live-for-the-stars

“…Canada!” As if being recognized was a completely bizarre scenario for him, the said Canadian jumped in his winter boots, his stance going rigid. Although your exclamation had managed to frighten the poor blonde, as soon as the cogs started working in that well-oiled machine of his, he soon broke into a gentle but affectionate smile, most likely relieved to simply have a master to the serf. “O-oh, hello! I hope I didn’t come at a bad time...?” Canada muttered softly, his meek personality trying to bite back all the stutters in his utterance. Shaking your head, you tried to ease the North American with a

Why did black blend so well with red? Opaque hues seemed to so gracefully intertwine with vermillion drapes, like star-crossed lovers in the dead of night. As the dark gentleman was awestricken by the lady in bloody rosy, her dress twirling across the ballroom like petals falling off a rose, his heart sparked into dangerous heights as he ventured towards her. Why did she seem so vivid but distant? He kept pushing towards her, trying to dodge bodies that seemed to pivot in a way that the scarlet Duchess would always be far away. They felt like obstacles in every aspect, rather than human beings. The man was desperate; he needed his fair la

Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to wander off on your own. It wasn’t exactly like the result was a big amazement to you, for your sense of direction was as effective as a broken pencil for an art class; but you had hoped that ‘Lady Luck’ would be on your side, for it was about time she stepped in and helped you with this whole dilemma in the first place. If she had bothered to get her booty out of her comfortable bed and give you a visit earlier, maybe you wouldn’t be stuck in this fantastical wonderland to begin with. You were only to blame, however. After all, you decided to wander alone. Your persiste

“…Russia!” Oh how the name rolled off your tongue like a sugary delight. He stood there, a childlike smile hidden behind his pale pink scarf with lilac eyes filled with bittersweet determination. His towering figure – cladded in a tan, long coat that nearly covered his entire buff body – emitted the contrasting presence of a longing teddy bear that you wanted to cuddle and a ferocious beast that you should never try to tangle with. For many, they would have fled at the sight of the Goliath, but for you, it was an absolute joy to see him, despite the surprise. Russia’s pale features sparkled with a newfou

How did this happen? This was a thought that passed through Oliver’s bizarre mind continuously like a record player repeating the same annoyingly catchy note when it can’t get over that one verse. As strange as he was, he couldn’t help but feel shivers run down his spine at the entirely unfathomable being that was walking next to him. For many saw Oliver as a peculiar man, but even they would agree that the creature besides him was by far more unearthly. It was like the perfect juxtaposition to be blathered about in an English test. Oliver, the childishly giddy gent that always seemed to have something sweet up his sleeve

Could you honestly say that nothing else surprised you anymore? Truthfully, you don’t believe anything could. Not only had you randomly stumbled upon the most bizarre of scenarios and most absurd of scenery, you also managed to befriend creatures you would never have been able to create in your mind without seeing them in reality. Your own persona had been changed to the appearance of a damsel, and quite frankly, the whole situation just reminded you of your favourite childhood novel: Alice in Wonderland. So even when you finally arrived to the Easter bunnies’ cottage, you weren’t even surprised. It wasn’t the most

Oliver was a very peculiar man. From his bubble-gum coloured clothing to his Cheshire grin, you could simply see the bloke from a mile away; whether that was a good thing however, nobody really could decipher. There was something about the way he carried himself, the way he always seemed to be giddy about something, that gave him the presence of something inhumane. It was a horrid title to put upon a man, who seemed as harmless as the tweed in his sweater vest, but no one who had ever stopped to banter with the fellow could deny that inexplicit feeling that battered itself in the back of his or her mind. He never seemed to notice the uneasin

Well this was a befuddlement. Okay, maybe not a ‘befuddlement’ but it was certainly a situation that was blooming Germany’s cheeks into a bouquet of poppies, tulips and red roses. Though truly, could you blame the poor blonde? This was one of the most important stages of his relationship and not only was he very inexperienced with how relationships even begun (especially with someone…not of his heritage), he didn’t even have the guts to swoop in with the poise and romantic gestures that would impress his sweetheart without him becoming stiff from nervousness and making every mistake he could possibly do. It re

“…France!” France looked at you with a kind and attractive smile on his face, his shoulder-length blonde hair swaying slightly from the gentle winds that seemed to caress his face. His dazzling smile blinded you and his beautiful sea blue eyes made you feel like you were drowning. He was holding a bouquet of (f/c)(f/f)s in one hand and a heart-shaped box of the finest chocolates in the other. Despite the horrid rainy weather outside – that didn’t look like it would disappear anytime soon – he still managed to pose himself as a beacon of sunshine. You were flabbergasted. What on earth was he doing here?