SIMILAR AND DIFFERENT by MarsieSinclaire, literature
Literature
SIMILAR AND DIFFERENT
Similar and Different
It wasn't a secret that Dan had a soft spot for cute things and that kitty was one of the cutest things he had ever seen: the little thing was so tiny, maybe a week old or even less, with golden fluffy fur now tangled and messy and its eyes were still closed.
It was a rainy day and the kitty was too young to find a safe and dry place to hide in; it simply stayed out in the middle of the road meowing weakly and trembling like a leaf in the wintery wind.
It had to be a miracle that the poor thing was still alive, was the first thought of the Danish Nation when he saw it, and the second was that a cute in
Cherries (usuk) by Deikus-is-hellbound, literature
Literature
Cherries (usuk)
"Hey, Alfred, would you like some cherries?" Arthur asked, looking over to his younger friend who was lounging on his couch. He took up the entire expanse of his rather large couch, normally earning a prick of irritation from the smaller man. He even had his nasty feet on the end. He rolled his eyes. The bowl of washed fruit fit snugly in his hands; he thought he'd ask if Alfred wanted any since he couldn't eat them all by himself. Alfred looked up from whatever it was he was doing on his phone, glancing at Arthur's green emeralds.
"Uh sure." He said, doing that thing he continuously would where he pretended to not really care whether h
Matthew let out a gasp, running over to the tree, his heart pounding in his ears. He couldn't believe it, his angel was here! He grabbed a low branch, hoisting himself up until he was level with the angel. Looking closer, he saw that his eyes were shut and his lips were trembling, and there was a thick layer of ice coating his wings. Even Matthew, who was used to the freezing winters of Canada, was chilled to the bone; he couldn't imagine how cold his angle- whom was wearing very little clothing would be!
"E-Excuse me.." He began hesitantly, biting his lips and momentarily contemplating how stupid he was being.
"I can't.. I can't take it anymore." The young boy's shoulders shook with the force of his sobs, his words coming out broken through clenched teeth. He dropped the knife, droplets of crimson scattering across the floor. Rivulets of red rolled down his wrists and fingertips, shaken onto the carpeting by the force of his trembling hands.
Matthew William's had never liked his life. He had a twin brother, nice parents, a beautiful mansion-like home, a trust fund that most people would kill for but he wasn't happy. For example, since the day of his birth, his brother Alfred had been everyone's favorite. He was attrac
Wishlist -Christmas Fic- by punkrockertjuhh, literature
Literature
Wishlist -Christmas Fic-
Fanfiction: Sweden X Finland and Denmark X Norway X Iceland
WARNING: Homosexuality
Christmas Gift for AsoulsChronicle
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Wishlist
It was almost Christmas eve and Finland was finishing the last preparations for his long journey through the world. He checked his sleigh, the reindeers and if he had packed all presents the nations had asked for in their wish lists.
That was when the Finn found a wish list he had shoved to the side. He had left the list for last because he didn't know what to do with it. His eyes slid across the paper while he wondered if he would accept the request or if he had to give
NOT YET BETAED!!
Earthquake
Iceland stared at his leg with a pale face. A heavy wall fragment crushed his leg, but he couldn't push it off of his leg on his own. His body shook slightly from fear, pain and exhausting and he looked nervously around him. He hoped to find something that he could use to lift the fragment off his leg and also that someone would come to save him.
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It had only been two hour since an earthquake had start on the Icelandic island. The first shock had been a short one and hadn't caused much damage. Some furniture had moved a little or had fell down on the floor. Yet Iceland had searched for his pet bird, Mister P
{APH} SuFin-Bonding Time by DanzQueenB, literature
Literature
{APH} SuFin-Bonding Time
"Sve! Peter! Time for dinner!" Tino yelled up the stairs before returning to the table to set it. He had cooked Peter's favourite meal, fish and chips. Hanatamago skipped around Tino's feet, wagging his tail. Even though Tino hated being called Berwald's wife why was he wearing an apron?
"Sve! Peter! The dinners getting cold." Tino yelled once more but heard no response, "Sve? Peter?" Worried, Tino ventured up the stairs. As he approached Peter's room, he heard,
"Captin, what are we to do?"
"We'll storm the ship and take Bushy Brows hostage!" Tino slightly opened the door to see Berwald dressed in a pirate costume.
"Mama! Come see m
:HBD: Fun Like Fireworks by KeyBladerr, literature
Literature
:HBD: Fun Like Fireworks
Matthew's hand felt soft in his own.
Gilbert smiled lightly as he walked down the populated entryways of the amusement park, chatter and merriment swirling around them. The weather was hot, but not overly so, and it wouldn't have mattered to Gilbert anyway. It could've been one hundred degrees or forty degrees, and he would've held his boyfriend's hand anyway.
Matthew didn't seem to mind either.
They walked through the park, Matthew's violet eyes examining the surroundings with interest. There was a small smile on his lips, taking in all the sights and sounds, the festivities and music, and the laughter and the screaming. It was really
It had started off with sniffles early morning, and tossing and turning. The steady rain outside was soothing, and letting off a mood of relaxation; as much as Matthew would have loved to give into it and sleep a few more hours, it was just too hot, and too cold. The consistent pounding of water droplets on concrete, and brick was absolutely hypnotising, but every blink caused a sharp pain, and the grumbling of a groan. The ceiling fan's buzzing quickly grew more irritating every minute he was conscious, and Gilbert's thrashing around was no better.
Picking up, and moving Gilbert's arm from it's current position around his neck, he called ou