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2P Hetalia: The BasicsList of 2p characters
The characters listed above are Himaruya's official designs.
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APH Shoot For The Moon: Part 4It was as if they are thrown into a different world- impossibly different and mysterious, but so beautiful. Moon. Luna. Over time, the craters that have impacted Luna still remain. Some are as big as a football field. Some are as small as the palm of your hand. The camera just floats weightlessly, the crew of Orion 6 too stunned with Luna's beauty to capture it. Ivan reaches for the camera and snaps the first picture, a dry, lunar sea known as Imbrium Mare. He wordlessly hands the camera to Alfred, who snaps pictures of the lunar horizon, seas, and craters. And then it comes. Impossibly beautiful. The half of a round ball rising into the deep blackness of space, bringing color with it. The deepest blue imaginable, with swirling white clouds and the brown hints of land. Earth. Even more beautiful from the moon. It looks like a clear marble, flowing with life. Marukaite Chikyuu What a Wonderful World Prekrasnyi Mir Alfred reaches for the camera and snaps a picture
RussiaxReader: Trapped Part 2
"Dammit " You mutter to yourself. "This doesn't make sense at all."
You were standing in the Red Square, a square smack in the middle of Moscow and known as Krasnaya Ploshchad. The freezing weather hadn't changed, and every snowflake sent a chill down your spine. You were examining a map, trying to figure it out, but it was just so confusing.
"Ah, so now the American is cold and lost."
You inhale sharply at the familiar voice and whirl around, finding yourself face-to-face with the charming Ivan Braginski.
"Aw, shut up. I'm not lost." You grumble.
"Da, you are completely, utterly lost. I can see it in your eyes as you are attempting to read Russian."
The Russian chuckles and places an arm on your shoulder, which makes you freeze. You silently hope that Ivan doesn't hear the squeaking sound you just made.
"Well, ________, where are you trying to go anyways?" He asks.
"Back to my hotel." You admit. "I'm pretty wiped."
"Oh, so you had a long day,
RussiaxReader: Trapped Part 1
In the midst of it all, you were wondering why the heck you had decided to go to Russia. You had been planning a trip to Europe for a while, working and adding money to the trip funding.
However, at the last minute, you decided to go to Russia.
And dammit, you were regretting it.
Having been born and raised in the southern United States, you were used to the warm, sunny climate and the long summer days. In Russia, it was the exact opposite, and you hadn't been anticipating it. The days were short and you were freezing your butt off. No, freezing wasn't a strong enough word for it. Something beyond that, something that wasn't right for words. It would be a miracle to see the sun again. You missed the summer days when the nice breezes would overlap the heat just perfectly, and the way the sun would shine whenever there was a football game.
However, you had to admit the trip was actually kind of fun.
Exclude the freezing nights spent under piles of blankets and desperate attempts to stay
Nyotalia Episode 6The warm glow of the fire illuminates the faces of the Axis Powers.
"Rock out, we found the Axis countries!"
"Why do they look so serious?"
"What's so incredible?"
"Dude, you're totally on my foot!"
"Aiya! A mosquito just bit me!"
Nyotalia Axis Powers
"You idiot. Why would you ever form an alliance with Italy?" Austria demands, her violet eyes flashing. "Vell, I have various reasons to do it. You know, the more alliances ze better?" Germany sighs. "Whatever. You know how she is- probably producing white flags right now." The aristocrat rolls her eyes. "I shall now show my utter disgust and anger with you through the piano." She continues, and then sits down at the grand piano, her fingers flying over the keys. Some notes are deep and angry, others are thin and light. "So your anger is Chop
To Fly In A PlaneThe experience. It was just so amazing. The wind whips her hair and she grins as the little biplane soars through the sky. The deep blue sky that had seemed so distant until now. The white, cotton clouds that the plane could easily whip through. And the wind riding with her for the first time. Amelia Jones could really say she was a heroine. Next time, maybe she'd bring Iggy up. Right now she was apart of the plane, guiding it with the slightest movements of her arm. Hmm Amelia guides the biplane into a loop and grins at the effect. She could get used to this. She cuts through the sky more, her scarf whipping behind her in the strong wind, the landscape below stretched out for miles. Right now, she owned the sky.
APH: Shoot For The Moon Pt. 3Things were going a little bit differently in Mission Control.
Yao calls sharply, and the flight director looks up.
"I've got a leak in the oxygen tank over here."
The German's eyes widen and he immediately runs over to Yao's computer screen.
"Verdammt." He mutters, frowning at the computer screen.
"ATTENTION!" Ludwig's loud voice echoes through Mission Control. "Ve have a problem. One of the oxygen tanks is leaking. I vant everyone in zhis room to try and figure out a solution. Do it quickly before zhey lose oxygen."
His voice sounds grim and suddenly everyone in Mission Control is working to solve the problem.
"Do you vant to inform ze crew?" Ludwig asks.
"Yes, they deserve to know-aru. They have already finished the recording-aru." Yao replies, and the flight director nods.
"Orion 6, do you read-aru?" Yao's voice comes in through the astronauts' headsets, and Alfred quickly exchanges looks with the others.
"Yessir, we read you loud and clear."
The commander replies
APH: Shoot For The Moon Pt 2Alfred didn't know which was more amazing- the view or the sensation of zero gravity. He floats as lightly as a feather over to the window, and the sight takes his breath away. The earth seems to glow with a blue aura, and clouds stretch over the round surface. Below are sparkling seas in every shade of blue imaginable and the familiar shapes of countries around the world. There were different shades of green and brown, some flat, some bumpy. It really is a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue and clouds of white the bright blessed days, the dark, sacred nights. And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
Alfred floats back over to his four crew members. There was Arthur, of course, but also a Russian named Ivan Braginski and a quiet Japanese known as Kiku Honda. They were all Alfred's closest friends, but Ivan was kinda creepy. After all, he would be Alfred's partner on the moon, helping him collect moon rocks and conducting EVAs. There was this whole argument about
APH: Shoot For The Moon Pt. 1"Orion, this is Mission Control. Radio check, over."
"Roger, out." Alfred F. Jones, commander of the sixth Orion mission, replies smoothly. He was thrilled to be commanding Orion 6, because he and his crew were going to the moon. To follow in the footsteps of heroes like Neil Armstrong and Alan Shepard. Alfred's heroes. Alfred F. Jones was going to be the thirteenth American to walk on the moon. Woot, woot.
"Orion, this is Launch Control. Ready abort advisory check."
"Roger, check is satisfactory, out."
"Orion, this is Mission Control-aru. Side hatch is secure-aru." Yao Wang, a Chinese who proudly represented his nation was serving as CapCom for the mission. He would communicate with the crew while they were going to make history.
"Roger, we copy."
"Both cabin vent switches have been closed. We are now at T-5:00 to liftoff."
Five minutes! Five minutes until the launch of one of the greatest space missions in history! Right along with every moon landing. And Alfred was commanding
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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