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The Storm of a Lifetime

First draft of an essay for literature. Just thought I'd post it on here.


The Storm of a Lifetime
By Brianna Robertson

It started out like any other trip. My aunt, uncle, mom and I were having fun, driving back to Oklahoma from a camping trip in South Dakota, and I never imagined that by the time we reached the Oklahoma border, I would have had such a life-changing experience that it affected the way I would think from then on. Life is fleeting, and can end unexpectedly, at any time. It made me realize just how much people—especially we young people—take it for granted. It made me realize that anything can happen at any point in time, and that I should take more time to enjoy what I have, rather than assume tomorrow will always be there for me.

At that time, I was only nine years old, and we were driving through Kansas from our trip to South Dakota. Storms were a regular occurrence there and, because my mom, uncle, and I were raised in Tornado Alley, we thought nothing of it when we noticed the dark clouds looming ominously up ahead. My aunt, however, being a native of Virginia, was much less experienced with the storms that we often take for granted, and was visibly unnerved.

“Pretty!” I said with a grin as lightning darted across the sky, lighting it up almost like daytime before everything went dark once more.

“Are we driving into that?” My aunt wondered anxiously.

“Yep!” My uncle Jon said, amused at his fiancée’s apprehension.

“We’ll be fine,” My mom said reassuringly, “Storms like this are a dime a dozen around here. Besides, we’re just a few hours from home. The border is half an hour away.”

This calmed my aunt down, and we continued peacefully on for a while, until about a quarter of an hour later when the storm decided to burst upon us in a flurry of wind and rain. It was loud, and while I was slightly nervous, I didn’t think much of it. To me, it was only a thunderstorm, and it would pass, and we would be fine. It was only when my mom and Uncle Jon started talking about a tornado that I realized how bad the situation was.

“Why are we slowing down so much?” Uncle Jon asked my mother, who was driving. “We’ll get hit from behind. No one will see us in this,” he said, and it was true. It was so dark outside, we couldn’t see a thing, and we doubted that any other cars would be able to see us. If we were slowing down, then doubtlessly, other cars would not see us and run us into the overflowing ditch at the side of the road.

“I don’t know,” Mom said, and the slight hint of panic in her voice only worsened the situation for me, “The accelerator is all the way down, but we’re still slowing. Could it be the engine?”

We had slowed down so much that we were barely crawling down the road. I turned around in my seat, the seatbelt digging uncomfortably into my shoulder as I tried to spot any cars that would come barreling into us. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to see anyone anyway because it was so dark, but I wanted to do something to keep my mind occupied. I kept thinking to myself, it’s just a bad thunderstorm. The car’s probably running out of gas or something. We’ll be okay.

But that thought was cast away when the SUV stopped moving altogether.

“What’s happening?” Aunt Beth asked, her voice trembling with fear.

“I don’t know!” replied my mother as she fiddled with the gearshift and other buttons and things that, at the time, I did not know the names of. But no matter what she tried, the car refused to budge, worrying me all the more. What was going on?

Then, the SUV began to slowly spin in place, and we couldn’t control it at all. My mom told me to put a pillow over my head, and I clutched at it desperately as someone asked, “Where’s the tornado?”

I had read many books on tornadoes, and knew how dangerous they were. I was scared and crying loudly, huddled in the back seat with Aunt Beth and clinging to the pillow over my head as if for dear life. No one seemed to notice, however, as my uncle said, “It must just be forming right over us, otherwise we would have been thrown or flipped.” He tried to open the window to look out, but to no avail.

“We should get out!” Aunt Beth cried. “Run for a ditch!”

“No,” my uncle said, “We’re already in the tornado, and the ditches are overflowing with water. We’d drown or get thrown around. Jaimie, keep stepping on the gas,” he said to my mother, the SUV still spinning slowly on the spot, “If this thing weakens or moves a little, we can break free.”

My mom nodded, but said nothing. Her silence was what really got me. She’s a very practical person, but has a knack for comforting people and calming them down when someone’s upset. The fact that she wasn’t saying anything only meant that she didn’t think that we were going to make it out of there alive.

Terrified and sobbing, I could only really think of one thing: that I was going to die. It was a fact: you can’t divide by zero, the earth is 4.5 billion years old, cheetahs are the fastest land animal, and I am going to die.

