[Fanfic]A-Z Drabbling Meme
*10/13 - DONE!!!!!*
Moved the OC kids over to the character settings because I want this page to be drabbles only. lol
Stole from Ber… the Great A-Z Multifandom Drabbling Meme!
This is how it works:
1. Pick a letter.
2. Pick a prompt that starts with that letter (ex. K is for Keyhole).
3. Pick a fandom and a character/pairing/platonic relationship*.
-You can claim up to two letters, three or more if I am done with whatever .
-Repeating character or pairing is ok, of course, but you can't claim a letter that's already claimed. And please, please do not pick the pairing that I can't write.
-Hetalia and/or Latin Hetalia, and/or OC kids only o/ (genderbend is ok, btw, even it's OC kids lol)
-There's no limit to the length of the drabbles because I like very, very short ones. o/
And here is a sorted list just if you're looking for a particular pair or theme:
Br/Arg
Bittersweet
Honesty
Independence
Co/Ve
Joke
Queen
Ecuador
Sexy Library
Spain+Arg
Ocean
Spain/Romano
Tender
Cuba+Puerto Rico
¡¡Y que siga la fiesta mi negro!!
Dominican/Haiti
Xenophobia
High School AU
Br/Arg
Dream
Eyes
Kiss
Mex/Chi
Laughter
Pu/Bo
Papa a la Huancaína
Pu+Chi
Zero
University AU
Br/Arg
Universe
Ñoño
Mex/Chi
Maps
Vampire AU
Br/Arg
Agony
Colour
Mex/Chi
Grey
Genderbend
S. Mex/Chi
Never
OC Characters
Py/Uy
Firefly
OC Kids
Reasons
Virgin
Winter
A - Agony (Br/Arg), berseker , Vampire AU
Marti’s skin feels cold.
It has always been like that, even back to the days that he was still a human. It dropped a bit when he turned to immortal, back to regular human level during the times of lovemaking. Either way, Luciano always finds comfort that he could still feel a tiny bit of heat that’s buried underneath the skin, another indication of the existence of a life that’s twisted in one end.
They are immortal beings, which should be meant that no one would leave the world first unless the sun never falls, right?
Then how come that Luciano feels like he is holding a statue carved out from the ice instead of the body of whom he loves?
B - Bittersweet (Br/Arg), elwenrin
The chocolate is slowly melting in the bowl and leaks out the smell that is enough to make people dizzy just by standing by the side. Martin stirs the now brown liquid-ish thing with a wooden spoon when he feels a pair of arms around his waist.
“How long are you going to take to finish whatever you’re currently doing?”
“What do you think?”
The wooden spoon stops stirring as Martin pulls it out to taste the flavor. Outside of the container the water is still boiling. The calendar on the wall displays today’s date as the weekend before the massive chocolate consumption.
If you have any brain left, then you’ll understand what am I doing.
Martin thinks as he laughingly smears a layer of melting dark chocolate onto Luciano’s mouth with his finger before kissing it with his, the taste of bittersweet cocoa is still there few hours after.
C - Colour (Br/Arg),b_what , Vampire AU
“I told you that you’re on your own if you determine to hunt the food instead of drink out of those damn bags I got for you.”
Martin raises one of his eyebrows but decides not to react to Luciano’s words, he has known Luciano way too well after living with him for about a hundred years or two and been into numerous fights with him, it is just better not to start something now since it’s almost dawn and he is sleepy from being out the whole night.
Especially when he is already feeling awfully dizzy from lack of blood consumption.
“Leave me alone, it’s almost morning and I want to sleep, so move yourself away from the entrance of my bedroom because I am not about to stand at here and turn into ashes when the sun rises.”
“Going to bed when you’re still hungry? How inelegant.”
“You’re the last person on the earth can accuse me about being inelegant, now get out of my way, Luciano, before I kill you due to lack of sleep.”
“Sure, just don't try to take a bite of me during your sleep, because I won't let you have the chance.”
“Like I want to drink a drop your damn blood in the first place, you stupid half-blood -”
The argument is forced into abandonment due to one of the participants is suddenly too weak to stand without the help of a wall.
For a second or two all Martin could see is as blurry as if someone had splashed water over his visual range. Dizziness, it is always the dizziness. The worst feeling ever, for this, that, or maybe just everything, Martin thinks as he tries to get back onto his feet before he loses the balance for the second time. The body temperature that is not warm in the first place is dropping drastically and brings out the feeling of being lightheaded.
What would you do when you are cold and there is a warm body coming near you? …Simple, you will try to get as near it as possible.
Maybe he bit a bit too hard, but right now he cannot think that far, not when all he could see is the color of red covering up what he can see. The taste of rusty iron overflows his taste buds and senses before knocks him onto the warmness, which is surprisingly soft and comfortable enough for him to fall into the unconsciousness, something that has been calling him since the first ray of sun broke through the sky.
Luciano sighs as he picks the now asleep roommate up, the two new holes that Martin planted on his neck are still burning but he could care less for now.
“Starvation plus sleepiness, what a good combination, and you certainly do not look elegant like this.” he says to Martin before places a kiss onto his forehead, “I will deal with the fact that you bit me again after calling me stupid when you’re more awake.
D - Dream (Br/Arg), berseker , High School AU
Forgetting how long was the walk, but it must had been a pretty long walk since his legs were tired, heavy just like if they were tired to the iron. Martin tried to look at the sky and felt the dizziness flowing up, like running river, and the sky was so dark with the stars too bright, bright to the point that they were cold just like the air surrounded him.
This is part of you. Something whispered next to his ears. This is what belongs to you and what you belong to.
No it was not, at least it should be not. Martin shook his head in protest, and then the memories flew in, heavy as the winter storm, filled with sorrows that were too heavy to bear for a human being and enough to drown him in.
He saw people he knew in the broken pieces of memories: things that he should have known in the form of something that he should have known but seemed so distant. Are you sure that you really know what they are? Voice appeared again as the unnamed pain surfaced that almost caused him to scream.
Keep running, but you can’t run away from your responsibilities. You’re tied to this land, from the day you’re born until the day you die. Just like them, every single one of them.
Them?
Then the faces he knew resurfaced on the retina. Classmates’, teammates’, and Luciano’s, it always has to do with Luciano in the end no matter of what.
Something was calling his name from faraway, repeatedly echoing in the air, it was the voice that Martin was so familiar with.
Damn it, where would that idiot be if he were trapped in here forever?
Martin opens his eyes and sees a blurry vision of Luciano and the white ceiling of the Nurse’s office. The cold washcloth feels so nice over his forehead that he could have closed his eyes again though knowing that Luciano will definitely shaking him up for it.
“So, how do you feel after fainting during the practice due to the high fever that was failed to mention?”
Suddenly all Martin only wants to do is to drag the washcloth down to cover his vision, which is mostly Luciano’s face at the moment.
“Terrible. I had a dream of us being countries.”
“Why? Countries are almost immortal. Then we can be together forever as long as we don’t screw up too badly.”
“HELL NO. The idea of me looking at that dumb face of yours for the next three hundred years makes me sick.”
Luciano laughs and lands a kiss on Martin’s forehead and that shuts his co-captain up instantly from the protest.
E - Eyes (Br/Arg), berseker , High School AU
“What are you doing?”
“I am looking at you, isn't that obvious?”
“And what are you seeing?”
“Your eyes, they are the colors of the rainforest.”
“And can you please do your spontaneous research in somewhere else? Seriously, Luciano, WE ARE STILL IN THE CLASS AND THE TEACHER IS GOING TO THROW A CHALK AT US AT ANY MOMENT.”
F - Firefly (OC Py/Uy), elwenrin
Someone must have painted the sky dark when I was unaware of. Pablo thinks as he slowly opens his eyes and only sees the dim light of stars mounted in the sky and feels the odd pressure from one of his arms.
That’s right. He robs the area between his eyes with the hand that’s not occupied as the memory slowly being rubbed back in. It was Ursula who proposed the idea of coming over in the first place and he, being his usual self, agreed without much of questioning. So here they are, in the middle of the woods, when it is too dark to seek the way home and a good night vision is obviously lacked.
Pablo sighs as he realizes it will be pointless to try to move when Ursula is occupying one of his arms. Though already causing him troubles, she still sleeps like an angel with her blond hair scattered on her shawl and the blanket they are currently laying on. Just like a hibernating bear. Of course Pablo puts the thought out before it can go too far, it is already bad that Luciano had inserted the word ursa into his head, the chance of having his girlfriend, who by chance could receive all the available information, actually performs like a raging bear.
So why on earth did they decide to come over here in the first…
The thoughts of Paraguayan fade into the air as the dim lights, like broken pieces of scattered sun, surface from the dark. What did Ursula say before their departure? There is a place that I want to go with… y-o-u…
He turns to the Uruguayan and surprisingly discovers that she has already awakened, smiling beautifully at him with unspoken words in those alluring green eyes.
