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 Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 9:27 pm
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx★彡 α и и α ' sxxxs т σ я ץxxxα ℓ в υ м ★彡
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Yes, they're based off of Hetalia and such~
I hope you guys enjoy!  Caution! ;;★[One] - Even though english is my first language,
my fingers don't know it too well and I tend to make several typos.
Please bare with me on this.
[Two] - Sometimes I exaggerate the story lines and pretty much everything...
But there are times that my literature becomes as dull and flat as a
sheet of wax paper.
[Three] - Sorry to say that most of my literate work doesn't have
much of a high vocabulary... Just to let you know.
[Four] - Lastly, sorry if I get writer's block once in a while!
[Five] - I don't intend to offend anyone with the pairings.
So please understand and don't poke me with a stick!
[Six] - I need to warn about my OOCing.x
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x★;; Small Biography of the Writer As you might know, I'm Anna and currently live on a stranded island in the Greater Antilles...
Do not attempt to search, we are puny.
I'm also sixteen and hopefully will turn seventeen next year if all is well. I enjoy art most of all and little bit of literacy, though I melt in english class... Sports? Horrible at it, though when I was in primary school I had a passion for football, aka soccor. Now come to think of it...
I only recently converted to a Hetalia faniac... It all started when I was snooping around test threads and noticed a girl's siggy with America/ England. Later on I grew curious and went to search for it online, via youtube. Then when I realized that it seemed like something hilarious, I looked for a good anime site and watched the episodes until now!
Oh! And one more thing. Yo no hablo espanol~
Tambien... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▐░█▌ ▐░█▌ ▐░█▌ ▐░█▌ ▐░█▌ ▐░█▌ ▐░█▌ ▐░█▌ ▐░█▌ ▐░█▌ ▐░█▌ ▐░
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 10:11 pm
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It's a: Long Drabble?
Characters: Greece [/main],
Ancient Greece [/mentioned]
Rated: PG
Posts: #1
Precautions: Nothing really...
Summary: Greece dug up a chest with his
name on it in the ruins, thought to be left behind
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It's a: Fanfiction
Characters: Scotland [/main], Ireland [/main], England [/mentioned].
Rated: PG 15
Posts: #1
Precautions: Cursing, Ireland.
Summary:
Saundra Findlay, the New Scotland recieves a sudden call from
her nearby cousin, England about the arrive of Ireland. Saundra
knows Comgal's attitude has changed, but has it changed enough
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 8:31 pm
x»»xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxBuried The ruins of Athens were quite an interesting place. That was if you looked at it closely or had a passion for history just as Greece did. If you stood out in his backyard, you could see him for days digging around with a shovel and his jacket over his shoulders, dangling behind him. Several times he'd come across objects that would catch his attention. Such as statues or kitchen ware. There were times he'd figure that his mother had a reason to bury these things, but then again, she could have just used such things to run an unexpected guest from the house. Most likely Ancient Rome.
"μόλιs σπουδαίος..."
The sun was pouring over him, though it didn't bother him as much as what his shovel had struck. Something hard, but hollow. The Greecian leveled himself to the ground on his knees and began to clear the fine coating of dirt to unveil a chest. A personal tab on the very top of it seemed just as familiar to Greece as anything. It was his name as far as he'd known. 'Ελλάδα'
Translations;;
"μόλιs σπουδαίος...= Just as good as great / Just great."
'Ελλάδα = Greece'
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 8:48 pm
FindingxxNewxxScotlandxxx -And who do you think you are?! ...Scotland. New, Scotland.
C l o v e r -♥- Onexx Pale golden brown locks of hair glistened in the cold, wintery sun. A smile so brilliant and vibrant that could melt the snow away. And a heart soft, but naive. These things made up the girl that Scotland really was. Though her father was a heavy drinker and would usually come home with the heavy scent of an Irish pub, she still loved him. Though the strong, old man passed away and left their home in her hands. New Scotland.
