World-Wide-HETALIANS

     Another conference...     Well maybe this one will run somewhat more smoothly than the previous ones? You should take hold of that happy thought and that hopeful demeanor even though a part of you knew that it was just wishful thinking. Besides, world meetings aren’t always that bad…the strawberry cake last time was actually pretty good…     You bumped into someone and quickly apologized ashamed that you had let your own daydreams get the better of you. However, the person merely ignored you and moved on.     Frowning, you guessed that he was probably busy or something and didn’t have time for idle chitcha

         You walked through the brightly lit hallways of a rather prestigious art gallery hand in hand with Korea. Some of the things people claimed to be art looked like what got stuck in your garbage disposal from time to time. Other pieces, however, you could hardly believe were created by human hands. After a while of walking, you stopped and stared at a particularly strange piece of art. Your silence had Korea feeling a little worried. "Are you enjoying yourself at all? You really haven't said very much since we got here." "Of course I am." You gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "I was just wondering to myself how a bunch of coat hangers g

You silently stared up at the sign that had been plastered in rather big, brightly bolded letters above your head labeled 'Carreido Dance Studio', the heavy black and white striped gym bag that you had packed before you left your house slipping off your shoulder the longer you looked upwards. When your friend had told you not a few hours earlier that when you took a left by the only Starbucks in town you would see a bold sign offering cheap dancing lessons, she wasn't kidding. It surprised you as to why you had never seen this building before she had even recommended the class to you, just for the fact it had stood out like a sore thumb the l

"It's time for bed, sis." You looked up from your book, which was filled with colorful pictures of tropical fish. You were flipping through a rather large encyclopedia of fish and sea creatures, admiring the beautiful pictures of bright coral reefs and the amazingly unique animals. "Why now?" you whined, clutching the heavy book close to your chest. "Because it's after ten o'clock, and you aren't supposed to be up past nine," Seychelles explained, attempting to pry the book out of your fingers. After a few moments, you let go of the book, causing Seychelles to stumble backwards. She smiled cheerfully and giggled. "Come on." You pouted chi

"Carry me," you demanded. "Excuse me?" Vash stated as he turned to face you. "Carry me," you repeated. "No thank you," he scoffed as he continued to trek. "Why not!" you whined. "My feet hurt!" Vash had though it would've been a wonderful idea to trek through a mountain today. Lucky for you it wasn't one from his native country or Switzerland. Instead it was a small inclined slope. Barely even classified as a mountain. About half way up it, you decided to see how long Vash's patience would last. "You're acting like a spoiled brat," he insulted as he turned to face you. "I know you are but what am I?" you childishly stammered. "Now you

"(F/n)." "Mama." "You're up past your bedtime." "So are you." Ukraine, your mother, laughed. "I don't have a bedtime anymore!" "Then why do I have one?" you said, pouting adorably. "Because you're too young. When you get older, you can stay up later." "But-" "If you go to bed now, I'll sing 'Котику Cіренький'1 for you." You looked up sharply. That was your favorite lullaby from your childhood. You wanted to stay up late, but you wanted your mother to sing to you, too. You could only have one… You looked at your mother and held up your arms, silently

"DON'T MOVE!" Jade grasped the metal gun, which at this point had been chilled from the nights piercing sting, between her shaken hands, nothing but hatred burning in her repulsed gaze the longer she stared down at the worn childs toy that stood dead still in the newly dug grave. Chucky's eyes had since hardened, even more so then they usually had been, his face scrunching up into a sneer of some sorts as he looked up to the girl who's emotions at this point could not be easily distinguished. Fear? Hate? He had seen this in most of his prey, so it hadn't been anything he hadn't seen before. But there seemed to be something else there- Someth

Pregnant! Reader X 2P! FACE Hehe-Didn’t See That Coming! Slight Cuss! Somewhat. :) GO 2P!!!!!  A small screech filled the air before going silent, the streets empty of anyone. Except for the few bodies that littered the alley, no one was about. Everyone knew to stay indoors and be still in the nightly hours. Only because of them.  The group traipsed with leisurely peace, a few snide comments shared as they headed home. It had been a rather successful raid and with weapons brandishing a layer of crimson, they had matching smiles on their faces. (Hehe..) Going through the door with a bang, France instantly went for the wine bottle c