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Where I went - Chapter 3Alfred leaned up against the wall, drool leaking out of the corner of his mouth. He couldn't move a single muscle, his head pounded from the inside. He still had no memory, no matter how much he tried, nothing. It was all gone.
He's been locked in the room for about 6 days now. Everyday, the tall man came in, who he still didn't know, forcing Alfred to take pills. Everyday he became weaker and weaker.
Russia was in a computer lab with his sister, Belarus. "Belarus, Do you have the project done yet?" he asked her while watching the American on a nearby television. Russia smiled, in his sick but sweet way, as he watch the American struggle.
Belarus curtly replied with a nod. She handed Russia a headband that started flash and light up in all different colors.
"Thank you, Belarus," Russia said as he got up from his chair. He started to walk out but he was interrupted by his sister.
"I'm sorry brother but ... Isn't this wrong?" She asked. She was some-what afraid of her brother. Looking to
Where I went - Chapter 4Russia walked into the dark room. "Hello Amerika," He smiled creepily at the blonde.
America looked up at Russia as he greeted him. "Just let me go," he slightly mumbled.
"But where would you go, da? You still don't remember anything." He walked over to America so he was hovering over him.
"I remember enough to get out of here," America spat at the Russian as he glared at him.
"Like what, da?" Russia grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling his face up to look at him.
"I-I......T-that..." Honestly America couldn't remember anything. His whole life had disappeared from his mind.
"See, I was right. You don't remember anything. So what makes you think that you can get out of here?" Russia asked him while pulling the headband out of his pocket and quickly whipping it behind his back so the American couldn't see it.
America stuttered, "I-I."
"You what?" Russia smiled.
"Don't you think my family and friends will be looking for me?" He said, trying to change the subject.
"You shouldn't be worry
Where I went - Chapter 2Alfred woke up in a panic. His head was pounding, he groaned while he sat up, no longer laying against the uncomforable bed that he was placed on. He looked around the unrecognizable dark room.
A loud knock came from the door. "C-Come in," he said, fearing of who was on the other side. The door opened, revealing a tall man with a white scarf wrapped snugly around his neck. Alfred looked at the man, something about him was familiar, but he didn't know what.
"How are you?" the tall man said.
Alfred scanned the man from head to toe. He wore a long brown coat, a long white scarf, shiny heavy brown boots, he had blazing purple eyes and platinum blond hair. "I-I ...."
"Whats wrong, da?" the tall man asked.
Alfred flinched when he heard, 'da'. Why though? He asked himself. He had a sudden feeling that he was in danger. He quickly jumped out of the uncomfortable bed, hoping to run from this dreaded feeling. When he began to run something yanked him back to the bed, causing him to stumble.
Where I went - Chapter 5Meanwhile
Canada stared at everyone while they all argued, screamed and fought with eachother. As usual France and England were fighting.
"Get off me you, Wanker!" England yelled at France.
"Im not such a thing! Stop calling me that. You black sheep!" France crossed his arms while turning away.
"Im not the black sheep! I'v never been the back sheep! Don't call me that!" England spat out at France.
"But it's true. England is the Black sheep! England's the Back sheep of Europe." France said out to everyone.
But nobody was listening, they all had their own stuff going on. The Nordics were fighting as usual, the Baltices were waiting for Russia and talking to nobody because Russia wouldn't aprove, Chain was telling everyone of how young they acted, Canada was being ignored like every world meeting, but there was something different and all at once everyone noiticed it, they all stopped and looked at eachother.
England finally stopped punching France and looked over to where America usualy
Where I went - Chapter 7The alarm went off in the Russian's office.
America walked in, he pushes the red off button. Russia was watching the small tv that was placed in front of him.
America stood beside him, to see what was going on. "Russia? Whats going on?"
Russia turned off the screen, "Nothing, da. Just seeing if the alarm works." The Russian stood up and moved to a table that had the world map placed on it. "So, America?"
Alfred looked Russia's way, "Yes? What is it?"
Russia grinned slightly while looking down at the map. "Where should we start off?"
