Okay, this is short since I'm working on another thing and I have school. ^^;;
HOLY ROME, 22 REVIEWS? :"D
96bittersweetblackcat : Thanks! :D I don't think I'm going to do that, though, since I'm better at writing serious stuff. I came up with a completely different idea now. :3
Ayumi Kudou : Thanks~!
DeathThePanda : Why do you feel bad? If it's because of the little sad face on my answer to your review…that's for the depression part. Your review didn't hurt my feelings or anything…if that's what you're implying. :3
I purposefully made her adorable~ Brother cat would sound kinda weird, but it does make sense…and yes, overprotective Switzy is fun to write. :3
Guest : Yay! :D I like FrUK too, but not as much as USUK… /shot
Ayumi Kudou : I'm more of a dog person, but I like the Hetalia cast as cats, too.
Yes! I completely agree! :D The Italy bros are already flirts and kind with the ladies, and I have a headcanon America would be a gentleman if he was on a date.
I really like the popular pairings, but I'm crazy about shipping so I ship just about anything. I like to write the under appreciated pairings because no one really writes about them…and they're really adorable and deserve more fanfics, be it fluff or tragedy. :c
Ah, same! Dx Reader x canon or OC x canon is fine, as long as the girls are thought about too! I LOVE the girls of Hetalia––every single one of them––and it sickens me that people hate on them for getting in the way of 'yaoi.' :/ Why can't they ship everything like I do? It makes life so much easier! XD Poor Seychelles…
Oh, and this is ethereal imagination with a pen name change. xD
Faint Hearts
The sky was immersed in colorful, blindingly bright colors, replacing the normal cerulean color that ruled the world above everyday. It was almost…sickening how beautiful the world, nature itself, could be when there was blood being shed and families being torn apart in a matter of seconds. The men sprinted over the hill, swords in hand, roaring their battle calls. Slice upon slice, fall upon fall, they continued until the land was layered in deceased bodies, the green grass painted a revolting fresh red with an even more revolting smell that filled their nostrils. Still, they moved along, feeling no remorse for their actions and willing no mercy to those who they would slay next.
Instead of another group of reinforcements as expected, there stood a young, small person with short, choppy blond hair and wide, trembling blue-green eyes. Their people lay at their feet, dirtying the rather expensive-looking outfit they were wearing.
And they rushed towards them. They roared even louder before, despite the pathetically overwhelming numbers they had on the person. And then the person took out their sword and slashed blindly in front of them, blocking all the shots that came from the front. Few struck their sides, crimson staining the cloth, but their achievement didn't live long when the person turned and struck them.
Soon, there were few men left, gaping in horror at the tiny person who'd managed to defeat their little militia. There hadn't been many people, but they'd all been trained and were buff —much larger than this person, that much was obvious.
And so it happened that only one man was left standing. His blond hair, sticky with blood, stuck to his face as he trembled in place, his emerald eyes watching in horror as the person moved closer.
"Who are you?" they breathed. He determined it was a girl by the soft, feminine voice he'd heard, and sucked in his breath, afraid to move.
"..ur…land…"
"I can't hear you." She pointed her sword at his throat and narrowed her eyes. "Speak louder, or you'll pay the price." He gulped, and his throat graced the tip of the sharpened steel sword.
"…Arthur Kirkland."
"What were you and your men doing here?" she inquired, annoyance now detectable in her voice. She shuffled her feet and kicked the hand of a dead soldier off of her foot.
"…Attacking…"
"And you understand that your country's men shall never set foot near here again, right?" He froze. Was this woman…was this woman letting him off? Joy overflowed inside him before he remembered what had just happened and his current situation.
"…Yes, ma'am." She lowered the sword and he bowed, shaking even more than he had been before. He speedily turned around to leave when she grabbed his coat, effectively stopping him (what a strong grip she had…!).
"I never said you could leave," she said darkly, yanking him closer to her. He successfully fell by her feet, staring up into her frightening teal eyes. "I think you'll make a nice prisoner, hmm? I haven't had one in a while."
"N-no, I have—"
"Sisia. Sisia Vogel. Call me Lili from now on." She picked him up by his hair—he bit his lip till it was bleeding to prevent himself from screaming out in pain—and dragged him away, not caring for the carcasses, seeing as she stepped all over them on her way out. He writhed around in pain after she let go of him on the floor of her small little castle. She ran off shouting some man's name in excitement, and all he could do was sit there and pray to God or whatever deity existed out there that she wouldn't torture him…
Thank God she didn't.
5 favorites, 7 followers, 530+ views, 142+ visitors…and 22 reviews, oh my gosh. This makes me feel kinda…happy. :D Certainly makes me feel like the heaviness in my heart is lifted~
Sorry for the shortness and lower quality for this one. xD It was quickly written so I could get on with Clockwork Heartbeats~!
Checking out Clockwork Heartbeats, if you're fine with character death and depression and fantasy and whatnot, once it is posted would be appreciated… :3 /shameless advertising
~~Moxie Rayne
