Treissy

The American Civil War, a war that was consumed by the idea of freeing slaves from the north and keeping slaves from the south. It was suppose to be a war that would last a year or so but in continued on for four years. If memory serves right, about 400 cases of women were reported to have served in the war on both sides. They done it all, fight in the front lines, spy, cook, shoot, everything others couldn't do during the time. Images of women during that conflict center on self-sacrificing nurses, romantic spies, or brave ladies maintaining the home front in the absence of their men. The men, of course, marched off to war, lived in germ-ri

        A kitten with (Fur Color) fur lay inside a soaked cardboard box. She had no name and was weak. She was the runt of the litter. Sadly for her, that meant her mother would reject her. She had barely eaten and her ribs were showing. Sick, left alone, unable to move, she lay there. She mewed weakly as the harsh snow picked up. Icy wind feeling like cold needles against her filthy fur. Her own fur, cover in oil and other dirt and grime. She lay there mewing for help, hoping that someone would find her.      Russicat padded through the snow through town. He watched as the snow fell from the sky. Wind blew causing it to feel colder. Russic

Gilbert was walking home from Antonio’s house, he noticed that the house next door had a moving van in the yard. “Finally, a new neighbor to experience my awesomeness!” He said, fist pumping the air. “Bruder! Come on! Ludwig and I need help!” Kreya yelled. “Aww, come on Kreya. Do I really need to look unawesome in front of our new neighbors?” Gilbert yelled back as he crossed his lawn. Before he went through the front door, he saw a girl, you had (hair color) hair and (eye color) eyes. Gilbert stopped in his tracks for a moment. He stared at you. A slight blush spread across his face. “Gilbert!

You were the new student at your school and you knew NOONE. You were the same way at your old school. You were always known as the lonely girl and never talked to anyone. You were a good student but you were too shy. You was like that since you were a little kid. Your mom dropped you off at the school. You want to coward and go home but you took a deep breath and went in. You were transferred from your school to Gauken high school. You heard it was for countries only. -Country only but I'm not a country... Or am I?- you sigh. You looked at your schedule the first thing you had was P.E. When you open the door you saw they were playing dodge

Original title is original. Not. Sorry Reader-tan, you need to have long hair for this one! Human names used. Gilbert might seem a little OOC, but I do believe he has a sweet side :) I didn't bother writing the accents, 'cause I suck at that. :P Enjoy! You had no idea how you were such close friends with Gilbert Bielschmidt, easily the most popular, eligible bachelor at your large high school. Most of the time he would hang with a group of the guys from his (whatever sport you want) team, but sometimes he would go out of his way to sit with you and your friends. You had no idea why he did this, but you didn't mind so you just went with it.

Teen!Prussia x Teen!Reader: First kiss (one shot) I got bored, so here's a sorry for not yet being done with part 4. Enjoy! ~~~~~~ FINALLY. The 7th period bell rang. School was over. It was Friday. Time to have an awesome weekend. And by awesome weekend, you were gonna sit around reading HetaliaxReaders on Deviantart.. You were on your way to your locker with your ex-boyfriend, Gilbert; and the new kid in school who had moved to your school that summer, Arthur. Arthur flipped open his phone and frowned. "That's strange.. my girlfriend hasn't texted me back yet." Gilbert put his arm around you saying, "You know, _______ here used to be my

/*I felt an urge to write sad short story. Well, I hope I stirred something~*/ _______________ "Mr. Beilschmidt, do you love me?" Somehow, you managed the words. Silence. The breeze swept along the moment , making you feel cold. You waited. Nothing. Together, you watch the sunset, both of you sitting at arm's length. You stared at him, waiting for his answer. He just stares at the sunset before you, admiring the spectacular scenery, beholding every fine detail. ~*~ "(name)!" You turn and had your friend give something to you. "What's this?" "It's from Mr. Beilschmidt." "Oh. What did he say?" "He said he want to meet you at the cof

  "It's not you, it's...you know what, to hell with it. It's you!" You pushed yourself away from the Albino man who held onto you,"I mean, look at us! I never see you anymore Gil! I'm always so busy with school and you're just never home when I come!"   "What are you saying _______?" He said, confusion in his crimson eyes.   Sighing, you felt as though your heart was giving way with anticipation,"Gil...we're done."   "B-but _____, I-!"   "No Gil!" Your voice was filled with pain. You didn't want to do it, but you felt this relationship was crumbling from the start. You stood at his doorway with dismay on your face

 School was calm, quiet, and quite boring. It was the same old thing everyday: Get up, go to your classes, go home. You never experianced any excitement in your life, but you didn't seem to mind it. You liked still being a virgin, liked the fact you have never done any type of drugs, and the fact you never dared put alcohol in your mouth. You were different than the other girls, that's what made you a prime target for bullying. All the girls in your school were sluts, potheads, and alcoholics. To you, you were different in a good way. To them, you were different in a bad way. Luckily, you avoided such crowds and tried your hardest not to get

When you woke up the next morning, you had no idea where you were. It took a few seconds for the fog in your head to clear, but eventually you remembered what had happened. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, blinking a few times and looking around the room. Your clothes where folded on the table, and… you yelped and pulled the covers up over you. You had forgotten that you were completely naked in a stranger's bed. You wrapped a sheet around yourself and moved across the room to the table, pulling on your dress and picking up your apron. There were a few drops of blood on it from the cut on you lip, and you debated whether or not to put it