RussiaXAmerica1000

Please help the Lowbloods - The Disciple The Disciple: I don't know if you can hear me But I have to make you see I don't know if you would listen to a greenblood's plea Yes, I know I'm just a Lowblood, I shouldn't speak to you Still I see your face and wonder If you have suffered too Please help the Lowbloods Doomed when they hatch Protect them from the Condesce, Who treats them like trash Please help the Lowbloods, We look to you still Please help the Lowbloods Or nobody will. Mindfang: I ask for wealth! Grand Highblood: I ask for fame! The Condesce: I ask for glory to shine on my name! Dualscar: I ask for love I can cal

     You fumbled forward, hardly able to see in the dark tunnel. You couldn't quite explain why you were here, but it had had something to do with a dare you had made the night before, at your friend Lovino's party. You had gotten drunk, passed out, and woken up here. Guards stationed on the sides of the tunnel were murmuring amongst themselves, shooting you pitying looks. You continued toward the small light before you, hoping you'd get answers once you were outside. Here, on the side by the wake
And I'm freezing
There is a light up ahead
And I rise and float through the air
Through a tunnel
Now the light's up

AN: I can't remember who gave me this idea, but someone did this tag where they put their MP3 on shuffle and wrote a tiny fic for each song. You're only allowed to use the amount of time that the song plays. I though it sounded fun, so I did it too. The fandom I chose is Hetalia. Enjoy. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dead - Voltaire "They're all dead!" You wailed, kneeling in the center of the wreckage. You had been on a plane with America. But America was dead, stuck on a wing. Bodies were everywhere, blood stained the snow. You wished you had died too. Ther

  Canada. America's brother, the second largest country in the world by area, and by far the most forgettable. He sat in the back of the room, as always, ignored by all the other countries in the world meeting. He didn't mind all that much, he was used to it. He smiled at everyone, not caring that they didn't smile back. But then, one country passed by who made his heart flutter. When she didn't, notice him, he wanted to scream. When she didn't return his beaming smile, he wanted to leap from his chair and yank her into a bear hug. When she grinned at America instead, he wanted to kill something.    "You're squeezing me too tight!" squeaked

    You yawned, placing a hand over your mouth to hide the obvious sign that world meetings were getting more and more boring every year. Then, you jumped in surprise. Someone, a male someone, had yawned at the exact same time, right next to you. You looked over at what you had thought was an empty seat, only to see a curly haired young man with a shy smile and glasses. He was hugging a polar bear to his chest. For a moment, you just stared.    "When did you get here?!" The blonde blinked and glanced over his shoulder, as if expecting to see someone there.    "Are you talking to me?" His voice was soft, barely louder than a whisper. You nod

Grell sighed and hung her favorite red coat up behind her door. She kicked off her red heels and yanked off her black gloves, revealing her red fingernails. It had been an exhausting day, but even more so since her lover had left.    She still had the card in her pocket. The fancy little card that proclaimed the death of the Phantomhive boy. It was all she had gotten as a goodbye from her darling Sebastian. But she supposed he didn't need to explain; if Ciel was dead, it meant Sebastian had gotten the soul he so craved, and could move on. Away from Grell.    Sighing, she poured herself a glass of red wine and flopped on the couch, eyes half

    "Ah.... Nh!"     "Calm yourself. Breath."     "E-easy for you to say..!"     "This should be easy for you by now. It is nowhere near your first time."     "But you're being so rough... AH!"     "I can't help it if you're not tight enough."     "How tight do you want me?!"     "Just hold on a moment longer. It will be over soon."     Silence.     At last, Grell let out a breath. Or at least, he tried to.     "Death Gods, are you trying to kill me?! This thing's like a vice!" He tapped the corset that he was now wearing. The silver-haired woman smiled sweetly.     "Of coarse not. You did request this."     "I know, I know. I jus

RussiaXAmerica     Why is that creep staring at me? God, it's weirding me out.     America shifted in his chair, trying not to look at the nation who's eyes were drilling two ice-cold holes in his back. But he could not forget the look Russia had given him. A look of pure hatred and... something else. Something terrifying.     Why won't you look at me? Come on, America, if you're such a hero, then looking me in the eye shouldn't even phase you.     Russia smirked at the way America cringed away from him as if he carried some disgusting disease. Or maybe it was just the sensation of utter cold and darkness the tall country gave off. Eith