mistressmikishi9

    "Lovi! Lovi! Look what I found!" A 5 year old (h/c) girl ran up to the Italian resting under the umbrella on the beach.    Said Italian sighed at the name, but let it pass. He sat up tiredly, trying to stifle a yawn but failing.    "Si, ragazza?" He asked. (Name) ran up, both her hands clasped tightly together, protecting something. He stared at her little hands before looking up at her. The expression on her face was one of happiness and awe, and she was bouncing where she stood. "What's that?" He asked her, pointing to her closed hands.    "I found something!" She giggled and sat down next to him on the red, white, and green striped

*I'm going to use names rather than calling them North and South Italy. xD North Italy: Feliciano South Italy: Romano ___________________________________ Part I: Romano's POV I watched as my brother emerged from our bedroom, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with a fist.  He yawned rather loudly, and I rolled my eyes, noting how unnatural it sounded. Of course, Feliciano is a pretty unnatural person.  Not only does he have a high voice and a girlish personality, but he lives off pasta, and his most overused word is 'vee'.  I chuckled to myself, turning back to the pasta I was stirring for my little brother as

A rip and a tear The glimmer of dim light causing the metal to glare But we won't stop there Because this is the only thing for which we still care Drip       Drip              Drip With every drop, we're falling fast and falling faster Pushed to the edge by life's unmerciful disaster The pure cruelty of this world hidden by lies Kept caged behind sorrowful, sullen, sunken, dull eyes And that's only part of our mask But you should know better than to ask Because after the first couple of cracks and chips We decidedly seal our fake-smiling lips For we are already weakened and wish to hurt no more We're still trying to heal the hole you

 Author's note: this is a warning. this story contains swearing, abuse/bullying, and suicidal actions. If you don't like any of these things, then don't read this story Your POV *sigh* ‘New year, same bullshit.’ You think to yourself as you hear more rumors, while you walk through the hall of the World Academy. You had just started the second semester of your senior year. This should be an exciting time for you right? Wrong. The only good thing about this situation is that it is the last semester that you have to see your bullies every day. That’s right you are bullied. Why? You don’t know. On your first day at the W