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Hetalia: America's Civil War Part 1
Say it.Say you acknowledge me as an independent Confederacy. Alfred felt the cold steel blade dig in between his collarbone and warm blood trickle down his chest.
"No! We've got to stay together! We won't be able to survive without each other, dude! I'm telling you!" Alfred struggled with his right hand to keep his left from plunging the knife even deeper into himself.
And sacrifice our main economic asset? I don't think so. Alfred choked as the knife slid a little ways down his chest. It doesn't have to be like this you know.
"We I I'm the hero." Alfred rasped. "I won't allow it anymore."
Bzzzzzt. Wrong answer. A scream escaped America's lips as cold steel dragged through his flesh. A knock came from the door.
"America Are you okay?" Alfred felt the bloody knife slip from his grasp and clatter to the floor as Arthur opened the door. The two countries locked eyes before Arthur noticed the blood that was slowly pooling on t
UsUK Cardverse - SacrificeWARNING: THIS FANFIC IS BASED OFF OF A DOUJINSHI CALLED "MONARCHY OF SPADES", WHICH DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR THE ENDING HERE, SO IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE ENDING, DO NOT READ THIS. UNDERSTAND? GOOD. Monarchy of Spades belongs to hukaka and can be found here: http://hukaka.livejournal.com/20924.html Hetalia belongs to Himaruya and can be found all over the place. Don't like yaoi? Don't read. Rated PG-13 for violence and shounen-ai.
The word was whispered shakily, reaching only a few feet away and dying off. But of course no one was in the room to hear it anyway. There couldn’t be. He had to be alone during this. He had to be all alone. That didn’t make it hurt any less.
He wished dearly that his King could hear him, no matter the so-called ceremony. He wished he didn’t have to do this. He wished – and this was the worst one – that he had never become Queen.
9/11 FanFic - The TowersSeptember 11, 2001, 6:30 am
America woke up earlier than usual that morning. Something felt... off. Thinking for a moment, he assumed that he had probably forgotten to do something at the work he was finishing at the World Trade Center. He chuckled to himself. It would be like him to forget something like that. "Maybe I'll go in early today, just to make sure," he said out loud. He got dressed, walked out of his hotel, which was several miles away from the towers, and headed to the subway.
When he got to the station, he saw a crowd of people gathered around the ticket booth. They all seemed upset. When America got closer, he heard some of what they were saying. "This isn't fair!" one yelled. "I'll be late to work!" Everyone else was complaining as well.
America looked at the sign. His train was running an hour and a half behind schedule. So much for being early. America started to join in with the
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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