Hetalia Academy 8Romano patted down the hallway. That stupid Spaniard hadn't escorted him today, and he ended up having to ask a few random strangers for help. Every time he would walk into class the teacher would watch him sit and ask why he was late. Though they were sympathetic since he was new, they wondered why he had help his first days but not today? All he could say was that Antonio left him in the dirt that day and he had to find his own way around this giant ass school. Not like that, of course. At least, not loudly.
When his last class of the day was over, Lovino scratched the back of his head in annoyance. Where was his dorm building again? That hall or that hall? He muttered under his breath, his native tongue flowing from his lips.
The Italian turned around, seeing the familiar face of his new friend, Matthew Williams. But this time, the usual pale, clean face resembling cool, Roman marble was replaced with a dark, burning red as if the snowy skin had been nearly burnt. T
-In Awe- a short story
What horrible deeds have been done with the Virgin Mary standing in the lawn? Every street, every house, every thing in this neighborhood is splashed with milky moonlight. Thousands of Virgin Mary statues stand silently, and peacefully in the dark just beyond the hazy shadows. Evil deeds shall be done. No matter what anyone believes or doesn't believe.
Its best to understand that before you die. Or maybe as you die. The agony between life and death put a lot of things in order for me. Things like school, and my mom's work, they seemed so petty and far away. The humming of a caring person was held much closer to my heart. It was Ode to Joy. As I burst from my human cocoon. He was humming Ode to Joy. As the bath water turned crimson. It was joy! As I slowly died, and was slowly reborn.
I want to ask this gentile person the lyrics to that song. I want to flex my wings and fly to wherever Beethoven is and kiss the hand that wrote such beauty. I am