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Online"I have a problem."

"You always were a worrier."

"Don't you want to know what it is?"

"Not if it's going to worry me as well."

"That's precisely why you should know it."

"I really think I'll pass."

"But-"

"No."

"…"

"Thank you."

"But…this time it's a really big deal."

"Oh for the love of- All right. All right. You win. What is it?"

"What did you think the first time you met me?"

"That's not a problem, that's a question."

"I know."

"How am I supposed to answer it exactly?"

"I don't know if your mother explained this to you, but all you have to do is open your mouth and words-"

"Shut it, smart ass."

"Then answer the q

Estonia x Reader : Pawns" ... UGH." _________ groaned. Eduard had put her king it check, for the 3rd and final time that game, beating her. For about the 5th time. "How can you do that every time!"

He chuckled, marking down another win in his notebook. "Strategy _________." he said, while picking up the rest of the pieces on the board. "That and using the pawns to get better pieces on the board."

"Yeah ... " she held the one pawn Eduard hadn't taken off the board. "Man I stink at chess." she said, giving the piece to Eduard to pack up.

"Trust me," he said, putting away his notebook and closing the zip lock bag he kept the pieces in. "Practice makes perfect."

She

In ThreesI was armed with half a deck of emotions, two thirds of a heart and eyes of a broken mirror that offered no protection to my soul. I wanted to talk about it often and whenever I needed to, the words would tangle in my mouth, come out as a compliment of a shirt, an idea that had no relevance, a conversation about the weather. I was eighteen. I wanted to be stronger, brilliant, bright like a comet in the sky. Instead, I learnt about how beds could be the most loathed places in the world, bathrooms were meant to be soaked in blood...and men with eyes like knives sometimes used them against people they loved.

I was armed with shards of strength,

Skinny Wordslook:

he was winterish blue eyes and an autumn scarf dressed in an stupid pink summer sweater that made no sense on a spring day. His shoes were converse, the kind of the skinny intellectual who had just enough money to buy one pair of decent shoes. she never really liked skinny intellectuals, yet did find herself considering them sometimes, in the way she considered coffee that was tongue scalding (horribly and without excuse).

it is odd then, that she still doesn't regret his monsoon flavoured kiss, the kind that made your tongue bleed with its passion, its heat.

understand:

he drew in uneasy catches of breath as he snored in the heat o

After Words"I wish you would give it back to me."

"Why? You'll just break it again."

"It's my heart. I will do whatever the hell I want with it."

"Yeah? Well, you take terrible care of things that are yours."

"Fine. Keep it. I am equal parts concrete and soul anyway."

"You say that, but I'm not entirely sure that you are. I think you're deep, and fragile and broken, and that makes you beautiful."

"Again, concrete and soul. "

"I wish you wouldn't make this so hard."

"So hard? I'm making this easy. You gave me dreams of half feathered swans and a stupid house on an endless beach and a city made of an ocean, and now you're taking it all away. But a

beside me.I wish you were laying here beside me. . .
Here to feel your warmth, here to give that soft comforting touch that only you can calm me with.
To hear your gentle heart beat from under your soft skin, I couldn't think of anything more soothing.
I want to get captured by your bright loving eyes and get lost in the thought of this moment lasting forever.

As I crave you to be so close, I lay here alone.
On a bed that feels too big, under sheets that seem so cold, heated by nothing more than a shell of a lovesick boy wanting to reconnect all the pieces of our devided hearts.

I wonder if you think of me too.
If you miss me.
I

Finland x Depressed!Reader Surprises

You finally made it home from a long day of school. You drop your stuff off on your floor and flop on your bed. Your whole body is tense and your head is throbbing. All of your energy was gone. At least it was Friday; whoop-dee-doo. Not like you have anything to do. Raivis did ask if you wanted to go to the movies and Alfred asked if you wanted to go to the beach but you declined both offers. "Maybe some other time, I'm kinda busy." That's what you told them. But honestly, you just didn't have the strength or energy to do anything at all.

You were about to just fall asleep. It's not like you really had anything better to do, plus it will hel

Body Speak, Mouth Don't."I need a favour. You got a minute?"

No. No I don't.
My heart feels ripped out of my chest and trampled on too often.
My ears open to screams in the morning.
My eyes close crying every night.
My mind always turns dreams into nightmares.
My lungs contract too soon for me to catch my breath.
My worries far outweigh my years.
My brain feels overworked, overwrought, so tired.
My stomach cramps every night and I curl up in pain.
My knees weaken often but I'm still standing.
My mouth goes dry and I can't speak.
My hands dampen because I have too much to think about.
My bones feel weaker than they ever have before.