Other brief thoughts flashed through my mind, thoughts of all the people I wanted to talk to, to meet, to apologize to, and even the people I would never get the chance to meet. I thought of everything I had done, and everything I would never be able to accomplish. My life did not flash before my eyes as much as it reminded me of all the missed opportunities and the opportunities yet to come. I had never realized that I wouldn’t always get the chance to apologize later, or that tomorrow may never come. I had never truly realized that there would come a day when it was too late to tell someone how much they meant to me, or that I might not get a chance to read that book sitting on my nightstand tomorrow, or watch that movie with my friends, or even play house with my friend like I promised them I would. There were so many things I wished I’d done, and so many things I wished I hadn’t.

And it was at about that moment that, miraculously, the SUV started moving again, and everyone gasped in both shock and relief.

“I sure hope we’re pointed in the right direction because I can’t see anything,” my mom said, and I know that Uncle Jon replied, but I was too upset to remember anything else that they said.

Soon afterward, we stopped at a welcome center just over the Oklahoma border to wait out the rest of the storm, and we saw dozens of other travelers had stopped there as well. We realized how lucky we were that no one had come across us while we were unable to move as the SUV sat in the middle of the road. Immediately, I scurried over to the bathroom, where I stood in the water that had flooded it, trying to calm myself down. It was then that what really happened came crashing down on me, and the emotional aftershocks of what had happened shook me. What if the tornado had been bigger, or what if it hadn’t let us go? We would have died.

That’s what made me realize just how quickly everything can be taken away from you. One minute, you can be doing just fine, laughing and having a good time, and the next, your life can come crashing down around you. Now I try to enjoy life as much as I can. I take everything out of even the smallest things, and commit them to memory. I make sure to let everyone know how much they mean to me, because if I don’t, they may never know.

Live and Let Die 1/?

Title: Live and Let Die
Fandom: Supernatural
Chapter: 1/?
Genre: Drama/Suspense/Family
Warning: Character deaths, AU, follows canon most of the way though.
Characters: Sam Winchester (Main), Dean Winchester (Main), Castiel (Main), Chloe Winchester (Main), Bobby Singer (minor)
Pairings: None
Author's Note: I'm going to try not to write from my OC's/Chloe's point of view, because I'm writing this like an episode. (Because everyone knows this is where the commercial break would be LOL) but there will be times when I write from her point of view.
Took me WEEKS to write this. WEEKS, I tell you. But finally, I wrote it. Now I just...have to write...chapter two...



Sam didn't bother to look up from his laptop, still skimming over the page. "There might be a haunting somewhere in Layton."

"Might be?" Dean prodded.

"It looks pretty small. Probably just a raccoon or something."

Dean looked disappointed. "Is that it?"

"Pretty much." Sam said with a sigh, looking up at his brother.

"Damnit." Dean muttered and sat down on the bed, looking almost dejected. "Ever since we stopped the Apocalypse, nothing interesting has happened."

"That's kind of a good thing though, isn't it?" Sam offered, closing the laptop and leaning back in the motel chair. "I mean, at least the world isn't in danger anymore."

"True." Dean allowed, "But still. I'm so fucking bored man, it's not even funny."

"Well, I don't know what to tell you, Dean." Sam said with a small sigh. "There is nothing to do. Nothing. Maybe we should just–..." He cut himself off and looked away.

"Just...what?" Dean pried.

"Maybe we should just...you know, stop." Sam said slowly, choosing his words carefully.

"Stop? Stop what, stop hunting?" Dean frowned.



Sam gave a small huff of halfhearted laughter. "'Why'? Why not? We stopped the Apocalypse, we saved the entire planet. There's nothing left for us to do, Dean. I think we're entitled to some relaxation time."

"What are you gonna do, ditch this and live the White-Picket-Fence Life?" Dean asked skeptically, a small hint of panic hidden in his tone.

"No, Dean." Sam assured. "I already told you, I don't want that life anymore."

"Then what? Why do you want to stop hunting?" Dean questioned insistently.

"Because I'm tired, Dean." Sam said with another sigh. "And I'm sure you are too. There's nothing happening, so why not take some time off? Enjoy life for a while?"

"There's always something, man." Dean pointed out. "You said yourself, the work is never done."

"Dean, there is nothing." Sam said exasperatedly. "I checked a dozen times. If we come across something, then we'll take care of it, but until then, let's just live a little."

"We'll just have to check again" Dean said in a matter-of-fact tone and grabbed Sam's laptop, opening it back up.

"Dean, come on! Don't you want to enjoy yourself a little bit?"

Dean ignored him, skimming over page after page in the hope that something, anything would be up somewhere.

