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The JabberwockyAnd all the time they took, talking in circles
A small sneer curled his lips. He sat, watching them, arguing over nothing. 'Fools.' The thought came unbidden into his mind, cold and venomous, like poison between his ears. True though he may have considered it, he disliked that he had to keep the thought in his mind, the one place he would least liked to have had it. It was truly irksome that he could not express his thoughts, not even in private, for fear that they may be overheard, he could not afford to lose his nice boy image just yet. 'Such irritating chatter, why do they not stop and actually try to listen to one another?' He sighed some, they would never listen, they were far too good at being self-centred.
To get them off the hook, would take miracle workers
"At last!" He sighed contentedly, a grin worming its way onto his face. "Such welcome repose! Oh sweet joy! To lose a mask of centuries! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" He chortled in his joy. A
This Is How It GoesThis is how you broke my heart and killed me
"It's over. Everything is over." A small sigh. "We can't go on. Not anymore. Not like this. I'm sorry, but the Empire is dead. I can't support you anymore, you are free." A small whimper, all that escaped of a muffled sob. "N-No, don't. Please, you can't! D-Don't leave me!" Another sigh, deeper and heavier than before. "Please... I don't want to be alone again. Please." The younger man pleaded, desperate and scared. "I'm sorry Matthew, but I really can't afford to look after you. And besides, your people call for freedom." With that, the conversation was over; the shorter man strode off, some other, more important business to attend to.
"But I'm not my people..."
This is how we cry
A wreath lay in the mud, dirtied and forgotten. No one came to the cemetery anymore, its gates had rusted shut aeons ago, the grounds were a true urban jungle. There was movement, faint in the darkness; a figure appeared, spectre-like in t
Time To WasteYou had time to waste and I'm not sorry,
"Gentlemen, a moment, if you please." A moment of silence, as the rest of the room turned to face the young man. "I would be honoured if you joined me for dinner tomorrow evening. I am finding the catering quite substandard, and, I'm sure, you all would agree with me on that point."
"It is the only point we can all agree on" came the bored reply. "But yes, I do believe that would be quite enjoyable, I rather think I'll take you up on that offer, Matthew, my boy." He smiled broadly, a slight edge of madness buried deep within it. "Perfect" he purred, before slinking out of the conference room, already making preparations.
Such a basket case, hide the cutlery.
"Maaaatt!" Oh dear god that whiny voice was irritating, but he'd put up with it for the moment. "Matt, you promised it be just us! That's not fair, going and inviting everyone else like that!" he sighed heavily, shaking his head some, fervently wishing that things would move fa
God Save The QueenGod save the Queen
"Oh god. Oh god! Help! God, someone help me!" The shrill cries broke the silence, shattering it like flimsy glass. "Help! Oh god, help! Help me! Please!" hysterical sobs permeated the air, saturating it in salty tears. "Why do you cry for the lord? You are not Christian. You are not religious at all." The bored drawl cut through the crying like a hot knife through flesh; not butter, butter didn't require such a dangerous edge. "Why? Why pray to a god you do not believe in? Why ask for divine intervention from one you claim not to exist?" He was pacing before the sobbing man, lecturing him in a cold tone of disdain. "It is always the same. From everyone, they all think that even if they have no faith, the moment they are in distress, the lord will save them simply because they asked nicely." He sighed heavily, shaking his head some. "You are a fool." A simple statement of fact, causing his captive to freeze. "You are a pompous, arrogant fool."
We mean it, ma
SleepA drink for the horror that I'm in
The large man came to slowly, groaning and blinking sleep from his eyes. "Ah! You're awake!" The cheerful voice ripped though his head, sending lances of pain deep into his mind. "Shut up." he growled, trying to look as menacing as possible, which was proving surprisingly difficult. Much to his surprise, the owner of the high spirits did not back off, nor did he dissolve into a quivering heap of apologies. Instead, he strolled forwards, smiling. "You are in no position to be telling me what to do, Komrade." There was a light laugh, followed by a slight metallic scraping noise, someone was opening a bottle of something. It was then that a most pleasant scent washed over him, Vodka. "Would you like a drink, Komrade?" But he wasn't even given a chance to reply, if he had, he definitely would have replied in the affirmative. "No? I'm not surprised, given the circumstances. I rather think you'd want to keep a clear head." A
Pleurs Enfant BayWhere were you... when everything was falling apart.
