Nightmare
To Pharon. I originally wrote this for you a while ago, but forgot about it cuz I thought it was crap. I recently found it again and, upon reading it, found that time was the best judge.
If you've already read it by some chance, then that's cool too. But without further ado, onto the show.
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Oh God. Oh God.
Feliciano ran. The streets around him were dark; they were always dark. The cobblestones were slippery with the recent rain and his feet struggled to get a grip. Footsteps followed him. Making a split decision, he dashed down another darkened all
Trapped.
In a broken cage.
No lock. No key.
Only long forgotten rage,
pent up inside,
my prison bars,
made of frail , broken glass,
let me see the outside world,
as it really is;
a mish-mosh of disappointment
and greed
and hate
that trust is an illusion
and loyalty a lie.
I glare at it.
The fakeness of it all.
I want to get out.
I want to speak out.
But I have no voice.
And I dare not try to escape.
I don't need to.
All I have to do is wait.
Wait till she realizes it.
Stops viewing the world through her rose colored glasses.
Till she sees real color.
And learns.
Learns that I am free.
With God's speed, my Lonely Angel,
may your wings let you take flight,
For I am growing old and weary,
upon this long fort-night.
You said we would see the stars,
and then you left me behind,
time filled the empty space between,
but don't fret, I do not mind.
I am destined to take the long way,
as you are destined to the short,
emotions are such funny things,
not like any game or sport.
And yet, my Lonely Angel,
here I lie on my deathbed,
and here you are not, my Lonely Angel,
as I rest my weary head.
You said we would see the stars,
and yet here I am about to die.
You left me, my Lonely Angel,
without even a kiss goodbye.
The Wizard of Oz-talia: Chapter 2 by Squidgirl42, literature
Literature
The Wizard of Oz-talia: Chapter 2
Something cold and wet dragged across Canada's cheek. He grumbled something incoherent and swiped at the object.
His body was sore and bruised, the occasional shallow cut lazily bled. His eyes fluttered open, quickly adjusting to the dim twilight of the room. Sitting up slowly, a plethora of kitchen utensils fell off of him and clattered to the floor. The back of his head throbbed painfully and Canada winced.
"Okay?" Before he could answer Kumajiro had made his way onto Canada's lap, nuzzling his chest.
"Stupid." the bear continued.
"Glad your okay Kuma." The blonde murmured, rubbing the top of Kuma's head. Thoughts of what had happened
Nightmare
To Pharon. I originally wrote this for you a while ago, but forgot about it cuz I thought it was crap. I recently found it again and, upon reading it, found that time was the best judge.
If you've already read it by some chance, then that's cool too. But without further ado, onto the show.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh God. Oh God.
Feliciano ran. The streets around him were dark; they were always dark. The cobblestones were slippery with the recent rain and his feet struggled to get a grip. Footsteps followed him. Making a split decision, he dashed down another darkened all
Trapped.
In a broken cage.
No lock. No key.
Only long forgotten rage,
pent up inside,
my prison bars,
made of frail , broken glass,
let me see the outside world,
as it really is;
a mish-mosh of disappointment
and greed
and hate
that trust is an illusion
and loyalty a lie.
I glare at it.
The fakeness of it all.
I want to get out.
I want to speak out.
But I have no voice.
And I dare not try to escape.
I don't need to.
All I have to do is wait.
Wait till she realizes it.
Stops viewing the world through her rose colored glasses.
Till she sees real color.
And learns.
Learns that I am free.
With God's speed, my Lonely Angel,
may your wings let you take flight,
For I am growing old and weary,
upon this long fort-night.
You said we would see the stars,
and then you left me behind,
time filled the empty space between,
but don't fret, I do not mind.
I am destined to take the long way,
as you are destined to the short,
emotions are such funny things,
not like any game or sport.
And yet, my Lonely Angel,
here I lie on my deathbed,
and here you are not, my Lonely Angel,
as I rest my weary head.
You said we would see the stars,
and yet here I am about to die.
You left me, my Lonely Angel,
without even a kiss goodbye.
The Wizard of Oz-talia: Chapter 2 by Squidgirl42, literature
Literature
The Wizard of Oz-talia: Chapter 2
Something cold and wet dragged across Canada's cheek. He grumbled something incoherent and swiped at the object.
His body was sore and bruised, the occasional shallow cut lazily bled. His eyes fluttered open, quickly adjusting to the dim twilight of the room. Sitting up slowly, a plethora of kitchen utensils fell off of him and clattered to the floor. The back of his head throbbed painfully and Canada winced.
"Okay?" Before he could answer Kumajiro had made his way onto Canada's lap, nuzzling his chest.
"Stupid." the bear continued.
"Glad your okay Kuma." The blonde murmured, rubbing the top of Kuma's head. Thoughts of what had happened
Hi! I'm Emily ^^ I write fanfiction, because I cant draw to save my soul. My favorite animes are Hetalia and Disgea even though I am still pretty much a anime NOOB. I'm a pretty good gamer and I love RPGs. I play DnD, because I am AWESOME. I adore SyFy (especially Dr. Who and StarTrek TOS) and ROCK N ROLL (Genisis, Rolling Stones, The Beatles, I also like more modern stuff like Sara Bareilles and Maroon 5) So If you really wanna know anything more, mail me ^^You can also find me on Fanfiction under WhimsicalMayhem. HASTA LA PASTA
Favourite Visual Artist
Rembrant
Favourite Movies
Howls Moving Castle, Hellboy, Paint it White
Favourite TV Shows
Star Trek, Dr. Who, Hetalia,
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Rolling Stone, The Beatles, Maroon 5
Favourite Books
Anything Terry Pratchett
Favourite Writers
Terry Pratchett, Paterick Carmen
Favourite Games
Baldar's Gate, Oblivion, Paper Mario and the Thousand Year Door. Dungeons and Dragons
Well hasn't it been a while since I've been on here! Huh, well I'm back again, and better than ever! The year(s?)that I've been gone have taught me how to write even better (but lets face it, I had no where to go but up) so you may just be seeing more of my work floating around. See you all soon!
Germany
[ ] You are super lazy.
[ ] You have a thing for cats.
[x] You are relaxed.
[x] You go with the flow.
[X] You are a slob and your room is proof.
[ ] You are a super sadist and man are you violent!
[ ] You don't know your own strength and you tend to hurt others by accident which afterwords you get either depressed or angry for hurting them.
[ ] You are scared of dogs.
[ ] You're not very protective and you let people wander and get in trouble.
[ ] You hate it when people make a mess and force them to clean it, usually resulting in an even bigger mess.
[x] You might seem cold, but around your love you're as sweet as can be.
So this is what it looked like.
The gateway to the realm where nations that no longer existed went to: whether they be dissolved or conquered. Prussia thought he would never see the portal; he was too awesome for that.
But now.....
"AHEM." A large skeletal figure dressed in black robes coughed politely. He spoke with little emotion, but his words boomed, even at his lower volume. He wasn't yelling, but if he was writing this, he would have put everything in cap locks." "ANY QUESTIONS?"
Prussia looked up at the two blue orbs that seemed to reflect infinity. He wasn't afraid. He was...sad. He had failed. He couldn't even protect his own bro