Heart & Brain, Love in Vain"Mon cher."No response."Mon fils."The colony's back is still turned, though the words cause him to flinch."Mathieu."His heartstrings tangle, his fists clench and his eyes fill with tears."I want you back."His heart wills for him to speak, yet his brain forces him to remain silent. As always."S'il vous plait."He hears the longing in the soft whisper, and it takes all of his will power to restrain himself, stop himself from running to the pleading nation. For the Canadian knew that he would hold him, and never let go."Je t'aime."His violet eyes widen in shock. His throat tightens. His heart pounds against his ribcage, threatening to explode. But his brain tells him to be calm. To be mature. Reasonable."I belong to the British Empire now. I love Arthur."According to his brain this was reasonable, sensible. To his heart this was irrational, stupid."Q-Quoi...?"The last three words spoken by the boy shattered the Frenchman's heart i
World Series 3 voice actor outtakes and bloopersCaution, kids and foul words ahead. You have been warned.
Feli Ch 9Feliciano flew through the hospital doors at a breakneck pace. His tear-filled eyes scanned the room frantically before landing on the receptionist's desk. He quickly made his way to the blonde man at the desk and slammed his hands against the counter in order to gain his attention. The blonde jumped with surprise before smiling at the frantic Italian. "Oui. What may I do for you sir?" "My brother is here! I need to see him!" he cried. "What room is he in? Tell me what room he's in! Why won't you tell me? I need to see him now!!" "Alright. Please calm down mon ami," the blonde said in a calming voice. "What is his name?" "Lovino V
Daydreaming of Affections Russia/Fem!China"Ivan~!" A high pitched voice called, a thick Chinese lilt adding to the already seductive tone.The Russian man stopped in his tracks, eyes widening at the tone of voice. Dropping his bag and unraveling his scarf he allowed it to fall before he moved further into the house, looking for his love."Chun-Yan?" He called, looking around. Smiling he peeked around the corners, his smile fading every time he did not find his Chinese love."Chun-Yan?" He called once more, violet eyes scanning the house in search of her.A giggle was the only thing he received, sounding like it was coming from all angles of the house only serving to confuse him m
Productivity in 15 minutes: The Dust Bowl (poem)As I watch the wind blow by,The dust is ever flowing throughout the air I breathe.The grit you feel against the skin,Your teeth,The dust was inescapable.Here, dust is a part of life.The thirsty earth, begging for water,The life is slowly slipping away from the once rich,Beautiful, and fertile land.This is life in the Dust Bowl.The land at which we stripped away from its natural beauty,All for our personal gain.Everyday you heard the straining motors the automobiles leaving,Packing everything, Everybody yearning to start anew.I sat on the dust-covered porch, dreaming "Somewhere is a distant place of green v
UKxReader: Waiting part 1You sat in your living room, happy as could be! Today was a very special day for you. You have been dating England for a while, and he's asked you to go on a date at a cafe, /and maybe~/ you thought..The door bell rang and you jumped up and swung the door pen to see an American, stuffing his face full of burgers. Your face turned from happy-go-lucky..to bored, or rather annoyed. America is your best friend, but sometimes he just got on your nerves.America looked at you with a friendly smile and handed you a folded paper. "Here ya go, dude! Eyebrows wanted me to deliver it to you!" He gave you a little wink before stuffing his face with an