An acrostic about the Dutch treat pepernoten. Written from Netherlands’ POV. OOC warning
An acrostic of a stroopwafel, written from Netherlands’ POV. OOC warning.
Short poem for the boy who is always forgotten. Happy birthday Matthew Williams.
Just a little poem I wrote , one day , it reminded me of Italy I guess ... So I decided to,post it here ! And now I feel inspired for a story ! But anyway , I'll write that story later ! Hope you enjoy this ! And please review ! This is a one shot.
Arthur savoure un verre de rhum et dans l'éclat ambré de l'alcool, des souvenirs d'une autre époque et d'un corps contre le sien lui revienne. ((EngSpa)) T mais rien d'explicite.
Antonio no se anima a estar con Chiara por miedo a los problemas que cause la diferencia de edad. Sin embargo ambos se aman y ya no pueden evitar admitirlo. España x Nyo!Romano. Fic dedicado a Luisee.
In the present day, Scotland thinks about her past relationship with France, and her could-have-been relationship with Prussia, and how both have exposed an aspect of herself that she didn't realise she had: the capacity for love.
Set right before the beginning of World War II, and yet another anachronistic poem, Prussia begins to realise that the coming storm will most likely mean the end of any chance he had with Scotland, and he's cursing himself for only just now accepting his feelings for her, despite having had them since the War of Austrian Succession.
I wrote this yesterday for the 4th of July and a little bit for Alfred AKA America from Hetalia. I hope you all like this!
A one-shot I uploaded on DeviantArt that I thought I'd share on here too. What happens when Nikolai gets possessive with someone who isn't his big sister Russia? R&R
A poem about Denmark. A bit of Norway is mentioned
Lovino is a lonely prince who knew on his 21st birthday he was going to be killed by the European Mafia because of a debt his father made before he was king. Will Lovino ever find an escape of his hell or is he going to except his fate?
A poetry drabble from Arthur's point of view about a certain entrancing Frenchman who he has (begrudgingly) fallen for. I'm always open to criticism, all I ask is that you're not unnecessarily rude about it. I honestly hope you like it!
Anya y Kiku están de visita en casa de Yao pero cuando Japón se niega a dormir Anya le cuenta un cuento muy especial basado en la canción Laika de mecano
Poetic verse from an age long gone, a perspective long forgotten. Or the ramblings of a lunatic.
A poem that describes each of the allies.
For someone who seems like such a shriveling wimp, Toris can be oddly romantic.
STORY WITH LYRICS! YEAHH
Arthur no puede evitar recordar cada viernes por la noche esos buenos momentos que pasó con Francis, pero ahora que está solo, los recuerdos y los sentimientos se vuelven dolorosos al ver que el francés a rehecho su vida mientras él sigue estancado pensando en sus rosas. Songfic. FrUk
Oh joy. Another poem. It's about the Revolutionary War and is in America's POV. Could be interpreted as USUK, so I'm rating it T for safety. REVIEW AND TELL ME IF IT SUCKS. PLEASE.
Ambos se conocían desde hacía muchos siglos y por azares del destino, ella había terminado en la casa del Sacro Imperio Romano junto con él. Desde entonces, siempre había estado con él, por ello que le tenía un gran aprecio. Siempre había podido decirle todo a Elizaveta pero había algo que ella no podía saber... que Austria estaba profundamente enamorado de Hungría...
He had changed. And he doesn't care. Hadn't he always been like this? Insane? Crazy? "Mental"?
A FRUK poem for Valentine's Day.
I'm in a creative writing class at the moment. We had to make a poem in the voice of a character of our choosing. I chose Al, of course, and decided to make it about anorexia. I am a bad person.
Dicen que los opuestos se atraen; ese era el caso de Matthew y Julchen. Él era tímido, ella era ruidosa. Él invisible, ella asombrosa. Completamente diferentes y a la vez completamente iguales. PruCan, ¿Fluff?.
A look into the thoughts of Italy as he is stuck inside the tomato box./ I wrote it a long time ago as a joke but decided not to upload it until now. A joke, but a hilarious one. XD
Gilbert's found himself a bird, and this one, he intends to keep.
'You started as a small seed planted in ice. How will you ever survive through the winter' China's narration on how Russia came to be the nation he is now. Historical. Rochu freeverse poetry.
(Norway x Dead!Reader) You will always prevail at the end of the empty and gloomy tunnel.
Quand je la regarde, moi l homme loup au cœur d acier. Devant son corps de femme, je suis un géant de papier. Quand je la caresse et que j ai peur de l'éveiller. De toute ma tendresse, je suis un géant de papier... /OCs villes/