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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
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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