World-Wide-HETALIANS

A soft mew came from beside you. Looking down to your right you noticed the small kitten. It large honey hued eyes looked lovingly at you. Smiling you picked the small creature up and placing her in your lap gently. "Did you have fun chasing the butterfly Athena?" you asked the small kitten, her response a soft mew. You had be given the small kitten only a few weeks ago as a birthday present from your friend Heracles. Both of you shared a love for cats, and you had always had your eye on the little rascal. You stroked the top of Athena's head earning purrs from the feline. Athena jumped out of your lap and began to pad around the grass you

     The day was usual like any other. You went about your daily duties as a waitress at your local café, taking orders and trying to just get done with your job. Truth be told, having to wear a smile to work every day and acting like you wanted to be here wasn’t something that fit your personality very well. The main reason was really because of your friend that had begged you to work alongside her, and you did feel a bit guilty if you rejected her plea.     After retrieving one of your customer’s order, you set it down in front of them with a dull tone. Turning to see your friend with a look of absolute excitement you c

     You couldn’t stand the way the people were treating the community park. It used to be so common for one to see a brightly colored hummingbird dancing across the flowers or a squirrel dodging out of a tree to give a curious look at the passerby.     Now the public area was filled with a gloomy atmosphere which probably had something to do with the trash littering the grass and the withering flowers framed with dominating weeds. This park existed ever since you could remember. When anything extremely celebration-worthy happened, this park was the first place you and your friends went to. Likewise, when you needed to clear your thoug

“Hercules, I think your cat is stalking me.” “Which one?” said man drawled out, opening his eyes sleepily. You peered at the cat that was currently glaring at you, half his face hidden by the wall separating the living room from your kitchen. “The orange one with a white spot over his left eye.” “You mean Jason?” “If that’s what you named him, then yes.” “Don’t worry about it. That’s just his personality.” “Yeah? Well, I find it very creepy. He’s just sitting there, giving me the evil eye.” Hercules sat up, the first movement got

The car slowly rolled to a stop, and you looked up, eyeing Elizaveta carefully. She was smiling while looking out at the scene before you. The lake shimmered beautifully in the moonlight, the stars reflected wonderfully in the dark water. The trees swayed slightly, the wind light enough to keep you cool on the warm summer night. Elizaveta smiled over at you. "Ready to go?" You bit your lip. "Why the park, of all places? And why at midnight?" "Well, we met at this park, and I like nights around here. Now come on," she said, pushing open her own door and hopping out. You sighed but obliged, opening the door and stepping out. Immediately, you

[Hong Kong x Reader] ~Reader's POV~ Grasping one of your favorite pencils, you drew the image as it looked in your mind's eye. Dark brown hair...creamy chocolate eyes... "What are you drawing [Name]?" Jumping from surprise, you looked up to see your friend Hong Kong. "Eep!" you quickly covered your drawing with your arms. "H-Hey L-Leon...what's up?" He blinked, obviously confused. "What were you drawing [Name]?• "A-Ah...that I see...uh well...it's nothing of importance really...just some...random scribbles," you lied nervously, hoping he couldn't tell that you weren't being entirely truthful. The way his eyebrow raised slightly

     This competition meant so much to you, it becoming something your mind was constantly dwelling upon. The bubbling excitement of the crowd was so contagious it put you and your dragon on edge, your palms feeling clammy as you gripped the leather gloves you had on even tighter.     The commentator standing on the raised pedestal seemed to be announcing something of great importance which immediately caused cheers and roars among the spectators. Yet all that sound became just a dull throb of background noise that you automatically tuned out involuntarily.     When the command is given for all riders to mount their dragons, you clamber o

     Their constant insults and jeering laughter meld into one continuous sound that makes you want to cover your ears and just yell at them the shut up…but you already knew in some desolate corner of your mind that it would only make the bullying worse.     Then came the kicking and shoving. Body braced with the only thought of them oncoming pain you were about to experience- It still didn’t lessen the abuse. A stinging kick to your shin that would certainly bruise later…a forceful shove into the wall…a cut made just a little under your eye.     “Aww…would you take a look at the little freak. Are y

     …it can’t be over.     Wait. There’s still another volume? And it’s the last one of the series?     Steeling up your resolve, you tugged on your favorite pair of sneakers and bolted out the door with a quick explanation of where you were going to your mother. Footsteps slamming against the concrete sidewalk, you almost tripped over an uneven area in the sidewalk causing a walking couple to ask if you were alright. Blushing gradually, you nodded quickly and speed-walked towards the end of the street where you and the worried couple separated onto different paths.     If

