NinjaMochi

(Name) walked into the ballroom nervously. Honestly, she never danced before. She smiled, though, when a beast walked into the ballroom as well. “Lovino,” she said as the beast took her hand in his. Of course, (Name) wasn’t sure what the beast’s name actually was. Until the beast spoke to her, and told her his name. Lovino and (Name) started dancing. There was no music, but the two of them tried to keep up with the imaginary beat. Katyusha and Veneziano smiled. Veneziano yawned, and Katyusha nudged him. “Veneziano, it’s your bedtime. Go to sleep,” she said as she pushed him outside of the ballroom. &

"Hey! (name)!" You turned around to see who was calling you. You weren't surprised to see your (partner in crime) friend, Mathias running towards you. "What's up, Mat?" "Lukas' gonna come over to my place in a few hours. Wanna come over?" Mathias said as he gave off a smirk. "Why do I have a feeling that you're up for something, Mathias?" You said as you narrowed your eyes, glaring at him. "C'mon... You know you want to~" He said teasingly. "......" -Le Time Skip by Mr. Puffin- "...Only a few more minutes." Mathias said as he looked over the clock. "I'll just go over the kitchen." You said as you left the room. *knock knock* "HEY!

~Chapter 45~ Final “My tears!” you shouted at the top of your lungs when Mathias handed over his cape to your dragon and you gave his brother one of your layers. “All those hours I spent mourning for you! All of those tears wept and swollen eyes and fits of hiccups! Give them back! I almost went mad, damn you! Give them all back, I said!” Emil blushed and shied away behind his cape. Lukas, on the other hand, stepped in front of his little brother to defend the both of them from your onslaught of meanderings and punches. “_____________, you have to understand that if my brother’s body didn’t expire

"There are times when being too blunt can lead to a big misunderstanding." – Me You knew America was pushy when it came to getting whatever he wanted. The thing that disturbed you, however, was how he went around to get whatever it was. It was right after a monthly summit and America hurried out of the summit room to ask France, England, and Germany for advice. "I dunno how to go around it, so I thought it'd be best to ask for advice." England's scoff was loud enough to echo through the hallways. "And here I thought you were some great hero. The mannerable thing to do would be to send her an invitation." "No, no, no! Invitations are

 "No." "Come on. Say it." "I said no." "Pleeeeeeease, _____." He begged. "Okay." You gave a little shrug. "Really?!" His face brightened up with hope. "No." Alfred dropped his shoulders and made some sort of whale noise to express his frustration with you. He had been following you around more recently and more persistently and it was starting to annoy you. It's not that you didn't want to say it. You really did. It's just that... you hated the feeling in admitting it. Saying those words made you want to run as far as your legs could carry you. Saying those words made your stomach twist in strange ways. Saying those word would m

It was my first day at a new school. My big brother, Arthur, was leading me down the 5th grader hall to my class room. I was looking around excitedly. When we got to my class room, I looked around at everyone, noticing they were staring at me. I guess they knew I was the new kid here. I noticed a little girl sitting in the back by herself. She had (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. She looked lonely, so I walked over and sat beside her. She didn't even glance at me. "Hi, my name is Alfred. What's your name?" I asked, but she didn't reply. Soon, class started, so I couldn't ask her again. I sat beside her at lunch and followed her around at rec

 “Please, _____. I'm going to die!” You sighed. Alfred F. Jones, your childish American friend, was begging you for mercy for two hours straight (or so you have counted). You could have given in to his pitiful request, but that would defy the deal you two made. “Alfred, you are not going to die. You can go one measly day without them.” He was begging you for permission – permission to eat burgers. As much as you loved the guy, which you literally do, you had to be strong. You couldn't give in to his long, desperate begging or his teary puppy-dog eyes; no matter how much you wanted to. It was the only way if