New boy - FrUkHe was a new kid in my class. Not that I cared. To me, he was just another annoying kid. I sighed, resting my head on my desk; I hadn't been feeling well at all.
"Why don't you tell us your name, hmm?" I heard my teacher's over-caring voice say. I looked up at the boy and groaned. "Francis Bonnefoy~" He said in his heavy French accent. I rolled my eyes. "Ok, Francis, You can sit by Arthur. Raise your hand, Please, Arthur." I sat up straight and put my hand in the air half-heartedly. Francis walked over and sat next to me, the lesson for that day began.
My head went back onto the desk, when I felt a poke on the back of my head. "Hey, Chéri, Can I borrow a pencil?" I sat up, took the only pencil I had, and chucked it at the kid. "Don't talk to me in the language." He smiled at me, none the less. "Merci!" I threw my head back on the desk, grumbling. I knew I was gonna grow to hate this 'Francis Bonnefoy'.
I'd hardly got through three of my classes. I threw up once, cough
Immortal Storm France Part 1It was such a long time ago, yet it feels like it had happened just recently. But, no matter how large the gap of time becomes, it will always scar me the same way forever.
It was late Febuary. Arthur and I had just left a World Conference together and were about to go out to get something to eat. Arthur and I were "depating", of course, over where we were going to go.
"I want to go to Boisdale of Belgravia! They're tea is spectacular."
"Do you WANT to kill us with your shitty British food?! Besides, we are going for food, not tea, so we will go to La Tour d'Argent!"
Then, as usual, Alfred butts in and trys to persuade us to join him at one of his favorite fast-food places, but I knew his real goal was really to be with Arthur. I wasn't surprised with how quickly Arthur agreed, and I knew I had little chance of changing anything that Alfred wanted with Arthur around.
Arthur always acts so much diffrently when he is with Alfred," I thought to myself, Its almost like I don't ma
Franada: Papa Dont PreachP A P A D O N `T P R E A CH
Warning: Yaoi, MPreg, Angst with a happy ending
Canada lay in his red and white styled room, the moonlight streaming through the curtains and keeping the room from falling into complete darkness.Though Canada wished it would. He felt horrible, disgusted with himself, and he just wished for the night to swallow him up.His face was tear stained and his pillow was stained with same splattered tears.Sobs wracked the frail blonde`s figure, he gripped the sheets as tight as his shaky hands would let him. "Mathieu..." The older blonde man said patting Canada`s hair trying to sooth him for the past couple of hours."I`m sure you may be over reacting a little....Arthur is more understanding than you think.."France tried to convince his little lover.
"Francis...Y-you don`t know my Papa like I do....He won`
Hetalia A Gentlemen's First Kiss"So Britain!" America started his voice loud as usual. "Who was your first kiss?~"
England's face flushed a burning pink as he slipped into his memories.
A younger Britain was walking deep in the middle of a forest. Not saying a word or stopping to chat to his magical friends, he was headed to the heart of the forest- where there was a plain, which only had one, big, but really old tree. Getting closer to the heart, England could see a figure sitting in front of the tree. The Englishman's eyes sparkled as his pace quicken to the figure. As he entered the heart, he returned his old pace, calming to greet the man, who was reading a book in a foreign Language. As England's shadow blocked the sun's view for the figure, the man looked up, pushed his long blonde hair out of his face, and smiled. The man's cool blue eyes were as calm as ever as he greeted, "Bonjour Angleterre~ "
England nodded. He wondered how this man could keep such Icy eyes, AND yet, have such a warm impression. "France, c
Immortal Storm Part 6 FranceIt all happened so fast. I couldn't do anything, I don't know why, I just couldn't. I'm standing there, watching as the person who just risked their life for me, stab the man whom took him away so many months ago. Now, this hell was all going to end here.
Alfred collapsed, right there and then. The last words I ever heard from him were "Arthur... Why?" before Arthur stabbed him again, killing him. After this, he got up, turned around and saw my wound. "Lets get you to a hospital."
But I wouldn't let him walk, not with a wound like that, far more severe than mine. I walked over to him, and picked him up, holding him over my good shoulder. "What are you doing, you bloody fool?! You're hurt! Put me down now!" Despite his nagging, I wouldn't put him down. I would never put him down again.
As a result of my wound and Arthur's extra weight, it delayed our goal of getting to the hospital greatly. When we finally got there, I stumbled into the parking lot with Arthur on my shouldar. "Arthur, w