AlisSparrow

Just A Little Boy Part II 'Cause all of this is all that I can take Your words did silence Italy's tongue. He stopped talking about surrender and stopped making white flags for you out of the table clothes - which the cooks were thankful for. But you didn't scare him off like you had intended. In fact, he followed you around more than he had ever had before.   Saying that you weren't friends seemed to have affected him deeply. And he appeared to be utterly convicted to make the two of you friends. It was annoying, but sort of sweet.   You didn't apologize for what you said to him, or take back your threat. And Italy didn't ask you to. Maybe

Just A Little Boy Part I A/N: This takes place during the War of the Eight Saints You never cared to hear the other side So why would you care to keep this thing alive?     You paced back and forth in the gilded halls of Palazzo Vecchio waiting for the delegate that Rome was sending to discuss the 'land dispute'. "Land dispute, bah!" You exclaim suddenly, turning on your heel as you pace about. Your long red skirts swish against the floor. They’re as red as your flag, you’ve always been a bit sentimental when it came to representing your people. Your hands fidget at your side, crunching up the soft fabric of your skirts and re

Chapter Eleven ~ Scatter! "What's wrong?" Both you and Germany ask Italy at the same time. You share a look, but you're the first to look away. "There's something inside the burn wooden box! Just a second. Um..." Italy responds as he pokes around in the fire. Anxiety works up in you over his well-being. More so then is really necessary. But you're stressed and you're senses are running on high alert. "Be careful!" Both you and Germany warn, again talking in sync. This time you shoot Germany a more annoyed look. Germany's cheeks look pink, but you think it's just the light. "Uh-huh," Italy agrees, "Opps- ow, hot!" You and Germany sigh. Yo

Part III ~ No Service Why can’t I tell if he’s looking at me? Should I give him a smile? Should I get up and leave? It's the Monday after the Francis affair, which is what you've taken to calling the awkward event. Luckily Alfred never brings it up, and Francis hasn't come anywhere near you since the event. It's a little weird that Francis has been keeping his distance, but you're not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Currently, you're sitting on the bleachers waiting for Alfred and Gilbert to get out of their detention. Elizabeta is waiting with you because, so she claims, she wants to make sure you have a safe ride hop

Hetalia High Chapter 5.5 England ~ Kitchen Disaster With a surprised gasp you turn around and see a surprisingly non-disheveled Arthur. You quirk an eyebrow in question. Arthur gives you a roughish smirk, surprising you, "We never specified that we had to cross the finish line to show you around, only that we had to get their first." One part of your mind tries to recall what the exact words were, a search that turns up blank. The other part of your mind is too busy being impressed by Arthur. He has struck you as more of a gentlemen than a rouge. You weren't really expecting this behavior for him. "Hmm, following the letter of the law and n

Chapter Ten ~ M.I.A Now that you've caught up with Italy and Germany, all of you head to the safe room. Prussia's blood has been cleaned up off the floor and in the halls. You wonder if that was Italy or Germany who decided to do that. It couldn't have been a pleasant task, but it was at least distracting. There wasn't a whole lot of diverting things to do in the house, that added to the mental torture of the place. Even cleaning up blood was preferable to nothing. Japan clearing his throat pulls you out of your thoughts. Everyone is gathered around the table. Only Ivan and Yao are sitting, the others are leaning against the table on their e

Part II ~ Call Me I jump out of my skin   when he picks up the phone Yet again, you're calling Alfred. But this time, it's not a ploy to get Arthur on the other end. You're not even expecting him. No, this time, you actually need Alfred, or really anyone. It's late at night, and you're in the middle of the woods. Well, that's not a complete portrayal of the truth. You're on foot-path that will eventually lead you to the main road. But it's dark and you're alone, and you certainly feel as if you're in the middle of the woods. It really was a mistake to go out on a date with that pushy Frenchman. The plan had been to get over your obsessive c

Chapter Seven ~ Ask and You Shall Receive Author's Note: Read this, I see you skipping it. Yeah, YOU, you know who you are. READ. IMPORTANT. Okay now that I have your attentiong... so because there are different endings to Chapter Four there are going to be... discrepancies, depending on what ending you selected. What I'm going to do is avoid making references to the endings unless I have to. And when I have to, they'll be in separated sections within the chapter with a version of it if you did not have that ending also within the story. This shouldn't happen a lot. But since it's going to happen in this chapter, I thought I would write this

Part I ~ Phone Tag I call you up when I know he's at home You’re laying on you stomach on your bed. Your eyes bore into the clock on your cellphone as your fingers nervously push the up and down buttons on the side of your phone turning the volume up and down manically. Arthur Kirkland got off from his shift at the music store about 15 minutes ago. Since it's exactly a ten minute drive from his house to the store, and it's 7:30 p.m. so there should be minimal traffic, he should be arriving home at any minute. You're worried about underestimating traffic. If you call right now, Arthur might still be in the garage or stuck in traffic. I

Chapter 9 ~ Meet and Greet There's an awkward silence after Japan pulls England to his feet. After a few painful seconds England manages to stutter out an answer, "Y-yeah, I'm fine San Marino..." He stares at your hair for a few moments making you feel self conscious, "Are you aware that some of your hair is..." England trails off not entirely sure how to broach the subject. You and Japan freeze. You both exchange looks, for a moment you see what looks like guilt flashing in the somber man's eyes. ((Why would he feel guilty? Because he left us alone and then I got cornered? He didn't know it was going to happen...)) "We're aware," Japan ans