YamiYAlexander4

In the modern world, there is no more land for the countries to claim or for more countries to be born right? Then what were all the assembled countries looking at right now? Seated in the blond German’s lap, a small peach colored hand held a pencil upside down and drew messily on a blank piece of paper without a care in the world. Chubby cheeks tinted a light shade of pink, a little red tongue peeking out one side of the small pink lips, big amber colored eyes narrowed in concentration on the scribbled drawing, wavy light brown hair tied in pig tails on either side of its little head, dressed in a white dress with a purple bow tied ar

It was finally here! The special order hoodie you had found on the internet, it was so cute and you had enough money to buy it too! So you ordered it and it had finally arrived. "It's so warm." You gushed as you put it on; the furry jacket was soft and pure white like snow and it was so soft too. "(Y/N)! Time for school!" you mom called from down stairs. You quickly got your book bag and headed past your mom, who saw you wearing your new hoodie. "Oh Sweetie. Is that the hoodie you got in the mail?" You mom asked and you happily nodded your head as you ate (F/B).  You gave your mom a nod. "I don't see what you like so much about it." she

"Aww, aren't you just adorable." You cooed over one little kitten that seemed to have taken a liking to you. Holding him up to your chest the black and white cat rubbed his soft furry head against your chin as he purred happily. "(Y/N)-chan, I aporogize for not having any snacks ready for your arriv-." You looked up at your Japanese boyfriend who stopped in the doorway of his kitchen, with a shocked and embarrassed look on his face. "What's the matter Kiku-kun?" you asked him innocently, not aware that his cat, named Tama, was snuggling into your plump breasts that where only covered by the thin fabric of the (F/C)yukita that Kiku had given

Chapter 1: Homecoming Deep in a long forgotten forest, a glowing purple aura overcame the over grown vegetation to clear a weather worn path of cobblestone. A few small purple buds of flowers where popping up in a few of the cracks, only to be crushed under a set of dark hooves that clacked loudly on the cracked, stone path. The forest floor was pitch black, with only the strange purple glow slightly guiding the way as it brushed away piles of old dead leaves and overgrown tree roots to expose the pathway of stones. The forest seemed peaceful with only the song of cricket’s filling the night with the occasional hoot from an owl breaki