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Love is an art ch.1Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

Romania: Demitri Popescu, Bulgaria: Nikola Georgiev Asenov

Love is an art

Chapter One: Demitri Popescu
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Nikola Georgiev Asenov is a junior in college. He has switched majors a few times in the last four semesters; starting with a biology major, then veterinary sciences, then psychology, and now he is on funeral. It's strange to him, just how fleeting his interest is in things, but it's just a matter of circumstances really. Biology had too many parts of the body to memorize and was too study-centralized, veterinary sciences
APH: Harsh lessonsWhen dreams no longer offer rest and escape from a harsh world, they become nightmares, terrible reminders of a past we had thought that we left behind.

"And so the great and powerful Centurion finally defeated the great dragon and conquered the city. Women worshipped and men envied him, but for himself he only wanted the best, the king's beautiful daughter. And so began a new golden age in that once accursed city." Rome flashed a wide smile and rolled up the scroll. "Wasn't that a fantastic story? Battles, fights, monsters, wars and women!"

"Tell me more stories, Grandpa Rome!" Chibitalia asked. He could barely sit, so exciting the story h
The KillerThe Killer
By
Jonathan Brothers

The thing about not being seen, is not to act suspicious.  You walk like you belong there or have a sensible purpose.  Take what he was wearing at this very moment: a simple brown delivery man's outfit.  Simple and effective.

The nice thing is that he hadn't gotten any blood on the uniform from last time he wore it.  Heck, he wore it last night.  That meant it still worked and still could be used.

So because of those idiotic cops, he's going to need it once more.  One more time to show them.  But that's ok, not a problem, just a bump in the road.

He liked to think that it was the motivation to push up his
FairytaleRound and round, up and down, like an oxymoron. The carousel is spinning faster and faster, the festive lights shining in the surrounding night. This is the way carousels used to be enjoyed, as visions of beauty, free and unrestrained in the electric night, not as cheap imitations of past grandeur during the daytime hours. The horses prance along, following the lead horse around on a never ending racetrack. The only difference is, tonight, the lead horse has a rider. Young woman in a pretty pink satin dress. She's like a fairytale, a vision of beauty, free and untouchable. Red lips, dark hair cascading down her back, bare feet with the nails
9 Cultures And Their Demons... Ch.1 (Germany)A mummer, a whisper, hushed tones and crying.  Sounds. They echoed from sitting water, yet the owner nowhere in sight. Distant they resembled screams of terror, but as the Arian came closer to the water's edge it formed into a melody.

Sweet and elegant, they evolved, into the enchanting tune. Sounds so beautiful that it was not meant for mere man to hear. But like any telling, the antagonist is not of the normal type. A representation of a culture, a land and of a race. It felt and feeled, like a flesh and blood being.

Its body was of perfection, the work of God's hands could only do such a charming work. A fair shade covered its crafted bo
Seeing Red...SEEING RED 
Softest billows flowing
That paint my mind with red
Sacred, wondrous rapture
I find within your bed
Dreams like ribbons drew me
Your window open wide
The sweet perfume of youth
Each called me to your side
Peacefully you slumbered
So innocent and pure
The beast within me rising,
It just could not endure
Your throat warm and pulsing
 Like magic it enticed
My weakness I'll concede
The blood that gives me life
For you I spun a web
A dream of blissful love
In my arms I took you
Touch gentle as a dove
You in rapture moaning
My fangs sliced through your flesh
Crimson joy exploding
As on your life I fed
All to soon you're dying
Life hanging by a thread
But there's no way to stop
Not while I'm seeing red...
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     "No."
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     "No."
 
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That was the answer in my mind, but when he looked up at me with those big, round, innocent violet eyes and asked me if we would ever see each other again, I think I lied to him.
"Of course! Friends always see each other again . . . and we are friends no
Never grow up. Chap 1. Vlad's eyes open in a strange room. What happened? He sat up, he was in a strange smelling room a with itchy blankets. There was a lamp beside him and a blanket. There was a suitcase in the corner of the room and a bathroom attached into the suite. The little boy sniffled, tears filling his eyes. Where was he? Where was his room? Where was his blanket and toys? Vlad crawled out of the sweet smelling bed and looked down. He was only wearing a really large version of one of his shirts. His eyes teared up more. He was so confused! He ran from the room, crying as went on.
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Kiku, The Boy Who Drew CatsOnce upon a time somewhere in Asia, there lived a little boy called Kiku Honda. He lived in a nice house with his guardian Wang Yao along with some adoptive siblings. While the other children were very helpful, all Kiku ever did was draw pictures of cats in the dirt with his stick. This strange obsession had being going on ever since he was able to clench his fists and his family couldn't sta
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14th State
March 4th, 1791

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Dear Diary-Finland

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January 27

Dear Diary,

Today Denmark, Sweden, Iceland and I went over to Norway's place to watch the northern lights. It was wonderful! Denmark and Iceland made a bet to see who could eat the most Frikadeller. Ironically, Iceland one. And then he passed out for a few minutes from being too full. Too bad he couldn't eat the rest of our dinner. Sweden even pulled a prank on Norway and pushed him into the river. Everyone laughed, including Norway. I didn't know Sweden had a sense of humor! He looked like he was really enjoying himself, a rare sight!

