Callie234

You casually flipped the pages of the inflight entertainment guide, choosing which movie to watch during your flight to China. Lately for some reason, you've been dying to go to that country. The culture, heritage and food have always intrigued you; but this time it was different. Now, you were suddenly drawn to actually visit the place, prompting you to take leave from work and buy an airplane ticket to China. 'Maybe I should just continue learning Chinese...' you thought, fishing out your 'Chinese for Beginners' book from your bag. As you attempted to softly pronounce the words, the baby in the row in front of your seat began wailing uncon

Bang! Bang! Bang! "____!!! Open up, ve~!! Please!!!" a panicky voice spoke from the other side of your main door, making you jump in shock. You immediately recognized who the person was, getting up from the couch to open the door. Instead of a normal 'hello', you were greeted by a huge bear hug. "____! I was-a so scared! England was chasing me so I ran and ran and ended up here! And it's-a cold outside!" Italy, your one and only friend, cried as he nuzzled his face into your chest. You rolled your eyes and sighed, patting his hair in attempts of calming him down. Why did you have such a weird friend? How your friendship began was strange i

You let out a hot breath by the window, drawing random shapes on the condensation. You sighed, staring out of the glass to see a coat of snow outside. It was the winter season, and despite enjoying the warmth your house provided, something was calling you to go outside; more specifically, the neighbourhood playground. Boredom was killing you, and the urge to go to the playground today was making you agitated. You decided to give in, grabbing your coat as you called out, “Mum!! I’m going out!” “Where exactly, sweetie?” “The playground!” you replied, pulling on your winter boots. She emerged from the

"____! I vill not allow you to do zat!" "'Not allow'? Tsk! You're not the boss of me!" Ludwig frowned at your response, blushing in annoyance when he knew that you were right. You grinned triumphantly at his reaction, picking up a box full of decorations and heading off in a different direction. However, he stepped in front of you, his stern eyes showing that he wasn't going to let you go that easily. "As a friend, I am telling you zat zis is a dangerous idea," the blonde said with extreme seriousness. This resulted in you rolling your (insert colour) eyes again, sighing in exasperation, "Ludwig, it's a kissing booth. It's not like I'm go

You clenched your fists at the hem of your shirt, biting your lip as you resisted the urge. 'The urge to what?' some might ask. Well, the itch to wrap your arms around Japan's body and squeeze him until he turned blue from his lungs being crushed. Everything about him was adorable; his blank coal eyes, his cute bowl-like haircut, his rather small statue, his over-the-top politeness, his calm and shy personality, the frantic way he reacted to 'inappropriate' things, and the list goes on. Sadly, hugging was one of the things Japan deemed as 'inappropriate', and to make matters worse for you, you were an affectionate person. There was no denyin

(Bold is the main theme. Italics is the example. Regular text is the reality) 1. Girl falls, guy catches Her head was full of thoughts as she walked along the corridor, clutching her books even tighter. She reflected on the words she said, still trying to figure out what the problem was. Unfortunately, her mind was too consumed, to the point where she wasn't even paying attention to her surroundings, let alone the caution sign that read: wet floor. "Whoooa!" she exclaimed as her feet slipped and skidded against the slippery surface, her heart was racing with fear as she anticipated for her body to crash onto the floor in a painful manner.

England was acting rather strange, and by 'strange', I mean even weirder than him talking to his supposed magical friends. It was as though he was suddenly trying to avoid you, which was unusual since you had been dating for six years. Whenever you tried to talk to him, he would ramble on about some excuse to leave or simply just head off at a different direction. Sometimes you could even feel his presence lurking shyly behind walls, as if he wanted but could not for whatever reason talk to you. This behaviour annoyed you; where was his gentlemanly side? So one day as you were sulking around on the couch, you received a call from your Britis

It was late into the night; the only current light source for the neighbourhood was the street-lamps that loomed above you. The cool air brushed against your skin, making you shiver and cling onto your knees even tighter. Your blank (insert colour) eyes continued to stare into space. You felt humiliated, pathetic and desolate. There you were, dressed in a mere pair of shorts and a childish t-shirt, sitting by yourself at the dirty road curb a few kilometres away from home while self-loathing. What happened? Well, it all started a few months ago when your parents would get into constant fights. It began with small bickering, then insulting, a

Blank baby blue eyes lingered on you, watching you with great interest. Feeling the intense pressure that person was giving you, you tentatively raised your head and glanced at his direction, swiftly turning away with flaming cheeks the second your (insert colour) eyes met his. Norway chuckled softly, resting his head on his hand as he continued to glue his blue orbs on you. It was obvious to everyone that you had a serious attraction towards the reclusive nation, so clear that Norway himself knew. Whenever you were around him, you were forever blushing and stuttering about. Even after talking to him, you always had a triumphant grin plaste

Gazing into each other's eyes, he whispered her name lovingly- mesmerized by the way her face looked even more beautiful in the moonlight. Her large eyes glanced down at his lips, finding them enticing, attractive, and inviting. A blush dusted her cheeks, becoming increasingly aware of their close proximity, his lips just inches from hers. Slowly, he leaned in closer, and her eyes fluttered shut, anticipating with a quickened heartbeat. Their faces were so close, that he could feel her eyelashes tickling his cheeks. Finally, he closed the gap between them. She felt as if she was melting, the warmth of his kiss and embrace was comforting and