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In the beginning, no one ever knows it… how it really feels. If anyone did, no one would want to keep pushing forward. …Not in a world abandoned by hope. (This reads more like disorganized poetry and prose—an open letter, than an actual story.)
Hanggang kailan ang walang hanggang?
Gohan loves literature. And quite possibly, his professor.…
Kokuhakus or “love confessions” don’t bring Gohan the happiest memories. He had confessed his feelings once to his first love only to end up cruelly heartbroken. Almost two years later, he realizes he is still in denial and decides that over-saturation is the best recourse: Receive kokuhakus. Reject kokuhakus. Repeat until heart goes numb. It’s a brilliant plan. He’s very optimistic about it. (Sometimes, optimism—no matter how nutty—can go a long, long way.)
For Son Gohan, the point to living – is that he did not mind dying every now and then… If he could touch the little piece of heaven waiting for him at the very end of every last breath…
Wherein Gohan returns the favour by bringing in the sunshine when his daughter Tulip is having a less than cheery day (and they conspire to beat Piccolo in a game of Tickling Wars™).
Jumping from the Noppera mother ship into the fathomless depths of the vast open sea meant two things for England: a cold, excruciating death; or putting his life in the hands of his dearest enemy. He would choose death, of course. Too bad he didn’t have a choice.
There is a story of a kissing booth with mysterious powers to bring destined lovers together, no matter where or who they were. They say that within its domelike shabby tent walls is a portal where all the red strings of fated lovers converge. You need only step inside, for whoever is tied to the other end of your fabled “red string of fate” to be pulled towards you.
もしかすると、僕たちは赤い糸で結ばれたら…
Sometimes, the truth is just too devastating.
France and England in a bar, pretending to get drunk. America arrives, not pleased.
He was a perpetual loner, he didn't look forward to such things like Christmas, oh no. Not at all.
They say the only thing that can truly end a nation’s immortal life is when they forget and are forgotten. Unrequited love set in W-Academy Hetalia.
A short story about how *not* to prove if angels are real or otherwise.
The Nation of Love is once again faced with his toughest rival for England’s attention, and he is determined to win back what is rightfully his, at all costs!
Tulip Daimaoh-Son is four years old and has her first crush. Gohan has his first emotional breakdown as a parent. Piccolo tries to be the ever-prevailing proverbial voice of reason.
"Hindi ko naman mababago ang nararamdaman ko, kahit ayaw ko sa isang napakamacho ng kilay na daig pa ang babae kung magpakipot. Ikaw ang karma ko, matagal ko nang natanggap iyon…" "Patas lang tayo dahil ayaw ko rin naman sa isang malanding palakang may balbas na tulad mo."
“Itiss not like I can change ‘ow I feel! You are my—what you say—karma; one I’ve long-accepted.” “Well, I’m not particularly fond of philandering bearded frogs like you either, so that makes us even.” "Waitz a minute… Did you just admit zhat you love me too?" "…I dunno. What do you think?"
It was only out of harmless curiosity. He didn’t mean to lean in too close or stare for too long. He had bent over the sleeping nation for an entirely different purpose. Whatever it had been, now forgotten….
Kisses are like little treasures; the best ones are always stolen.
Chi-chi was against Gohan and Piccolo's union from the start. But will that change when she meets her unexpected (but not altogether unwanted) granddaughter Tulip Daimaoh-Son for the very first time…?
That other half that perfects you isn’t the one who lives up to your dreams, but the one who can stand up to your worst nightmares. (Literally.)
Let's see, there's France being France and England being England, FrUKness, fairies and a scarf. I consider this a FWP (plotless fluff), so there's not much to summarize. The title is pretty much the summary. I'll just warn you again that this is nonsense.
The immortal part of him was so tired. The mortal part of him wanted nothing more than to simply collapse and die. War makes monsters of men, as the severest of times uncover the truest. Snippets of England & France in WWII, but I didn’t attempt to be 100% accurate.
There is an unbreakable bond between souls that transcends words and clichés. It is a bond that exists between those connected by love. Do you believe in the magic of dreams?
France poses a question that has been hanging between them; but the answers matter no more than the rhetoricalness of the question.
The *real* story behind the bansoku (plaster strip) on Eiji Kikumaru’s cheek. (AKA "How Neko Found Tanuki")
Hoping for a chance encounter; overly audacious to even wish for a smile… But the more he imagined it—for he imagined often now, all the possibilities possessed of a dreamer—the more he wanted more. And every day he stood here, in this very corner down the same road, he would dream and sigh and laugh and pretend. Pretend to not be aware of how many passers-by stared, or how many days it has been, or how much his heart ached for his torment one day to end… Today was not that day.
Meiru Sakurai was rejected by her first love six years ago, but is convinced that she now has what it takes to claim her happily ever after. She has yet to learn however, that happy endings are relative.