A Ruscan Christmas Foodfight by Readingpower, literature
Literature
A Ruscan Christmas Foodfight
Russia leaned lazily on the counter top as Canada walked by him. They were supposed to be making a Christmas breakfast together, but whenever he tried to touch something Canada would insist he was doing it wrong. Most of the time, his Matvey was a calm and sweet as a sunflower, but when it came to pancakes, he could be as ferocious as that polar bear he carried around; which truly was a monster when his owner wasn't within a 100 mile radius. Not that Canada would hear any of it.
Most of the time, Russia wouldn't have cared about his obsession, and simply watched as Canada worked around the kitchen, but not now. Now,he wasn't content with the
all stars twinkle out-2p!russia/nyo!canada by 4-3-2-fuckyou, literature
Literature
all stars twinkle out-2p!russia/nyo!canada
Nicholas Braginski isn’t sure why he’d come to his brother’s fancy-ass over glorified party in the first place.
After all, he’d refused to bring any of the girls he knew; most of them were countries, anyway, and he despised the lot of them. His (massive amount of) sisters had all fled to join in on the dancing and spinning about, leaving him with his thoughts and to watch from the outside. It all seemed so...shallow. Women strutting around, trying to get someone’s attention-men with their hands flying against waists and wine glasses, laughing and swinging about, already lost in a drunken haze-it disgusts him. His
Netherlands and Canada-A Surprising Hospital Visit by LiteratureAtMidnight, literature
Literature
Netherlands and Canada-A Surprising Hospital Visit
Lars huffed, searing pain spread through his body. Were countries meant to feel pain? Lars wasn’t sure anymore, and the bullet in his side might prove the answer. But even with his blood soaking his clothes, he couldn’t stop fighting, not with his people at stake.
It was disgusting, watching Ludwig break down his country. Everyone was on the verge of starvation. Heh; "It’s not like people haven’t died at the hands of the Germans before", Lars chuckled darkly. No, he had to stand up to them!
Lars gritted his teeth as he made his way up, trying to stand on his own two feet. But the pain was too much, more blood gushed
Sometime early in the morning, with the sky only just beginning to lighten, a pair of purple-blue eyes opened groggily. These eyes belonged to one of the many nations; each personified according to each individual characteristics of the countries. This particular nation happened to be the second-largest, though no one would guess by looking at him. His name was Matthew Williams; or, simply Canada, as the few people that acknowledge his existence referred to him as. He was rather frail-looking and small for a country-especially when compared to the other lying next to him. His tiny appearance was misleading, however, as he could defiantly hand
Canada used the evening to practice one of his favorite hobbies. That hobby was Archery. but lately he was feeling that it wasn't much of a challenge, sure he could get a bulls eye on the targets but these were standard targets so it was easy. Canada adjusted his grip on the bow fixing his fingers to be firm but relaxed at the same time, he took a arrow out of the quiver that was sitting up next to a tree placing the arrow in the proper place drawing back the string. Canada focused on the center of the target and let go of the string. the arrow swooshed through the air hitting its mark.
Canada reached for another arrow putting it in
i'm bored so~
i can be:
anyone~
normal,2p,nyotalia,demon,naga,oc
you can be:
anyone~
normal,2p,nyotalia,demon,naga,oc
rules: you/I can roleplay more than just one characther is you want
you can decide my character and yours,if you want
notes or comments,you decide
no gore/horror/a lot of sadness,but the rest i alowed ~russiaeyebrowsplz (https://www.deviantart.com/russiaeyebrowsplz)
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How to love part 1 RusCan by xdeepthinkerx, literature
Literature
How to love part 1 RusCan
"Love is just a game, it is nothing more than false emotions.... It may seem warm but it turns bitter and cold in seconds....."
That's what I was taught since I was young, I had grown up believing it. I never knew the true happiness of the emotion. Which probably suited me well, because every time I had happiness it would always get taken away. Not like I needed any real happiness, especially the false kind that went well with this called love.
Now, I'm not saying I was a depressed mess, I just didn't feel anything half the time. I just went about my job, tormented some souls and served as a distant reminder of sin and upcoming tragedies
How to love part 4 RusCan by xdeepthinkerx, literature
Literature
How to love part 4 RusCan
In a few seconds, something behind his back spread out, they were stained white and polluting the air with light.
"M-Matvey?" I asked almost a bit breathless....
"W-well here they are..." He whispered, he looked almost upset though.
"Matvey, I would have never guessed you had something... Like this to show me." I said smiling a small bit.
"Yeah, no one ever does." He chuckled back.
"...Is there something wrong?" I finally asked.
"These." He said pointing at his wings. "These are what's wrong, this is why most people avoid me. I hate them so much, you're probably going to avoid me after this too... But that's okay." He starte