emerege

Wrote this a while back and posted it on fanfiction.net. Thought I may as well post it here, too! “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Rhode Island asks. It’s a fair question. I’m Maine, nice to meet ya. So my siblings and I are all going to go out on my sailboat. It’s so much bigger than Rhode’s, so we can all actually fit in to it. But the sky is pretty gray looking, and the surf’s getting a bit choppy. But I wave the comment aside.   “Nah. We’ve all been out in worse than this.” I point out. “I haven’t!” New Hampshire exclaims. “I think I’ll stay ash

THE READER IN THIS STORY IS ASEXUAL. DON'T LIKE? THEN LEAVE NOW. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You and Feferi have been a couple for a really long time. And at first you thought your relationship together wouldn't last. What with you being an asexual and her being a sexual. For most sexual people it would be an immediate deal breaker if there was going to be no sexual connection to or in a relationship. But Feferi said she was red for you and she didn't want something as trivial as pailing (or a lack of it) to come between you both being together. And you're not afraid to admit that you were s

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Hetalia related…Neither do I own you… ****** You sighed happily as you sat on the bench in the park. It was one of those rare sunny days and you were enjoying it very much as you waited for your boyfriend to show up. That's right…Your boyfriend… You were always one of those people whom others assumed would never find "the one". You didn't talk much to those outside your little group of friends. Also, unlike the average person, you didn't change who you were in order to be accepted by more people. This was how you always were…So everyone believed you would never find your match. T

      You sighed for the… you couldn’t even think of a number high enough. Sniffling, you rolled over on your bed for the whoknowshowmany time, clutching a pillow to your chest. Your tired, red, (e/c) eyes stared bleakly at the wall in front of them, having run out of tears long before. Your thoughts wandered back to the reason why you were in this horrible seemingly never ending mess.     It all started with your lovesick depression. Yes, you were lovesick. You never had someone to cuddle with, someone to talk with, and someone to hold hands with, nope. The only person that you wanted to do those things with didn’t thin