MrsTomlinson214

   You peeked up from your book and spotted a certain classmate walking into the room, your eyes narrowing slightly. "Arthur." You greeted curtly. He nodded in response. "(y/n)." "You're so irresponsible," you mumbled. "Always late to class." Arthur frowned, glancing at your assignment book. "Well, you haven't even written any of your homework down yet!" Huffing, you started to transcribe the pages of your textbook that were written on the chalkboard. The teacher sighed, used to the constant nagging you two exchanged, and began class. Like always, you and Arthur kept your hands raised the entire class period and kept track of the number of an

*PANDORA'S POV* Ever raised an eyebrow as I put my phone on the counter. "You're up to something, Dori." She accused. "You never order pizza. We always have to eat healthy and stuff." "I'm not telling you." I said firmly. She ran into her room and came back with a spider in a jar. I gasped and jumped onto the table. "Tell me or I let it out!" She demanded, shaking the jar around. "I never thought you capable of blackmail, Ev. I'm sorry, but I'm not telling you. The lads would have my head." She smiled triumphantly. "So the lads have something to do with this!" She declared. I groaned at my stupidity. "Tell me!" She said. I scooted far

I was prepping for opening when it happened. I glanced out of the window and raised my eyebrows. "Whoa…what's with all the girls?" I muttered to myself. A whole mob of teenagers were running past the restaurant. I shrugged and finished chopping veggies. I've seen stranger things since I moved to London. I turned on my iPod and started singing along to Same Mistakes while grating cheese. Circles, we're going in circles Dizzy's all it makes us We know where it takes us we've been before Closer, maybe looking closer There's more to discover Find out what went- "Hello!" I turn around and gasp. There are five guys in hoodies and dar

         "Buenas Tardes, Germany." Argentina said formally, although there was softness in her words that most people didn't receive. "How was your day?" He sighed into the receiver. "I did not do much. Mein bruder wanted to spend quality time and I didn't get to go into the office." Argentina could hear someone yell "HEY!" She assumed it was Prussia, and she wasn't incorrect. "You remind me too much of Brazil." She scolded. "He doesn't bother with the family anymore, too busy with work. Don't push your brother away." "I am not pushing East away! I don't want to waste time arranging childish activities when we see each other plenty at the

"ALLY! WAKE UP, THIS IS GONNA BE FREAKIN' AWESOME!" I groaned and slowly slipped out of my bed. Of course Alfred would come three hours early, I thought bitterly. Trudging along with my big suitcase, I dragged it to the SUV we had rented. "How much did you bring?"  Ludwig asked with a slight smirk. I rolled my eyes and Gilbert got out of the car and helped me heave the luggage into the trunk. "We're gonna be gone all summer, Luddy." I said. "It's best to be prepared." I sang cheerfully, hopping into the passenger seat. I was so excited, my best friends and I were going on a kick-ass road trip! Gilbert looked at me impatiently. "Move." He s

 A man sighed and continued trudging around the forests of Ooo. Sure, there were some talking animals there, but it seemed devoid of life to him. "Why did he do it?" The man asked himself softly, for the millionth time since the Mushroom War. He decided to stop reminiscing of that time, to keep him from remembering. But his memories hardly obliged, rushing out of the back of his head. He remembered how lighthearted he once was, and how he considered himself a hero. Back then, he thought any problem could be solved with enough determination and some outlandish scheme. He remembered the person he used to be. And, as always, the images of his c

   You peeked up from your book and spotted a certain classmate walking into the room, your eyes narrowing slightly. "Arthur." You greeted curtly. He nodded in response. "(y/n)." "You're so irresponsible," you mumbled. "Always late to class." Arthur frowned, glancing at your assignment book. "Well, you haven't even written any of your homework down yet!" Huffing, you started to transcribe the pages of your textbook that were written on the chalkboard. The teacher sighed, used to the constant nagging you two exchanged, and began class. Like always, you and Arthur kept your hands raised the entire class period and kept track of the number of an