Push The Envelope ch. 8"Why didn't you tell me?"Disappointment ran thick through China's words, as he stood in the door way of the chapel, talking directly to Hong Kong. He spoke softly but with a stern edge, just like a parent would to a child who did something they knew they shouldn't of. China's delicate features were turned into a small frown, his chocolate-brown eyes casting a hollow look right into Hong Kong's own big, dark brown orbs. That look of utter disappointment was worse than he could imagine. As a child, he was always trying to get China's approval and attention, but had learned a long time ago that he didn't need it; he didn't have to prove anythi
Iceland x Fridge: forbidden loveIceland was alone in his home. There was a breeze coming in through the open window in his kitchen, sending shivers down his spine and causing his brown jacket to flutter in the breeze, like a delicate plastic bag caught in an updraft.aw shit it's getting poetic up in here.Iceland walked towards the kitchen, enjoying the sound of his lace up boots against his wooden floors. The sound echoed through the whole house, reminding him of the emptiness. He pushed the thought away.He stood at the window, looking out at his Icelandic manscape landscape, full of mountains and valleys and lots of....other big things. He pulled the window shut with
Push the Envelope ch.7Denmark trotted over to the door, feeling a little excited to see his Norway again. He hoped that he wouldn't be to pissed off for leaving him at the m&m shop, but it wasn't entierly his fault! The two of them, after each recieving a very persuasive text from Sadinia informing them of the party, had mad their way down to the address given for the party. Denmark was hopeing that there would be free drinks at the party, as well as Ice being there, of course. Norway was certain that Iceland would be there and most probably Hong Kong too. Also a party every once in a while doesn't hurt anybody. But what Denmark didn't know, infact no body else kn
Prucan - Forever and a DayGilbert layed in a pool of his own blood. He could feel the familiar warmness surrounding his curled up bony fingers. He could smell it's heavy presence, like death, and the copper taste of it was in his mouth. He thought about how he ended up here, everything that went wrong. Most of it was a painful, hazy memory, with glimpses of blood, destruction and fear. Fear that he had never felt before. Half of it was directed to him and the other was caused by him. Finally, he had escaped from evil's very own clutches, whose blood thirsty being had help Gilbert captive, and had been forcing himself through an endless snow covered terrain. It made h
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