#Ivan is yelling at me and keeping me in his basement.

[winterjart]

Saddest thing ever creating something and not being able to flesh it out into the most fully-articulated, complex, and polished work you can imagine possible.

[amiramorozova]

Dual Summoner and the Darkling pt. 27

Darkling's pov: 

The day of the winter Fete I'd returned early to make sure Amira was ready. Walking down the hall I saw her looking out the window in her usual Kefta being curious about what was outside. I knew she hadn't gotten out much with my mother keeping her constantly training and the only time she had freedom was during the week I'd taken her to the north to see what the first army was like.

"Does it amuse you?" I asked her, she looked at me for a second, surprised to see me before she looked back out the window. "Can we go out there?" Amira asked

"Out to the circus the Queen has hired? People might recognize you." I said knowing the Dual summoner had gotten around to people but her identity of being such to the people had been kept out of range except her name.

"Please Aleksander. I am tired of being locked up in the little palace and I loved being outside the little palace feeling free." Amira begged

I walked over to Amira, taking her hand bringing it up to where I could kiss the top of it as my eyes never left hers. Her yearning for the outdoors of this place is evident on her face from being denied out of here. Debating what was the best course of action to take with her before I decided to give in to her wishes. Leading her down a path I had a cloak and put it over her shoulders to conceal her Kefta then placed my arm around her as I led her around. 

Watching her curiosity of what this circus the Queen had come here was enough to make her happy. For a few moments as we walked and I let her enjoy her time to take part in what was going on it felt different. Being with her always felt different than when I had one of the 2nd army around. It felt almost like we were not generals and soldiers or 2nd army Grisha but normal people. I knew better than to let that thought linger she and I would always be Grisha and eternal but the fact she was so sheltered here was noticeable. Noticing people staring at us I kissed her and she responded which helped us blend in even more.

We walked for a bit afterwards as the circus had a performance to represent her defeating Volcra. I couldn't tell at first if she was scared of the idea or she was upset with the representation but like most people were looking at her for the sun. Leading her away I saw she started to cry and wiped her eyes. "Don't cry, it's not worth your tears." I told her

That night at the Fete I greeted the royals as usual before I walked around. Most of the Grisha were doing their performances when I sensed her before I saw her. She was leaning against the wall, her black silk Kefta perfectly framing her and to know she was going to be my wife someday was the best feeling. 

"Ah there you are." I said as she seemed statledosing her concentration. "You are breathtaking, Amira."

"Thank you." She said with a curtsy 

When the music started playing I offered my hand to her "Would you like to dance?" I asked as she put her hand in mine. I was glad that she was very comfortable with me as we danced but I knew that I had plans for tonight. Keeping hold of her hand I was able to slip the ring off of her without her noticing as I was going to ask her officially but I got her over to the stage and we did our performance. As I slapped my hands together to make it dark then turned to her as she did her part of the performance I knew she was only doing half of her power as she looked at me once it was done. Offering my hand to her I knew exactly what to do as I kneeled down in front of her seeing her surprised.

"Amira Silina, Dual Summoner, will you marry me?" I asked her 

I could see she was in surprise being this was in front of everyone at the Fete but she could say no or she could say yes. 

"Yes, General Kirigan." Amira said 

I slipped the ring back where it belonged on her hand as I led her through the crowd but many people wanted to talk with her. I amused the nobles for a bit to talk to our Dual Summoner as they gave her regards for the engagement and then they were talking of high hopes for destroying the fold. If they called her a sun summoner I would mention that she was not just that but a Dual Summoner accepting all of her was vital. Soon though  I noticed she wanted away from the others so I used my powers to conceal us and got both of us to the war room.

"I don't remember this on the schedule." Amira jokes

"I figured you wanted away from everyone." I said

Hearing her laugh a bit seeing her happy to be alone was great but she caught me off guard as she pulled me to her kissing me. I kissed her back, my arms wrapping around her securely. I lifted her up on my war table as we continued to kiss. I'd been with others over 400 years but something about her always felt different than the others. Things had been going slow and it felt like this might be our next step in our relationship so I pulled away from her for a second.

"Are you sure?" Aleksander asked

"Yes, I am." I said

I claimed her lips again in a kiss before we started to make out again, things getting very personal as her arms went around my neck. We had to stop when there was a knock on the door. I could see she wasn't happy about it but also she smiled at me as I kissed her once more before heading over to the door seeing Ivan.

"What?" I asked

"The Tidemaker was attacked in the room. Amira was the target." Ivan said, "We have the suspect in custody and there is word on the stag."

"I'll be right there." I said 

I walked over to her and put a hand on her cheek seeing that she looked worried. I realized if she'd been going into a dressing room how much she could have been hurt. Her father would probably kill me or try to if she'd been hurt or worse killed.

"Is everything alright?" Amira asked

"Wait here guards will be outside the room. Don't leave." I said assuring her, "I need you safe."

She put her hand over mine as she looked at me "I'll be waiting and Aleksander I think you're right. Let's get married after the stag is found." Amira said

The idea of having her walk down that aisle with the intention to marry me was an idea that I liked. I knew already about the soulmates and how I'd seen her initials on my wrist. I removed my hand as I started to walk away before coming back and kissing her as she smiled then I left. I couldn't have been gone more than ten minutes when I came back and she was not there anymore.

mother.  I thought 

I heard the tracker found the stag but refused to come and give its location that he was wounded. I ran out to look around the grounds for her when I heard the commotion and I saw the carriage going. Her standing there on it's edge looking and holding on.

"AMIRA!" I yelled 

I saw her get pulled into the carriage not knowing if she was taken hostage or if she left on her own but that was enough. I put the order out to find her no matter what and that I wanted the tracker to be sent to a healer so he could tell me where the Stag was.

"Shame isn't it?" Baghra said from behind me

"You did this." I said 

"You intend to get the stag and put it on her, making her a slave." Baghra said 

"A regular Sun Summoner would be useful but she is a Dual Summoner, she has become everything. The Future of our people, more than I am." I said

"Yes, but where is she going?" Baghra asked

"Careful, she's more important than you right now." I said 

"Good Luck finding her Aleksander, I would guess you'd need a skilled tracker to track her movements. I may be less important to you but she looks at me as an example." Baghra said 

Days went by as I got reports from people who were looking for her and yet no one had seen her! How could she sneak past so many guards and where was she hiding? I decided to leave the little palace and search for her on my own with a few people to come along. I started to think about what Amira might be doing as she'd never been on her own and of course we'd noted Marie and Nadia were missing too so I knew she had her assigned guards with her. Those three would be a force to deal with on their own but I thought of where she might go.

she wouldn't go seek her parents, would she? I thought

When it came down to the truth we went about looking over every city knowing she hadn't gotten past the fold. I could feel it she was close and when I looked at my wrist pulling the kefta down I saw her initials faintly there so I knew we were on the right track but when they faded again once we went a certain direction I questioned where she was hiding.

I will find her. I thought

Amira's pov: 

I kept watching on my wrist as it was there but then it faded as I gave a sigh of relief knowing that there was another city close to Keramsin. We were to wait out there and it was hard not to want to leave but we stayed down in the basement where it was easy. If grandma Catalina was answering the door it was just someone bringing the usual milk.

"Are you ok?" Marie asked

"He isn't looking at his wrist to know if I'm close." I said

"That's good." Nadia said

We waited there in silence that felt like forever until I heard the sound of the front door again and the person walked into the house. I had my dagger in case I needed it ready to attack but when grandma came down I calmed down. I put my dagger away when I saw my parents and I went over and hugged them.

"Amira, you're safe." Father said

"You are safe Amira." Mother said

"We need to get moving, Morozova's stag is somewhere." I said

I heard the sound of someone else coming down and I saw Nico, he seemed surprised where I was. I questioned if he was still on my side or was he working with my fiance. When he walked over and hugged me I was surprised but I hugged him back.

"We need to get moving. Your name is in every town looking for the girl with the black engagement ring." Nico said as he took my hands and removed my gloves seeing the engagement ring. "So you are going to marry him?"

"It was arranged and he did ask in front of nobles I couldn't say no." I said

"Are you still going to go through with it?" Nico asked

I looked at my wrist as I knew that the letters were not there but I traced his initials on my wrist. My father must have noticed cause he grabbed my free hand and he made me look at him. I knew the truth that his arrangement was not what he thought.

"He's your soulmate?" Father asked

"Yes." I said

We decided over a plan as we discussed it before I saw someone come in a woman with a little boy who had a bracelet like I had once. I knew what he was before I even had to say anything as I just knew. Yet I didn't know who she was as I looked a bit curiously knowing that there were many things I didn't know about this family.