G - Grey (Mex/Chi), b_what , Vampire AU
Manuel awakes by the time that twilight already faded from the sky. The color of orange is now nowhere to be seen besides the very tip of clouds, rest of them are grey, grey, grey, something that he has learnt to get used to after all these years of hiding away from crowd, away from the sun, away from the warmth.
It is a color that just feels too cold to gaze at. Manuel closes his eyes in refusal of looking at it as something resurfaces from the memory. In the dark place where no light sheds, no one else is breathing beside himself, when a voice just echoed in his head.
Do you want to come with me?
He crawls out from the safe zone and sees Pedro, who has been up for a while due to his resistance to light, sitting on the side of the cart with both eyes focused at one certain point of the sky.
Must in communication with his sister again. Manuel thinks, knowing Pedro’s ability in telepathy and had learned not to be surprised by it, or showing any feeling that reflects jealousy hiding somewhere inside of the place that called heart.
Pedro has his life before they met, and still has it after that. There is nothing that José Manuel González Rodríquez can do about it.
The darkness that slowly paints the grey sky into navy blue indicates the time, and the only thing that Manuel notices is that Pedro momentarily closes his eyes as if falling into deep thoughts, then he feels himself being pulled into those arms that he has been familiar with over the past time and a light kiss that falls onto his mouth. Inside of his puzzled eyes there is reflection of Pedro’s smile, warm as the midsummer night air.
“Itzel, my twin sister, demands us to head home because she wants to properly meet you before she beats me down onto the floor for keep delaying the departure.”
For a second there is nothing left in Manuel’s brain besides what Pedro said when they first met, when he had chosen solitude to accompany and thought that would be the eternity, when his dreams were greyed by the destiny of immortality.
It is too lonely to be alone.
He stared at that hand quietly in the darkness, not even sure of if he should take it, knowing there would be no turning back after the die is tossed.
But still…
“Do you want me to delay the departure date again?”
That is not what matters, but it is still appreciated. Manuel shakes his head lightly as he rests his now dizzy head on Pedro’s shoulder. It is just that my grey matter is acting up for a moment, if I still have one in the first case.
H - Honesty (Br/Arg), zulenha
It took Luciano a good bit of while to realize that he had to reverse about half of things Martin said just to understand the undertone. Maybe it was because the Argentinean brain was wired wrong since the first day Antonio took him underneath his wings or whatsoever, or it might just be something that came in nature since if using Martin as a yardstick, then all of other Antonio’s children would have failed to reach the standard, maybe except Manuel, but the Chilean would rather be damned than being compared to Martin.
He had been thinking about this, like, hardcore serious, for last few days now. Maybe it was because that his brain was still trying to process that shyest look on Martin’s face he saw few days ago. And so far Luciano was still not sure if he should be amused or scared by it.
(The) Martin (in everyone’s common consent) knew not what embarrassment was, he was just not capable of doing that.
Then who the hell could please explain to him that what on the motherly earth did that shy blush on that damn Argentinean face mean?
It was not making any sense, especially when it was after the “shut up, you just not know better than I do” statement, the very Argentinean-style that distinguished him from everyone else. No, it was just not making any senses. At least not in the way that the Brazilian could understand and he was sure that it had nothing to do with his level of intelligent as the Argentinean claimed earlier.
The feeling of something rubbing against him got Luciano back to the reality, along with the smell of alcohol and background noises. So he tilted his head only to see that Martin, who was sitting next to him when the drinking began, had his back almost on Luciano’s lap and his arms around Luciano’s neck and-and-and his lips was only a centimeter or two away from Luciano’s and -
Hell.
He got a drunk Argentinean in his arms. Revised. He got a very drunk Argentinean in his arm right now. And this drunk Argentinean was acting nothing like his usual self by being all clingy and cuddly and just too sweet and shocking that almost made the Brazilian drop him onto the floor in terror.
What the hell had happened when his mind went off?
Luciano was still trying to recover from the ultimate shock when Martin, obviously getting impatient over the lack of action of the Brazilian, decided to move his face closer, ah, maybe a bit too close, but…
But he actually looked cute like this. Damn it.
Luciano cursed underneath his breath before he picked Martin, now completely clung on him with a drunken smile on the face before buried it in Luciano’s chest and giggled like this was the best thing of all.
Maybe that blush did mean something. But screw it. Who cared about it anyway? If Martin did have something to say, he would broadcast it long ago.
Luciano was still in the process of thinking when a hand touched his check, warm and soft and rather tender. And he heard another giggle and then realized something. The Argentinean honesty was sealed on the backside of the same coin. He should have thought about it long ago.
I - Independence (Br/Arg), b_what
“As a long term neighbor, I have feel the urge to remind you that you got one of the fakest and stupidest grins on your face for the whole day and there is really no need for that.”
Luciano turns around and sees Martin leaning against the back of sofa that he has been sitting for a while. It’s too much to argue that he still feels the odd whenever comes to this for now, especially with Martin, who he has been fortunately - or unfortunately judging by the situation - known for so long and longer than he might have ever wished.
“Shut up. I am the one who is having the birthday today and you can either pour me a drink or go away and leave me alone,”
“A nightcap, may I ask?”
Luciano raises his head upon hearing the mucking tone in Martin’s voice and happens to see the strange light in those forest greens. Next second, before the Argentinean reflex able to respond, he has already been pulled into the sofa with the Brazilian and they are necking like crazy with shirts falling onto the floor.
J - Joke (Co/Ve), zulenha
“Please?”
“No. And as I’ve told you before, my hands are full at the current point and have no time to spare for whatever you want to complain over, especially if it is about my friendship with whosoever,” the skin of that hand looks rather tan when holding the while coffee cup, a pretty color that’s enough to steal anyone’s gaze.
Maria narrows her eyes as she slowly moves herself from where she was originally sitting to Catalina’s side and wraps her arms around the Colombian’s waist as her quiet protest.
“Please, please, please, pretty please?”
“How many no’s do I have to repeat for you to understand me?”
“Never.”
There is no turning head needed for Catalina to know that Maria’s lips are slightly curving upward, she could even guess on how many angle if she wants to and could pretty much hit right on the mark.
The Colombian has long given up on trying to understand why is Maria still able to make her feels like a cheating husband when they have been divorced like forever, along with the detail of it was Maria who packed up the suitcases and left in the first place.
Well, not really. Catalina thinks as she feels her headache resurfaced. Maria actually sent a note demanding the Colombian to send her things over. It was such a short note, and she thought the Boss was going to cry when reading it.
Being the Venezuelan’s neighbor must be the joke God plays on her, she thinks, the second joke would be the short-term marriage that she is still not sure if she has completely gotten rid of.
K - Kiss (Br/Arg), zulenha , High School AU
Their first kiss was on the football field, winning after scoring at the very last second of extra time, and Luciano, seizing the chance of everyone was celebrating and paying very little attention to things around, grabbed Martin and kissed him right on the mouth before letting him go like nothing had happened.
And for the rest of the evening, everybody (those who were still on the field and the ones in the speck) was proudly witnessing that their co-captains were chasing after each other with one shouting out “WHAT? YOU LOOKED VERY CUTE AND WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME KISSING YOU?” while the other one, already blushing like crazy, screamed back “SHUT UP AND DON’T MENTION IT HERE DAMN IT!!!”
L - Laughter (Mex/Chi + Pu), berseker , High School AU
Miguel can see his cousin going down the hall with someone walks right next to him if he remains at where he currently is. It is amusing to him that just to see someone who is able to face Manuel without the urge of took off running - can’t blame those who did run, Miguel thinks, since there is no one else knows how hard Manuel can be to those whom he shows no interest to like he does.
But that person apparently knows what to do, or just simply surrounds by the pleasant air that not even Manuel can dislike because so far Miguel has not heard any angry shouts that requesting that person to get out of his way or, oh, that’s right, he should now switch the nouns since Miguel can finally tell who is the brave. Pedro Sánchez, the well-loved, somewhat popular and friends with everybody, though it is still a wonder of why Manuel hasn’t try to push him away to Miguel since after those fortunate years of knowing Manuel González, it is actually a bit uneasy to see someone able to leave his side unscratched when all of his cousins had suffered a good amount.
Manuel only lets people get close to him when he is actually relax with them, and people like that are either hard to find or extinct in Miguel’s knowledge, and he only knows that because he happens to be Manuel’s cousin.
So why does…
An idea flashes through Miguel’s brain like a lightening and leaves him first giggles then laughs uncontrollably and receives probably more attention than he would ever want in his life. But that idea of his cousin might possibly be in love with someone who is totally opposite from him is too amusing, he could care less for once.
M - Maps (Mex/Chi),ilye_aru , University AU
(Continuation of What’s Behind It and Part-time Jobs)
One will normally think that by the time two persons decide to live together and have been done so for about a year, they will learn about how each other’s brain works, leastwise over the basic of what kind of toothpaste brand or clothing style the other prefers.
Well, at least it was expected, otherwise there would be no meaning left about living together besides sharing a bedroom or two and sex - which is wonderful, but hopefully only serves as the bonus instead of the whole purpose.
