PrincessSelenastar

You were humming to yourself as you pulled your shiny (car color) (car type) into your good friend Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, aka Spain’s drive way. You were sure he was aware of your arrival; your radio was up as loud as it could go blasting a Spanish song Antonio had introduced you to. You were still humming it as you knocked on the door. “What do you want-a?” a child’s voice asked as the door opened. Standing there was an Italian boy. He had chestnut hair with an adorable little hair curl coming from the right side of his head, honey gold eyes, wore a pink shirt, blue slacks and had an apron on. “Why hello th

Just as a little note, (Y/N) is your name, (Y/L/N) is your last name, (e/c) is eye color, and (h/c) is hair color. Happy reading! You sighed softly as you sat on your living room couch, waiting for your longtime friend Arthur Kirkland, also known as England, to arrive. You were supposed to be watching Doctor Who together, but he was uncharacteristically late. “Arthur…where are you…” you muttered to yourself. Suddenly, there is a knock at your door. You perk up hopefully and rush to answer the door. You pull it open to see your British friend standing there, smiling happily. “Hullo (Y/N), how are you this fine

She is beautiful and confident Brave, honest, and caring. She is strong, she can crush you. She is small and delicate Afraid, timid, and mournful. She is weak, you can destroy her. The girl is complicated and has many sides. She is a gift, so cherish her.

Chapter 3: Flowers in June! "Usagi, we've been walking forever! Let's sit down for a little while!" Sven whined at me. He was lagging behind me as we made our way towards the next town. It had been three weeks since we had agreed to travel together, and he had kept most of his part of the bargain. He cooked, and I called the shots. He did whine, but I always won in the end. "Sven, we can rest when we get to the village. It's just up ahead, I swear." I told him. I wanted to rest too, but we needed to get to the town. We had no food left, and barely any water. We desperately needed provisions so we could continue our search for my former lor

Chapter 2: Sven, the Wandering Shinobi! "Get out of our village, you yokai! We don't need your kind of riffraff here!" I ran as fast as I could, trying to avoid getting hit with rocks, and anything else the villagers threw at me. My reputation had spread throughout the area, and rumors that I was a yokai had begun. Suddenly, I heard voices merge with my pursuers, but coming from in front of me. I looked up to see a boy around my own age running towards me, he also had pursuers. "You womanizing rogue! Get out and stay out!" His pursuers shouted. He had brown hair, tied back into a messy, half-done ponytail, and he had piercing emerald gr

The shadow of the day has come over me. I walk these lonely streets, which wear the bright colors of fall, in evening. Where am I going; I walk eastward. I now see a pale light in the west, but I cannot turn. I long to pursue the pale glimmer of hope, and escape the death of autumn, My heart yearns for light, beauty, and music. With new eyes I now look at the eastward path And see not death, but the promise of new life when I come out of the harsh cold. I will not die in the dark cold, but instead I will survive, and be stronger than ever before. These leaves shall forever be my symbol of a promise of life and renewal.