Man, it felt great to be together with them! We never really get together that often to hang out as brothers, so today was really a great day to meet up! Everyone seemed really happy to be together. I whish we could get together like this more often…

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January 28

Dear Diary,
Just another normal day. I went to go see if Iceland wanted to hang out with Sweden and I, but we knocked like five times on his door and he wouldn't answer. Actually, I found that a little creepy. He doesn't leave his house that often. I wonder where he could have gone.

I've also recently been having creepy dreams following the Northern Lights night. I told Sweden about but he says it's nothing. Though, I'm not too sure…

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January 29

Denmark and Sweden were arguing again today. They can never ever settle an argument themselves!
Oh, and we had learned that Iceland had gone to India for some sort of environmental conference. I'm so proud of him! He's got a huge role in that conference!

But I had one of those scary dreams about him. I dreamed that the plane he was flying in crashed and he died in the crash. It made me really paranoid, so I called to check on him. He said he was fine and he made it to India safely. I was so relieved!  
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January 30

Dear Diary,
Oh dear. Today Denmark and Sweden got into a huge fight. Norway tried to break them up, but he wasn't very helpful. He just ended up in the way of a chair.  It made me really scared when Sweden threw that chair at Denmark.  But I nearly had a heart attack when the chair hit Norway. His head was bleeding so we called the hospital. Thank God it wasn't as serious as we thought! Sweden and Denmark worry me too much…

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January 31

Dear Diary,
I woke up in the middle of the night thanks to another really scary dream.
In the dream, I found myself in a hospital bed. In the room, there were no windows or anything. When I looked at my hands, I found that they were covered in blood. I looked at were my stomach should have been, and instead, there was a massive, bloody hole that had replaced my heart, lungs, and stomach. I turned to see those same organs lying on a large table next to huge knives and saws. I also found that my legs had been strapped to the bed. I tried to scream, but instead a ton of blood flowed out of my mouth.
And then I woke up, sweating like crazy. I was too scared to go back to sleep so I was really tired throughout the rest of the day.

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February 1

Dear Diary,
Denmark left Northern Europe for a while. He said he was off to make new friends, but I really think it's to get away from Sweden. I heard that he made friends with these really popular nations like Miss Hungary and Mr. Spain. I'm happy that he made some new friends, and that there won't be too much fighting for the next few weeks. Still, Sweden seems kind of stressed. I wonder what's bothering him…

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February 2

Dear Diary,
Once again I had a creepy dream. In this dream, I was standing in front of a log cabin in a huge field full of flowers. It was sunny and the sky was clear. I thought it looked really nice, but then, a bunch of bloody hands began sprouting out of the ground. The sky remained clear and sunny, but blood was dripping from it. Then, my skin began melting and peeling. The log cabin door opened up and I could see a bunch of random limbs and organs piled on top of each other.

Then I woke up in the morning. During breakfast, I told Sweden about the dream. He looked at me with that blank look of his but I'm pretty sure he thought I was going insane.
Am I going insane? I've started to wonder that myself.

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February 3

Dear Diary,
When I woke up this morning, I couldn't find Sweden or Sealand anywhere. Then I noticed a note on my desk. It said that Sweden had gone out for some time to relieve his stress. He never said when he'd come back. I guess that means Sealand tagged along…But their still not back yet…I'm worried…

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February 4

Dear Diary,
Sweden and Sealand aren't back yet! What is going on? Why is everyone leaving me alone? This house is really eerie when no one's around. I wish I had someone I could go to, but nobody's available! Denmark and Iceland are out doing their own things, Norway's in the hospital from his head injury, and Sweden and Sealand are gone! There is no one to talk to. There is no one to hang out with. I'm all alone with these creepy dreams…I hate being alone…

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February 5

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February 7

I can't stand this…There is too much darkness…Nobody is here…I'm all alone…I've gone mad…I hate this……I hate this……I hate this…Why won't anyone help me? I've been hiding in this corner of my room for days……I hate this…
February 8

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Dear Diary-Finlandby ~monyu-the-second

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A little Dark!Finland something i wanted to write after getting the inspiration...

I wanted to do stuff in the form of diary entries so...yeah(don't hate, appriciate!)

Hmmm...maybe i will do more of these...

:iconcommentplz:!!!!!!:D

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~DaisukeBara Oct 9, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
FINLAND! NOOOOOOOOOO! I've always liked that little guy. I especially like watching little guys I like crack under tremendous stress/loneliness. It makes him seem so much deeper and we see this unhinged side of him... this gave me chills. I swear, if you don't write a sequel, I'll go crazy from that effing cliffhanger!
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~monyu-the-second Oct 10, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Yay! Someone else who understands! :iconexcitedblushplz:
Lol...Perhaps! I shall make a sequel :icondevilousthoughtplz:
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~DaisukeBara Oct 10, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
So I'm not some psycho sadist! Or maybe we're both psycho sadists...
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~Entaurikou Jun 4, 2012
One correction: It should be "relieve" stress, not "relive". That's something different altogether.

Finland has Hinamizawa Syndrome!

Paranoia [x]
Delusions [x]
Random Disappearances [x]
Scratching at own Throat [ ]

He will reach Lv. 5 soon...
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~monyu-the-second Jun 5, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Maybe i should do a sequal :D
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