It's a Dirty Job: Chapter 6It’s a Dirty JobIt's a Dirty Job: Chapter 6 by ~FallenPetals101
I woke up early in the morning just to handle thing around the shop. Gilbert thought I was un vago because he saw me being lazy on the weekends, but I finish things up early before my siestas.
Business was actually doing well. Around the block, plenty of folks enjoy the sound of Spanish guitars with the scent of paella filling the place. Sometimes, I gave private lessons, apparently some men wanted to enamorar sus chicas.
As I raised the blinds, a black car parked in front. A strange fellow came out wearing a fedora that covered his face with a pair of sunglasses, but when he looked at m
It's a dirty job: Chapter 5It’s a dirty jobIt's a dirty job: Chapter 5 by ~FallenPetals101
I haven’t spent a day here and someone was already sleeping in my bed, but… I was the one to blame. When the Italian left, he got himself into a fight, but I know it wasn’t a fight, it was actually a brutal assault on half of the Russian. If it wasn’t for me… okay, the couch wasn’t that bad, it was pretty much worth it.
I wanted to take him to the hospital but Francis kept telling me it was a bad idea, so Gilbert suggested bringing him back to the apartment. Instead of leaving him rest in the sofa, I offered my bed, and no, even if the bed was large en
It's a dirty job: Chapter 4It’s a Dirty JobIt's a dirty job: Chapter 4 by ~FallenPetals101
‘3:30’ I thought. “You idiot.” I said to myself. Because of him, I was growing worried sick. Where was he? Does he understand our situation? No…he understands, but doesn’t want to accept it. I crumbled the papers in my hand as I muttered “Cazzo idiota, è sempre stato un idiota.” Then I took a deep breath. “He’s fine.” I said. On my desk, I noticed the picture of nonno (grandpa’). It was taken when my stupid fratello and I were simply bambinos. Our grandfather was amazingly strong, so he picked us up, Feli, lik
It's a dirty job: Chapter 3It’s a dirty jobIt's a dirty job: Chapter 3 by ~FallenPetals101
The music was incredibly loud to a point that can destroy your eardrums, but for me, it was all silent. Have I gone deaf?
The bartender was a handsome blond with a look so strong, yet gentle. I couldn’t tell much what color were his eyes, with all the lights constantly changing colors, but I knew it would’ve fit him so well. “Guten Abend” he said as he cleaned around the counter.
“Ciao!” I said a bit enthusiastic.
There was silence between us, but I kept smiling. Francis was trying to make small talk but then he stared at us a bit surprised, then,
Hetalia Hunger Games - Part 2--Part Two Train Ride--Hetalia Hunger Games - Part 2 by ~Avatar2016
Lovino stood quietly at the train station. The announcer was explaining something to him but he was just waiting for the train to show up. They were the only ones there. Lovino though there was going to be reporters intent on catching every part of the pre-game preparing. He would be traveling alone, since District 12 had never won any games in the past few decades, there was no mentor for Lovino.
"You are listening to me, right?" The announcer asked, running her fingers through her glimmering, blue hair.
"No. Why the hell would I care about what you're saying?" Lovino replied, glaring at her.
Hetalia Hunger Games - Part 1Hetalia: Hunger GamesHetalia Hunger Games - Part 1 by ~Avatar2016
The Hunger Games. For 65 years now, the 12 districts have to give two children, one male and one female, to the capital Panem. These children then go into an arena where they fight to the death until only one remains standing. These arenas have vast amounts of space and the climate and area changes every year. Once there could be freezing tundra, next there could be a desolate desert. Out of 24 contestants, only one can live to bring fame and fortune to their district. May the odds ever be in your favor.
--Part One Reaping Day--
He waited quietly along with the other tributes. The announcer w