QueenB924

“My darling...there’s no soul on earth that I could love more than you. No being in the universe that could ever compare to your beauty. I wish to be with you forever, until I die and even after. Don’t you feel the same, my love?” You watched Zen act with a fantastic explosion of emotions inside your chest. Some were good, of course, but a vast majority of them were...bad, for some reason. You didn’t like feeling this way. The burning sensation in your heart, it really tore you up. You wanted to throw Zen’s water bottle at her and steal him away, never to see him again. Were they acting? Sure. So why did

    It seemed like the best place to go on a horrible Christmas Eve night with nowhere else to be.  The flickering multi-colored lights in the window proved that there was some kind of life within the dismal establishment.   A plastic wreath barely clung to the door that had been cracked over the years of repeated  abuse.      The door to the bar swung open and close, which in turn let in a rush of cold and icy air, into the comfortable bar.  The brown eyed man, with glossy brown hair to match, at the counter, grunted in response to the frigid temperature change, but once again focused on his cheap booze in front of him.      A radio sat

* [y/n] didn't like Francis Bonnefoy. She didn't like the man one bit. Not only was he a flirt, a major irritation, and was too damned attractive, but he was her competition for the upcoming promotion opportunity at her firm. [y/n] also didn't like to lose. So, being the completely honest and trustworthy person she was, she decided it was high time for a bit of sabotage. Nothing major, of course. Just something to... How should she put this? Make the Frenchman's day just that bit harder (and hopefully, in turn, lessen his productivity and chances for promotion). Snickering, she quickly pulled up a picture on her computer. With a quick gla

~*~*~*~*~* The tapping of heavy rain awakened (Name) from her dreamless sleep. Rising from her worn out mattress, she groggily glared at the dust-stained window a few feet away from the bed before glancing at the clock. 3:01 am Sighing, she collapsed back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling dully. How long has she been here again? With every passing day going by agonizingly slowly, the (h/c) haired woman lost track. Oh, that's right. It's been eleven months. Eleven long months since (c/n) had been taken over by Great Britain. (Name) remembered quite vividly the day Britain launched a surprise invasion on her country. Now, (c/n) was

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or you or much else actually… You breathed in the warm air and enjoyed the sunshine as you took a walk around Rome. You were happy to be able to call the ever beautiful, yet occasionally troublesome, city your home. It had been about four years since you moved to the city in order to attend a college you had been eyeing for quite some time. Four years since you made quite a radical change in your life. It had also been four years since you met a very interesting character... ****** You were shopping for groceries when you saw him. "Him" referred to a rather handsome young man who was purchasing tomato

Intro ...Romano. “Feli, don’t these tomatoes belong to Romano? I don’t think we sh–” “Nonsense, _____! I’m sure fratello won’t mind if we use his tomatoes in the pasta sauce, ve~” “Are you sure? I mean, Romano really likes tomatoes…” “I’m more than sure! Now c’mon, we need to go look for a pot to boil our pasta noodles in. I forgot where I left it… I think it’s in the basement, ve…” “The basement?” “Si! Pasta can be cooked anywhere, _____! Now come with me, our basement is dark and I don’t want to go