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I own neither My Little Ponies nor Barbies/Bratz.
Let that be a forewarning, I guess..XD
Skywolf2001 and I made a story called "Holidays with Joseph". It's the countries in a holiday gift exchange, featuring Canada and Newfoundland. Let all the comedic elements ensue...
Kornblumen-Krumen is something I just came out with because I can't seem to focus on the things I need to do like run and work and write but that's historical with Germany and Prussia and the Berlin Wall.
As Prussia would state it:
BE AWESOME.
He came back a few minutes later when Antonio flicked a bit of fire under his nose - which made him both want to sneeze and scream. "No barbeque!"
Antonio was dejected. "That was a good flame. I had it nice." His face twisted in hurt.
Gilbert patted him on the shoulder. "Some people just don't appreciate not being consumed by a raging inferno."
Alfred scooted back against the couch and put a hand to his head. "Holy shit."
Tino bent down and extended a hand, concern sketched across his face. "Are you alright?"
He shifted, and then shook his head. When Francis moved to touch his arm, he jerked as if shocked.
"Alfred -"
"No." His voice sounded high and strangled. "Don't touch me."
"There's nothing to get so distraught about," Arthur started, but Alfred shook his head again.
"Don't say anything."
"Alfred, really, Matthew himself would have told you."
"But he didn't. You didn't."
"No debe ser importante," Antonio tried, but Alfred just got up and left the living room. Of course! Of course they still held secrets, of course they hadn't trusted him. Of course.
But the Axis had promised him answers. His fingers trailed over Mattie's watch. He wouldn't put up with Counters. They didn't want him anyway…
He peered into a Lego-strewn room, where Peter sat king on the floor. At Alfred's entrance, the boy looked up and smiled.
"Are you going to teach me to travel?" he asked.
"I'm not good at traveling. Can I play, instead?"
"Grown-ups aren't supposed to play. That's what Uncle Lukas always tells Mathias."
"I'm not a good grown-up, either."
Peter's nose twitched. "Okay. How good are you with Legos? I don't let just anybody join my construction team." He pointed to his current project, a blue box with a picture of a plane. "I'm tryin' to build that."
"Are there instructions?"
"Nope! Men don't use directions. That's what Uncle Mathias tells Lukas when they're driving, and that's why they're always late."
Alfred got on his knees. "I guess Legos don't really need directions…you just connect them."
Peter smacked his arm when he reached for one. "No! No touchies! I've got something better to play."
"What?"
The boy leaped for his toy box and pulled out a big plastic container. The grimy label taped to the lid read: My Little Ponies.
"This is easier to play," Peter explained. "You can't mess ponies up."
Alfred picked one up by its sea-green and orange hair. "Uh. I guess not. What's in this one's mouth?"
"A raisin. It was hungry so I tried to feed it, but now its stuck."
Alfred let it drop. "Ah. Is it your favorite?"
"Honey-Rainbow-Sunshine the Third?" Peter laughed. "No!"
"Then which one?"
Peter pulled out a purple pony with straggly pink, shiny hair. The cutie mark on its haunch had been scratched off, and Alfred felt sorry for it. Its eyes screamed help. "This is Chocolate Ice Cream Sundae Explosion Terminator."
"I…see. You're very good at names?"
"Oh, I didn't name them. Uncle Emil does. He has tons more than this, and when Uncle Lukas gets cranky he makes him throw some of them out and give them to me. He makes me memorize all their names before he leaves again."
Alfred pulled another out. "This one's missing all its hair."
"That's Lemon Dapple Gumdrop. I accidentally put gum in her hair, and Mama had to cut it off." Peter grabbed it. "I'm playing with her. Pick someone else."
Alfred rummaged around. "This one?"
Peter snatched it. "That's Peach Cream The Siren!"
"The Siren?"
"Yeah! I take her in the bathtub!"
"What about-"
"NO! That's ButtJewel! Not that one, either! That's Princess Bath Blood! Starnose! Drunken Mathias! Shampooed to Perfection! D Is For Destruction! Not Meadow Field Monster Hooves!"
The boy now had a satisfactory collection of about ten ponies.
"Alright. What pony can I play?"
Peter tapped his chin. "Ummm…This one!"
"That's a Barbie."
"This is Brad."
"Brad's missing some of her clothes, isn't she?"
"I threw her dress down the toilet because I took it off and when I tried to put it back on it wouldn't fit and I bit her hand and Mama got mad. Brad has green feet and I colored her face."
"True artistry." He let his voice get high. "How lovely you look today, Dame Skeleton of Dying Dreams!"
Peter giggled. "No, no, no!"
"What'd I do wrong?"
"Brad is a bad guy."
"Why?"
"Because he poisons people." He took Brad from Alfred and violently crashed him against Not Musically Inclined. "Bah, bah, bah! I hate ponies! I'm going to poison your hay until you die! Bah, bah, bah!"
PonyTown went into disarray as the evil Brad wreaked havoc wherever she went. She poisoned pony after pony until the whole town writhed under her reign.
