Die Zeit vergeht, unentwegh, sei steht nei still.

(Time Passes, Continuously, It Never Stands Still)

“Get them off, brother.” Germany’s clutching onto his top, fingers twined so deeply into the material that Prussia can hear the fabric strain as his fists tighten further. Something twists deep in Prussia’s stomach at the term of address - that’s all ( Read more... )

This is the first thing that I have ever written for KH so ... be gentle? The request is only a couple of months old, so hopefully the OP's still here.

Onomatopoeia

It starts as the first thing that he knows. There are three things in his world - darkness, not the Darkness that he'll come to know later but simply the blackness that resides behind ( Read more... )

Let Me Count The Ways

“How long have we known each other for, Sweden?”

( Sweden doesn't answer. He feels like he's knows Finland forever, that there's always been that small, fiercely determined figure tucked somewhere in his peripheral vision. Logically, he knows that there must have been a time before Finland. Logically, he knows this, and it does not hurt his head to know this. )

It starts off slowly, so infinitesimally slow, that Finland doesn't notice it until it is far, far too late and he is drowning in the depths.

( It starts by watching Sweden. )