The collection { Nᴏ Pᴏsᴛɪɴɢ Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ }

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I keep all short stories and unfinished works here. Most of these
are ideas that are too small to turn into an official story. I hope you still
enjoy them anyways! Have a comment? Feel free to pm me!
My inbox is always open c:

-Niege

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Cᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛs﹕
• Tʜᴇ Eɴᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ •
• Tʜᴇ Bʀɪᴅɢᴇ •
• Fɪʀᴇ Fɪɢʜᴛ •
• мy ғιrѕт love •
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• T ʜ ᴇ . E ɴ ᴄ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ •

The snow hung heavily on the branches. The sun flickered softly through the clouds. A gentle
wind blew the woods. Among the silence, a small whimper was heard.
Crisp morning arm filled his lungs. The young fawn lied there on his chest, blistered from the snow. A snag
was tight around his ankle. Softly he cried freezing tears down into the snow. Soon his grandfather would
come, soon...

He could hear the crunching of snow from behind him. Looking behind him hopefully "Nonno?" Eyes widened,
ears back, he stared terrified upwards at the hunter. His blond hair tied back, a gun pointed down at Feli. The
fawn stayed there in fright, unable to speak.
The hunter's face turned into a smirk upon realize who this fawn belonged to. "Won't you grandfather be upset
to find you missing..." The gun clicked, moving his arm in a steady aim.

"Get away from him!" A figure rammed into the hunter, slamming him against a tree. His gun flung into the snow.
Hatred filled Roma's eyes. The hunter kicked Roma away, reaching for his gun. Roma chased after him, tackling
him into the snow. "Gerhardt! You... I told you to stay away from here!"

They switched places, Gerhardt pinning Roma into the ground. "You still owe me!" Roma kicked him, causing him
to release his grip. Gerhardt quickly sat up, finding his gun. He clicked it, pointing it at Feliciano.
Roma looked in terror at where the gun was aimed. "Feli..." He ran, pushing the gun out of Gerhardt's hands. The
hunter pulled the trigger.


Silence followed the gunshot. Feli watched the event from where he lied. His grandfather falling slowly into the
snow. The hunter standing up, satisfied with the deed. Feliciano frantically tried to untangle the snag. It
finally loosened it's grip on his ankle. He ran to his grandfather, tears filling his face.

The hunter walked off, gun in hand. Feli hugged Roma's neck, wanting for him to wake up and tell him it was going
to be ok. Only an empty stare remained on Roma's face, crimson rolled off of his chest. The snow slowly
started to fall, leaving the two in quiet.

Oᴛʜᴇʀ Dᴇᴛᴀɪʟs

The characters do not belong to me. They belong to Himaruya, the creator of Hetalia.
This is just fanfiction based off of a AU that I enjoy.

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• Tʜᴇ Bʀɪᴅɢᴇ •


“If it weren’t for you then mother would still be alive!”

Shock flooded Seborga’s eyes. Veneziano turned to Romano, anger in his voice “Romano! How could you!” Romano’s face returned to its normal color, upon realising what he just said. Seborga turned, running in the opposite direction of his brothers. Romano looked past Veneziano watching him run. “Seborga... Fratello wait!” Veneziano and Romano followed the smaller nation, calling out for him to stop.
The sun grew colder as it sank. There were no signs of Seborga since they ended the argument. Veneziano and Romano decided to split up and search. “I’ll check the west part, you check the east” “Si.” Millions of words raced through Romano’s mind; apologies, worries, it was all too much. His footsteps followed to a familiar path. Before long, he found himself in front of one of Spain’s cafes. Romano pushed open the door, looking quickly around for his brother. “Hm? Romano what’s wrong?” Spain walked forward from behind the counter.
“S..Seborga.. he’s g..gone miss..ing” Romano spoke shakily, out of breath from running. Spain grabbed Romano’s shoulder, he looked into his face. “Tell me what happened.”


Veneziano ran along the brick road, calling out for Seborga. He hoped that nothing horrible happened to him, and that he was just hiding in a tree like usual. “Seborga!” Veneziano cupped his hands around his mouth. He came close to a high bridge, near the edge of the city. His eyes opened upon seeing a figure standing on the side, looking down at the churning water. “No...” Veneziano ran forward, calling for his brother. Seborga looked sadly at Veneziano, before taking a step off. Splash
Veneziano dived into the water after him, praying that his strength will be enough. He reached down and grabbed Seborga. His lungs burned as he breached the surface. The heavy water knocked him back under. Swimming best to his ability, he slowly made his way over to the shore.
He placed Seborga down on the muddy shore, quickly moving his clothes to try and see in he was breathing. Veneziano placed his head against his chest. Relief flooded his eyes when the small rise and fall of Seborga’s chest was felt against his face. Veneziano sat down next to his brother, catching his breath.

Seborga coughed, spitting out murky water. He sat up slightly, pain roaring in his forehead. He took a dizzy glance at Veneziano. Voice hoarse from exhaustion, he mumbled “Fratello?...”. Veneziano was next to him, water still dripping from his head. He was hugging his knees, the same way he always did when he was upset. Seborga couldn’t find any words to say to him. Veneziano spoke for him, “You shouldn’t have done that. You could have been killed.”
An unnatural seriousness lingered in Veneziano’s voice. It was shaky, yes, but he spoke clearly enough for his brother to hear. “You may think you’re immortal. You’re not. A nation your size can die with one mistake.” Veneziano lifted his face from his knees, revealing his red, tear-stained face. He grabbed Seborga, looking into his face. His eyes filled with numerous emotions, near to shouting he said “You could have been killed! I don’t know what I would do if I had to find out that someone else that I loved died!” Veneziano lowered his head, more tears dripping off his face. He lowered his voice, “P-please don’t do it again...”
Seborga stared into his brother’s eyes, quickly hugging him. His eyes watered as he spoke “Fratello... I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” He gripped Veneziano’s shirt as he started to cry. Veneziano hugged him, rubbing his back in reassurance. He spoke softly to the smaller nation, “Let’s go home.”