It was a chilly day in December. Snow, tons of it, floating down from the sky. Christmas was in eight days and yet she hadn't a present for Comgal. What on plant earth would she get the blasted boy? She sighed. The memories were suddenly beginning to flow.
It had been around ten or so years since Comgal had last shared his mythical friends with Saundra. It was simply the way kids were. But as the time progressed, authority also began to change. A fight. A horrid fight. She could almost hear the screams of the young blond Comgal. He didn't want to be taken away from his friend. His Saundra. Though they were too young to understand what was truely going on.
The minds of adults were just too hard to follow. But one thing was certain. "Papa..." Young Saundra was most determined to to say, but something told her no. Papa and uncle are no longer friends... That means... no more Comgal... No more good times. "Papa... s- stop... I want Comgal back..."
Funny how modern times have changed. Saundra was now a newer Scotland. Comgal was now a newer Ireland. But...
She bit her lip.
There was still a problem. Would Ireland accept her as a friend once more?
The blue-eyed girl paused. It was becoming clear how much Comga-- No. Not Comgal anymore. He was now Ireland. The new Ireland. The Ireland that had come to bear such a heavy grudge against Suandra. They were just kids back then. He didn't understand. It wasn't anyone's fault that things had to be this way. It just happened to turn out like this.
She sighed, watching the drifting snow from her window. It was beautiful. But not as beautiful as how Papa used to describe Mama. She was graceful, warm-hearted, whipped up a hell of a dinner and was an amazing mother overall. Too bad Saundra didn't remember her face.
"I'm going to take a shower... Ok, Papa?"
A soggy pit-pating drowned the silence of the house. Saundra, like all the other times, wondered around in an over-sized T-shirt -- her most comfortable attire. Cold, but com--
The phone rung.
That meant only two things. Relatives or salesmen trying to cheat people of their money. The patting of Saundra's clammy feet against the floor mixed with the soft panting of her breath. She grabbed the reciever.
"Hel--"
"Where the bloody hell are you?!" The english accent boomed from the other end of the reciever.
It was 'New' England. Or in other words. Emilia.
"E-Emilia!" Her anxiety was raising. But exactly what was England calling for at a time like this?
There was a rough static blurring the quality of the call.
Saundra bit her bottom lip nervously.
"It's ENGLAND to you! Now spill the beans! Where's that boy?"
"B-boy?"
"Don't like you don't know! I heard it myself. The little runt said it himself he was planning to visit you today." 'Today?!'
Saudra could do nothing but gawp. Comgal? Noway. He hated Saundra. Hated her!
"Saundra? Oy! Where the bloody hell did your mind fly off to--" The screams subsided once the recieve hung over the hook. The call was over. But the Scottish's swirling thoughts weren't. She released her grip on the phone's reciever, letting it drop to her side.
Comgal.
Did she say...Comgal?
The orange-haired girl took a brief moment to rethink. Then, it hit her. The sound of a loose fist knocking against the front door. This made her back run chills and her legs began to shiver in fright.
"H-hold on!" Please not be Comgal. That was Saundra's prayer as she narrowed her path towards the door. Every step felt heavier than the other. Each second her heart drummed through her ears. The constant beating. Gradually, her hand came in contact with the doorknob and slowly, she leaned forward. Peeking through the glass division of the door, she saw him. Or at least part of him. Saundra turned the knob, pulling the door open inch by inch. The blond turned once the door was fully open. His expression seemingly unsatisfied. "Oy... brat."
Saundra's golden brown locks of hair swayed from side to side. A simple result from backing away. Her heart skipped a beat, her blood rushed through her veins, her lips went unspoken. He, Comgal, stared straight in Saundra's direction with those beautiful caribbean blue eyes. Flakes of snow laid soft spoken kisses to his pale blond hair. His lips were-- "What the hell are you drooling at you mule?" -- harsh... The boy pushed her aside as he entered, leaving a mixed trail of mud and snow across the floor.
"H-hey!" The docile girl screamed.
But, Comgal's deadly gaze was enough to shush her.
