Fortune Cookies (Hetalia One-shot)The next World Meeting was only two days away. China was so busy that he didn’t notice Russia wandering into his office. It wasn’t until China became aware of an eerie presence that he finally looked up from his computer screen.“Ah! It’s Russia, aru!”Russia met China’s gaze with an unblinking stare. He held up the small box he’d brought in with him.“I made these for you,” he said with a grin.Reluctantly, China accepted the gift. The box’s contents were lightweight and rattled slightly as China set the box down on his desk. The plainness of the cardboard box was offset by a shiny red ribbon that was tied in a lopsided bow.“It’s very... um...”“Fortune cookies,” Russia said. “In case you wanted a taste of home.”China showed Russia his most gracious smile.“Thank you, aru,” he said. “Although...”China trailed off, wondering if it was a good idea to continue.
Shinji's (not) a Basket Case[to the tune of “Basket Case” by Green Day]Do you want to hearAbout your darkest fearsAnd the end of the world in the Third Impact?Giant war machines,With pilots age 14,No wonder everyone is mentally cracked.It’s not a future we deserve.Don’t think I trust the folks at NERV.It all keeps adding up,So, Shinji, hurry up.I know you’re scared but there’s a world to save.The Evas don’t workAt least one went berserk.It looks like we’re all going to end up dead.Asuka’s got no heartAnd Rei is falling apartAnd Shinji’s hiding underneath the bed.Sometimes I’m shocked they’re still aliveWhy do they let Misato drive?When you hear Shinji say, I mustn’t run awayYou know he’s gonna run.Oh, there he goes.What the hell is thatComing out of the sky?So much I didn’t want to know.There’s too much fluid in this show.It all keeps adding up.So, Shinji, hurry up.I know you’re scare
RainbowsI started out looking for rainbowsAnd found only grimy grey liesAnd I could keep searching and searchingTil the day that I drown in the skiesRoaming without maps or anchorsWishing without voice or prayerThinking I was lost foreverChained to walls that were never thereIt’s a game you win when you stop playingUnsolved and intact, you succeedThe wide open sky is my canvasI can paint all the rainbows I need
Hetalia: Sweet Child Of Mine, ch 11Austria waited outside the bedroom door, tapping his fingers against one another. The doctor had wasted no time in arriving and beginning the examination, and yet a great deal of time had passed since the door shut. Anytime an unpleasant thought imposed itself on Austria’s mind, he replaced it with “Eine Kleine Nachtmusik.” Still, time wore on and his strategy was failing him. At long last, the bedroom door opened.“Come in, please,” said the doctor. Resisting the urge to run to the bedside, Austria entered the room. Inside, Hungary lay nestled in the centre of the bed. She was resting with her arms folded behind her head and a peaceful look on her face. A serene smile graced her lips as she watched him approach.“Thank goodness you’re alright,” Austria said.“Better than alright,” said the doctor. “There is good news.”“Wait, wait,” said Hungary, si
Hetalia: Sweet Child Of Mine, ch 10In panicked heartbeats and hushed whispers, Austria and Hungary scrambled for a plan. Many rooms away, Chibitalia was still practising. Austria could not believe that this example of precocious diligence was related to that odd man waiting outside.“Maybe it’s a coincidence,” Hungary said, although her voice betrayed that she suspected it wasn’t. Unexpectedly, she stumbled backward. Austria caught her just before she would have hit her head of the bust of Mozart.“I hate that thing,” she said faintly. Austria looked at her in concern. He had never seen her look so strained.“Why...”“I’m fine, Austria,” she said. “Just a little dizzy.” As one, they looked at the door. The anachronistic stranger was probably still waiting there. Gentle, clumsy notes continued to flow from the music room. Austria gripped Hungary tighter.“We must act now.