"Who are you?" I asked

"I am Analise, this is my son Adrian." Analise said 

"Hello sister." Father said 

"Hello  Alejandro." Analise said then she looked at me "you're Amira, the one the Darkling is looking for." 

"My daughter, Amira. Dual Summoner." Father said 

"So is my son but he is Inferni and Tidemaker" Analise said 

I was in shock but I knew that there was no time and we all decided to leave as a group. Turns out my grandparents saved every dime to get their own carriage so we were able to use it to travel and the cloth covered the windows so I was concealed. Inside the carriage with me was Father, Mother, Marie, Nadia, Analise, Nico and Adrian. My grandparents were leading the carriage while Nico had given coordinates where to go.

I closed my eyes to try and sleep while we were going and somehow I was able to but once we made it so far we had to go on foot. I told everyone we should split up if I was caught by my fiance they didn't need to get caught with me.

We split into three groups of two groups of five so that way we would be able to keep the power even. Nico was a tracker but he was going with me if I had to get the stag before Aleksander. We split up in the woods as we were moving. Nico focused and it was like he could feel it as we were waiting to get through.

I happen to look at my wrist seeing the initials again seeming brighter than last time. I knew we would come face to face no matter what I did. I was glad things were going well but once we were close I told dad to get Nico out of there but mom did. The Stag made itself known and I was ready or so I thought. While looking at it though, my consciousness that told me I wasn't a killer came back and I fell to the ground in front of it. 

I can't do this. I can't kill such a magnificent creature.  I thought with a few tears

I felt something nudge me with it's nose as I looked up seeing the stag and I wondered if there was another way to do this. I placed a hand on it's snout and the radiant power that went through me was amazing as I carefully stood up. I smiled looking at it feeling it's power merging with my own but then I felt pain on my side and I fell from the stag. 

"Amira!" Father said as he got over to me and he carefully picked me up

"Easy, I wasn't going to hurt her." Aleksander said 

I saw him forming shadows and instinct took over as I put light up knowing that the bulletproof Kefta was a lifesaver for me. I could run out of power if not careful as I looked at him knowing that he figured it out that I was going after the Stag.

"I'm disappointed in you Amira, I thought we were on the same page of things. You were coming after the stag this whole time." Aleksander said 

"You just want to kill it for its power." I said 

"It's for you." Aleksander said 

"Lies, if you kill it you get the amplifier." I said 

"Believe as you want for now but you can't protect it." Aleksander said 

I wanted to deny it but the stag ran in fear and before I knew it he killed it before my eyes. I'd failed at what Baghra wanted and asked me for but I was starting to drain my energy from holding this.

"Now please hand her over." Aleksander asked

"No." Father said 

As my hand fell from holding the light the last thing I saw was a flash of light and the feeling of being carried. I was in and out of consciousness from being tired but I heard father say he was going to hide me for as long as he could. 

[albino-whumpee]

An old thing 3

First Continued from here

Look, I´m embarrassed of how I came up with something as fucked up as this. I´m very sorry to the people who read the first version of this and I do hope you´re doing ok. It´s never my intention or objective to make anyone feel wrong with the things I do. There´s a reason my art style is soft.  So I send anyone who felt uncomfortable about this, an apology.  However, I wanna believe I can share this under the “No matter how rough and dark, stories need to be told” And well. I failed to process not ALL parts of the story need to be told. So here´s the censored version of it.

CW// public humilliation, Degrading language, Non Con, Dub Con, NS*W at times, dehumanization, past CSA mentioned and threatened/implied, grooming, electrocution, along, slavery, human trafficking, forced breeding, blood, whump of minors, attempted murder, manhandling, muzzles, creepy and explosive whumpers, physical and emotional abuse.

Everything will be tagged and if there´s tags to be added, tell me please.

Five months later, Layo didnt wanna touch Roahn as he was disgusted to touch pregnant women. Roahn had a big bump already. A medic had come over and had done analysis to her. Apparently she was expecting twins. Two boys. Shy was handcuffed in the other side of the cell, but he couldnt decide to be happy or horrified. His master, Dánae, looked beyond pleased.

“What if we keep one? We can educate him as if he was ours. But we gotta make sure he knows his place. And maybe when he’s older we could use him”

Layo looked delighted by her plan.

“What about the other?” He had asked her.

Danae reflected, looking at no point in particular and then said with a stone cold face “we will sell him just after he doesn’t need his mother’s milk anymore”

Listening to that conversation were the medic and the two slaves. Roahn started sobbing. Quietly almost unheard.

And Shy jerked on his restraints. He had a muzzle on, restricting his talking. But his eyes showed rage.

“What? The doggy feels sad for being separated from his pup? Dont make me laugh, Shy” Layo grinned “ahh, well its just ironic for you right?” He started, Shy picking up, jerked aggressively. His muscles getting tense. “Your twin brother… I had my eyes on you for quite a while. Its a shame you were split” Layo sighed Shy stood up pulling on his restraints. Danae was amused by his reaction. Shy was, well, shy. He never showed that aggressive part of himself. And certainly, Roahn was the most amused of them.

“What were you called at the club? The two stars? Oh! The twin stars! always with your star painted on your cheek. you looked adorable. You were like 12?”

Shy stopped revolving. The stage name having an impact on him.

“Quite the performance between you two and other people” Layo laughed “Then you were sold. Alone. To that old man, what was his name? He raped you often didnt he? Before dying he told me you would scream your brothers name: Ivan.”

Shy was silent again. His legs shaking.

“Ivan and Dimitri. The twin stars. Lovely names for just two slaves born from another slave and sold to do exactly the same…” Layo paused dramatically, eyes on him. “You went full circle didnt you, Dimitri?”.

Shy/Dimitri had lost it. If there was one thing that pushed all his buttons was his past. He pulled on his chains, so much he shattered them.

Layo and Danae were just a feet away from the cell. So before the man could even react Dimitri had already grabbed his white hair.

Danae screamed and went to help his husband but he was faster and slammed his head in the floor. Danae took out a teaser and pinched Shy, who brutally convulsed on the ground.

“SHY!” Roahn yelled in her chair as the doctor held her down. Trying to convince her it was too dangerous. She looked at the man’s face as he shook his head in a no. “Ill take care of this lady” the doctor told her. She was surprised by his kindness.

The man went to stop Danae from shocking his slave any longer.

“Please miss Dourson! Stop it! Miss Dourson you’re going to kill him!” The man said grabbing her.

“Shut up!” She shoved him away, the teaser flying off her hands.

“My love…” Layo said with his bloody nose “stop it”

Danae pulled him to her not minding the blood on her dress. “Dear! He was trying to kill you!”

“Yes…he was…” Layo said putting his head backwards. When the bleeding stopped he added “I loved his face” the man spat “rage…Ah~ what an adorable expression from the pup” Danae wanted to make some sense enter his head but was stopped before that “Ill teach him a lesson Dánae, leave it to me” he said in a smirk.

-

Later that night Roahn was on their mat, stressed out about Shy. He had been taken by two men. Unconscious and limp. Her pleas fell in deaf ears.

She massaged her bump, trying to sooth her anxiety.

The door slammed and Shy walked in with bruises on his face and shackled. He was with Layo who didnt have the decency to cover his dick.

He threw him to the ground, Shy barely having time to put his hands in front.

Layo kicked him in the back making him fall for good. He sat above him and grabbed him by the collar choking him a bit.

“Never forget you’re mine, Shy. If you want to live of course” he said letting his head hit the ground. He stood up grabbing him by the arm and threw him back to the cell.

“Dont you dare try to take off the shackles woman. Or you will have his corpse instead”

The man said going away.

Roahn looked at his body, and understood what had happened in those hours.

“Sh- Dimitri…?” Roahn held his face. He gave her a sad look. Roahn felt the cold metal of the shackles on her abdomen when she hugged him.

“Im sorry baby. Im sorry. Im so glad you’re back” she cried.

“C’mere” he said, Roahn stopped and Shy passed his linked arms to her back into a hug. “Dont cry, Roahn. Im ok” he said. His bruises were purple and enormous.

“We need to run away. We need to…”

“Yes we do. But we gotta wait. Can you wait?” He told her.

She doubted.

She didn’t want to wait.

But she said yes.

-

The twins were born. One after three minutes. Three minutes where Danae took the newborn on her arms.

Shy allowed it but in his heart he wanted to kill her.

The second baby was put into his arms. He saw him and started crying. He showed him to Roahn. And told her,

“For them. Soon”

—

Destiny works in mysterious ways.

Their plan was to escape the week before Cal was put up for sale. Taking Kit and running away through the basements windows.

However the night was going down smoothly when suddenly, at the garden just beside the basement, one of the guards of the auction place beat Dimitri up and dragged them back with the baby twins on his coworkers arms.