"You left me. You simply left. You dropped my hand and walked away, you abandoned me. That hurt. Do you have any idea how much that hurt?" A slight snarl, dark indigo eyes glared balefully into the middle distance. "You just let go. Oh, you promised to come back, you said you'd fight for me, you decreed you'd never let me stay with that hateful man. But you did." A deep throated growl, pacing, relentless and yet muffled. "I waited. So long I waited. It was on this beach, you remember? On this very beach, you walked away. And I waited. I stood here and I waited. Years, years I waited for you, I waited and I hoped and I knew that one day you'd come back for me." A pause, a slow grim smile stretched his face to demonic proportions. "I'm still waiting..."
Lost and insecure... you found me, you found me
"Matthieu..." A slight brittle laugh, like breaking porcelain, cold in the wind. The tall, thin young man spat distastefull
Passing AfternoonA melancholy smile lit his face, gentle and slow, he approached the body of a long dead rose. A white lily slipped from careless fingers, as it hit the ground the petals exploded into a shower of raindrops. "Do you believe? In the hymns your mother used to sing?" A gentle laugh. A warm breeze passed through the room, lifting his hair slightly revealing a tortured grace with quiet life filling cerulean pools. A cold hand reached out, unheeded, unloved. A blood red queen followed as he turned away, watching with imperial superstition as he crawled along a blade. He knew where he was needed, where the world wished him. A place of darkness, bathed in light. "Are there more of us? More than those we see? Somewhere across the oceans of stars?" There was a cold he didn't understand seeping into his bones, holding him hostage. He didn't resist as it came, fighting had ceased to appeal. Where to go, where to be, where was he needed? He couldn't recall, really, when his life descended
Sunny Stateside SuicideI am heaven sent, don't you dare forget.
"I am all there ever was...Or perhaps, I'm all there ever will be. If there was anything to begin with anyway." Soulful blue eyes stared up at the darkness in confusion, trembling blonde locks whipped back and forth slightly as their owner shook his head in denial. "I don't... I don't understand...Matt. What...What happened to you?" A laugh, cracked crystal, sharp and beautiful, echoed through the barren room. "You did, My Love." The words, whispered in soft silencing tones, sugar-coated snake venom, brushed his cheek like the gentle kiss of an assassin. He had been tricked, he had gotten close to the fire, enticed by its warmth and now he was burning to death. There was no escape, because escape included hurting Matt. And a mortal could never hurt an angel, right? "Oh... I see. Indeed I see. You are still in love, aren't you? You are still clinging to that pitiful idea of emotion, like a drowning man to a sinking ship." The same c
Liar LiarI'm an addict for dramatics
"You lie, so often, you lie. You always told me bad things happen to liars, you were right." A small pause, no sound from the one being addressed. "I am what happens to liars." Footsteps, retreating towards the door. "Don't move, Papa dearest, I'll be right back." The young man called over his shoulder, before the egress closed with a loud thud and he was alone in the dark. It was cold in the room, suggesting that he was locked in the boy's basement; no light penetrated the dank room, there was not even man-made light down there. The captive man swore he heard the sounds of something scuttling around in the gloom; a rat, perhaps, though it wasn't really a subject he wished to contemplate. He didn't know how long he had been left there, but, after what felt like an age, the door opened once again. "Ah, Papa, how nice of you to wait for me. You are enjoying my hospitality, yes?" He looked up, scared tears falling from cerulean orbs,
Once on a Full Moon ProlougePrologue
The sun was starting to set over the mountains, overlooking the thick forest, casting a serene, calming view. If only it was the same for those in the forests.
Riding a white horse was a young man in a navy shade of blue coat, a white shirt with a red band going across his chest from the right shoulder, black tailored pants, a sword at his side with the sheath in white and gold, and long black riding boots.