He knew that Sam didn't want a normal life anymore, but that didn't keep him from worrying that his little brother would leave. Ever since Sam had chosen Ruby over him, that strong sense of trust had diminished. No matter how many times he told Sam that they were past it, past everything, he couldn't help but remember that Sam's happiest memories were when he was away from his family.

And so he searched for something to do, something to keep Sam occupied to ensure that he really wouldn't leave.

"I don't see why you want to leave." Dean muttered, typing into the search bar as he spoke, "I mean, this life isn't that bad."

"Dean, it's not that I want to leave. It's that I want to relax." Sam said with another sigh, leaning back in his chair, defeated.

"Why?" Dean asked, not looking away from the screen as he scrolled down. "What if we're caught off guard?"

"By what?" Sam asked seriously. "The demons are gone, Dean, and nothing supernatural has come up for weeks. I really think that this is our one chance to have some fun for once."

"It's never over, Sammy." Dean said distractedly. "There's always something–"

He paused and paid closer attention to the article he had clicked on, leaning closer to the screen with a frown.

It was nothing, really. An attack in Riverside, two dead, one terrified survivor. It probably wasn't even a supernatural attack, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to check it out. "Hey, look at this."

Sam read the article over Dean's shoulder and raised an eyebrow. "That's probably out of our league, Dean."

"We should check it out anyway." Dean insisted, closing the laptop and moving toward his duffel bag.

"Dean, come on, how desperate are you?"

"Hey, it'll give us something to do." Dean reasoned, throwing any clothes he had left lying around into the bag. "And I think maybe it is something."

"Yeah, it's something. But that doesn't mean it's supernatural."

"Let's just take a look, okay?"

Before Sam could protest any further, there was a knock on the door. Dean abandoned his bag and walked to the door. He looked through the peep-hole and frowned, turning the knob and opening the door. "Yeah?"

A young woman stood in the doorway, looking up at Dean with awed sea-green eyes. She couldn't have been more than twenty-three. Her figure suggested that she got plenty of exercise, thin and fit. The top of her head was level with his chin, making her around five-foot-eight, with dark brown hair that stopped at her shoulders. She wore casual clothing – jeans and a light sweat-shirt, complete with a pair of black converse.

She stared at him for a long moment, unable to make her voice work properly. He shifted uncomfortably, raising an eyebrow. "Uh, lady?"

"Are you...Dean Winchester?"

Live and Let Die 0/?

Title: Live and Let Die
Fandom: Supernatural
Chapter: Prologue, 0/?
Genre: Drama/Suspense/Family
Warning: Character deaths, AU, follows canon most of the way though.
Characters: Sam Winchester (Main), Dean Winchester (Main), Castiel (Main), Chloe Winchester (Main), Bobby Singer (minor)
Pairings: None


Everything was on fire. Burning hot, smoldering wood, windows exploding, the roof falling in. The bright orange blaze engulfed everything it could, snapping and growling like a rabid animal at whoever dared come near it.

She cursed herself for being scared, tightening her hold on her self-proclaimed uncle's arm. She had faced worse than this. Compared to all she had seen, this was a mere house fire. They would get out. They would be fine. Her father wasn't stupid, he had to have gotten out by now. He would be fine and they would fix this. It was just a little screw-up. They would catch up with the Wendigo and be back on the road in no time.

She clung to her uncle like she had when she was younger as he led her through the halls and out of the building. As they crossed the threshold and made it outside, she looked around and frowned. She ran her eyes across the entire parking lot twice before she couldn't hold it in any longer. She took a deep breath of fresh air and asked, "Where's Dad?"

He didn't say anything, leading her further away from the building. When she stopped moving in the hope that it would make him listen, he merely picked her up.

"Damnit, Cas!" She protested, struggling, "What the hell are you doing? We have to wait for Dad!"

He carried her away, as far away from danger as he could, only one word going through his mind. Protect. He had to protect her, to keep her safe for Sam and Dean. And for Jimmy. Because he understood now, and the guilt was eating away at him. He had forced Jimmy away from his family, from his daughter. And keeping Chloe safe was the only way he knew to recompensate.

Finally, at the edge of the parking lot, he set her down.

"Cas?" She pushed a lock of dark brown hair behind her ear and frowned stubbornly, a hint of concern in her sea-green eyes. "What was that for?"

"You have to go. Now."

"To where? The car is over there, let's just wait for Dad, and-"

"Your father is dead."

