NezumiHaruka

-- "… Jason…?" The woman was more than surprised to see this particular man - for more reasons than just the late hour, twilight long settled and darkness swept across the city skyline. Colours floating in from the café's front-most window - once rich chiffon and pale cerulean - now simply consisted of hard, artificial white, streetlamps burning whilst living life forms slept on; unaware of the nightlife. The tables and chairs were upturned, scattered about with little room for consideration, each concealed and swallowed by shadows and undisturbed structure in their given position. It was quiet. A quiet, normal evening, f

Snowfall. Peaceful, the stuff was. You found that even if you sat still for hours on end - the seconds ticking by as slowly as each snowflake gently fluttered - you were never bored, staring out that breath-fogged windowpane. The white expanse spread before you was like an invigorating wonderland - no, it /was/ an invigorating wonderland. Absolutely breathtaking. However, just because you weren't bored, didn't mean that everyone else was as compliant as you. Specifically, Alfred. "............... Al." You muttered, just as you felt yet another warm fingertip prodding at your back, silently asking for attention as it had been doing so for

England looked up at the shadowed building in distaste. He had never thought he would end up going to one of these places, ever, but… there was America to deal with. He should have known he would end up here someday. His bright green eyes looked over the red and yellow building, taking note of the lack of people there. It was, after all, close to midnight. Which was why he did not particularly want to be there. Arthur looked over at Alfred, irritated, but his eyes softened when he noticed the ecstatic smile complimenting the other man's features. He watched him, seeing his clear blue eyes looking around in excitement, and let a smile

Christmas. Full of gift giving, family reunions and laughter. Or at least, meant to be. Normally, you were used to spending Christmas by yourself. You had been living in Japan for three years, alone in your apartment, family and friends too far away for any attempted get-together. Normally, sitting watching TV and perhaps going out to a solo dinner was enough. Normally, you were content. Normally. This year, however, you had made an acquaintance. Kiku Honda was his name. You had many of the same interests, such as similar tastes in food and, well, anime. You could even say you were friends. On the 22nd of December, you had been informed

Sometimes, the world can be a bitter place. Throwing your car keys onto the table, you took in a long breath, then sighed, deeply. Another day, another idiotic customer coming into that stupid café that you worked at. The persona you were required to play didn't help much either. "Yes ma'am, no sir, how may I help you today?" You were sick of it. Your boss was focused solely on the money, and your lack of motivation for your work made it clear that your employment was sitting on a knife's edge. Besides all of this, your car had stalled for ten minutes. You would think that the home would be a welcome place, right? Normally? Yeah, "home is

Roderich blew a small wisp of warm air, high up into the clear night sky. He was late. Not him, goodness no. He was always punctual. The man he was waiting for, however... Not that he minded, of course. He had spent many long years alone, contemplating the existence of those living their lives around him - as well as, of course, his own life. He hadn't needed anyone - himself and his own thoughts had been more than enough to stave off the loneliness. Closing himself off and pushing them all out of his heart had helped, and in the end he had promised himself that he wouldn't let himself get swept away like that again. And yet here he was,

Once again, you found yourself daydreaming about him. You probably looked rather silly, sitting there snuggled deeply into your couch, dreamy smile plastered onto your face. But what could you say? You were in love, after all. Everything about him dominated your thoughts, 24/7. You were infatuated by every little thing he did. His sweet and adorable personality, his unconditional love for pasta, and even his little "vee~" at the end of practically every sentence. How could anyone not love him? Well, most people "loved" him in a different way to you - at least, you hoped so. Your love was the "I-want-to-kiss-you-right-now" kind of love. You