America pointed to a small island in Europe, "England ... He can't protect the rest of Europe if we take him down first."
Russia then sat in his chair, "Alright ... We attack tomorrow" He rubbed his hands together and smiled evilly.
America nodded and walk off to continue on his work.
"How could you let this happen?" England whispered to Belarus as they entered Russia's huge home.
"England be quiet or Russia will know we're here." Franc
The sane world that no one understands - Chapter 5I ran to a corner of the wall. I hide there, as I breath heavily. "I just need everything to pause as I take a breath .... A breath is all I need to look back at what has all happened." I said to myself as I breathed my words. England, joining this world, it has terrified me. Every time I see him my heart stops in fear, even regret. I regret everything I have done. Going home with France, getting out alive from England's house, the Revolutionary, choosing England, letting him get away with destroying my people, even being born. People may say I'm insane for regretting being born but if they were in my place, they'd commit suicide already.
"America." The taunting voice called out to me. The voice echoed in the halls of the Frenchman's home. "I'll always be with you." England chuckled as he began to appear in front of America.
"Get away!" I screamed from the top of lungs.
He chuckled some more. "I'm only trying to comfort you. That frog always tells you that." He stepped closer to me. "I
Where I went - Chapter 6-The begining
The new found country ran quietly in the forest. Pitter ... Patter ... Pitter ... Patter ... went his feet. The blonde hair, blue eyed boy looked to the distance. He saw a man that had long blonde hair that went passed his shoulders, and had medium blue eyes. He was agruing with another man that the American just noiticed. The other man had Blonde hair just like his and embraled (spw) green eyes. The American tilled his head to the side. He never saw them before or anyone that looked like them before. He was always with his tribe, they had dark skin and dark hair but the men in front of him where different. They dressed differently and looked differently. America began to walk towards the men, so they could see him but he was abit cought off guard when he heard yelling from them.
"You Wanker! He's my little brother. He looks just like me!" England stood with a smirk on his face.
"Can't you see the beatifulness the boy has from me? He's beatiful just like me!" F
The sane world that no one understands - Chapter 3I stood in the darkness. I shivered as the wind blow on me. I could barely see anything but enough to get around. I looked around to find nothing near me. I kept walking and walking, hoping to find something. I have this weird feeling that I have been here before but I'm lost. Wait? How did I get here again? I don't even remember that but that doesn't shock me. I've been forgetting a lot lately.
'Knock' ... 'Knock'
I stopped in my tracks when I heard a knocking sound behind me. Am I not alone in this darkness? Why does this seem so familiar?
'Knock' ... 'Knock'
There it was again. I'm not alone in this darkness. "Where are you?" I paused for a moment before speaking again. "Who are you?" I had a feeling that I was dealing with something unusual. "What are you?"
I heard chuckling from behind me. Did I dare to move? I knew it was coming closer and closer. I closed my eyes and shivered. I could feel goosebumps on my arms. Why does this feel so god damn familiar?
"Why so frightened?" The v
The sane world that no one understands - Chapter 2I woke up. Wait? I woke up? I never wanted this. I wanted to stay "dead". I was ready to say good bye forever. I looked around myself. I was in a hospital room. I slowly shifted in my bed. I had tubes and IV's in my arms around me. Everywhere hurt like hell. I could already tell that I had several broken bones. Unlike being numb on the cold cement, I can feel every little moment I made. I'm hurt physically and emotionally. I know it and I won't admit it to the others. They'll just use it against me because it was used against me before. I looked down to the ground them back up to the door, where I saw Canada standing. His eye's were wide and he stood there still. Probable shocked that I'm still alive. I began to pull some of the IV's out. "I don't need this."
"Y-Yes, you do. Alfred, keep them in." Canada quickly came over to me and stopped me from what I am doing.
He looked as if he didn't sleep for days. I looked at his eyes. They looked baggy and dark. "Fine." I stopped trying to pul
APH: 7 Minutes in Heaven: PROLOGUE"A party at America's house?"
"Oui. Don't worry it will be fun and besides all of the other countries are attending."
