Nyotalia Episode 3"Hey, Germany! I wrote a song for you, so come listen!" Italy beams, holding up a guitar. "What? For me? But I'm your okay, let me hear it." Germany frowns and turns to face Italy. "Germany, Germany, Germany is a really nice place! Even though I'm your prisoner you give me food, and it doesn't suck like English food. Sausages with cheeses always taste so good! It'd be heaven for a dog, yeah that's Germany! Tell me, how are you Germans so robust? You're crushing me with your intimidation! It just causes me to smile out of fear, but your men terrify me! Is it the norm to drink a barrel of beer and then bust it on somebody's head? Please don't come to my place in large mobs, 'cause sometimes German tourists are scary! Even the guys from Germany are more rugged then I am! Yahoo!" She sings and smiles when it's finished.
"Welcome home, Italy."
Nyotalia Episode 2Germany stands uncomfortably in front of the tomato box, her eyebrows narrowed. "Hmm " She raps it with her stick for effect. "Yeeek!" A voice squeals. Germany jumps back, startled, her blue eyes widened. "H-hello! I'm a tomato crate fairy! Let's be friends and play together!" The voice manages. "There must be someone inside " She mutters and tries the lid. "N-no! Please, there's no one in here so don't open me!" Germany struggles against the weight of the wooden box. "Darn it's heavy " She groans. "Show yourself!" Germany commands and the lid flies off. "Ahh! I'ma so sorry! I'ma sorry! I'm not a tomato fairy!" Germany inhales sharply and shoves the lid aside. Her predictions were correct- indeed, a person was inside the box but what a character. A young girl about her age, with messy brown hair tied back in a fluffy ponytail, with a strange looking curl sticking out of the side, amber eyes brimming with tears. She wears a tan military uniform if you can e
Nyotalia Episode 1"Okay, dudes, let's get this thing started! We're going to solve all of the world's problems by talking excessively! No matter how hard it seems, we can do it with enough meetings and photo ops! Feel free to speak honestly while protecting your chances for re-election!" America announces. "Okay, I'll go first. About that whole global warming thing, I know that's a really hot topic right now so I think we can manage it if we genetically engineer a huge heroine and have her save the world. I give you the super-heroine global girl!" She smiles proudly and points to a sketch. "I agree with America." Japan nods. "Oh, come on! Have your own opinion for once!" Switzerland groans, shouldering her rifle. "There's no way some heroine could help global warming. It's impossible." England rolls her eyes and sets down her teacup. "I disagree with America and England!" France announces, fluffing her carefully styled hair. "You Frenchies just love to hate America, don't you? You need a better w
HallelujahThe candle glows softly and the wax drips the longer the light burns. The match quickly dies out after a strong breath and Prussia scrapes the wax from the smooth brown stand. The glowing flame illuminates her face, giving an eerie glow. Creepy. Prussia closes her eyes, the chilly night wind ruffles her hair gently. She shivers despite the warmth from her coat and scarf. The city lights twinkle in the distance but don't lessen the chilling feeling from the graveyard. She blows on her hands to keep them warm, her fingerless gloves not serving their purpose. Prussia draws her jacket around her tighter and watches the candle silently. She focuses more on the wax dripping. Running down the side of the stand. Dripping into a puddle of wax on the table. "Awesome." She mumbles under her breath. "Not." Something inside feels cold and empty, as if it is chipping away at her identity every moment. She gazes outside, past the graveyard, towards the lights. West. Looking west. What she would give
Suicide for Survival: Chapter 1There's one thing I've known all my life. The ocean. I was born to the sound of waves and I grew up learning how to fish and make a living quickly. I have to, if I want to or not. I guess I'm lucky to live in such a wealthy district, unlike some of the other districts. At home here in District 4, there isn't much of a gap between the life of people in Districts 1 and 2 and our district. It's probably because we're considered one of the Career districts. Not that I desire to be a Career, at least. For now. I sit down on my bed and think about it for a moment. Think about the probability of my possible death. I close my eyes and finger the familiar sheets on my bed, listening to the soothing ocean waves. I pause for a moment, listening out for the sounds in my house. Nothing. I quietly open the door and step 0utside, the warm sand soft under my toes. The ocean sparkles under the morning sunlight, and I take off towards the turquoise water. A few people are out fishing, but otherwise I'm