CalicoNekoChi

 ‘Oggi è stata una brutta giornata  [Today was a bad day.]’ Like a percussionist lost in their music, the rain persistently thudded on the metal bus stop roof. The bleak gray sky loomed over the dreary beach, deprived of the laughter and children’s screams hot summer days offered. It was a painful reminder of the encroaching autumn chill and a bad idea solely rivaled by starting a large research paper the night before it was due. This was supposed to be a special day at the beach before classes officially began on Wednesday. After spending their four-month summer break in Rome with his family, Feliciano Vargas was bac

.:Stranded in Fantastical Hell:. Chapter One A cruise, a break; that was what the countries of the G8 had been told this would be. The latest world conference, sponsored by a few American companies, was to be held on an island in the Pacific Ocean. It was to commemorate the opening of a resort in the coming weeks. Naturally, none of the personified nations questioned the ability to relax while they “worked out” (otherwise known as arguing) the problems their world was currently facing, and the solutions each could present. On the cruise ship, the first meeting was scheduled for five in the evening, so everyone could have dinner

Chapter Three: The Letter and Diary "Use magic to unlock... I suppose so. Yes, you're not as dense as you let on now are you (y/n)?" "D-dense?! What... you know what. Forget it. Just unlock the damn door Arthur! How long do we have until time starts again?" "Two hours tops." "And how long has it been, ten minutes?" "Around so," He nodded, knowing what she was getting at, "and since my magic is not unlimited we must make hast before I run out or time begins. Chances are he saw the door open and if no one is there he'll surely be suspiscious." "Right..." You muttered, curious as to why he would be suspiscious and not curious. Had Arthur d

Chapter Two: Magic in an Otaku Realm You opened your eyes to once again be locked with Arthur's emerald orbs, but something was different. This wasn't the school; this wasn't anywhere you had been before to your knowledge. Your eyes zoomed to the still birds in the bright blue spring sky outside, this of course startled you… so much in fact you were about to scream when Arthur's hand covered your mouth. Thus bringing you back to reality… er… whatever reality this happened to be. "Arthur," you shouted, pushing his hand away and punching his arm, "Where the hell are we?! Why isn't that bird moving?! How the hell did you g

“Sicily… I’m so sorry…” A copper headed young man said as he entered the tidy bedroom of a younger and smaller female. She simply stared at him with her hazel-green orbs, so filled with melancholy and anger towards the man. “Sicily, per favore… just talk to me…” he tried again, his northern Italian accent prominent in his shrill voice. His amber eyes were specked with tears as he looked upon the girl, her expression stoic as he pleaded her. The year was 1948; the place was Rome, Italy. Nearly a century had passed since the bloody wars of the Italian Unification, only a few decades had

((Author's Note: This is for my Hetalia OC Sicily. Don't like OCs, then casually walk away now and don't bother me with hate speech. It uses Evanescence's song My Immortal and those lyrics are between the slashes. [Hint* // -- //] Please enjoy)) Dear diary, For the longest I've wanted to simply be my own country... not to have something to boast about. But so I could finally stand next to my siblings and feel like an equal. Yet that dream right now seems so childish. So far. I can't even begin to see it from where I stand now. It was so close... so very close but dammit... that too had to be stolen from me... Love, Aria Celestina Vargas

Chapter One: Help Me… You created your only decision: smashing your head against your locker. Maybe you would get a concussion and get shipped to the hospital so you wouldn't have to deal with any of this. Haha! It was full proof! You flung your head forward again for a finishing blow when someone's hand stopped your advances. "What the…" your (e/c) orbs travelled over to meet the bright emerald eyes that could only belong to Arthur Kirkland, your peculiar friend. "That isn't something that you should be doing love." Did you mention that he was a complete gentleman sometimes? But also he didn't want anyone to know that he would actually do