"I don't know…"
"Oh come on! It will be fun and you need to loosen up a bit mon amour!"
"Get off me you frog!"
"Come on! Don't be such a party pooper!"
"Ack! Let go off me!"
Le Awesome Time Skip
I am going to kill that bloody frog for dragging me into this! England thought as he grouchily sat at one of the many tables located in the spacious ball room. Due to the fact that the entire world had attended (literarily!) America had brought them all to the summer house he owned in Florida. But to many of the countries, including England, it was more of a mansion. France himself compared it to Versailles, but in a much, much smaller scale.
"Are you enjoying yourself Igirisu-san?"
"Japan! I am actually surprised that you are here at one of America's crazy parties."
"Um… well… The Koreas wanted to come and they didn't take no for an answer. I am act
Hetalia x Slender Chapter 1
Chapter 1: The First Note
There was an eerie silence that crept over the forest. Footsteps ran hurriedly towards the woods. He was heavily panting and exhausted as he continued to sprint through the darkness. His flashlight bobbed up and down and it made it hard to see. Everyone once in a while, he looked back to see if anything was behind him. His eyes widened and he pushed himself to go faster. He ran into a fence and started to panic.
"Damn it!" He said as he pushed the chain back and forth. "Come on!!" He cried. Tears ran down his cheeks. He heard footsteps and shut his eyes. He was afraid to turn around.
Loud cackling could be heard as he group walked near the forest. They were all arguing about something as they joked around.
"Come on bro!" An American grinned.
"Absolutely not!" An Englishman sighed.
"Are you scared, Great Britian?" A French man murmured.
"Of course not!" England argued.
"Let's go, da?" A Russian man smiled.
"You're a big scaredy cat, aru!" A Chinese man said to
FrUk-Witch Hunt Part 4
"Brother, I'm home."
Alfred walked over to his little brother, who sat up from where he had been reading a book in bed. Quickly glancing at it, he recognized it as the Bible.
"How are you feeling today?" he said, touching his brother's forehead. It slightly burned under his hand, but it was clear his brother's fever had gone down.
"Much better. You shouldn't worry so much about me, brother. So tell me, how was your day?"
Alfred sighed and placed his rosary around his brother's neck. He sat down and spoke. "Tiring, but I enjoy working for our Lord. And..." As memories rushed back at him, he felt his cheeks turning red. That didn't escape his brother's eyes.
"So... found a special girl?"
Diamond Chrysanthemum Ch.1 18 years ago17 years ago…
A newborn baby was crying.
The doctor walked over to the man standing on the doorway, watching. Removing the mask he wore, he spoke.
"It's a girl."
The man handed him a bag full of pesos. "Here's your money. I hope it's enough. You know what to do now. Forget about the girl that was just born. And you never met me, understood?"
The doctor smiled at the man. "Don't worry, Mr. Sotomayor."
The man just glared at him briefly before leaving. The doctor watched him leave with a twisted smile on his face. Then he re-opened the bag and looked at his new fortune.
Mexico D.F (17 years ago…)
"These are diamonds. Real ones, not fake. It's okay to stay quiet to hide your ignorance, Bella. Those diamonds are worth a fortune. But," she said pointing to one in specific, a pink one. "Especially this one." She then placed the diamonds back onto a little velvet pouch. The pouch was near a newborn baby girl, who was fidgeting quite a lot.
"This little girl has to
Of Roses and Thorns - Chapter OneSummary: When Canada gave France a second chance, he knew it would only be a matter of time before his heart was broken... Again. Will he fall victim to France's charm once more or can a certain Prussian save him? Franada vs PruCan; Rated M for France, et al.
Of Roses and Thorns
He really couldn't tell when the night had started to go downhill. At first it was just him answering to a rather innocent question: who had the best wine? That little question led Francis Bonnefoy, personification of France, to the house of the respectfully sunny and stormy Italy brothers. He had brought several of his finest bottles with him, eagerly responding to Lovino's unspoken challenge when his bubbly little brother posed such an innocent little question.
Seventeen bottles of wine later, the night had a not-so-innocent end.
