Spain x Ukraine - Which Tomatoes Look Ripe Enough? The sun had just started to make its way into the sky. Yekatrina looked out of her window meet the day, which she always does with a smile. Today she was going to the market to buy some groceries since it was her day off. Yekatrina grabbed her handbag, locked the door to her flat, and set out for the market.Spain x Ukraine - Which Tomatoes Look Ripe Enough? by howhightofly
The market: http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a20/jonesy55/dscf1163.jpg
Antonio couldn't possibly ask for a better day. The weather was nice and warm and he was soaking up the sun while he was selling tomatoes at the local market by the sea. His olive skin was a testament that this was not his first time doing so. Antonio would flash his signature smile and charm his customers instantly. All of the little old ladies of (tow
Russia x Gardener!Reader - Among the Field of Gold(name) had always loved flowers. Whenever she wasn't working at her family's bakery, she was helping out in her grandparent's garden. (name) planted, weeded, harvested, and watered. But her favorite place to be at her grandparent's house was her grandfather's sunflower field. The golden blooms made (name) feel at warm and comfortable. (name) would often fall asleep in the vast field from being so at ease and free of stress.Russia x Gardener!Reader - Among the Field of Gold by howhightofly
Ivan Braginski was the son of a potato farmer who drank too much vodka. His father was a mean drunk and beat his mother whenever she was in his way. Ivan could still remember rainy nights where his father would be out drinking and he and his mother would make a fort out of pillows and sheets. A single lit candle would shed light on their faces while Ivan's mother would hold him close. She would often call him her little sunflower because he brightened her days. Much to Ivan's dismay, one day
Alone - Ukraine (Hetalia)*****This is an assignment for my history class that I thought would be neat to turn into a hetalia story. This is my first story, so please go easy on me and enjoy!*****Alone - Ukraine (Hetalia) by howhightofly
A young woman weeps at her mother's bedside as her dying breath fills the air. The young woman, Yekatrina, sobs fill pierce the cold air. She is terrified of having to live alone with her father who drinks in excess from the stress of the famine. He becomes frustrated and leaves Yekatrina black and blue often lately. She prays, holding onto her mother's limp hand, listening to the sound of cruel raindrops beating against the roof. Her mother's hands are almost as cold as the air surrounding them. Things had become worse and worse since the new century had arrived. Yekatrina would have to work in the fields, her father being too drunk to do so, and hope and pray that something would grow to avoid being beaten. After most of the cows and sheep had died, Yekatrina was beginning to lose hope. She toiled everyday, weather
Guardian AngelOf course he would have to work on a holiday. Since he didn't have a girlfriend, he supposed this would be the perfect place for him so as not to suffer through questions or comments from his friends (or worse) and family about the fact that he should have a girlfriend by this point in his life. Listening to them talk incessantly about it, as if it were the only reason for living, really grated on his nerves. It wasn't that he didn't want a girlfriend, it was just that he hadn't found the right girl yet.Guardian Angel by jylener22
Bringing his mind back to the present, he leaned against the railing of the lifeguard tower overlooking a vast and completely empty beach. While he wasn't complaining about the excuse to get away from his oh-so-loving loved ones, he didn't much see the point of his manager telling him that someone needed to be on guard at the beach when clearly everyone was too busy having fun at the fairs and vendors to spend time at the beach. It was Tanabata, after all. People were more attracted to
Bleached Beach Day at the Beach Bleached Beach Day at the BeachBleached Beach Day at the Beach by KeeperoftheKeys92
One day Ichigo and his five friends went to Karakura Town's beach. The boys wore swimshorts while the girls wore bikinis.
"Orihime is smokin' hot today," Uryu said to his friend-slash-rival as they carried baskets of food.
"What the fuck'd you just say?!" The orange-haired lad cried. He punched the nerd in the face, breaking his glasses. Orihime screeched while Rukia, Renji, and Chad kept walking.
"Remember, Uryu Ishida..." he said as he stood over the fallen Quincy. "remember that Orihime Inoue is mine."
Later, Ichigo and Orihime were laughing and having a waterfight in the ocean. Rukia lay on the sand as Renji rubbed lotion over her back.
"That's the spot Renji!" she sighed. "Harder...harder! Do it like a man!"
Chad covered his ears with a pair of headphones his abuelo had given him. He bobbed his giant head as he listened to
Netherlands x Reader ~Climbing Down~~Climbing Down~Netherlands x Reader ~Climbing Down~ by GydroZMaa
Bedridden and frail, she lies like a shy ghost buried deep in the blankets, her lungs wet sponges and her head a lead weight containing an organic computer barely keeping up a continuous heartbeat. The machines whir and clack away like leafing librarians, putting out a reading every half an hour in artificial succession. Light no longer stings her eyes, for sight is far beyond her, and she spends the last fragments of her life withering away as a wilting corpse in the sun. Lying past the dusty curtains forever drawn back, the garden blossoms, the flowers tremble in the warm breeze that carries whiffs of pollen and sweet scents into the air: nectar-dripping goldenrod and its sour aroma, gardenias with their vanilla-laden pudding petals whose leaves glisten with wax, sweet peas containing a water-rich snap on the nose possessing tickling pink flowers, and tulips, though never bearing a smell, the bulbs are always nearby. He cannot remember the last time he stopped bringin
Germany x ReaderGermany x ReaderGermany x Reader by wifefu
And to think it all started with a beer.
Each character, a girl, a soldier, a spectator, each one played their role like the actors of a play. They belonged to their own distinct groups yet somehow managed to combine into one spectacular theater of chaos. Some would even go as far as saying that their story is fate, however, it is merely a product of the vastness of human possibilities.
But, we digress, my dear readers. To fully understand, we must first zoom out of the picture, and study the frame.
We first notice a young woman who will shall title (Y/N) waiting in an airport to board her plane. Her destination-Italy. She is going there to reunite with her sweetheart, Robert. While she eagerly waits to see him again, he is bedding a voracious Italian girl. He had been stationed on the Italian front for some time now, and he already forgot about our poor (Y/N).
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