Alfred was more watching than playing, of course, as whenever he tried to jump in Peter furtively told him he was doing it wrong. So his legs were used as stables.
"Dinner!" he heard Tino call. Both he and Peter scrambled out the door – Alfred had never had competition in the race for food. He near slipped on the hardwood while Peter leaped to the side and slid by into the dining room.
"Dinner!" he said gleefully. "Hey, the girl man with fancy hair is sitting in my spot!"
Agent Bielschmidt was having one hell of a time with the Counter. A timepiece dangled from his hands, just above Williams' nose, but the Counter hadn't even flinched. Just stared at him. Judgingly.
"I know you want this," he said lowly.
"No, really? I hadn't noticed."
"Take it."
"And the price?"
"Escape."
Williams snorted. "Escape, my ass. I'm just going to take it and travel into paradise?"
The timepiece jangled between Bielschmidt's fingers. "You'd be under the Red Monkey's watch."
"Getting a time travel piece only to be stalked forever. That's some type of paradox, I think."
Gott, what was with this Counter? He went to rub his face, but then thought better of it and took a step forward to Williams instead, the clutching the timepiece's chain tighter.
Matthew just stared at the traveler as if he was crazy. He had to be crazy. Did he really think he'd just take it and be happy? He didn't even know if he could use it, though he supposed he might.
He instinctively went to look down at a watch that wasn't there. Man, he'd kill to change into one of those geese Alfred was so scared of. Hiss, hiss, motherfuckers.
"You can't stay here forever," Bielschmidt remarked flatly.
Matthew gave him a raised eyebrow. "I didn't know I was planning to."
Okay, so Agent Bielschmidt was wondering whether using bubbly Agent Vargas as good cop might work better. But then he recalled that the Counter had attacked him on first meeting, and Agent Vargas harbored a partial fear of cats. He'd eat in the same room as one first before he would ever get two meters in front of Williams.
He turned around and stalked a few meters out of earshot before he let out an audible sigh. He'd have to report to the Red Monkey about this. He hated failing an assignment!
"You've yet to let the big guy down."
He closed his eyes. For the past few days, the same voice had rang around his head. It was terrible, because he knew that voice, he knew that voice and he knew it was from somewhere…
But whatever familiarity it held was blocked off to him.
There was a screaming, too.
He'd heard it from on his last mission, in the woods near the Canadian-American border. And somewhere else, too…
"You've got a Counter," Williams called from behind him.
He turned around. Williams was still sitting a few paces away from him. He walked back and tried to control the heartbeat that he was positive would reflect back as a tremor in his voice. "Excuse me?"
Matthew sensed a small victory. "All time travelers are assigned one. The Axis aren't special snowflakes. The General made pairs."
The only expression Agent Bielschmidt made to show he was listening was a small twitch of the cheek.
"Alfred's traveling with people," the Counter continues. "But I bet you already know that."
"That information is classified." How did he know? Had he let something split? It was impossible to try to shift through previous conversations. Had the Red Monkey come and told him?
"Yeah, well, my traveler's with some Counters. One of them decided to pay me a visit – don't look at me like that; I didn't plan it. He gave me some names…" He snapped his fingers, pretending to struggle to recall them. Then he put his hand down and gave Macho Blonde My-Diet-Is-200-Percent-Muscle-Milk his flashiest smile.
"What were the names?" the Axis member asked lowly. Ludwig told himself that he had only caved because he needed those names for his future report.
"You feel the tie," Matthew remarked instead. Success swelled inside him. "You usually wear your timepiece inside your coat."
"I fail to see how the visibility of my timepiece affects anything."
"It's too hot to wear against your skin anymore," Matthew replied, and he knew he was right.
Agent Bielschmidt resisted the urge to look down at the locket watch resting near his breast pocket. "Names," he ordered instead.
"Francis Bonnefoy, Arthur Kirkland..."
Ludwig kept his face straight. He thought he'd saw the pair on their last mission. They'd been bothering the Red Monkey for more than five centuries (if he counted on the Present Line).
"Antonio Fernández Carriedo, Lovino Vargas…"
Vargas? Like Feli – Agent Vargas? He remembered the other Axis Member clinging to him, crying, making no sense at all even once they had returned to under the Circle.
"Gilbert Bielschmidt."
He blinked.
He blinked again.
A streak of gold struck across his vision, and he had to take a step back. He even brought his hands up to his eyes in an attempt to rub it out, but the color exploded like fireworks behind his eyes. His timepiece pulsed, hot, burning. He was dimly aware of what he was doing as he yanked it off, the chain imprinting his hand. The gold laughed. Colors were not supposed to laugh.
"Come on, Ludwig. Just five more minutes and then we can get to work."
"What do you mean, 'no smoking in the house'? Who's the Counter here? It's not like it's ruining any of our lungs."
"War's hard, Lud. No, it's alright. You – you stand back. No, you won't be failing the General. He'll hardly a clue! My report? What about my report? I'm late all the time for them, I'm sure the General expects this one to be late, too. I'll think of something. You're fine. Give me the gun now, I'll do it."