His hands snailed into his pockets just before he came to a stop. How much more rude could he possibly get? The boy had now kicked off his soiled shoes and jacket. Locating himself to the couch to laze around as if the world revolved around him. But of course it did. Atleast in his little world.
Saundra's hands tightened into fists.
"O--"
"What are you waiting for? Clean up your mess otherwise you'll get a pretty bad report."
Report?
"E...eh?" The Scottish girl didn't quite know what to make of this. Report? What did he mean by that? Comgal smirked. And quite a smirk it was too. "Saundra," he said, the tone of his voice enough to send chills down one's spine. "from now on, you belong to me!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 6:03 pm
A Thankful Clasp.Chapter -- One xxIt was late fall when the olive leaves fluttered down from their towering branches; the sky melting into fine reds, golds, pinks and purples. Darkness laid over the land as the sun decended from the sky, wavering down upon the horizon like a child tucking into bed. No longer than that the moon peeked out from the east, beginning the night as it had always done. A boy sat on porch steps, his gaze wandering up to the stars that blinked at him from that dark yonder. His thoughts gathered; then stired. A face, a beautiful face. His eyes dropped to peer at the ring that graced his finger. It was the second to last on his left hand. Though it was a ring, it was there for a purpose. It served as a rememerance of that special someone. The someone that loved him, but had to leave.
xxHe sighed, fingers of the opposite hand twisting the ring round and round, even continued when a faint creak snailed from the door. A soft footstep and a hand landed on the boy's shoulder.
xx"Theo..."
xxIt was the voice of his father whom he'd inherited most of his outward features from. Wavy brown hair, tanned skin, sharp olive-green eyes and much more. The only thing he lacked was height. Compared to his father, he was only short of twelve perfect inches. Theo never did inherit that, not one bit. Still he didn't let that bother him and soon he was back on his feet, walking pass his father into the house, running a hand through his hair.
xx"Papa, I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about"
xx"Are you sur--"
xx"I am."
xxNot only the features, but the knack of cutting conversations also ran in the young Grecian's blood. Seventeen, almost eighteen in a few more months. Still he wasn't quite of age yet and he knew it well. His hands balled into loose fists, his feet guiding him to his room before he could he could shut the door behind him.
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xx"I have to leave. I-" Those frosty blue eyes drifted away, then came a sigh. "-I don't want to leave you." Surely there had to be a reason for such words. They were so far from home, both of them, yet they were separated by their own geological distance; the distance of their homes. As a country, there were several problems that would arise outwardly, but as a person, these things were personal.
xxLeaving behind another country to return home wasn't personal. Leaving behind someone you were truely in love with to return to the biting cold was personal. He'd been waiting, waiting all this time for a single call to ring in. But nothing.
xxNothing since that day he watched the Dane turn and fade through the raging blizzard on every dieing crunch his boots made. He'd cried that day, his body was so cold without that special part of him; his heart. Still, he remembered his fingers uncurling to reveal that glinting silver that peered up at him from his palm. The Dane had called it a promise, a promise to never forget each other, even if they were thousands of miles away. This was the only thing he ever had to remember him. His love.
xxTheir love.
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xxA hum filled the twilight air, stirring the Grecian and throwing him onto his side. A groan escaped his lips and a hand from under the sheets sailed to the direction of the humming, groping through the dimness for the eletronic. He stretched, kicking a foot in annoyance as he reached for the phone on the distant nightstand.
xxHe missed.
xxHe missed again.
xxHe grabbed it.
xxTheo reeled it in, flipped it open and set it to his ear as another hand wiped the sleep from his face. Who would call him at a time like this? The sun wasn't even up yet, maybe peeking from the horizon, but still...
xx"Theo?"
xxThe boy opened his eyes at voice speaking from the other end of the reciever. It called his name so casually. So... so smoothly. Not only that, but there were other sounds in the background: barking, shuffling of papers, another voice complaining that "Denmark's pup should be less like his young owner and more neater like Sweden".
xx"B-Beo?", he echoed hoarsely.
xxTheo licked the moisture back into his lips, sitting up in bed. Several springs below him creaked and popped at the slow action, his sheets rustled, his hand ran roughly through his dark tangled hair.
