LadyJapetto

Reader's POV From your side of the window, you sat petting Nera and stealing glances at Heracles out if the side of your eye. He was very handsome. Ever since the first night you and him had talked on the window you had done it every night. You talked to him about anything and everything. From politics, to your feelings about your "friends" to the little weeds growing in the cracks of the roads. It had been a few weeks since the disastrous party, and since then your father had allowed the ball and chain to remain off to show his gratitude. Tonight, Heracles was sitting with his legs hanging from the window and leaning back on his hands eve

Fanon and personal names!! America: Al(Allan) Jones Australia: Jared Kirkland Austria: Roland Edelstein Belarus: Natasha Arlovskaya Belgium: Beatrice Maes Canada: Matt(Matthieu) Williams China: Yang Wang Cuba: Martino Cruz Denmark: Markell Køhler Egypt: Ghazi Muhammad Hassan England: Oliver Kirkland Estonia: Egor von Bock Finland: Thurston Vainamoinen France: Francois Bonnefoy Germania: Sigmund Beilschmidt Germany: Lutz Beilschmidt Rome: Helmfried Vargas Hong Kong: Tai Yang Chun Hungary: Erzsebet Hedervary Holland/Netherlands: Henry Maes Hutt River: Richmond Kirkland Iceland: Egil Steillson North Italy/Italy: Fiorello V

WARNING: This story contains death. It’s sad. Really sad. Even for me. Suicide, and a bit of gore are included. ~ You were sick and tired of it all. This whole world, its weight rested upon your shoulders and threatened to crush you every single day. And today was the day it was all going to end. Each year you had to spend this day alone, not knowing what someone’s warm embrace even felt like anymore. Holding the shining black pistol in your hands, you smiled through the tears. It would all be over very soon. ~ Matthew was on his way over to your house. It had taken years, but he was finally going to confess to you. He loved