Since when has Easter been about fluffy bunnies and yellow chicks passing out colored eggs to children? He means, where'd the chicks come from, not the bunnies or eggs. Isn't it about the resurrection of Jesus, or something? Aren't they supposed to go to church? At least, that's what Ludwig was taught back in his Christian school all those years ago. Gilbert had been in that class too, but never paid attention, so apparently Germany is the only one who remembers.
He tightens the lilac tie around his neck, which stands out brightly against his black suit. Just up the sidewalk sits Antonio's house, where they will be spending the day and eatin
Hetalia -FrUK- What I Really Think by Janop1, literature
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Hetalia -FrUK- What I Really Think
"There.." France hums softly as he ever so carefully lays the heated washcloth over England's already steaming forehead. "Does that feel any better, 'un?"
Britain's glassy green eyes flick upward to look at France. Besides the foggy gaze, his cheeks are bright red, and his blonde hair is practically drenched in sweat. In an attempt to help himself, he is dressed head to toe in warm clothing: a purple hoodie, black sweatpants and fluffy gray socks. He rests with a pillow against his back on the couch in the living room, the drawn curtains keeping the sun from the window out of his eyes. "A little.." He gripes, voice hoarse.
Poor England. The
~Hetalia - Switzerland - It's Time We'd Forgotten~ by Janop1, literature
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~Hetalia - Switzerland - It's Time We'd Forgotten~
"Dis looks real pretty here, big broder.." Liechtenstein hums, rubbing her finger and thumb against the velvety soft petal of the single edelweiss flower in a glass vase on the kitchen table. Her mint eyes shine happily as she inspects the plant.
"Äbä, I zuppose.." Switzerland mutters, fiddling around with the heavy wooden rifle in his lap. He's only half paying attention to what she says, frequently glancing up at her from across the table where he sits, to make sure she isn't doing anything he wouldn't approve of. Not like she would, though. The real problem is this stupid jammed gun. "Scheisse!" Vash curses, violently tugging
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HetaOni Crack Fic - Let's Call It Steve
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Each sound causes every man in the room to jump. Even Germany, who's fast asleep on the cot in the far back.
Like every day after painful day, the group of nations called the Allies and Axis -as well as Spain- are huddled together in the safe room Ludwig had helped build on one of the upper levels of the mansion. Outside the door stands one of the alien-like monsters that has been harassing them for who knows how long. It won't stop pounding on the door, though it isn't possible for the creature to get in. But it doesn't know that.
Romano is clustered in the kitchen with the Spaniard, muttering to himself, while America t
Hetalia - Germany and Prussia: Brotherly Love? by Janop1, literature
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Hetalia - Germany and Prussia: Brotherly Love?
It's good, not waking up to an alarm clock. It's a pain having the buzzer blasting in his left ear, causing him to shoot up and out. Then it's get dressed, do twenty push-ups, and off to training. Not on Sunday mornings, however. That's when he wakes up on his own, without the alarm clock telling him to. But he still does the push-ups.
Germany's blue eyes blink open, pupils shrinking at the sudden exposure to the sunlight that's casting a bright bar-shape onto his covers. Dust and other particles zoom in and out of sight within it. The clock reads eleven. He lets out a yawn, jaw opening wide like a lion's as he sits up. Ludwig scratches at h
Got His Mind Set on You - Beatles Fic [Dylarrison] by Janop1, literature
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Got His Mind Set on You - Beatles Fic [Dylarrison]
September 9th, 1964
"George, 'm seriously gettin' concerned fer your health."
"Concerned fer me- what's tha' supposed t' mean?"
Paul puts his hands on his hips and shifts all his weight onto his left foot. "Yeh know exactly what 'm talkin' about." He nods toward the foot of George's hotel-room bed, on which a pile of records is scattered. Bob Dylan records, to be exact. And a lot of them. The small record player at the back of the room is humming out some of his tunes as well. "This obsession of yers is weirdin' me out. Ever since we met te guy, ye've been all over 'im and 'is records."