The gold thrashed. His timepiece sent out steady beat, and black melted it away like it was snow.
"Ludwig, listen, don't ever go somewhere without me. I don't care if you're a grown man a foot taller than me; you're never to go away. Do you understand?"
"I'm right here. Sheesh, don't worry so much. Ow! Well, if you don't want me to hold your hand, I'll put you on my shoulders and you'll be the Floating Boy."
"Ehhh….Let's go away now. I – uh- don't feel like something's right…"
"Luddy, damn – what did you do? No, shh, it's alright, I'll fix it…we may seem immortal, but we are far from invincible. Pfft, do you know how many times I almost got killed for the color of my hair? Here, now, don't move. I'll stitch you up and then we can go back home."
And then, for only a millisecond, just a pinprick – a flowering of silver.
When it finally faded away, his timepiece is burning in his palm and ticking stronger than ever before.
"You see?" William started, but Agent Bielschmidt turned around.
"Red Monkey? Sir."
"What is report?"
"Williams knows about Jones' traveling party, sir. He has given me names."
"Don't bother me. I know name. Kirkland and Bonnefoy – huàidàn!"
"I came to ask for another mission, sir."
"More mission? Agent Honda is having trouble; Agent Vargas is incapable -"
"A solo mission, sir. May I have one?"
"Bielschmidt, you are best one. Here, I have mission in mind."
No debe ser importante - It shouldn't be important (Spanish).
huàidàn! - Egghead (Chinese? As English word?).
Ha so StoryTime with Sveg:
Once upon a time before Christmas Break I printed out this 2p Rome art that had him holding up a bleeding heart on his sword with the words "I HAVE BROUGHT YOU THE STILL BLEEDING HEART OF YOUR ENEMY" addressed to my World History teacher who can roast honestly better than anybody like this kid was sleeping and he totally roasted him and the class just lost it but anyway this card alright so I signed it "Chinggis Khan, Qin Shihuangdi, and Vlad the Impaler" and gave it to him and I gave it to him because I swear I'm like twelve years old on the inside and later that day he's like, "Sveg, I showed your card to people. Finally, somebody who understands me" and I was like, yas, I did it, I finally did a good and like yesterday I'm waiting around in the library and he comes in and I look over and he's holding the card but it's covered in lamination HE LAMINATED IT, GUYS. LAMINATED 2P ROME AND I THINK HE'S GOING TO HANG IT IN HIS ROOM. I. GAVE. HIM. 2P HETALIA. FANART. AND. HE. LAMINATED. IT.
What else...oh, I know, I went insane last night and my sister (REAL LIFE ARTHUR KIRKLAND AND KIKU HONDA. LIKE SRSLY. SHE'S THAT ANIME GIRL WHO ONLY STUDIES AND IS ALL PRIM AND PROPER AND I'M THE ONE THAT JUST LUMPS OVER THE DESK AND MOANS BECAUSE SHE'S DOING THINGS RIGHT AND I'M TRYING BUT IT'S HARD I LACK MOTIVATION but whatever you go people like me let's band together this is why Ed Elric, Romano, and Prussia are my heroes because we're all relatively short compared to our siblings it's highly agonizing) well she made male cookies and I just want to say that I'm not big on maple syrup idk its weird I put powdered sugar on my pancakes instead though I do prefer waffles SORRY CANADA I LOVE YOU I KNOW YOUR ANTHEM AND I WANT TO LIVE IN NEWFOUNDLAND but anyway these cookies doh they the bomb highly suggest we didn't have any milk but that was okay we had to improvise but they are so good and so thanks canada for your maple syrup unfortunately we had to mix it with the crappy American straight cornsyrup and sugar stuff and contaminated it but hey the cookies are good and so thanks so much canada you the best
If you didn't read it above, you all should totally check out this story skywolf2001 and I did called "Holidays with Joseph". It's the countries at a Three Kings Day gift exchange, and because Canada knows the disaster that is sure to ensue, he brings along the province Newfoundland and anyway it's super funny at least we think so but should definitely be checked out I mean countries receive some pretty interesting stuff, especially when they're all drunk I mean of course Sealand has to infiltrate the scene and long story short there's a holiday dinosaur and a demonic clown.
Kornblumen-Krumen is another story I just came out with (I KNOW I'M SORRY I COULDN'T HELP IT) but any way it's just me trying my hand at historical fiction. It's about the Berlin Wall.
BYE Y'ALL. DON'T LET THEM HATERS GET YOU DOWN. BE FABULOUS ALL THE TIME. USE ALL CAPS AND DON'T THINK TWICE ABOUT IT. BE EXCITED ABOUT EVERYTHING. LOVE YOU GUYS YOU THE BEST THANKS FOR READING HERE WAIT LET'S DO IT HAPPY STYLE THANKS FOR WATCHING AYE SIR
Yours truly -
xxSonoSvegliato
