The-Last-Dragon

When Beth woke she was afraid to move, uncertain of where she was or who might be with her. She opened her eyes only slightly, just enough to see that she was lying in her bed at Blackmoor Castle, the room warm and the walls aglow with shifting light from the fireplace. She had the distinct feeling that she was not alone, and when she shifted her head slightly to have a better view of the large wingback chair that was near the window, her heartbeat quickening when she realized that a figure sat there--and she knew with certainty that it was Mr. Thorne. Beth squeezed her eyes closed, trying to keep her breathing steady and even, willing Mr.

A/N: Yo! I didn't write this story! My awesome friend did! Please enjoy her work by visiting her profile in the description below! Thanks c: ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=[ “Italy, I'm telling you this is a bad idea.” “Oh don't be silly, it'll be so much fun!” Germany sighed and covered his face with his hand, hunching over in his seat he glanced at the ice skates Italy had picked out for him only a couple minutes earlier. They were the same blue as the brunette's coat, and if someone were to take a second look, they would notice that the Italian's pair were a color eerily similar to the

Romano sat on the windowsill, looking down the driveway, waiting for his boyfriend’s dark coloured car to pull up. He was annoyed, and rightly so, Antonio was over 20 minutes late, he was meant to come over to meet Feliciano and his new boyfriend, who were both in the kitchen cooking. He and Antonio were meant to be with them, but it felt weird for Romano to be in there on his own, watching his younger brother and his brutish German bastard of a boyfriend kissing and… touching each other. It was weird. “I’m sure he’s fine, fratello,” Feliciano’s voice broke him from his trance, “He’ll be

A Bloody Bond Chapter 5   Alfred jumped up from his spot on the ground as his brother pulled into the drive way. Matthew's eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as his brother ran to the car and nearly ripped the door off of the car.   "What's going on?" Matthew stared at Alfred's slightly panicked expression.   "There was this Russian! …. And-and this other guy...He knocked mom out and, and...!" Alfred had lost the calm composure he had tried to build up waiting for his brother.   "Alfred! Slow down!" Matthew stared horrified at his brother's frantic gesturing.   "They took Arthur!" M

 1830 He ran, he ran across the field, pausing to fire his rifle. It hit a dummy squarely in the chest.  He kept running until he found the last challenge There stood Prussia at the end. He took out his sword and the two fought. The swords clashed, the sounds of metal, hitting metal and metal hitting air. The two moved in a circular dance. Holy Rome jumped forward, and gave Prussia a shove, then  knocked Prussia's out of his hand. He caught it and pointed both swords at  Prussia who put his hands up. Holy Rome was still. Brother stared at brother. "You're ready," Prussia stated. Holy Rome put his sword down and grinned. "Really?" "You ar

     Everything was black. There was nothing to be seen nor touched. Romano was just floating there, wondering where the hell he was. Last he knew, he was shoving that tomato bastard out of the way of an oncoming car then, nothing. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes. What to do...What to do... he thought over and over.      "How about waking up?"      Huh? Where did that voice come from? Romano whipped his head around looking for the source of the voice to no avail. He sighed and crossed his arms again to go back to his thoughts.    "Hey, Romano,

Once the Spaniard named Antonio was gone, the Englishman Arthur wasted no time in making himself a cup of tea and settling down in his favourite armchair. He slowly drank his tea and congratulated himself on a spell well done. Arthur liked these calm serene moments and it was one of the few times he actually smiled. But his happiness was short lived when his assistant, Alfred, came running into the room shouting Arthur's name over and over. "ArthurArthurArthurArthurArthurArthurArthurArthurArthurArthur!" "What is it you git!?" the Englishman snapped at him. "I think something went wrong with the spell…" Alfred said. "What do you mean

France carried England into the bedroom and gently placed him under the sheets. "America! Get Austria right now! The baby's coming!" "On it!" America saluted France and ran out. "Uuuuuuuuh. America is funny," England made a face. "Ow! Ow!" "Don't worry...don't worry..Austria will be here," France soothed, rubbing England's shoulders. "Think of how beautiful our baby girl will be." "AAAAAOOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!" England's forehead was sweating, his legs clenched. France massaged England's shoulders, hoping his magic hands would ease a little of the pain. It wasn't long until Austria rushed in with his doctor's bag. He hurriedly started to set

*Go* You stood silently at the edge of the pier watching the white sails of the brig grow further and further away by the minute. With each passing beat, your heart ached and your eyes stung with unshed tears. A hand lightly placed on your shoulder caused you to look away from the brig and look at the person who was touching you. Yao had a knowing smile on his face and he gave your shoulder a squeeze. "You should do after him, aru." he said. You looked back at the brig before you looked back at your master, "But the village still has so much work that needs to be done to it!" Yao laughed, "So you think that I can't handle it after all th

I'm re-writing this fanfic. Please check my ff.net account for details. When Ludwig awoke the next morning, it took him a few moments to realise that he actually was awake. His heart thudded dully in his chest, slowing as if he had been panicked, but when his eyes cleared and he saw no threat Ludwig let his hand, which had been reaching over to grab his dagger, relax. He sat up and took note of the room: orderly and identical to any other in the Vatican. He had not walked home last night, the High Council asking (well, as close as possible as a request that was possible) that he remain close to the creature. But the room was just the same as

