Rin-Kaneko

Ludwig went to his locker after his last class to fetch his gym clothes, with Kiku in tow, nattering on about this problem the school was having with his name; misspelling it in three different ways across the board. Ludwig nodded along with him but had stopped paying attention, his mind was else where, hoping now that he would pass the school trials, hopefully make the top 5. “Ja,” he said again, checking the size of his shirt, making sure he had the right one. “Then why did you just answer ‘Ja’? It’s rude to not listen to me,” Kiku frowned. “Huh,” Ludwig said, finally bringing his eye

    Friends For Lovers Morning always seemed to come far too soon. Germany lay with closed eyes, and a hand to his forehead. A warm youth lay still next to him, those august sun-soaked colored eyes; hidden behind lids like petals. Sighing and adjusting to the morning breakout, Germany opened his eyes. Eyes that were set only onto his lover, (as of last night.) Taking in what he could of the sight, he embraced the view of the sleeping Italian, brushing away the strands of hair that were out of place. The only prevented him from taking in what he wanted to see, burning that image into his heart, eyes, and brain. Anything, to keep the moment

 31.12.20** Dear Diary, It's official. I'm dating Alice now. I haven't had a girlfriend in years. And that first one was only a week during a break during school. I'm terrified and yet not at the same time. I want to be a good boyfriend to her. I want to make her happy… Mein Gott, I can see my Vatti just scowling in disappointment right now. I wasn't exactly allowed to be this way when I was younger. I was taught to fight and be in the military all my life. I almost forgot what it was like to feel like this. ******* Ludwig sighed as he walked up the stairs to his bedroom. He walked in and grabbed his training clothes off of the end

"Wouldn't it just be better if I disappeared brother?" Feliciano asked. Lovino's hands were shaking. "What the hell are you talking about?" Feliciano smiled. "If I died. It would be better wouldn't it? I mean you'll be called who you really are." Lovino snorted. "I already am called who I am. Romano." Feliciano shook his head. "No, you are not Romano." Feliciano started to disappear in front of Lovino's wide and fear filled eyes. "You are Italy." Feliciano whispered before he disappeared completely. Romano sat up in bed breathing heavily suddenly. His hand came to grip at the cross hanging from his neck comfortingly. He took deep breat

"Luck, fate," Otto shrugged,"Love, strong will, G-tt's protection... For you, my baby bruder." "Ve? Y-you think Luddy's the means I still l-live?" Feliciano rubbed at his tears and Ooto felt a rueful smile grace his lips. "I think someone knew you'd meet und that he vould protect you vith his all." Holy Rome patted Italy's shoulder. Tears waterfalled once more and Feli hugged Otto all of a sudden, "I'm sorry." "Vhat for?" Otto asked, hugging back loosely. "V-ve, for f-falling for someone else." Feliciano sniffled. "It's fine. I shouldn't have done all I have." Otto murmured, "I'm sorry. I vant you to be happy." "Ve~! I want you to e ha

Warning! Personified countries! Human names used! Bad spelling! "Ahh! What if he says no?! What if he says yes but doesn't mean it?!" Feliciano exclaimed, flailing about the small room. "Ita-chan, you doon't need to worry about that! He'll say yes and mean it." Liz sighed at him. Feli hugged her tightly. "But what if he doesn't?!" Feli worried. "He will, he will." Liz soothed. Lovi walked in. "Oi! Veneziano, you better not keep that potato bastard waiting!" Lovi said, not as much venom in the insult as usual. "Ahhhh, r-right! Ve~!" Feli stammered, straightening. Liz laughed, gave Feli's hands a brief squeeze and went outside. "C'mon th

Ludwig swallowed hard, clearing his throat as he led Feliciano to a table for two by the window, he bit his lip, suddenly unable to look Feliciano in the eye. “What would you like..?” he asked sheepishly, barely moving his lips. Feliciano looked up at him, taking a seat, his mouth lulled open slightly, “Uh… just a latte please,” he replied equally quietly. Ludwig nodded and turned to walk to the counter to order, leaving Feliciano behind to ponder what had happened. Ludwig hadn’t answered him. Was that a no? Was that a bad thing? He shouldn’t have asked, it was too soon, he hadn’t been think

Ludwig looked around as he entered the house, frowning softly; none of the lights downstairs were on, the tv wasn’t on either. Feliciano was always so bad at remembering to turn off things off, why were they all off? “Feliciano?” Ludwig called into the dark, turning on the livingroom light and seeing that Feliciano wasn’t on the sofa. He walked through the house, looking in each room before finding Feliciano huddled in the corner of the baby’s room, holding one of the larger plush toys to his chest, burying his face into it. “…Feliciano,” Ludwig said again, again not getting a response from the

