Silver-Circus

Chapter 10 You sat down on the couch, your head in your hands. - What brought him here? It sure wasn't the food...well---  - Your thought have been interrupted by a strong knock on the door. You stood up gently, and shuffled your tired feet to the front door, opening it to find no-one else but Belarus herself. -Ah, miesalmebi, Natalia. – You nodded, greeting your old friend in your native language. She nodded back. You moved aside to let her in. -Pryvitannie, _______. What made you call me? – She asked whilst stepping in. -It's... – You bit your bottom lip in hesitation. Okay, you didn't know what to say. Natalia didn'

"A music party?" It was so quaint, the little invitation you held in your hand; it looked like something fresh out of a fancy catalogue. You carefully examined the intricate designs gracing the cardstock. The elegant cursive font swirled invitingly on the front of the card, drawing you in and already giving you the feeling of the elegant even to come. Opening the invitation delicate wisps of embossed blue curves bordered the paper's edges. Yes…very nice indeed. What struck you as unusual though was the envelope it came in. While the writing on the outside was neat as a pin, the envelope itself was cheap; it was like something you'd buy

"I'll tell you what you're going to do." Words...so few could mean so much and have such an impact. Those few words that Austria uttered, in combination with his tone, was enough to fill you to the brim with anxiety. You felt terrible about everything; you really did. It wasn't as though you had meant to destroy the piano. In fact, your impending punishment wasn't what was getting to you the most at the moment. What truly prodded your heart was the fact that you ruined such a valube able possession of his; it was obviously something he treasured greatly and couldn't be replaced...you had never wanted to be the one to make someone go through

"Aaaand that's the last one." you said with relief, your voice slightly strained from the weight of the box you were carrying. You let out a long sigh when you plopped the rest of your stuff in your new room at the place you now called home. Odd....Austria's house really was going to be your new home. "Wow...that was more work than I expected." you breathed, collapsing against your bed. "Why do I have so much junk anyway?"  you grumbled closing your eyes. Not a moment after you closed your eyes, you heard your name being called. "Austria? Already?" you said to yourself in slight disbelief, groaning as you hauled yourself out of bed and to

The weeks following your rejection by Estonia were possibly the slowest, emptiest, and most painful weeks of your life. During that time you never visited Estonia. You didn't even talk to him. Honestly you didn't want to. How awkward was it going to be when you finally did have to see each other? He knew now that you had deep romantic feelings for him…things would never be able to be the way they were…not even close. 'He's going to hate me forever' you thought painfully. 'I've lost the one I love most just because I HAD to go admit my feelings! Why…why did I do that?' You started to tear up again for the millionth time it see

'I wonder if today is the day I should tell him…' you wondered to yourself. This was a question you'd asked yourself many times before but still you found yourself asking it again with the same anxiety plaguing your heart as the first time you asked it. You looked over at the man next to you who was currently telling you how things were going in his country; after all you had asked…and yet you weren't really listening. You felt kind of selfish. This guy was always going through quite a bit and he really deserved some genuine attention, especially from you, his best friend. Yet you were far more concerned right now with confessing

America was in a good mood today; correction; a GREAT mood. He was grinning like an idiot and singing one of his favorite songs loudly as he danced around the kitchen; he was getting over half the lyrics wrong and looked completely mental but he didn't give a shit. Why was Alfred in such an awesome mood? Because you, his beautiful wife, were going to have your baby any day now. Alfred was never a particularly patient guy and so having to wait for NINE MONTHS before he could see his baby was "way too freaking long!" as he had put it. Naturally he had asked a million stupid questions, like if there was a medicine that could make your baby gro

"You almost ready babe?" America called to you from downstairs. "Yeah! I'll be down in a sec!" you replied as you finished touching up your makeup. Today was your two year wedding anniversary with Alfred and you were going out somewhere special; Alfred had made reservations at a five star restaurant. On top of being a five star restaurant for its food and service, the building itself was perched on top of a beautiful grassy hill that overlooked a pristine lake. Alfred had made a special request to be seated with you in the outside dining area so you could both enjoy the view. Quite honestly, though you felt yourself worrying over the expen

Everything had gone off without a hitch on that day; the best day of your life. You couldn't believe that the best day of your life had happened only two days ago; your marriage to Alfred F. Jones. The two of you had gotten married six months after his proposal and honestly six months had been the most wonderful and most stressful few months you had ever experienced. The stress was trying to get everything done on time but what surprised you was how active America was in planning it all. Oh Alfred…of course since it was your wedding, it had to be big and by big you mean BIG. Alfred had to go over the top with everything. He had to make