As the dream faded, and darkness appeared, I cried in my sleep. This was the fifth time this week I had done this. I barely got any sleep and Germany's daily routine health runs, weren't even keeping me up to my happy go-to self. I sniffled; wiping off the rest of my dried up tears, and curling up under the thin covers. I don't know what has gotten into me, but I feel as if every time I'm day dreaming...every time I'm sleeping... I see him.I see Holy Roman Empire...But why?…
He rushes and dabs on his palette of mixtures; he swishes and zags his brush on the textured surface and twirls like no artist has before. Leonardo would be shocked at his quickness as he had just finished the last of paintings for tomorrow nights meeting with her and the rest of the Axis Powers."Ve~She will love this!" The thin Italian squeaked as he jumped from his seat with glee, "This will definitely cheer her up!"…
Here will contain random events, stories, diary session that the one and only chibi!Italy endures in his small childhood. Some may be sad and others may be hilarious! It all depends on how the writer and reader[such as yourself] picture in their minds.So, come along, and enjoy the experience of none other than small Italian himself, Feliciano Vargas.…
"I'm sorry, have we met before?" I raised an eyebrow in questioning. The man chuckled, still intertwined with the 'bracelet' I wore. "Why yes actually, do you not remember me?" My eyes glared hard and straight for what felt like a decade. The way his eyes were fixated, his clothes so formal, and his accent was just different. There could be only one thing that came to mind. "It can't be..." I mumbled quietly.…
Just...read...…
For the past three years of my life, I have forgotten most of my friends, TV shows, and even the homework at times I get from Mrs. Jeffery's class. Most of the people can't handle having a conversation with me due to this problem and never understood why I forget in the first place. That is--until the mail arrived and eBay decided to play a trick on me.And it was something that changed my life...forever.(Based on a true story...but mixed with Hetalian characters. I do not own the Hetalian characters, only the plot and the main character.)…
Since I started to see many people read my crack Hetalia mixed with things I don't even know...I decided to make this since I went over 1K :D…
This is a story about beginnings. My beginnings--of my life, my choices, and my world.My name is Italia, and I have a dream.A dream of purity.…
A young country dying for help comes to me, one of the last few standing people on this planet. I don't know how I survived for the last few years but being alone with only a few members of my family left is all I got and this country was the last hope for mankind and survival. Although he thinks of another vision for me, his name is Canada and I'm his guardian Jane and we are the last surviving from a project made 10 years ago.…
Piyo~!…
ZEY ARE BACK PEOPLEZ!!…
