Timberkat

     You woke up no sooner than ten in the morning. Lovino was also sleeping, but had scooted onto the floor at some point, probably attempting to drag himself out of bed and wake up. But no, his lazy ass lay in a heap of blankets and mumbling reluctance. Feliciano must’ve left while you slept to go get you some clothes.     Being only five years old, you were immediately aware of the hunger gnawing at your belly. You slipped out of the covers, landing on the ground with a small thump. Lovi mumbled something about a ‘damn tomato-bastard’ and burrowed deeper into the mound of covers. The shirt was so big it dragged on the gr

     The hotel was one of the most grand things you had seen. Having fallen asleep on the drive over, you had nearly no clue how far away your old home was, but it must’ve been far because this was in the city. Not the hood anymore, but the city-city. The clean one. The shiny one. The one with pretty gold lighting and fluorescent signs. There was no distant popping of gunfire or shatter of glass and the screams of struggle. “Woah…” you murmured in awe, Ludwig lifting you out of the car and handling you to a disgruntled Lovino. The other two made no motion to take you from him, so he shifted you to an easier position an

     You were scared to look up. Most gangs in this neighborhood were just as violent as your father—scratch that, more so. Drug rings. Black market. Rapists, thieves, murderers, the like. You didn’t know what all of them did, but you did know it was bad. It was all bad. And here you were, staring at five pairs of legs, too scared to look up at their owners.     But in the few seconds it took for the one leading the group to speak, you noticed something about those legs. No jeans. No ratty leggings, or baggy cargos. These were dress pants, the type that businessmen wore. And the shoes were fancy, too—leather oxfords and the

     “—Oh! Sorry little dude…” you glanced up at the figure, revealing your face, “…dudette,” he corrected. You blinked at him, puzzled.     “Prudence!” the drunken roar scared you back onto your feet, and snapped the blond man’s gaze to its source. “Who’s that?” he asked, but you’d already dove behind his legs. (Pick/a/douchey/name) skidded around the corner. The street was silent for a moment. (P/a/d/n) stared at the stranger. The stranger paused chewing a bite of his hamburger, and alternated staring between the two of you.     His eyes stopped at the blo

     Shuffling back quickly, you looked up at the man in surprise and fear. Chocolatey ringlets of hair, cinnamon skin, and shining, gem-like emeralds of eyes met yours. He looked puzzled, and was just about to ask you why you were out so late when your father’s yell started you back up onto your feet. You ducked past him, continuing to flee. You couldn’t stop now.     I need to hide! you thought. There was a dumpster up ahead, next to a set of concrete stairs. Not thinking twice about it, you leapt up the steps and vaulted yourself over the railing, heaving up the lid and wriggling your way inside. Moments later, there was a tum

This is a story I wrote when I was about eleven, so it's a little old. But whatever, I thought it'd be cool to get it up here. Tell me what you think! They all think love can only be found in words. "I love you." But really, it's only a stroke of the whole painting. What if everything was silent? Would there be no love? Would we all be soulless animals? Would life be only about surviving, instead of living? What would our lives be then? After all, without communication, how would we build our skyscrapers? Our factories? Our pubs? Would we still be cavemen, living in caves and eating today's catch raw? But would it still be so silent? C

     [warning: mild Romano language]     From the perspective of the man you’d bumped into, you were a gray flash that had spun around the corner in an already terrifyingly shady part of town, so he gave a quick scream and shoved his younger brother forward. The younger twin had also been alarmed, but after seeing the sagging ivy cap, wispy (h/c) tufts, and teary doe eyes, he cooed and dropped to his knees in front of you. “Oh, I’m so sorry, bella! Lovi’s just a little jumpy because of all the scary shadows—“     “My name’s not Lovi!”     “—and you kinda surprised us there

     You swallowed, peering up at the tall man before you. Beige trench coat. Black gloves. Platinum hair. Lavender eyes. A puzzled, childish little smile. “U-um…” you stuttered, looking for something to say, and he gave you the silence to do so, waiting until after you had sealed your mouth shut to speak.     “Who are you running from, podsolnechnik?” he asked casually, and you gulped. Was it that apparent? He was answered when your father swerved around the corner with a roar of anger, causing you to spin on your butt and scoot back into the tall man’s leg. He looked to only be in his young twenties, ye

     Craning your neck up, you peered at the man you’d bumped into. Your eyes met the build of a soldier; broad, muscular, tall, and his eyes were a piercing ice blue, expression one of puzzlement. You stared at him for a moment, and he gazed back. He looked about to say something, but was interrupted by an adored coo behind him to his left.     “Aw~, che un bambina sveglio!” the rather airhead-looking second murmured, dropping to his knees, and the blond sighed. “Feliciano, you shouldn’t—“     He stopped when your dad suddenly swerved around the corner with a shout of anger. You squeaked, and with

Hetalia x Child!Reader INTRO [warning: language and mild violence]     Snow. Small wisps of soft crystal, swirling gently to fall and caress the Earth with its blanket. To most, it was a breathtaking scene of nature, serene, and peaceful. Quiet. A respite from the constant racket of the city, of humanity, of machinery and computers and vehicles. A drowsy sort of beauty.     You didn’t see it like this. To you, it was too silent. Silence is not good. It’s cold. Snow bites. It cuts. It’s not nearly as soft as it looks. It sticks to your clothing and numbs your fingers, soaking your clothing. It burns your lungs and sting