because that’s how I always feel when reading them... So, this is for all you crazy Ollie fans. Including me. As I am one of them... ~ “Let’s play a game, love.” he said, whispering in your ear and trailing a finger along your shoulders lovingly. You turned, mind still fuzzy. His swirling pink and blue eyes startled you, but all it really seemed to do was snap you into focus. “I’m a fan of games.” you said with a little smile. He seemed a bit taken aback, yet stil

"Mattie!" Alfred yelled out, calling the other soft spoken boy into the playroom. Matthew walked over to his brother who had his head buried deep within a chest of their fathers. "Why are you looking at Dad's old clothes?" Mattie asked Alfred. "Never mind that, would you look at some of this?" Alfred exclaimed, pulling out an old plaid detective hat and placing it on his head. "I'm going to be Sherlock Holmes, and you can be Watson!" he said, pulling out a bowler hat and sticking it on Matthew's head. Arthur had stopped once he heard the conversation, and was about to tell them not to mess with his things, when he heard them talking about