Hetalia: Sweet Child Of Mine, ch 9Hungary awoke that morning to the sound of musical notes. Just the notes - not really music. The sounds were plain, clear, and orderly, yet punctuated often enough with missteps and awkward pauses. She found her slippers and wandered down the hall to investigate. As she approached the music room, she remarked how unusual it was for the door to be left wide open. Peeking inside, Hungary could not believe what she saw.Not only was Chibitalia inside the room, but he was actually seated at the piano bench. Technically, he was seated atop a stack of books on the piano bench, but he was indeed playing. Austria stood beside him, hands folded behind his back, as he watched the young child navigate the scales. Another batch of eight notes concluded. Chibitalia looked up at Austria for approval.“Again,” Austria said with a nod. “And this time, remember to only use the correct finger for each key.”“But my
Hetalia: Sweet Child Of Mine, ch 8Even in Austria’s dreams, the elusive melody taunted him. The song he had been straining to compose presented itself in the feeling of a perfect flow, and yet was discernible only in tantalizing bits and pieces. If he could only capture that song, he swore, he could hold the key to maintaining his empire’s glory. His family would need -Wait.He had a wife, not a whole family. There were no -
Wait, again.Blinking awake, Austria tried to bring his world back into focus. It was pitch dark inside the bedroom. He couldn’t see a thing, so he just listened. The faintest chirping of the crickets outside. Hungary’s gentle, even breaths. And something else.A string of strange and discordant notes drifted from the music room. Austria slipped out of bed and followed the sound. He paused outside the music room door. Sure enough, the sound was his dear piano being played by horrendously unskilled hand
Hetalia: Sweet Child Of Mine, ch 7Working by the burning frustration within him, Austria let his fingers fly over the piano keys. It wasn’t an angry song, per se, but it was a song being carried on the fiery energy of anger. That worked just as well. Austria felt furious and dignified at the same time - a tiger, king of his lair. The very air in the music room resonated with the bleeding notes. Austria didn’t know what he was playing and he didn’t care. Intuition guided him. The song he played was fury, as primed by years and years of training.“No one can take this from me. No one!”His hands crashed down on a sour note, causing Austria to realize how loudly he had been playing. The child was probably in bed already - not that it mattered.“This is my house,” Austria hissed to the ivory. “I’ll dictate the rules.” The moment he said so out loud, his fingers lost track of where to land nex
Hetalia: Sweet Child Of Mine, ch 6Dinner was early that evening and Austria resented it. There was no excuse for interrupting his piano rehearsal. Adults could eat later than 6pm and if the child needed his food sooner, there was no sense in shifting everyone else around because of it.“But isn’t it nicer if we all eat together as a family?” Hungary said. Chibitalia nodded in agreement and had a large bite of his beloved pasta. Austria refrained from pointing out the obvious. Hungary paused, perhaps testing if he would.“Do you know who I saw at the market today?”“Couldn’t imagine.”“Poland and Lithuania,” Hungary said. “I told them all about Chibitalia, and Poland said, ‘Your son sounds totally cute.’”Austria’s hand froze halfway to his glass.“You... told Poland that this child is our son?”Hungary giggled and waved dismissively.“Poland assumed.”“You didn
Bisexual PrideYes I am biNo it does not matterEvery person is as good as the latterI love differentlyYet I think the sameMany may say it but I am not insaneIt's not a phaseor a lust for sexIt is me on the inside being myself
IgnoranceBehold the songbird,how he flits and flutters,tweets and twitters.As happy as can beamong the trees of green.In his blissamongst the trees where he exists,he sometimes feels something is amiss,but these feelings he is quick to dismiss.For why disturb the happiness he has attainedwith feelings of worry and doubt.Within these trees, a life he has sustained,a life spent flittering and fluttering about.But if the songbird grew brave enough to see,he would know the forest trees are meant to deceive.That the land of freedom he grew to know,was all but a show.If he really knew what his home was,what a tragedy he would be forced to gauge.Beyond the trees he would find glass...Glass that forms the walls of his cage.