Roahn was beaten up this time too.

When she woke up, Kit was with Danae screaming and crying loudly, as Dimitri was receiving a CPR. He came back to life but the medic guarded him for two months.

During this time, Cal was sold.

Layo told her how much.

50,000 euros.

That was how much their baby was worth.

During those nights, Roahn mourned her son. She wasnt allowed to see Kit. Or Dimitri.

She was alone. And she was desperate.

When Dimitri healed and a few scars were added to his face, he came back to her. And they hugged for their children had been stripped away from them.

But he promised this wouldn’t happen again. This time they would think it through.

And they would be free.

[subbyp]

beachhead, remembrance

[This is inspired by/a pale imitation of @pingo1387‘s corrupted devil fruit AU and makes little sense without it.] [ao3]

The last of the Straw Hat Pirates huddled in a heap on the floor at the end of the world. There was a banging on the door.

Zoro and Nami glanced at each other. Ever since--ever since it became necessary, they were the ones making the decisions, Zoro by virtue of being the first under the banner and Nami by virtue of being the only one who could keep her head on straight when things started truly flying to shit.

 Jinbei and Franky had their backs to the door, bracing, hoping they were stronger than Adam wood. Usopp shivered in the sweltering room, too heartbroken to cry. Vivi was sobbing in Nami’s arms, all fight gone, left behind as she fled Alabasta before Pell’s talons. Sanji had his legs against the door and his head on Zoro’s shoulder, and wasn’t that fucked, that Zoro was getting what he had secretly longed for only when everything else had become meaningless?

And then, the four blank spaces. The gaps that were wider than wide. The silence.

Sanji lit his last cigarette. “So let me just be the first to say that we’re fucked.”

The door shuddered. Usopp shuddered. “Don’t--”

“Oh what, am I supposed to say that we’re not fucked in the goddamn eye socket? Like I’m not putting my legs down or anything but eventually I’m going to fall asleep, or the mad bastards out there are going to--”

“Shut up!” yelled Usopp. “Don’t give up, don’t be the one to give up, Sanji, out of everyone, you giving up, I can’t, I don’t--”

“GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, BOTH OF YOU!” shrieked Nami. Vivi winced. “I swear to God I am holding myself together by a fucking thread and if anyone in here starts up I am going to fucking lose it!”

Sanji and Usopp both fell silent. Nami turned her attention back to stroking Vivi’s hair.

Franky cleared his throat. “He’s right, though. We are super boned.”

“Franky!!”

“It’s true,” said Zoro. Usopp burst into tears. “I mean--” Zoro raised his voice--”we can’t fight them off in a storage closet.”

“Zoro shut the fuck up--”

“We need to find some way of taking them by surprise.”

Everyone fell silent, even Usopp.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, marimo,” Sanji said between slow drags, “but did you just propose that we bust out of this closet and take on about two hundred completely insane Devil Fruit users who don’t even have control of their own powers and could all go up like Pluton at any goddamn moment?”

“Yes.”

“That’s what I thought.” Sanji paused. “Next question, and I say this with all the love I have ever felt, darling kitten, my heart and soul, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND?!”

“No,” said Zoro, ignoring the ringing in his ears. “I’m going to live, or I’m going to die on my feet with blood on my sword. I’m not going to die like someone who can’t fight.”

Vivi looked up, suddenly. “Me too.”

“Vivi--” Nami’s arms tightened. “You--”

“I am Alabasta now.” Vivi’s eyes were red and her face was scored with tears, but her voice was clear and strong as it was on the cobblestones of Alubarna a lifetime ago. “I am my father, and Kyoza, Igaram and Teracotta, and Chaka and Pell too. I am the memory of my people, and I won’t hide and run and let my people be destroyed. Not ever.”

Usopp rose to his feet, knees trembling uncontrollably, hands on Franky’s arm for support. “I am--I am the one who remembers Kaya and Merry, and the Onion Pirates, and I won’t let them be destroyed.”

Jinbei almost smiled. “I am the Sun Pirates. I am the only fishman on the surface. I am the ones who were lost and now are free.”

Franky was already outright bawling. “I am Iceberg, and the Franky Family, and I’m Robin which makes me Ohara too, kind of!”

Nami stood, one hand on her tattoo, the other still holding on to Vivi. “I am Pinwheel Island. I am my mother and my sister and everyone who ever fought for me.”

Sanji stubbed out his cigarette, not sparing it a second glance. “I am Red-Leg Zeff and the Baratie, and I am Ivan and Izanagi and Bon Kurei, and I am the side of Reiju that the Vinsmokes tried to kill, and I survived a month on a godforsaken sea boulder and a year in an iron mask in a basement, and fuck anyone who tries to tear me down now!”

Zoro groaned. “Shit, I have to be Perona, don’t I?” Sanji and Nami both cracked up in spite of themselves. “I am Perona, and Koshiro, and I have always been Kuina, and I am myself, and I am not yet the greatest swordsman, so I will not allow myself to die. And I’m Chopper, too.”

“I am Sabo. I am Torao.” Nami’s voice wavered, but she didn’t stop. “We’re all Torao, and we’re all Brook, and we’re--”

Vivi stood, tracing the X on her arm. “We are Luffy.” 

One by one, they turned to face the door.

[blogmaria333ph]

Memories Chapter 2

Cosette Choquette - Monaco Maria Dela Cruz - Philippines

*Dornoch is a burgh or town in Scotland.*

Chapter Summary: "He's an idiot, you know?" Gilbert Beilschmidt, Prussia. "We're running out of space..." - Nun. "I won't let us get separated. I promise." - William Kirkland, Wales. "Is it just me... or is that a bruise on Seborga's arm?" - Ray Jones, Molossia.

The police station was quiet today. There were no pressing cases in the town. However...

A certain police officer glared at the information board in the hall, just across his office.

Name: Gilbert Beilschmidt

Age: 27

Rank: Special Officer First Class

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Name: Cosette Choquette

Age: 24

Rank: Special Officer First Class

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Name: Ivan Braginsky

Age: 29

Rank: Special Officer First Class

He twirled a pen in his right hand, ruby red eyes shifting from their very brief information board, back to the case file with the big red 'CLOSED CASE' stamped on the folder.

He heaved a sigh as he tapped his pen on the desk. "Gil?" he looked up to lock eyes with one of his assigned partners. "What?" his voice sounded tired, even to himself. "The funeral's today isn't it?" her chocolate brown eyes held sadness and remorse.

Gilbert gave a stiff nod, his snow-white hair bouncing with the movement. "I'll be going with Ivan later today." Cosette combed a hand through her long blond hair as she sighed. "Maria and I will stop by tomorrow. Her boss is still convinced this is an alibi for us to... scandalize..." 

Gilbert's eyes narrowed at the last word. "He's an idiot, you know?" Cosette gave a tired look as she nodded. "We both know that. But what can we do?"

Cecilia Caine was a lovely young woman. She was cheerful and loving. Her hazel brown eyes married perfectly with her black hair. At the age of twenty-five, she became engaged to her childhood friend.

Fredrico Ricci was only a week older than she was. He was a dream to many with his chocolate brown hair and ocean blue eyes. No one spoke ill of the couple or their engagement. In fact, their engagement was an engagement the whole town of Dornoch more than approved of.

Six Months Later

It was a peaceful afternoon at the church just on the outskirt of town. The bell rang, signifying the beginning of afternoon mass. A few nuns were whispering in the corner.

"Oh... how are we to help them...?"

"We're running out of space..."

The young couple approached the nuns. "Good afternoon, sisters." Fredrico greeted. "How I wish it were..." one of the nuns spoke. "Perhaps, we could be of assistance?" Cecilia offered a kind smile. "The orphanage is... running out of space..."

"That's terrible!" Fredrico looked towards Cecilia, almost asking aloud. She simply smiled and nodded at his unspoken words. "We have wanted to love and care for children since our teenage years! But we are not married yet." The nuns wore hopeful expressions as the couple asked if they could adopt children.

"Actually... Would you mind adopting four?"

"Four children would be wonderful!" Cecilia chuckled at her husband's happiness. "They're brothers."

"That's even more wonderful!"

"Forgive him. We both love children, you see." Cecilia could not hide her own happiness from her voice. "They are close, even though they argue over the most insignificant things." One of the nuns commented, earning amused chuckles from her fellow sisters. "If you could, please tell us about their biological family?"

The nuns held solemn expressions at the question.

"Their parents died trying to get them out of their burning house..."

One of the nuns handed them a folder. "This contains very limited information, aside from what we've told you; there is almost nothing else to be said." Inside the folder was a single sheet of paper with names, pictures and very basic information.