Rating: T+ A/N: Ok so usually I don't add A/N's (author's notes) but I felt this had to be said. In no way am I promoting the use of cocaine. I simply used it as a plot thickener. Romano is not going to die on cocaine and the end of Mio Sole be tragic. No no no~. So some of you need to calm your tits. Just sit back, relax and let me show you what I got planned in the future chapters. Mio Sole is nowhere near over (I think…*shrug*) so no more mail calling me a druggie…k? I've never even been drunk or had a cigarette (er…in 5 years at least. I quit once I had a reason to watch my health. But that's another story lol) . So shut u

Rome Returns... Again Germany had once again been having trouble sleeping. His problems weren't even Aksel's fault, the 8 month old baby had been sleeping much like his mother, and didn't wake up in the middle of the night. Germany was lying in bed, an arm around Italy, and he had his eyes closed. The Germany was desperately trying to sleep. He had almost drifted off to sleep before he heard something. "Okay, I see-a Italy, and I see-a the German, but where is the mother of this child that my little  Italy is-a supposed to have?" asked a voice. The sound caused the German to react quickly, releasing his arm from Italy, and drawing a gun

Russian Roulette Chapter 8 By Robin Gurl (I'm so sorry this took so long to update. The plot bunnies just weren't working – grr. xD But I think I kicked them back into gear so we should be ok! Hahaha!! See what happens when the movie comes out!?!!? UPDATES!) I do not own hetalia *~* It was dinnertime and Ludwig was walking back to their compartment, he held a tray with both his hands to try and keep himself balanced as the train wobbled. It was really taking a lot of effort to stay up right, though he could only imagine how Feliciano was doing right now. He hated to leave him behind but he hadn't wanted to have to call for service,

"They should not be isolated here!" "No! They're too dangerous to our people! They should be locked out!" A very loud and noisy crowd can be heard in the halls of that room… It is filled with so many agreements, disagreements & making arguments to support a nation's leader stand to a very crucial issue… A slicked back grayish yellow hair with glasses old man with a goatee and wears a burgundy Americana presides this very emergency meeting, observes all these and listens to their arguments. Along with him is the Secretary-General of the United Nations. They heard some with points but at times some have pointless arguments. A leade

When Ludwig woke up, his head was killing him. What on earth had his brother hit him with? A wok? …Most likely. Sitting up in bed, he glanced out the window and into the noontime sunlight. Wow, he must've been out for a while. Getting up, he didn't bother changing out of his black wife-beater and his blue and yellow heart-patterned underwear. He walked down the hall and straight to the kitchen. Once he got his coffee, he failed to notice every other nation sitting in the living room as he walked down the hallway that led to the front door. Stepping out, he bent over to pick up the newspaper and noticed a familiar Asian country laying unc

Lost. Ch. 37 If you want to live, let live. If you want to go, let go. I'm not afraid to dream, to sleep, sleep forever. I don't need to touch the sky. I just want to feel that high, And you refuse to lift me. Guess it wasn't real after all. Guess it wasn't real all along. If I fall and all is lost, It's where I belong. If you want to live, let live. If you want to go, let go. I'm never gonna be your sweet, sweet surrender. Guess it wasn't real after all. Guess it wasn't real all along. If I fall and all is lost, No light to lead the way, Remember that all alone is where I belong. In a dream, Will you give your love to me? Beg my brok

   Axis Power's Yaoi Fan-Fic If you don't like it, don't read it If you don't like the couples don't flame me please Comment (even if it's a heart) before faving please :< i'll feel special xD Enjoy <3 this chapter, also, deals with state stereotypes so PLEASE do not get offended if your state is not what you feel it is, its based on stereotypes like Hetelia. Canada nervously made his way to the steps of his neighbor, America's, house. He bit his lip roughly as he lifted his fist to the wooden door and tapped it three times before pulling away almost as quick as he had tapped. 'I really hope he's here today...' he th

Peter Kirkland-Oxenstierna Aka Sealand was currently resting his head against the mound that was his step-mother's belly, feeling his unborn sibling move. After the initial shock of the circumstances and the truth was revealed Peter had a nightmare Berwald and Tino dumped him back on the sea fort he represented and said they didn't want him anymore. Both older nations had reassured the boy that they still wanted him and that the baby would love him just as much as they did. "Mama, when will the baby come out?" the sailor suit wearing child asked looking the shorter of his two foster parents in the face. "Any day now, you have to be patient,

It was a strange sensation, being a creature made of mochi. There was hardly any feeling to anything. No taste, no touch. Only the vaguest comprehension of sight and sound. It knew that it had been more than this once, but it had been changed. Now words like limbs and walking and human were only that: words. It had been such a short time, it thought, but it had been long enough that it had almost forgotten the sensation of being human. Almost. Because it was there, every second, nagging at the back of its miniscule mind, reminding it that it had once been more than this. Wanting to be real again. The one who made it abandoned it. Left it. We