"(F/n)?" You jumped a little when you heard the soft, feminine voice that could only belong to your big sister, Liechtenstein. You turned around and saw her petite figure in the doorway. She was obviously tired. "What are you still doing up?" she asked. "I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to come down here to watch some TV." She sighed. "Watching TV isn't going to make you sleepy. It's only going to make you less tired." Your eyes widened. "Really?" "Yes, really. Now let's get you back to bed." "Okay." She walked over to you and offered her hand. You took hold of it and walked with her back upstairs to your room. You sat down on the bed an

-The Day of- “Can you believe it?!” Sealand cheered over the phone. He was talking to Latvia, his best friend. “We were actually invited to a Christmas party! This must mean they’re finally going to make me a country!” Latvia would barely get a word in as Sealand kept going on and on about Christmas miracles and how he couldn’t wait to become a country. “Do you think Santa will be there? I heard he’s Finland, but I want to know for sure.” “Sealand, I...” “Sealand, who’s on the phone?” Latvia heard a female voice ask. “Oh, it’s Latvia!” Sealan

You were sitting in the bedroom you shared with the three Baltic states. All four of you had been taken over by the large nation of Russia. You've been in Mr. Russia's house the longest, you've endured your fair share of pain and torture. At this moment Mr. Russia was out for the day, he had a meeting with the Allies to discuss battle options and would be back tomorrow. This left you, Toris, Eduard and  Ravis alone in the large mansion for the day. Of course you enjoy the Baltic's company, Ravis was like a little brother to you. Eduard was like the older brother you'd look up to in times of despair. Then there was Toris, he was different. H

     Oh, the joys of spring.     Spring, also known as allergy season, was not exactly something you looked forward to with a burning passion. In fact, sometimes you even found this time of year a bit on the boring side.     But of course there was always that one little holiday that brought you so much joy every year. It fell just a few days after the start of spring, and you were quite the famous one whenever the day came around for you to be the troublemaker that you were and have an excuse.     Mhm, April Fool’s Day was your thing.     Grinning mischievously, you held your little bucket of water trying to be the stealthiest

~Reader's POV~ You shuffled around to the porch of Poland's house. Giving the doorbell one murderous look, you gave it a sharp jab. God...why did you even lend the idiot money... The door opens a few milliseconds to reveal him. That creepy guy with the valley-girl style of talking. "OMG. Like, hay [Name]!" Poland. Or in other words, Feliks Lukasiewicz. "Whatever Feliks. Look, I'm here for the money you owe me," you sighed, rolling your eyes. "Oh that? I like, totally have it right now! Why don't you like, come on in and have a seat?" "I'm not here to-" you're cut off as soon as he leaves the room to supposedly get your money. Without

      Everything seemed to come hand in hand with time. People always told you, "Good things come to those who wait" and how "Time heals all wounds". But how much did those sayings actually hold even a sliver of truth in them?     Time in itself was a lie.     Sometimes it passed like the wind, quick and restless, carrying all the joyous emotions with them. Sometimes it passed like a turtle, barely crawling by while dragging its body along, making every single thought and movement painful. Time was never constant. The entire theory of "time" was an illusion, something to trick both the mind and the heart.     Smiling darkly, your

     Was she an idiot?     He watched her through the window, angrily stirring his cup of coffee. It was absolutely pouring out there, will the rain coming down in relentless streaks that the outside world was almost a blur. It didn’t help that the café carried such strong scents of coffees and teas while the shaky outline of a girl shivered. Running an irritated hand through his hair, he criticized himself for even worrying about her. He didn’t know her…and it was the idiota’s own stupid fault for not having an umbrella.     Why didn’t she just leave? Why was she still stan

Right now you were standing at your bus stop. The cold morning air nipped at your nose, making it feel more like winter than spring. Although the sun was shinning, a light frost still covered the green grass. You clutched your black sketchbook closer to your side as you impatiently waited for the bus. Around you other kids chatted away with their friends. "Hey bro!" a voice called out. Turning your attention to the new voice you noticed your American friend walking towards you. His blonde hair blew slightly in the wind. He zipped his bomber jacket up more as another gust of  wind hit him. "Hey Alfred," you greeted with a smile. "Why does

     You were different.     It was something he noticed a long time ago, that sparked his immediate interest and caused his mind to recently always wander…to you. He wondered why that was so. Was it because you didn’t follow the usual patterns of the girls in this school and fawn over him every day, hour, and minute? Probably.     The object of his thoughts was currently sitting a few desks away, perched near a window. The sun caught her [HairColor] locks and set a glowing sheen over them, as if she acquired a halo. She certainly was similar to an angel- perhaps not in personality since she spat out the foulest of insults so

     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