HyperFroggy46

What I love about dA? 1. I am free to be, I am free to be anything I want to be, whether it be a pirate, a ninja, or a llama. 2. The warm community. It's always so welcoming. I had friends the first day. 3. The ability to aspire for. 4. The ability to be inspired. 5. The ability to be supported and to be a support, either art related, or not. 6. A sense of individuality. I have a choice when it comes to creating. I never have to conform. 7. The administrators' undying devotion for a website such as this. 8. Being a home for those who seem lost in the real world. This is their sanctuary. 9. Understanding the insanity of the members. I

Lovino scrambled out of the bed, but fell to the floor with a smash. "Ugh...hurts so bad...but so lazy...to get up..." He crawled on the floor trying to find his way with his eyes shut from the brightness of the morning sun. 'How does Maria deal with this every morning?' he thought. He finally reached what he thought was a door handle and turned it. To his surprise and dissatisfaction, what he thought was the exit door was really the laundry closet. All sorts of assortments of clothing fell on the sleepy Italian. He try to crawl away, but the weight of dresses and parasols were far too much. He laid there with a pile of clothes on his back.

Maria had awoken from her deep slumber. "Aye, today seems like a wonderful day, I must seize it! Hehe, sounds like something Grandpa would say..." She stirred, but oddly enough, bumped into something. Under her covers was her older brother, Feliciano Vargas, dozing off. She smiled, kissed her brothers drool-drenched cheek, and went on the other side of the bed. To her surprise, she found yet another body! This time it was her other, more serious brother Lovino, deep in sleep. "Even when he sleeps, he seems so pensive!" She quietly went over her brothers and tiptoed out the door. "Pleasant dreams, my brothers." She closed the grand doors

I Got Heart. I Got Soul. Running through my veins, Like marathons, it rolls Down my spine Up again along that line Heading towards the crook of my neck I got to make sure That I'm all set and checked To burst Like the bomb I am. Because this heart Is just too big And this soul Is too large For this small, Weak Senseless Body to take. Take them down Take them all down Because this world spins too fast And I can't make it last. This heart, This soul, It's too loud for you guys to take The ringing in your ear might make it break. Exploding It's just fascinating! Thousands of pieces fly Making their places in the

Gilbert and Antonio came rushing into the grand doors of Francis's castle. "Hey, you, shortie. Where's Franny?" "Wh-who, monsieur?" "Ah, a Mr. Bonnefoy, senor." "Ah, it seems Monsieur Bonnefoy is...busy." "Busy? What can that guy be doing at a time like his? I mean, he should at least be-" Two delicate hands pushed the two men away. Maria came in between them, still in perfect condition considering the storm outside. The servant bowed quickly. "Ah, Madame Madonna, I am so sorry for my insolence, I-" "Hush, sweet brother. If his own best friends cannot see him at this moment, may I? They will accompany me, of course." "Ah...yes, I sup

England sat on his throne, fiddling with a greatly ordained gold and silver sword. One of his court officials sat beside him, pondering on where he found it. "Your Highness but, if you are not bothered by me asking, where did you find such an extravagant rapier?" "Ahh, my good man, it was a 'going away' present from someone. It was indeed too kind of them." "What are those letters inscribed, your Majesty?" "These words here?" England pointed to three words inscribed in the silver of the blade. "'Nulla vestigium retrorsit?' I learned this too long ago to remember, but I believe it means something like 'never look back' or something chees

Arthur hurried into the conference room. The countries present had already started discussing about poverty as he tried to slide into his seat. "Glad that you can finally make it, Iggy! Another late night, huh?" That voice, that stupid, annoying voice, is what Arthur loathed whenever he came to the meetings. "Well, Alfred, I was busy preparing some good material for today's conference so I worked all night. What did you do?" "Well, I played video games and watched scary movies! At least I woke up early!" Oh, how England loathed the man who sat next to him. America was known for his very self-centered view of himself, and though some coun

Feliciano and Lovino were going home after a long day of talking with other countries at the world conference. Today they had it at England's home, so they only had to go down the southern most path to get home. "Ve~ Brother! Wasn't today's meeting wonderful? I think we got a lot of work done!" "But we are still in a slump, Feliciano. Luckily were not like that lazy Heracles..." "And Ludwig was willing to pay off our loans if-" "GOD I HATE THAT POTATO LOSER! All he wants to do is save the day and-" "Ehem, I think I was of great help to you, Mr. Vargas." South Italy turned to see the very tall and intimidating Germany behind him. Germany

China's hand flew straight up. "Ah! Yes! What's your idea, Yao?" "Yes! America, aru! I was thinking that maybe we can have a dumpling sale to support the troops!" England interrupts, with, as always, a face of great dissatisfaction. "A dumpling sale, Yao? Are you serious? Please, I don't think selling fried dough and vegetables will ever support all those troops-" "Well, I thought it was a great idea, da?" A great chill grew in the room. All the countries turned to see the menacing country of Russia smile at his seat. China had felt something unsettling crawl up his back. "You know, aru, it wasn't such a great idea, so there's no need

Maria took off her hood. Finally, she thought, the rain has subsided. She was waiting at the main road of Venice for her brothers who usually met with Spain and Greece about financial matters. They were taking oddly too long. She had a basket of bread, freshly made and soft, for her brothers' return. She wanted to learn how to make garlic bread. Even though she thought these trivial thoughts, she prayed every night for France's and Joan's return. They were both gone, and no one knew where they were. "God, please make sure they are okay..." At that, Feliciano came running towards her. He was soaked, implication that he didn't have an umbrell