Pedro begins to wonder about the criteria when he discovered a map in Manuel’s drawer, which he notices that it has been cover by random marks and has absolute no clue of what are those stand for. And becomes more wondered when a second map shows up, following by a third and a fourth. Each one of them were carefully marked, read, and folded back to how it was when purchased, another trait of Manuel-style. Then he puts the maps back to where they were found, because he is going to be late to his part-time soon if he doesn’t hurry and he would really like to see the number in his bank account increases, or at least stay at the safe point.
He hasn’t bothered himself to think too much over it. It just doesn’t seem practical, though he has never been practical for his whole life - take the word back, Pedro just doesn’t see the reason to break a sweat over things like this.
And then few weeks later, Pedro sees words written next to the marks on the most recent map. The initials for weekdays or random numbers that wouldn’t go beyond 31, but they apparently follow a pattern that only the system manager understands and enforces.
So he tries to look at the map closer, this time he recognizes a location that was marked but later erased off - it was a restaurant that he quit not long ago.
N - Never (S. Mex/fem!Chi), berseker
It is Manuela who will hide back to the darkness once Manuel is returning from the state of unconsciousness and no one knows it better than herself.
This is nothing, she says. Manuel takes up all the troubles, I am only in when he is truly unavailable and my present is needed.
Her smile is lightly bitter, something that reminds Itzel about Manuel. They are two sides of the same coin. She tries to remind herself, the coexistence is rare and only exists when the original cannot be around. No, they are not similar to her and Pedro, not now and never will be.
Itzel quietly hold Manuela in her arms, tries to feel her pulse and body temperature and the fragment in her hair.
For she will not be around once Manuel returns from the world of blankness, for she and Manuel cannot coexist.
Not now and never will be.
Ñ - Ñoño (Br/Arg), cremebrulee1 , University AU
It starts with a returned paper, edit, a returned proposal paper for the next column article from the professor.
And it shouldn’t have been a big deal. Seriously, it is just a rejected idea, and every journalism majors should have at least one of them.
“-And then he looked at me and went ‘Hernandez, I need to see you after the class! Come to my office during the office hours.’ in front of everybody! That freaking, cold blood jerk!”
Not to Martin, apparently.
Luciano wonders if he should jut go ahead and tape Martin’s mouth shut so he could have his hour-long peace, before Martin shoves the paper in front of his nose, which all he is able to see at that distance are the giant, red letters by the professor.
That old man obviously doesn’t think saving red ink is one of the most important things in the world.
“See, I just don't get it! ‘Is this the best you can do?’ What the hell does that mean? He marks the paper so hard that he might as well just drill a hole on it!”
…Seriously, like I care.
The future architect barely gives that poor paper a glance before painfully sighs.
Come on, it is just a rejected proposal, not the end of the world. Can’t you save that energy to do something else more useful, like search for another topic or just write another awesome proposal that will make the stubborn professor weep in joy rather than wasting both of our time?
Then Luciano has to dodge flying pillows because he has what is in his mind all over his face and Martin happens to read it.
“I’m going to take the assumption of that all the journalists are whining little bastards who can’t even do things without complaining first in if you’re doing this again.”
“How dare of you!”
“Shut up, I don’t whim just because my professor told me that my blueprint sucks.”
Martin sneers, “yeah right. The news of you tossed that blueprint onto your professor’s face has found its way to my building”
“At least I was proudly showing him of my dissatisfaction toward his teaching and grading skill instead of coming to my boyfriend’s place and whining like hell,” Luciano says as he snatches the paper from Martin’s hand, “you’re not coming over here just for that, do you?”
And then how Martin’s lower lip pouts is just too cute and Luciano has to kiss it.
O - Ocean (Spain+Arg), elwenrin
That child was staring at the wide, almost no end water when the Spaniard first reached the shore. It was also the place where he first met the child that he later named after argentine, something that he discovered much, much later, disappointedly, that the child didn’t have.
It was okay. Antonio had always been an idiot. That was a statement that all of his children should and would have known sooner or later, especially after witnessed his defeat by the nonhuman with eyebrows too thick to ignore. But that did not stop that child to go to the shore and to wait when the chances existed.
Maybe he was just waiting for the man who claimed to be his father to return from the sea, though the child knew by heart that the man would soon again depart. And that was all he did, waiting, just waiting. Listening the sound of waves broke upon hitting the shore and waiting for it to rock him to sleep.
There was once that Antonio came and saw the child waited by the shore, from the way the child looked, it seemed like he had been there like forever, at least long enough for the compassion of the busy Spaniard to spare the time to pick him up.
If Antonio had the time and the heart to even look at the child’s eyes, which were green as his, he would have seen what the child wanted to say but had failed in the language that he was still failed at. But he was too busy and too lost in his own pace, things around he were no longer important in the heart that was once warm.
The child, already curled up in the Spaniard’s arms and apparently asleep, opened his eyes due to the salty scent of ocean on his father’s clothes and gripped on the fabric tighter. I have to be your favorite. Those green eyes said quietly. Aren’t you coming all the way over here for me after all?
P - Papa a la Huancaína (Pu/Bo + Chi), zewod , High School AU
“Come on, say aaaah and eat this, don’t forget to chew it through before you swallow it.”
Like that is ever going to happen. Manuel thinks as he quietly opens up his lunch that’s carefully wrapped in a wax paper. Because Julio looks like he would rather bite Miguel’s whole arm off.
“Quit feeding me! Fuck I am not a child!!!”
But you surely act like just one. If Julio is ever good at reading what’s on people’s mind, that would be exact words floating on top of Miguel and Manuel, the only difference is that Miguel is still smiling like nothing had happened and Manuel just takes a big bite off from his sandwich.
“What? This is served as a Thank You gift for taking care of my llama when I am not available for him.”
“Your fucking little llama will survive on its own even if you left it in the middle of the desert for a month! And if it is not Manuel stole my spot in the football team, I will not even need to face that damn little spitting thing everyday after school!”
The person who is part of both student council and football team sneers, “I did not steal it, you were just too suck to even be in. Now shut up and eat your lunch and stop struggling.”
“I don’t want his freaking little salad! Give my lunch back!”
“How mean, I made this papa a la Huanicaína this morning just for you with crushed saltines in the sauce. Can’t you try to eat at least one bite?”
“You’ve already shoved more than one little fucking bite into my mout-”
Then severe cough due to food almost went down the wrong tube pauses the complain that Julio had by his mouth and Manuel, already halfway done with his food, moves about ten cementers away from the source of noises.
“Wait a minute! Manuel why are you moving away from us? Stop feeding me! Miguel! I don’t want another bite of lettuce!”
Keep struggling, cousin. In the mean time, I will just pretend that I don’t personally know you or blood-related to either one of you. Manuel thinks as he finally reaches his last bite.
Q - Queen, (Co/Ve), elwenrin
“I am bored,” she announces, arms around the pillow that could be viewed as a temperately replacement for certain people, “useless little brother, go and get Catalina for me.”
If Rodrigo is granted one wish right now, the first thing he would love to do is to place a queen tag onto Maria before runs out from the room and then pretends like nothing had ever happened.
R - Reasons (Mex/Chi+OC Kid), ilye_aru
Tiare Raharoa stares at the adolescence, her nephew who barely left her brother’s side, before resting a gentle hand onto that dark brown hair she is not sure was from her brother or the father of this child.
“You’ve got something in your mind, need to talk your Auntie Tiare about them?”
Álvaro shakes his head, an indication to show that he has outgrown the stage to be treated as a child, before heads to the beach.
He has always loved the sound of shore. Something that he grew up with and knew it well. He watches the seawater going slowly away and knows that it will return soon, like what he will eventually do.
But before that, he will stay here. A place where he could see his mother’s land if he ever desired so, and he is sure that his Mamá must been looking at this direction long and hard ever since his depart.
The imagination makes him frown.
I’m sorry, Papá, I still broke Mamá’s heart.
He imagines that Papá will rush down in a little while, there is not way that Mamá will hide this news from Papá. And even if Mamá did try, Papá will always come out of a way to make Mamá spill the words out so there shall be no worries, at least not in while. Mamá will try to get him back but then eventually, eventually Papá will talk Mamá out of it before requesting him to at least visit home sometimes. And maybe he will be a sweet child that he has always been and…
And maybe he will just do a quick visit, saying a quick hi to Mamá before heading out to see Papá, before the news of his return makes its way to the neighbors.
And then hopefully, he will not have to see Vina.
S - Sexy Library (Ecuador), zewod
Francisco tries not to draw too much of air in at the first attempt. The smell of old, precious books is good, but he only prefers it when the acrid odor of dust is not included. With the dim light he can see all of the books, randomly display at odd corners, and the girls who have fallen asleep long before they know.
He enjoys the place, books and girls, maybe both. But like he will ever admit the later in front of others, especially to his pets.
