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"How cliche." (Y/N) mumbled resting her head in her hand as she gazed out the window at the grey sky. "What was that, (Y/N)?" Matthew asked quietly, his eyes still red from crying. "Nothing. He was always a pretty dramatic when it came to everything; I shouldn't be surprised that he would want this to be as theatrical as possible." The blonde said nothing as he and (Y/N) sat silently in the back of the black Cadillac. He couldn't help but stare at the woman, adorned in all black. She looked completely broken but not in the way anyone expected her to be. In fact she had yet to show any emotion today. Matthew figured the shock was still fres

    Today was your big day.  Finally after Alfred F. Jones, your boyfriend of two years finally purposed to you, it was your big day.  Butterflies were in your stomach as you got ready in your white gown.  Your (h/c) was done up in an elegant wrap around braid on either side leading into a bun.  Your (e/c) shown with excitement and nervousness.      The two of you had gotten together officially at a country conference two years ago almost to the day.  He was your hero and you loved him for it just as he loved you.  Little did you know though it was just the honeymoon phase of your relationship with the outgoing American.  When he asked you t

Summary: "Show me how much I've messed up. Show me what I could've had," His eyes lowered with regret and shame as he tried to hold back tears. It wasn't working. "Show me how much I'm missing." And when she said those three words, he sobbed. ____________________________ He was broken. He was tired. But most of all, he was an idiot. A horrible, devastated, and guilty monster. He could still remember how she had cried that day, how her heartbroken expression left him devastated, and how she had ran away, proclaiming that she would never love him again. He could remember how ragged his own voice sounded as he called after her, and how he imm

Your skin feels so hot that you're surprised your skin doesn't sizzle with each, ice-cold droplet of rain splashes onto your body as you lie there, head tilted up towards the sky as if you are merely stargazing. You are melting on the chilly, unforgiving ground, slick with rainwater. In a way, the rain is the very reason you’re like this now, but its touch cools you, soothing you. It would feel pleasant if not for the agonizing pain. Your mouth is still open, throat raw from your previous screams, a slick of blood bubbling up past your tongue, sliding wetly down past your bottom lip and gliding over your chin, dripping slightly onto y

Note: This story is fairly long, don't say I didn't warn you. Third Person P.O.V. "Why do you even follow me to the meetings, Prussia?" Germany asks, sighing. "Aw, come on West! I just want to visit my brother and friends!" Prussia replies, smirking as his bird on his head chirps. "You're not even a country anymore!" Germany argues. "I'm so awesome that even though I'm not a country, I'm still around," he points out, smiling. Germany sighs, rolling his eyes. "Whatever, Prussia..." The two brothers continue to argue their way to the World Meeting. A normal day for the pair as they both go together. But. . . things can't stay the same forever

      Two weeks.     Two weeks since you had stopped texting him every day.     Two weeks since your skin had started to grow paler.     Two weeks since you started to wear baggier clothes than usual.     Two weeks since your voice softened and you didn’t speak as much.     Two weeks since a certain Dane had been worried sick about you. And the list could go on.     Matthias honestly didn’t know what to do. What had caused you to change? Did something happen? He didn’t know. And it was killing him.     Ever since two weeks ago, your behavior had changed. Instead of being the loud, laughable, fun person that yo