For a moment, she couldn't process anything. Her mind shut down. She couldn't think, she couldn't speak, she couldn't move. Her father, dead? No. He wouldn't leave her. He was stronger than that. A fire wouldn't kill him, that was insane. Beyond insane, it was utterly absurd. "...What?" She asked breathlessly, staring at him in disbelief. "No, he isn't! He isn't! We have to wait–"

"Now, Chloe." Castiel's voice was stern, no-nonsense, and insistent. But she heard the hint of slight hysteria behind the urgency, even in her state of shock and denial. "You know what you have to do."

"What the hell are you talking about? Cas–"

"Please, Chloe." Pleading. Castiel was pleading? "Please."

"Uncle Cas, I don't know what you're talking about. Let's just wait for Dad and it'll be fine–"

Castiel placed two desperate fingers on her forehead, and she disappeared, gone to the only safe place left.

APH Meme~

The Axis

North Italy (Feliciano Vargas)

You were bullied a lot in your childhood (x)
You adore pasta, pizza, cheese, and fruit (x)
You're very happy-go-lucky ( )
You constantly have a dozy look on your face as if you're always away with the fairies ( )
You have a long curly strand of hair that always tends to stick up ( )
You're a good artist ( )
You can be clumsy at times (x)
You have a friend you always depend upon if you mess up something (x)
If your life was in danger, you would do the typical Italian thing and say: "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I HAVE RELATIVES IN YOUR COUNTRY!" (x)
You would surrender in a war situation ( )


Germany (Ludwig)

You're very stoic and serious ( )
Sausages are your favourite foods ( )
You like to walk dogs/your dog (x)
Your boss/principal/tutor/home-room teacher is a nut-case ( )
You love rules and think they should always be followed to a T ( )
You think the world would be better if everyone played by the rules (x)
You work very hard ( )
Your alone time is your 'happy time' (x)
You can appear tough but be very considerate towards people (x)
You've had issues with money once or twice (x)


Japan (Kiku Honda)

You're very mature (x)
You think everything over before saying it (x) Well, maybe not always...
You believe in ghosts but aren't phased by the experience when you see one ( )
You isolated yourself during childhood ( )
You became very successful in a short amount of time ( )
You are somewhat inexperienced when it comes to the outside world (x)
You can seem cold/aloof to other people (x)
You're good at practical tasks (x)
You need time to adjust to new people (x)


The Allies

The United States of America (Alfred F. Jones)

You love hamburgers ( )
You think you're awesome ( )
You love to invent things ( )
You love going to the cinema/watching films/making films (x)
You can seem to be very brash to other people (x)
You have a tendency to stick your nose into other peoples' business (x)
You're terrified of ghosts ( )
You know aliens exist ( )
You tend to wear a bomber jacket all the time ( )
You wear glasses (x)


The United Kingdom of England, Wales, Scotland, and Northern Ireland (Arthur Kirkland)

You like tea (x)
You were quite tough as a kid ( )
You're very sarcastic and cynical (x)
Your cooking is awful ( )
You love spiritual magical stuff, such as fairies, ghosts... (x)
...But you refuse to believe in aliens ( )
You have tried doing black magic before ( )
You get drunk quite easily (x) (I got tipsy off a glass of margerita before xD)
When you are drunk, you tend to be very unhappy ( ) (Wheeeeee~)
You're good at embroidery ( )


France (Francis Bonnefoy)

You're very affectionate (x)
You think you have a great fashion sense ( )
You like wine ( )
You're the master of whispering romantic things into peoples' ears ( )
You love red roses (x)
When it comes to l'amour, you don't mind men or women (x)
You're very proud of yourself ( )
You love culture and the arts (x)
You're very flamboyant ( )
You say you're a gourmet ( )


Russia (Ivan Braginski)

You had a very sad childhood (x)
You're very tall (x) (I'm fourteen and 5'5~)
You have a tendency to switch between personalities (x)
You wear a scarf all the time ( )
You love sunflowers (x)
You love vodka ( ) (Bleh)
You can seem intimidating to other people (x) (So I've been told XD)
You're very strong (x)
You have a big nose ( )
You have a strange laugh that can scare people ( )


China (Wang Yao)

You're very mature (x) (Fairly mature. Maybe 'very' is a slight exaggeration XD)
You're very superstitious ( )
You're very religious ( )
You love pandas ( )
You love cooking so much that you nag if food has a certain pattern of tastes ( )
You love Hello Kitty ( ) (I used to, but...)
You try to be a role-model for your brothers/sisters/whatever, but are never taken seriously ( )
You work hard ( )
You're good at drawing ( )
You like sweets (x)


And now for some other countries!

