Gerold-the-Koala

It had been over a month since he had taken you. A month in hell. You were now Russia’s wife. Not LEGALLY, but you were under Russia’s roof. He was the law. He had insured you knew that on the first night you had arrived. You had the love bruises to prove it.  But those weren’t the only bruises you bore. He often hit you. Mostly when he was drunk or when you had upset him somehow. He always kissed the wounds though. He also made you wear dresses. Night gowns as well. He said he always wanted to see his “Sunflower” at her cutest. You hated those dresses. You hated this place. You hated Russia. The only thing yo

Your life, thus far, sucked. Currently you were being tossed around by the scruff of your neck like a ragdoll. Some young boys had snatched you up from your sleeping spot under the bench and decided a game of catch was in order for a stray like you. You knew children could be cruel, but never before had you experienced such terror at their small hands. You cried for mercy, making pathetic mewling sounds as you were tossed back and forth. You attempted to scratch at them, if only to make them stop. “Hey!” You hit the ground as the children scrambled away, hopping onto their bikes in retreat. You found out why as a shadow crept o

Spain's house was huge. Huge and filled with gold, food, and music. The carpets and walls were a rich red and the furniture made of expensive polished wood. "Don't worry, chica." Spain said with a cheerful smile. "We will have a great time during your stay." Louisiana felt her heart hurt at the thought of being away from her Papa, but at least she had her ditzy uncle to make the stay more cheerful. "Here, let's go see your room." Spain grinned. He took her small hand and led her up the stairs. He opened a door, allowing her inside first. Louisiana looked around the room. "Do you like?" Spain asked. Louisiana smiled. "Oui, it is very nic

Goose bumps ran along your arms. Damn it, he was doing it again. You looked out of the corner of your eye across the meeting table. Yep. Russia was staring at you, a childlike grin on his face. Your face heated as you looked over at America, who, for once, was listening intently as England spoke. You were at the world conference meeting, where England was currently giving a presentation of border wars. A bit shyly you tugged on America's sleeve. He looked over, his eyebrows raised. Your (color) eyes connected with his blue ones and he understood. "He's doing it again, isn't he?" He whispered, anger lining his voice. You gave slight nod, a

"I—I just don't know if I can do this!" Matthew whispered in a panic as Alfred attempted to fix his tie. "Of course you can bro! You love her right?!" Alfred laughed, showing a bit of frustration with the red fabric. "More than anything GAHK--" Matthew gasped as Alfred pulled a little too tightly. "Then it should be no problem, mon ami." Francis said, swatting Alfred's hands away from the Canadians neck. He loosened the tie's grip, allowing him some oxygen, and adjusted it into place. He then stepped back to admire his handiwork. "B—but what if I mess up, or slur my speech, or—What if she says no?" Matthew's heart twisted at the very thou

Louisiana held her Papa's hand as they made their way through the night. France could feel his heart ache as they walked through the dark forest. He had already lost one baby, he could not stand to lose another. But in a way he was still losing her. But at least she'd be safe from England. They arrived at the rendezvous point, a small moon-lit meadow. A figure was on a horse on the other side, awaiting them. France swallowed the lump in his throat as he led his ange to her future. "Hola amigo." Spain's voice greeted softly. His green eyes shone brightly in the moon light. France's face conformed to a broken smile. "Bonjour, mon ami. Thank

You sat on the river bank, reading Hans Christian Andersen's work "The Little Mermaid". It was such a sad story, but you loved it anyway. Though it was hard to concentrate with the racket that was taking place down by the river. Your buddy Alfred Jones had invited you to a picnic with his friends, Gilbert and Mathias, all of whom were currently thrashing around in the water. Alfred climbed up onto one of the rocks. "CANON BALLLLL!!!!!" The other boys attempted to run for cover, but alas, none could escape the American's enormous tidal wave. Alfred popped his head back out of the water. He looked over at you, waving excitedly. "How was tha

"(Name)?" Ludwig called as he entered your house. "(Name)? Are you home?" "In here, Ludwig!" Ludwig made his way into the kitchen. You stood by the counter tossing a salad, your body dancing to "Gangnam Style" which had just come on the radio. He blushed a little and smiled at your attire, shorts and a t-shirt. You were so cute. "Heeeeeeeey, sexy lady!" You sang along with Psy, hopping like a cowboy. You turned to look at him. "Luddy dance with me!" Ludwig shook his head. "Nein. I don't zink so." "Come on!!! It's fun! Oh, right, sorry. I forgot you were allergic to that stuff." You said with a giggle. Ludwig furrowed his eyebrows, and l

Lightning cracked across the sky and the thunder let out a mighty roar. You gave a squeak and hugged Tim's pet rabbit closer to your chest. The bunny squirmed slightly at the strength of your grip and you loosened your hold on it. You hated storms. With a passion. You began to tremble as the wind caused the tree branches to rake the roof of the house, making a screeching sound. You buried your face in the bunny's fur for comfort. KA-POWWW! A flash lit up the room. You gave a terrified squeal and crawled out from under the bed. "Tiiiim!" You whined as you ran down the hallway to his bedroom, the bunny bouncing in your arms. You opened the

France opened the bedroom door ever so slightly. His two little darlings were already asleep in bed, their chests moving in a rhythmic pattern of up and down. A small smile cracked his weary face. It had been a week since England's…"visit", and France had been nearly ripping his hair out in fear. Not for himself, of course, but for the two sleeping angels in their bedroom. It had gotten to the point where France nearly had an anxiety attack every time they went out into the garden to play. He knew that England would be coming for them soon, but what was worse is that… he didn't know if he could stop him from taking them. England had more re