"Don't let him get away!" Called out a man on a brown horse as another man went up beside the man on the white horse, which he was kicked off, and caused the horse to neigh out of fear of the rider being kicked off.
"Try and catch me!" Called out the man on the white horse with red eyes trained on what's ahead of him, not going to risk looking back as he heeled his horse to run faster. "Where the hell am I?" He grunted under his breath. "I've never been this far out." Pale hands held onto the reigns as if his life depended on it as snow hair seemed to blend in the colors of
Unexpected Changes 5Chapter five: Dawn
Warning: strong language
-Recap for the fanfiction so far-
Matthew found himself in a big, unexpected problem when he suddenly changed genders after having Arthur confront and mistake him for Alfred. A supposed curse for his brother changes him into a female version of his former self. Looking for answers, Matthew kidnaps Arthur and takes him home. Later that night, Matthew finds out that Arthur had no recollection of transforming him, making him unable to know how to turn him back. His only hopes remains that the curse will wear off after a few hours... unfortunately Gilbert stops by for a late night visit, making Matthew's life a little more complicated.
As soon as those words slipped his lips, Matthew clamped his hands over his mouth as a mortified look took over his face. 'M-maple! Why did I say that so loud? This is not something to shout out... Mon Dieu, I'm turning into my brother...' Gilbert's silence wasn't helping so
Unexpected ChangesChapter One: Lucky Day Gone Bad
When Matthew woke up that morning, he thought that day might be a fairly good day.
There were practically zero chances for rain so he could finally set his clothes out to dry; the pancakes he made for breakfast had been exceptionally delicious; there was a 35% off all hockey items at the supermarket and after helping a young lady with her many shopping bags, she paid him back with two free bottles of maple syrup; no one had mistaken him for America yet; Canada's overall economical status was better than ever
It was his lucky day.
Everything was actually going well.
Until that happened
Of course, like most of his problems, it all started with his brother. Apparently, since the World Meeting was going to be in a few days, America had the awesome and heroic idea that if they were all going to bore themselves to death at the meeting, they might as well be hammered and partying the nights before, just to 'even things out'
BruisesIt was autumn, a bit breezy, and a bit chill. The tree's leafs already turned yellow and orange, already fell down to the grass.
This kind of day at a college would be just pleasant outside. In fact, it was. The sun peaked out behind the light, fluffy clouds in the sky, shining down on everyone in the courtyard.
A bench was placed smack dab in the middle of the courtyard, meeting in the middle of multiple paths running to the main buildings. Just a stone bench was all.
Canada. That's where the boy was from. The fair skinned boy sat alone on the bench, pushing up his glasses as they slid down his hanging head.
Matthew Williams. That was his name. He wasn't recognized well in his classes. Sitting by himself on this bench was a daily routine. Before the day started, and after the day ended.
He lived in one of the dorms in the college. Of course it couldn't have been a single bedroom, no. It just had to be with his obnoxious roommate. Who he, sort of kind of, liked- when he wasn't boasting
Lay Me Down To Sleep TonightPeople always used to ask me, why someone like me worked in a place like that, all those years ago.
Gilbert Beilschmidt groaned loudly, glancing down at the bright pink, sticky note in his hand.
Gilbert was an albino man of twenty-six years from the east side of Berlin, Germany. He had been living here, in the states, for a grand total of five years, and he couldn't say he hated it in the new country. He had a light German accent but his English was well learned and pretty understandable. His place of work was at a local hospital as a nurse. Now that, he could say, was something he absolutely hated.
Currently he was assigned to a new room on the second floor, as a temporary assistant to the resident since the one who had been taking care of the patient was out today.
If you'd asked me that question ten years ago, before June the fifth, I would've told you that I had nothing better to do, I had no reason to be there, and that I had always hated the job.
Happy Bday From The Awesome Me"Mr. Kumayoshi, do you think any mail will arrive today?" Canada asked, blowing the protruding piece of curly hair out of his face. The bear that sat next to him on the sofa glanced over.
"My name is Kumajiro. And who are you?"
"I'm Canada," he told Kumajiro. He watched the TV, not really interested in the show that was on. "Maybe there's some now." He stood and made his way out the front door to check his mailbox. There wasn't much hope of anything being there, though. Even if it WAS his birthday.