Name: Peter Kirkland

Birthday: December 24

Age: Three years old

He looks up to his brothers even though they have many sibling squabbles.

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Name: Arthur Kirkland

Birthday: February 3

Age: Six years old

He loves his brothers dearly. He is prone to taking challenges personally.

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Name: Seamus Kirkland

Birthday: July 9

Age: Eight years old

He hates when people belittle his brothers.

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Name: William Kirkland

Birthday: August 17

Age: Nine years old

He is the most level headed, although he can hold grudges against those who hurt his brothers.

Turkey held the remote in his left hand. "So, like... they might have fears regarding the fire...?" He can't seem to wrap his mind around the information. "Looks like it..." Canada's answer was heard by all the present countries.

Everyone gave Ireland and Scotland sympathetic looks.

"Don't look at me like that!" Ireland yelled as he huffed. "If you don't stop that..." Scotland let the threat hang over their heads. Deciding they didn't want to deal with the brothers, they turned their attention to America and France.

Both countries looked murderous as they recalled all the flames during the wars.

Everyone then focused back on the screen, as they all wished to keep their lives.

Turkey pressed the play button.

Peter's sapphire blue eyes glared at the floor before locking on his brother's back. "Do you think they'll separate us?"

"I'd love to see them try." William spoke as he combed his blonde hair. "They'd have to get through me, first." He turned to face his youngest brother, who was messing up his own blond hair. "I won't let us get separated." His dark green eyes roamed over his brothers. "I promise."

Emerald green eyes glared at the wall of their shared bedroom. "Arthur. Stop that." His angry eyes kept glaring from beneath blond locks, even as he turned to face his brother. Concerned light green eyes watched him. Seamus went back to combing his blonde hair as Arthur vented.

"They're all the same! Treating us like we know nothing..." the last part was almost unheard.

"Oh, stop that." William pulled out their regular clothes. "C'mon, now. Hop to!" His brothers all groaned at him. "Do we have to change?" Peter whined. "Well. Considering we won't be needing these uniforms anymore..." he laughed as his brothers instantly jumped at the opportunity.

They don't have to wear the plain and itchy church uniforms?

Why did no one tell them of this wonderful thing?!

Two Months Later

Cecilia reread the folder in her hands as they drove from the church to their house, which had been renovated into a large two-story house with a basement.

Name: Feliciano Vargas

Birthday: February 13

Age: Six years old

Has trouble sleeping alone, most likely due to the tragic death of his family.

~¤~¤~

Name: Marcello Vargas

Birthday: October 7

Age: Four years old

Protective of his brother.

There was an awkward silence as the blond brothers stood face to face with their new siblings. William decided to be the first to step up. "Hey! You're Feliciano and Marcello Vargas?" the taller boy tried to hide behind their mother. There was sadness mixed with fear in his hazel eyes.

"Brother, it's okay. I don't think they'll hurt us." the shorter child cast them a calculating look after saying this.

They barely knew foreign language, but from the tone of voice, they could tell whatever tragedy happened to the two was still fresh.

"My name's William Ricci. Pleased to meet you." William gave a curt nod before nudging Seamus forward. "Seamus. Welcome to the family!" Seamus beamed at their new brothers, trying to coax a reaction. "Name's Arthur. You're from Italy, right? I hear it's a lovely country." Arthur gave a wistful look at the thought of travelling there. "I'm Peter! Marcello, you're almost my age, right?" Peter had to keep himself from hugging their new brothers.

"I'm Marcello." The shorter boy introduced himself, red orange hair fluttering as he nodded at them. His green eyes flickered to the taller boy, whose brown hair was trying to act as some sort of shield for his wide eyes. "My grande fratello is Feliciano. Make him cry and you will wish for death."

America held the remote this time, worry written all over his face.

"Is it just me... or is that a bruise on Seborga's arm?" Molossia's query was added to a list of questions they were hoping would be answered. "I think Italy's going to be close to Wales... or Austria..." Hungary's suggestion was added to a list of theories.

"Maybe we should take a breather, for now?" Canada spoke on behalf of France, who was about ready to commit murder right then. "Yes. At least half an hour of calm should do us some good..." Germany's announcement seemed to lift the piling tension from the room.

[vdcvvvy]

Never did Natalia think she would come back, at least not under these circumstances. Everything she owned was in a couple suitcases in the back of Bobby's car. She left everything behind once again because she didn't really need anything. The money Ivan left here would clear in some time and luckily she had enough to get what she needed to at least get her feet on the ground.

Bobby was nice enough to pick her up at the airport and it was a bit later than she had expected to land, but luckily enough there was plenty of 24 hour greasy diners around that she was half slouched in the booth picking at the biscuits and gravy that she had been craving for years. "I'm sorry I was so late, I didn't expect to have to have an emergency landing along the way." Natalia already felt bad enough that he was doing all this for her in the first place.

It wasn't as awkward as she had thought it would be. They fell back into old habits and he was as easy to talk to as ever. "I guess now is a good enough time as any to tell you the tale of my grand departure." It wasn't a story she had ever really told anyone in over thirty years. "You remember the night of the tournament senior year? Of course you do, how could anyone forget it.” A small chuckle escaped her as she slouched again. 

“Well, after everyone left I was walking home and Kreese caught up with me looking for Johnny. I don't know if he was drunk or just shamed. But his hands were still bloody and I remember him asking where Johnny was and I wouldn't tell him. Next thing I know I'm on the ground and I can't really see or breathe. He yelled something at me but all I could hear was my pulse pounding in my ears and I don't know how long it was that I was on the ground or how long it took me to get home but... the next day Ivan found me in bed and I thought he was going to explode. He thought Johnny did it, I told him it wasn't. But I didn't know how to tell him a thirty - some odd year old man beat the shit out of me without him going nuclear. But it didn't matter, we were gone before the weekend. Ivan even locked me in the basement because I tried sneaking out because I didn't want to go." Her voice had gotten gradually softer the more she spoke and by now she was just pushing her fork across her plate.

"Sorry. I just kind of dumped that all on you, didn't I?" there was the smallest of hints of her accent as she spoke before she pushed to sit up and she reached for her coffee and took a drink. "It's all in the past now. I've gotten over it." and that was a bold faced lie. "I don't want to keep you out too long, not sure if anyone is waiting for you or anything." Vulnerable wasn't something Natalia was accustomed to, and she definitely didn't want to burden anyone else with anything. "You could drop me at a hotel and I'll be great."

@chrmatiica​ gets pain for bobby because I cannot help myself

[hetalia-tlw]

Hetalia: The Lost World Part 3

“So you basically cursed Iyong ju, because he killed his own brother” said Oliver. “Yes I did. In fact it didn’t took long for Iyong ju to realize what I did to him, that he managed to gain his independence from Ivan” said England. “So he when did he actually discovered the curse?” asked Oliver. “I really don’t know when, but during this time, I managed to go back into South Korea to find some clues in Yong Soo’s house. I did find some blood on the floor of his living room and did some sampling. It turns out that the moment when he slapped Iyong ju on the face, Iyong ju managed to give the poison to his own brother” said England. “You mean Iyong ju gave Yong Soo the poison by having it rub from his face to his brother’s hand” said Oliver while figuring it out. “Apparently yes” said England.

Before England can say anymore, a timer went off and Oliver went over to the oven. “Oh, my cupcakes are done! Now let’s see what condition these cuties are in” he said. Oliver took out his cupcakes just to find that there’re fine. He then carried the tray with him down the basement stairs, as England follows him. England kept following Oliver until he reached the same room where they left Roland. “Uh lad did you just followed me?” asked Oliver while he turned around thus surprising England.

“Uh, yeah I just did. Tell me where’re you going with those cupcakes and why” said England. “Oh I was just coming down here for feeding time” said Oliver with cheerful look. “Feeding time? Let me guess, you’re feeding 2P Austria cupcakes?” asked England with his arms crossed. “Yeah you got that right, poppet” said Oliver while turning back around to open the door and going inside, with England going in after him. “Lad can you do me a favor? I would like some help to removing that handkerchief off his mouth” said Oliver. “Fine! I’ll help you” sighed England in defeat.

England then went over to Roland to remove the handkerchief that’s covering his mouth. “Argh! Finally it’s about time zhat I can talk again!” said Roland in excitement. “Since you’re so happy, it’s your feeding time” said Oliver smiling. “Feeding time? Zhanks but I’m not hungry for cupcakes, I’m hungry for pizza” said Roland. “Now now Roland, you are hungry and you need something better than pizza” said Oliver. Before Roland could anything else, Oliver was pulled by England.