But I don't think it

The Secret Club [ Pearl Harbor x Sealand ]It was just a normal day for the micronation Sealand and his best friend, Pearl Harbor. They were both having a race on his nation while ships passed by. The crew had gotten used to the sight of the two children on the nation and waved as they ran by...not like they noticed them. It was easy to see that the winner of the race was Pearl Harbor, just like it always was.
"Ha! Beat ya, Peter Pan," she said, chuckling. He laughed softly, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll beat you next time!" he said, plopping down to take a seat on the edge of the tiny nation.
Pearl Harbor quickly joined him, letting their legs dangle over the edge.
"Hey, Sealand," Pearl mumbled, breaking the silence between them.
"Yeah?"
"I'm your best friend, right?"
He was silent for a moment but, then, a grin broke out onto his face. "Of course you're my best friend! You're the only person who I can talk to about ships, about the ocean, you're really nice to me, you don't talk to me like everyone else does, you recogn

Pearl Harbor x Sealand [ Two Fish In The Sea ]Reccommended listening: Ponyo on the Cliff
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Pearl Harbor sighed, sitting on the roof of her house that overlooked the Harbor and sighed. Kicking her legs back and forth, she felt a small pang of loneliness. She realized that she was the only one that really appreciated the gleam of the sun off of a ship's hull, the only one who seemed to appreciate the work that was put into running a harbor, the only one who really could understand how much effort the sailor's put into their work. At least, out of the nations and cities. And those were the only people who would even take her seriously. It's not like she could talk to a grown, human man about this stuff.
Taking a deep breath, she shut her eyes and smiled at the scent of the salty ocean air. She just imagined herself at the bow of a ship, staring out at the large sea before he

Through My Eyes: NYCThis is a fanfiction with my OC New York City, and it is 9/11 from her point of view. If this offends you, I suggest you stop reading now.
Also, if you don't like angst, TURN BACK NOW. This is full of it.
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Date: September 11th, 2011
To whom it may concern,
So, all of my friends recommended doing this, to help with the healing process. I should introduce myself...I'm New York City, also known to most people as Quinn Catherine Jones. I'm currently sitting in my bedroom, for the first time in ten years. They just recently allowed me to move back into an apartment, and even now they won't let me go anywhere without someone. London and Paris have to move in with me, to keep an eye on me. I feel so sorry, having to keep them here just on my behalf. I can take care of myself...Well, at least, I think I can.
There are a lot of things I'm not sure of anymore. After that day, things have just been fuzzy for me. Some days are okay,

OCs [ Our Quirky Family Chp. 9 ] Tween!ReaderThirteen years old, at Uncle Mattie's, in July~
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You sighed, glancing over at Sealand and Pearl Harbor, who sat on the couch with you. You were too bored...Was it even possible for you to be this bored?
You three would've gladly been over at the Nordic household, talking and playing with Sweden, Finland, Iceland, Norway and, as much as Sweden hated it, Denmark.
But, after the last catastrophe at the house that had occured, you three had been banned from Nordic home until they could replace the couch and fix the door to Denmark's room.
The three of you still didn't know how the dresser had fallen through the door...You blamed Denmark, but the other Nordics still didn't want you around him.
So, you were stuck with Uncle Mattie. Not that you didn't like Uncle Mattie! You did, you loved him to death, but Ontario was out, as well as the rest of the provinces, a

Doormat Association Reader x Various

"I-is everyone here?" A small voice asked, almost drowned out by the sound of the person's trembling.
"I am," you murmured.
"Hai. I am here," Japan said respectfully, bowing stiffly. Canada shook his head.
"I don't think all the bowing is necessary, Mr. Japan," he started, but being the doormat he was, added, "unless you really want to."
You sighed. This was the oh-so-unfamous Doormat Association, the surface on which the world wiped their feet, after all. In a single room, all the most walked on and socially unaware countries poured out their hearts, and you only had to listen if you "truly wanted to, this not interesting nor

