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 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

Prussia and France walked into the meeting room, worried expressions on their face as they bent their heads, speaking to each other in urgent whispers. They both looked up when their names were called, worry shining in their eyes. England had been the one calling their names. "You're an hour late you wankers!" the Englishman scolded, his eyes shining in annoyance. "America's not here either, and Canada.. where is he?!" he grumbled to himself. France looked at them quietly, then Prussia spoke up. "Actually, we know where they both are," he said, drawing everybody's eyes to both of them. France nodded, "Matthieu is sick," France said quietly

Canada grinned as he walked down the halls towards the meeting room. July first. July first was his birthday, when he was noticed, when he went all out. He walked into the room and was greeted by a hug from Italy and several happy birthdays. Canada grinned. "Thank you," he whispered, smiling.America walked up to his brother squeezing him until England hauled him off of his suffocating brother. America scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorry bro," he said, "But gotta make up for some missed hugs, y'know?" Canada grinned, recovering his breath. "Canada!" he heard Italy yell, and he looked up at the cute little Nation. "Come with us,

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