“Uh Oliver just give it up there is no way you can give him cupcakes” whispered England. “Oh of course he will! Just watch, I’ll using my secret method on him” whispered Oliver with a sinister smile. ‘Did he just used a sinister smile? I’m not sure what my 2P would do to another person or 2P. However since he’s the opposite of me, what could go wrong? Who knows what he’ll do’ thought England as he watched Oliver walk over to Roland and stopping in front of him. “Now listen up Roland. I have been such a nice and caring person, since the day we first met. But there are some people who get on my nerves, especially when they turn down my friendly offers” said Oliver still keeping his smile, while England stands watching the whole scene unfold. “Now Roland, if you try to turn down my offer of cupcakes I’ll be forced to grab you by the base of your neck and with a knife, I’ll slice your throat till you bleed and I’ll start shoving cupcakes down your throat of your already dead body” said Oliver with a creepy smile and a venomous voice. “Okay, okay I give up! Not because I’m hungry, but I’m afraid of vhat jou’ll do to me!” yelled Roland while panicking.

“Now that makes me happy! Here, pick whatever one you want” said Oliver while holding out the tray in front of Roland. Roland is trying to pick one until Oliver cut in saying “Go on ahead poppet, pick your poison” “I’ll guess I’ll chose zhe red one, since it’s mein favorite color” said Roland. “Good choice poppet” said Oliver with a smile. “Actually I can’t move mein hand to grab it, so can jou give me a hand?” asked Roland while trying to move around proving his point to Oliver. “Oh of course! Here let me help you” said Oliver. Soon Roland finished his red cupcake that was made by Oliver, the next thing was both England and Oliver walking out of the room and were heading to the stairs.

“What was that weird atmosphere that I just witnessed?” asked England. “Oh that? Well it counts as your dark side and since 2Ps are created off of your painful and dark times, we even act as the opposites of your personality as a 1P” said Oliver. “When you were talking to Roland, was it true that you have been a nice person to the other 2Ps?” asked England. “Of course I was lad! I’m still am. but however when people turn down my offers to them, even though I was being nice and if they keep giving me a hard time, I’m forced to kill them, by either using a knife to slice their throats or but putting poison in their cupcakes” said Oliver. “Okay, I hope the red cupcake you gave to Roland wasn’t poisonous” said England. “Oh it wasn’t, but I was about ready to drive him into insanity” said Oliver.

“Okay then, if you need me I get ready for a world meeting” said England. “World meeting? I haven’t been to one for a long time. Is it okay if me and Roland tag along with you?” asked Oliver. “Wait… what!? Hold on you just can’t-” England was about to finish his sentence, until he noticed Oliver doing the puppy eyes. “Fine, you guys can come with me. But don’t cause any attention on yourselves. Got it?” said England. “Why thank you! You’re too kind! It’s a deal! Let me go get Roland” said Oliver as he turned back around and quickly came back with Roland behind him. “Okay then, let’s go to the meeting” said England. “Yay!” yelled Oliver in excitement.

~Meanwhile With The Axis~

“And that’s our story” said Norway who was done telling a story to Germany, Italy, and Japan. “So you’re saying that North Korea just scared you to death when you saw him?” asked Japan. “Yes, he did. In fact he even scared Simon way too good” replied Sweden. “I-I wasn’t scared of him! What are you guys talking about? I was so awesome” said Denmark while standing up in a spotlight. “Oh yes you were. In fact you were so scared of him after he sliced your axe in two” said Finland. “Hey what are you doing!? Quit making a mess! If you…. ahh!” yelled Iceland.

“S-Sorry! I-a was trying to-a make-a pasta, but my-a fingers slipped when you-a scared me!” yelled Italy while trying clean up the mess. “Sorry Berwald about the kitchen even though I should clean it; however, it’s Simon’s turn” said Iceland. “What!? The king of the Nordics doesn’t do chores! Instead his royal and most trustworthy subjects do the cleaning” said Denmark while crossing his arms. “Technically kings also do everyday chores, they even do chores when it’s just their own privacy” said Sweden. “What!? So I’ve been doing chores during my conquering days!? How could I’ve not known!?” yelled Denmark in defeat. “Looks like somebody needs to go to the box of shame” said Norway.

“Seriously!? Do I have to?” asked Denmark. “Yeah you do. For only ten minutes so you can clean up the mess. Then it’s back to the box for about twenty minutes” said Finland. “T-Twenty minutes!? Well then I better get it over it” said Denmark while standing up and having Iceland lead him to the box of shame. “Japan ve need to go, ve got a vorld meeting” said Germany while looking at his phone. “Another worrd meeting? Who is it being run by?” asked Japan. “It’s by England. Verdammt, it better not be about France or America” said Germany.

Germany then went into the Nordic’s kitchen to get Italy and was surprised by the mess. “Mein gott, I need to teach Italy how to clean up after himself” said Germany. “No, not the pasta! Let-a me fix this-a bit” said Italy. “Italy! Ve need to go! Ve got a-” Germany was soon cut off by Italy who pulled out a white flag and started to wave it around saying “No no no! Don’t-a hurt me! I-a surrender!” Germany then made Italy turn around to face him and Italy then stopped waving his flag. “Oh, Germany! When-a did you-a get in-a here?” asked Italy. “Zhis isn’t zhe time to be playing games, Italy! Ve need to go, right now! Ve got a vorld meeting!” said Germany. Soon Italy, Germany, and Japan then left the Nordic 5 territory and are heading to the United Nations in New York.

~Meanwhile At The United Nations~

“So this is your United Nations headquarters? I like it” said Oliver while holding a rope to Roland. “I vas hoping it vill have a lot of shades of red” said Roland who was disappointed with the colors of the walls. “Anyway we’re almost getting closer to the meeting room. When we get there I want you to take a seat by the window” said England. “Isn’t there suppose to a lot of seats for every single country of the world?” asked Oliver. “There is. However, since a lot of countries aren’t around and some of them are dissolved there are a lot of empty seats” said England. “So if they are empty seats that belonged to countries that are dissolved or busy doing their own thing, then is it okay if we seat in them?” asked Oliver.

“Find you may. But you and Roland must be together so people won’t get confused” said England. “Okay, thanks” said Oliver as he and Roland found two seats and sat down in them. Soon all the countries came and sat down, even the Axis came along with the rest of the Allied Powers came (expect for America, cuz’ he’s late again). Canada who was one of first people to come in and went unnoticed sat down between Oliver and Roland. “Ello there lad! You must be Canada! Nice to meet you!” said Oliver while smiling at Canada.

“Uhh… t-thanks y-you’re too k-kind. Wait… Arthur you know me, so why are you saying that I must be Canada?” asked Canada. “Oh lad. I may be England, but I’m 2P England and my name is Oliver Kirkland. The gentleman next to you is 2P Austria” said Oliver. Canada then turned his head over to 2P Austria and waved a hello sign to him, which to his surprise he heard 2P Austria saying “Hallo zhere! Nice to meet jou! I am 2P Austria, but jou call me Roland Edelstein und I like rock ‘n’ roll” said Roland. Soon America then came in late, while trying to catch his breath. “Jou’re late, America! Vhy iz zhat?” asked Germany while looking at America who was sweat dropping.

“Hehe! Sorry Germany, I was just running from trouble and coming from McDonald’s. In speaking of which, I’m gonna chow down on this delicious Big Mac” said America while unwrapping a Big Mac and began eating it as he went to sit down. “Okay zhen vith zhat out of zhe vay, let’s get down to business” said Germany. France who got up without being asked said “I got a vhole lot of text messages from Arthur, some of zhem said 'bloody frog’ and vat vas zis about an old friend vho returned?” asked France. While everyone was talking about this, America was having a moment with himself.

*Flashback*

“Damn it! The hero just got a whole lot of text messages from Arthur. Oh! What’s this? Holy crap, I gotta get going!” yelled America as he gotten a message from England to come to another world meeting. While America ran out of his house, cut through the woods to get to the United Nations (and McDonald’s) faster.

In the woods, America kept running, until he was suddenly stopped by a North Korean swat team. At first America couldn’t make out the flag design on their arms until he realized what country they’re from. America was about to say something until he was tackled to the ground by a mysterious person wearing a full black military uniform, that looks similar to Germany’s. While America was on the ground he yelled at the person who tackled him saying “Just who are you and why would you tackle the hero like that?” “Geuligo dangsin-eun geuleon na hante eotteohge silhaeng gamhi (And how dare you run from me like that)” said the man. “What? Umm… dude I don’t know what you just said. Do you have a translator or can you please speak English?” asked America. Just after America finished talking a man with glasses came along with a woman wearing a military uniform.

