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        Antonio's eyes widened as he looked at Feliciano. The child yelling at him, shocked him greatly. Lovino quickly covered his brothers mouth and glared at him. Antonio looked at (Y/N)--who was jamming to a song that played softly in the background--with a questioning gaze. Practically giving her a look that screamed, 'What the hell do I do, Woman!', she quit her small dancing movements and loooked at him then back at the road. She shrugged, and Antonio mentally groaned. Feliciano began to cry loudly--still muffled by Lovino's small hand-- and his twin began to panic.        "Sh. Sh. Sh. Feli! Don't cry!" Lovino panicked, "D-Don't cry.

You and your mom went to the park; you went off to play. After you ran off to go play your mom left for home, full aware that you didn't know your way back home. You where only a 4 year old girl and she was your mother but she still desisted to abandon you... When it started to get dark out you went over to the spot where your mom told you to met her at, under a pine tree,...she wasn't there... A few hours later and she still hadn't come...it was getting really dark and you where getting scared...you cluched your stuffed [dog/rabbit/cat] close to you. A few hours later you fell asleep under the tree. ~The Next Day...~ You where woken up b

Your eyes went wide, body freezing where it was. ‘They have to be kidding me!’ _____ was reasonably new to the school and usually hung out with Arthur Kirkland, Mathew Williams and Alfred Jones. For someone so new and quiet she was very popular, just not in the way you would expect. Everyone loved the kind, cheerful girl and would often go to chat with her, or sit with her when they had nowhere to go or felt a bit lonely, knowing that she was warm and welcoming. But that didn’t make her any less shy than she was. In fact the first time she met Arthur, the class grades student council rep she didn’t say a word for the

Mathias watched from the corner of his eye as ______ chatted away in the passenger seat. It never ceased to amaze him how every word she said, even just the tone sound of her voice itself was full of life. The young Dane had felt this way for so long now he could even remember when it first started. At first it was simple admiration, how the girl could flit about the university campus and brighten the mood almost instantly. Then it was friendship, something he had wanted for so long after he had first noticed her but never knew how to start. Then it was a crush, how could he not fall for her after all when she acted with such kindness, maki

     You were exiting from the library after hours of studying. Even though you were at the top of your classes, this term of the year was somewhat difficult for you. But, because of your intelligence, you had no problem with it after that study session. But I will mention this: You wasted about 30 minutes of your study time due to this issue, or rather, person. Gilbert Beilschmidt. He and his two friends, Francis and Antonio, or other wise known as the side members of the "Bad Touch Trio" (with Gilbert being the leader) busted into the library. Instantly everyone in there shushed them, and Gilbert replied 'Suck it losers!' in a suprisingly h

    You were in your 3rd year of highschool. That's the year when he came. Who is he exactly? Well, that "he" is none other than Kuro Honda, a Japanese foreign exchange student. The whole school knew that he was coming weeks before he even arrived. So, of course, all sorts of Japanese stereotypes when around about him. People thought that he would be extremely short, and other's thought he was going to be mega-polite, and some even thought he was going to be some sort of otaku. 'I swear, the people in my school are so ridiculous sometimes...' you thought. You didn't believe the Japanese stereotypes, not one bit. Well, those few weeks pass

Got this fabulous idea from: KenkoSpellCaster (link in description.) Thanks for sharing the idea with me! ------------ *Artie's P.O.V* I open my eyes to a world of blank, dark, nothingness. I sigh in relief, hearing banging of pots in the kitchen, and the faint, soft noise of my wonderful wife, (Name), humming as she cooks breakfast. I get up, pulling on my robe, and working my way to the kitchen. I open the cabinet doors and pull out two plates and set them on the table, the silverware shortly following. I then sit, and wait for the food. It's a routine (Name) and I have set up. She cooks, I set up. I don't really mind. I just like to hel

While surfing the internet one day, you decided to look for some new t-shirts since spring had basically sprung.  And being as happy as you were at that moment, you decided to find a funny t-shirt. “Funny…t-shirts,” you stated as you typed those exact words into the Google image search engine.  Pressing enter, you waited eagerly for the results.  Upon receiving them, you scrolled down the screen, letting your eyes graze across the different pictures in unfathomable interest.  It was at this point where you found a shirt that made you wish the internet had an insta-buy button.  Clicking on the image, the computer quickly br