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Rape or 'Become One'?[WARNING: This fan fiction contains rape, violence, fluff, perversion, crack pairings, Russia, Yaoi and fan girls]
It was a dull Saturday for all the nations, nobody was fighting, no riots or 'becoming one' had occurred and nobody seemed to want to quench the other country's yaoi needs. That was until...
"UWAHHHHH!!!" America looked up from his book 'Running a country for Dummies' and frowned. Wasn't that England? Grinning at the chance to be a Hero again he got up from his spot on the hill above the ocean and ran as quickly as he could to find Arthur. He remembered a quote from the book he had just been reading "Always be prepared for anything" and in this case the quote was strangely fitting.
"ALFRED?!" Arthur screeched in horror as the American stood there, staring unblinkingly at the scene in front of him. France was..well..doing the dirty deed, or at least trying to, to a petrified looking, naked,England. Francis' face was contorted into a sly smirk but when he c
boys' love storyOkay, I was trying to be nice about this at first, but even I have a breaking point.
"Boy's Love Story" will not be continued. Meaning, we are not going to write anymore. So please do not ask when chapter 12 will be out, when we plan on writing more or anything of the sort.
However, I have started a continuation of the story on my own. You can find it in the "Boys' Love Story" folder in my gallery.
Thank you for showing an interest in our story,
In a slow stroll, Cameron made his way down the almost deserted beach. His house was not to far from here, maybe a fifteen minute walk away. Anyway, his steel grey eyes scanned the horizon before him, taking in the scene of the sunset on the beach. He had still been walking when his thoughts were interrupted by the faint sound of light strumming on an acoustic guitar. Looking up, he saw the back of someones head gently swaying to the rhythm that the guitar played. He stopped for a moment, just listening...
The boy play
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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