ContrabandLife27

X: You’re underaged, but you smoke cigarettes. You got dumped by Ludwig. ”I’m never what I like, I’m double sided, and I just can’t hide. I kind of like it, when I make you cry. Because I’m twisted up, I’m twisted up, inside my mind”     Sucking in the nostalgia between your teeth, you craned your head back against the alley wall.  You thought of Ludwig, the relationship was doomed from the start. You were so smothered in love you couldn’t come up for air. It was too much, and you knew it would end.     Who could fall in love with you? Nicotine in your throbbi

Today, Jane agreed to have a sleepover at your house after school. Francois didn't come to pick you up so you two just walked back home. And like every other day, you bought ice cream for both of you. Upon arriving home, you feel that somethings wrong. When you opened the door, you found people partying. The weird thing is that there's your father's bow ties everywhere. You froze, taking your moment to realize whether it's your father's doing or your brothers. "Uh, [Y/N]..." Jane said, interrupting your thought. "Hm?" "Isn't that your brother?" Jane asked, pointing at Allen who was drinking and talking to a bunch of girls. "Wait here."

A young boy sprinted through the forest as fast as he could, his scarf trailing in the snow behind him as he tried to outrun his albino tormentor. Somewhere along the way, his hat was blown off by an unruly gust of wind, revealing hair almost as pale as the snow surrounding him. “Just leave me alone!” he wailed as he ran, a cruel, taunting (and quite strange) laughter following him as he retreated further into the forest. This little boy was Ivan Branginski, personification of Russia, and despite his best attempts, he could not make any friends. The Tetonic Knights constantly picked on him and beat him up along with Denmark and S