Posts by Cantarella ?

new account~

you keep on stalkin' dude. no one judges you. well...maybe the authorities.

it's funny, i'm the one who's always stalked. i think you were the first person i've ever stalked.
well. yay me.

I'm sorry! I'm turning into cheyenne, all this OCD-ness.
& I wanted to start fresh, because everything is so scattered around, it ticks me off.

[justify]note: I formulated this idea while listening to this song. WARNING: It is an English cover of a vocaloid song, and containa VERY dark lyrics.

Light poured in from his bedroom window, but Gilbert honestly didn't care about it. The sun rose, and the light faded at the end of a day, making way for the frightening darkness of nighttime. A day's process reminded him of his friends and family; how'd they'd left him in the dust, abandoned him for much more important things...but even so, who would make time for an ex-nation? Hell, Gilbert wouldn't even make time for himself.

On another Tuesday (or it might've been Thursday), the albino shuffled down his stairs, looking lost as he reached the bottom. What did I come down here for? I could be in bed instead of wasting time. Turning in the direction of his kitchen, he shrugged, deciding that was what he'd come down for. The kitchen, to his dismay, was very bright, and pained his eyes as he opened his refrigerator, searching for the tiniest morsel. Nothing. Oh well...I'm not that hungry, anyway. It wouldn't matter if I starved.

[ writing is not the best, I know, but this plot bunny was persistent. I was up literally all night thinking about it, & here I am now. So, like I said, any character/pairing is fine. Thanks! ][/justify]

"Huh?" The albino accidentally spoke aloud, looking shocked and rather afraid as he glanced around a few times. "Erm—coming." Gilbert stumbled to the door, pulling it open with slight difficulty. "Oh. Uh..hello."

With a sigh, he closed the door behind Elizaveta, looking back to his childhood friend suspiciously. She brought me stuff... "Yeah, thanks. I know I look rough. You seriously can't smell the peach scented Frebrees (spelling derp) I just sprayed? Really nice. Anyway, what'd you bring? If it's even for me."

[justify]"Are they?" Expression turning almost puzzled, he pawed around the basket of food, finally picking something small for himself. It brought a smile to his face as he took a bite, the flavours singing on his tongue. This is from Spain. I remember eating this at Antonio's house. I like it. "I had my doubts. And what about you? Why are you not beating me into the dust with your frying pan as you used to? Could you be taking pity on me?" Amusement sparked in his crimson eyes as he spoke, seeming to be teasing Elizaveta. "What happened to staying at Roderich's all day? You're around so much, I bet he misses you at the moment."[/justify]

"Alright, calm down," Gilbert allowed himself a tiny, hoarse chuckle, finishing off the churro or whatever it was. "I was just joking. You take things too seriously, lighten up." The albino peered at Elizaveta for a moment, bringing his hands behind his back. "I'm sorry for that. You should get your own place...it's a good idea. If you haven't noticed yet, I just recently moved out of Ludwig's basement and into thins place. But you know...it'll be our little secret if you do pity me. Honest."

[ sorry! school is getting very intense, and i haven't been on here for weeks. ]

"The awesome Prussia needs no one but himself, my dear," By now, Gilbert knew that his awesomeness was just one big joke, but he shot a cocky smile at Elizaveta anyway. He didn't need to bring anyone else down, not when they had more to live for. "The King of Awesome can take care of himself...most of the time."

No problem. I just wanted everyone I role-play with to know. (:

Now /that/ caught Gilbert completely off guard. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a feeble squeak. Shaking himself out of his daze, the Prussian nodded, clearing his throat a few times. You could really see the deep red blush on Gil's cheek as he lowered his gaze. "Yeah! I mean, why not? It could be fun. I need a little fresh air anyway."

[ yeah, school sucks, especially since I'm obsessed with so many other things that are time consuming. ]

[justify]"Yeah, for my sake." Shaking off the heavy feeling of dread that had settled upon him, Gilbert raised his eyes, looking right in Elizaveta's green gaze. "I get it. Let's go." He rushed toward the door, gently pushing her out of the way and stepping onto the porch first. The warmth of the day caught Gilbert by surprise at first, but he eventually adjusted, half-smiling as the cold seeped from his bones. "Feels good out here. It's summer, I guess? My calander is still stuck on December."[/justify]

"Alright! Let's go, then!" Alfred, the plastic bag containing his new CD in one hand, dragged Arthur out the door, beaming into the night sky. The band down the street was still playing their set - heavy drums and bass shook the sidewalk, even from here. He hummed along with the faint bits of the song that carried on the wind, glancing back at Arthur. "So, what next? Any ideas? I hope you're having fun, dude!"

Not missing a beat, Denmark pried off the cap with his teeth, spitting it back into the bottle (my cousin does that for some odd reason) before taking a long pull. The cold liquid sent a shiver through him as it slid down his throat. "Thanks, Lukas! You're a life saver. Why do you even keep alcohol around if I'm the only one who drinks it?" The question had barely left his mouth before he flopped down on a nearby chair, sighing in what had to be content.

If not for his permanent pokerface, Berwald would've smiled at Peter's little outburst. Instead, the Swede nodded, as if agreeing with the boy. "Ladonia prefers to stay here as well, nowadays. He used to enjoy hanging out with the rest of the nordics, but now he says Denmark scares him." Poking his head up over Sweden's shoulder, Hugo nodded. "Yes. He drinks. A lot. And he always tries to start a party. But Norway is always there to stop him. Thank goodness for Norway~"

"Eh?" Gilbert had been stumbling alongside her al the while, crimson optics scanning the green of the grass and height of the trees. God, it'd been so long since he had gone outside. The air was fresh, the sky was the colour blue that reminded him of his brother's eyes, and the clouds were pure white and fluffy. Oh, and the birdsong made him instinctively reach for Gilbird, stroking the chick's head. "Ah...I don't know. What do you do for fun, Eliza? Anything is fine, as long as it involves being outside."

[ new account. will be on as often as possible, with school and all. ]

"If you aren't having fun," Alfred blurted suddenly, the happy, upbringing light in his blue eyes now duled to slight disapointment, "I can take you home. I didn't know you'd hate it this much, Ig - Arthur. I...I'm sorry." He totally wasn't trying to guilt-trip Arthur as he released a long sigh, staring down at his red and white sneakers. "I'm sorry..."

"Okay, I'm tired of keeping secrets," It was almost frightening how intense his tone grew as he narrowed his eyes, staring down at Arthur. "Do you have /any/ idea why you barely have any friends? It's not a bad thing to me, but you are openly gay. You don't try to hide it, as I have for y -" Alfred cut himself off there, skipping onto another point entirely. "And you can be an asshole sometimes. I helped you today, and you didn't thank me. I know I've been a thron in your side, but I am truely, genuinly sorry. Do you hear me, Arthur? I am sorry."

With the silence and speed of a ninja, Alfred caught up with the other boy soon enough, taking him by the shoulder. He spun Arthur back around, trying to regain his breath before he spoke. "Honestly, when I posted those poems, I felt truly ashamed of myself after. I know you won't listen to me, but it's worth a try." Here it goes. Taking a deep, leveled breath, Alfred took Arthur wrist and dragged him into a nearby alley, pinning him up against one of the dirty brick walls. "Listen. Listen to me. I think you're cute, funny, and incredibly smart. I don't hate you, and I really didn't mean to hurt you as badly as I did. I thought it would just be preschool bullyinhpg, between us three. I didn't mean to emotionally harm you. I certainly don't blame you for being gay - I mean take a good look at the girls at our school. If you would've payed attention to my previous lecture, I let one of my darkest seceprets slip. I think you know what I mean."