“Well of course he has a translator and you’re even looking right at him. What he just said was in the language of Korean and he was asking you why were you running from him” said the man. “Uhh… I was going to a world meeting and I’m even more late because of you guys. By the way can I get some names here?” asked America. “Well umm… sorry about that. I am North Korea’s private translator and my name is Hyeon” said Hyeon. “I am North Korea’s leader and commander of the both North Korean army and swat team, but you may call me Chung-Cha” said the woman standing next to Hyeon. “Okay cool dude and dudette! I am Alfred F. Jones, but I’m known as the hero, but you may call me America!” said America with smile and giving a thumps up on the ground. “Hello America hero” said Chung-Cha with a stern expression.

“By the way who’s North Korea? I thought I heard Arthur saying that he dissolved” said America while giving a puzzled look. “Dangsin-I wi ui hananeun, dangsin-eun babo (The one who’s above you, you moron)!” yelled the man who’s atop of America. “Uh… dudes I need some of that translation here” said America. “He just said that he’s North Korea and he’s the guy who tackled you” said Hyeon. “Oh you mean this guy who’s on top of me? Umm… dude can you please get off? I would like to stand up now” said America as the man the did what he was asked/told and allowed him to stand up. America then got up and started to do superhero poses, as a form of checking his circulation.

“Geulaeseo migug eun hangug jeonjaeng e daehae alh-eun nalaleul gieog (So America remember the country whom you battled against in the Korean War)?” asked North Korea. “He asked if you remember battling against him during the Korean War” said Hyeon. “Well I do recall helping South Korea in order to stop North Korea, but I never knew who was the actual personification of North Korea” said America. “Geuleom dangsin eun yeojeonhi hangug-i jug-eossdaneun geos-eul deudgo gieog haneunga? Nuga geuleul jug-in geos gat-ayo? Geugeos-eun jeoleul haessada-eun jeoleul haessda, bughan (Well do you still remember that Korea died? Guess who killed him? It was me, North Korea)!” said North Korea. “He asked you if you remember getting a letter saying that Korea or also known as South Korea died” said Hyeon. “Well technically it was China who got the part that his own brother died. But it didn’t say who killed him” said America.

“Well you’re not gonna like it when I tell you who did it” said Hyeon, while bringing down his head and putting it back up in order to look at America. “You mean you know who killed South Korea? I don’t care who did, but at least I should know so I can give him something on his memorial plate” said America. “It was North Korea himself” said Hyeon as he looked away. “What? Why would you kill him North? Why would you kill South Korea?” asked America. “Iyu ui won-in-idoebnida. Annyeong amelika! Geugeos-i majimag i doel geos-ibnida e daehan dangsin-ui jag-eun segye hoeui leul jeulgil su (Cause for reasons. Goodbye America! Enjoy your little world meeting for it will be your last)” said North Korea. Before Hyeon could translate, North Korea did a hand gesture for his North Korean swat time to head back to North Korea.

Hyeon even got grabbed by Chung-Cha along with North Korea following behind them and his swat team taking different routes. “I’m glad that they left, but the hero feels bad of how they treat Hyeon. He seems to be a nice guy, but why does he work for the person who killed South Korea? Oh my god, I am definitely going to be super late! I need to get to the meeting before Germany kicks my butt!” yelled America as he started to run.

*Flashback Ends*

After America was done a moment to himself, he looked up just in time to see both England and France in a wrestling ring who both began fighting as a bell dinged. “VHAT DID I TELL JOU TWO DUMMKOPFS ABOUT FIGHTING DURING ZHE MEETING!?” yelled Germany at the top of his lungs. “Sounds like someone needs a cupcake” said Oliver with a smile. “More like a punch in zhe face” growled Roland.

“Excuse me? Now zhat doesn’t sound very nice” said a Austrian voice. Canada, Oliver, and Roland looked over and saw Austria. “A-Austria!? H-how long h-have you b-been standing there?” asked Canada. “Vell I’ve been here listening to jour conversation and I just vanted to know if England created zhis look a like of me” said Austria while pointing to Roland. “How rude! I have jou know zhat I’m perfection” said Roland. “Excuse me kind sir, I’m sorry that this lad has been trying to give you trouble. I’m sure it won’t happen again” said Oliver while smiling nervously.

“It better not happen again or else I’ll have resort into using mein anger to play on a piano” said Austria. “Vell zhen, I’ll be using mein anger into playing on mein awesome rock guitar” said Roland through clenched teeth. Austria then let out a angry grunt and walked away, while Canada was trying to find the regular England who was seen fighting in a wrestling ring with France. England managed to punch France so hard, that he flew out of the ring and came crashing down on Canada. “Finally, I’ve managed to beat up that bloody frog!” yelled England in victory, while Sealand who came unnoticed grabbed chips from the snack table. When Sealand turned to leave he was stopped Roland who said “Vell look vhat ve got here, a little boy stealing chips. How cute”

“Oi! Hey you punk rock reject, how dare you scare this child like that? Hey there little lad, are you okay?” asked Oliver who came behind Roland. “Yeah, I am. Hey, Arthur why are dressed up like that and since when do you care about me?” asked Sealand. “Oh lad, I may look like Arthur but I’m-” Oliver was soon cut short when England came and said “Sealand, what did I tell you about coming into the meetings and stealing chips?” Sealand then gave a confusing and questioning look, while looking at both England and Oliver. “I see you’ve met my 2P counterpart, Oliver Kirkland and yes I know, I just couldn’t keep both of them away from trouble” sighed England in defeat. “Both of them?” asked Sealand.

“Yes, I mean both Oliver and Roland” said England. “Roland is a 2P? If Oliver is your 2P, doesn’t that mean I have a 2P as well?” asked Sealand in excitement. “Well apparently you once did lad. Until the Great War came and nearly caused a lot of deaths. However, there are a few 2Ps left” said Oliver. “Speaking of which Sealand, Roland is Austria’s 2P counterpart” said England. “What he means lad, this is the punk rock reject, who’s standing right next to me” said Oliver with a smirk. “Vhy jou little… jou are so lucky zhat I can’t put jou out of jour misery in front of zhis child” said Roland with his arms crossed.

“Uh okay. If you guys need me I’ll be swimming with the Nordics at the water park in Disney World” said Sealand before running off. “F-Francis!? C-Could y-you get o-off of me please?” asked Canada while France wakes up and gets off of Canada’s back. “Japan what’s that, aru?” asked China. “It’s a grassed rose. Itary found it in the forest” said Japan. “Ve~! I-a even showed it to-a both Germany and-a Japan. When it-a opened it was-a big surprise!” said Italy. “When it opened, we got shocking surprise from South Korea or how I rike to carr him Korea” said Japan.

“Really!? What did he say to you guys, aru?” asked China. “Werr he said that North Korea is back and has returned for unknown purposes” said Japan. “So North Korea came back for a reason that we don’t know, aru?” asked China. “Werr maybe we courd get more information if the rose opens up for a second time” said Japan. “Does Romano knows about this, because he currently grew afraid of North Korea during his rise, aru?” asked China. “Knows about-a what?” asked a voice.

Japan, China, and Italy turn there heads to see South Italy aka Romano. “Ve~! Romano! Do you-a mind telling us-a your experience with-a North Korea?” asked Italy. “What!? There-a is-a no way, that-a I’m-a telling you-a idotas about that-a bastardo. He’s-a worse than-a the potato loving bastard!” yelled Romano. “Vho are jou relating me to, Romano?” asked Germany who came behind Romano. “N-Nothing! Get-a way from-a me!” yelled Romano as he turned to look at Germany. “So I’m guessing zhat jou told China about South Korea?” asked Germany, while both Italy and Japan nodded in agreement.

“Yes, yes they did, aru” said China. “I suppose ve talk about zhis after everyone has left” said Germany. Soon after seven hours had passed everyone soon left the meeting, while the Allied and Axis Powers remained. “Say it’s getting late, ve should be going home now” said France before yawning. “There is plenty of leftover food on the table, da” said Russia, while standing next to the snack table. “Ello there everybody, how’s everyone doing?” asked Oliver who got on top of the table until he was dragged off by England.

“Uhh… Arthur who’s that?” asked America while pointing at Oliver. 'Oh just great, someone just had to noticed’ thought England until Oliver said “Well I’m 2P England and my name is Oliver Kirkland” said Oliver with a smile. “Oliver? Vat kind of name iz zat?” asked France. “You bloody frog, I’ll have you know that Oliver is a popular boy name yet its barely used as a name in real life” said England. “Okay then who’s that?” asked America, while pointing at Roland. “That’s the rock punk reject 2P version of Austria. His name is Roland Edelstein” said Oliver.

