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APH fic-Promise From a Traitor You lied to me!
He stiffened from glaring glint in her eyes as he stood before her. His hands trembled. He shoved them into his pockets so the young woman wouldn't see. The news he gave her didn't make her smile. No rejoice. No hugs. No kisses.
She shook violently from anger and gritted her teeth.
Emilio trusted you My people trusted you I trusted you
His jaw tightened then sputtered out:
But You're free from Spain Isn't that what you wanted?...
Her eyes turned into cold and he held his breath. Like a little school boy would if he encountered bear.
A very angry mother bear.
I-No MY PEOPLE wanted independence from that bastard Not to be governed once again. Especially if it is from an ALLY.
Cringing from the emphasized word, he finally breathed out and took a step forward to her. She immediately backed away from him, a ready hand on her blood soaked bolo.
Tell Her -USxPH-Alfred sat up from his bed, feeling groggy after another night of international conferences. As usual, it was barraged with heated arguments which was ironic since the nations were supposed to be solving problems and not making more
Alfred sighed. Yeah, sure it was the norm for all of the countries, but he knew that there was something different about that particular meeting. He stood up from his bed and walked across his hotel room to the window.
As he watched the sun rising slowly, he remembered how much ruckus the nations created before Ludwig shut them all up (as usual). But then he also recalled the way he wasn't himself that time you know, that normal hero self of his
Because she wasn't there.
Alfred gripped the railing of his window as he knowingly felt his heart clench. It was supposed to be the first time she would attend an international meeting in England, and he knew she was really excited. He recalled how she rambled on about how much she dr
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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