Picking up several books that remind him of a good old friend, Francisco smiles as he finds a corner with perfect lighting and comfort. It is still early, and he can read some, maybe until his pets are awake and looking for him.
T - Tender (Spain/Romano), zulenha
Antonio had the dream of himself slowly going insane.
The smell of blood was there, everywhere, from the wall to the ceiling and from the bottom of his boots to the tip of his fingers. The flavor of rusting iron filled the mouth, leaving the salty bitterness inside of it.
He had killed. Regardless of the necessaries or not, his axe had swing through the air and wrecked lives, those he would never know, numerous of bodies that built up the stairs to the insanity and welcomed him in. His hands had been stained so bad that sometimes he wanted to be in the shower of holy waters.
Not that would wash away his sin, but it should work better than all the spice in the Arabic. It was holy, wasn’t it?
Then night sky welcomed him home, already sicken from being onboard the whole time, Antonio swung the door open and saw Lovino sitting on the bed that was made of the best silk one could have found with the linen nightclothes on.
Those hazel eyes were staring right at his, so sharp that could bring Antonio onto his knees immediately if he was caught off guard.
He was, all of the fights had tired him. His head was hurting from overuse and he was just, just…
He collapsed into the bed with his head rested right at Lovino’s knees. Feeling the touch of the Italian’s hand and trying, just trying, to let go of the things that had been building up.
Then he heard the rather soft Italian spoken over his head as the hand stroked through his black hair. Something that indicated the tender side of Lovino that would normally not shown.
“I told you that not to push yourself too hard, cacchio.”
U - Universe (Br/Arg), ilye_aru , University AU
Luciano tosses another bag of dry whatever into the grocery cart before looks back and realizes that he had somehow lost Martin again in between the aisles.
Don’t tell me that he is off to that goddamn beauty section again he just filled his the top of his dresser full-
Sometimes it is better not to think about what you are most afraid of.
Because by the time Luciano reaches the beauty aisle in the speed of light, Martin is already bending over the section that’s mostly powdered foundations and blushes and maybe eye shadows, but like Luciano cares since the best thing his brain could do is to differentiate powders and liquids.
Hell, it’s like another universe here.
Taking back a sentence that was said, sometimes Luciano wonders if he is in a relationship with a woman instead of a man, especially when he enters Martin’s room and feels like he has fallen into a fourth dimension, especially when Martin start babbling about how good is this eye cream work or how that toner feels funny after he applied to his face or heaven knows what kind of facial scrubs is good for the skin. Seriously, who cares? There is a reason that he is a guy instead of a girl, and Martin is breaking the rule.
Luciano feels the urge to facepalm himself just by guessing that Martin is comparing between the prices and the quality of the make-ups while trying to make the decision that is like life-or-death matter to him. It’s time to get a net just to net Martin back from the other universe, he thinks as his fists crunch tightly. Because I am not going to spend forever here with you just for another possible facelift option, I am serious!
V - Virgin (OC kids), b_what
From this angle they can see the kids arguing, all right, kids in their eyes despite the fact that both of them has reach the physical age of 17 or more with god knows how old are them psychologically.
Then one of them, possibly Pedro who happens to be getting another shot of drink, overheard - if under that volume can be determined as overheard - a slightly irritating statement of “so what? Does the idea of me having sex with someone really get underneath your skin?” from his son, whose personality has been rated as where has the temper of his mom gone to, does he care anything at all, and how the hell did you end up with a kid like this by everyone else.
And before any of the person with the title of parent able to say something to stop those two who are growing a bit faster than any of them wants, a “DAMNNIT YOU ARE NOT ALLOW TO HAVE SEX BEFORE I DO!” from Vina has either frozen them or made them chocked on the beer.
Goodness gracious, kids, please discuss things like this when your poor parents are not around, they have already suffered enough from turning a blind eye on this.
W - Winter (Chi+OC kid), elwenrin
Álvaro remembers those long, long walks that his Mamá would take him to, maybe those walks were long because he was still little and Mamá walks a bit slower than usual, maybe that was one of the way for Mamá to display his loneliness when Papá was not around - heading home for business that couldn’t be avoided at all or what - as he realizes later that Papá never took him back to Mexico without having Mamá come along.
That walk was longer than usual, to the point that Álvaro could not see anymore light that was brighter than stars and Mamá hadn’t shown any interest of turning back.
Stay with Mamá when I am gone, because your Mamá gets lonely easily.
Álvaro stared into Papá’s dark brown eyes, the color that he passed to him, in his usual way before learning that Papá was serious as the Mexican wrapped him in the new scarf.
Take care of Mamá. Papá said, because winters are long. Papá said that before he headed back to where he belongs.
It’s too long, Papá, it’s just too long when you’re not here. Álvaro thought as he tucked his gloved hand into Mamá’s and felt Mamá’s grip a little tighter than usual. Mamá, he wanted to ask but did not. Are you lonely because Papá is not here?
Nothing could be answered since the question was not asked.
Álvaro slightly shivered. The air was cold, maybe a bit too cold even in his standard. He just wanted this walk to be over, as soon as it could.
And the winter needed to be over with it, because then Papá would return and things would be normal again.
X - Xenophobia (Dominican/Haiti), zewod
René feels the touch Gregorio’s hand on his cheek during his sleep, but tries to pretend it was just a random sea breeze so his body would not tremble. It is not good for Gregorio to learn that he has became a light sleeper lately, because then Gregorio will then try to get out of his way altogether.
They have been trying to get closer to each other these days, hoping to reach the level that René won’t get as jumpy as he is now, which could mean that he will get extremely uncomfortable or might just takes off running when some particular persons approaches him. This is so not fitting the happy-go-lucky, sunshine-like nature that René tries to present to others. Gregorio later marks, after witnessed René almost fell off from the bed in terror when Alfred came for visit after the earthquake.
Gregorio cannot understand this, though it is expected. The fact is, Gregorio does not understand René most of the time, maybe same thing back to René, too.
They are the strangers who happened to live on the same island, moving more and more away from each other because of their guardians and all of the differences.
Despite of that, they are still neighbors, and most likely will remain this way until one of them disappears. But sometimes René wonders, just wonders, that would Gregorio treats him better, maybe just nicer, if they have not been neighbors. And again, then he is unsure of himself of being comfortable to even see Gregorio approaching him, since it is no wonder that he has trouble to repress the urge of hiding whenever people try to get too close.
Shhh, think quietly, because if he thinks too hard and begins to get nervous about the current situation, the frequency of his breathing will increase and then Gregorio will then realize that he has been awaken for a while and will surely get mad at him and René just doesn’t want it to happen, at least not now.
Not when he has finally getting a little more relaxed when Gregorio is around.
Y - ¡¡Y que siga la fiesta mi negro!! (Cuba+Puerto Rico), zewod
“You’re a fool.” Vicente said.
“Shut up, you know that you’re going to enjoy this as much as I do.” Is what Blanca replied before she cheerily drags the Cuban and heads to the crowd, where all the noises and people and heaven knows what located and is loud enough to break a eardrum or two.
She meant what she says. Vicente knows that by heart though rather glad to keep it to himself alone.
And hell, he will enjoys this just like she says, but he hates to let her run without a clarification and she knows it as well as he does.
So instead of letting Blanca runs wild like she intends, he grabs her back before the crowd covers his voice, which could be any minutes from now on if he doesn’t do it fast, and unsurprisingly sees her giving him the hard stare.
“Let me get this clear, what I have problem now is that you’re still thinking about marrying Alfred after knowing all these years that how much I dislike that damn American!”
“You’re the one with the problem, not me. Since I am now living in his place, I will be the fool to claim that I do not want a seat in his Congress just to voice my opinion,” from this angle Vicente can see one of Blanca’s eyebrows slightly raises, one of the facial expression that he has been familiar with after all of these years, “if that small Hawaii is able to do it, then so am I.”
“Oh, whatever. Just don’t tell me that you’re doing this because then you can have a quarter coin that’s yours.”
“I already got that, want to see me mess up his flag too?”
He sees the girl runs into the dancing crowd, the smile on that tanned face is so beautiful and so hard to ignore, before she cheerfully calls his name and demands him to come and join her.
So he sighs lightly and does just like what she asks.
Z - Zero (Pu+Chi), ilye_aru , High School AU
(Continuation of letter L: Laughter)
Miguel had to laugh at Manuel after realizing whom might Manuel currently involved with and to tell someone, anyone. He just couldn't help it. It was like getting his Christmas present a day early and he loved to be that spoiled child who generally felt no shame from showing his new, shining toy off and being showered by envious looks.
Of course he didn’t tell everyone, it would be such an unkind act to do, as he later marked. It was just happened that those whom he had told suffered a bit more troubles with tongue controlling.
So it shouldn’t be a surprise when Monday came and the news had already spread through the school and Manuel was ready to tear him into pieces.
It wasn’t, he would really be surprised if Manuel didn’t react to it at all.
The only shame about being someone’s cousin was that it was always too late to run by the time that you saw him coming. Miguel thought as he quickly escaped from the building before his angry cousin turning the school into a ground zero.