“Quit calling me a reject, jou cupcake loving freak!” yelled Roland. “Okay then nice to meet you dude! Quick question: who’s that standing next to Francis?” asked America while pointing at Canada. “I’m Canada!” yelled Canada. “Who are you again exactly?” asked America. “Your brother!” yelled Canada. “Oh sorry about that dude” said America who then begins laughing.

“2P? What is that?” asked Japan. England then turned off the lights in the room and turned on a projector. He than placed a piece of paper in the middle. “This paper here is a list of the 2Ps, who were created after us. We are called 1Ps” explained England. Romano then raised his hand and asked “Excuse me? But why-a I am-a called Flavio?” “Well lad, it’s because your 2P calls himself fashionable and decided to name himself that” said Oliver.

“Also since 1Ps and 2Ps are different from each other, we have the same appearances and body shapes. However our personalities are different” said England. “So my 2P doesn’t call himself a hero?” asked America while giving off a sad expression. “Well yes. For an example: 1P England is serious and likes making scones, while his 2P which is me, is always so happy and loves to make cupcakes” said Oliver. “Since I’m 2P Austria, I like wearing punk leather outfits and I like rock 'n’ roll music, while my 1P wears fancy clothes and enjoys classical music. In speaking of classical music, I find my 1P so…. boring” said Roland while ending his sentence with a yawn. “So does my 2P rike to tark more, whire I don’t unress I have something to say?” asked Japan. “Well actually no lad, your 2P only talks when spoken to and when you walk by him, he doesn’t say a word but he thinks of something perverting” said Oliver.

“So my 2P is rike the regurar France. I show respect, but my 2P shows royarty” said Japan. “Does-a my 2P still likes-a pasta?” asked Italy. “Well he still does. However, unlike you being so nice and kind, your 2P is actually ruthless and mean” said Oliver. “WHAT!?” yelled Italy, while panicking and running behind Germany. “Also Germany or should I say 1P Germany, since you’re serious and a neat freak, your 2P well he’s sorta lazy and most of all messy” said Oliver. “Say vhat!? Does mein 2P like do anyzhing, like train or fight?” asked Germany.

“Well he does. He mostly sleeps all day, but still makes wurst, trains, and most importantly he still can fight with a AK-47” said Oliver. “I actually meant does he like fight in hand-to-hand combat? Zhat’s all I need to know” said Germany. “Apparently he can, unless he’s provoked or forced to. Otherwise he’ll fall asleep in battle” said Oliver. “Hmm…. zhat sounds pretty lazy to me. I’m surprised zhat mein 2P can get zhings done or else I’ll just have to kick his ass” said Germany. “There was a time that he was a heavy drinker and a smoker. In fact one time he was so depress, I caught him before he committed suicide” said Oliver. “Ve~! Why-a would-a he want-a to do-a that?” asked Italy while coming from behind Germany.

“Because he was suffering from loneliness” said Oliver. 'So mein 2P has been suffering from Einsamkeit?’ thought Germany 'I’m surprised zhat I didn’t zhink about doing zhat, till zhe day Italy und I became friends’ “Germany, Germany…. Oliver is-a going to-a tell us more about-a the 2Ps” said Italy while waving his hand to snap Germany back into reality. “2P Russia has been a quiet and depressed person after since the Soviet Union times. But however, he does have a brutal personality” said Oliver. “So you’re saying that my 2P and I both share the same tragic past, da?” asked Russia. “Yes I am. Moving onto 2P China, he is rude and mean unlike 1P China who’s nice and polite. In fact 2P China dislikes anything that’s cute” said Oliver.

“Well that sounds kind of right to be honest, aru” said China. “2P America calls himself even more superior than anyone and he’s a huge fan of baseball. He also calls himself the best gang member and street fighter” said Oliver. “I guess my 2P does kinda mentions that he’s a hero” said America. “2P Canada usually talks, but remains silent during a battle. He uses his quietness to sneak up on his victims and kills them without anyone noticing him. In fact he’s a huge hockey fan and often hangs out with 2P America. 2P Canada also has polar bear named Kuma, however Kuma is larger than 1P Canada’s bear” said Oliver. “So my 2P uses his quietness to kill people without them noticing him? I bet he isn’t even nice and polite to people who he crosses paths with” said Canada. “Hey you black sheep of Europe, vat about my 2P?” asked France.

“Stop calling me the black sheep of Europe, you bloody frog!” yelled England. “2P France is depressed and doesn’t wear fancy clothes. He is even a dangerous pervert and he has a lust for more love” said Oliver. “So my 2P has a bigger lust of more love zhan ze 1P country of love?” asked France. “Okay my lads, since I’ve told you about your 2P counterparts, what are you planning to do next?” asked Oliver. “Vell ve’re going to talk about a glassed rose zhat Italy found” said Germany. “Si! Here-a it is! Isn’t it-a beautiful?” asked Italy while putting the glassed rose on the table.

“Cool dudes! Where did you guys find it at?” asked America. “We found it deep in a forest. It opened up and it was unberievabre” said Japan. “It was a message from South Korea or should I say Korea, aru” said China. “Korea?” asked everyone who were all shocked. “It’s-a been-a long time since-a I heard about-a Korea” said Romano. While everyone was looking at the glassed rose and talking about Korea/South Korea, England noticed that America was staring off into space.

“Alfred, what’s wrong. It looks like you’ve seen a ghost” said England. “A ghost!? Why no Arthur, it’s just I ran into something when I was running late to the meeting earlier today” said America. “What exactly happened before coming to the meeting with a Big Mac from McDonald’s?” asked England. “Well I was running through the woods which is like a faster route to the meeting, I sorta ran into trouble. I tried to run away from a swat team, until a man tackled me. He then spoke in the language of Korean and he did had a translator with him, who told me that the man who’s speaking Korean says that he’s North Korea” said America. “What? You ran into North Korea?” asked England in shock. “Yeah I did, but it seems that you know him. So do you know anything about North Korea?” asked America.

“Well of course I do, because he was my former friend and ally. He was even the man that you were hanging out with and was responsible for ambushing me” said England. “You don’t mean…. that was the man I was hanging out with during my childhood?” asked America. “Yes, it was. Listen to me Alfred, the North Korea that you fought was once the older brother of Korea and was the capital Seoul. He was responsible for killing his own brother” said England. “I know he killed his brother, because he already told me. But he never told me how he killed him and we’ll never know to this day” said America. “You want to know how he killed his brother? Well I tell you how. He killed his brother by poisoning him through his hatred” said England. “What!? North Korea poisoned his own brother and did you really placed a curse on him?” asked America.

“Of course I did! But I didn’t bother to tell anyone. In fact I thought the curse killed him years ago” said England. “But even though that curse was suppose to kill him, he’s still alive to this day” said America. “But how can he still be alive!? There was someone who probably saved him, before the curse could kill him” said England. “Kesese~! Zhe awesome Prussia has arrived, just in time to party!” yelled Prussia as he came through the doors. “Wait Alfred, I think I know who probably saved North Korea from his own death” said England. “You do? So who is it then?” asked America. “Why are you such a bloody idiot at times? It’s obviously Prussia, just take a look” said England. Soon America and England were facing Prussia who made his way towards the snack table.

[godlyvan]

02 | OPPORTUNISTIC

summary | friends with benefits ends because y/n can’t do this anymore, and van mccann laughs at her reason why.

warnings | swearing, a little smut, van mccann being a little shit.

a/n | i love hippo campus’ music quite a lot, so i thought i’d attempt a vanfic based on one of their lyrics from opportunistic. i hope you guys like this. enjoy.

lyric line(s) | I’d like you to savor the taste of me on your lips, I swear it's the last time you'll get it

The sounds from the speakers carried throughout the house, and throughout the hearts of its guests. Y/N walked in with a determination nobody could wither. She guided her new-found friend, Talia, through the crowd, weaving in and out of different crowds to reach the kitchen. There sat hundreds of red solo cups, some empty and some filled with an unrecognizable liquid, piled on top of the table in the kitchen. Y/N grabbed the bottle of vodka, the last bit of orange juice from the fridge, a bottle of grenadine syrup and two cups for her and Talia. “What’re you making?”

“Vodka Sunrise. It’s basically a Tequila Sunrise, but with vodka. It’s really good, I promise.” Y/N made the mixed drinks for the two of them, smiling as her friend took her first sip. “Good?”

“Very.” They spent most of their time in the kitchen, only removing themselves when there was a decent song on. They’d sway their hips to the beat, dancing with each other, not caring if anyone joined or not. Beads of sweat would accumulate at their foreheads, making the strands of their hair stick to their faces. Everyone was captivated by them, staring as their hips grinded into each others.

Talia was soon to be whisked away, leaving Y/N all alone in the kitchen, making mixed drinks for herself. That was all until he came in the room, demanding the attention to be turned towards him. He stole the room away from her, everyone’s eyes gliding up and down his body, looking over his all-black attire. “I assume you’re the designated bartender for tonight, then.”

