Gardenfairyangel

The night covered everything but stayed away from the areas the street lamps guarded faithfully. I live in a medium size town/city (use whichever one you prefer) but it was big enough to have really radical racists. I never really saw a difference between us and different races except for their cultures and skin color. But other than that... no, not much else. But as I was deep in thought, something did pull me out of my thoughts. Shouts of anger. I didn't think much of it until I was passing by the fight and caught a glimpse of the victim. What I saw was sickening, some teenage boys were kicking the victim. He was a Spaniard with dark brown

Are you, are you comin' to the tree? Where they strung up a man they say who murdered three. The first thing I saw was a light blue ceiling. The next thing I know, there is a young man about twenty years old hugging me, whispering that he was so sorry. He had white (maybe very light blond) hair, bright blue eyes, and physically cold to touch… almost as if he was made out of ice. After he calmed down, I asked him who he was. He looked shocked and sad at the same time as he told me his name was Jack. He had on a hoodie and denim jeans. I asked if he knew if I had family. He looked really pained as he closed his eyes and told me that I wo

Reader's POV Walking down the streets of downtown Boston, I noticed a young man, who had blond hair that had a cowlick sticking up in a unique way, and wasn't at a sickly thin yet wasn't at a healthy state, sitting on the concrete holding a piece of cardboard. Getting closer, I could see what it said, "I'm a vet. Please help. Anything will help. God bless." After mulling what I should do over, I sat down beside him. He looked over at me with shockingly soft blue eyes and asked, "May I help you?" "Uh. Yes, what's your name?" I asked, looking at him after glancing at the sidewalk, noting that no one seemed to notice that we existed. "Alfred

The heat I was set in had both boys and girls in it. But my biggest concern was a tough looking blonde guy who was two lanes down. His hair was combed back in a nice, attractive way. He stood maybe a few inches taller than me. "Runners, on your marks. Get set..." *BANG* It was a sprinting event of the top two of sprinters of the competing schools to see who was best, regardless of gender. I loved running in general, so this was no big deal. I had managed to keep right behind the blonde guy, who was in first at the moment. It wasn't all that hard, really. But I wanted to wait until I got to when I got close to the end to give everything I ha

Winter's POV I had brought my little snowflake home for the first time, hoping that everything would work out. But I hadn't seen her since she came here, which was hours ago. But as I was walking past my music room, I noticed that someone was playing my piano. The notes at first were timid and scared but grew more confident, happy, and free as the song progressed. I couldn't help it. I glanced to see who it was and wasn't really shocked when I spotted Snowflake at the piano. It was when I started silently treading over to the piano did the music return to its scared tone. I silently sat down next to her and started playing a lower counterme

Always (Prussia x Country!Reader) Ever since I was dissolved as a country, I've been having nightmares. All of them are different from the next, but they have one thing in common. They all have my government blaming me for its collapse and thus me being dissolved. Where I was geographically was bordering Germany and Prussia, but I'm not related to either of them. But since Prussia fell before I did, I allowed him to stay with me. That was until my government went into turmoil, then for his safety, I got Germany to take him. About a year later, I fell. Germany took me in and let me stay there with him, too. To repay him for his kindness, I ta

"Come on, (y/n)~! Let's-a go to the park!" North Italy happily requested as he lightly tugged on my arm. "Alright, but why?" I was more than happy that we were going to the park and that I was going to spend more time with my first and best friend (and secret crush). "Vee~! It's-a surprise, bella!" I couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm and followed him to the park. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: "Alright. So, what now?" I asked, lightly rocking back and forth with anticipation. We were right in front of a dec

(Some rustling noise is heard off camera.) Suddenly a teenage girl with full (h/l) (h/c) and bright (e/c) was standing in front of a high school. She was wearing a navy blue and mint green polka dot vintage dress. "What are you even doing, Elizabeta?" her quiet voice was barely heard on the camera. Shyly, she crossed her arms and looked away from the camera. "It's the video for media that we have to do and have a partner with. And I chose you, (y/n)!" Eliza answered from behind the camera. "Couldn't we get someone who loves being on camera? Like Alfred? Or Mathias?" "Vhat about zhe awesome me?" Gilbert asked, coming into the camera's visi

"Mr. Spain, what is this?" I asked pointing to a furry brown ball that had fallen off of a tree that looked like a big fern. "Chica, that is a coconut," Spain answered warmly with his signature smile. I shook it gently only to find it had a liquid inside. "Mr. Spain, what's inside the coconut?" I asked holding it out to him. "Ah. Chica, it has coconut milk," he answered taking the coconut and coming down to my level. "Would you like some?" "No, gracias, Mr. Spain," I politely declined his offer. He kept his smile on, shrugged and put the coconut in his backpack that he'd had with him. "It's alright, chica. Do you want to build a sand cas

Salt First Person POV Today was Rome's birthday. And I planned to make the main dish his favorite dessert (f/d) and apparently I needed a helper since England entered. As a young nation, he was as cute as the day is long! His older brothers took amazing care of him and did everything they could to keep him safe and sound. "Ms. (C/N), what do you need next?" England asked, his brilliant green eyes full of hope that he could help with something this important. "Would you get me the sugar?" I asked with a smile; pointing in the general direction of the requested item. "Sure thing, miss!" he happily answered, with a bright smile, before he r