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A Hetalia Fairytale 3Gilbert returned the borrowed horse to the Bonnefoy estate, with some hope that he would see the girl with the gold pigtails. Unfortunately, he only met with the elderly housekeeper and the lady of the house as he was leaving.
"Oh, your highness, what a pleasant surprise." She smiled sweetly as she bowed. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this house call?"
"I um was just returning a horse."
"Oh? Did it run away?"
"Uh no. I took it and I apologize. And I seemed to scare the crap out of one of your servants." He grinned. "A young lady with quite a strong arm and quite the spirit. And she didn't recognize me."
"Oh, I don't know who you're talking about." She had a puzzled look on her face. Oh. Then who WAS that girl? "Are you sure they didn't have thick eyebrows? That would be Arthur and I can assure you he will be reprimanded for his disrespect." Thick eyebrows on a girl? Gilbert shuddered at the thought.
"No, it was definitely a girl. And it's uh alright." Not only did he ge
A Hetalia Fairytale 2Gilbert landed on the outside of the castle walls, successful in escaping his prison with no one catching him. He was downright furious that his parents took away his last freedom he had. All his life, he's been told that someday, he would be king and he attended a whole bunch of boring shit. Dances, trials, games, more damn dances. His life was very restricted and it was easier to make a list of things that he was allowed to do but either way, his life still sucked despite being of royal blood. He was free to come and go as he pleased as long as it was in the kingdom. He was allowed to make friends with anyone he wished, provided by they had his parents' approval, namely his father's. And he was promised when he was younger that he would be able to choose who he wanted to marry that is IF he wanted to marry, which he didn't.
He was headed for the stables to get a horse when a sound made him jump out of his skin. He whipped around and saw Levi, his favourite bloodhound. Or technically,
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A Special Spot
You walked through the woods, your footsteps loudly crunching over foliage as you trudged up a tall hill. However, your heavy breathing and quickly beating heart didnt bother you; after all, you were going to the best spot for reading and sketching in all of your town; no. Probably in the whole world. Drawing and reading were difficult to do in the loud noise of your home, with all of the cleaning and chores your family was always pressing upon you. School was even worse, with people looking over your shoulder or bothering you while you tried to work. And them always after you Shaking these disruptive thoughts out of your head, you admired the lush summer paradise that bloomed about you. The dappled golden light of the woods spilled across your face like a warm honey glow, and the air was laden with the perfumes of flowers that bloomed on the ground and on bushes in a dazzling array of pastel and n
Hetalia Fairytale 5As Emilia and her daughters were walking up the church steps, Ivanna was scanning the area to see if she could spot Prince Gilbert once more and strike up another long conversation and eventually spend the day alongside him once more. He seemed to be enjoying her company and she most certainly enjoyed his. She was able to spot the king and queen whom everyone made way for but Gilbert was not with them.
Ivanna's dream to be the most powerful person in the country. Ever since she was young, people respected her, adored her and gave her what she wanted when she wanted it. However, she learned that she was not the most adored person and that infuriated her for some reason. She had to be the most powerful. She had to be number one. She had to run the world the way she wanted it without any objections. And to do that, she decided that people must 'become one with her' to become the most powerful. If she's happy, everyone else is happy. Or they will be.
She was almost at her goal and it was o
No one :FrUK:What am I even doing here.
The assistant looks at me with sympathy. At first I think it’s because of my aspect – I have to look very stupid, wearing a tie in May, with at least 30 degrees Celsius. But I’m not the only one – somebody even has a coat, and she doesn’t say a word. Maybe I have something on my face? Maybe I just look very tired. She says something, but I’m lost in thoughts. I’m sorry, can you repeat, please?
“First time, isn’t it?” She said.
So that’s it.
I guess my face states exactly how I feel right now. Embarrassed, afraid and confused. Because I don’t really know what the bloody hell I’m planning to accomplish, standing here like an idiot.
She asks me to answer some simple questions so she can fill my form. What kind of questions, I ask? She laughs. I must look so stupid.
“Name?” I’d rather keep that secret. Only God knows how much America would laugh if he found out I
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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