Moved the OC kids over to the character settings because I want this page to be drabbles only. lol
Stole from Ber… the Great A-Z Multifandom Drabbling Meme!
This is how it works:
1. Pick a letter.
2. Pick a prompt that starts with that letter (ex. K is for Keyhole).
3. Pick a fandom and a character/pairing/platonic relationship*.
-You can claim up to two letters, three or more if I am done with whatever .
-Repeating character or pairing is ok, of course, but you can't claim a letter that's already claimed. And please, please do not pick the pairing that I can't write.
-Hetalia and/or Latin Hetalia, and/or OC kids only o/ (genderbend is ok, btw, even it's OC kids lol)
-There's no limit to the length of the drabbles because I like very, very short ones. o/
And here is a sorted list just if you're looking for a particular pair or theme:
Br/Arg
Bittersweet
Honesty
Independence
Co/Ve
Joke
Queen
Ecuador
Sexy Library
Spain+Arg
Ocean
Spain/Romano
Tender
Cuba+Puerto Rico
¡¡Y que siga la fiesta mi negro!!
Dominican/Haiti
Xenophobia
High School AU
Br/Arg
Dream
Eyes
Kiss
Mex/Chi
Laughter
Pu/Bo
Papa a la Huancaína
Pu+Chi
Zero
University AU
Br/Arg
Universe
Ñoño
Mex/Chi
Maps
Vampire AU
Br/Arg
Agony
Colour
Mex/Chi
Grey
Genderbend
S. Mex/Chi
Never
OC Characters
Py/Uy
Firefly
OC Kids
Reasons
Virgin
Winter
A - Agony (Br/Arg), berseker , Vampire AU
Marti’s skin feels cold.
It has always been like that, even back to the days that he was still a human. It dropped a bit when he turned to immortal, back to regular human level during the times of lovemaking. Either way, Luciano always finds comfort that he could still feel a tiny bit of heat that’s buried underneath the skin, another indication of the existence of a life that’s twisted in one end.
They are immortal beings, which should be meant that no one would leave the world first unless the sun never falls, right?
Then how come that Luciano feels like he is holding a statue carved out from the ice instead of the body of whom he loves?
B - Bittersweet (Br/Arg), elwenrin
The chocolate is slowly melting in the bowl and leaks out the smell that is enough to make people dizzy just by standing by the side. Martin stirs the now brown liquid-ish thing with a wooden spoon when he feels a pair of arms around his waist.
“How long are you going to take to finish whatever you’re currently doing?”
“What do you think?”
The wooden spoon stops stirring as Martin pulls it out to taste the flavor. Outside of the container the water is still boiling. The calendar on the wall displays today’s date as the weekend before the massive chocolate consumption.
If you have any brain left, then you’ll understand what am I doing.
Martin thinks as he laughingly smears a layer of melting dark chocolate onto Luciano’s mouth with his finger before kissing it with his, the taste of bittersweet cocoa is still there few hours after.
C - Colour (Br/Arg),b_what , Vampire AU
“I told you that you’re on your own if you determine to hunt the food instead of drink out of those damn bags I got for you.”
Martin raises one of his eyebrows but decides not to react to Luciano’s words, he has known Luciano way too well after living with him for about a hundred years or two and been into numerous fights with him, it is just better not to start something now since it’s almost dawn and he is sleepy from being out the whole night.
Especially when he is already feeling awfully dizzy from lack of blood consumption.
“Leave me alone, it’s almost morning and I want to sleep, so move yourself away from the entrance of my bedroom because I am not about to stand at here and turn into ashes when the sun rises.”
“Going to bed when you’re still hungry? How inelegant.”
“You’re the last person on the earth can accuse me about being inelegant, now get out of my way, Luciano, before I kill you due to lack of sleep.”
“Sure, just don't try to take a bite of me during your sleep, because I won't let you have the chance.”
“Like I want to drink a drop your damn blood in the first place, you stupid half-blood -”
The argument is forced into abandonment due to one of the participants is suddenly too weak to stand without the help of a wall.
For a second or two all Martin could see is as blurry as if someone had splashed water over his visual range. Dizziness, it is always the dizziness. The worst feeling ever, for this, that, or maybe just everything, Martin thinks as he tries to get back onto his feet before he loses the balance for the second time. The body temperature that is not warm in the first place is dropping drastically and brings out the feeling of being lightheaded.
What would you do when you are cold and there is a warm body coming near you? …Simple, you will try to get as near it as possible.
Maybe he bit a bit too hard, but right now he cannot think that far, not when all he could see is the color of red covering up what he can see. The taste of rusty iron overflows his taste buds and senses before knocks him onto the warmness, which is surprisingly soft and comfortable enough for him to fall into the unconsciousness, something that has been calling him since the first ray of sun broke through the sky.
Luciano sighs as he picks the now asleep roommate up, the two new holes that Martin planted on his neck are still burning but he could care less for now.
“Starvation plus sleepiness, what a good combination, and you certainly do not look elegant like this.” he says to Martin before places a kiss onto his forehead, “I will deal with the fact that you bit me again after calling me stupid when you’re more awake.
D - Dream (Br/Arg), berseker , High School AU
Forgetting how long was the walk, but it must had been a pretty long walk since his legs were tired, heavy just like if they were tired to the iron. Martin tried to look at the sky and felt the dizziness flowing up, like running river, and the sky was so dark with the stars too bright, bright to the point that they were cold just like the air surrounded him.
This is part of you. Something whispered next to his ears. This is what belongs to you and what you belong to.
No it was not, at least it should be not. Martin shook his head in protest, and then the memories flew in, heavy as the winter storm, filled with sorrows that were too heavy to bear for a human being and enough to drown him in.
He saw people he knew in the broken pieces of memories: things that he should have known in the form of something that he should have known but seemed so distant. Are you sure that you really know what they are? Voice appeared again as the unnamed pain surfaced that almost caused him to scream.
Keep running, but you can’t run away from your responsibilities. You’re tied to this land, from the day you’re born until the day you die. Just like them, every single one of them.
Them?
Then the faces he knew resurfaced on the retina. Classmates’, teammates’, and Luciano’s, it always has to do with Luciano in the end no matter of what.
Something was calling his name from faraway, repeatedly echoing in the air, it was the voice that Martin was so familiar with.
Damn it, where would that idiot be if he were trapped in here forever?
Martin opens his eyes and sees a blurry vision of Luciano and the white ceiling of the Nurse’s office. The cold washcloth feels so nice over his forehead that he could have closed his eyes again though knowing that Luciano will definitely shaking him up for it.
“So, how do you feel after fainting during the practice due to the high fever that was failed to mention?”
Suddenly all Martin only wants to do is to drag the washcloth down to cover his vision, which is mostly Luciano’s face at the moment.
“Terrible. I had a dream of us being countries.”
“Why? Countries are almost immortal. Then we can be together forever as long as we don’t screw up too badly.”
“HELL NO. The idea of me looking at that dumb face of yours for the next three hundred years makes me sick.”
Luciano laughs and lands a kiss on Martin’s forehead and that shuts his co-captain up instantly from the protest.
E - Eyes (Br/Arg), berseker , High School AU
“What are you doing?”
“I am looking at you, isn't that obvious?”
“And what are you seeing?”
“Your eyes, they are the colors of the rainforest.”
“And can you please do your spontaneous research in somewhere else? Seriously, Luciano, WE ARE STILL IN THE CLASS AND THE TEACHER IS GOING TO THROW A CHALK AT US AT ANY MOMENT.”
F - Firefly (OC Py/Uy), elwenrin
Someone must have painted the sky dark when I was unaware of. Pablo thinks as he slowly opens his eyes and only sees the dim light of stars mounted in the sky and feels the odd pressure from one of his arms.
That’s right. He robs the area between his eyes with the hand that’s not occupied as the memory slowly being rubbed back in. It was Ursula who proposed the idea of coming over in the first place and he, being his usual self, agreed without much of questioning. So here they are, in the middle of the woods, when it is too dark to seek the way home and a good night vision is obviously lacked.
Pablo sighs as he realizes it will be pointless to try to move when Ursula is occupying one of his arms. Though already causing him troubles, she still sleeps like an angel with her blond hair scattered on her shawl and the blanket they are currently laying on. Just like a hibernating bear. Of course Pablo puts the thought out before it can go too far, it is already bad that Luciano had inserted the word ursa into his head, the chance of having his girlfriend, who by chance could receive all the available information, actually performs like a raging bear.
So why on earth did they decide to come over here in the first…
The thoughts of Paraguayan fade into the air as the dim lights, like broken pieces of scattered sun, surface from the dark. What did Ursula say before their departure? There is a place that I want to go with… y-o-u…
He turns to the Uruguayan and surprisingly discovers that she has already awakened, smiling beautifully at him with unspoken words in those alluring green eyes.