xx"D-Did I wake you? You sound tired."
xxHe was.
xx"Yeah..." He sighed, his voice a bit off tune. "Wh-where are you? Why'd you call?"
xxThere was more rustling in the background, footsteps and finally a clicking sound.
xx"I'm sorry if I woke you up. If you want, I could hang--"
xx"No-no, It's fine." He shot first, lowering his hand from his hair to scoot his weight towards the edge of the bed. Once he'd done this, his feet met the floor and he yawned, stretching in the process.
xx"It's fine, really... Once I wake up, I don't go asleep for a while." He explained, taking in a small breath before lifting himself up onto his feet. He stirred, rubbing his back before slugging to the bathroom.
xx"Oh, ok. Well, I just wanted to know your opinion before I do anything." "Sure, go ahead." The phone mingled between his ear and shoulder now as his hand dipped to grab the toothpaste and a brush. Then, once he'd squeezed the minty gel onto the bristles, he lifted the brush to his teeth and began his daily procedure. Now with a free hand, he recollected the phone into his palm.
xx"... You sound like you're having fun, Katte~"
xxTheo would have blushed at that, but instead he ran his gaze away, his nose growing warm in the process.
xx"... Igsh daf ift?" He mumbled before setting the brush aside and covering the phone from the sound that would proceed later. He spat, lifted his hand from the speaker and poured himself a fresh cup of water to risen with.
xxThe Dane cracked up on the other line, resisting a small laugh. "How adorable, maybe I did call at the wrong time?"
xxTheo spat, quick to object upon such a thing. "No, it's fine! Just tell me what you want to say!"
xx"Fine..."
xxTheo refilled another cup of water and brought it to his lips, listening to the Dane's farther response whilst he swooshed the water around in his mouth.
xx"I wanted to know if you'd like the spend Thanksgiving with me..."
xxPffffft!
xxTheo wiped the remaining water from his chin before glancing at the mirror he'd hosed down. Theo? The Dane? Together? With a turkey? This had to be a dream. Yeah, it was totally a dre--
xx"Theo, are you ok? Theo?!"
"I-I'm fine... Just don't joke around like that," 'It does a bad number on me, y'know.'
xxSuddenly there was a dead silence from the other side of the phone. Theo shuffled uncomfortably, finding a towel to wipe his face with before responding.
xx"Be--"
xx"It's not a joke... I really look forward to you coming... Really."
xxJust as those sweet innocent words entered the Grecian's ears, he bit his lip, his stomach knoting from the guilt that lingered within him. Had he offended the Dane yet again? Why was he always saying such unnecessary things that would hurt the other?
xx"Really?"
xx"Yes, really."
xx"Really what?"
xxTheo spun around to find his father at the door of the bathroom, his lazy body leaning against the frame and his hair messed with cats. The boy couldn't help but gape, the words unable to flow from his mouth like they'd done a moment ago.
xx"Is that your dad?"
xx"Yeah it's him..." Theo answered, making room for the older Grecian to access the sunk. In result, he was questioned as to why the mirror was drenched. He shook it off, replying that he'd accidently spewed water over it.
xxHe had to avoid any further comments from his father, yet he still needed permission. No. He was a country. He didn't need permission! So, scooting back to his room with a wondering Dane's voice in his ear, he changed his clothes and hurried for a suitcase.
xx"I'll have to book a flight and everything..."
xx"You don't have to."
xx"huh?"
xxTheo's hands hovered over the emptied luggage he'd opened on his bed.
xx"I've already booked a flight."
xxHe what?!
xxTheo froze. He was between spacing out or actually fainting. Had the Dane planned this out all along? It wasn't that Theo didn't want to go, he was more than happy to, but... It was just so long since they'd seen each other. It was almost a year ago. New Years day, snow, cold, loneliness.
xxTheo sighed, returning bit by bit into reality. That was until the voice he'd been talking to immediately snapped him back.
xx"I'm hoping you can catch the flight in an hour, Island's at the airport already waiting for you."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 12:26 pm
Chapter Two
10:34 read Theo's watch as he strolled through the crowds of people with luggage in hand and traveler's bag slung around shoulder. A fitful child was being hushed by its parents, tourists were pointing around at signs and the air was busy with sounds. Cups, luggage, chatter, footsteps and car engines. A blast of cool air hit Theo as the automatic doors of the airport opened, people streaming in along with him.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 3:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 8:56 pm
Name twelve of your favorite Hetalia characters in any order.
