Emperor-Downing

“I WILL KILL YOU!” You hear someone shout from the living room. Norway runs into the kitchen to where you were preparing sugar cookies to hand out. He hides behind you just before Iceland comes into the kitchen with a highly flustered face gritting his teeth. Now you were confused. Why was Norway hiding from Iceland? “Err…what’s…going on?” You question both countries. Iceland looks at you then turns away, his face turning even redder. “He called me big brother~” Norway still crouched behind you cooed mockingly “He called you big brother? How’d you do that?” Iceland whip

The snow crunched under the soles of your boots as you walked. The air was cold, and the wind blowing wasn't helping matters either, but you didn't care. Even if your long, thick dark blue cloak hadn't been covering your form, your boiling blood was enough to keep you warm. Snowflakes blown by the wind stuck to the skin of your face that wasn't covered by the mask of bandages that covered your mouth. A sudden gust of wind pulled your cloak open, revealing your long lighter blue long-sleeved tunic and dark brown pants, and you pulled your cloak back around you. Why am I bothering? You wondered to yourself. Why am I wasting my time to do this?

"I'm going to tell them." It's probably the thousandth time you've said that in the time span of about a year, but this time you really mean it. You're positive. Elizabeta sits up, placing her chin in the palm of her hand and propping her elbow up on her mattress as she looks at you. "For real this time?" She asks, because she knows your habit of chickening out at the last second. You nod. "Yes." You turn your gaze from the ceiling of Elizabeta's room to the Hungarian girl lying next to you. "I think when we've reached this stage, I kind of have to tell them." She nods slowly, though she looks worried. She has a reason to, of course. "Jus

"Bro! Bro, dude I got an amazing idea yesterday!" America came bounding over to you the moment he saw you. "Oh no. I hope it's not like your last 'amazing idea'. I don't think poor Italy had recovered yet." You muttered, glancing at said Italian. "Nah, this is gonna be epic I promise. You're gonna love it." He grinned at you, and you rolled your eyes. "I'm listening..." ----- "America, that's diabolical!" You covered your mouth with your hands, but you were grinning all the same. If everything went smoothly, this would be truly epic. "It's lethal. Bro, he could kill us!" "He's not like Russia. ... Not that much, anyway. He won't kill us

     Ever since your youth, you had been a little different than other people. You stayed much smaller than the other children and couldn't seem to age at all. You didn't know why for the longest time, but you were a country. The country of Greenland to be precise. Your people lived in the snowy landscapes on the huge land. Winters were deadly and bitter, summers were barely present, and sometimes the sun didn't set at night. however, you and your people were hardy and willing to stake it out each year. You were proud of your people and unwilling to give up on them, or anything else.     However, you were not always just with your people. It

Warning: Mild swearing & major cheesiness... "Hello there." You stared at your computer screen for awhile. Majority of the messages that you received were usually insults or threats from the bullies that went to your school or lived in your neighborhood. You moved to click 'delete message,' but found yourself hesitating over the button. Your curiosity got the better of you and you clicked to read the message instead. After all, you had nothing to lose. The scars on your body proved that. Upon opening the message, you prepared yourself for the worst, waiting for the insults to be hurled at you. "If you're reading this, then that means

Warning: This shows you living your ENTIRE life with America. This involves what happens thousands of years from now. If you want to listen to the music I have linked in the story, open it in a new tab. I recommend listening, for the best results. Thank you! *Age: 3* “(Y/n), pass me the salt please?” “Yes sir!” You handed your Uncle Arthur said salt, smiling brightly. “Thank you, poppet.” “Why can’t we have the TV or some music on?” Alfred whined, next to you. “It’s the polite thing to do on Thanksgiving, bloody git…” “Name-calling isn’t very nice

(ahhh it has been a while since I wrote a good ole crackfic. yeah there is swearing.) "HEY ASSES OUT OF MY WAY." You yell as you make your way down the hallway of countries cowering in fear. "Shit Russia is it her time of the month again." America says. "Last time she was on her bloody period she kicked France in the balls and the whole Eiffel tower turned to dust." England says. "HEY FUCKERS WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT." "nOTHING." They all scream. "THAT DON'T SOUND LIKE NOTHING." "The truth is China is secretly a girl." France says trying to change the topic as fast as possible. "Really then I guess it wouldn't hurt if I did this." You k

      "Germany! Germany! Are you alright!"     Ludwig slowly blinked open his eyes, meeting a sun glare. His eyebrows scrunched up, before shielding his eyes. That was when he saw Kiku hovering over him, along with Feliciano. They both had worried faces, all directed towards Germany.     Ludwig pushed himself up, putting a hand on his forehead. "Where are we?"     "The side of the road," America answered, unusually serious. "Japan managed to swerve out of the way, but the side of your car was damaged... Sorry dude."     "Was anyone hurt?"     "Not really. Just glass cuts. You, England, and a few others kind of got a knocking from t