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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 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
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 1I sat in the darkness, on the ledge for too long. 'When will I jump' ... 'When will I fall?' I looked down into the deep dark abyss, just waiting for something to call my name. Something to pull me into the world that I never wanted to embrace. The light use to call my name but in this little hell of mine, there is no light, none at all. The only light I have is the flame of fire that surrounds me. 'Maybe he was right, I shouldn't have of started this. This .... little hell of mine. It's so personalized that it still blows my mind.' I stood there on the ledge thinking about the fall. 'Will my life flash before my eyes, bringing the good feelings back, maybe even bring the good feelings that I once had?' I took one last breath and dove into the darkness that I have always known.
The fail was quick but relaxing, I knew the pain would stop after my body hit the ground. I grew a smile on my face, as I saw the ground was coming closer and closer. I greeted death with a
Where I went - Chapter 9England ran in the dark. He couldn't see a thing, luckily he could see the corners so he didn't run into the wall. 'Am I running in circles? " England thought to himself. He stopped as he heard tapping.
*Tap* *Tap* *Tap*
"France?" England whispered hoping it would be the Frenchman. He heard the tapping again. His heart raced, knowing it wasn't France. He once again began to move his feet. Faster and faster, he ran as the tapping went louder. 'Maybe, it's Russia' He thought, not hoping it to be America.
*Tap* *Tap* *Clunk*
England jumped from the clunk. Everything was silent. The freezing air was still. England could feel goosebumps on his freezing skin. He could feel something run past him. He quickly turned to see if he could sight the thing. 'Nothing' he thought. He breathed in the chilly air with a sign. He knew who it was, he just didn't want to admit it. "Alfred?" He questioned the dark. He shook a little with fright.
A chuckle came to England. "Now. Now. You don't have to be sca
The sane world that no one understands - Chapter 4I walked in the ash ground, I coughed from all the smoke still in the air. I couldn't see a thing that was surrounding me. I don't remember how I got here, everything was blank. I continued to walk in the smokey fog till I hit something. It was a building of some sort. I rubbed the brick like wall. I looked up to see several windows, probable a few stories. It was becoming clear of where I am. New York city. But why here? How did I get here? I heard a crash behind me. "Are you okay?" I yelled out, even though I didn't think anyone was there. Things became clearer now. I started to see more broken down buildings. "Why is everything to damaged?" I whispered to myself.
"Because your damaged, America." A British accent called out to me from smokey like fog.
Why him? Why now? "I'm not damaged." I said as I went to run but my body didn't move. I felt like hard cement was keeping me still. I took a shaky short breath knowing this wouldn't go well.
"Don't listen to that Frog face, France. He's
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
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
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.
aph: Bless the ChildCold
The cross around Mattieu's neck was heavy and cold against his bare skin. Bright eyes gazed forward, going in and out of focus as he inched away from the blurred figure in front of him, only getting the general light blues of a wool coat. He knew the way the fabric itched on the outside and he knew how smooth the fabric on the inside of the coat was just like he the annoyed expression on the man creeping in front of him.
"Mattieu," he heard someone he had only just stopped calling 'monsieur' sigh out.
"But Maman -" he began with a pout.
"Out of the water, Mattieu. It's too cold to be swimming and it will be dark soon. I don't want you to get lost in the waters. You aren't a ship - you wouldn't be able to stand it."
He of course wasn't scared. His body was sore and ached from treading water with his tiny, toddler frame. Had he not been what he was - what Maman called him (New France) - he would have drowned by now. "I can't feel my legs."
"Then use your arms, darling. God ga
Salem"Tell me, my girl," The dour-faced judge drawled, his face set in a scowl that would've made Arthur proud. "When did you become a witch?"
Amelia Jones's small breasts were practically heaving. She had never been so scared in her entire life, as short as it had been so far.
"I am not a witch, sir." She whimpered.
How had it come to this? It had only started out as a simple practice of the crafts Arthur had begun to teach her. He said he had seen a potential in her for magic and had begun to teach her. When he had sailed back to London, she had thought to practice a bit, so she could impress him when he came back. She liked hearing Arthur's praise.