1. Germany
2. North Italy
3. Denmark
4. Spain
5. Sweden
6. Canada
7. Seychelles
8. Turkey
9. Greece
10. America
11. Cuba-san
12. Japan
1. Have you read a five/ten fic before?
Nope, never.
2. Do you think three is hot? How hot?
YES. Like, hotter than lava spewing from the earth- hot! [/drool]
3. What would happen if six got one pregnant?
Wait-- WHAT?!
4. Do you recall any good fics about nine?
Very much yes, I just haven't really read them...
5. Would seven and two make a good couple?
I think so. Who knows? Feliciano's a pretty good flirt with the ladies.
6. Four/eight or four/nine?
Spain/Turkey or Spain/Greece? AHEM, number two. Everyone sees their little conversations in the supermarket. And it's obvious something's going on.
7. What would happen if seven discovered three and eight in a secret relationship?
I doubt she'd even care, much less know who they are.
8. Make a summary of at least twenty words for a two/six fic.
[ Canada x Italy ]
Where mid-summer days this wonderful in the bright Italian city? Canada couldn't help but wonder as he strolled through the busy streets teeming with tourists. The sun, warmer than back home, sat in the sky as he finally found the Italian's home. Rome. Then, with a gentle knock to the door, not wanting to be rude, Matthew waited patiently with Kuma snuggled in his arms. "Ah~ I hope Italy remembers me..." "Who?" The polar bear quickly asked, looking up to his master. "I'm Canada..." "Ehhh~ Looks like no one's here." An Italian voice said after opening the door, looking around for the source of the knock. Kuma pawed at his nose as Canada leaned forward, about to state his position when suddenly the Italian walked into him, their lips suddenly meeting in the collision.
9. Is there such a thing as a four/ten romantic fluff story?
Spain and America? I've never really... Wait, what?
10. Suggest a title for a one/five Hurt/Comfort fic.
Germany and Sweden, if there's even a thing like that...
'' Northern Winds ''
11. What kind of plot would you use for a three/eleven fic?
Are you MAD?!
12. Does anyone on your friends list read number seven het? What about nine slash?
Seychelles being groped by France -- Yes.
Greece slashed [whatever that means] -- Yes.
13. If you wrote a songfic about number nine, what song would you choose?
"Let's fall in love again" - Jason Castro
14. If you wrote a two/three/six fic, what would the warning be?
Italy x Denmark x Canada? - Cute sexytimes, beware of fluffy yaoi.
15. What pick-up line might eight use on five?
Turkey: "I got more chin hair than Frenchie over there."
16. Challenge: Write a drabblefic for ten/eight.
17. What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve having sex?
Seychelles walking in on Italy topping Japan?
Would she even care?
18. What kind of plot would you use if you wanted Four to de-flower One?
I'm sorry... I really can't picture a Spain x Germany thing going on...
19. Does anyone on your friends list read Seven slash?
No.
20. Does anyone on your friends list read Three het?
Denmark's totally got hots for Norway, so nah.
21. Does anyone on your friends list write or draw Eleven?
Not a soul... orz
22. Would you write Two/Four/Five?
Italy x Spain x Sweden?
... I understand the Ita x Spain but how did Sweden get into this?
23. What might Ten scream at a moment of great passion?
America: "A-AND PIZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAURGH!"
24. When was the last time you read a fic about Five?
I haven't read, but I know there's gotta be one out there somewhere.
25. What is Six's super-secret kink?
Maple Syrup.
26) Would Eleven shag Nine? Drunk or sober?
