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Hearing a familiar British accent behind you, you turned around to face the man. "Well, well, well. I suppose no introductions are needed this time around, (name)." You smirked. "You do a rather good job of pretending to be a boring English teacher, Mr. Kirkland. Or would you rather me call you Arthur?" Arthur sneered. "You don't deserve to call me by my name, you peasant. Much less so if all of your acquaintances are of such low-birth like the man standing right next to you." You laughed in response to his taunt. "Wow, I suppose you really do have a good sense of humor after all. I thought that all of that was absorbed by your thick funn

"So, are you the one who have summoned me?" The open mouths and the pale faces spoke for themselves more than words could express. Looking down at the ground, I could see that the magic circle was complete. So why are they gaping as if they have not seen an existence like mine before? Or perhaps the fact that I am floating in mid-air is enough to awe them into silence? The stares continued until the enthusiastic young man with sandy blond hair spoke up in an excited voice. "My god, you've really done it this time, England! You've done it, you've called the devil forth for real! I thought you could only call Russia!" But the man with the t

   A/N: For those who have not watched Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso aka Your Lie in April, and are planning to watch it, don't read this fic unless you don't mind spoilers. This is my attempt at making a fluffy fic for all of you to enjoy... So those that do wanna read it, please do so and I hope you enjoy it! "I... really didn't think... it would be this sad...." The quiet sobs resonated within the room. The tears streamed down your face and you wiped them with your sleeves. Lying back down on your futon, you let out a long sigh, hoping to get rid of your sadness. "Damn it! Why did it have to be this way?!" Whispering to yourself, you dimmed the

Slowly letting go of Gil’s shoulders, you leaned back down on the bench, tears filling up your eyes. “No. I…” Gilbert became flustered, worried at the sight of your crying state. “(name), What’s wrong?” You shook your head, unable to give an answer, your throat too clenched to give one. Suddenly, Gilbert embraced you wrapping his arms around your small body. Although the dead don’t have warmth, you felt as though Gilbert was warming you up with his heat. “Schöne, please don’t cry… Although I’ve just met you, and you were incredibly unawesome at first, Ich… I c

After running around for a while, you and Gilbert stood against a fence, taking a while to catch your breaths. Being in human form makes it necessary to pretend to feel fatigue, so other humans would be convinced that you were a human and not some supernatural phenomenon. “Pretending to be tired is such a pain.” You whispered as you panted, hoping that you weren’t attracting any unnecessary attention.  Thank goodness that it’s already dark… I wouldn’t be able to pull that off in the middle of the day. Gilbert looked at you, puzzled as to why you aren’t even tired from running away at all. “(nam

Crash! The rain, mixed with occasional thunder and lightning was deafening. The wind was howling, as if it was the sky itself crying its eyes out. The girl sitting by the window was unlike the sky, wearing a serene expression on her face as if she enjoys the storm. She glanced outside, bemused by the fact that her singing voice was being drowned out by the din of the heavy rain. She opened her door, and quickly stepped outside. It was surprisingly refreshing, she thought. The nice, cold water hitting her skin was a great way for her to cool down after an extremely humid day. Her (f/c) dress now clung to her body, accentuating her body outli

Seeing that it was the best decision to leave Ludwig’s house, you and Gilbert decided to go back to the graveyard and think about who to visit next. Exiting the house, you decided to stay a human to conserve your power. Returning to your human form, you stopped hovering above the ground as your angel’s garb and aura fade away to nothingness. Gilbert looked at your transformation with amazement, but you ignored his awestruck stares and continued to walk forward whilst he stumbled on the ground, despite his ability to pass through everything. How does he even do that? Can souls even stumble over their own feet? Wait, what am I thi

    Lying around on the sofa, you suddenly thought of a great idea.  Maybe I should visit Kiku. He always makes me feel better... You grabbed your phone and dialed Kiku's number. "もしもし？(Moshi moshi/Hello?) (name)-san?" Hearing Kiku's voice, you reply cheerfully, "Hey Kiku! Are you at home at the moment? I want to go visit you today." "Did you have that dream again?" Man, Kiku's always so sharp... You dropped the happy tone, and said, "Yeah. I want to see you. You're always there for me when I need you." Kiku then slowly replied, "I'm outside, but I'll be returning soon. Please wait for me at home. Mata ne,

BAM!!! “Ouch…” Getting off the ground, you turned around saw that you left a pretty big crater in the ground. “That warp has some problems. Maybe Sir Michael is not getting enough breaks.” As if Michael heard you, the sky rumbled in response to your comment. “Yes sir, I won’t say anything anymore.”  Looking around and checking your surroundings, you see that you landed in an abandoned park with no people. It seems as if I have landed in Germany. So… who is on the list that’s in Germany…  Trying to rearrange your thoughts, you took out the list you took from the court.  Let

Prequel to A Day to Confess (A/N)- You might want to read that one first... but if you want to, you can read this one first too! Enjoy! The young Japanese boy trembled upon reaching the new high school. This was his first time in the States, and he has no friends from his old school. His parents had decided to move after his father got a new job, so he had no choice but to follow them. Being the shy person that he is, Kiku is extremely afraid of the strange, new environment. It was a nerve wracking experience for sure. Kiku had no qualms about his knowledge of English. He was extremely fluent, unlike his friends back in Japan. But that wasn