hetaliajustforyou

Signed, Canada P.S. Sorry for not telling you sooner...I was afraid you wouldn't notice me. "Hmmmm," You hummed as you tucked the note into your back pocket with a tiny smile turning up the corners of your lips. "I suppose I'll notice." You looked over at the skating ring to find him, and found him skating in front of America, possibly trying to show he's better at it? It gave you a little chuckle, hadn't he already shown up Alfred simply through ice hockey by skating on ice? Either way, you liked how he could make a point even though he was usually seen as a shadow. Thinking that now, a frown took over your face, considering you thought

You walked down a familiar street although you had been months since you last saw it - much less walked down it. The street was exactly 6.3 miles from your house, but that did not stop you from making the trip in the blazing hot sun. You were hoping that this time it would be less of a "trip" and more of a "vacation." Hopefully, a permanent paradise. You were running away....well not quite. Moving? Not exactly. You came from a horribly broken home. One full of abuse on levels that were almost impossible to explain. In fact, the only way to explain was to list events that had happened in detail. Basically, you were moving out of that house an

Signed, England. P.S. I apologize for not having the courage to tell you face to face. Your face went the deepest shade of red possible. The gentleman of every girl's dreams, liked you? Maybe even loved? He was too perfect: Helpful, yet sometimes demanding, and a bit bipolar. He could melt anyone's heart! Well, his cooking could challenge that...but you didn't care. You only wanted to see him right then and there. You let go of the small note and let it float down on to the table, and turned to find him, only to trip over your own skates. "I've got you, love!" Said the British accent you knew all to well. You felt two arms snake around yo

I sat quietly at my desk, drafting documents for all the colonists who are already laying down asleep in their houses. There was a thin quilt draped over my shoulders. It was absolutely freezing outside that night. That explained why Britain's men were late. All the colonists wanted to do was boycott the tea, which I understood of course, but I would let them unload a few boxes every now and then for Arthur's sake. I glanced out the window and saw the ship slowly pulling into the harbor. I smiled tiredly, and pulled the blanket so it was over my shoulders more. I quickly slipped on my shoes to go and retrieve the tea. The colonist couldn't

Signed, Romano. P.S. Don't ignore me, dammit! You slightly shook your head with a smile. You had been friends with Lovino for a while, and felt complete comfort around him. The two of you could cuss at eachother and know it was all a joke, and you weren't afraid to be youselves. In fact, you had secretly liked him. Everything about him from his clumsiness, to his cussing, to his curl, and even the way he rolled his r's. You shoved the note back in your purse, and faced the skating floor, searching for the man. You smirked when you saw him cluthing the railing to keep from failling. "Perfect." You whispered, being the legit skater you were

That was the last push I needed. I grabbed the blade with my bare hand and it began to cut into my flesh, but I didn't care. "You killed my father?" I growled, sliding my hand up the blade, refusing to let it out of my grip. His smile didn't falter, yet his eyes glistened with fear. A fire was inside me. I wasn't just going to let him walk the plank. I wasn't going to just give the final strike he was going to suffer though it. He nodded. "I came back for you also, but only took an eye." He explained. "You had the nerve?!" I sneered. Finally face to face with him. His smile began to turn down, forming into a straight line. "No." I said

Signed, The AWESOME Prussia. P.S. I'm too awesome to be rejected and you know it! You giggled at the little note, you had been having a crush on the albino for a while now. Wait a second...he liked you back! The shock finally hit you and you had to contain a squeal. You slipped the note into your back pocket and decided to go see him right then. You couldn't help but laugh out loud at wqhat he had said last. He was always so confident. You slipped on your roller blades and made your way to the ring, spotting him by hearing his laugh. His red eyes seemed to stand out more in the dim lighted area. You realized he was skating very nicely, yet

"Of course." I whispered back. "Don't worry, I promise you'll be out of here. Just be still and silent. He gave a quick nod of understandment as I went to work, finding the lock at the top of the cage, I flipped through the keys I had gotten from the captain's room. Who would have all their keys in one place? Was this some sort of trick or was he simply a fool? I surprisingly found they key and opened the top of the cage and picked up the lamp. "Hold on to this for me." I said, handing it to peter, who took it but it slipped straight through his limp fingers. Before it hit the ground I moved my foot so it would bounce off the rubber. I gri

I looked over at Ludwig to make sure this albino man was safe to talk to, even though he did seem trustworthy. "This is ___________." Ludwig said, finally coming out of his facepalm. "And this is my bruder Gilbert." "Oh, you're brother." I said, with a nod to clarify. I looked back over at Gilbert who ran over to me and began petting my ears. "Woah, ________! You're a half-breed! That's awesome! Who's your owner?" He asked. "I am." Ludwig stated firmly. Gilbert's eyes went wide. "CAN I HAVE HER, WEST?" "What?! Nein!" Ludwig said, looking startled that Gilbert would ask such a thing. "But she's awesome!" Gilbert said, looking disappoint

"Captain! When do we fire?" I demanded to know. "He's not yet in range. Be patient, ________." He said assuringly, walking up to me. "We're just going to have to take chances aren't we?" I asked, a smile spreading across my face as I glance over at the canons. "If we don't get a good enough aim one of them could hit the brig. I think that's where peter is." He pointed out under his breath. My eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Then you better shoot the second you have a chance."  I growled, turning back to the railing. I heard the captain stay where he was for a second, then walk off. A less than a minute later there was a loud boom that made