So yeah, right now I'm pretty upset and sad...and I dont even get the whole day to mourn. I have to go to a Birralee rehearsal, thing in a few hours...*sigh*
So yeah...um...I'm going to be pretty upset and bummed for a while.
Thanks for listening
Puberty and Italains (Nyo)It was a normal day at the estate. The gardens had been cared to, the manor cleaned. Austria was happily sitting at her piano, playing to her hearts content as Hungary leaned against the wall and listened to the music that the other nation was creating. It was also surprising peaceful. Italy had not caused any trouble all day, much to Austria’s pleasure. Italy had actually been much more quiet and subdued in the time since Holy Roman Empire had left, the young boy much more content to sit and stare off down the road, obviously hoping for the return of the other young nation.Puberty and Italains (Nyo) by ~Prowls-little-angle2
And yet, there was sadness in the house. Italy had been growing, and his shirt and pants were getting steadily smaller and smaller on him. His growth served only as a reminder of the time that had passed since the young girl had left.
“Draw a circle, that’s the Earth, draw a circle, that’s the Earth, draw a circle, that’s the Earth I am Hetalia”
The song that Italy had taken to s
Chibified Chapter 3WARNING-MILD SWEARINGChibified Chapter 3 by ~Prowls-little-angle2
New Prussia groaned and curled up on herself, inwardly cursing Nationhood from not preventing sickness from non-nation related reasons.
“I hate being sick” she moan-rasped out, wincing as she felt her throat protest.
‘this is sooooooooooo unawesome’ she thought wishing she would remember whatever it was that was niggling in the back of her mid so she could try (key word being try) and fall back asleep again, or at least force her body into co-operation long enough to get SOMETHING from her kitchen to make her feel better, her bin (which was oh so helpfully where it should be, on the other side of the room next to her desk) at the very least.
As another wave of nausea hit her, all she could do was moan and try not to throw up, wishing the mini America and Russia in her head would shut the fuck up already and quick using her skull as their battleground.
‘I wish Papa and Vati were here…but their off preparing for the world
PruCan -Raining on Sunday-Matthew woke up to the sound of rain hitting his bedroom window. He slowly opened his violet eyes, and blinked a few times, his vision fuzzy with sleep.PruCan -Raining on Sunday- by !DeidaraLuna45
Rubbing his eyes, he sat up and reached for his glasses. Putting them on, he looked around his room.
It was simply furnished, with a dresser, desk, a small bookshelf and a closet. Nothing special. There was a large Canadian flag pinned up on one wall, a laptop sitting open on the desk, the screensaver running, and a dark red pullover hoodie tossed across the back of the desk chair. There were some books, video games and DVD's stacked on the bookshelf, a Three Days Grace poster tacked to the closet door and a few framed pictures sitting on the dresser. The walls were painted light blue. There were two windows, both letting in enough natural light that during the day he didn't need to use electrical lighting.
Matthew threw back the covers and got out of bed. His bare feet not making a sound on the cool hardwood floor, he crossed the room