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-Part 1- There wasn't a single mirror in the house. The blinds were sealed shut and any glass that had once been proudly displayed in the lounge was taken away for reasons you did not fully understand. "____________, you should finish your water," Ludwig said when you nearly got up to leave the table. "I'm not thirsty anymore," you replied with a stoic expression, but Ludwig's icy stare made you think otherwise. "It's important to keep yourself hydrated," he said. "Please finish your water." "Alright," you sighed. "I'll finish it." With that, you took your glass of water and downed it in a few gulps. Then, Ludwig scooted out of his chai

-Final- The doctor placed his hand on your shoulder. "__________, we have to go," he said checking his watch. "The barometer's dropping. There will be a cold fluctuation in the temperature soon." You didn't move. You only remained kneeling by the place where Ludwig and Gilbert laid beside each other. Gilbird remained perched atop his old master's gravestone. He was always a smart little bird. "Gilbert…" you murmured. "The last thing I said to you was that I hated you. I didn't mean that. I've always loved it when you…When you…That's funny. I can't remember. I can remember your voice. You were always so loud, and yet I

You sat in the dining hall with you friend Bridget, arms resting on the rough oak grain of the table while you picked at your meal.  You two had hit it off from the get go: she was a current camper, about your age, and a fellow asthmatic to boot. "So you've worked here for how long?" Bridget pierced her food with a fork, continuing your conversation about your position as Assistant Director of Activities. "10 years, would you believe it? Though I started out as a sort of consultant." "And you've been working ever since?" "Well, I've quit working a couple of times…but I honestly couldn't think of a better job; I love it here." "Then why

You had no idea how you ended up in this situation. Drops of heavy rain hit your face and trickled down your neck into your raincoat, making you shiver. The weather was terrible, but it was expected. After all, you were on a small sailboat, the sail trembling quickly in the ripples of wind that passed. Thunder crackled above you, silhouetting everything that was around you and lighting up the three small specks which were waving at you. Cries of desperation gurgled through the downpour faintly as you tried to figure out who these people were. You reminded yourself why you were here again: Gilbert had told you that something bad had happened

  "Luddy, Luddy! Look what I made for you!"  Your younger form clambered over to the blonde German, a makeshift flower necklace held in your hands.  It had been your personal goal to, at least some point in your life, find a flower that matched your German friend's sky-hued orbs. Of course, you hadn't told him of this goal; you tried your best to keep it a secret, so it'd be a surprise once you finally did find the right flower and gave it to him.  Okay, maybe it wouldn't be much of a surprise when a friend shows up and gives you a makeshift flower necklace, saying that it matches your eyes... but you hadn't really thought it through du

This is part 2 (or 3 for those of you who caught the lemon) of probably 2(or 3) but you never know me! Anyway a link to 1 will be posted below. Please comment, favorite, ect. I love my comments and read every one of them. _____________ ~*~ ONE YEAR LATER ~*~        " Ve~ You have a little bambino wiggling around in your guts _____!" The Italian squealed jumping up and down as ______ was bent over a wooden bucket.        A year after Ludwig had rescued her from Helgen they had moved to Whiterun. The stern general had surprised her after their wedding with a new home. What once was a small burnt down home midway between a fort and the guard

((A whole group filled with Skyrim/Hetalia: www.fus-ro-pasta.deviantart.com )) The cold, bitter wind of Skyrim blew trough [name]'s [h/c] hair. Her wrist were bound and sat uncomfortably in her lap. She bounced on the hard, wooden bench every time the cart hit a rock or hole. Which seemed to happen a lot. It had been an ordinary day until she had gotten herself caught up with some rebels during an ambush. Just her luck though. Things like this always happened to her. To her right was Alfred Stormcloak, the leader of the rebel Stormcloak army. In front of him sat a man with dark, shaggy brown hair and brown eyes. He ran his mouth and cursed l

“What’s a girl like you doing in an apocalypse like this?” The silence was deafening. You had to remind yourself that the stillness was a good thing. No scrapes of limping, fleshless feet against the sidewalk; no groans of the undead; no snarls of a cannibalistic freak of nature within radius of your earshot. The streets were nearly empty, you were alone, and you heard nothing but the wind. This was all good. Except, it didn’t feel that way. Even with your back against the wall of an alley, a handgun in your palm, and a sword strapped to your hip, you still didn’t feel safe. You never did. You were in the mi