The sun beat down on his blond head as he opened the box, looking inside. Nothing. Sighing, he closed it and slowly made his way to the front door, then decided he would rather sit on his front porch instead. So he took a seat and placed his chin in the palm of his hand, closing his eyes. A yawn escaped his mouth, so he leaned against the railing, getting comfortable. Waking up early that day had tuckered him out. A nice nap couldn't hurt.
His chest hurt slightly. No one had wished him a hap
PruCan: Love is War 1Zee time vas Vorld Var Vone.
It was 1916.
Belgium was now captured by Germany as he continued his raid through to Paris. The Allied countries fought back on the Western front. To the east, Russia pushed the war along as well, reeking havoc on East Prussia. There was turmoil on all sides of Europe. With the countries dept to Belgium, the United Kingdom had troops pouring in from the north to the Western Front. England had also demanded the aid of Allies overseas. Unfortunately, the aid fell short by one. The United States of America refused to yet take part in this war.
But Canada did.
Only the last year, Canada had participated in his first battle. It was at the second battle of Ypres, the first battle where Germany had introduced his newest weapon, mustard gas. The Canadian troops were the only soldiers to stand against it and many were lost.
This year, Canada was on his way to his next battle at Somme, a river in France. He'd be alongside Britain but still couldn't help but wonder wh
His Most Awesome Vampire 2Act II - Tears
The ball continued on, despite Matthew's grief. Matthew knew what he had seen, his beloved Gilbert as a vampire, a blood sucking master. It wasn't that the young man didn't know about the existence of the children of the night, having known that Francis was a vampire all along. Even so, he had never seen the true form of a vampire, so that sight of his lover like that was truly terrifying. But why was Gilbert a vampire? What had happened and why had Gilbert never returned to him? He needed to know.
The boy couldn't seem to stop crying. Gilbert had left him, flying away into the night.
Francis took this moment to his advantage, holding the young man close, allowing him to cry.
"There. There. Matthieu," the Frenchman cooed. "It's alright. Everything will be okay."
He gently reached a hand and caressed the boy's face, reaching to wipe away his tears.
"Hush now. You have cried so many tears, tears that will reach him. I know they will," Francis said.
"No. They won't. They ha
PruCan - InterruptionsPrussia (Gilbert) X Canada (Matthew)
I do not own Hetalia or it's charatcers.
I'm sorry if you hate them, but I love these two together. <3
The bell rung, signaling the end of the final period in Hetalia High School. An albino walked out of classroom 2-1, heading down the hall to where his locker was. He turned the corner and was nearing his locker when he heard a voice.
"G-gilbert!" called the voice. Gilbert turned around to see his partner, Matthew.
"Yo Mattie!" Gilbert replied with a grin on his face. The blonde known as Matthew walked up to Gilbert and punched him. It didn't feel like a real punch, but it was as hard as Matthew could do.
"I told you not to call me that!" Matthew whined to Gilbert before poking at his chest.
"Kesesese! So, we still having that daa~te tonight?" Gilbert asked, moving their faces together so that their noses were touching. Right as their noses touched, a 'click' ... 'snap!' could be heard from behind Matthew. Gilbert looked to see
April Showers"Drip, drip, drop
Little April shower
Beating a tune
As you fall all around"
"Do you know how they tortured Loki, in the days before Ragnarok? The Gods chained him to a rock and hung a snake above him, to constantly drip acid into his face." A light laugh, he considered their current position, a smile curled his lips. "The acid on the snake's fangs was the most potent in the known universe, and, after every five hundred drops; a hole would have been burned right through Loki's skull. This punishment lasted all the way 'til the end of the world. It's a shame you aren't as immortal as him, neh?"
A muffled cry, pulling at painful bonds, barbed wire biting into exposed flesh. "Ssh, ssh, it's okay, don't fight it. It's all going to be okay, don't worry. Eir will take your pain, and lift you upon high."
A brief brush of lips against a pale cheek, "Be well, my dearest Denmark, I'll visit again later."
Retreating footsteps, the slight creak of the door befor
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