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Story Lines!
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Answer 1

Here's Mine! It's Hetalia!!


Brothers Again


After the fall of the Berlin Wall Germany and Prussia would go home to their shared house. They would each retire to their rooms but Germany would stare at the ceiling for a time before going to his brother. Germany would stand next to his brother for a moment, seeing how the silver moonlight shining off Prussia's even more silver hair, how it illuminated his face, see how peaceful he looked laying there.
Germany would silently lay down next to his brother, and Prussia would just as silently smile and put his arm around his little brother, pulling him close. Germany would put his arm across his brothers chest and say;


"Guten Nacht mein Bruder, ich liebe dich." Good night my brother, I love you.

Prussia would smile once more and tighten his hold, saying:

"Schlaf gut mein Bruder, ich werde dich nicht verlassen." Sleep well my brother, I will not leave you.
They would fall asleep that way, in each others arms, finally at peace because they were together again.


***

Across the globe America would not see this but he would seem to know, he would be thinking about how these two brothers had stayed faithful to each other, how they had stayed together no mater what. He would think of his own brothers, his eldest in particular.
He and his younger brother, Canada, had not seen their older brothers in a while, or if they had seen them they hadn't exactly been getting along. America turned from watching the sky and went to where he knew Canada would be, sitting under a maple tree watching the wind blow through the grass. He would kneel next to his brother and they would look each other in the eye. America would hold out a hand and say:

"Maybe it's time we went to see them."

Canada would nod and take his hand, they would start towards the English coast and go their own ways there.


***

Canada would go to France's house, knew he would find him at a table with a full glass of wine in his hand, knew that he would be quite, that he would stare at that glass but not drink it. Canada would call his name quietly and he would look up, something would pass silently between them that only they would understand, France would set down his glass and hold up his arms to Canada. Canada would sit in his lap and hold onto him, after a while France would say:
"Je suis désolé de t'avoir laissé avec l'Angleterre, ma petite." I am sorry I left you with England, my little one.

Canada would tighten his hold on his older brother, knowing he spoke of the French and Indian War, and say:

"C'est bon, je veux juste rester avec toi maintenant." It's alright, I just want to stay with you now.
They would stay there for a time, Canada finally in his brothers arms again, France with his little one to hold again. As the light faded outside France would do something he hadn't been able to in a long time, he would sing to his little brother, and Canada would sleep in his brothers arms.

***

America would be hesitant as he approached the forest, only his older brother would put a chair, a side table, and a candle in the middle of the forest to read. But America could also understand it, he himself loved how the last rays of twilight played through the trees and reflected off the mist, it made the forest seem truly magical. America would see a small flickering light in the distance and he would hear the night birds singing, he would walk forward and see that in front of him England would indeed be sitting in his chair reading, his back turned to America.

America would stop a little ways away, he had been so sure of this but now that he was there he didn't know what to do. He would hear England say something and after a moment the words would become clearer, though they were still quiet and sad:
"America, why did I go to war with you my little brother? Why couldn't I just let you go? Oh America I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for what I did."
America would hear his brothers words and he would relax, he would walk forward and gently put his arms around his brothers shoulders, and he would softly say:
"I forgive you brother."

England would give a small start, would be surprised by his brothers presence, but he would calm quickly and put his hand to his brothers arm. Just as softly he would say:

"America. What are you doing here?"

America would release his brother and come to kneel next to him, his hand still on his brothers shoulder, would look into his brothers eyes. He would see the sadness and the pain in them, see the longing to be with his brother again, and he would know that England would see the same in his own eyes. Their voices still quiet and gentle they would speak, and America first would say:

"I wanted to see you brother."

England would raise a hand to touch his brothers face and would respond.

"I have missed you."

America would lean into his brothers touch but not break eye contact.

"And I you."

That would be all they had to say, even after the Revolutionary War, they still knew each other well. America would drop his hand and sit next to his brother, would lean his head against England’s leg, and as England stroked his hair America would look up at the stars peeking through the trees, and he would think:

"Germany and Prussia, France and Canada, and now England and I. Perhaps tonight is a night for Reuniting and Forgiving."

Answer 2

YAY!

Answer 3

WOW that's allot of reading

Answer 4

Sorry @LaceyLeanne I write long storys, actually that's one of my short ones...... :)

Answer 5

ok heres one.

Holding on to dear life as you look at me while i struggle to hold on to your hand. You said you would never let me fall, but yet you let go of my hand and you watch me fall into the cruel earth called world. I trusted you with my soul, but yet you go and let me drop from the sky, I don't understand it and i might not ever will. But i will still always love you, even as i turn to dust.....

what yah thaank

Answer 6

@issrabi what do you think

Answer 7

lol me dono

Answer 8

lol i like urs star

Answer 9

@bucknaked

Answer 10

lol thanks, im a writer

Answer 11

i can tell

Answer 12

lol if its in my head, it goes on paper...

