|My name is Aaren and I have no idea what to put here|
I Love You, TooThe cat nuzzled your shoulder. Why was it that this cat could see you but no one else? You've been trying to get everyone to notice you all day. It surprised you that even Nagisa didn't notice you, though he did seem sad today. you followed Nagisa as you realized that he was leaving. You followed him all the way to the graveyard, and then you saw it. It was your name. You realized that you didn't make it through the storm. You try to call out to Nagisa that you're still here. That you're still with him. You see as he begins to cry and you want to comfort him but you can't. You hear him speak quietly "I miss you Rei-chan..."I Love You, Too by whatsername707
I love you, too, you want to say to him. But you can't. I'm sorry...
Remember MeWill you remember me?Remember Me by whatsername707
If I died tonight, would you think of me?
Have you ever thought of me?
Have I ever been in your thoughts?
Will you cry? If I were to die tonight, would you cry tomorrow?
I hope not. I never want to see you hurt., even if you've seen me hurt everyday.
But I do hope you remember me.
Maybe then I will be happy again.
Even if it's a bad thought. Remember me.
Please. Please remember me.
I want to know at least someone cares enough to remember.
That is if you really care?
Do you care?
Have you ever cared?
Will you ever care?
No one cares for a nobody like me.
I'm not good enough to be cared over.
Never have been.
Never will be.
I just go by everyday hiding myself behind a mask.
And you've always believed it.
I thought you were different.
But I guess you were just like everyone else.
So, now tell me.
Will you remember me?
Or will you Forget?
Bro - Write HomeDaveBro - Write Home by whatsername707
It’s been a while hasn't it? In my first letter I know I didn't really say much. I mean, how could I when I left to get away from everything there? I just couldn't handle it here anymore.
The place in general is nice. Like the forest? You’d like it. Under any other circumstances it’s probably really peaceful here. I mean, yea it does get pretty hot here, but then again that could be because of the war. It also gets dark, none of those city lights to block out the stars here like back in Texas.
The people here, though they seem afraid, they can be helpful with translations and stuff. Haven’t talked to one firsthand, but have heard what others say about them. Seen them of course, it’s hard not to.
Not much to do here while not killing people. Some go into local towns to the bars. I've been a few times, but even here I’m alone. It’s funny sort of, I left from being alone to being just as alone. No one really talks, you know? Not like we used
HousecatNiels let out a deep breath, pressing the wooden door closed behind him.Housecat by Debu-Neko-Kun
Shuffling across the velvet-lined floor of his private study, the same study that had provided him with so many days of quiet comfort, he soon found himself sinking into his favorite chair. He pulled a thick tome off of his desk, "Claritser's Guide to Cleverly Keeping up with your Catboy: a beginner's manual to the careful health management of your new best friend, and tips on how to make your bond grow stronger." and set it in his lap.
He thumbed through the pages, stopping at chapter four: Weight Management. His light-blue eyes scanned the text, looking for anything he might have missed, though the repeated knowledge quickly turned his mind to a different thought-train altogether.
There wasn't anything in this book that he hadn't read and re-read, sometimes staying up all night just to pull a bit or two of new information from it, though he still felt he must have been doing something wrong. Sure, he was healthy
BackfireAlfred was an idiot.Backfire by middy-middy
That statement was not news to anyone. Alfred was absolutely famous for, along with his gluttony, being painfully stupid. As such, very little was actually expected of him.
The person who expected more of him than anyone else was Arthur. No one had higher expectations. Not even Ludwig, who typically worked in vain to keep the other nations in line, really payed very much attention to the American. But Arthur did. To a degree that frustrated both of them.
At the same time, no one care about Alfred more than Arthur. However, the strain on their relationship varied from day to day depending on their moods. Mainly Arthur's mood, since despite the fact that Alfred's economy was getting worse and worse, the American barely seemed to know what it was to be depressed, or so it seemed.
What had Alfred done this time?
Almost nothing, but Arthur was an irritable, petty little man, his temper rivaling that of the older of the Italian brother's. It seemed everything Alfred did