Hetalia-Writing

The meeting room was loud with noise as the Nations bickered and shouted as usual. The only yelling ones as usual were Canada, Germany, Japan, and Italy. Canada was always quiet, along with Japan, Italy was.. well.. Italy, and Germany was just plain angry. The bickering had started the minute England and France had walked in, France trying to shake England off of him as the Nation punched him. Then, it had turned to chaos. It.. did seem quieter though, and as Canada looked around, he noticed something. "Hey!" he said quietly, nobody hearing him. "Hey!" he said louder. He growled to himself, then stood up, slamming his hands down on the table

You opened you eyes, your room dark. Groggily, you sat up and leaned against your bed frame, glancing at your alarm clock. It was 6:00am. You sighed, shutting your eye and resting your head against the wall. It was your first day of Grade 8 today. You should be happy like the others. It wasn't worth it though, everything would fall apart in minutes. Sighing, you slunk back down under your sheets, laying your head on your fluffy pillow. Tiredly, you adjusted your eye patch, then closed your eye, drifting back into a dreamless sleep. The loud beep from your alarm clock awoke you and you slowly got up, soon hearing the pestering calls of your m

A loud shout then a cry of pain echoed through the basement of the large house, inhabited by two. The eldest, a blonde with forest green eyes, magic on his side. The age of 13 in human years, over all though, many years older. This boy, represented England. The other boy, was a boy of 12 years, a ginger with beautiful blue eyes, the boy who was known as Scotland. He too, was much older. Scotland sat on the ground, his knees against his chest and his arms wrapped around them. Tears streamed down his pale cheeks. Towering over him stood England, the boy looking none too pleased. Scotland cried out as England grabbed the collar of his shirt and

"Through all the years.. they thought I was the bad guy.. I never was... I never tried to change their minds though.. It was for the best... For my life... I suffered every day.. from physical and mental attacks on myself.. Why he did this I don't know.. But.. I was never the bad guy.." With the last traces of that whisper on his lips and breath, the Scot sunk into a deep sleep, to awaken.. he'll never know..

You stared at Matthew for a moment, then your eyes turned to stare at your feet. "I'm sorry Matty- I can't..," you whispered, "I'm just not ready for this..," you added quietly. Matthew's face instantly fell and his curl crinkled, his purple eyes crushed. "I-I understand, ______..," he whispered, placing the ring back in the box and stuffing it in his pocket. "I just need to go.. put this back.. 'kay?" he said. Without waiting for an answer, he headed back to their cabin. He broke into a run the moment he was out of sight. Tears streamed down his pale cheeks, his eyes red. He sniffed, everything.., everything was ruined.. He entered their ca

The two had awoken a while later, both staggering to their small room out of memory and collapsing on their beds tiredly. This had been the worst the man had ever beat them in a while. There had been worse times, though.. They both fell asleep again on instant, the dream realm a place of escape from the world. _____ A rough shaking awoke both buys and a hit sent them to their knees on the hardwood floor. Both heads were angled at the floor, bpth bodies shaking. Normally Alfred would object to Matthew being hit like this, but he knew that submission wa best after a hard beating. The man who had done this studied them. "Stand!" he hollered,

You walked into the school nervously, your eyes darting around with anxiety as you scanned the busy hallways. Other kids who looked around your age filled them. Well, that would make sense since this was a Grade seven and eight only school, though.. You sighed, watching all of the kids before taking to the side of the hallway, walking briskly down towards where you had been told your locker was. You were a new transfer student, transferring from ____ to Spain. It was quite a big change. New language, culture, people.. People. You hated. People. Maybe it wasn't that, but you were shy, so very shy, it wasn't even funny. You were 13 and acted

Silence. Pain. Darkness. The 13 year old child felt like he was in a tub of hot lava, the flames scorching his skin and singing the tips of his dusty blonde hair. Shattered pieces of glass in his cheeks felt like fire, burning where they were implanted, each a fire ant. Fire. That's what it all was, his chest hurt and his body shook at each breath. He could barely breath, as if smoke was clogging up his young lungs, scarring them for a hard life in the future. That was, if he lived to have a future. The silence returned as his head was cleared once more. The child waited for the next blow. It came sooner then the 13 year old expected,

Don't do love, don't do friends I'm only after success Don't need a relationship I'll never soften my grip Arthur sat at the table in the local library, leaning over his notebook and writing in it, focusing intently, glancing up as he felt a gaze burning into his back.. Don't want cash, don't want car Want it fast, want it hard Don't need money, don't need fame I just want to make a change I just wanna change Alfred sat at another table across the room, staring at Arthur with longing, when Arthur turned his head to glare at him with a narrowed gaze, Alfred turned away. I know exactly what I want and who I want to be I know exactly

Your eyes lit up and happy tears filled them. "Yes, yes I will Matthew..," you whispered. You saw his eyes light up and he smiled sweetly, grabbing you and pulling you into a hug. "I love you, Matthew" "I love you too, _______" "And I always will"