Answer 13

wow i used to be like that now i stoped writing

Answer 14

lol never stop wi=riting, i cling to this story, bc he did me wrong....

Answer 15

omg i dono y i stoped im so stupid

Answer 16

u can pick up where you left off

Answer 17

lol i have three published books already

Answer 18

lol keep writing then i have 12 short stories published

Answer 19

Here's a poem :)

The Sun and Moon.

The sun has risen, a new day has dawned.
The moon is set, the night has slept.

The warmth fills the world,
The cold receades.

The creatures of day come out to play,
The creatures of night go to sleep.

The sun is a flower that blooms in the dawn,
The moon is a flower who blooms in the night.

~Wolf



What do you guys think????

Answer 20

As a pup, i strive to move forward from the doubt that is in the ocean of fear. It clings to my coat like a thick heavy mud that would never be separated from the mud hole that it is in. The clouds move forth, but its a pity they don't stay. They were like the friends i have never had, and yet they still run from me. They run like ever one else does. And they leave me the same like how everyone else has left me. I am still on my own, even now. And the only thing that keeps me company is the whispers of the wind that tell me how cruel life is. I listen to the wind, who whispers in my ear and tells me that I shall always be alone, that no one will want me. Until the day I met them. They were so kid to me, they loved me, and they never left me. The wind got furious, I never knew the wind could create a monster, but it did. The monster was like a whirlpool in the air, it screamed and cried, yelling at me for what i had done. It told me that the only one who would ever love me was the wind, because only the wind knew the secrets I kept deep inside. I didn't want to listen, but yet i did. It was a mistake for me to do that. I shouldn't have listened to the wind, instead I should have stood up tall. When the storm had died down, I then remembered everything that had happened. I now know why i was chosen to lead this road, my friends were alive still, but they weren't here. The wind had torn us apart, and I swear I shall find them. And if i don't then they'd have no reason to call me WhisperRae, The Daughter of Haunted.



(Beginning of the Second Stand to Haunted The First Stand)

(c) Written by: Amber Thompson (Haunted9)

NO STEALING ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!

Answer 21

Yes, I forgot to mention. PLEASE DO NOT TAKE MY STORIES OR LINES!!!!!!! They are mine and I would like them to stay that way. Thanks. :)

Answer 22

"Are you crazy!?!?!?"

"No. I'm quite happily insane."


Sorry, couldn't resist. People always ask if I'm crazy, this is what I should say next time. :)

(c) Written by: StudyGirl21
NO STEALING ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!

Answer 23

My family wonders why I act the way I do, they wonder why I don't seem like myself.
They say I have myself confused with other people, that I am imprinting off of people who are not me.
They cannot understand me sometimes, and they wonder why.

They think it's wonderful that I write, but never find the time to read my stories.
If they only would mabey they would see part of my problem,
Mabey they'd see my pain.
My characcters and their surroundings can only show what I feel inside,
Yet nobody ever takes the time to look,
Yet they wonder what is wrong with me?

~StudyGirl21
~Wolf
10/1/13





These headphones, I wear them every time I sit down.
I use them to block out all sound, all distractions,
So I can focus on my work.
Yet still I think I hear my name called, when nobody has spoken,
Why do I fear that one day their voices will sound an I will not hear them?
Why do I fear that one day these headphones will be all that is left,
And their voices will fade away?

~StudyGirl21
~Wolf
10/1/13


Written by: StudyGirl21
NO STEALING ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!

Answer 24

@Falco276 @deelove @TheCatMan You guys should check this out.

Answer 25

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9623768/14/THE-DARK-NEBULA-INFILTRATED-KHS
Here is a crossover between Metal Fight Beyblade and Kingdom Hearts. :)

Answer 26

Thanks Falco! Anybody else?

Answer 27

@LaceyLeanne @aysian97 have you guys checked this out yet??

Answer 28

@*STAR* that was beautiful!

Answer 29

The Forever Changing Dragon

The Forever changing Dragon
(Summery)

The Boy, the Man, and the Dragon

Peter finds a cave holding a dragon and later on the dragon is passed on to Peter’s son Joseph and then Joseph learned he was a wizard from his grandfather Bob and Bob showed him the ways in wizardry and then he went to his fathers grave and saw a women who the dragon knew and that woman was the Queen of the elves and saw Joseph and walked away not to be seen till later. But I am not going to spoil that cuz wass the point in a mystery fantasy? So if you wanna read on read the next two books. I promise you will not be disappointed.
See you later reader.

if u wanna read the rest just go to the link that fallows:
http://www.booksie.com/fantasy/book/sport2933/the-forever-changing-dragon

Answer 30

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9713930/1/Running

Answer 31

@RedGuy, that's nice!