Spamano: Tangled In The Sheets by Shadow-of-Sins, literature
Literature
Spamano: Tangled In The Sheets
Lovino would always give in to Antonio's pleads that he share his bed with him for the night. Every night was the same; he resisted, he insulted, he scoffed and he cursed. But in the end he was in that same bed, Antonio's chest pressed against his back with the Spaniards arms around him.
Lovino loved it.
The Italian stirred in his sleep uncomfortably. He suddenly felt restrained, a feeling that he despised. He placed his hands on the sleeping Antonio's chest and pushed himself up, but he didn't get very far.
"Moron," he hissed, throwing Antonio's arms off of him. He tried to get up again, wiggling his feet to try and kick the taller man, b
Of Letting Go And Going Away by Holly-Ashes, literature
Literature
Of Letting Go And Going Away
He's still alive, but for the other it's like he has stopped living. It's like he can no more see him.
And Arthur leaves him like this, kneeling on the ground, turning his back to him as he already cries his death.
The death of a brother that will never come back to him.
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"GO AWAY!"
The fury in that two words makes Alfred step back, a lost expression on his face as shivers runs down his spine, a lost boy frozen in that wet blue uniform with the two white belts.
"Arthur " He whispers, a lump in his throat that hurts like a too tight collar, like someone's pulling a leash just to choke his words.
"Shut up, America. It's over,
GerIta: Heartbeat by YaoiFanFictioner07, literature
Literature
GerIta: Heartbeat
Germany got into bed and was just about to fall asleep when a familiar warmth filled up the bed next to him. He flipped onto his other side and, not surprisingly, found Italy laying next him. He watched as Italy performed his nightly ritual of starting on his right side, then changing to the left, then laying on his stomach, then his back, then finally deciding that the best place to sleep was snuggled up next to Germany with his head buried in Germany's chest. Germany naturally rested his arm across Italy's back and started to fall back asleep, until Italy spoke up.
"Vee~ Germany?"
"Hm?" he grunted slightly annoyed.
"Why does your hear
Rolling Boy -HetaOni ver.- by xXcinnamon-sunXx, literature
Literature
Rolling Boy -HetaOni ver.-
Rolling Boy
stuck inside a recurring dream
too many times
is coming true.
All the noise
inside his little head
He scratches it wildly;
He scratches it wildly.
* * * * * *
'No problems' he says so brightly
But then, it's vanished
Gone to the air
Big mistake
Big mistake
Please for your sake, don't enter the mansion
He's alone, so he tries
Again
"One more time
One more time
Take us all back to that time,"
The boy says
So he says
As he holds the fateful book in the air!
"Are you ready to quit?"
"Not so ready yet
We might make it out in another time
So I'll just go on there (next loop)
Roderich, Elizaveta though, treated Gilbert like a dog.
Sure, he treated him well, but in the end, he was trained in the same way that Ludwig trained Aster, Blackie, and Blitzer. He avoided and ignored the albino after bad behavior, but rewarded him after good. The kisses he gave as rewards worked almost exactly the same as the dogs' treats: Gilbert was always asking for them, but the Austrian only saw fit to allow them after the very best behavior.
Such an example was when Roderich was leaving for band camp. The self-proclaimed 'Prussian' had followed him all the way home, thinking that they would be all alone for a few hours. But oh con
He always waits for West to leave. It's usually early evening by the time he does, and their shared home is coated with a haze of gray shadows and the cool breezes of early evening. West will pull on his favorite leather jacket by the door, picking his keys up from the table as he walks by it, still covered with the remains of their dinner. His keys always jingle as he drops them into his pocket.
He will tell Gilbert to put away the leftovers and call the dogs in as he stuffs his wallet into his jeans, but both of them know that Gilbert'll put it off until it's too late and West's already home, dead tired, and irritated that his brother can'
Matthew tries to pretend.
Matthew has always tried to pretend.
Matthew tries to pretend that the love of his life isn't in love with his brother. Matthew tries to pretend that the only person he's given his heart to doesn't love someone of the same blood and family as him. Matthew tries to pretend that he himself isn't in love with a certain Arthur Kirkland.
But even though he pretends he knows it's true.
Matthew always tries to pretend that it doesn't hurt when he sees them together. Matthew always tries to pretend that whenever he hears them speaking love to one another that he doesn't cry. Matthew always tries to pretend that when