Nope. No Slendertalia Here. None at All...The night was still and quiet, and the moon covered the garden in a silky blanket of pale light. The dew had just settled atop the blades of grass, making them cool and slick as a man made his way into the night and towards the center of this lovely place- this place he called his own. The British man (Arthur, his name was), had made his way into his backyard and into his garden in search of his reading glasses. He had just cozied up in bed with an old favorite book of his when he realized he was squinting awfully hard. Not wanting the headache that would have surely attacked him if he had continued on that way, he headed outside for his spectacles that had been abandoned since afternoon tea.Suddenly, the wind picked up and the trees and bushes rustled under its touch, causing the small blonde to start.'Oh, goodness! What am I- a little girl, afraid of her own shadow? Hah. It was just the wind. I should really calm down a bit,' he thought, feeling rather silly for letting the
Painful IndecisionPainful IndecisionMay I ask you a question?I know this seems abrupt.However, it's something I must mention.If I ask you, will things change?I love how we are right now.I wouldn't want to make things strange.But I quite absolutely must know.The "friend zone" is a place I dread,But if the question rolls off my tongue,I fear our friendship might be dead.God, it's driving me crazy-This question mark flying about my head!But then
what if you say, "Yes"?I don't know if we could stand the painThat would surely come if we failed time's test.But then
what if you say, "No"?Of course, everything would be awkward then.Further and further apart surely we'd grow.So, may I ask you a question, miss?I know this seems sudden, but
What would you say if I asked for a kiss?Nevermind.
Fight for Freedom(A/N: This contains country personification. England is the one guy, and America is the other, in other words. The following is representative of the American Revolution.)The day was dismal and rain-drenched, and the cursed precipitation just kept beating down upon the two men as they faced each other on the battlefield. The ground below them was nothing but mud and it sucked at their boots. Though they were about ten yards apart and the rain obscured both of their forms, they could both feel the anger, pain, and courage just radiating from each other.'What is he thinking? That twit! He should have been more circumspect about just jumping into a war with me! After all, there's no way he could have the aptitude to defeat me. I'm the bloody United Kingdom!' England thought."Hey England!" America hollered from across the soppy battlefield. "All I want is my freedom!""Why? What for?" England asked perplexed and fed up with America's nonsensical fight. "Why do you fight for something so