p style="text-align: center;"span style="text-decoration: underline;"emstrongAUTHORS NOTE: /strong/em/spanspan style="text-decoration: underline;" Sorry if it's short. Forgot to put its a one shot. First Story WOOOH! /span/p
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p style="text-align: left;" Running. That's all I could do. The...thing... that was chasing me, it wouldn't stop until it got its meal. Hopefully it hadn't gotten to Italy./p
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p style="text-align: left;" We got separated and I can't find him. I couldn't get him out of my mind. I was scared and lonely and worried for his life. That is, untill I heard him scream. /p
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p style="text-align: left;" I had to get to him. Running faster, my legs screamed at me to stop. I refused. I had to find him. /p
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p style="text-align: left;" I found a doorway, but it was locked. Taking out my pistol, I shot it several times before it busted. What was behind the door horrifyed me. There was Italy, laying in a pool of blood. He was crying, "Doitsu, Doitsu it hurts! Make it stop!" There was a huge gash running down his arm. The beast had severed his vein.I knew there was nothing I could do./p
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p style="text-align: left;" There was a sharp pain in my back. I looked down and there were three, long, black, and bloody claws coming out of my stomach. They were ripped out and I fell, weak and dying. The monster looked at Italy and grabbed him by the leg, dragging him away as I screamed, "NO!" Italy was screaming and calling me, "DOITSU! NO! HELP! NO! DOITSU!" /p
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p style="text-align: left;" I was started to be dizzy as I let out my last breath, "No." Everything was fading to black and becoming more disoriented. Doitsu.../p
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p style="text-align: left;" I jolted up, banging heads with Italy, who had straddled me. "Ugh. That hurt. Anyways, Doitsu, are you OK? You were crying, and talking in your sleep." Wait. Was I? I wiped my eyes, and it was true. My face heated a little as it just occurred to me, he was still sitting on me. /p
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p style="text-align: left;" I also noticed he was looking at me. "Italy, why are you looking at me like that, is there something on my face?" I asked. "No, it's just... You're..." "I'm what? Come on, spit it out" I said impatiently. "Handsome. Really handsome." he said. Niw my face felt like it was on fire. Really? /p
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p style="text-align: left;" I looked at him, and I don't know why, but I kissed him. It was a slow, pationate kiss. He was first to pull away. "Woah. That...was amazing." he said softly. I just nodded. It most definitely was, and it DEFINITLY won't be the last. /p
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p style="text-align: left;"span style="text-decoration: underline;"emstrongAUTHOR'S NOTE: /strong/em/spanspan style="text-decoration: underline;"Well, there you have it. Sorry it was crappy, this is the first time I've written something like this. Normally I write the saddest/puzzling crap ever. I'm more accustomed to using paper and pencil. Please leave constructive criticism, it really , sorry if this was a bit OOC. Bye for now, reader. /span/p
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p style="text-align: left;" Running. That's all I could do. The...thing... that was chasing me, it wouldn't stop until it got its meal. Hopefully it hadn't gotten to Italy./p
p style="text-align: left;" /p
p style="text-align: left;" We got separated and I can't find him. I couldn't get him out of my mind. I was scared and lonely and worried for his life. That is, untill I heard him scream. /p
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p style="text-align: left;" I had to get to him. Running faster, my legs screamed at me to stop. I refused. I had to find him. /p
p style="text-align: left;" /p
p style="text-align: left;" I found a doorway, but it was locked. Taking out my pistol, I shot it several times before it busted. What was behind the door horrifyed me. There was Italy, laying in a pool of blood. He was crying, "Doitsu, Doitsu it hurts! Make it stop!" There was a huge gash running down his arm. The beast had severed his vein.I knew there was nothing I could do./p
p style="text-align: left;" /p
p style="text-align: left;" There was a sharp pain in my back. I looked down and there were three, long, black, and bloody claws coming out of my stomach. They were ripped out and I fell, weak and dying. The monster looked at Italy and grabbed him by the leg, dragging him away as I screamed, "NO!" Italy was screaming and calling me, "DOITSU! NO! HELP! NO! DOITSU!" /p
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p style="text-align: left;" I was started to be dizzy as I let out my last breath, "No." Everything was fading to black and becoming more disoriented. Doitsu.../p
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p style="text-align: left;" I jolted up, banging heads with Italy, who had straddled me. "Ugh. That hurt. Anyways, Doitsu, are you OK? You were crying, and talking in your sleep." Wait. Was I? I wiped my eyes, and it was true. My face heated a little as it just occurred to me, he was still sitting on me. /p
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p style="text-align: left;" I also noticed he was looking at me. "Italy, why are you looking at me like that, is there something on my face?" I asked. "No, it's just... You're..." "I'm what? Come on, spit it out" I said impatiently. "Handsome. Really handsome." he said. Niw my face felt like it was on fire. Really? /p
p style="text-align: left;" /p
p style="text-align: left;" I looked at him, and I don't know why, but I kissed him. It was a slow, pationate kiss. He was first to pull away. "Woah. That...was amazing." he said softly. I just nodded. It most definitely was, and it DEFINITLY won't be the last. /p
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p style="text-align: left;"span style="text-decoration: underline;"emstrongAUTHOR'S NOTE: /strong/em/spanspan style="text-decoration: underline;"Well, there you have it. Sorry it was crappy, this is the first time I've written something like this. Normally I write the saddest/puzzling crap ever. I'm more accustomed to using paper and pencil. Please leave constructive criticism, it really , sorry if this was a bit OOC. Bye for now, reader. /span/p