my secret is autumnseasons dance across the palms of my hands.fresh petrichor dripping from leaves, slowlyunfurling little waterlogged petals and lambswooland ocean air behind my eyeballs, sand sinkingand strawberry fields gently rustling with the tasteof smoothies and gentle swan calls in the lazy marina,little bits of cloud-dust falling onto your numbingcheeks, and choirs breaking out of church halls toserenade snowfall and poppy-red lips.but it is october that truly sinks into my pores.if autumn was a woman, i would tell her how clevershe was, choosing red and orange for her leavesand pouring fog like dust motes into sleepy townsif autumn was a man, i would tell him how beautiful he was,when dew freezes over jeweling grass, and whenpumpkins glow, beacon-like, next to billowing stringfor spiderwebs and the rustling of costume.it's sad that autumn is purgatory, between one rose-red to another(blushes in summer, poinsettias at winter)because the rattling of rain against windowpaneshas
rootslike drowned men who have lost theirclothes and faces, they lay suspendedfacing the sun and grinning withouteyes through the ripples of the water.those passing by wonder how they got here,these homeless men without fingers or toeslong spindly stumps twisting into lost roots:reaching to the east, to the south,to the homes they have forgotten.
Pokemon NaturelockePokemon Naturelocke====================Rules:1. Can only catch first Pokemon in area.2. Must box fainted Pokemon in a PC labeled Grave, Tomb, Paradise, Heaven, etc...3. Pokemon get certain abilities corresponding to nature:Adamant: Firm. Sturdy.-Takes two deaths to fully die.Bashful: Easily embarrassed. Shy.-May not be set to lead party.Bold: Fearless. Daring.-Can survive one death from Pokemon of higher level.Brave: Risk taker. Heroic.-Can sacrifice itself to revive a Pokemon.Calm : Undisturbed. Peaceful.-Psychic Pokemon cannot kill this Pokemon. Careful: Cautious. Protective.-Can revive one Pokemon of its own type(s).Docile: Easy to manage. Ready to learn.-Gentle: Sensitive. Polite.-Can not battle against Fighting types.Hardy: Healthy. Tough.-Pokemon cannot be killed by K.Os.Hasty: Done too quick. Short tempered.-Can not hold items or berries.Impish: Immature. Mischievous.-Not allowed to evolve.Jolly: Cheerful. Pleasing.-After capture, allows you to catch the n
Black Cat Amber EyeBlack coat with silken hair,The eyes bright and young in years.But what this glance is sayingIs as old as the world.The eyes almost closed,Snuggled and silent dreaming,She lies like spilled –Inwards restless, exuberant.Stretched out peaceful and easy –Gentle soul, full of happiness.I ask myself what she might intendBy her soft glance?Often, she lies around sleepingAnd after a while, she opensThe little mouth and bends the back.But everything without haste.Then, when she starts to rub gentlyAround my legs, purring –It is only up to herWhen she moves my heart.When I take her in my armsAnd look into her amber eyes,How my heart warms upAnd help me to believe in the good.Black coat with silken hair,On velvety paws slightly –We walk together year for yearUntil our journey will have come to an end.And when once you will leave me, my purring companion,So, I cover you tenderly with love.And I think of you fondly what enlightens my spirit:Re
I. peel apart my insides reveal the insidespetal by petal I fall apart in your hands
Ocean SkiesI watch ocean skiesdrown each sailing bird.Swimming clouds kissthe stretched blueness.The wind flies lost;her soft breath flowsas live shadows swayto the beat of the earth.The patterns of energylavishly flood my eyes.Mother Nature,flawed in her beauty.
Retraction of ChlorophyllLonger nights, and shorter days,Sinking towards the horizon,the sun stretches itself againstpulsating veins retractingfrom margins to petioleto stems unmasking green from orange to gold, to vermilion
CricketsSounds that sparkleBreaking gently over the etherEchoes of a summer eveningThe heartbeat of time