UKUS: Last Chance C.9UKUS: Last Chance C.9 by Annabelle-Kirkland
So I have a lot of stuff to do guys on my other account (:iconangel-iggy because I am working with MMD and that takes a lot of time. Chapters might seem shorter but please be patient. I have considered going on Hiatus. Tell me in the comments below if you don't want that.
Arthur felt his heart thumping against his chest, making his whole body shiver as he stared up at Alfred. He didn’t know what had come over him, just that it really did hit him hard. Maybe he was catching whatever junk the American had from standing out in the rain so long. But something was sending shocks through his nervous system, making his brain feel numb. “Alfred-”
But then the teen coughed, his knees buckling. Mr. Kirkland cursed and lugged him back over to the couch. “Don’t get up so quickly!” he scolded gently, “You’re still in horrible condition!”
Al settled back under the blankets and such, burrowing into them a little with a small
5024 V.S 1673 Ch. 165024 V.S 1673 Ch. 16 by DredPirateBones
Chapter 16: Freedom Found
The dark speck on the horizon would soon become something bigger both as an object and as a significant battleground. Arthur couldn’t take his gaze off of it even if he wanted to. It felt like it had all narrowed down to this silent moment, everything rode on that speck off in the distance and whether it was destroyed or not. Survival had never crossed Arthur’s mind before, it had simple become some secondary concept, but now that he was gazing directly at certain death, he found himself wanting to live. Every breath had become precious, measured, as if the next would be his last. Arthur steeled himself; he was prepared, ready, to fight to the death if that was what it took. But he didn’t want to.
The pirate wanted to watch Matthew and Gilbert grow up. He wanted to kiss Alfred awake every morning and feel those three small words mouthed against his skin. He wanted to watch the sunrise and teach Alfred magic tricks. That’s what Arthur wa
5028 V.S 1673 Epilogue5028 V.S 1673 Epilogue by DredPirateBones
“You planned all of that, didn’t you?” Elizabeta asked. Her elbows where perched on the table as she peered into the globe held in place by a glass horse. It had its hoof placed atop the globe to keep it from rolling around.
“I’m just glad we were able to point him in the right direction.” Vladimir smiled from within the globe. Somewhere on the sea and thousands of years in the past, the Romanian pirate sat in his cabin and peering into his own globe, one that Elizabeta knew was held by a bat.
“Mmm,” She allowed him to evade the question. Vladimir was a strategist, someone who would only tell you what you needed to know to ensure your reactions were genuine. And sometimes that meant that you knew nothing of his plans. “I’m just glad he was able to rid himself of it.” Elizabeta admitted.
“You doubted your beloved Captain?” Vladimir asked with genuine shock. Elizabeta had every faith in Arthur, as a ma
UKUS: Last Chance C.6UKUS: Last Chance C.6 by Annabelle-Kirkland
GUYS I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. WITH SCHOOL AND A BIG PROJECT I HAD TO GET DONE THIS HAD SLIPPED MY MIND. IF YOU THINK I NEED TO GIVE YOU MORE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER THEN I WILL TRY.
Alfred found his breath caught in his throat and he couldn’t comprehend anything going on around him. This was way too much for him to handle all at once and process what to do. This was his brother, the one he had told to trust him with anything at all. To come to him when he had a problem no matter what it was. To talk to him when he was unsure of what to do. To not be afraid to use him as a crutch when he needed it. To share everything with him and tell him things that would be difficult to understand.
It was as if Matthew had thrown all of that away. Giving up on trusting Alfred with helping him through high school. But really, was it not Matt’s fault at all? Was it Al’s for being blind to the reality of what was going on?
He would have continued thinking if it
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."
Feli Ch 9Feli Ch 9 by MegaAnimeFreak7
Feliciano flew through the hospital doors at a breakneck pace. His tear-filled eyes scanned the room frantically before landing on the receptionist's desk. He quickly made his way to the blonde man at the desk and slammed his hands against the counter in order to gain his attention.
The blonde jumped with surprise before smiling at the frantic Italian. "Oui. What may I do for you sir?"
"My brother is here! I need to see him!" he cried. "What room is he in? Tell me what room he's in! Why won't you tell me? I need to see him now!!"
"Alright. Please calm down mon ami," the blonde said in a calming voice. "What is his name?"
"Lovino Vargas." Feli answered.
"Hmm. I see," he hummed as he typed. He looked up at the Italian and smiled. "And what is your name?"
Feli was taken aback by the unexpected question but answered anyway. "Feliciano, but all my friends call me Feli."
"Would you mind if I called you Feli?"
Feli shrugged. "Ve. I-I guess it would
War effort Ch 12War effort Ch 12 by MegaAnimeFreak7
Matthew paced around the room anxiously. Gilbert watched him sadly, not sure what else he could do. It seemed as though his darling would run himself ragged worrying about this. He was just as worried, but Arthur and Matthew were pushing themselves to their bodies' limits trying to find this man.
"Baby please," he said as he stood. He walked over to his lover and wrapped his arms around his waist. "You need to calm down okay?"
"No," Matthew muttered as he pushed Gilbert's hands away. "Don't break my concentration. I've almost got an idea."
"You've got nothing. You just think that you have something," Gilbert commented. "Let's go sit down and watch some TV."
"No!" Matthew yelled. He stared up into the Prussian's ruby red eyes angrily. "What part of 'no' do you not understand?! Oh, I get it. You're trying to stop me from finding my brother aren't you?"
"Why would I do that Matthew?" Gilbert sighed. "I care just as much about Alfred as you do."
"Oh. So you
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