February ThirteenthPairing: One sided Greece/Japan, America/Japan
Warnings: Slash, Drama
For the most part, World Conferences held on or before major holidays were not favored by the attendees. In fact, such scheduling would usually result in a staggering number of absences from those who were invited to the day's summit. As a consequence, such arrangements were avoided for fear of ending up with a conference where only two countries got together and discussed global issues. Valentine's Day, however, while still significant to most, was not as much of an issue. This was likely due to the fact that most nations were either already involved with or were intending to "hook up" with other nations who would be attending the conference and thus, most did not mind (too much) having to sit through a meeting the day prior to the holiday before going about their personal affairs the next evening.
The meeting held this February 13th had already adjourned, and although Greece had foun
How I Met Your Madre - The DatePart 2
Despite everyone's skepticism, there was in fact a date the next night. At six o'clock on the dot, I stood at the bus stop where I had said goodbye to my dream girl just the other day and by six fifteen, the bus showed up with my date on it. I heard her cursing and seething at the driver even before the vehicle pulled up to the curb and by the time she stepped off, I felt certain I could see the anger radiating from her.
"Damn bus was running late," she grumbled when she was at my side and I actually found myself smiling at that. Despite the fact that she was glaring daggers at the sidewalk, I couldn't help thinking how cute it was for her to care so much about being punctual for our date.
"It's alright. I wasn't waiting for very long," I assured her sincerely. "You look... beautiful."
And she truly did. To this day, I still remember quite clearly the single shoulder, ruby red cocktail dress that she had worn that night. There were soft delicate ruffles layered on top of each
How I Met Your Madre - The MeetingRating: PG-13
Pairing: Spain/Romano, England/France, implied Prussia/Hungary, Austria/Hungary
Warning: Gender bending, AU, Human Names, Humor
Summary: "Niños, I'm going to tell you an incredible story -- the story of how I met your mother."
Antonio looked outside, glancing up at the thick gray clouds that had blocked out the afternoon sun and were currently sprinkling a few drops of pattering rain down on the ground and threatening more. He smiled approvingly at the sight, before turning towards the living room. There his two teenage children -- his son and his daughter -- sat curled up on the couch, illuminated by the glow from the television that neither one of them were watching. Instead his daughter was focusing her attention on the phone in her hand, frowning disapprovingly at the screen, while his son busied himself by flipping through the songs on the latest gadget that he had spent weeks begging his father for.
Wonderful Complications: Ch 71957
"I do not care how practical you think it will be there is no way that I will allow you to bring that dreadful old couch into my gorgeous home."
"Fine, it'll stay in my flat. I'd rather you move there instead of forcing me to cross the Channel to live in your pretentious little mud hole anyway."
"I would rather die than spend the rest of my life living on this dreary little island!"
France huffed, England scoffed, and they both went back to their respective drinks, taking a short break from the argument they had been having for nearly a year now. In all this time there hadn't been one thing that the two had agreed on (other than the obvious mutual understanding that they would go through with the ceremony) a fact that was growing more and more frustrating as time quickly ran out. Well, time couldn't run out all that quickly as there wasn't even really a set date yet, just a vague idea that they would have a summer wedding.
"Bickering again you two?" England crin
The Invincibles: Chapter 5Chapter 5 New and Improved
Arthur frowned as he fingered the frayed bit of fabric and the specks of dried blood on his old uniform. After weeks of stuffing protein bars down his throat and dragging old train cars down by the railroad, Arthur felt certain that he'd be able to slip into his old suit again and not have to worry about his flabby spare tire poking out. Not that it mattered now. The Omnidroid had torn straight through the sleeve and Arthur knew that no self respecting Super could run around in a torn suit.
He sighed, running a thoughtful hand through his spiked hair at the thought. He wasn't a professional Super anymore, hadn't been for a long time, and he had to remind himself that the little stunt he had done a while back was just a way to earn a bit of money for his family. Still, the idea of having his old costume -- one that had seen him through a number of tight spots and hairy situations -- sitting in his den with a gaping hole in it didn't appeal to him. Yet h