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AbsenceThe utter quiet of the house made Scotland shiver slightly.Absence by NaturalFaux
He was used to England being in the house quite often, reading a book, or knitting, or watching the telly, or yelling.
But with the Brit gone, the house seemed different. It felt colder, and he noticed just how old the place was.
With old places comes secrets though, so the bored Scot decided to explore the places that he would never go in while England was in the house.
He already knew the study was as boring as a rock, and his 'secret' magic room wasn't much to him either.
The attic though...
England was a shrewd and secretive man, at least as his brothers saw it, and had gotten very good at hiding his most precious belongings, mostly to protect them from his brothers' collective destruction.
Alistair pulled down the ladder to the attic. nearly choking on the cloud of dust that spewed forth from the seemingly abandoned room.
He looked up into the darkness and seriously had second thoughts about intruding, but his curiosity a
Road to HellThe road to Hell is paved with good intentions.Road to Hell by NaturalFaux
Arthur had suddenly come to loathe that word.
That word that he had supported months ago. That word that now had him in anguish over Poland as the larger country burned.
Well he had tried right?
He had tried to give Germany what it wanted in order to smother the flames of war. He had visited Poland to warn him of the possibility of the attack. They had countless meetings, countless arguments, over what to do about this new threat.
He had done everything right, so why did he feel so guilty?
Perhaps it was because it was Poland? England wasn't too close with the country, but he knew Poland. He knew Felix was always happy, always smiling and dancing around as if he didn't have a care in the world. Seeing that happiness...that peace broken, it hurt. Poland had been in wars before though, so why was this time so utterly different?
Perhaps it was his own country under fire. His own people being killed, being robbed of their homes a
Our Saviour 2"We have no leads, no suspects, and no witnesses that are willing to give us any information."Our Saviour 2 by NaturalFaux
The station was overcome with murmuring, until a single hand went up.
"So why are we even working this case?"
The desk jockey was immediately dope-slapped by the man next to him.
"Sammy, the guy is still out there killing people. We go until we catch him or it goes cold. Then that's where you come in."
'Sammy' grumbled about being abused and unappreciated whilst the woman in front of them shook her head in disapproval over her partner's actions.
"John. What have I said about physical abuse in the workplace?"
John sighed and looked up front.
"Sammy needs a non violent environment to develop his self-esteem and blossom as an individual."
"No John. This isn't a TV crime show, you can't just hit people. Do we have to do Sensitivity Training again?"
His answer was silence.
Content with the outcome, his faint smile turned downwards.
"There is a new development however... the code we found at all th
Our Saviour"They won't talk at all."Our Saviour by NaturalFaux
The male policeman sipped his coffee, slightly frustrated.
His partner sighed.
"Honestly, would you? This guy isn't like a superhero, defending the Earth or anything, but he sure isn't just our run-of-the-mill serial killer. He targets specific people."
"You mean rapists." The man scoffed.
"Would-be rapists." She corrected, "He offs them before they have the chance."
The station was all up in arms over this recent case. What the police thought to be a serial killer on the loose turned out to be something they had never seen before.
The victims call him their Saviour, and it's no help that the media has done the same.
"I don't care if this guy ends the wars in the Middle East, murder is murder Cass."
"I know John, but at least give him credit where credit is due."
"I refuse to praise a serial killer." John snapped, downing the rest of his coffee.
"Since when did you become a beacon of justice?"
"Since when did you become an advocate for the death penalty?"
Little Metal BraceletThis little metal bracelet that hangs from my left arm changed my life.Little Metal Bracelet by NaturalFaux
I was actually quite shocked at how everything changed... and yet... stayed the same.
I remember the first hint at it.
I was extremely woozy all of the time. I passed out at school, at my home... and being me, I didn't tell my mom until she already knew.
We went to an Urgent Care centre and I had my blood sugar taken. I hated it. Needles, poking me, taking my blood.
My blood sugar was about 59.
They diagnosed it as hypoglycemia which, to my joy, meant I had to intake more carbohydrates and more sweets.
That's what caused the second hint.
The pain. Waves of burning pain, unstoppable, that visited me every time I woke. I didn't want to sleep, because that would mean I would have to wake up.
And being me, I bared it. Told no one.
That is, until I woke my sister with whimpers of pain.
She was hysterical, but I managed to calm her down. I looked up my pain and found it to be night cramps, common among-.
DecisionsWell it was quite obvious what had to be done, correct?
He had to either tell a lie and get in trouble, or tell the truth and... more trouble.
Well, it wouldn't be a lie per se. It's just that everyone would believe it to be, and it doesn't really matter if you are innocent, only what other people believe you are. The 'truth' is just what everyone wanted to hear.
'Please, Arthur... you didn't do it... right?'
Those words hurt more than anything. Those pleading, desperate words that clawed at Arthur's heart. In all the world, only a very few were convinced of his innocence.
Alfred. That fr- .... Francis.
And, oddly enough, his brothers.
"Of course he didn't do it. Why would Arthur bomb France? It doesn't make any sense!"
"They were his bombs, from his military! How could he not have done it?"
It's quite simple really, why did none of the others realise it?
Did they have too much faith in the island country? Well, if they did then they wouldn't be accusing him in the first place.
Aye Birdie - Chapter 1Bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
Scotland hated debts.
Especially when it was a debt to his younger brother, England.
His country had been in great need and Arthur had bailed him out. Sure, now his people wouldn't starve, but now Iain had to deal with his uppity little brother strutting around like he owned the place, which NO he did not.
Arthur on the other hand thought nothing of it. Scotland's home was part of him, so to let it wither away would make no sense at all. Arthur was quite bothered by his brother's persistence on repaying the debt even though it was quite obvious he didn't want to. He didn't see it as an opportunity, but as more of an unneeded gesture.
To Iain; however, it was a matter of pride.
"What do you want?" His petite brother glared at him, annoyed.
Iain shot him back a toothy grin.
"What do ya think?"
England huffed and stomped away, hoping that the bothersome lad would just leave him be, to no avail.
"What can I do for