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Sleepover (Hetalia Fanfic)

(Hetalia Fanfic) Sleepover -Intro- Ch. 1
By: Aoharu

Canada didn't know why Russia was here. I guess you want the back-story and etc? *sigh* Fine. A few days ago, America go the idea to throw a party. No particular reason, he just wanted a party. Okay, Canada thought, a party. America likes to party. It's natural for him. But, Russia? He did not like to be very social, like America did. And, why would Russia come to one of America's parties? Russia hated America with a burning, lustful passion. Oops. I mean, the regular kind. Or the hateful kind. Whichever. All those wars aren't for nothing. Just Russia's sexual frustrations. And everybody else's. So, because of Russia's presence at America's party, Canada was very confused. I mean Russia hated America, America threw a party, and Russia was present at said party. Something wasn't right... But Canada couldn't put his finger on it.. He should go talk to America about this...

"Hey Bro..." Canada said, raising his hand, approaching America cautiously.

America continued chatting it up like usual with England and Japan. Canada gently laid his right shoulder to get his attention, since NOBODY still could hear him, apparently. America stopped chatting as soon as he felt a hand on his right shoulder. America turned around in a nonchalant style, to see what the party guest wanted. Maybe the guest wanted to know where the bathroom is, after having too much punch. Or maybe a refill of said punch or soda or whatever choice of beverage the guest was drinking.

America froze in horror. His fear was... coming true...? There was nothing there. Maybe he had imagined it. But he could of swore he felt a hand on his shoulder! Was... Was it a ghost? America's face severely blanched. Oh. God. No. He was pretty sure he didn't watch that damn videotape again. No, he was sure that didn't. After the first few times, England locked it up far, far away because he was tired of being woken up in the middle of the night by America's freaked out rampages and phone calls.

"G-... G-G-G-GHOST!!!! RUN AWAY!!!" cried America.
And with that declaration, he ran away to the other side of the house.

In his feat of running from what he thought was a ghost (which was actually just poor, once again forgotten Canada), America's whole spiel towards the other end of the house, knocked over drinks, whacked people on various body parts (mainly backs of the head), and other assortment of misfits. This spiel of America's had yells of shock/surprise or anger erupting all over the whole house, thrown in were a few curse words, a couple cries of pain, some glares, and some shocked expressions. Especially from England and Japan. Canada had one too, but it faded to a sad one after two seconds.

"Oh my,.... Is America-san okay?" Japan inquired, with a puzzled look.
"Bloody Hell! I don't know what the hell has gotten into him! A ghost?!" England yelled, totally aghast.
"Hey!" Canada yelled, in his yelliest Canadian voice, trying to get their attention to tell them that American was wrong once again.

1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds went by. No use. Nobody still paid any attention to Canada. A sigh escaped from Canada's lips rather forcefully. Canada sulked back over to what he claimed was his territory for the party.

Standing or well, slouching back against the wall of America's living room, clutching a plastic disposable cup containing his choice of drink from the array of beverages America had put out, Canada felt a deep, longing need to a part of the party. The need he so deeply felt was quite easily replaced by the sting of reality.

A tall figure sauntered over to Canada, and decided that the spot right next to Canada was a good spot. However, Canada didn't notice because his mind was still set upon the depressing reality of no one noticing him. Probably never. Russia cleared his throat with quiet guff and then words slowly started leaking out.

"Hello, Canada... da."
"Eh?" Canada's head turned to the sound's direction.
"....What?" Canada simply asked, confused.
"I said, Hello, da." Russia cheerfully.

"Ah.... Heh... Hello there, Russia." Canada replied. Canada tried to put on a smile, but he still felt bad because of America. He also couldn't full enjoy this moment because of all the social rejection before this moment. Since, someone was finally actually (not mistaking him for his brother) paying attention to him, he decided that he would soaked up as much as he can, while he can.

"Why do you look so shocked, da?"
Canada blinked. Shocked? He didn't think that he had a shocked expression on his face.

"What? Shocked? Oh no, I'm not shocked. Not at all."
"It's written on your face." Russia simply pointed out.
Canada slightly touched his face, specifically his right cheek. He didn't even realized what he had done. His face?

"Yes, da. Your face." Russia answered Canada's mental question.
"Ah, sorry about that. A lot of people don't ever notice me so it kinda surprises me when they do." Canada replied sleepily, scratching the back of his head.

"Ah, I see, da. I understand, really. It's a lot like that in my country. Loneliness is something I know well. Besides snow." Russia remarked sadly. Canada could see that sadness was not only in his voice, but his eyes as well. Canada knew that look well. Russia noticed that Canada was staring intensely at Russia's face. Russia snapped back on his step-ford smiling, ecstatic happy face, with the little, small, cute grin.

