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 Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 1:35 pm
Welcome to my W o n d e r l a n d !
[The intro!] Stumbled upon this wonderland by accident? Or on purpose? Either way, you'll have some not-so-great fics to kill time with.
Thanks for visiting, even if you hate the fic! :D
But please don't post here! If you wish to critique or review post it here.
~Tiffy
PS: It's going to be a page stretched thread!
PSS: Please don't steal my layout and coding for this! It took a lot of time. Four hours in fact.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 1:39 pm
About the A u t h o r e s s!
[The Bio] Hello thar! I'm the author of these random drabbles, oneshots and the occasional fic. It's been a real long time since I wrote a fic/oneshot/drabble/etc so my writing is going to fail. A lot. Really. So, please tolerate my not-so-great writing skills. They'll come back right? So anyways, enjoy the fics! [If you can that is.] Beware my fail spelling too. I'm Canadian, I'll spell things the Canadian way. Deal with it. Kay? :D
Ohmaigawd! You'll notice that I'll use the colours hotpink and grey a lot. That's because they're my two absolute favourite colours! This thread will be updated every fic unless internet is being a b*tch. So, no fretting. If the plot bunny decides to visit, I'll update. Most fics will take me a few hours to complete. Other facts that you didn't need to know:»I'm scared to fail. Not joking.»I'm Asian [Chinese]. 'Nuff said.»I've designed a web page before. It was hella hard. D:»I prefer BBCode to HTML Code. Period.»CSS Coding is harder.»I like pie. And cookies.»I'm actually a fun girl! But please don't make me mad. I'll prolly quit writing. That includes my daily visiting here! [Yes, I'm mentally unstable and very insecure.]»I will write drabbles to cure writer's block. Really. Give me a prompt if you wish!A u t h o r e s s' notes on life
[Her reminders] »Get a plot bunnie to visit. D: Kinda got that, just need to write it! XD;
»Write a continueing fic for at least three chapters
»Don't fail school.
»Or life for that matter.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 1:48 pm
In P r o g r e s s!
[Incomplete Fics] [Name]|[Drabble/Fic/Oneshot/etc]|[Chapters]|[Rating]|[Half/Almost/Not at all done]
To the Fics!
[And Why are the Younger Ones Always Taller?]|[...Not sure yet. xD;]|[...1?]|[K-T]|[Not at all done]Made the C u t!
[Finished Fics] [Name]|[Drabble/Fic/Oneshot/etc]|[Chapters]|[Rating]
To the Finished ones!
[Annually Unwanted]|[Oneshot]|[1]|[T]
[On Sundays, you eat chocolate cake]|[Drabble]|[1]|[K+]
[Two Hundred and Thirty Three Years]|[Long Drabble]|[1]|[K+]
[Witch craft and Wizardry]|[Drabble]|[1]|[K+]No M o r e?
[Discontinued/Hiatus-ed Fics] [Name]|[Drabble/Fic/Oneshot/etc]|[Chapters]|[Rating]|[Reason for dismissial or hiatus]
To the Undone fics! D:
Ha. None yet. Let's keep it like this.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 4:06 pm
Annually U n w a n t e d
[Cuz This Ain't no Ordinary meeting] Rating: T for Teen.
Word Count: 907
Warnings: Um. Manitoba's mouth. My not-so-great writing skills. Not Beta-d. OCs from this post.
Summary:The annual meeting of provinces and territories. ---- A sigh escaped Canada’s mouth. It was the same yearly meeting that every province and territory attended; and at the same time, it was one of the things in one year that didn’t need to come.
Why you ask? Well, Ontario and Quebec fought like two dogs over food, Manitoba would eventually join in with Quebec, cussing at Ontario and temporarily forming an alliance with Quebec only to have it broken up five minutes later after Quebec or Ontario makes a rude remark. Some where along this insanity, someone (whether it was Alberta or Saskatchewan was anybody’s guess) would bring up the time Quebec and Ontario where married or even just make another 'smart' remark. Nunavut and Newfoundland and Labrador would be playing through this; British Columbia would be sending mail and opposing deforestation through the whole of this. The Maritimes, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia and Prince Edward Island, would commonly talk about this year’s fishing season. North West Territories and the Yukon would talk about other countries. By talk, that meant that Yukon would commonly fantasize over Japan in a Mounties uniform and having North West Territories listening to her sister.
Eventually, Canada would snap and yell at them for being so noisy and evading the topic. Somehow, this annual meeting would go on perfectly and they wouldn’t have to see each other for a year. Unless, of course, there was an emergency war time meeting where every single province and territory would have to make it here and discuss this.
This year, Canada arrived late and the only ones there were North West Territories and Nunavut. As Nunavut’s supposed older sister, North West Territories was there to look over the new territory. A wave was sent to the two and Canada left to sit at the head of the table, where a country should sit. Compared to 13 provinces and territories to 50 states, this would be a breeze right? Not really. America was probably used to his state’s crazy antics. But Canada, he was always over shadowed, and wasn’t able to take leadership with most World Conferences. This is where he would normally gain his confidence and leadership skills.
In 10 minutes, all the others came. Grumpy, or plain bored and definitely not looking to this. This year Canada posed the same question he always did.
“So, how was this year?”
Ontario was the first to speak up. His smile and his glare towards Quebec wasn’t one to celebrate.
“So perfect this year! Better than this French guy.”
Quebec’s glare hardened.
“I may speak French, but the official term is Acadian,” snarled Quebec. You could hear the skin to forehead impact sounds from the prairie provinces. “And for the record, I did pretty well this year.”
