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This was stupid. So, so stupid. Childish. Silly. Foolish. But you were doing it anyway. The small corner of blue paper was grasped between of you fingers.  I want someone to know my name. If I was written in some book, textbook maybe, even if my name was printed in some small part of a sentence it would inspire me to keep walking forward. Quickly stuffing it in the hole carved into a Fall colored tree, you rushed back to your friends. The tree tucked the note into a comforting dark, holding the secret within it. You hid your small smile in the sleep of your jacket, pretending to be wiping your nostrils. »»At Home»» From: Eduard To: You

It had been five years since Gilbert had joined you and your family's work. He had come on your birthday, knocking on the door, struggling to be heard over the rain and hale. His hair was dark with the dirt of his walking, clothes worse for wear. Your mother was naturally distrusting of people- especially males. But your father offered him a job after hearing the pale man's tale. His family, like many others, needed money. So when he had heard of your farm needing two more hands to work, he walked over fifty miles to get here. His own two feet carrying to a place that may turn out to be a broken chance. Maybe someone beat him to the job or m

Norway allowed a small smile to make its way to his lips as he watched your form. He had memorized it by now, and as crazy as the thought may sound, he was positive he could not live without you. The voice you carried, the one he was blessed to hear, the hair he loved to have tickle his nose whenever you gave him a hug, he counted himself as a lucky person because of you. He touched the clip you had given him as a symbol of your second annual anniversary. You caught his eyes from across the room, touching the duel pins you had buried in your hair. It was something cheesy and cliché the both of you shared: the clips you both wore everyda

You witnessed the scene from a distance, watching as your proud love fell to his knees. And from across the field that had be tainted with battle and fresh blood, you could hear the shocked, cold words of the victor, "You used to be so great," and a sob from the owner of the green eyes that were clasped shut in pain. You could at least be grateful that the rain took focus away from water currently falling from your orbs. An hour later you took Arthur's hand, and dragged a dazed nation back home, while he wondered all the while if the fight he just fought was worth while. He could no longer call himself a sibling. That thought burned more th

When I was a kid Francis joked with me. He said he couldn't help but think of marrying me. He said everyone would try to take me away and that was the one way he could stop it. He did want me being taken from him like big brother Matthew was. Since then, I always told Francis I was growing. I would secretly dry my clothes wrong, purposely making my clothes smaller so that it looked like I was growing faster. Whenever he would measure my height on the kitchen way, right were he cooked all my meals, I would stand on the tips of toes. I was kid; what did you expect? I was a dreamer. France would never love me. Not romantically. Not in a way o

Arthur, Alfred, and Francis started to notice their half-brother was loved by his best friend, and the fact that he loved her back, six months after their friendship had started. Matthew wouldn't have a defeated, solemn look on his face when other people would talk around him and ignore him; instead, his eyes would be far away, his mouth soon following with a smile. He was thinking of _________. He was always thinking of her. Everything: her hair that jumped with the winds, her eyes that shined with the feelings of her soul, her skin that was always so soft every time if brushed against his by accident. Everything was amazing. And he, undoub

Your hands gripped tightly to the white and blue vintage dress, clapping your black high heels together, as you saw him walk in. He closes the door behind him, and you can see his back reflected in the glass, effectively surrounding you in a hall of mirrors. He wears a tall black hat, deep purple ribbon rapped around it, matching the pin-stripes of varying purple and blue of his pants and jacket, chest left teasingly bare, green eyes capturing. ««« Five months ago, a new residence had made home in your town. He did not leave his house much, but whenever he did- he seemed to be around you. He came from England, and when you s

"Ragazza, don't think of making this a habit! Next time call my brother or something!" Your love, Romano Lovino Vargas, complained. Him, being a secretly caring and loving person, had just picked you up from the street. Your car had broken down and you were stuck- but he was your hero and came to your rescue. What were best friends for? He dropped his keys, flopping onto the couch next to the coffee table littered pizza boxes. You gave a sigh, pressing your index fingers to the bridge your nose. Even in times like this he thought of Feliciano. His thoughts of his inferiority compared to his little brother made you... Sad...? Was that the wor

Spain X Reader Funny Little World The little stage had a single chair smack-dab in the middle. A mic in front of it, set at the height for the male who was making his way from behind the curtain, green eyes shining. You were between his two best friends who had been sure to tell you they helped him with whatever he would be presenting tonight. They refused to tell you anything besides the fact that your best friend, who had recently got a record deal, had a surprise waiting. Antonio's mouth twitched up and his hair blew around him, when he saw you. His throat cleared once and you thought you saw his eyes fog momentarily, before he brought

"We're like trees, you know?" You were standing at the far side of the meadow, your voice being directed towards him by the Autumn wind; the grass surrounding you tugged at your clothes. Arthur walked over to you, hands at his sides, the sky's breath making them sway slightly at his sides. The sight was beautiful but the blowing air and lifts of dirt and dust was making him look ruffled which caused him annoyance which was shielded from bubbling to the surface because of your presence. You calmed him and he calmed you. Him, being a gentlemen and wishing to keep your spirits up, sat besides you and smiled, turning his head to get a full view