Soon, among the village of Salem, she began to hear of the activities that Reverend Parris's girls had been engaging in, along with the household servant Tituba. Some of the girls said that Tituba had special powers, could foresee the future and tell you who your future husband would be. So Amelia decided to attend the midnight gatherings in t
Episode 13 the Christmas Special, Subbed:iconredsparklesplz: The Season 5 episode 13! :iconredsparklesplz:
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HRE = GERMANY ( official )OKAY , I JUST FIND THIS ONE .
GET READY GUYS, BECAUSE THIS IS OFFICIAL ONE!!
HIMEPAPA JUST GIVE US A HINT ABOUT HRE = GERMANY ! ! ! ! !
in that first strips, they say " in this strips, we talk about germany, he is just one country nowadays "
But not long time AGO
Thoughts (Chapter Nine)- last chapterAs far as Riza was concerned, silence wasn't something that was a surprise when it came to her and Roy. A lot of their relationship, whatever kind it may be (at this point, Riza wasn't too sure), was draped in it. It was never unwelcoming or misplaced, however. Any time silence fell between the two, it always seemed to fall at just the right time, right when the colonel and the lieutenant needed it the most.
If there was a type of silence that Riza wasn't used to, though, it would have to be the charged silence that had fallen between them that night. Riza had returned to work that day and her and Roy had been forced to work late into the night to get things caught up (as Riza had suspected, not much had gotten doing in her absence). Due to the time of night, Roy had insisted on walking Riza home and, after a few failed attempts to convince Roy that she would be OK, that she was armed if she ran into anybody who meant her harm, Riza finally conceded to his offer. Now, as the two walked
Thoughts (Chapter Six)When Roy walked into Riza's hospital room and saw her sitting up in her hospital bed, the color already starting to return to her lips, he couldn't help but think that she was beautiful. This wasn't a new thought (on any given day, his mind would remark on the beauty of Riza Hawkeye at least once) but it was one of his first pleasant thought since this whole event began just one day ago.
Roy sat down in the chair next to her bed and smiled back to her. The two stayed that way for a while, neither of them saying anything for fear that they'd break whatever sliver of peace was over them at the moment. Roy mouthed "Hi" and Riza mouthed it back but that was all they did in terms of conversation during that calm. It was only after Riza frowned slightly and received a questioning look from Roy that she spoke, breaking the silence.
"I'm not going to let this happen again."
Roy's eyebrows knit together in confusion.
"Let what happen again?"
"This," Riza said, motioning to her abdomen. "I'm goi
Thoughts (Chapter five)'Is she OK right now?'
That's what Roy thought as he lay in his bed, tired but too charged with worry to sleep. When he had gotten back to his apartment (after a quick stop to Riza's apartment to pick up Black Hayate since Roy had no way of knowing how long she would be in the hospital. Luckily, he still had the copy of her apartment key that he had made years ago), the only thoughts that went through his mind were about Riza. He had faith that she would pull through but that didn't seem to quiet his thoughts. They were going at a million miles an hour, which was a contrast from the peace and stillness of his room. His eyes drifted to his window, where the stars filled the dark sky, just like always.
The stars made a memory suddenly pop into Roy's mind. It was of something that had happened when they were both teenagers. He had been seventeen and she had been about to turn sixteen, the two of them both still living with Master Hawkeye. It was a memory that Roy hadn't thought of in a lo
68 Intricacies- Chapter three- BrokenYou could call Roy and Riza many things. You could call them killers (that was the harsh truth), sinners (that was the opinion of those with faith), liars (that was only occasionally true), lovers (that was something that no could ever know was true) or dogs of the military (that was obvious), to name a few choices. There was one thing you couldn't call them, though.
What you couldn't call Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye was broken.
They were not broken, not by any means. Yes, they were shaken, bruised, battered, bent and stretched to their absolute limits but neither one was broken. While there had been many points when they thought they would crash and shatter into many painful little pieces with awful slivers attached, it never seemed to happen. You could say the reason was because of their pride or their absolute will not to break. Really, though, the strength they had to have to remain whole didn't come from something as potentially dangerous as pride or even from their own will (for
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.
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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