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Cold War- Extended."That we do," The American smiled devilishly. Ivan felt intimidated. Ivanna watched them from the window of her and her brother's little cabin. Her eyes glimmered a little bit with concern. Back outside, Russia and America pretty much pushed eachother. "Why are you here, Alfred?" The Russian asked protectively. Alfred laughed. "I'm here to visit your sister. Some people told me that she was feeling unwell,". He sighed. Ivan hated the American, but he had no choice. He did not want to start a war with the fellow superpower. "Alright," He agreed angrily as his hands wringed his pipe. He led the way to the cabin.
(Sorry, You guys, For it being so short! I'll be trying to write these daily. I am going to play some online games for a little bit. Thanks for reading this! Please comment and give me some feedback~! ^J^ <3 ^_^ Forever~
Cold War- Anything But Cold.(Note to readers: I've recently become addicted to the Hetalia couple of who other than Russia and America? <3 My two favorite characters. I hope you enjoy this short piece. Tell me if I should make it a longer and real fanfic. Btw, this is Fem!Russia and regular America. Thank you!)
The tall Russian girl sat in the Siberian tundra. Snowy wind blew here hair this way and that. Her purple eyes searched the vast land for any other signs of life. The only other person around was her taller brother, Her twin, Her best friend, Ivan. "Ivanna," He sighed and reached a gloved hand to the girl. "You need to be more careful," She grabbed his hand as he pulled her up. She nodded sadly. "Sorry, Brother.." She mumbled through the falling snow. An American's silhouette began forming infront of them. Her brother's eyes narrowed as he noticed the shape of the jacket. He looked at the fluff around the collar. Alfred. "Ivanna, Go to the house," He nodded to their cabin. She nodded, a bit confused, an
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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