If Greece has ever been drunk, I doubt.
27. If Three and Seven get together, who tops?
Denmark would top because he's all bossy. Wait... does a Denmark x Seychelles even... what's with these pairings?
28. "One and Nine are in a happy relationship until Nine suddenly runs off with Four. One, broken-hearted, has a hot one-night stand with Eleven and a brief unhappy affair with Twelve, then follows the wise advice of Five and finds true love with Two." What title would you give this fic?
Germany and Greece are in a happy relationship until Greece suddenly runs off with Spain. Germany, broken-hearted, has a hot one-night stand with Cuba and a brief unhappy affair with Japan, then follows the wise advice of Sweden and finds true love with Italy.
That made no sense until after the Japan part. Though the Italy and Germany true love thing was sweet.
29. How would you feel if Seven/Eight was canon?
I think they'd be ok. Turkey and his cooking and Seychelles being all prettiful.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 4:35 pm
Quote: A Response to Gwee's fanfic! The Rebelion of Korean Scotish~ "I hate you, you damned tyke. Go make a trail." Saundra hissed, her hands finally taking hold of the mounted weapon that sat with them upon the roof of a desserted building. A huff escaped the Korea, his fingers crackling as he balled each hand into tight fists.
If Saundra missed, their cover would be blown and Hungary would get away. Hell, he couldn't let that happen!
"Oi! Stupid you're holding the gun wrong!"
He shoved her aside roughly grabbing for the weapon when suddenly the Scotish girl yanked it back, demanding him to shut his mouth and watch. However Korea ripped it from her grasp in sucession and just as he was about to make a run for it, a strong sensation filled his body and the next thing he knew, he was flat on the ground.
"I SAID I'D SHOOT!" "D-D-Don't pull that!"
Saundra yanked the curl, ignorant of its real identy, but the reddened Korea had already kicked her away and shook his sense back, grabbing the gun and aimming over at the target: Prussia.
His finger graced the trigger and just as he was about to shoot, a heavy force threw him onto his face and Saundra snatched the gun, sitting on Korea's back as she took aim.
Then the war really began. Korea shoved her off, snatching the gun and aiming to shoot at her, only to miss by an inch before getting jawed by Saundra's foot. Now Scotish hands laid upon the gun aiming to the Korea's face, but much to her ignorance, Korea managed to kick her, causing the Scot to tumble back.
However, as her heels tipped over the edge of the concrete stone building, she caught her balance.
Just before being smacked in the face with a wet blob of sushi.
Prussia's nose rise just a few inches in the air when he heard something. Had Hungary asked an important question? He wasn't sure. But seriously he needed to get Liesel off his mind lately.
NO!
What if she needed help? What if something had happened? No... he needed to go to her and find out if he could assist her in any way.
"Anne. I need to tell you something... I always had strong feelings for--"
He cut off, just as a flying scotswoman landed directly on him.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 3:39 am
You Idiot! pfft! Korea had said nothing was too hard for him. But just looking at the scene before her, Saundra knew that all he'd said earlier was now at the tips of his fingers. He was heistating. He was horribly heistating, even after wiping out several guys from the crowd that surrounded him.
However it wasn't the guys that concerned Saundra. It was the fact that Beowulf was a highly protective spouse. She watched as the tall blond growled, ready to rip at Chin-Hwa's neck for the crime he'd commited.
It was just a simple grab of Theo, right?
But Beowulf would never forgive anyone for abusing Theo in such a way that he cried and trembled in fear. Saundra knew this because she laid on the floor, just a distance from the crowd.
Her ginger hair tangled, her skin bruised from blows she'd recieve, her vision but a blur to her. She could hardly move a muscle.
A pain sank into her, sharp like a blade.
She squirmed slightly and grunted in distress before it eased down.
Chin-Hwa had jumped back, dodging several punches before a small figure raced into the crowd to clasped Beowulf by the waist.
"Beo stop! Stop it! Calm down!" The brunette shouted.
