PastaAmore

“Welcome home, Kiku Honda.”  Alastair unfolded his arms and let them fall to bend at his hips.  “Well I s’pose this aint your true home, not really.  Yeh spent most of yeer life in the OSST, didn’t ya?  This house was merely yeer birthplace is all.” Kiku was completely confused.  “How…?”  He asked in a whispering voice, failing to reply to Alastair’s question and instead asking one of his own.  “How did you….how are we outside?  How do you even know where I live??”  Kiku was growing angry now.  Nothing was making sense to him and above it all Alastair had brought

For those of you who don't read my journals, this is a short oneshot I did when I was tagged and had to write a one to two sentence story of what would happen if these Hetalia characters and myself went to a haunted house.  However, since I have writer's blood in me, it turned into an entire fanfic xD  Enjoy~ -------- England trudges down the gravel road towards a dark and gloomy house, followed by Romano, who is only doing this to prove he isn't scared, and a cheerful Italy, who is oblivious to the fact that they are headed to a haunted house.  England has a tight grip on my arm, as he forcefully drags me with him, all the while I am frant

I can't do this. I can't pretend that I forgive you when I really don't. I can't fake that I don't care what you didn't do for me back then. Every time you said you loved me…All this time I thought it was a lie. Lies. LIESLIESLIES. But now you try to fix it by being there for me and IT WONT WORK. You try to pretend that you are strong now but that isn't true. I'M THE STRONG ONE HERE IM THE ONE WHO HAS STOOD UP AGAINST HIM. AND THAT'S WHAT IS WRONG HERE. I'M NOT STRONG. I'M NOT STRONG IN THE SLIGHTEST I WANT TO GIVE UP AT EVERY WEAK SPOT THAT'S HIT. SO WHY AM I THE STRONGEST ONE HERE?  WHY MUST I BE THE STRONG ONE? I'M THE