Oᴛʜᴇʀ Dᴇᴛᴀɪʟs

The characters do not belong to me. They belong to Himaruya, the creator of Hetalia.
I had the idea a few days ago, and just recently had the chance to share it.
This story can also be viewed on my wattpad here.

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• Fɪʀᴇ Fɪɢʜᴛ •

The blistering heat met Ludwig’s face. He occasionally swung his axe in an attempt to get through the burning wooden doorways. His heart slowly grew in pain as he saw the familiar surroundings of Feliciano’s house burning into blackness.
Feliciano screamed from upstairs, followed by a loud crumble. Ludwig ran up the stairs, followed close behind by Gilbert. The doorway to Felicianos’ room was blocked by a section of roof, flames darted from the hallway. Feliciano screamed, trying to call out for help.
His eyes widened as he saw the two germans walking down the hallway. He reached his hand carefully through the blocked doorway, tears in his eyes. “Lud help!”
Ludwig ran over commanding Feliciano to stand back. Feli moved as far as he could, flinching at the flames growing on the far wall. He lifted his axe, only to be stopped by Gilbert before his swing. “If you hit the door everything would go crashing, look!” Ludwig followed Gilbert’s eyes to the top of the doorframe. It tilted threateningly downwards.
Feliciano could not stay in his room, his lungs slowly filled with more smoke. The fire on his wall crept closer as he leaned against the door. The roof that blocked the entrance shifted, resulting in a large creak against the top of the wall.
“How can we get him out then?” “We can’t…” Gilbert held the sadness in his eyes. The floor shifted slowly under them, creeping downwards as it started to collapse. “We have to leave! There’s nothing we can do!” Ludwig growled in frustration “I’d rather die trying!”
He moved to the doorway quickly, the floorboards crumbled downwards “Feliciano move back!” His axe swung against the entrance. The roof crumbled in two, but the door frame would not hold. Ludwig tried to pull Feliciano out. The gravity was no match for him.
Feliciano screamed in utter terror as the roof to his room was flung down on him. It landed on him with a sickening crack. The flames had reached his room and were now engulfing the walls. Gilbert pulled Ludwig down the stairs and out the door. The looked up in front of the entrance in time to watch the first floor collapse in on itself.
Orange flames extinguished from the rubble, ash flew into the air. Within a matter of minutes, the house was still. It’s once beautiful shape was replaced by a pile of ash and wood. A few small flames still held strong underneath a stone or two.
Ludwig stared dumbfounded at the sight, Gilbert stood next to him. He held his brother’s hand, trying to reassure him. He mumbled under his breath “There was nothing we could do. It was meant to happen Luddy.”
Ludwig walked slowly into the rubble of the house. He ignored the noise of the sirens, the calling of the other fire fighters. Everything was quiet, except for the small flicker of a flame or two. He walked to where Feliciano’s room once was, moving a few pieces of wood aside. A pale scratched hand extended outwards. Ludwig’s stomach lunged as he removed the remaining pieces of rubble.
There he laid, still as a flower. Feliciano’s eyes were closed, mouth open slightly. A few patches of dust covered his cheeks. Ash spotted his hair. Even his curl had become crumbled, as if it had a mind of its own and became frightened. Ludwig stared at the broken body, carefully picking him up in his arms.
He kissed Feliciano’s lips gently before turning around and leaving the barren house. His eyes held back tears as he walked. The crowd had become silenced and stared in awe at Feliciano. Ludwig placed him carefully on a blanket, giving one last long glance at him. Gilbert led him away, they walked quietly down the sidewalk away from the noise.

Oᴛʜᴇʀ Dᴇᴛᴀɪʟs

The characters do not belong to me. They belong to Himaruya, the creator of Hetalia.
This idea actually wasn't mine, but I did type the story. It is by @youcancallmesenpai on instagram.

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Dᴇᴛᴀɪʟs

This was a poem I had to write all the way back in 8th grade. Its a bit more of a
personal poem, however I still think it holds some meaning to my life.

It's titled: "My First Love"

First day, we talk, friendly and sweet
Someone who I first got to meet
Your smile so kind, your voice never blue
We were meant to me, I know it’s true

Second day, we walk, Casual and kind
Chatting like birds, Jackson your mine
Sitting together, showing small looks,
Greedy glares glow behind their books

Third day, we love, your someone I’m happy to meet
“Will you love me my sweet?”
We hug, we kiss, and together we’ll be
Like hives for a bee, your candy to me

Fourth day, I leave
You won’t miss me
I don’t miss you, can’t you see
It was fun and all, but I don’t love you
Hopefully you’ll see the way I do

Fifth day, your gone, no one knows where
I still don’t miss you, but I do care
Where did you go, why are you gone
My heart has a hunger, it’s as if you hang on

Sixth day I Hear, what has happed to you
Why did you do the things you can’t do
I was frighten my them, my nightmares come true
But why did I Love, you what did I do?

Seventh day, goodnight, my final goodbye
Where I keep you safe, my memories and I
I wish you were here, so I can say
I love you ever more, to this very day