Lilmayflower

Wonderland, Oh wonderland. A place full of everything yet was empty and void of everything. Oh how Wonderland was the place of both imagination and illogical conclusions. It is here that The Four suit Kingdoms sat, here in wonderland. The Kingdoms that were four, they had been alarmed and rightfully so. To see the fall of the King of Diamonds Francis had been a shock to all of the other three Kingdoms, for none could remember a time where the Royal suits had ever died. Most had thought that the King of Diamonds had played them, until they saw for themselves that indeed that the King had died, a shot to the head, as he held a twisted grin u

England stared in horror as America finally slumped forward to the ground, blood pooling around his body. “N-no, no stop this!” He struggled to free himself of the magic bonds holding his wrists down to the chair, he had to free himself and get to America. The Queen of Spades chuckled, finding this all too amusing. “And why should I?” The green-eyed man asked, he looked away from the window to look down on his counterpart. “Why should I give this man mercy? After all, did you not want him to pay dearly for hurting you so in the past?” England shook his head. “N-not like this, this isn’t- I ne

Arthur knew he should not have done it. There were so many penalties for doing such acts in heaven… but he could not leave the hopeless little demon child that could not even defend himself from that other monstrous being. He should have left well enough alone and killed both, it would have been best to rid them of this realm, but after seeing the poor child cry and scream in pain, his heart could not take it. The boy clung to the Angel’s white robes, his face buried as tears streamed down his face, he was in so much pain, that he didn't even care that an Angel was carrying off with him, most likely to kill him. He just wanted t

Alfred sat on a log, watching the flames of the campfire while Arthur and Matthew were sleeping inside the tent, missing the night sky that was filled with bright shining stars. The gentle breeze blew some of Alfred bangs into his face. Memories flooded his mind. All those years ago sitting in the same spot, under the same stars. He could hear the sounds of men and women laughing and singing old songs that he could no longer remember the lyrics to. But there was one part of those memories he could never forget. A slim petit body, with long golden hair in twin braids resting at the shoulders and bright green eyes that could rival that of Eng

It was times like this that England had to laugh. He had left little America and Canada in the care of France, on the promise that he wouldn't take off with them. And honestly, he wouldn't have even dreamt to ask the other to even come anywhere near them, but there was no one else who could truly handle the twins together and the fact that it seemed to be the only way to get the younger of the two to brighten up a bit. When he had gotten back from meeting with the king, he had walked into the house and found it to be in good order, clean and completely silent. He wouldn't admit it, but he was a bit frightened about this. “I’m ba

The room was bright; the walls were the color white. Voices could be heard, whispering lowly to one another. The small child looked around and saw black shadows standing around the room. He walked towards them, almost like he was drawn to them. As he got closer, the shadows started to look more like humans. The shadows were silhouettes, he could just make out the outlines of each one, but there were no faces to be seen. However to the child, it was more than enough after not seeing something so human looking for so long, that if he had ever seen another human in his life. The silhouettes were moving, as if walking while whispering secrets t

The sounds of footsteps and crying were all that he could hear. A child sat on his bed crying for someone, but for who? Not even he knew, and all that he could do was cry. The room that he was in was small, fitting only a bed his size, a small trunk with some dirty white shirts and shorts, and a chest of broken and dirty toys. He had no clue where he was, or even who he was. He felt scared in this place, there was no one here with him; he was alone in the big empty house. Sometimes though, he thought someone was there, he could hear footsteps and laughter, sometimes he heard crying too. He cuddled one of the broken soft toys to his chest, i

“Don’t leave me!”  Little Canada cried. He stood in front of the door, blocking the path that France was going. The boy held his arms out, while his little toy white bear sat on the floor next to him, helping him keep the older French nation in the house. His violet-blue eyes filled with tears as he tried so hard not to outright cry. He had overheard the nation talking last night about leaving to go back to his home on the other side of the ocean, and the little boy didn’t want to be alone again. His brother had left him; other people had come and gone as well. He was always being left behind and forgotten; but not th

“Alfred, though I might never see you again, but if we do, promise me that you’ll still love me like you do now.” Alice’s voice was on the edge of cracking, it was the day that she left for home. She had given her goodbyes to everyone else, but had saved Alfred’s for last, knowing that she might cry. America nodded, giving one last tight hug to Alice, he gave a short sweet kiss on the top of her head before letting go and helping her into her wagon. “I will Alice; I’ll even love ya ten times more.” They both knew the chances of seeing one another was slim, but the thought was comforting to the