xdeepthinkerx

 It finally happened. My little sunflower, everyone started to notice him… Earlier: “I have some good ideas, maybe America will let me present them today.” My little Canadian smiled trying to keep up with me. We were walking through hallways trying to get to the meeting on time. America was having it at his home again, I would have much rather skipped this meeting if Matthew wasn’t so keen on going to it. The area smelled of greasy burgers and stale fries, not to mention the aroma of all kinds of shakes filling the air, it was a bit nauseous. “And if he doesn’t I still have my pipe, Da?” I smile

 The sun light flittered through the open curtains, tickling the eyelids of a small child. Her hair puffed up on the pillow, hiding the face buried beneath the blanket. She slowly woke up from her dream of adventures and sugar, sitting up and yawning in the process. It was quiet except for a few birds chirping and she rushed out of her room and down the hall, straight to her parents room. It was a ritual, every day she would check the weather outside the window, decide the closest holiday and then check for her parents. Well not necessarily both but she always looked and listened for her father. A figure creating light snoring from beneath th

Patient words, that's all they really were. But in between the verses spoken, laughter and happiness swelled through. Every emotion shown through the deep orbs that stared back at me, or maybe not even me half the time. Sometimes they drifted from cracks in sidewalks, to the bright blue sky, sometimes even to the rain slowly scattering itself out the window. Sometimes, when I didn't feel like talking, which is hardly ever, I would let myself catch sight of your eyes and I would imagine all the conversations we've had and what we will talk about.  Just doing that, made me feel less anxious and made me feel a bit more at home. Even when I can't

 In a few seconds, something behind his back spread out, they were stained white and polluting the air with light. "M-Matvey?" I asked almost a bit breathless.... "W-well here they are..." He whispered, he looked almost upset though. "Matvey, I would have never guessed you had something... Like this to show me." I said smiling a small bit. "Yeah, no one ever does." He chuckled back. "...Is there something wrong?" I finally asked. "These." He said pointing at his wings. "These are what's wrong, this is why most people avoid me. I hate them so much, you're probably going to avoid me after this too... But that's okay." He starte

 Matthew and I had started our walk together to get some lunch. We walked for a while, parts we enjoyed in a nice silence, and other parts had small words spoken. We had finally decided to go to one of the local resturaunts he knew. As we sat down we made more short conversation. All was going well until he asked me one question..... "So why does everyone avoid you?" He asked, he wasn't looking directly at me, he was switching his gaze from his cup to my eyes. I didn't really know how to answer him. If I lied he would figure out the truth soon enough and probably hate me. But if I told him it all right now, well, I don't know how he would

 You know what I absolutley hate? When you are just sitting outside and some random person drives by, and as they drive by they slow down. But it's not bad enough that they just drive by slowly, all stalker like. No. Of course they have to BACK UP IN THE ROAD! Then they sit there for a good second or two and pull into your drive way. Did they even think of my reaction? No, they just wanted to be all creepy and they probably do this for fun on a daily basis. Anyway, as I was about to duck and run, they rolled down their window. And who the heck do I see? Some random girl who is WAY too obsessed with cats and slugs. By now I reckognize this per

 As the meeting dragged on I kept glancing at the male next to me. He seemed to be pretty upset, now that was a feeling I had known. Not that I would be telling anyone soon, but it was nice to know I was not the only one suffering from it. For a couple more moments I stared on and tried to think of the best thing to do, finally I decided to just ask him what the problem was. I was a "Guardian" after all, and right now I didn't see any need to stop at only helping MY people. So at a pause between the crude voice of America, and the louder voice of the German arguing back and forth I decided to try. I lightly poked his shoulder and his head fle

 "Love is just a game, it is nothing more than false emotions.... It may seem warm but it turns bitter and cold in seconds....." That's what I was taught since I was young, I had grown up believing it. I never knew the true happiness of the emotion. Which probably suited me well, because every time I had happiness it would always get taken away. Not like I needed any real happiness, especially the false kind that went well with this called love. Now, I'm not saying I was a depressed mess, I just didn't feel anything half the time. I just went about my job, tormented some souls and served as a distant reminder of sin and upcoming tragedies

SMASH! The sound of shattering glass spread amogst the rooms in Mr. Russia's house. I took a gulp, that was the third vase I had smashed this week. I scurried around to get a broom, using my false hope in praying that Russia hadn't heard. My dreams broke the minute I felt a gloved hand on my shoulder. "Another vase?" He asked, I could feel  his creepy purple arau spreading out from behind him.   "Mr. Russia! I'm sorry I'll clean it up right away." I said scurrying to sweep it all into the garbage. "Toris... I think we should have a chat in my office..." He said a bit sternly pointing to his door. "Meet me when you are done cleaning."