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Ivan smiled at the albino's horrified face. Smirking he walked over to the trembling figure that lay on the stone floor in front of him. It seemed like only a day had passed since the former nation defied Ivan's will. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The American stood, glancing at his allies before turning his attention to the duo that stood in front of him. The Aryan, bloody and weakened from his country's inner turmoil, looked ready to collapse onto the tiled floor. Next to him stood his brother, who held onto his younger brother, murmuring comfort to him and kissing his cheek. He had been the only one who had stayed until the end; he refused to let his b

"Heh. You called me here for that?" That voice I knew it, but I couldn't name it. God, why did my head hurt so much? I opened my eyes, blinking trying to adjust to the light. Looking around, I couldn't recognize anything. Where on Earth was I? "I'm sorry, my Lord. You said you wanted a pure soul, and he was the only mortal I could find. Please forgive me." This snapped me out of my thoughts. Arthur, than it all came flooding back to me. No it had to be a trick of some sort, special effects, of course! "Well yo-" That voice, it couldn't possibly be the devil. "He's awake." Next thing I knew the door had been kicked in. Startled, a yelp escap

To see the smiles It is to see How hideous they are Smiling so pretty How I desire To make them see They are not real They never will be No one realizes They are fake An act of kindness No They never will be They never have been Of course I will never speak For I will be hushed Never to be heard Even though I go along Listening to the smiles Always whispering Watching Listening Waiting For a simple word Then they will swoop And catch their prey

That smile How could it look so warm Grinning at pain Those eyes Colder than ice What would it take To see emotion in them Look deep See past the ice Into the child's heart And fall Never to climb back up

I approached the abandoned looking house. I glanced around, looking for anyone who might be watching. Gathering up my courage, I grasped the rusted knocker. Bang. Bang. Bang. Even with the warm weather, I shivered. This place gave me the creeps. 'It fits him than.' I thought sarcastically. Why was I even here? Was I really truly that desperate? 'No. I know Arthur can't help me. I'm just letting him try his 'magic'.' To bad magic doesn't exist, if it did it wouldn't be able to help me. Ludwig is the school idol; he'd never look at me even if he were under a spell. "Ah, you came." I looked up, startled from my thoughts. I relaxed when I saw

The stationary fell to the floor, as Francis bolted out of his manor. It couldn't be true1 Angleterre was cruel, he knew that, but he couldn't possibly do something this horrific. The thought of Jeanne, his sweet Jeanne, burning… No he couldn't think that way. He willed his feet to go faster. When he reached his destination, he knew it was happening. London, the most crowded city in England, was empty. France whirled around, tears in his eyes hoping to find someone, anyone, to tell him his fears weren't true. "My dear boy, she's here. Please save the girl who never gave up faith. Save my messenger." Said a hollow voice. Francis whi