JapanxReader Request for DBXTrista
Today was St. Patrick’s Day; the one day a year it is acceptable to pinch people if they weren’t wearing green. You were so excited to pinch the suckers who had forgotten or didn’t own any green clothes, but as you got out your uniform, you noticed that the plaid had green stripes in the skirt and pants. Disappointment washed over you as you slipped into your uniform ad headed downstairs. You had (fave breakfast) and dashed outside to your bus stop at the corner. You shared this bus stop with 3 other people; your 3 best friends, Feliciano Vargas, Ludwig Beilschmidt, and Kiku Honda who were, in that order, from Italy, Germany, and Japan. Your school had students from all over the world. You liked the diversity.
You waited at the stop for your friends. Finally you saw them; Ludwig’s tall form in the back, Feliciano practically vibrating next to him, and little Kiku speed walking in front of them. Feli started running full speed at you and nearly knocking you down
Capturing the Flag with Hetalia! ~ FranceAs the sound of America's (rather obnoxious) air horn, you took off, making sure to keep low to the ground.
You approached hostile territory and glanced around. There was no one in sight.
There was no one anywhere.
You smiled smugly, congratulating yourself on sneaking passed everyone. After tip-toeing silently across the enemy line, a nearby rustle sent your heart racing as you immediately dove into some bushes.
"What was that noise?" You strained your ears, trying to determine what the sound was, or if it would come again.
Birds chirped brightly, but nothing unusual greeted your ears.
You peeked out from in between the branches. Just an empty forest…
“I must have been imagining things...” You thought.
You continued on, but moved a little slower, still cautious of the phantom sound.
Darting along the path, you tried searching for the flag, but your vision was heavily restricted by the thick foliage you were creeping through.
“I’m sure it's safe by now. T
Capturing the Flag with Hetalia! ~ AmericaOnce the game started, you watched the rest of your team head out into the woods. You had volunteered to stay behind and guard the flag; let them run around and get sweaty, you were going to enjoy this lovely day by relaxing in the shade. Your eyes closed in contentment. You paced around the tree, trailing your feet across the grass as you left wide circles in your path. Cool air danced down through the sky, making the leaves tremble in the tall trees as sunshine poured out over them. It was a thoroughly pleasant day. The blue flag fluttered gently in the breeze, hanging off the giant oak behind you. The sun was bright and the birds were noisy, chattering in the bright green of the woods. The wind put a low howl in your ears, which soon picked up on another, fainter sound. You cocked your head curiously. Was it...rustling? You turned around quickly; the noise was coming from a leafy bush that sat on the edge of an arch of trees.
You peered at it inquisitively. Was it an animal?
Lost. Chapter 1There were some things that are as simple as black and white; the moon, trees, grass. They were always there and were unappreciated.
They were the things that you always had but took for granted. People see them everyday but never really appreciate them.
Italy was the same. Germany had never thought about what life without the carefree Italian would be like. He loved having his little Italy around but he could never tell the carefree man how he felt. What was the need when they had forever? He was so used to having Feliciano around that he never considered what would happen if the Italian left. That's why the day Feliciano betrayed him, the life he had built after World War II crashed down.
A groan echoed in the small, dim room. Ludwig's eyes fluttered open. He blinked his eyes a few times, a vain attempt to chase away the drowsiness he felt. He felt a warm, sticky substance on the top of his head. He instantly identified it as blood since he was familiar with the feeling of bloo
Letting Loose Pt.1 -- GerItaSilence.
It was the first thing Germany noticed as he woke up in the morning.
Silence. And too much of it.
Not that the German didn't enjoy the rare moments of time to himself; on the contrary, he longed to have much more of them. If it wasn't paperwork, it was a certain Italian clinging to him, and if it wasn't Italy, it was his brother up to his antics, and if it wasn't Prussia, it was a Frenchman subtly hinting on him, or a much more angry Italian screaming at him, or an Austrian scolding him, or an endless amount of possibilities.
But this moment of silence left him wary. Yes, he often didn't know what to do with himself when he actually had a moment alone, but to wake up alone was a completely different feeling. There was no Italian in his bed, which was rare but not unlikely; the man did go home on occasion, but it was usually heralded by an unprecedented amount of clinging and tears (and a lot of begging for hugs and kisses, but thinking about those aspects only made him blush).
A Pirate's PossessionPart I: Stowaways
"There's a ship over there Toris!" "I don't know about that one Alfred." Toris replied warily, "Don't you find it a little odd that the ship isn't in the docking bay with all the other ships?"
"What are you talking about? It'll be fine and the fact that it isn't in the docking bay will only make it easier to sneak onto." The overly optimistic companion stated.
"I still have my doubts about this one though. I mean why would someone anchor their ship near a cliff? And what's with that weird flag?" Toris pointed to the strange flag that was clearly a United Kingdom flag with a menacing skull on it.
"Stop being such a worry wart, I'm sure it'll be fine. Besides it beats the hell out of staying here and getting caught." Alfred said ignoring his friend's warnings.
"I don't know I think we should keep looking Al. It's creeping me out the more I stare and think about it."
"What! No way! We've already looked all around the docks and we didn't find a single ship that wasn'
The Tag Wars -- GerIta AUIt was necessity, not choice.
It was a necessity for Ludwig to patrol the streets at night; stern, but always wary, fingers always ready to wrap around the smooth handle of the gun at his side.
It was a necessity for him to be paranoid, always watching his back, waiting for someone to strike at any moment.
It was a necessity for him to fight, to be caught up in wars about things he had no say in or any opinion on. He was a soldier, nothing more than a dog in a much bigger game he was forced to play.
It was only out of necessity that Ludwig was a criminal.
This was not the life he had imagined for himself when he was younger. His dreams had revolved around being on the right side of the law; getting a good job, having a nice house, maybe even having a family.
They had never revolved around being stuck on the street, fighting for his life at every turn. He had never imagined to be caught up in gang wars, drug sales, and death dealing, never expected to be living in little more than a ric