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Three APH Short Stories from MemesWhen I feel like writing but have no idea what to write (me? Work on my unfinished long-term stories? PPHHH, never!,) I find memes. And I write whole short stories based on the questions. There will probably be another batch of these sometime, but right now, I've filled out some of the questions from 2 different memes.
Stories 1 and 2 are from an APH meme that circulates around dA. I have no idea who created it originally. Sorry. :/ But story 3 is from a meme that I do have the link to - it's in the artist's comments.
Anyway, if you need any more incentive and/or disincentive to read this, the characters involved in these questions are Belarus, China, Japan, England, France, and myself. The only pairing is RoChu, and it's in story 3.
Here we goooo~
Question: Japan saves your life.
"N-now, Natalia," Rebecca stammered, tears beginning to run down her face as she held in sobs of fear, "you wouldn't kill... one of your own people, would you?"
"One of my
Italy - WeakStarts off super-angsty and ends a little nicer. GerIta. It's taken from my personal emotions. Yes. I'm so very very deep you guys. TT_TT ...Anyway. This definitely isn't one of my best, but it's an okay short read, I think.
Sometimes I can really relate to Italy... So, without further ado.
It was pitch black. That kind of thing scared him most of the time. Right now, he didn't care.
He wanted it dark so he could pretend he was just... nowhere. The dark was cool and forgiving and encouraged him to close his eyes. And when his eyes were closed, there was no world. Not as far as he was aware. When his eyes were closed in the silent, dark room, only he existed.
He wished he didn't, though.
This was like one of those nightmares where everything is as horrible as it possibly could be - every emotion is as intense as you can physically take without collapsing. But it wasn't a dream; he wasn't going to wake up. God, he wanted to!
England - AftermathSummary: After losing the American Revolutionary War to Alfred and having a complete breakdown in front of him (see "America's Storage Room Cleaning,") Arthur falls ill and dwells on his loneliness. But somewhere along the line, he realizes that he's maybe just a bit less alone than he assumes he is.
One-shot. Angst, but with a dash of hope. I actually came up with the idea for this in a dream. XD Contains an OC, but not a nation-tan OC. She's just a normal human member of Arthur's staff.
Words burned his mind as they played over and over in his memory. Like he was missing something, though he knew he wasn't. No, he just wanted to hear that voice for as long as he was still capable of it. He wanted to cling to the ashen remains of something that had rotted away from the inside out - so that he hadn't noticed until it had been too late.
Those words - that voice. Sweet because he could still hold onto them
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