HETALIAGIRL128

“Oh, hey Dirk! What’s up, is Dave here?” You ask while fist pumping Dirk when he opened the door. “Yea, he’s in his room right now. Nice to see you lil’ sis,” Dirk says smiling a bit. “Thanks Dirk!” You say. You gave Dirk a quick hug and ran over to Dave’s room. You knock and a muffled voice is heard  behind the door saying it’s open. You open the door to see Dave struggling to put his shirt on because of the shades he’s always wearing. This always seemed to happen when you came in and you were sort-of used to it. The shirt was stuck on Dave’s head leaving his ch

Author's Note: You might want to read the description before reading if you don't remember who some characters are.  ^.^ “Fuyumi…” You muttered softly. “I don’t think this is a great idea.” “Nonsense! You’re part of the family now; you should meet the rest of the family.” Fuyumi replied brightly. “Well I’m not technically part of the family; Shudo isn’t actually my brother…” You said, referring to Fuyumi’s husband. Fuyumi furrowed her brows at you. “Well, I don’t care! Shudo loves you like a sister, and I do too. Now come on! You’

*sorry it might get kinda cheesy near the end, im better with description than I am with dialogue XD*   The halls of Ouran Academy seem to glow as their pink walls are basked in an innocent yellow light. The sound of chirping birds and the happy click click click of your shoes echo as you make your way down the halls. Your simple skirt still felt unworthy inside the grand building but it was a feeling you no longer cared to acknowledge. You walked the halls with a greater confidence than you ever had. It’s been several months since you’ve had a lesson with Tamaki. The winter had passed slowly and melted into spring. For weeks

You awoke in your bed wrapped up in the blankets. You sat up quickly, the events from yesterday flooding back into your mind. You look at the spot where Jeff should be. "He must be downstairs..." You thought. sliding out of bed quickly you wrapped one of the sheets around you and darted for the bathroom, taking a long shower. You slid on a white sweater, but ironically thought better of it. You were exactly "pure" anymore. Instead you put on a black tank top and red skinny jeans. You pulled your hair into a slick bun at the top of you head with a red elastic headband. You went downstairs and saw Jeff sitting on the sofa watching Spongebob on

"[Name], get away from the window!" You scoffed and replied, "Now you care if I'm seen? Really?" Your teacher sighed and threw their hands up, as if saying they give up. You weren't scared of a psychotic killer…well, maybe just a tad bit, but it wasn't like you were scared shitless to the point of wetting yourself. No, no – you actually were curious about this man. The footsteps eventually reached the wooden door. The lights were all off, so it might have been difficult for the intruder to see, but you never really know. You quietly moved your body against the door. The others thought you were crazy, but that wasn't surprising. Yo

“Hey, ____________,” your Greek friend, Heracles said to you one day, “did you know that while it looks smooth and moist, a cat's tongue is actually quite rough and fairly dry?” You chuckled. “You’re the first person I’d think of to know something like that, Heracles.” It was true. The nap-loving, easygoing Greek knew his way about cats. “Would you like me to show you?” Heracles suddenly asked holding up one of the cats that followed him around. It was a cute cat. “Sure, why not?” you shrugged. “Erm, where should the cat lick me? How about my arm?” Heracle

A shuddered breath escaped your lungs as his tongue slithered across the length of your nape. His hands trailed down your back, feeling every groove of your body as his fingernails prodded your thin skin like tamed branches. Whenever you readjusted your position, he would hold you back, tightening his grip as though releasing his embrace would set you free. But you weren’t going anywhere. He had you under his spell. Dazed and drunk with his hair, you could only lay yourself down on the stream of silken sheets and allow him to take control of you in your entirety. His touch, cold as ice against his stilled heart, set your instinct alig

"Fine, fine—I'll teach you how to shoot ONLY because I know you'll probably get harassed if I dont..."    The streets of Zürich were quiet and peaceful.    It was the largest city in Switzerland, and yet the atmosphere was calm—this actually came off as cultural shock to you.    Your father worked as a national consultant, so your family moved around a lot due to his career. You’d lived in countries scattered across the globe—America, Brazil, Australia, Japan, and now, Switzerland.      You liked it here. It was your first time living in a European country and the history for the continent was never-ending.