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“_____” means add your name here “(e/c)” means insert eye color “(h/c)” means insert hair color       Gilbert walked towards his boss’s office, his red eyes bloodshot. He, Ludwig, and ______ were called to sign a treaty, forced upon them by the Allies. He knew that he was going to be dissolved, and he was scared. He didn’t want to die, but deep inside, he knew that by dying his little brother and sister would be safe. He would do anything for them, and if it meant that the awesome Gilbert died, so be it. He took in a deep breath as he reached the door to his boss's office. Knocking firmly, he

Perhaps I’m too much. I’m constantly speaking to him, asking him about his day, even if I know it’s the same routine every single time. I’m asking what he’d like to eat for dinner, where he’d like to go for the weekend, how he has been feeling. I’m asking everything. His answers are always as precise as his posture. But much, much shorter. His name is Ludwig. He is special to me. I don’t think he knows that yet. We met a while ago, in high school. We were in a few of the same classes. He was noted for his perfect marks, attendance and behavior in general-- I was noted for the complete opposi

 America grunted as he tried pulling England's lawnmower out of the garage. It was just too heavy. Sure, he was a well built, strong (not to mention dashing~), young man. But when England woke him up at seven on HIS Saturday morning, shit was gonna go down. Sadly, nothing did and America ended up having to mow England's lawn. "Ugh, I hate having brothers…" America grumbled. "HEY ARTIE!!" America's head perked up, it was (Name). He sighed as he leaned on the handle of the lawnmower, watching as (Name) walked up to England's door and knocked. They see me mowin' My front lawn I know they're all thinking I'm so White N' nerdy Think I'

Art made by ~Sk8rchic2000 (https://www.deviantart.com/sk8rchic2000) In the harsh cold, that was December's winter weather. A girl in a red coat with big black buttons stood by a tree, amid the snow coverd plains; But what was she doing there? The girl stood there waiting, watching, and listening. A boy passes by, he is one of her friends. She waves at him. He does not even acknowledge her presence, and moves on. The girl weeps, and continues waiting. Sometime later a girl passes by, she is another good friend. She leans by the tree with her friend in the red coat. The girl in the red coat asks. "How are you?" Her friend ignors her and after sometime, she walks away. The girl we

A stinging slap resounded in the quiet room as his palm cracked against your face. It took a moment for the pain to register, as though your very flesh was surprised by the blow. You raised your eyes to your assailant, pressing your lips together, determined not to make a sound. "I will not tolerate your insubordination," your stepfather hissed at you, his eyes little slits of fury. "You have been here long enough. It is time for you to be wed." You didn't waste your breath pointing out that the husband your stepfather had chosen for you also happened to be old enough to be your grandfather. What was the point? As you reached to massage yo