Austria (Roderich Edelstein)

You are very well-raised (x)
You're polite (x)
You love classical music (x)
You like cake (x)
You have a mole on your face ( )
You dedicate your time to your hobbies rather than what needs to be done right away (x) (unfortunately for my mom XD)
You are a virtuoso/play very well on at least one instrument ( ) (I wanna learn the piano~! And the guitar...and the flute...<3)
You've composed music before ( )
You tend to call people 'morons' (x)
You wear glasses (x)


Canada (Matthew Williams)

You're often ignored by people (x)
You look younger than you actually are ( )
You love hockey ( )
You love polar bears ( )
You hate fighting (x)
You have one strand of curly hair, like Italy ( )
You often get mistaken for someone else (x) (I've been mistaken for my mom before XD)
You feel under-appreciated (x)
You're bilingual ( )
You always carry a bear with you ( )



You smoke ( )
You're very physically strong ( )
You've won a lot of fist-fights ( )
In your social circle, there are two brothers - you get along with one, but not with the other ( )
You have very strong emotions about a variety of topics (x)
You like hot weather ( )
You can be very friendly from time to time (x)
You look very tough on the outside ( )
You make a very nice role-model ( )
You don't let people get a word in edgeways ( )


Hungary (Elizaveta Hédeváry)

You have a potty-mouth (x)
You like to wear flowers in your hair ( )
You used to be a very tough kid ( )
You're very reliable ( ) (Maybe sometimes, but...)
It's better to have you as a friend rather than an enemy (x)
You're very faithful ( )
Your speech and mannerisms can be considered very unladylike (x) (Occasionally...)
You and your best friend go together like chalk and cheese. ( )
You are graceful one moment and grinning like a maniac the next (x)
If someone yells that yaoi is going on somewhere, you will drop everything to run off to go and see it (x)


Lithuania (Toris Lorinaitis)

You're very loyal ( )
You feel like your best friend drags you around a lot, but you both have a great time together ( )
You're very serious ( )
You have a lot of patience ( )
You think too much about philosophical stuff ( )
You get depressed when questioning the point of existing/the universe, etc... ( )
You're not very confident (x)
You were quite rebellious as a child (x)
People tend to walk all over you ( )
You're a born worrier ( )


Poland (Feliks Lucasiewocz)

You're very flamboyant ( )
You're quite hyperactive ( )
You can be quite goofy (x)
When you're depressed, you tend to rise out of it like a phoenix (x)
You're very wary of strangers (x)
It takes you ages to come out of your shell ( )
However, when you're used to someone, you're very chatty (x)
You're very forceful and stand at one end of the argument when it comes to your opinions ( )
You love pansies and corn-poppies ( )
You get up to lots of crazy antics ( )


Prussia (Gilbert Weillschmidt)

You're quite mean-spirited ( )
You're a bit of a hooligan ( )
You're very loyal (x)
You're very good at tactics ( )
You hate Russia ( )
You love to fight people ( )
You can avoid marriages quite well (x) (Never had a boyfriend. EVER. And don't want one, either. 8D)
You're not always taken seriously (x)
You like drinking (x) (Margerita~?)
You want to become stronger (x)


Spain (Antonio Fernandez Carriedo)

You are clueless about things around you (x)
You favor the taste of fresh tomatoes (x)
You're very responsible ( ) (Eh...occasionally)
You tend to dramatize over things a lot (x)
You love churros ( )
You help people in crisis (x)
You are quite random (x)
Somehow, you like bananas (x)
You often offer food to people ( )
You have a sort of unhealthy obsession over a couple of brothers ( )


South Italy (Lovino Vargas)

You tend to overreact a lot (x)
You like to order people around ( )
You're a scaredy-cat (x)
You curse a lot (x) (Heheee...)
You go drama depressed when people ignore you ( )
You tend to blush easily (x)
You are lazy like hell (x)
You love tomatoes a lot (x)
You fix yourself on stupid matters ( )
You get defensive at the slightest comment ( )


I'm Austria.

Two Weeks of Hell

Day Eight of the Two Weeks of Hell with no Internet


And what's worse is that I've had a slight fever recently (it's only been like...99.2 and 99.4) and I have a small headache and I'm tired and I hate Science and school can just DIE and...(blah blah)
I feel like shit.

And Ana isn't helping. Actually, she's been a total bitch to me for several months now, since she got Mike as her boyfriend. And when she's not being a bitch, she's doing stupid things, like running away from home and spending a night with a reported sex offender and planning on running away with her boyfriend to stay with him and his friend and other stupid things.
I do have intelligent friends.
She's not one of them.
I suppose that she's above average, but she's still an idiot.
Why am I still friends with her?
God only knows.

