Black Roses Red AmeriPanAmerica sat in his bedroom, alone. He liked it better when he was alone, he had time to think, to reflect on current situations. It was the end of the World War, and he ached. He was stationed in Germany, and after things had begun to die down, he was told that he could go back to America. That's where he wanted to be more than anything. He missed everyone there, friends, family. But there was one person that he wanted to see the most: His mother. He missed her so much, he promised her that he'd be home alive and well. Well, at least he could keep that promise, right? But, the American wouldn't be leaving to his country alone. No, he would be taking one other person with him. A small, frail man, who didn't like to speak his mind. Yes, the man was very shy, but America loved that about him. He didn't want to admit it, but his heart sang whenever he heard his name. Kiku Honda. Yes, he knew that it was wrong, and yes, he knew that his mother would not approve, but at that particular momenBlack Roses Red AmeriPan by SylasCyanide145
APH: Free, Like An EagleHe had this sort of innocence that just danced around him. His wide, chocolate eyes were blank, his perfectly unblemished, porcelain skin always at an unreadable expression. There was nothing dark or sinister about the man, nothing that he showed, simply a mystery to. Something he was hiding from the world, something he didn't want to show. Secretive, but innocent. His expressionless eyes always looked so innocent.APH: Free, Like An Eagle by KaguraxxSesshomaru
Walking down the cobble stone streets, his heels clicked with every step, his dark cape billowing around him. He would've completely blended into the shadows, be it not for his radiating paleness, be it not for his slender fingers peeking out from the long sleeves of his coat, whipping against the shadows as he click-clicked abnormally fast. In a hurry to get somewhere, or absolutely nowhere at all.
When he entered the bar, no heads turned in his direction, or to the windows which rain conven
Prince Alfred, The MisledAt the very beginning of most fairy tales one often says "once upon a time." The saying of this, of course indicates that the story the speaker is about to tell is probably a children's tale, being entirely fictional and more often than not, utterly boring. This tale, though technically classified as one of these fairy tales and will indeed start with the phrase "once upon a time", is completely true. It is the only guaranteed exception to the rule.Prince Alfred, The Misled by RS-Kyra
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Once upon a time, in a kingdom tucked away within far off, exotic lands, amongst a minefield of mountains and a perilous scattering of thick forests, stood a tall, stone tower. It exceeded the heights of the trees around enormously and was pigmented darker than the continually-starless night sky. It's looming appearance alone forbade travelers from even allowing their thoughts to wander anywhere near it. This, obviously, contributed to the loneliness of the tower's only resident, a typically, trapped-by-the-book and formerly-royal dam
APH - Baby Blues .:Chapter 1:.Alfred leaned back in the chair he was assigned during world meetings. He looked around, feeling alone from being so early. The only other country present was Japan, and he was on the far other side, sitting quietly and waiting for the others. He briefly wondered if he should try to mingle with Japan, but decided against it, seeing the blank stare he possessed, obviously deep in thought. Last time he snuck up on him, he's nearly been cut up into little pieces by his Kantana.APH - Baby Blues .:Chapter 1:. by WolfieStarr
So he called to him from across the room: "Hey, Kiku!"
Kiku's head snapped up, appalled. "America! You know it's rude to refer to someone's name during a meeting, only refer to them as their countries, baka!"
Alfred looked hurt. "But Ki- I mean Japan, aren't you bored?"
"No, I'm used to waiting." he simply replied, staring down at the ground again. Alfred frowned slightly, standing up from his chair. Japan's eyes flickered towards him, following his movement as he approached him. "Can I help you America-san?"
APH - Baby Blues .:Chapter 2:.Kiku stared at America, watching as he slept during the long meeting. He couldn't help but yawn himself, it was boring listening to adults talking. For some reason, he felt a kinship to Alfred, one he couldn't understand. When he tried remembering how and why, he whined slightly, causing his head to hurt. His memory was like a giant haze, one he couldn't get through.APH - Baby Blues .:Chapter 2:. by WolfieStarr
Shaking his head, Kiku leaned forward, his small pudgy hands gripping the table tightly as he peered over the edge, his knees shaking slightly on the unsteady surface of Alfred's lap. He frowned slightly, no one seemed to be paying attention to him anymore. Nothing fun to do was nearby, adult things all around. Business never mixed with a bored toddler.
Suddenly his chocolate eyes flickered towards Yao Wang. His pony tail bounced as he talked and turned his head, and suddenly he was mesmerized. For a reason he couldn't comprehend, he wanted to pull on the pony tail with all his might. He knew that he shouldn't but he could
APH: Baby Blues .:Chapter 3:."So, um what's up?" Alfred grinned at little Kiku, unlocking the door to his home. Kiku merely blinked nervously, looking around at the American's front lawn. He had an urge to go run and play in the clean grass, but last time he went with his instincts, Alfred had called him a 'very bad boy'. He didn't want to be a bad boy.APH: Baby Blues .:Chapter 3:. by WolfieStarr
Alfred noticed, blinking at him. Then he smirked, chuckling slightly. "You wanna play a game buddy?"
Kiku snapped his head up. "Wha-What?"
"You know, a game! Just play around in the grass?" Alfred laughed. "Fool around for a bit, wrestle, something like that!"
"Baka." Kiku snorted, crossing his arms. Alfred groaned, then smirked and sprinted towards him, scooping him up as he did. Kiku squealed, but started laughing when the taller male pinned him down, and started tickling him. Alfred was grinning, wrestling him around carefully, remembering Arthur's words: a child is much more fragile than an adult.
"St-Stop it!" the boy giggled, kicking him in the stomach t
Secrets ch 17: Sneak peekAmerica held Forest down amd slashed his chest. Forest smiled and got an arm free grabbing America by one of his horns shoving him face first in the dirt. Forest got up and stomped on America's head as hard as he could. America smacked Forest's leg with his tail and got up.Secrets ch 17: Sneak peek by Blackestfang
Forest smiled "You're pretty good."
America growled lifting his wings "Shut up."
"Are you mad that I played with your doll?" Forest said.
America roared "I SAID SHUT UP!"
America attacked and Forest jumped over him.
"His skin was so soft and pale, shiny black hair, amber eyes that were dullish in color. japan was it? hes such a gem," Forest said.
America turned and bared his teeth, "You better not try anything."
Forest wagged a fingre "maybe I'll go back and 'play' with him before we continue this."
America flew into the air and came down on Forest "BASTARD!"
Forest got away "Hmm. What to do? What to do?"
Wake up Soon .:Art Trade:.It all happened too quickly.Wake up Soon .:Art Trade:. by WolfieStarr
America's eyes were full of unnamable emotions as he watched the scene played out in front of him. The screeching of metal, the rush of air as the machine lurched forward, blood splattering everywhere, and the scream. Oh, that horrible, blood curdling scream. That sound, that horrible, deafening sound was the worst thing he's ever heard.
And the fact that that sound came from his dear Japan made his heart shatter.
Alfred quickly ran over to where the red sports vehicle was crashed head on against the now cracked concrete wall, the small man pinned between. Kiku's legs were squished between the car and the wall, the grill and hood ornament nearly gutting him. Blood ran in little clotting streams from his stomach and abdomen. The Japanese man's upper body was sprawled out on the hood of the car, his eyes closed, a small trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth.
"K-Kiku ?" Alfred whimpered, cautiously approaching the injured Asian. Oh dear god no
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