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Let’s be alone together We could stay young forever Scream it from the top of your lungs, lungs, lungs. Malachite screamed in rage, trying to pull themselves free from their watery prison as Malachite increased the pressure of their ocean chains. Pull, push. Push, pull. Back and forth, a constant tug of war, a never-ending battle. The appearance of Steven had only fuelled the rage and determination of the two forces. Pull pulled harder. Push pushed harder. As days blurred into weeks, weeks faded into months, and months blended into years, the pushing and pulling never stopped. Malachite was sick of it. “Let me out you brat!”

I don't know if this love will last, Or if it will become a thing of the past. I'm just glad I can say, I have my memories for a rainy day

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. And yet, there was sadness in the house. Italy had been growin

WARNING-MILD SWEARING 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

enderheart13: CHIGGGGIIIIII me: hola Romano~! me: fusosososo! enderheart13: Chiggi bastardo! What are you doing here me: no reason, just am! enderheart13: I don't trust you, bastardo me: aww, Lovi is so mean to the Boss! enderheart13: CHIIIGGGIII!!! You haven't been my boss for ages! Even then you were trying to get rid of me! *tears in eyes* you always wanted to swap me for my magnifico frattellio me: oh Romano! I did want your Fratello, that's true, but I just wanted someone to help me clean! you can't clean...and when I saw your brother cleaning so well, I just said the first thing that came ot my head! how did you know I wanted to swap an

WARNING: Blood, lots of it, implied smut, Yaoi, blood, PruCan, blood. DONT LIKE, DONT READ He raced through the forest Sense on high alert, he was alert to every sound, every movement. His feet barely even touched the ground as he ran for his life through the forest, HIS forest. He knew this forest, he lived  in it, and he knew if he could make it to the plains he had a chance of making it out, or he could fight, and be at the advantage. A pair of eyes glowed out from the darkness in front of him, forcing him to turn and run another way, lest those eyes catch him. He heard the screeches and whoops as his pursuer chased him. Wait, pursuer&hell