Adrian Smiles

For my character Adrian's birthday~
He's so cute~
I got the title from the instrumental "Cloud Smiles" from Final Fantasy. ^^

Adrian walked with a blank, non-expression, hands in his pockets, maneuvering through the foliage quietly and efficiently without actually concentrating on where he was going. Because he knew where he was going; he knew the area like the back of his hand – better even. He knew exactly where he was going and knew exactly how to get there.

Not that he cared. He didn’t really care about much of anything, anymore. Nothing mattered as much as it used to. Before he lost him, everything he bothered with mattered. Elizabeta mattered, Ludwig mattered, Gilbert mattered (even if he was long gone), music mattered, he mattered. But after he died, everything and everyone else seemed less than secondary.

He was his everything. And now his everything was gone.

He walked through bushes and around trees, not caring if he got scratched or covered in leaves, until he got to a clearing.

His meadow. The one he had found more than a century ago, when he was just a little child. It had been his private place, his sanctuary, the place where he could be alone and not worry about being found. His meadow.

And even the meadow held less meaning now. Everything meant less to him now.

Regardless of the meaninglessness, he strode forward, leaning against a tree and looking up at the sky out of habit. There was an overcast, grey clouds incasing the sky in a seemingly endless blanket, but it wasn’t raining yet.

A rustle to his right distracted him. He looked down to see something half-hidden in the bushes, obviously trying to hide. He raised his eyebrow, but made no move to see what or who it was, though he’d never had company here before. Not since the one time he let him come.

His company peeked out from the bush, revealing a small child with wide violet eyes and short dark brown hair, kept away from her forehead with an amethyst colored barrette. She wore a simple but cute dark purple dress that reached her knees, loose black pants, and a pair of white sandals.

He blinked. She couldn’t have been more than seven years old. She was cute. She looked just like...

Just like him.

“Um...” She started, gazing nervously up at him. “...Hi.”

He stared at her.

“Um...who’re you?” She asked, feeling unnerved by his silent staring.

“...Neue Preußen.” He answered, using the German version of his country’s name.

She tilted her head. “I’ve heard of you.”

He raised his eyebrow again. She probably had. In the whole scale of things, he didn’t have much of an impact on the world, like the original Prussia. Still, he had been the one to single-handedly break away from both Austria and Russia. That must be some kind of feat, right?

He didn’t care anymore.

“Well...” She shuffled her feet nervously. “I’m Vienna...”

He frowned the tiniest of frowns, barely detectable but still there. “Vienna?” That name rang a painful bell.

She, Vienna, nodded shyly. “Ja...” ah, she even knew German, “I used to be part of Austria, but then it dissolved...” Adrian cringed the slightest bit, again barely detectable, but still there, “But some of my people survived the attack, so I guess that’s why I’m here...”

So there had been survivors. And from Vienna, no less. Interesting.


He hadn’t thought anything particularly interesting since his death. This was new.

Vienna looked back up at him – she had turned her gaze to the ground out of timidity – curiously. “So, um...New Prussia...sir...what are you doing out here?”

“Just call me Adrian.” He said immediately, surprising himself.

“Adrian?” She questioned.

“It’s my name.” He explained.

“Oh, okay...Sorry...”

He looked at her for a moment before looking around. “This is my meadow...found it when I was a kid.”

“It’s yours?” Vienna asked.

“In a way, yes.” He said with a minuscule shrug. This was the most he had socialized since he died. It felt...awkward. But at the same time, he found he actually kind of...

Liked it.

“Oh...I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was yours...” Vienna said bashfully, looking away and biting her lip.

Another infinitesimal shrug. “It’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” She looked back up at him.

He stared at her for a moment. “...Do you have anywhere to live?” He asked suddenly, startling himself slightly as well as Vienna.

“Um, well...no, actually, I don’t...” She answered, embarrassed. “I lost pretty much everything when Austria dissolved...”

He stood silent, fiddling with a few strands of his silver-blonde hair and debating with himself before focusing his amethyst gaze on her once more. “You could...stay with me, if you want to.”

Vienna’s violet eyes widened. “Really? I could?”


Vienna smiled widely and hugged him. “Danke! This is so nice of you...my people do need a place to stay. Thank you so much!”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” He said, waving her off and sitting down on the ground, leaning against the tree comfortably.