“Oh yea? I will always do better than you, Mr. I-speak-French-as-my-official-language.”
All eyes were on the two. Ontario had just crossed the line by just a tiny step but Quebec would still make a huge deal out of it.
“Et c'est un problème?” Quebec speaking French was to only provoke Ontario, as his French was not as fluent as his. Ontario was speechless. For the only time in the year, he was speechless. Quebec saw that Ontario was at a loss of words, a smug smile appeared on his lips. “You are at a loss of words, non?” Ontario’s eyebrow twitched. A few swears later Manitoba decided to join in, “stupid Ontario. You just take things from people!” His face did not change from angry. Quebec’s jeering laugh trailed off.
“What? Me? Stupid? Who do you think you’re talking to, short stuff?!” Ontario was pissed. Very, very pissed.
“Short stuff?” Manitoba was very touchy about his height, “You’re as bad as that French b*****d!” Quebec twitched. Soon enough Quebec, Manitoba and Ontario were yelling insults for each other; Maritime provinces were talking about this year’s fishing season; Nunavut and Newfoundland and Labrador were playing with Kumajirou and other polar bears and their dogs; Prairie provinces (minus Manitoba) would talk about this year’s harvest; British Columbia was protesting deforestation via emails and Yukon was ranting to Northwest Territories about how awesome Japan would look in a Mounties uniform.
“Japan would look so awesome in a Mounties uniform!” Yukon’s voice rang.
“Yea! I mean, this years’ catch wasn’t the best.” Nova Scotia’s voice seemed to highlight this fact.
“Y’all got that right! That tractor’s gotta go!” commented Saskatchewan after taking a look at Alberta’s tractor.
This was so clichéd for every single meeting. Canada sweat dropped. It was the same thing every single year. Canada was tired of it.
“Enough!” Canada’s voice rang through the room, startling everyone and gaining attention from everyone, “look, I know you want to yell at each other, bash each other or whatever, but this is an important meeting! The faster we finish this, the faster we can stop seeing each others’ faces! Got it?!”
A murmur or ‘yes’ and few nodding heads meant that they agreed with Canada. “Good! Now take your seats and start presenting!” Everyone who was not seated took their seats and everyone pulled out papers on their economic growth and what not.
In four hours’ time, they were finished.
“See? It wasn’t that hard, was it?” Canada commented.
Ontario and Quebec were first out of the room, racing to get out of there. British Columbia skated out and everyone left after.
That only left Canada, alone in the room. He rested his head in his hand. Oh the joy of this meeting. If it would only come every two years.
----
Translation for Quebec's tiny French phrase: 'And is that a problem?'
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 5:41 pm
On Sundays, you eat C h o c o l a t e Cake
[Because we all know it's cool like that.] Rating: K+
Word Count: 139
Warnings: None. I think.
Summary: On a Sunday, Matthew decides to spend it with chocolate cake. ---- It was the one day where Matthew could enjoy a day to himself. No provinces or territories, no Alfred and no work. Even if countries didn’t need to work, he still had to make sure provinces weren’t at each other’s throat. What day was this you ask? This was Sunday. His face was smiling as he walked into the kitchen. Kumajirou merely yawned and followed his master into the kitchen. Matthew wanted something sweet, something yummy, something like maple syrup. He bent down to see what was in his fridge. The fridge was deprived of normal food and the only thing sitting there was a piece of chocolate cake with a tiny note saying ‘to eat when I get the time. Date: Saturday.’ He smiled. There wasn’t anything like being prepared for the only time he had to himself. ---- Prompt: Chocolate cake. Thank you, Yuukie.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 12:28 pm
Two H u n d r e d and Thirty Three Years
[Because you just know.] Rating: K+
Word Count: 188
Warnings: None!
Summary: Alfred comtemplates on Texas and his independance. ---- Alfred F. Jones was never one to contemplate on anything. In fact, most of the times, nothing else was on his mind except for one thing, McDonald’s. Today was different. Upon waking up this morning, he stared at his pair of glasses. Texas just sat there, innocently, just like how it had sat there for many years. It had been 233 years since the day he separated from Arthur. His glasses sat there, like it always did. His phone suddenly rang, blaring his national anthem. He jammed his glasses to his face and a quick swipe and his ear was to the receiver, “Alfred F. Jones resident hero here! How may I help you?” His face wide smile was spread, as he heard the voice on the other end of the receiver, Matthew Williams, his twin. “You’re late Alfred.” Alfred glanced to his watch; it was 2:18PM, three minutes late. “Yeesh! You’re such a stick in the mud! I’ll be there soon!” Alfred smiled and closed his phone before his twin could say anymore and walked out. Two hundred and thirty three years had really passed by quickly. ---- Prompt: Glasses. Thank you PFU.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 3:16 pm
Witch craft and W i z a r d r y
[In the 16th century...] Rating: K+
Word Count: 121
Warnings: None.
Summary: Once upon a broom, Arthur finds memories. ---- Arthur Kirkland was never the one to manually clean the house by hand. In fact, he just waved his wand and bam! You’d have a clean house. But today, he was looking in his closet, the old place where you’d put unwanted things that you didn’t have the heart to throw out. Today, he found a broom. And that broom was special. He acquired it during the 16th century, when burning witches at the stake was popular. In fact, he had acquired this very broom from a real witch. A woman who practiced witch craft with Arthur. The woman’s fate however, was already spelled out. He chuckled to himself and kept cleaning. Being nearly immortal could be so much fun sometimes. ---- Prompt: Broom. Thank you, Lulu.
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