Canada suddenly realized something.
"Why are you here, Russia?"
The question Canada had been meaning to ask all along, but had simply forget.
"What do you mean, da, Canada?" Russia simply smiled. Russia hoped Canada wasn't suggesting anything...
"Oh, well... You don't like America very much, right?"
Russia nodded in agreement.
"This is America's party." Canada stated flatly.
"Sooo... Why are you here? It makes no sense." Canada's face contorted in a very puzzled look. Russia cleared his throat. This wasn't going to an easy thing.
"I---" Russia's sentence was cut off before it had begun, by a loud, defeating bang and hollering coming from an annoying albino.

The said albino strut through the crowds of stares and eye-rolls towards the middle of America's living room. The albino inhaled dramatically and started to climb up onto the coffee table.
"Get down from there! You'll get hurt!" Japan cried as he rushed over to the middle of the living room, where Prussia was.
"Or you'll break it, aru." China's and Japan's cries were starting to mix together, more furiously, mingling almost into one.

"Awww, dude. Don't worry, Japan. Seriously, it'll be fine."
America waved it off like it was no thing. America helped Prussia up onto his coffee table. As he was doing so, Prussia's baggy blue jeans slipped down and showed more than America wanted to see. With a loud noise echoing, Prussia clapped his hands together. Prussia was ready for his big performance.

"Hey, Brother! Watch this!" And with that, Prussia started to dance. It was a new cool one he saw on a Japanese show a couple days ago. What was it called? Bebop? Noooope. That wasn't it, Prussia thought as he continued. At least, no one was asked any questions. They were just staring at him... with mainly blank looks. Beep Beep Bop? Nope also. Bo Bee Bo... Maybe that was it... France got a gleam. France had a feeling in his heart that said HE HAD TO DANCE!!! There was no stopping him. In a mad dash, France springed up on the coffee table, along side Prussia. He wanted to have fun too! He would show Iggy that they were meant to be together! By his beautiful dance skills. Spain decided it looked like fun and hopped up on the table. His little tomato would have join, but he was being too stubborn. Oh well... he would have to miss out.

"What strange dance is that, aru?" China asked.
"*Sigh* Popipo. The vegetable juice dance. Hatsune Miku-Chan sings it." Japan wringled his hands. Japan smiled happily a bit at the thought of Hatsune Miku.

Germany, hearing commotion, finished up in the bathroom as fast as he can. Germany, curious as to find out what the hell was going on, walk out into the living room, only to face-palm and sigh. Prussia was up to his antics again. Oh god... He was going to have to stop this.
"Everybody, MOVE!" Germany said, in a dash over to the coffee table, making his way through the crowd.
"Hey, Brother!" Prussia stopped for a moment to wave like a hyper idiot.
"Prussia, stop this!" Germany hollered around the room.

Someone spilled their drink. The spillage landed on the coffee table. One thing happened and went to another. And the next thing you know, America's coffee table was broken by Prussia's fat ass. America just shugged. England started yelling like he always does, while in the background France was frantically cry about how England still doesn't love him.

After while, people started to settle down about the incident, especially after Germany made Prussia apologize for his antics. America accepted and proceeded to tell everyone that he had an announcement to make later on. Then, shouted... "WHO WANTS X-MAS CAKE?", which was followed by several comments, such as... "EW! No way.", "And, people complain about MY cooking.", "How about I make something more proper and beautiful, instead?", "We shouldn't be eating that; it could be dangerous.", "Are trying to poison us?", and who could forget Japan's comment, "I rather not. Besides, it's not even Christmas.".
America signed and made a pouty face, as he put the X-mas cake away. And, then came back with booze, yelling, "WHO WANTS BEER???".

One thing remained, which was the question of why was Russia here. Canada had to get to the bottom of this. It just didn't make sense.

When the Night Comes... (Vocaloid Rin/Len Lemon Fanfic)

Vocaloid Kagamine Rin/Len Lemon FanFic

Part One:

-Soft breathing echoed through the house. In the middle of the night, a young girl of the age of 14, woke up after vague hours of sleeping, to the breathing of people sleeping and dead silence.

-Her soft, shoulder length hair that was born a light blonde color, looked like a fuzzy edged halo around her head. The hair halo made her especially peaceful looking, as he blue eyes stared and scanned the ceiling. As she did so, her mind, deep in thought, raced through hundreds of questions. It was times like these, that was horribly interfering with her daily life, yet was so precious. Filled with imaginative thought, she was seeking answers that she could understand and only she would want. No one else can tell her what was wrong or what was right, what she wanted deep within her heart, her mind. If she searched hard enough, maybe, just maybe... she could figure it all out.

-Her room, where she spent her mundane days, doing homework at the minute, reading the latest sports manga, sneaking food up to her room after dinner while her parents discussed vehemently finances, sleeping after she passed out from exhaustion, etc.