Despite his gesture, Vienna continued thanking him and telling him how much she appreciated it and how her people would be so happy with a place to stay and this was so nice of him even though they’d never met before and wow he was so amazing and strong and did he play music because she loved music, especially the violin but she liked the piano too and––

She babbled on, and something happened that hadn’t happened in years...

Adrian smiled.

It wasn’t the small, fake grin he gave to everyone else when he told them he was alright, even though they all knew he wasn’t. It was a genuine smile

A real smile.

It was a small smile, little more than a twitch of his lips. A smile almost unnoticeable.

But it was a smile, nonetheless.

He looked up as it started to rain, lightly at first, but he knew that it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

Vienna stopped babbling and looked around her, blinking. She’d been surprised by the sudden drizzle. “Oh...It’s raining.”

Adrian smiled again, the same, small, real smile. “We should go back to my place.” He suggested, “You know, before it starts to really rain.”

Vienna beamed happily and him and nodded. “Okay!”

Adrian stood up and started walking away, expecting her to follow him. As expected, she did start to follow him. What surprised him was that she reached up (she was small, even for her age) and wrapped her little fingers around his larger ones, looking up at him with a appreciative grin.

He took her hand in his after a moment, and led her to his home, still smiling gently.

And thus, Neue Preußen (New Prussia) took over most of the land that had once been Austria, generously providing work, shelter, and food for what citizens remained of the fallen nation, helping them to get back on their feet. The area is called Prussian Austria.


Name twelve of your favorite Axis Powers Hetalia characters in any order.

1) England

2) Austria

3) Prussia

4) Germany

5) Hungary

6) Canada

7) America

8) Romano

9) Spain

10) Italy

11) Russia

12) Japan

1) Have you read a five/ten fic before?

Hungary/Romano? ...That makes no sense. XD

2) Do you think three is hot? How hot?

Prussia is teh smex god.

3) What would happen if six got one pregnant?

Omg. Canada gets England pregnant? Oh dear lord. That would be interesting.
Canada would be confused, and England would NOT be happy. 'Nuff said.

4) Do you recall any good fics about nine?

Actually, I haven't read any fics with Spain in them. o.o

5) Would seven and two make a good couple?

America/Austria? Oh, I like that pairing! For some reason. XD

6) Four/eight or four/nine?

Germany/Romano or Germany/Spain? Germany/Romano. Why? BECAUSE IT'D BE EFFING HILARIOUS, that's why. XD

7) What would happen if seven discovered three and eight in a secret relationship?

America discovers Prussia and Romano in a relationship? ...Omg.

8) Make a summary of at least twenty words for a two/six fic.

Austria/Canada? Oh god. XD

Austria is depressed about losing Hungary, and decides that maybe a beer or two would suffice. Meanwhile, Canada is concerned about his wellbeing, and follows him. Rather...interesting things ensue.

9). Is there such a thing as a four/ten romantic fluff story?

Germany/Romano? ...It'd be hilarious if there was, but I highly doubt it. xD

10) Suggest a title for a one/five Hurt/Comfort fic.

England/Hungary? Omfg. XD Well...let's see......Nope, I got nothin'. XD

11. What kind of plot would you use for a three/eleven fic?

OMFG Prussia/Russia. I actually like that pairing. :D
Hmm...Most likely Abused!Prussia and Abusive!Russia, because that's how it works, really. xD

12. Does anyone on your friends list read number seven het? What about nine slash?

Well, my friend ships her Ireland OC with America, and also ships Spain/Romano, so...yes. :D

13. If you wrote a songfic about number nine, what song would you chose?

Spain, huh? ...Bailamos. Why? Because it's the only Spanish song I know of. And it's FUN. XD

14. If you wrote a two/three/six fic, what would the warning be?

Warning: Inappropriate use of Maple Syrup.

15. What pick-up line might eight use on five?

Romano to Hungary? Hmm...

I have no clue. XD

16. Challenge: Write a drabblefic for ten/eight.

Italy/Romano? Hmmm...


"Ve~, what is it, Fratello?" Feliciano asked, turning to look at his older brother.

Lovino frowned, looking as if debating on whether or not he really wanted to speak. "Why do you like that potato-bastard so much?" He asked finally.

Feliciano tilted his head. "Ludwig? I like him 'cause he's my friend!" He smiled widely.

Lovino's frown deepened slightly. "Is he...more than that?"

"More than that?" Feliciano was confused. "Do you mean, is he my best friend?"

"Do you love him?"

"Of course I do!" Was Feliciano's instant reply.

"Love him...how, exactly?" Lovino asked, wisely not jumping to conclusions.

