For various writing pieces focusing on a snapped!Matthew Williams (Canada).
Blood Red Lily -2- by Queen-Drex, literature
Literature
Blood Red Lily -2-
Chapter Two of Blood Red Lily
Madeline pushed open the front door as she exited the school. The day had ended rather the same, some students were talking in class, as Madeline had tried to get some work done. Her last class had been art, when she was drawing a picture of a polar bear when the bell rang.
As she was walking through the entrance, Madeline looked forward and saw that there was a medium sized building just on the other side of the street. As she walked more and more forward, she saw that the building had a sign on the front roof. The sign read: Café Fernandez. On the café's roof trimmings were words in written in white
Title : Blood Red Lily
Summary : Madeline Williams is an average sophomore in high school, but she troubled in how to fit in. Madeline has an odd family: she has no mother, her father Francis is a police officer who is hardly at home, and her half-brother Alfred is a complete slacker in school and at home. And everyday she feels like she's being pushed, and by the next day she's already over the limit...
Warnings : T and up for genderbent, anti-socialism, school problems, psychological problems, teenage romance, violence, weapon usage, and blood.
Main Pairing : Prussia/Fem!Canada
Other Pairings : GerFem!Ita, AusHun, mentions of FrAus, RoC
Chapter 8:
The first thing that Canada thought of when he woke up was that all, if not most, of the nations were here or, at least, in their way. Things looked like they were going greatly, but they weren't. It didn't give Canada enough time to do what he wanted to do. He needed to think of a plan, and he needed to think of it fast.
Things seemed to be getting along better. Raivis seemed to be in a better mood. Danica had gone back to reading the symbols on the small hole next to the gazebo. Peter and Gilbert messed around with each other, and Raivis would watch quietly. Katyusha stayed inside the gazebo, thinking.
Danica stood up after a f
Nobody remembers me
To them
I'm invisible
Well not anymore.
I'm sick of all the "Who"s
I'm sick of no recognition
I just want to be seen
I just want to be heard
Sitting in the back
Of the room
Watching the arguments unfold
I wait to be included
It doesn't matter how anymore
I've got plenty of hockey equipment
And plenty to be proud of
But I'm not noticed one bit
Even the ones I've been with since I was little
Don't know I'm there
Well not anymore.
I've got a plan.
I'll be talked about!
I'll be noticed!
And all I've got to do is this...
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Pools of vital fluids are what's left
I've gone too far
I stand ashen faced
But I can't help
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France felt consciousness wrap him like a blanket does. It felt nice to know he wasn't dead, but at the same time, it terrified him. Who knows what would happen next? To be honest, he didn't want to wake up. It felt really nice to not feel any kind of pain.
Of course, no good thing lasts forever. He coughed and groaned as consciousness took complete control. He was stiff and his back hurt. His throat was also dry. Slowly, he opened his eyes to a surprise…
His vision was blurry. He fluttered his eyes, hoping all of this was a dream. It wasn't. France started
Hetalia Fanfiction Requests by The-Missing-Alice, journal
Hetalia Fanfiction Requests
Yeah, I figured everyone deserves to fangirl over their favorite pairing. So, I'll be taking requests.
I will do practically everything from sweet to sexy to gory.
I'm also good with yaoi, yuri, or hetero. Just, no impreg. That's weird.
NO Character x Reader Requests.
NO RoChu, Franada, UKCan, or GerPru.
Otherwise, happy requesting.
~luvluvplz (https://www.deviantart.com/luvluvplz) - The Missing Alice
Hopelessness.
Never before had America thought he'd feel so much of this. He shouldn't have, he thought. He should be strong, powerful. Land of the free, home of the brave, that's who he was. Then why wasn't he feeling like that? Heroes aren't supposed to be so negative.
His arms were numb from having them tied over his head for so long; he thought he might have lost all blood circulation in them. He felt weak frmo all the blood loss and beatings. Having to squint because his glasses were flung across the room, he wearily looked up at a broken England, going in and out of conciousness, muttering nonse
8 Months Later...
Canada stared thoughtfully at his reflection. He tilted his head, looking for any flaws he needed to take care of. Whem he thought he was as good as he was going to get, he smiled with satisfactiona and adjusted his tie. He pushed his glasses in place and smoothed out his torso. A playful knock on the door made him look up from his reflection. A tall, mature looking blond with an unshaven face and flirtacious grin leaned on the threashold. "You look handsome as ever," he remarked.
Canada