Platonic-Hetalia-FC

-… bloody hell, co on znowu wymyślił? Anglia przechadzał się wzdłuż korytarza, wbijając wzrok w najnowszą wiadomość tekstową od Ameryki, próbując się domyślić, na jaki genialny pomysł wpadł ten bachor. Wiadomość mówiła tylko coś o „genialnym planie” i „pomocnej telewizji”. Blondyn drapał się po głowie, starając się wpaść na jakikolwiek pomysł, jednak bezskutecznie. Ten szczyl z hamburgerem zamiast mózgu mógł wpaść na cokolwiek, o czym

Loud booms of thunder resounded in the sky, accompanied by uncomfortably bright flashes of lightning and heavy rainfall. By the looks of the dark gray clouds, the storm was not going to end or let up anytime soon. Veneziano couldn’t help but be a little down about that. According to the news on the television the weather was going to remain the same for the next few days and thus effectively spoiling his plans while he was in America’s home. The Italian had hoped to do some sight seeing with America while he was here since he had the time, having the business end of his trip wrapped up much sooner than expected. Thinking of the Am

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 Night had fallen early tonight, as was not uncommon in this little country town, dark blue skies strung with twinkling stars like tiny diamonds winking in an interwoven haven above. The night often brought with it a hush that the boy very much enjoyed, as in the day the shouts of other children playing and rushing cars bothered him a great deal, even within the large, hidden home that was kept back off the road to avoid such things disturbing him. His adoptive father often disliked the fact that they were still within unmuted hearing range of the neighborhood, but the pair would have to deal with it since they were unable to do much about it

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Chapter 2 - Lili Zwingli, Renatus of Gretel I was scared. I never thought something like this might ever happen. I couldn't even comprehend half of what actually happened, and I still don't even now. All those events all happened so suddenly and with such intensity that I wished I hadn't been there when it happened. I'm not sure if I had been grown up enough take in everything without losing my sanity. The death, the destruction….. Everything. I am not sure if I could handle it. But what really made my knees wobble was what my brother told me later on. I didn't even believe in that supernatural phenomenon known as magic that nearly d

Chapter 1 – Lovino Vargas, Renatus of the Sorcerer's Apprentice Location: St. Gallen-Altenrhein Airport, Switzerland. Time: 13:50 "They're here. I've spotted them." A rather conspicuous-looking brunette that one might have actually mistaken for a mafia member because of his appearance and actions, spoke in a hushed tone to himself - or so it looked. He stood very still on a busy pathway, on which several people walked by to reach their designated gateways, as if he was in no hurry at all. Even though he was standing absolutely still and had a suspicious demeanor, few people glanced at his way. It was almost as if he was invisible. He was

It was a sudden knock at the door that got Matthew back into the living; he was awoken by a rather firm one at that. Pushing himself up, he looked out the window and saw Alfred standing there with a rather annoyed person. Odd, wasn't Alfred supposed to come back tomorrow? So why was he at the door? With his curiosities alone, Matthew got off the couch, knowing that Arthur was now in the kitchen preparing dinner, and answered the door. He looked up at the woman that was standing there, her shocked expression on her face. Oh, this must be Alfred mother, he guessed. For just a second he looked into her eyes, her green eyes that seemed to have w

Okay, my mind is so messed up right now that I won't bother to speak. But why would I, not with the glares I was getting from Alfred, then the fact that my head was pounding its own beat rather than my usual piano chords in my head. Speaking of that, I really want to play something on the baby grand we have down stairs. Letting my fingers brush against the keys, which would be nice. That way, I won't have to listen to any bickering that comes and goes within the house. Yeah, that's what I like. But that's not the point! I make it down the stairs, but my head's spinning in circles as I take a step. Maybe I should stay in bed, but I'm really

High above the city, deep into the country side, upon a hill, sat a school. It wasn't any ordinary school, no; this was for the musically gifted. For anyone who can read, compose and play music in any type of form, when it was either vocals or instrument, all the talented people across the globe came here to increase their skill in music and the art form it was. People in this school had to be at the top of their game, otherwise they'll no longer be welcome into the school. Inside the gates there were students, a hundred or so, travelling the school grounds. Girls with dresses that were different lengths, according to what the girl felt comf