"I love him because he's my friend! And he's fun, even though he's strict sometimes, and he eats my pasta, and he takes care of me, and he always comes to help me, and-"

"Do you love me?" Lovino interrupted.

Feliciano blinked, faltering slightly. "Well, of course I love you! You're my big brother!"

"I mean...do you love me?" Lovino asked, sighing, "Like...are you in love with me?"

Feliciano tilted his head, blinking. "Why would you ask me that, Fratello?"

Lovino sighed and shook his head, turning away. "Nothing. Never mind. Forget I said anything." He wouldn't risk losing Feliciano. His feelings may not be returned, but at least he still had him. That was all he needed.

17) What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve having sex?

America walks in on Austria and Japan. I second chibispork's answer. The entire world would know the very next day. XD

And then Austria and Japan would be wholly mortified and proceed to hide from the world in shame.
Either that, or Austria, after being reminded that he took off his own pants, would say that Austrians are more uptight than everyone else, and proceed to ignore the fact that it ever happened. :D

18) What kind of plot would you use if you wanted Four to de-flower One?

Germany deflowers England? Germany/England...that's a pairing I've never heard of before. XD

19) Does anyone on your friends list read Seven slash?

Who doesn't read America slash? Seriously, America/England, Russia/America, America/Lithuania, America/Prussia, America/Austria, ect...

20) Does anyone on your friends list read Three het?

My friend loves onesided!Prussia/Hungary, but other than that, Prussia/Austria and Prussia/Germany FTW~
Though, Prussia/Fem!Austria would totally make sense. XD

21) Does anyone on your friends list write or draw Eleven?

My friend and I wrote an unbearably adorable Russia/America fic with a lemon in it. :D

22) Would you write Two/Four/Five?

Is it bad that I wouldn't be surprised if that happened? XD

23) What might Ten scream at a moment of great passion?

Oh my God, Romano XD Probably 'FUCK! Y-YOU BASTARD!' XDD

24) When was the last time you read a fic about Five?

Hungary? I read a series of onesided!Prussia/Hungary oneshots and a story like...last week or the week before that. And I play her in my RPs with my friend. XD

25) What is Six's super-secret kink?

Canada? He secretly loves being covered in Maple Syrup. So that Prussia can lick it off. Or maybe France.
No, seriously. It's totally true. >.>

26) Would Eleven shag Nine? Drunk or sober?

Russia shag Spain? MAYBE while he's drunk, because Spain is just too irresistible, but I can't see that happening. XD

27) If Three and Seven get together, who tops?

Prussia and America...OHMIGOD tough one much?! I guess since America has superhuman strength he would be able to hold Prussia down and get his way...but Prussia would get his revenge. Oh yes.


28) "One and Nine are in a happy relationship until Nine suddenly runs off with Four. One, broken-hearted, has a hot one-night stand with Eleven and a brief unhappy affair with Twelve, then follows the wise advice of Five and finds true love with Two." What title would you give this fic?

England and Spain? Those two are so historical. XD
Spain runs off with Germany? Whoa, wait, what? >.>
England has a hot one-night stand with Russia and a brief unhappy affair with Japan, then follows the wise advice of Hungary and finds true love with Austria? WHOA. I would totally read that. :D
England/Austria~ <3

29) How would you feel if Seven/Eight was canon?

America/Germany...I like this. :D


But I like the cookie...

Gramma: *comes in* you wanna cookie?
Me: Coookiiiiie *takes it, doesn't tell her that I already had three*
Gramma: *leaves*
Me: ^-^

Gramma made peanut butter cookies. Maybe she IS good for some things. 8D
*eats teh cookeh*



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I'm having issues.
I'm a teenager, when am I NOT having issues?
But seriously.
I hate teenage hormones.
And moodswings.
I was just fine a little bit ago, but now I really just...don't feel like caring. And it doesn't help that grampa is apparently having trouble with his home hemodialysis. It also doesn't help that I'm really getting behind on my school work. I'm honestly trying to catch up, but it's proving to be really hard and mom nagging me about it just makes it worse. I know that she's only trying to help, and, mom, I appreciate it. Really. It's just...it's hard enough without someone coming in every other hour and reminding me of one of the main reasons for my stress.

And again, I really want another dog. It would be nice, it really, really would. But if we get one, even IF we get the fence fixed, gramma will just find something to bitch about. I already have enough trouble with her complaining about my cats. If she complains about the dog too, I'm going to lose it.


But on a lighter note, I get to go to the fair next week! So, that's ONE thing to be excited about, at least.