Spare Me Some Time-Chapter 1 (USUK)Watching the feet of a thousand people walk on that sidewalk every day became Alfred’s favorite pastime, his only pastime actually. He was fascinated taking in the different kinds of shoes that were worn each day, the speed at which each pair of feet was walking, how the number of feet would increase at certain points in the day and taper off when it was less crowded.Spare Me Some Time-Chapter 1 (USUK) by youbigface1
Yes, Alfred Jones would stare at these feet the passed by him, even though the owners of those feet never even so much as spared a glance in his direction. After all, he was just a young homeless man in battered clothes sitting against the brick wall of a bank, the same bank that displayed his account balance as $0 a few months prior. The same bank that refused to let him take out any more loans to pay for his cramped, shabby apartment. The same bank that had no mercy on him after he had lost his job and could not find any other source of employment. With no money and no help, Alfred had been forced to live on the s
5024 V.S 1673 Ch. 65024 V.S 1673 Ch. 6 by DredPirateBones
Chapter 6: Letter Opener
It had been two weeks since Arthur had first set foot aboard the Icarus. At first, he had spent most of his time trying to get up on deck, more precisely he wanted to be on top of the mast, but to do that he had to walk past the control room. Alfred, the touchy feely bastard, had run after him every single time and wrapped his arms around Arthur’s waist, hoisted him up and carried him back to the control room. All the while ignoring Arthur’s indignant screaming and kicking, going on and on about how his coat was too long and the high velocity winds could (would) knock him overboard. If Arthur wanted to go up on deck all he had to do was simply asked Alfred to borrow one of his shorter (safer) coats.
It would be a chilly day in Hell when that happened.
After about the twelfth time, Arthur had given up and proceeded to spend his time, foolishly, in the kitchen. That lasted all of ten minutes before he had had enough of Francis. Arthur then lock
Monster Chapter 2Monster Chapter 2 by Quizle
It was a rainy Thursday evening, drops of water had made their way all over the ground, but not once did they touch down onto the steel roof of the bunker. The plants that grew with the help of the rain never once even brushed against the steel with their roots; the bunker was too deep down.
On the surface Christmas was nearing. Shops had little gnomes on their windows, even though four weeks still remained until the holidays. Decorations were set out on lawns and people were already starting to think of what to give to their family members and loved ones.
But the Christmas feeling didn't spread past the steel walls as the holiday was never celebrated; it was only work, work and more work down there. Only Alfred still dreamed about a Christmas tree and presents as he laid down on his bed, staring at the grey ceiling of the small room that was assigned to him. ...He couldn't even send his brother a Christmas card...
But Christmas weren't the only thing on his mind; there was a creature
Bitter Coffee and Sweet Tea (USUK)Bitter Coffee and Sweet Tea (USUK) by Hetaliachan1267
Bitter Coffee & Sweet Tea
America is tired today.
As America sleeps in his bed through the early morning of August, he couldn't wake himself to get ready for work. America was however lucky as he drools from his mouth to his pillow that he set up an alarm to wake him before he's late for work…yet again. The large, extremely messy bedroom is covered with massive posters of superheroes such as Batman and Robin on the walls and clothes everywhere lay on the floor in a mess as the sun shines the whole room.
Beep, beep, beep!
America lazily reaches the alarm button from his on top of his drawer and hits the button to shut the long, agonizing beeping so he may carry on sleeping. America didn't even have enough strength to even pull his arm into bed and it falls to the side.
I had a seriously bad day yesterday, he thought to himself. I would've had a good day if it wasn't for that traffic and that dumb Starbucks. America wondered if he should even bother getting up for work. Ameri
Don't Mess with the British EmpireIt was during the Imperial century when England had begun to learn many things about himself. It wasn't anything to do with his own country but merely his own self, who he was as a person, what he wanted to be, and what he wanted to gain. After the victory over Napoleon England was left with no serious international rival, of course Russia had always been considered some sort of threat to him, but on the sea, England was unchallenged. England had been standing tall on the steamship that powered onwards across the choppy seas that lay endlessly before him, his seas that he had policed with his supreme power.Don't Mess with the British Empire by jillyred
Ten million square miles of territory making the British Empire the largest by far, it made him feel big, unstoppable, and invincible. England had found himself grinning and scowling out at the vast seas around him each time he had set sail on a voyage out into the seas he had claimed as his own.
A bittersweet smile of power and yet an overbearing loss that consumed his heart during
APH - USUK: Oh, Who Would Ever Want to Be King[February 6th, 1952]APH - USUK: Oh, Who Would Ever Want to Be King by YecatsCullenLOTR
"He's dead, America."
The American nation turned around abruptly in the British estate, jumping up from the couch as he heard his lover's voice.
England leant there, against the doorway of the study, in a sopping wet coat, dripping onto the carpet. America flinched at the Brit's paler-than-normal skin, and his shaking body.
"Jeez, Iggy, get out of that coat! It's freezing out there!"
England didn't move, didn't even chastise the other for the nickname as America quickly stripped him off the clothes, didn't even pay attention to the chattering of his own teeth. America himself did not want to remember the words the older nation had spoken in a deadpan as he entered.
"England. Hey, England." No answer. Just a blank stare, and a cold shaking that was startlingly familiar to America.
"ENGLAND!" That snapped him out of it. The older nation flinched slightly, before turning a more accustomed glare on the American. "What, you git?" "You kinda spaced out there, babe."
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