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“Arthur, dude, you gotta see this, man!!” “Wait, is that-?!” “Friggin right it is!! Just watch!!” -- 5 years before-- Arthur Kirkland, one of the most popular guys in all of World Academy, as annoying as it was. He wasn't mean or snobby, he didn't bully people to get to his social status. He did just the opposite actually. He was incredibly sweet, unless your name was Alfred Jones or Francis Bonnefoy, and he wouldn't hurt a fly unless provoked. He mostly hung out with two people, named Alfred and (Name). While Alfred was rather loud and outgoing, (Name) was quite shy and didn't like big crowds or attentio

The (h/c)-haired girl walked down the street, headphones in her ears. She was on her way home from work, and good god had it been a terrible day. Things went wrong left and right, her colleague starting fights with her, her boss yelling at her for a few mistakes she had made. She took a breath, trying to calm down from it all. It had just rained in the city, causing the round city lights that lined the walk path to reflect off of the pavement in a beautiful yellow glow. Ripples broke the light as the light drizzle continued to come down onto the earth. She looked down at her shoes. We gotta lose it… The broad-shouldered, platinum blon

Arthur sighed, his best friend standing next to him in the threshold of the closet doorway. Him and his friend had decided to clean up his closet a bit, seeing as it was starting to get a tad bit over crowded. He hadn't cleaned it out since the day he had moved into this little apartment, not three days after he had graduated high school. Ahh his senior year, what a cruddy time that was. He was a stupid kid in stupid love with a girl who was originally from (hometown) and had transferred to a school in London. She was perfect to him, that is, until one day they had a sleepover. They had gotten into her dad’s beer and had drank way too m

WARNING: This may be a bit sensitive for some readers, and its also very very sad. My chest hurts… I can’t breathe… No, don't stop running. I won’t let it happen, not now… not ever I love you… Don’t you leave me… - Matthias Kohler sprinted down the cobblestone path as fast as he could, his lungs stinging with the pain of overexerting himself. He couldn't stop running. If he stopped running, he might not get to Lukas in time, and that was not something he could let happen. His brown boots smashing against the cobble and his heavy breathing were all you could hear over the loud shouts and an

(Name) sat in her Algebra I class, staring at the front of the room, but not paying the least bit attention to the teacher or what he was saying. All of her energy was on the boy sitting behind her with the sandy blonde hair, and purple oceans for eyes. To say she was lovesick for Tino Vainamoinen was an understatement. She was practically dead with love for him by now. She didn't feel anything else for him BUT love. It was overtaking her, she almost couldn't function. “(Name)! Are you even listening?” She snapped out of her trance to see the teacher and the rest of the class staring at her. She shook her head, snapping out of her

Little do you know How i'm breaking while you fall asleep Little do you know I'm still haunted by the memories Little do you know I'm trying to pick myself up piece by piece… Little do you know I need a little more time… ~~~ (Y/n) woke up with a sharp gasp, sitting straight up in her bed and looking around her dark room. Her breath came in uneven pants as she tried to slow her pounding heartbeat as best she could. Cold sweat coated her forehead, making her (h/c) locks stick to her skin. Her eyes darted to the window to see the moon up in the sky. It must have been at least midnight. She could almost still hear the screams in the

Daises and Pinky Promises (Part 1) “Wh-what do you mean, you're leaving?” I asked, petrified. My friend looked at me, sadness in his deep purple eyes. “I mean that I'm moving… very very far away… and I don't know if I'll be able to come back...” He said. I looked down at my shoes, trying to hide the tears. Mathew opened his arms, and I ran into them. He kissed the top of my head as he stroked the back of my head. I just emptied my tears into his chest, clutching him close to me for dear life. Mathew and I had been friends since we were very little. Our parents were great friends, so it forced us to hang o

