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Snake Eyes Olivine ~Preface~ The rain was falling hard on his skin drenching him to the bones and filling his eardrums with the static sound of pitter-pattering against the cold concrete. There's still time… he thought hastily. If only he hadn't made such a stupid decision back there. He had changed. She had changed him. And now...there was no turning back. But, dammit it all, if his body didn't ache like hell! Red-hot needles and fiery waves bubbled up from underneath his skin and pulsated with an unbearable pain that shot out through his legs up to his shoulders. Cautiously, he ran his hand down to his side. It was wet like the rai

AmericaxReaderxEngland~The Loyalist~Part 1 "Promise me you'll write when you arrive safely," you said clutching your fiancé's hand. Arthur Kirkland gave you a light kiss on your forehead and smiled sadly. "I promise, _____________," he said. "And when I return, then we shall have our wedding." A single tear escaped your eye. Arthur moved forward and kissed it away. "Don't be sad, _____________," he smiled. "I'll only be a few months. You can take care of yourself for me until then, can't you?" "I'll try my best," you sniffed. "Alright," Arthur chuckled softly, but sadly. "Farewell then." "Goodbye, Arthur," you said taking your fi

AmericaxReaderxEngland~The Loyalist~Part 2 Something stirred in your heart. Whether it was a feeling of dread or expectation, you did not know; all you knew was that there was uproar in the colonies—particularly in Massachusetts—due to the recent amount of acts Parliament was enforcing. Nowadays, the colonists referred to them as the "Intolerable Acts" or the "Coercive Acts" due to the absurdity of the laws they carried. When the first act, the Boston Port Act, was enforced, the Boston harbors were shut down making getting resources extremely rare. You had noticed the supplies in the stores were beginning to dwindle, and some desp

AmericaxReaderxEngland~The Loyalist~Part 3 "A-A-Arthur!" you exclaimed. "Hello, love," Arthur smiled. Your hands were trembling, but you managed to move their way to your thought-to-be-dead fiancé's face. His skin was warm and tender like any human being should be, but there was a significant amount of wear on his physical, a probably mental, health. "Is it really you?" you whispered with mixed emotions. "Are you really here?" "As here as I'll ever be, ___________," Arthur said leaning forward and giving you a long-forgotten kiss. It was the same as you had remembered it: gentle and affectionate. You couldn't stop the tears that es

AmericaxReaderxEngland~The Loyalist~Part 4 All three of you were frozen in place when you looked into each other's eyes. Arthur's green one's were of surprise, your (e/c) ones were of shock, and Alfred's blue ones were of something darker and fiercer. "You damned Brit! I remember you!" Alfred cried tearing you and Arthur apart and reaching for the gun that was strapped behind his back. "Alfred! Don't!" you shouted, but the enraged radical thrust the sharp bayonet attached to his gun forward aiming for Arthur's heart. Your eyes remained stunned and wide open so you saw Arthur quickly pull out his rifle just in time to block the attack. He

Roderich took another swig at his beer as he walked into his precious music room.  The war was taking much more out of Austria than he expected, and felt he needed a break from all the chaos outside his house. He stared at his various musical instruments, but couldn't make up which one he should play as his stress reliever.  Finally, he chose his favorite: the big grand piano right in front of him. Roderich chugged the rest of his beer, the seventh one of that evening.   He called his maid to get him another one, his speech slur. After the maid left, Roderich staggered toward his prized instrument.  He stubble into the seat, but managed to

"Reporting sir, the Northern Military will be having a battle with the British Military in 2 days from now on. What are we going to do, sir?" Private First Class Adler said.  'A war...?' I'm here with General Beilschmidt in his office, serving him coffees. Telling him to do his own work like a boss instead of passing it to me. We became pretty close but not that "close" "Call the Western Army, tell my brother to take commands."  "Roger."  He delivered that message right away to the Western Army.  "You have a little brother?" "Ja." "You seem happy when you're mentioning him."  "Yes because he's the

You found yourself sitting around the fire with the caravan. They had traveled a few miles away from the site of your attack, in case there were other bandits nearby. Two of the women work on making dinner as the children search the camp for firewood. The elderly couple is filling up their canteens at the river while two other women get supplies out of the wagon. The man with the sword was checking on his horse that was pulling the wagon. Your horse stood next to his. Your stallion stood calmly, as if he belonged there. You felt out of place. The women and children wouldn't let you do anything to help them because you had fought for them. Th

I missed __. Her smile, her laughter, everything. I wanted to hug her again. I wanted to kiss her again. November nights were different without her. They seemed colder and depressing. Especially when I walked on the beach without her. The water seemed duller and less alive. I felt angry that Kiku, my own little brother, would take her even when he knew that __ was my life. She told me that she didn´t feel like I loved her and thought it would be nice to take a break. I didn´t want it but just to make her happy. She left and went with Kiku. It broke my heart when I saw her hug him and he let her! I felt tears fall from my eyes when I

LEGEND (f/n) ~ first name (l/n) ~ last name (n/n) ~ nickname (h/c) ~ hair color (h/l) ~ hair length (e/c) ~ eye color (f/c) ~ favorite color (2nd f/c) ~ 2nd favorite color __________________________________________________________________________________________ "What do you say, my lady, join me in a dance?" He just stood there, smiling and waiting for you to agree. Confidence etched out into every feature. "I...um...." You were trapped, that much you were sure of. He, similar to that of a spider's tactics, had ensnared you within the web of strict etiquette. You couldn't refuse him without being rude and unladylike, which would have br