A rather ornate teapot rocketed through the air, forcing Japan to duck suddenly, and the teapot smashed into Germany’s head, breaking instantly, causing hot tea to splash into his face. Germany swore loudly and for a reasonable amount of time that Japan had hold his hands over Italy’s ears to stop him from hearing. In front of them stood a battlefield. On either side of the table lay two long upturned tables that served as barriers from incoming missiles of rock cakes, teapots and lumps of sugar that were continuously chucked over into the enemy’s territory. Heads overlooked each side of the garden, eyeing each other angril

     "Uuuuuugh." Gilbert groaned at the brilliant golden light seeping through the curtains of his otherwise dark room. The light... it irritated his hung-over mind. He rolled over, trying to escape the bright source of illumination. The pounding in his head hurt badly.     Fed up with the consistent, painful pounding, the platinum blonde opened his eyes then sat up.... or at least tried to. The movement spun his view, upsetting his hung-over mind even more. "Gaaaaah...." He clutched his head in his pale hands.     What happened...?     He swung his legs over the edge, slowly, and looked around. A glass of water and pill(s) sat on his n

Francis breathes heavily and gulps as he left the blade under his throat. He looks at Arthur and gave a small smile, "I didn't exspect for me to win....put atleast I can tell myself I tried..." "Aye, I suppose you did." "So....what now amour?" he asks, looking at him with those sea blue eyes. "Stop calling me that!" Francis frowns, "I have always called you amour....even when we were little." "Why do you insist on it, after all I've done to you?" "Like I said Arthur, I still see the farmboy I played with, fell in love with, and slept with. We were together all our childhood....and I loved you so....even after you turned down my purposal

WARNING: no apto para homofóbos. *Referencias de todo tipo. *Hemorragias nasales. *Romanito tendrá su venganza (leer cap 5 para entender). *Random. *Una canción =D *Muchos 'Ahhh'. *Una suegra no muy... encantadora. *Vamos a hacerlo fácil: la mayoría aquí tiene 15-18, están enamorados y con deseos babosos. *Ningún corazón ha sido roto durant... No, espera. Pasó. :bulletpurple:Nah, ninguna advertencia de este tipo. *Esto clasifica como PG-14 por sus referencias/situaciones (y porque es yaoi ~Derpplz (https://www.deviantart.com/derpplz)). *Por cierto: Abel=Holanda. Título completo: "Ese italiano... en mi club. Parte 1:

Chapter Nine: Confrontation Antonio could feel his heart hammering away in his chest as he sped down the halls of the hospital, intent on pursuing Lovino before the escapee got too far away. He had been shocked to hear that the patient had gone missing and was already dreading what would happen if the Don found out. The fact that Lovino’s father was in captivity wasn’t even a small comfort to him. The man was powerful, more powerful than Antonio or any other police officer could ever hope to control, and if he learned the police force had broken their end of the bargain yet again, there was no telling what he would do...At the ve

WARNING! This is extremely dark, and has a few triggers such as torture, blood, and character death. This DOES NOT have a happy ending. He doesn't know what time loop they're in; he can't trust his memories, he can't trust his dreams, he can barely trust himself. His trust lies solely in the promises between nations and the bonds of friendship that continue to overcome the odds and adversities in the mansion. Italy yawns and rubs at his stinging eyes. When was the last time he slept? He can't remember. It's an unimportant memory overshadowed by life-or-death situations alongside many other memories that have grown obsolete. The earlier time

You had never been afraid of much. You were tough, and that was why you had come here in the first place. To this ruined swathe of shattered glass and broken homes. Towers lay on their sides like tilted dominoes. The air was still and devoid of any sound or smell. It felt haunted. And no wonder. So many had died here that just walking among the rubble gave you chills. But you had come here for a reason, and you would see that your duty was fulfilled. Your duty to your family who you had been forced to abandon, and who had no doubt been killed by his hand. A shard of scorched fibre cracked under the sole of your heavy boot. You had come in y

"Levi, do you mind telling me where we're going?" You asked walking up to speed with him. You leaned closer to him, eyebrows furrowed in concern. There was tension in the air as you neared the exit of the carnival. "Somewhere private." He muttered quickly. The irritation was written all over his face. You fell back to your original spot, right beside Eren, who was unusually quiet. It made you nervous how all of their demeanors changed. Once being happy and laughing and shoving cotton candy in each other's faces to one of seriousness and attentive of their surroundings. Something dangerous was brewing, and Levi wasn't planning on telling you