It was then that Saundra's eyes fully opened to see the Dane reluctant to obey his sweetheart, but after landing a strong blow to Chin-Hwa's eye, he pulled away and the crowd began to break up.
Korea was down aswell. Some blood smudging his cheek, almost an exact appearance of Saundra's current state.
"Idiot..." She whispered to him. "You idiot..."
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In all truth it was Saundra's fault. But she'd never admit that. No matter how much times Chin-Hwa threw it at her.
Though it was her fault for panicking. She didn't know why she did it, but for some reason she didn't understand how she was screwing up all these missions.
She licked her dry lips as once again Chin-Hwa shouted.
"It's not my frigg'n fault, you gnit." She hissed, but her gaze wandered elsewhere.
The scot couldn't come in eye contact with him, no matter how hard she tried, she looked away.
"Let's try for Anne tomorrow."
"Mm..."
Saundra clutched her fists, muttering about his uselessness. How much she hated working together with him. He was nothing like Theo. Nothing to her but a useless rag doll that wanted to join her in capturing their prey.
Oh wait...
That was wrong.
She herself was the one that requested the Korean's help. She had to bribe for it. She had to bribe for days until he agreed on the plan of getting Anne. They could work together to grasp something they could never achieve alone.
However that theory was beginning to prove itself wrong to Saundra, and it made her blood boil with fury.
"It's all your fault! Yah pinch eyes!"
Her hand grabbed for the stupid piece of curl dangling loose from him and yanked as hard as her strength allowed. However, it failed to pop or break, or pluck from his head. But it did yank the Korean closer. So close in fact that she could feel Chin-Hwa's heated breath brushing against her cheeks.
This opened Saundra's eyes to something much different, something she'd never experienced before: discomfort.
Chin-Hwa was red in the face, almost steaming. His voice stuttering for her to let go of such a sensitive area. At first she didn't know what to make of it, except to hit him. But then his voice came out broken, almost upset but not allowed to against his will.
Saundra knew now that she had to let go, but still she held on. Screaming at him names and his stupidity and how he always makes her mess up. All the things that flow through her mind were now twisting to think about Chin-Hwa, where he was, and what the hell he was taking so long for.
A bead of salty water ran down Saundra's burning cheeks, her eyes welling up with tears. Tears of anger and stress.
Stress from this stupid korean.
Saundra's breath hitched once, her grip on the curl tightened, a train of thoughts running through her mind before she yanked once more and brought the korean even closer.
Butterflies in her stomach, her heart stuck in her throat, her pulse at the tips of her fingers.
"You idiot..." she whispered in a hush voice, eliminating the space between their lips before kissing forcfully. Hungry motions mixed with her fustration and confused feelings.
It all seemed clear now. The one she really wanted all along was right in front of her, not Theo. However, it wasn't like she was going to give up on him just yet.
Her fingers lifted to his hair, running through it for what seemed to be hours as their lips grew wet. But maybe it was her imagination that lead her to think that Chin-Hwa was actually going along with this.
Their lips parted with a damp smack, Saundra's eyes finally opening to see the state of the asian. Damn b*****d must have enjoyed it, not like there was any part of her to grip onto. But after a while, her fingers released the korean's curl and she looked away. Away from his lips most of all as her cheeks burnt a bright red shade, her joints stiff with anticipation.
"S-SHUT UP!"
Bolting up, Saundra pushed the boy away and ran. Ran as fast as she could to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her with a sharp thud.
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 1:27 am
Within You [stupid computer shut off when I was typing two pages worth of post... orz-types from memory-]
Ever since I was small, my mom used to say how much I looked like dad. Even more so than my twin brother, Tyr, whom I hadn't come to accept until recently.
When I was two I said my first word: "No!" I used to run all over the house screaming it, mom said, and slam doors at dad. Heh, must have been fun, but now I realize how important he is... was... in my life. He loved us all: Mom, Tyr, even me...
But I was too busy caught up in my own life. I didn't think to stop and look around at the others that would suffer for my selfish actions.
I was the enemy.