-The room of hers, was filled with material objects of various sizes, colors, and styles. A bookshelf of dark oak, shabbily made, from a friend family. It was sadly a little crooked and wobbly that Rin often thought it would just collapse. The bookshelf, while was worn down yet strong, was in fact, very contrasting to the almost brand new manga she had bought two months back that consist of either manga about sports, vampires or Chinese manhua. Those manga/manhua were her babies, dammit, and they were kept in meticulous order. She looked over the foot of her bed, where her dresser stands. On top of it, she would have a small TV, if her parents would let her ever have one. It didn't even have to get many channels or have lots of functions or even be very pretty, she would really just want to watch something when she was bored, or maybe to even keep up with most popular shows, so she would have something to talk about with her friends (if you could call them that).

-Some objects were thin, some bulky, but no matter how many objects she had, or how clattered her room got, it always felt vastly empty to her. She missed her twin very much. She missed Len sleeping beside her, like what they did when they were five. Breaths that were gentle and warm that traveled down her back. She remembered from all the times that they had slept together because of his fear of thunder, that he tended to sleep with his mouth open, ever since they were five he had been that way. Rin didn't know why; it baffled her. Len, her identical twin, was just down the hall in his room, probably getting a deep, full night of sleep. They were identical physically, excluding their biological sex. Rin was born as a female, and Len was born as a male. Both born with blonde hair, shoulder length, and blue eyes that looked like water of a lake, shining on a beautiful, sunny day of spring.

-Maybe a few more minutes of trying to sleep, Rin realized it wasn't working. Damn. Frustration webbed at the edges of her mind as she realized that since it was late fall, she wasn't going to get much sleep until the beginnings of March. The Kagamine family's house tended to be slightly chilly during the late fall and the entire winter. It wasn't much, but it made Rin uneasy and that was enough to keep her awake at night. Most nights were spent in naught, as she pined for sleep and it never came. Sometimes, she almost cried. Almost. She decided that she would figure out something, someday.

-Maybe she should see if her twin, Len, was sleeping peacefully... Maybe if Rin saw that he was getting a full, deep sleep at like 2 in the morning, she could sleep peacefully, or at least get some... If that didn't work, maybe sneak to watch some TV... TV would probably help her to pass out. Why was she the one to have trouble sleeping?

Benjamin Intro (Original Fiction)

Benjamin -Intro-

Benjamin, or Benny as he preferred to be called, was born a very peculiar child. Strange things were always of interest to him. Even when he was a little child, he would always see all sorts of various creatures sulking around the town. Fascinating creatures, they were! One small thing that should to be mentioned, they weren't in his head at all.

Benjamin's life had, even since his birth been somewhat tragic. But, so was almost everyone else's life in the dreary world that Benny lived in. Someone could say that that they were all like a gray mob in the town of Perirrlom, which wasn't very make different than the other towns.

Some even go as far to say... that those strange looking creatures are the ones responsible for all the bad things happening ever since they came. But, a lot of experts say that's just human nature. No one ever said it was a good thing, though.

Benjamin resided in a house near the edge of town. Even though, his house saw minuscule, it was filled with many people living or running in and out. A total of 12 people lived in that house, including the dog that live up the alley and the cat that never came out of it's hiding places. The house was a bit worn but, it severs it's purpose well. Or at least, well enough for the family to live in. It seemed that no matter how rich someone was or what valuable possessions someone had in this town, their house still had eerie ding to them.

Maybe it was human's doing, maybe the creature's doing, maybe it was nature, maybe it was nothing... No one knew for certain, but it made all the humans felt icky, like slimy bugs were crawling slowly on their bare skin, with increasing pressure.

Life was dreary, so much in fact, a lot of the townspeople would come to think that nothing so significant beyond daily life with a few ups and downs, would happen to them, to Ben, to his family, to the creatures, to everyone, to anyone.

All the Starlights... (Original Lyrics)

Title: All the Starlights...
Singer: Lily (My new friend ^^)
Language: English
Lyrics: Aoharu (Me)

Starlight
Starlight
lala, lala,... la.
Starlight
lalala... lala.
Starlight
Don't try
to shine
too hard.
We love... you,
just the same, just the same.

Shine your best
in the sky, in the sky
We will look at you
from afar, from afar...
Let the sky feel, your love
as we feel it too.
Young, forever and ever, and even more...
Do you see any angels up there?
Could you count them for us?

Together, shine together
Brighter and brighter
Round and round
around the earth
Spinning, spinning
Faster and faster
Stars in the sky
Up and above
Shine your best

Starlight
Starlight
lala, lala,... la.
Starlight
lalala... lala.
Starlight

La...lalala, lala.
La... lalala, la.
Lalala... la.
All the starlights...
way up above.
Lalalala.... lala... la.

*Copyrighted to Me (Aoharu)