G - Grey (Mex/Chi), b_what , Vampire AU
Manuel awakes by the time that twilight already faded from the sky. The color of orange is now nowhere to be seen besides the very tip of clouds, rest of them are grey, grey, grey, something that he has learnt to get used to after all these years of hiding away from crowd, away from the sun, away from the warmth.
It is a color that just feels too cold to gaze at. Manuel closes his eyes in refusal of looking at it as something resurfaces from the memory. In the dark place where no light sheds, no one else is breathing beside himself, when a voice just echoed in his head.
Do you want to come with me?
He crawls out from the safe zone and sees Pedro, who has been up for a while due to his resistance to light, sitting on the side of the cart with both eyes focused at one certain point of the sky.
Must in communication with his sister again. Manuel thinks, knowing Pedro’s ability in telepathy and had learned not to be surprised by it, or showing any feeling that reflects jealousy hiding somewhere inside of the place that called heart.
Pedro has his life before they met, and still has it after that. There is nothing that José Manuel González Rodríquez can do about it.
The darkness that slowly paints the grey sky into navy blue indicates the time, and the only thing that Manuel notices is that Pedro momentarily closes his eyes as if falling into deep thoughts, then he feels himself being pulled into those arms that he has been familiar with over the past time and a light kiss that falls onto his mouth. Inside of his puzzled eyes there is reflection of Pedro’s smile, warm as the midsummer night air.
“Itzel, my twin sister, demands us to head home because she wants to properly meet you before she beats me down onto the floor for keep delaying the departure.”
For a second there is nothing left in Manuel’s brain besides what Pedro said when they first met, when he had chosen solitude to accompany and thought that would be the eternity, when his dreams were greyed by the destiny of immortality.
It is too lonely to be alone.
He stared at that hand quietly in the darkness, not even sure of if he should take it, knowing there would be no turning back after the die is tossed.
But still…
“Do you want me to delay the departure date again?”
That is not what matters, but it is still appreciated. Manuel shakes his head lightly as he rests his now dizzy head on Pedro’s shoulder. It is just that my grey matter is acting up for a moment, if I still have one in the first case.
H - Honesty (Br/Arg), zulenha
It took Luciano a good bit of while to realize that he had to reverse about half of things Martin said just to understand the undertone. Maybe it was because the Argentinean brain was wired wrong since the first day Antonio took him underneath his wings or whatsoever, or it might just be something that came in nature since if using Martin as a yardstick, then all of other Antonio’s children would have failed to reach the standard, maybe except Manuel, but the Chilean would rather be damned than being compared to Martin.
He had been thinking about this, like, hardcore serious, for last few days now. Maybe it was because that his brain was still trying to process that shyest look on Martin’s face he saw few days ago. And so far Luciano was still not sure if he should be amused or scared by it.
(The) Martin (in everyone’s common consent) knew not what embarrassment was, he was just not capable of doing that.
Then who the hell could please explain to him that what on the motherly earth did that shy blush on that damn Argentinean face mean?
It was not making any sense, especially when it was after the “shut up, you just not know better than I do” statement, the very Argentinean-style that distinguished him from everyone else. No, it was just not making any senses. At least not in the way that the Brazilian could understand and he was sure that it had nothing to do with his level of intelligent as the Argentinean claimed earlier.
The feeling of something rubbing against him got Luciano back to the reality, along with the smell of alcohol and background noises. So he tilted his head only to see that Martin, who was sitting next to him when the drinking began, had his back almost on Luciano’s lap and his arms around Luciano’s neck and-and-and his lips was only a centimeter or two away from Luciano’s and -
Hell.
He got a drunk Argentinean in his arms. Revised. He got a very drunk Argentinean in his arm right now. And this drunk Argentinean was acting nothing like his usual self by being all clingy and cuddly and just too sweet and shocking that almost made the Brazilian drop him onto the floor in terror.
What the hell had happened when his mind went off?
Luciano was still trying to recover from the ultimate shock when Martin, obviously getting impatient over the lack of action of the Brazilian, decided to move his face closer, ah, maybe a bit too close, but…
But he actually looked cute like this. Damn it.
Luciano cursed underneath his breath before he picked Martin, now completely clung on him with a drunken smile on the face before buried it in Luciano’s chest and giggled like this was the best thing of all.
Maybe that blush did mean something. But screw it. Who cared about it anyway? If Martin did have something to say, he would broadcast it long ago.
Luciano was still in the process of thinking when a hand touched his check, warm and soft and rather tender. And he heard another giggle and then realized something. The Argentinean honesty was sealed on the backside of the same coin. He should have thought about it long ago.
I - Independence (Br/Arg), b_what
“As a long term neighbor, I have feel the urge to remind you that you got one of the fakest and stupidest grins on your face for the whole day and there is really no need for that.”
Luciano turns around and sees Martin leaning against the back of sofa that he has been sitting for a while. It’s too much to argue that he still feels the odd whenever comes to this for now, especially with Martin, who he has been fortunately - or unfortunately judging by the situation - known for so long and longer than he might have ever wished.
“Shut up. I am the one who is having the birthday today and you can either pour me a drink or go away and leave me alone,”
“A nightcap, may I ask?”
Luciano raises his head upon hearing the mucking tone in Martin’s voice and happens to see the strange light in those forest greens. Next second, before the Argentinean reflex able to respond, he has already been pulled into the sofa with the Brazilian and they are necking like crazy with shirts falling onto the floor.
J - Joke (Co/Ve), zulenha
“Please?”
“No. And as I’ve told you before, my hands are full at the current point and have no time to spare for whatever you want to complain over, especially if it is about my friendship with whosoever,” the skin of that hand looks rather tan when holding the while coffee cup, a pretty color that’s enough to steal anyone’s gaze.
Maria narrows her eyes as she slowly moves herself from where she was originally sitting to Catalina’s side and wraps her arms around the Colombian’s waist as her quiet protest.
“Please, please, please, pretty please?”
“How many no’s do I have to repeat for you to understand me?”
“Never.”
There is no turning head needed for Catalina to know that Maria’s lips are slightly curving upward, she could even guess on how many angle if she wants to and could pretty much hit right on the mark.
The Colombian has long given up on trying to understand why is Maria still able to make her feels like a cheating husband when they have been divorced like forever, along with the detail of it was Maria who packed up the suitcases and left in the first place.
Well, not really. Catalina thinks as she feels her headache resurfaced. Maria actually sent a note demanding the Colombian to send her things over. It was such a short note, and she thought the Boss was going to cry when reading it.
Being the Venezuelan’s neighbor must be the joke God plays on her, she thinks, the second joke would be the short-term marriage that she is still not sure if she has completely gotten rid of.
K - Kiss (Br/Arg), zulenha , High School AU
Their first kiss was on the football field, winning after scoring at the very last second of extra time, and Luciano, seizing the chance of everyone was celebrating and paying very little attention to things around, grabbed Martin and kissed him right on the mouth before letting him go like nothing had happened.
And for the rest of the evening, everybody (those who were still on the field and the ones in the speck) was proudly witnessing that their co-captains were chasing after each other with one shouting out “WHAT? YOU LOOKED VERY CUTE AND WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME KISSING YOU?” while the other one, already blushing like crazy, screamed back “SHUT UP AND DON’T MENTION IT HERE DAMN IT!!!”
L - Laughter (Mex/Chi + Pu), berseker , High School AU
Miguel can see his cousin going down the hall with someone walks right next to him if he remains at where he currently is. It is amusing to him that just to see someone who is able to face Manuel without the urge of took off running - can’t blame those who did run, Miguel thinks, since there is no one else knows how hard Manuel can be to those whom he shows no interest to like he does.
But that person apparently knows what to do, or just simply surrounds by the pleasant air that not even Manuel can dislike because so far Miguel has not heard any angry shouts that requesting that person to get out of his way or, oh, that’s right, he should now switch the nouns since Miguel can finally tell who is the brave. Pedro Sánchez, the well-loved, somewhat popular and friends with everybody, though it is still a wonder of why Manuel hasn’t try to push him away to Miguel since after those fortunate years of knowing Manuel González, it is actually a bit uneasy to see someone able to leave his side unscratched when all of his cousins had suffered a good amount.
Manuel only lets people get close to him when he is actually relax with them, and people like that are either hard to find or extinct in Miguel’s knowledge, and he only knows that because he happens to be Manuel’s cousin.
So why does…
An idea flashes through Miguel’s brain like a lightening and leaves him first giggles then laughs uncontrollably and receives probably more attention than he would ever want in his life. But that idea of his cousin might possibly be in love with someone who is totally opposite from him is too amusing, he could care less for once.
M - Maps (Mex/Chi),ilye_aru , University AU
(Continuation of What’s Behind It and Part-time Jobs)
One will normally think that by the time two persons decide to live together and have been done so for about a year, they will learn about how each other’s brain works, leastwise over the basic of what kind of toothpaste brand or clothing style the other prefers.
Well, at least it was expected, otherwise there would be no meaning left about living together besides sharing a bedroom or two and sex - which is wonderful, but hopefully only serves as the bonus instead of the whole purpose.
