FrUk: The story of our love:Prussia's side story(This is told from Prussia's perspective so it's written in the first person. Sadly, this will be the last chapter..)
I walked down that road today, leading up to that British jerk's house. I never really liked Arthur, but I guess I was jealous of the guy for fathering my friend's children instead of the awesome me! I mean, who does that? Come on!
But I then knocked on the door, wanting to see my little Matthew...it was silent for about a minute and got worried, but then the doorknob turned and I almost died of laughter when I saw the look on Arthur's face.
He stood there with his hair unbrushed, clothes just thrown on, looking like he was going to kill me. But he smiled randomly and told me to come in. I asked him where Francis was, and he said upstairs.
But he stopped me before I got up the stairs. God, I hated his fucking accent, and even worse, I hate trying to talk in his language.
"You came at the right time...The twins were born earlier today..."
A true and serious confession.Since I'm in an odd mood and have nothing else to do, I may as well tell you why I'm so anti-social, bitchy, suicidal and depressed all the time.
Did you know I'm supposed to be dead? Yeah! I'm really supposed to be dead.
Polycystic kidney disease. I was at risk of it when I was 10. It's something horribly terrible, and is fatal for children. I never had a safe blood filtering system, so when I get sick, it sucks.
And Anime was my only fucking escape, and yet people can't understand that. Ah fuck, I'm crying. Yes, me, this socially awkward bitch who wants to end her life. I've been so sensitive all my life. I cry over stupid things, and there's little sympathy.
Me, Jessica Wright...
I've spent my whole life cursing and crying my way through all this pain, and ever since school started up again, I've been suicidal as fuck.
Now, I know all your thoughts. "Wow, what an attention whore, faker, etc, etc." But, I assure you this is true.
If I was gone, would any of you
(Hetalia) Jack the Ripper, chapter one. It was 1888, and a very dark time in England, and the streets of London were empty tonight, and perfect for the British man who stood there, and laughed. A new victim, dead on the ground.
However, seconds later, on the other side of town, a man with the name of Arthur Kirkland stood on a balcony that was outside his ballroom, as he waited for the girl he planned to make an arrangement with. She was a caretaker on the second floor with long brown hair and green eyes much like his own. Arthur had taken quite a liking to her. He wore a nice black suit and his hair was combed finely.
Hungary was walking along the ballroom, sighing. No one to dance with, nothing to do.Thats why she decided to join Arthur. She waited up on the balcony, as she heard his footsteps approaching. She ajusted her flowy, pale blue dress, and smiled, waiting to greet him. When she spotted him she was lost for words, so just smiled. Arthur bowed. "Ah, hello there, you must be the one whom I talk