MiraKetsueki

But as I gazed into the vastness of time I heard the sound of drums... Koschei didn't even have time to close the door behind him before Theta barreled into him, flinging his arms around Koschei's neck. "Koschei! You okay? What happened? How was it? Did anything go wrong...?" Theta peeled himself off of Koschei only to take him by the shoulders, looking him over for any kind of injury, even though he knew it wasn't likely. "Theta. I'm fine," Koschei was rarely this short with his friend, but he was sure his head was about to split apart from the pounding, and one wasn't inclined to be nice when one was in this much pain. He looked at the sh

So by the time the bar closes And you feel like falling down I'll carry you home tonight… "Such appropriate music," America grumbled as the last notes of the song slid from the speakers. He wasn't as annoyed as he was embarrassed on behalf of his boyfriend, who had once again drunk himself silly and was now clumsily throwing punches at France while slurring curses at him. Pressing his fingers to his forehead, America slid a few bills across the counter and went over to the duo, slowly and gently peeling England off of the horrified Frenchman. "Don't you think that's enough, Iggy? Seriously, dude…" he said as he hooked his arms un

Blue eyes glistened under the thick covers of the bed, spilling over with salty droplets and sliding down already wet skin, soaking into the sheets to meet more of their kind. The nation from which they came curled up even more tightly, not bothering to try to stop them. The bandages around his torso stained with fresh blood and fresh pain radiated from the wound, but it was nothing compared to the agony rooted deep in his chest and spreading to every bone, to burrow deeper into him. His lips moved wordlessly, mouthing the name of a person whose comforting presence he had always sought in childhood. Shadows and bags framed his sapphire eyes,

The worn, yellowed paper in her hand felt ten times heavier than it should have. It curled against the salty breeze, making her hold on to it tighter. The mist coming off of the waves settled over the young woman, but she didn’t move from where she stood, despite the fact that the water felt icy on her skin. Her brown eyes gazed blankly over the water, not noticing how the sun’s light glinted off of it, not noticing the deserted sandcastles that the children had made. Not noticing the visitors starting to leave the beach, the happy families, with husbands and sons and brothers back from the war. They were complete. The large boa

Prologue--Cold The rain's bitingly cold drops fell with a steady pitter-patter upon the silent town. There were no people scrambilng to get inside, there were no wisps of smoke rising up through chimneys from comforting fires, there were no lights in the windows, there was only the rain. In fact, there were no people at all in the town...only their bodies, their bloody, dismembered corpses... And there were no houses. There were skeletal leftovers of houses, along with ashes on the ground where they used to be. But no...there was one person... a small, short shape scurried away from the wreckage, wrapped in a thin cloak that will hardly prot