Pedro begins to wonder about the criteria when he discovered a map in Manuel’s drawer, which he notices that it has been cover by random marks and has absolute no clue of what are those stand for. And becomes more wondered when a second map shows up, following by a third and a fourth. Each one of them were carefully marked, read, and folded back to how it was when purchased, another trait of Manuel-style. Then he puts the maps back to where they were found, because he is going to be late to his part-time soon if he doesn’t hurry and he would really like to see the number in his bank account increases, or at least stay at the safe point.
He hasn’t bothered himself to think too much over it. It just doesn’t seem practical, though he has never been practical for his whole life - take the word back, Pedro just doesn’t see the reason to break a sweat over things like this.
And then few weeks later, Pedro sees words written next to the marks on the most recent map. The initials for weekdays or random numbers that wouldn’t go beyond 31, but they apparently follow a pattern that only the system manager understands and enforces.
So he tries to look at the map closer, this time he recognizes a location that was marked but later erased off - it was a restaurant that he quit not long ago.
N - Never (S. Mex/fem!Chi), berseker
It is Manuela who will hide back to the darkness once Manuel is returning from the state of unconsciousness and no one knows it better than herself.
This is nothing, she says. Manuel takes up all the troubles, I am only in when he is truly unavailable and my present is needed.
Her smile is lightly bitter, something that reminds Itzel about Manuel. They are two sides of the same coin. She tries to remind herself, the coexistence is rare and only exists when the original cannot be around. No, they are not similar to her and Pedro, not now and never will be.
Itzel quietly hold Manuela in her arms, tries to feel her pulse and body temperature and the fragment in her hair.
For she will not be around once Manuel returns from the world of blankness, for she and Manuel cannot coexist.
Not now and never will be.
Ñ - Ñoño (Br/Arg), cremebrulee1 , University AU
It starts with a returned paper, edit, a returned proposal paper for the next column article from the professor.
And it shouldn’t have been a big deal. Seriously, it is just a rejected idea, and every journalism majors should have at least one of them.
“-And then he looked at me and went ‘Hernandez, I need to see you after the class! Come to my office during the office hours.’ in front of everybody! That freaking, cold blood jerk!”
Not to Martin, apparently.
Luciano wonders if he should jut go ahead and tape Martin’s mouth shut so he could have his hour-long peace, before Martin shoves the paper in front of his nose, which all he is able to see at that distance are the giant, red letters by the professor.
That old man obviously doesn’t think saving red ink is one of the most important things in the world.
“See, I just don't get it! ‘Is this the best you can do?’ What the hell does that mean? He marks the paper so hard that he might as well just drill a hole on it!”
…Seriously, like I care.
The future architect barely gives that poor paper a glance before painfully sighs.
Come on, it is just a rejected proposal, not the end of the world. Can’t you save that energy to do something else more useful, like search for another topic or just write another awesome proposal that will make the stubborn professor weep in joy rather than wasting both of our time?
Then Luciano has to dodge flying pillows because he has what is in his mind all over his face and Martin happens to read it.
“I’m going to take the assumption of that all the journalists are whining little bastards who can’t even do things without complaining first in if you’re doing this again.”
“How dare of you!”
“Shut up, I don’t whim just because my professor told me that my blueprint sucks.”
Martin sneers, “yeah right. The news of you tossed that blueprint onto your professor’s face has found its way to my building”
“At least I was proudly showing him of my dissatisfaction toward his teaching and grading skill instead of coming to my boyfriend’s place and whining like hell,” Luciano says as he snatches the paper from Martin’s hand, “you’re not coming over here just for that, do you?”
And then how Martin’s lower lip pouts is just too cute and Luciano has to kiss it.
O - Ocean (Spain+Arg), elwenrin
That child was staring at the wide, almost no end water when the Spaniard first reached the shore. It was also the place where he first met the child that he later named after argentine, something that he discovered much, much later, disappointedly, that the child didn’t have.
It was okay. Antonio had always been an idiot. That was a statement that all of his children should and would have known sooner or later, especially after witnessed his defeat by the nonhuman with eyebrows too thick to ignore. But that did not stop that child to go to the shore and to wait when the chances existed.
Maybe he was just waiting for the man who claimed to be his father to return from the sea, though the child knew by heart that the man would soon again depart. And that was all he did, waiting, just waiting. Listening the sound of waves broke upon hitting the shore and waiting for it to rock him to sleep.
There was once that Antonio came and saw the child waited by the shore, from the way the child looked, it seemed like he had been there like forever, at least long enough for the compassion of the busy Spaniard to spare the time to pick him up.
If Antonio had the time and the heart to even look at the child’s eyes, which were green as his, he would have seen what the child wanted to say but had failed in the language that he was still failed at. But he was too busy and too lost in his own pace, things around he were no longer important in the heart that was once warm.
The child, already curled up in the Spaniard’s arms and apparently asleep, opened his eyes due to the salty scent of ocean on his father’s clothes and gripped on the fabric tighter. I have to be your favorite. Those green eyes said quietly. Aren’t you coming all the way over here for me after all?
P - Papa a la Huancaína (Pu/Bo + Chi), zewod , High School AU
“Come on, say aaaah and eat this, don’t forget to chew it through before you swallow it.”
Like that is ever going to happen. Manuel thinks as he quietly opens up his lunch that’s carefully wrapped in a wax paper. Because Julio looks like he would rather bite Miguel’s whole arm off.
“Quit feeding me! Fuck I am not a child!!!”
But you surely act like just one. If Julio is ever good at reading what’s on people’s mind, that would be exact words floating on top of Miguel and Manuel, the only difference is that Miguel is still smiling like nothing had happened and Manuel just takes a big bite off from his sandwich.
“What? This is served as a Thank You gift for taking care of my llama when I am not available for him.”
“Your fucking little llama will survive on its own even if you left it in the middle of the desert for a month! And if it is not Manuel stole my spot in the football team, I will not even need to face that damn little spitting thing everyday after school!”
The person who is part of both student council and football team sneers, “I did not steal it, you were just too suck to even be in. Now shut up and eat your lunch and stop struggling.”
“I don’t want his freaking little salad! Give my lunch back!”
“How mean, I made this papa a la Huanicaína this morning just for you with crushed saltines in the sauce. Can’t you try to eat at least one bite?”
“You’ve already shoved more than one little fucking bite into my mout-”
Then severe cough due to food almost went down the wrong tube pauses the complain that Julio had by his mouth and Manuel, already halfway done with his food, moves about ten cementers away from the source of noises.
“Wait a minute! Manuel why are you moving away from us? Stop feeding me! Miguel! I don’t want another bite of lettuce!”
Keep struggling, cousin. In the mean time, I will just pretend that I don’t personally know you or blood-related to either one of you. Manuel thinks as he finally reaches his last bite.
Q - Queen, (Co/Ve), elwenrin
“I am bored,” she announces, arms around the pillow that could be viewed as a temperately replacement for certain people, “useless little brother, go and get Catalina for me.”
If Rodrigo is granted one wish right now, the first thing he would love to do is to place a queen tag onto Maria before runs out from the room and then pretends like nothing had ever happened.
R - Reasons (Mex/Chi+OC Kid), ilye_aru
Tiare Raharoa stares at the adolescence, her nephew who barely left her brother’s side, before resting a gentle hand onto that dark brown hair she is not sure was from her brother or the father of this child.
“You’ve got something in your mind, need to talk your Auntie Tiare about them?”
Álvaro shakes his head, an indication to show that he has outgrown the stage to be treated as a child, before heads to the beach.
He has always loved the sound of shore. Something that he grew up with and knew it well. He watches the seawater going slowly away and knows that it will return soon, like what he will eventually do.
But before that, he will stay here. A place where he could see his mother’s land if he ever desired so, and he is sure that his Mamá must been looking at this direction long and hard ever since his depart.
The imagination makes him frown.
I’m sorry, Papá, I still broke Mamá’s heart.
He imagines that Papá will rush down in a little while, there is not way that Mamá will hide this news from Papá. And even if Mamá did try, Papá will always come out of a way to make Mamá spill the words out so there shall be no worries, at least not in while. Mamá will try to get him back but then eventually, eventually Papá will talk Mamá out of it before requesting him to at least visit home sometimes. And maybe he will be a sweet child that he has always been and…
And maybe he will just do a quick visit, saying a quick hi to Mamá before heading out to see Papá, before the news of his return makes its way to the neighbors.
And then hopefully, he will not have to see Vina.
S - Sexy Library (Ecuador), zewod
Francisco tries not to draw too much of air in at the first attempt. The smell of old, precious books is good, but he only prefers it when the acrid odor of dust is not included. With the dim light he can see all of the books, randomly display at odd corners, and the girls who have fallen asleep long before they know.
He enjoys the place, books and girls, maybe both. But like he will ever admit the later in front of others, especially to his pets.
Picking up several books that remind him of a good old friend, Francisco smiles as he finds a corner with perfect lighting and comfort. It is still early, and he can read some, maybe until his pets are awake and looking for him.
