Stoneunicorn1

         My head went blank and everything in my vision swam. It was if I was slowly losing feeling starting from my fingers and my breathing was rapidly increasing. No. No, I can’t stand to go through this again. I gently set the plastic on the white porcelain of the sink and rested my head in my hands. I swallowed and tried to breathe evenly. I just had to wait until Arthur got home and then I would talk it over with him.         I stood up, trying not to think about all the sad, negative thoughts running through my head. I swept the plastic into the trash can and walked out of the bathroom. I ignored the stinging in my eyes and walk

 You looked out the window of your car in utter despair. How could this happen to you…? How… how could you get pulled over?! And by Arthur none the less. That bloody boyfriend, you thought angry as you slammed a fist against your steering wheel. A sudden tap at your glass window had you looked sideways, in even more distress. Rolling down said window, water slid into your car for it was raining outside. "I've got to give you a ticket; you know that right (_Y/n_)?" You groaned and nodded, "I know…" you whispered, "but I don't understand why! I wasn't doing anything wrong!" You pleaded slightly. He looked at you, "You were spe

This is the second part of the series "Trip To France." The link to the first chapter is in the description~! Enjoy! animelovea (https://www.deviantart.com/animelovea)________________________________________________________________________ "Thanks for the help, boys, but I got it from here," You said, exiting the car and grabbing your bag from the back. Right before you were about to close the back, you said one last thing to them. "Bye guys. It was nice meeting you two." You closed the door and went inside to your collect your room key and get some well-deserved rest. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brrrring... Brrrring... Brrrring... You groaned

"So.... How're you holdin' up, dude?" "Surprisingly good! Glad to see that you're not sick anymore, Al!" "What--- Y-Yeah!! I'm all better now, [Nickname]!" You smiled at the small high-definition camera of your laptop, while you were lying on you stomach on your bed. You had been in London for a week now, and it was the first time you talked with Alfred. When you asked Matthew, he told you Al was really sick, so he couldn't come and talk. "You're still practicing with your guitar, Luna?" asked Matthew. "You bet, man!" you happily replied, omitting a somewhat important detail; that you had a friend helping you. "Well, it's ten at night f

England murmured and cursed under his breath as he sat down in his back yard. That France hadn't let go of him the whole conference and had been more annoying than ever before. And then, he had said something very hurtful, though it was the truth. Concerning the ladies he couldn't compare to that frog. He once again cursed, this time louder and harsher. He sighed and took a sip of his tea. He suddenly heard a light giggle behind him, from a higher branch of that big oak. “Such harsh words from a gentleman. What happened to make you so angry?” He saw a young woman, opened (h/c) hair falling down her back, (e/c) glittering slightly

_____ walked back to England's house, smiling a bit. While preparing a dough for some mini-cakes for all the countries, enhanced with a bit of her magic, she thought about her own world and how she had fled from there to this world quite some times. When she had heard his call, the strength of it surprised her. Only very few still had magic abilities in this world, and even fewer were strong enough to call out to another world. What made her come at him was a bit of her curiosity, but also his wish, which was so similar to hers. She had wanted to find out who was calling, what kind of person he would be. When encountering him then, _______ co

“A new student you say?” “Kesesesese~ Yup!” “And a senorita, as well. Is she muy hermosa?” “And fun to play with too. That is, before Elizabeta spoiled my fun.” “Fusososososo~ Mi amigo, you and her have been going at it ever since middle school. How much longer will you two deny your feelings for each other?” “Shut up, Toni!” “Fusosososososo~” “What about Emma, huh?” “I find us more as friends, so.” “Pft! What do you think, Francis?” “Si.You’ve been quiet lately. Por que?” Gilbert and  Antonio bo

You had managed to make your way to your history class, which started with that same one-sided introduction. You actually loved that subject, but this time, you had some trouble catching up. Mostly because you haven't really heard any of England's history in as much detail as you were presented that day, but you still thanked your past curiosity for reading a bunch of UK history-related stuff, so you could still follow most of the time. Finally, a very loud glass chime echoed through the school, which meant that this class was now over. You remembered that Lizzie told you that she'll wait for you. You just hoped she meant it, not letting you

"So far, so good" you thought. You were at your second day in your new school, and things couldn't have been better. No, that's a lie..... You were in math class, and two annoying guys were in it.  That's nothing you care about, but they kept staring at you and making  suggestive  facial expressions.. You, on the other hand, tried to focus for class. You just wished they'd stop, but there was no chance of that happening anytime soon. "Francis, what did I just say?" asked an annoyed teacher. "That the new girl est très chaude" [Is really hot. Literally XD]said said guy, a mocking smile directed to the teacher on his face. You just

You were outside of school, standing on the curb, waiting for your dad to pick you up. School had been out for a good ten minutes, and you started to wonder why your dad wasn't here yet. You sighed as you checked your messages again. Zilch. You looked around, enjoying the sights and sounds of the British outdoors. You adjusted your messenger bag as you put your iPod in it and tossed your hair from your face. You resumed counting as cars ran past you. Thirteen, fourteen. Still no sign of him. Fifteen. Nope. Sixteen, seventeen, eightee- "Hey [Name], you'll get sick if you don't have an umbrella!" [A.N. Oops, did I forget to mention it was pou