George looks up at Paul from where he lays belly-do
Since when has Easter been about fluffy bunnies and yellow chicks passing out colored eggs to children? He means, where'd the chicks come from, not the bunnies or eggs. Isn't it about the resurrection of Jesus, or something? Aren't they supposed to go to church? At least, that's what Ludwig was taught back in his Christian school all those years ago. Gilbert had been in that class too, but never paid attention, so apparently Germany is the only one who remembers.
He tightens the lilac tie around his neck, which stands out brightly against his black suit. Just up the sidewalk sits Antonio's house, where they will be spending the day and eatin
Hetalia -FrUK- What I Really Think by Janop1, literature
Literature
Hetalia -FrUK- What I Really Think
"There.." France hums softly as he ever so carefully lays the heated washcloth over England's already steaming forehead. "Does that feel any better, 'un?"
Britain's glassy green eyes flick upward to look at France. Besides the foggy gaze, his cheeks are bright red, and his blonde hair is practically drenched in sweat. In an attempt to help himself, he is dressed head to toe in warm clothing: a purple hoodie, black sweatpants and fluffy gray socks. He rests with a pillow against his back on the couch in the living room, the drawn curtains keeping the sun from the window out of his eyes. "A little.." He gripes, voice hoarse.
Poor England. The
~Hetalia - Switzerland - It's Time We'd Forgotten~ by Janop1, literature
Literature
~Hetalia - Switzerland - It's Time We'd Forgotten~
"Dis looks real pretty here, big broder.." Liechtenstein hums, rubbing her finger and thumb against the velvety soft petal of the single edelweiss flower in a glass vase on the kitchen table. Her mint eyes shine happily as she inspects the plant.
"Äbä, I zuppose.." Switzerland mutters, fiddling around with the heavy wooden rifle in his lap. He's only half paying attention to what she says, frequently glancing up at her from across the table where he sits, to make sure she isn't doing anything he wouldn't approve of. Not like she would, though. The real problem is this stupid jammed gun. "Scheisse!" Vash curses, violently tugging
HetaOni Crack Fic - Let's Call It Steve by Janop1, literature
Literature
HetaOni Crack Fic - Let's Call It Steve
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Each sound causes every man in the room to jump. Even Germany, who's fast asleep on the cot in the far back.
Like every day after painful day, the group of nations called the Allies and Axis -as well as Spain- are huddled together in the safe room Ludwig had helped build on one of the upper levels of the mansion. Outside the door stands one of the alien-like monsters that has been harassing them for who knows how long. It won't stop pounding on the door, though it isn't possible for the creature to get in. But it doesn't know that.
Romano is clustered in the kitchen with the Spaniard, muttering to himself, while America t
Hetalia - Germany and Prussia: Brotherly Love? by Janop1, literature
Literature
Hetalia - Germany and Prussia: Brotherly Love?
It's good, not waking up to an alarm clock. It's a pain having the buzzer blasting in his left ear, causing him to shoot up and out. Then it's get dressed, do twenty push-ups, and off to training. Not on Sunday mornings, however. That's when he wakes up on his own, without the alarm clock telling him to. But he still does the push-ups.
Germany's blue eyes blink open, pupils shrinking at the sudden exposure to the sunlight that's casting a bright bar-shape onto his covers. Dust and other particles zoom in and out of sight within it. The clock reads eleven. He lets out a yawn, jaw opening wide like a lion's as he sits up. Ludwig scratches at h
Got His Mind Set on You - Beatles Fic [Dylarrison] by Janop1, literature
Literature
Got His Mind Set on You - Beatles Fic [Dylarrison]
September 9th, 1964
"George, 'm seriously gettin' concerned fer your health."
"Concerned fer me- what's tha' supposed t' mean?"
Paul puts his hands on his hips and shifts all his weight onto his left foot. "Yeh know exactly what 'm talkin' about." He nods toward the foot of George's hotel-room bed, on which a pile of records is scattered. Bob Dylan records, to be exact. And a lot of them. The small record player at the back of the room is humming out some of his tunes as well. "This obsession of yers is weirdin' me out. Ever since we met te guy, ye've been all over 'im and 'is records."
George looks up at Paul from where he lays belly-do
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