“Can make you anything you want, darling. Just tell me what you need.”

“I’ll take anything you feel up to making.” Y/N smirked, fixing him up her specialty drink. She was truly an amazing bartender, always earning more tips than anyone else in the bar that she worked at. Janice, her boss, always made sure she’d work on Saturdays, reeling in the most money they get throughout the week.

“Here you are,” she smiled, handing him the cup. He wasn’t too sure about the drink. It looked well made, but he had never had it before. “It’s an old fashioned from where I used to live. Always made it at parties ‘cause everyone loved it.”

“It’s actually really good. Where did you learn to make this?” He asked, downing half his cup.

“Madison University in Wisconsin. Big on old fashioneds, especially the professors.. Never got your name. What is it?” She asked, her hand now resting on her hip. He smiled at her, taking a sip from his cup, licking his lips afterwards.

“Name’s Van. I was named after Morrison, y’know.”

“Oh really? Never woulda thought of that. Better not disgrace the name of Sir George Ivan, dude. I’d have to kill you.” Van raised an eyebrow at her, shrugging his shoulders.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, love. Now tell me, why’re you at this party by yourself? Surely you’ve got someone who’d be interested in your company.” She went from looking around the room, to looking into his eyes in a split second, trying to decode what he meant by it all.

“I came here with a friend, but she wanted to leave with some fuckboy. Don’t mind being lonely, but I don’t entirely mind the company.” She winked at him, walking away into the living room. The sounds coming from the speakers had changed from some sappy Rihanna song, to an uptempo beat with lots of drums. One could probably headbang to this, but instead, hips were swung from side to side, alluring some of the guests in the crowd, who weren’t dancing, to find themselves someone to dance with.

“I thought you’d want me to follow, was I entirely wrong?”

“You were not wrong at all, darling. If you don’t dance with me, though, I might have to find someone else to.” He jumped at the chance, his hands resting themselves on her hips, her fingers gliding between his. Together their hips rocked and collided, his hands gripping her hips hard, her hands above her head, feeling the music. Something in their movements made them realize they needed to move this somewhere else quickly, knowing it wouldn’t be long until the other was going to need something more than what they were doing. “Bedroom?”

“Yes, please.” He lead her upstairs, walking slowly down the stairs into the basement. It was renovated to be an in home movie theater. There were couches all along the walls, with the movie screen almost as big as the wall. They took one of the far away couches, Y/N’s hands pushing Van down to sit on the couch. She climbed onto his lap, her hands resting on his shoulders as she finally found her spot to sit. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips hovering above his teasingly. Her thumb brushed over his lips, smiling to herself before biting her lip.

“You’re driving me crazy, love.”

“That’s the point, darling.” She moved his head with her hand, her lips dipping down to touch his neck lightly. Y/N dragged her tongue down his neck and back up again, pressing a light kiss behind his ear. A low groan came from his mouth as he laid his head back on the back of the couch. She smirked to herself before she began to leave a trail of kisses from his neck to his lips, making him moan from anticipation. His hands found themselves back at her hips again, some of his fingers tucking under her belt loops. He guided her hips to grind against his, eliciting a moan from the both of them.

The kiss started off soft, small pecks and gentle, little bites on bottom lips, but soon transformed into a hard, passionate one. Hands gripped whatever they could, whether it’d be hair, clothing, hips or shoulders. Tongues rolled against each other, making their moans become louder somehow. They only broke apart for air and to tear at each other’s clothes. Soon, the two would be completely naked, aside from Van’s pants, which was a pain to remove.

The pair moaned and whimpered until they rode out their highs, hot, white light blinding the both of them. Hip movement from Y/N became erratic, as well as their breathing. As soon as they came down from their high, they put back on their clothing. “Maybe we could do this again sometime, I had a great time.”

“Me too, hand me your phone.” And he did as he was told. He watched as she punched in her phone number, making her contact name ‘fwb’.

“Why’d you put down FWB?”

“That way you don’t get attached to me. Can’t fall in love if you don’t know my name,” she kissed his cheek, a smile quickly falling on her face. “Call me when you need someone to take away your loneliness, Van. See you ‘round.”

And he did call whenever he was lonely and in town. They’d meet up wherever they could, finding their way back to a hotel or some weird, cheap motel closest to them. He’d ask her questions if they’d be cuddling afterwards, which was very rare for them. “Are you ever gonna tell me your name?”

“Dunno. Maybe if we stop whatever this is between us.”

“Why would we have to stop? Why can’t I know your name now?” He asked, playing with the ends of her hair. She moved away from him, pulling on her underwear and pants before answering him.

“Like I said before, keeps you from falling for me.”

“Can you at least stay the night tonight?” He pleaded with puppy dog eyes. She didn’t realize she’d fallen right into his trap, unfastening her pants before climbing back into bed with him.

“Only this one time, McCann. No cuddling, though.” Van nodded, a smile stuck on his face the size of the moon. Of course, when she would soon drift off to sleep, he’d wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. What he didn’t know was that she was awake the whole time, deep down knowing how fucked she was.

She ended up staying the night on many other occasions. They’d either drink or smoke and then fuck their loneliness away before falling asleep under the white sheets of his hotel bed. He’d always ask why they’d never fucked in her bed, but she’d always dodge this question until it was too late. Until she was already in so deep she would have to dig herself a way out.

“Can we go back to yours? I wanna see what you’ve got hidden away in your room.”

“No, we can’t. We’ve gotta stop doing this, Van.”

“Doing what?” He asked, “Fucking? Why the hell do you wanna stop?”

“I can’t do this anymore.” She didn’t want to tell him that she’d fallen for him. He looked into her eyes, trying to read her motive before she had said anything. “I need to stop this so I can move on. Can’t have some twat following me from place to place all the damn time.”

“Don’t act like I’m the one who’s annoying. You’ve called me more times this month than I ever have. You’re the only one who wants this to end. I’m perfectly fine with fucking you. That’s what this is - just two people fucking. Unless… you’ve got some feelings for me.”

“I don’t,” but he sensed the shakiness in her voice, knowing she was lying right away. “I don’t have feelings for you, and I never will.”

“Tell that to the tears in your eyes, love. You like me, and you know it.”

“I don’t fucking like you!” She yelled, running her fingers through her hair, Van’s smile getting wider by the second.

“You do, and it’s fucking hilarious. You were the one who told me not to fall in love, and here you are, crushing on me like a schoolgirl.” He laughed, his hands falling from behind his head to clutch his stomach.

“You’re a fucking dick, McCann,” she chuckled out, pushing him down onto the bed. She slipped on her shoes, pulling her jacket over her shoulders. “This is the last time you’ll see me for a good while. I hope you remember what I taste like, if not. You know how to reach me.”

And that was it, she disappeared from Van’s life without ever telling him her name. They’d text each other updates, Van telling Y/N all about the cities his in. He’d always ask to call, but she’d deny him the pleasure of hearing her voice again. But he’d be surprised when in the next couple of nights, she’d call him.

“Hello?”

“You’re in London, right?”

“Yes, why?”

“I need a favor.” And that was that, Van McCann would drive forty minutes to pick her up from the airport. They’d stay silent in the car ride back to his hotel room. Her flight had been cancelled, leaving her with nowhere to go. She didn’t want to bother him, but she’d kept up with Catfish and the Bottlemen’s whereabouts and had found he was right where she was. “Thank you, by the way.”

“Only way you’re getting out of this car, love, is if you tell me your name.”

“I’ll give you the first initial, that’s my offer.” He pondered it for a minute, wondering if it was worth it. The idea of car sex had never looked good until now.

“Fine, but only cause I’m tired, and I could really use some sleep.”

“It’s Y/F/I.” He proceeded to ask her over and over if her name was this, that, and more. She’d deny every name, even though he’d say it over and over. But he kept on guessing, having Y/N follow him to his room. She’d put her stuff down on the couch that lay off to the side. He shook his head, making her put her stuff on the bottom of the closet floor. She chuckled to herself, before casually moving her bag. “You’re fucking annoying, you know that?”

“And you are stuck in a hotel room with me until you can schedule a new flight. What do you wanna do to kill time?” He asked, a smirk playing on his lips. He prayed she’d want to have sex again, his body aching for hers.

“I guess we could have fun like old times, but I’d have to tell you my name first, wouldn’t I?” She asked, biting her lip afterwards. He nodded, grabbing the tips of her fingers with his. She walked slowly towards him, regaining that spot on his lap that completely belonged to her. “It’s Y/N.”

“Good, now we can fall in love and have a shit ton of babies. In fact, babymaking starts now!”