Russia Vs. SlendermanOne day, while Russia was at America's house, they were on the computer, playing games. America decided he'd try to scare Russia.
"Hey, Russia." America said, while playing some random game on the internet.
"What is it America?" Russia asked in his accent, looking at the fellow Ally.
"Have you ever played Slender?" America looked at the violet eyed country.
"....What is Slender?" Russia asked, confused.
America gave him an incredulous look. "You've never heard of Slender!?" he asked surprised.
Russia thought for a moment. "Uuuuummmm.....no." he smiled innocently.
"Slender is this creep who abducts you and hunts you down in the forest,

The Fujoshi Trio - LiechtensteinxReaderxHungary "Did you hear they might make a season five of Hetalia?" Eliza squealed to you, taking your arm in hers.
"Really? That's awesome!" you squeaked. "Speaking of Hetalia," you said, reaching into your bag, "I found this."
Eliza's eyes widened. "Which pairing?"
You flashed a devilish smile. "Just a little PruCan."
"Well, give it to me!" she hissed. You smiled and rolled your eyes. You handed her the suspicious stack of papers.
"I swear, Eliza. You've read more doujinshi than anyone I have ever met," you said.
"You only have one friend outside of me," she reminded you.
You paused, shrugged, and said, "You got any yaoi for m

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by *UntamedUnwanted, May 29, 2012, 11:54:40 AM
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"You're mixing water in your coke again."

"I know."

"You do that when you worry."

"I'm always worried."

"No, you're usually cinnamon-in-your-tea worried. This is water-in-coke worried and that is seriously beginning to freak me out."

"I know."

"..."

"What?"

"What are you worried about?"

"You're going to think it's stupid."

"Try me."

"Well...do you ever wonder about the kind of guy you're waiting for?"

"I think we all wonder about that guy, love."

"I've been thinking about him more often than not lately. What he would be like, I mean."

"Oh. Well...if it helps any, I know what mine would be like."

"Really?"

"Sure. He will be tall, so I have to stand on my toes to kiss him. He will be kind so I can tell him anything without fearing him judging me. He will be strong so he can carry me when I fall."

"Wow. Sounds like you have this figured out. I guess we all have some idea about what our soulmate should be like."

"You know what yours will be like then?"

"Who, me?"

"No, I'm talking to the little green man standing behind you."

"What?! Shit! He's back!"

"Very funny."

"I am, thanks."

"So you know what your soulmate will be like?"

"Sure."

"And?"

"He'll love me like he has never ever known what its like to be in mind stiring, bone crushing, soul shaking, heart breaking, completely fractured love ever before. And he should like cinnamon. "

Cinnamon Soulsby *UntamedUnwanted

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In the meantime, I'm going to have more cinnamon in my tea.

love 14 14

joy 3 3

wow 3 3

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~~fear 0 0~~

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~TheSunGazer Nov 4, 2012

The dialogue sounds so natural!

~valkvick Aug 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This is great. The very last sentence really clinches it for me, but I really liked it throughout, too. A truly serious topic with enough humor to really lighten the mood. And you're so good with the dialogue! I hate writing dialogue...lol.

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~OuroborosRagnarok Aug 10, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Who doesn't like cinnamon? I love how candid and natural the dialogue is. Frankly, I'd be surprised to hear this exact conversation hasn't happened to you before.

~Rhianimation Aug 4, 2012 Student

my favorite lines in that apart from all of it was:

"Who, me?"

"No, I'm talking to the little green man standing behind you."

"What?! Shit! He's back!"

"Very funny."

"I am, thanks."

"What?! Shit! He's back" << BEST! love it!!

~tiraluv Jul 30, 2012

This is adorable. I also love cinnamon on anything. Try baking it on chicken XD I tried predicting what my soul mate would be like, and the first guy I ever truly loved was the fine line between complete opposite and exactly what I thought. >.> So, now I've decided to just go with it.

!FlyingFishPeople Jul 30, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

You remind me of Hemingway, though that may not be entirely accurate...I only read one thing he wrote. In any case, this is really beautiful.

*SnapShot120 Jul 22, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I love how it sounds so realistic. Like normal speech. But what ties it all together is the ending statement. I think that's only because it's called "Cinnamon Souls." Amazing how the title can make that much of a difference to it's writing.

"Cinnamon Souls" is a really good name, by the way. It's a really good phrase, actually. Sounds so dreamy. But it's still down to earth somehow.

Anyway, nice job and very unique concept. I love it!

*Daveinwilton Jul 21, 2012 Professional Photographer

This is awesome!!!

~SkyeSteiner Jul 18, 2012 Student Writer

Those gerunds...had an imaginary bone crushing experience
And still

made me think "My soulmate's walking around the earth right now"

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