In the morning France found himself tangled up with Feliciano. First there was blank shock,
APH: Prussia: Dear Diary!Day 1 - Beginning
Series - Hetalia
Character - Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt
Dear Diary - Day 1,
"Kesese~ I guess I'll start up this little diary right now! I'll put all my awesome adventures in it and then reminisce once I'm older and even more awesome!" The albino man began scribbling in his thoughts of the day, pinpointing out the points that were good, bad, and just plain awesome. His name was Gilbert Beilschmidt, a Prussian albino man with a very large ego. Some would say that he thought he was too awesome for anyone in his life, which was why they thought he was always alone. But in reality... In that little narcissistic mind of his, he was alone...
Everyday, Gilbert always dreamed of having a friend to count on and to pull pranks with, but everyday he was casted off. To make himself feel better, he would look into the mirror in his bathroom telling himself that he was awesome and just too awesome for other people to handle. It always worked, too. Sometimes... a little too well.
AmericaXEngland - Loves StrugglesChapter 1
It has been a few years since America rebelled against England. America didn't know that it would effect him more then he thought he did. Every night he would think about the Brit. He missed his dickish attitude. Even though they mostly fought, America was always happy. Right now, America is laying in his bed, hugging his pillow. Is it possible that he had feelings for him?
"Ugh..." America threw the pillow at the wall and buried his face in the covers.
'He would never love me back...I just know it...' He thought to himself.
He sighed, "I better sleep..." America made himself comfortable and soon fell asleep.
The next morning was like those other mornings. America would drag himself out of bed and slowly got dressed. He didn't feel like going to the meeting. England would be there...
He really didn't feel like seeing his face right now. Especially after he discovered his feelings about him. America brushed his hair and sighed sadly. He knew t
Times Must Change- Part 1/Chapter 1With the Euro on the verge of collapse, the countries of the European Union were desperately awaiting the savior of their economies. None of the policies, laws, and bills that were passed encouraged the rise of Europe's declining financial status. In 2014, the Euro collapsed, causing mass panic and allegations to whom was responsible for the failure of the currency that was supposed to save all of Europe. In the midst of all the chaos, two Mediterranean countries, Spain and South Italy, who split apart from the northern part of the country late 2013, joined forces, and countries, creating 'Spanish Mezzogiorno'. Their economy together was not enough to sustain the country itself, and instead had to conquer the disorderly countries closest to them.
PART 1- EGO AD UOS PERTINENT
"Fratello, why don't you talk to me anymore? You
Taking Over Me Chapter 1
Italy sat outside on the porch. He sighed sadly. He never liked to be alone for long. When he was alone for to long, he remembered. He remembered Holy Roman Empire. Those were the thought's plaguing him. He remembered dancing with him, teaching him how to paint...
And most of all, the day Holy Rome left him with the promise of coming back. How many years has it been? He should be back by now. He didn't want to think that Holy Rome had forgotten about him. Holy Rome wouldn't forget about him, right?
"Ciao Veneziano," he looked up at the sound of his brother's voice. He got up and smiled.
"Ciao fratello!" Italy said as he opened the front door. They walked in and Italy closed the door.
"The potato bastard not here?" Romano asked and Italy shook his head.
"No, he went somewhere with Prussia," Italy said as he sat on the couch. Romano sat beside him. They were silent for a few moments. Romano looked over at Italy, seeing the tears forming in Italy's eyes. He sighed.
"You're thinking of him
Where I went - Chapter 1 *updated*Alfred crawled on his bleeding, scratched up knees in the dark unknown forest. He was covered in his own blood from head to toe. He had no memory of what happened to him.
The only thing he could remember is a deep voice calling out to him, when he escaped the hell hole he's been in. He looked up and saw somebody in the far distance, who was calling out to him in the chilly fog.
"America~ Oh, America." The other called out to him. "You belong to me, da."
Was this the deep voice he heard earlier that night? Even before he could find out the answer that floated in his head... He fell to the cold ground. Passing out because of the blood lost that were due to his newly cut wounds.
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