It was a murky night, the wind howling against the windows as the computer monitor painted my face with a soft white and blue glow. I tapped a key anxiously, trapped between the decision of adding on more or deleting the whole story and starting afresh. I started afresh, sighing and leaning forward out of my chair to type.
"Apollo... dinner's ready." Mom's voice called, reaching my ears. I turned in my wheeled office chair to see him standing in the doorway, faded lights glowing behind him.
For a moment I almost blushed.
"I'm not hungry mom..." I rose from my chair, stretching as I approached, wrapping my arm around him. Mom did the same, only to my waist being that he was still shorter than me.
That was the thing about mom that separated him from the whole family. Dad, Tyr and myself were giants to mom, but he still loved us. We were created by our parent countries, no?
I tched, the thought of coming from my father was enough to make my heart race and my blood boil with fury. Why couldn't mom just find another guy more lowly than me? Or, just stay single. I could run the house all my myself.
"Is dad there?"
Mom was silent, as if expecting me to know the answer.
Of course he was there. He was always there, getting praised by mom, getting the better seat, getting the best cuttings and servings. He was king. Our house was his kingdom, we were his slaves.
I hated him. That jerk.
We reached the table after minutes of climbing the stairs and passing the living room, which I liked to call Nyx' Domain. She'd had a litter of five at the beginning of summer, our black tuxedo cat. But she's ancient. Since mom and dad started dating.
However, I couldn't find a propper reason to hate her, she was sweet and gentle with me, even when she wasn't so with my mom.
"...Brother..." I heard Tyr's hush voice whisper, probably to himself, but I glanced at him anyway. Maybe it was my eyes or something because the next thing I knew he jumped a little in his seat, almost in a startled way upon meeting my eyes.
Maybe he'd caught a glimpse of my hatred for the "king" of the house? I frowned, furrowing my brow as I took my seat next to him, slipping the chair in and sitting down.
The steak on my plate wasn't as big as Dad's. That was the king sized sirlion cooked to perfection. Mom must have slaved away in the kitchen making that. Dad at his back throwing orders at the mom like some slave driver.
I looked up from my father's servings to see him and mom smiling, sneaking a kiss to eachother. Personally it made my skin shiver hot and cold at the same time, a knot in my stomach at how gross it was. It was just a peck. But it still made my insides churn.
I didn't feel so hungry now. Next thing they'd be asking how has the economy at our place been going then talk about having more siblings. Wait. It wasn't good to jinx thoughts.
"I... I'm not so hungry..." I said weakly, poking my food with the fork.
Tyr was watching me from the corner of his eye. I knew so from the awkward silence between us that didn't include our parents being all perfectly happy at the table.
"Your mom worked really hard at making this dinner. If you don't want it, then that's up to you."
b*****d, I thought, knowing he was probably up to no good. Maybe he'd steal my food if I retreated. Mom would probably turn me back, brushing such soft hands across my cheek and asking me in that hush voice if I was ok.
"...Forget it..." I forced myself to bite into the tender steak, chewing and swallowing as I forced the tears back to strangle my father.
There was a tug on my shirt. I turned to look at Tyr whom showed me his half empty plate and asked if I didn't want so much food, he would kindly take it. But his voice was soft like mom's. For that, I envyed him.
"Sure." I said, shoving the whole plate at him before getting up from my seat and pushing the chair back from the table so that I could leave.
"Apollo...?"
"It's ok mom... I'm not hungry at all..."
I climbed the stairs, each step heavier and heavier until I reached the top and stormed off into my room, slamming the door behind me. There was no way I was going to enjoy my dinner with him around. Not until his blood was spilt.
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It was June 30th, the morning sky melted into a clearer blue as it reached noon. It was hot, even when you weren't really doing anything but standing infront of your bathroom mirror; hair coloring and brush in hand.
Mom never dyed his hair. Not once. Yet no one had ever witnessed him with a gray hair. At oene point I thought I caught a glimpse of one, but it was just the light making his hair shine.
That's not the reason I was standing here. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, it's gazes rose to look at my turf, tching and rolling it's bright blue eyes.
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