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My heart is paralyzed
My head was oversized...
Arthur was beating himself up about it. He questioned himself why he could've been so foolish.
I'll take the highroad like I should...
His green eyes nervously scanned the room, hoping you'd just appear out of nowhere so he could apologize to you. But you weren't there.
You said it's meant to be... That it's not you, it's me...
He reran the words you had finally said to him.
"I love you, Arthur Kirkland... But it's not for me... I-It's for you."
You're leaving now for my own good...
He wondered why you said it would benefit him. When you left him, he was devastated. Like his heart was stomped on.
That's cool but if my friends ask where you are I'm gonna say...
Suddenly the meeting had ending as quickly as it had started. He made it through without anyone noticing him.... so far. A loud voice came from behind him. "DUDE!" it yelled. He cringed as the American caught up to him. "Oh, um... where's (nickname)?"
Arthur sighed as he opened his mouth to say something, but then he just had to lie about it.
She went down in an airplane, Fried getting sun-tanned, fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand!
The plane you had gone in to visit a relative had crashed, and you didn't make it out alive.
Help me, Help me, I'm all out of lies, and ways to say you died!
My head was oversized...
Arthur was beating himself up about it. He questioned himself why he could've been so foolish.
I'll take the highroad like I should...
His green eyes nervously scanned the room, hoping you'd just appear out of nowhere so he could apologize to you. But you weren't there.
You said it's meant to be... That it's not you, it's me...
He reran the words you had finally said to him.
"I love you, Arthur Kirkland... But it's not for me... I-It's for you."
You're leaving now for my own good...
He wondered why you said it would benefit him. When you left him, he was devastated. Like his heart was stomped on.
That's cool but if my friends ask where you are I'm gonna say...
Suddenly the meeting had ending as quickly as it had started. He made it through without anyone noticing him.... so far. A loud voice came from behind him. "DUDE!" it yelled. He cringed as the American caught up to him. "Oh, um... where's (nickname)?"
Arthur sighed as he opened his mouth to say something, but then he just had to lie about it.
She went down in an airplane, Fried getting sun-tanned, fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand!
The plane you had gone in to visit a relative had crashed, and you didn't make it out alive.
Help me, Help me, I'm all out of lies, and ways to say you died!
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100 Ways to Annoy England
100 Ways to Annoy England
1. Insult his tea/cooking.
2. Speak French.
3. Say 'learned' instead of 'learnt'.
4. Tell him that unicorns are just colorful horses with ice cream cones on their head.
5. Touch his eyebrows.
6. Say his eyebrows look like fluffy caterpillars.
7. Call the British football soccer.
8. Randomly scream in his face.
9. Stare at him like he has three eyes until he screams at you.
10. Call him a punk.
11. Call him random nicknames like 'butt-munch'.
12. Insist that he watches 'uni-porn' or unicorns doing porn.
13. Ask if Tinkerbelle is his friend.
14. Ask what drugs he's on to see his fairy friends.
15. Insist
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Hetalia - 50 Ways To Annoy Prussia
Ask him if he's an albino.If he denies it, claim that his eyes and hair are a dead giveaway.Assume that Germany is in fact his older brother, instead of the other way around.Tell him that he's too arrogant.Claim that Germany is tired of having him around.Call him 'lazy'.Tell him that he's obsolete.Tell him that the whole world hates him and wants him gone.Treat him like a young child.Make sure that he misses a day when it comes to writing his diary entries.Steal some of the entries from his library at random.Mess up his collection of journals.Claim that Frederick II was anything but a great leader.Point out that Frederick II was actually a Fr
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PrussiaxReader: How to say Goodbye
The sun shines down softly through the trees, pooling around your feet, and the white marble grave at which you stand. Touching it gently, you whisper a silent prayer to the heavens above.
"Good morning grandma, I hope you're doing alright up there with grandpa. I'm doing well, though I think about you all the time. School is going well too, my grades are looking better than ever. So, just don't worry ok? I promise, I'll be just fine on my own." With that you turn away, leaving behind a couple tulips on the soft earth. A gentle breeze blows past you, almost as if sighing. You stop and look back at the grave, smiling a little as a few tears r
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Song doesn't belong to me, kthnxbai.
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England doesn't belong to me either.
Hopefully you belong to yourself.
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England doesn't belong to me either.
Hopefully you belong to yourself.
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XD I LOVE THAT SONG. My fav part is at the end when the kids play soccer with her head.