moonlighttalon

"_-_______?" You felt tears, warm tears fall upon your face... But they weren't your tears, they didn't belong to you. You felt a cold numbness spread through your body, you knew what it was, but you still welcomed it, it took away the pain. You couldn't see. Your eyes wouldn't open, but by the small, pleading whimpers you knew who it was who held you, you knew who it was who found you. "Italy" you said shakily He let out a pained sob and cried, openly, not keeping the slightest bit of his sorrow in. "I made a mistake!" he wailed, "I made a mistake again!" Curiosity tweaked at your mind...What was he talking about? But that thought d

Hetalia: Prussia x Reader fic Lost Souls WARNING: IT'S REALLY LONG AND YOU MIGHT CRY. _______________________ You hurried to the bus stop as you began to hear the squealing brakes of that metal deathtrap. You had gotten up late today and had just barely made it. It would have been bad if you had gone in late. Especially on your first day. The attending doctors at St. Frederick's Hospital were very strict when it came to interns. You panted heavily as you boarded the bus. It was full, as it usually was in the morning... except all the way in the back. You squeezed your way past the people who were already seated. There sat a pale guy with w

You had been having strange dreams lately. Really, Really strange dreams. You dreamt of a Mansion…A huge mansion, deep in the mountains. You couldn't usually feel anything in your dreams…But in these ones you could. You felt nothing but cold. It was so cold… There was always something weighing you down…You couldn't move… These dreams were weird… You saw yourself…In what you guessed was the mansion… You were sprawled awkwardly on the ground, dry blood staining your hair, your eyes closed… It would change every time in this dream... You didn't know what, but something was after you. Someti

"_______! Schwester!" One minute you were there, and the next... Gone. There was a fight between the Axis powers and the Allies. It was supposed to be a small ordeal. However, when you had shoved your big brother Germany out of the way of one of England's spells, things had become far more serious. "Vhat did you do vith mein schwester, black sheep?" Germany snarled, grabbing England by the collar of his military uniform. "Vhere is she?!" "I don't know!" England panicked, "I must have misplaced a letter or mispronounced a word-" Germany growled and shoved him on the ground. "I-I'm sorry! It shouldn't have happened; it was an accident!"

[A/N: Follows little to no history so please be mindful of that. Thank you] "Francis, Antonio, Gilbert, lunch!~" You called your little countries, setting out the food. It was surprising how fast little kids move when their favorite meal is set down; Spain was munching on a tomato and some churros, France chomping on...snails..., and Gilbert chewing on a wurst. You gave a tired smile at them being adorable as always, giving a quick glare at the pile of work waiting for you. Having one young country was hard enough, but you were taking on 3! Letting a small sigh of relief of paperwork, you ate some (favorite food) quickly. "Maman?" your Fren

  Getting woken up at late hours during this time of year was rather habitual with a 5 year old in the house. With hot, muggy weather came thunderstorms which would affright the poor child.  Not only that, but being the only girl in the house, the young boy usually looked up to you as more of a mother-figure than a sister. Your mother passed away when you were 7, the day that Ludwig, your youngest brother was born.  Since then, you and your older brother, Gilbert, having been helping your father care for the boy. Gilbert, who was 12 at the time, took more responsibility with household chores while you helped your father more in taking car

A lone vehicle stopped in the abandoned streets of the night. The driver stepped out and threw a seamlessly empty box onto the concrete sidewalk. After he threw it away, he left without hesitation on what he was leaving behind. ------ An adult Burmese cat,with (F/c) fur and (e/c) eyes stood on the edge of a windowsill, keeping its eye on a certain yellow bird that entered its territory. Your tail swayed in anticipation as you slowly inched your way toward the bird. 'Gilbird is not going to escape me this time.'you thought. You had made many attempts to capture it, but failed a couple of times. The cause of this was the kitten named Itabby.