T - Tender (Spain/Romano), zulenha
Antonio had the dream of himself slowly going insane.
The smell of blood was there, everywhere, from the wall to the ceiling and from the bottom of his boots to the tip of his fingers. The flavor of rusting iron filled the mouth, leaving the salty bitterness inside of it.
He had killed. Regardless of the necessaries or not, his axe had swing through the air and wrecked lives, those he would never know, numerous of bodies that built up the stairs to the insanity and welcomed him in. His hands had been stained so bad that sometimes he wanted to be in the shower of holy waters.
Not that would wash away his sin, but it should work better than all the spice in the Arabic. It was holy, wasn’t it?
Then night sky welcomed him home, already sicken from being onboard the whole time, Antonio swung the door open and saw Lovino sitting on the bed that was made of the best silk one could have found with the linen nightclothes on.
Those hazel eyes were staring right at his, so sharp that could bring Antonio onto his knees immediately if he was caught off guard.
He was, all of the fights had tired him. His head was hurting from overuse and he was just, just…
He collapsed into the bed with his head rested right at Lovino’s knees. Feeling the touch of the Italian’s hand and trying, just trying, to let go of the things that had been building up.
Then he heard the rather soft Italian spoken over his head as the hand stroked through his black hair. Something that indicated the tender side of Lovino that would normally not shown.
“I told you that not to push yourself too hard, cacchio.”
U - Universe (Br/Arg), ilye_aru , University AU
Luciano tosses another bag of dry whatever into the grocery cart before looks back and realizes that he had somehow lost Martin again in between the aisles.
Don’t tell me that he is off to that goddamn beauty section again he just filled his the top of his dresser full-
Sometimes it is better not to think about what you are most afraid of.
Because by the time Luciano reaches the beauty aisle in the speed of light, Martin is already bending over the section that’s mostly powdered foundations and blushes and maybe eye shadows, but like Luciano cares since the best thing his brain could do is to differentiate powders and liquids.
Hell, it’s like another universe here.
Taking back a sentence that was said, sometimes Luciano wonders if he is in a relationship with a woman instead of a man, especially when he enters Martin’s room and feels like he has fallen into a fourth dimension, especially when Martin start babbling about how good is this eye cream work or how that toner feels funny after he applied to his face or heaven knows what kind of facial scrubs is good for the skin. Seriously, who cares? There is a reason that he is a guy instead of a girl, and Martin is breaking the rule.
Luciano feels the urge to facepalm himself just by guessing that Martin is comparing between the prices and the quality of the make-ups while trying to make the decision that is like life-or-death matter to him. It’s time to get a net just to net Martin back from the other universe, he thinks as his fists crunch tightly. Because I am not going to spend forever here with you just for another possible facelift option, I am serious!
V - Virgin (OC kids), b_what
From this angle they can see the kids arguing, all right, kids in their eyes despite the fact that both of them has reach the physical age of 17 or more with god knows how old are them psychologically.
Then one of them, possibly Pedro who happens to be getting another shot of drink, overheard - if under that volume can be determined as overheard - a slightly irritating statement of “so what? Does the idea of me having sex with someone really get underneath your skin?” from his son, whose personality has been rated as where has the temper of his mom gone to, does he care anything at all, and how the hell did you end up with a kid like this by everyone else.
And before any of the person with the title of parent able to say something to stop those two who are growing a bit faster than any of them wants, a “DAMNNIT YOU ARE NOT ALLOW TO HAVE SEX BEFORE I DO!” from Vina has either frozen them or made them chocked on the beer.
Goodness gracious, kids, please discuss things like this when your poor parents are not around, they have already suffered enough from turning a blind eye on this.
W - Winter (Chi+OC kid), elwenrin
Álvaro remembers those long, long walks that his Mamá would take him to, maybe those walks were long because he was still little and Mamá walks a bit slower than usual, maybe that was one of the way for Mamá to display his loneliness when Papá was not around - heading home for business that couldn’t be avoided at all or what - as he realizes later that Papá never took him back to Mexico without having Mamá come along.
That walk was longer than usual, to the point that Álvaro could not see anymore light that was brighter than stars and Mamá hadn’t shown any interest of turning back.
Stay with Mamá when I am gone, because your Mamá gets lonely easily.
Álvaro stared into Papá’s dark brown eyes, the color that he passed to him, in his usual way before learning that Papá was serious as the Mexican wrapped him in the new scarf.
Take care of Mamá. Papá said, because winters are long. Papá said that before he headed back to where he belongs.
It’s too long, Papá, it’s just too long when you’re not here. Álvaro thought as he tucked his gloved hand into Mamá’s and felt Mamá’s grip a little tighter than usual. Mamá, he wanted to ask but did not. Are you lonely because Papá is not here?
Nothing could be answered since the question was not asked.
Álvaro slightly shivered. The air was cold, maybe a bit too cold even in his standard. He just wanted this walk to be over, as soon as it could.
And the winter needed to be over with it, because then Papá would return and things would be normal again.
X - Xenophobia (Dominican/Haiti), zewod
René feels the touch Gregorio’s hand on his cheek during his sleep, but tries to pretend it was just a random sea breeze so his body would not tremble. It is not good for Gregorio to learn that he has became a light sleeper lately, because then Gregorio will then try to get out of his way altogether.
They have been trying to get closer to each other these days, hoping to reach the level that René won’t get as jumpy as he is now, which could mean that he will get extremely uncomfortable or might just takes off running when some particular persons approaches him. This is so not fitting the happy-go-lucky, sunshine-like nature that René tries to present to others. Gregorio later marks, after witnessed René almost fell off from the bed in terror when Alfred came for visit after the earthquake.
Gregorio cannot understand this, though it is expected. The fact is, Gregorio does not understand René most of the time, maybe same thing back to René, too.
They are the strangers who happened to live on the same island, moving more and more away from each other because of their guardians and all of the differences.
Despite of that, they are still neighbors, and most likely will remain this way until one of them disappears. But sometimes René wonders, just wonders, that would Gregorio treats him better, maybe just nicer, if they have not been neighbors. And again, then he is unsure of himself of being comfortable to even see Gregorio approaching him, since it is no wonder that he has trouble to repress the urge of hiding whenever people try to get too close.
Shhh, think quietly, because if he thinks too hard and begins to get nervous about the current situation, the frequency of his breathing will increase and then Gregorio will then realize that he has been awaken for a while and will surely get mad at him and René just doesn’t want it to happen, at least not now.
Not when he has finally getting a little more relaxed when Gregorio is around.
Y - ¡¡Y que siga la fiesta mi negro!! (Cuba+Puerto Rico), zewod
“You’re a fool.” Vicente said.
“Shut up, you know that you’re going to enjoy this as much as I do.” Is what Blanca replied before she cheerily drags the Cuban and heads to the crowd, where all the noises and people and heaven knows what located and is loud enough to break a eardrum or two.
She meant what she says. Vicente knows that by heart though rather glad to keep it to himself alone.
And hell, he will enjoys this just like she says, but he hates to let her run without a clarification and she knows it as well as he does.
So instead of letting Blanca runs wild like she intends, he grabs her back before the crowd covers his voice, which could be any minutes from now on if he doesn’t do it fast, and unsurprisingly sees her giving him the hard stare.
“Let me get this clear, what I have problem now is that you’re still thinking about marrying Alfred after knowing all these years that how much I dislike that damn American!”
“You’re the one with the problem, not me. Since I am now living in his place, I will be the fool to claim that I do not want a seat in his Congress just to voice my opinion,” from this angle Vicente can see one of Blanca’s eyebrows slightly raises, one of the facial expression that he has been familiar with after all of these years, “if that small Hawaii is able to do it, then so am I.”
“Oh, whatever. Just don’t tell me that you’re doing this because then you can have a quarter coin that’s yours.”
“I already got that, want to see me mess up his flag too?”
He sees the girl runs into the dancing crowd, the smile on that tanned face is so beautiful and so hard to ignore, before she cheerfully calls his name and demands him to come and join her.
So he sighs lightly and does just like what she asks.
Z - Zero (Pu+Chi), ilye_aru , High School AU
(Continuation of letter L: Laughter)
Miguel had to laugh at Manuel after realizing whom might Manuel currently involved with and to tell someone, anyone. He just couldn't help it. It was like getting his Christmas present a day early and he loved to be that spoiled child who generally felt no shame from showing his new, shining toy off and being showered by envious looks.
Of course he didn’t tell everyone, it would be such an unkind act to do, as he later marked. It was just happened that those whom he had told suffered a bit more troubles with tongue controlling.
So it shouldn’t be a surprise when Monday came and the news had already spread through the school and Manuel was ready to tear him into pieces.
It wasn’t, he would really be surprised if Manuel didn’t react to it at all.
The only shame about being someone’s cousin was that it was always too late to run by the time that you saw him coming. Miguel thought as he quickly escaped from the building before his angry cousin turning the school into a ground zero.