Hetalia: America x Reader fic Hero _________ Thunder rumbled, shaking your entire house and causing you to stiffen. Stupid weather... you couldn't believe it. Why did it have to rain on Halloween night?! "So much for trick-or-treaters..." you sighed sadly, looking at the large bowl of candy on the table. Your mom and dad had left earlier for a Halloween party, so you told them that you would distribute the candy. You never cared for trick-or-treating anyway. You then looked at yourself in the mirror. You had even put on a costume for the kids. It was a witch costume that you had worn for a couple years now, but you didn't mind. You could

If there was one thing that was generally known in the nordic household, it was that Mathias was generally not expected to do anything mundane that needed to be done in a timely manner, whether it be important or no; Because more often than not, something 'more important 'or even 'more interesting' would come up, and the original job would be forgotten. This was why when something even as small as grocery shopping had to be done, Tino had to do it himself. Lukas and Emil were out, the younger of the duo having mentioned something about the Licorice store in the next town over; Tino and Berwald on the other hand also had an agenda of which th

"_________..." You looked up from your seat up at the man who said your name. Your _________ eyes widen in shock to see him after so many years apart from this man known as Alfred. After what happened years ago, you left Alfred and went on with your life, but you never thought about seeing him again until now. You could see Alfred still had his cowlick curl in his dirty blond hair and his eyes looked light blue like always, just less happiness and more adult-likeness. "Hi, Alfred..." you said, feeling your breath being taken away by him when his eyes motioned to the other side of the table to sit. You were at a local café in _______

You awoke to the hospital's dim light and soft white pillow. How long you had slept, you didn't know. Last you saw were gunshots and bullets flying throughout the wooden area.  Ludwig... Where is he right now? You sat up, trying to regain posture as everywhere in your body was aching as you moved.  "I don't have to find her... She's been in front of me the whole time..." You heard him finally murmur. "Ich liebe dich... (Name)..."  Your strength was giving up as you landed your forehead on his.  "Ja," you mumble against his skin. "Ich liebe dich auch." That was the last memory you had before slipping away.  You t

"That's the story of the General and the female soldier."  "Aw," your thirteen years old child cooed. "They both died..." "At least they were happy, right?" You heard keys jingle by the door as you turned to look, door opening to the tall blonde man.  "I'm home." He declared, stripping his jacket and hanging it on the rack. Your daughter jumped down from the sofa and ran to her father's open embrace, giving him a peck on the cheek.  "Mutti read me a story today of a female soldier and her General falling in love with her unconditionally, having no remorse till' the end and still loving each other until their last breaths...

The first step to divorce is fighting. When you hear the once cherished vases hit the wall, you began to break. "No! Amelia will come with me!" You shouted at your albino husband, whose red eyes widen at the mention of his daughter. "You don't even have a stable income like I do!" "You're the one who doesn't have a stable income!" You turned at sudden cry of your daughter's voice. You ran to the living room as you heard the ten years old cry. "Stop fighting, vatti... mutti... We are like a puzzle... It's incomplete even without one part of it..." Amelia's tears swelled, as if she has been holding it for the longest time. "Amelia, mutti i

           Author's Note: I HAD to. I just got the idea and it would not stop mocking me and I shouldn't be writing this because I JUST finished a series! But I'll let you read...    Germany's P.O.V.  I was trying to stuff all of my paperwork into my briefcase once again after the world meeting. The room was empty save for me and a few others. Snapping it closed, I sighed in relief. This morning I had to buy a bigger case for all the stuff I have, and it was expensive for a case.      As I was about to take it and walk out of the door, England came up to me, with the new country._______. She was a proud country who had rich culture and vas

Growing up in the house of Ludwig Beilschmidt, (though he was more commonly known as Germany) you grew up proper, tidy, and thoughtful. At least, that was when his superiors were around. When it was just the two of you, you were a complete dork and enjoyed passing the time with driving him crazy, and exercising. At the moment, you were lounged on his couch, in quite a strange position. Your back was laying where the back of the legs and rear end would usually be positioned, with your head lolled off the side, your (h/c) hair acting like a waterfall until it reached the floor. One of your legs was leaned up against the back of the couch, and