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Disney Talia EpilogueEpilogue: Dreams Come True
So the story ends as the story began, at a simple wishing well in Disneyland. The magic of the park granted Italy's wish; to have the adventure of a lifetime with his friends.
And they did just that, have a fantastic adventure. Friends were made, heroes rose, villains fell, and a couple people died but they came back to life in the end.
Italy told everyone about it at the next world meeting, but no one believed him, not even those who were there. They told him it was a dream, but he knew it was real. Every night since then, he'd open a small box containing the golden crest that the emperor gave him and the ticket stubs to Disneyland from that day.
And every night, he'd look out his window and search for the evening star and make a wish. Nothing extraordinary like the adventure he went on, but to remember that adventure.
And as is known;
When you wish,
Dreams come true...
Disney Talia Part SevenPart Seven: Alakazam!
"Italy! Italy, can you hear me?"
Veneziano slowly blinked his eyes open, focusing on the source of the voice.
"G-Germany? Wh-what happened?"
"You fainted," Germany explained, "Maleficent was about to finish you off when-"
"Maleficent! Where is he?"
"Taken care of, from the looks of it!" Heracles and Romano swooped down on the white pegasus, gesturing to the dragon laying dead on the ground, "The emperor told me Maleficent's weak point, and this dude totally pulled a hero move and took him out." he announced, giving the Italian a noogie.
"Get the hell off of me, you bastard!"
"That is enough!" Yao strode towards the group with Japan behind him. Heracles' removed his hand from Romano and bowed at the royalty's presence. After a moment, the other three did so as well. Yao gestured for Italy to rise. He did so shakily, keeping his eyes on the ground
"I've heard a great deal about you, Italy Veneziano. You appeared in an abandoned tower, set on a perilous quest,
Disney-Talia Part 6Part 6: The Spell Will Be Broken
"And now, my dear Italy Veneziano, we duel."
The dragon stalked circles around Italy, his tongue slipping in and out of his mouth in a snake-like manor. Italy kept his eyes peeled on the monster, no turning back now. He couldn't wave his white flag and run like usual. Germany put a hand on his shoulder, "I'm right here next to you."
Maleficent's jaws suddenly clamped shut inches from Italy's curl. He kept his gaze locked on the sorcerer, studying his every move, waiting for-
The snake-like tongue that taunted Italy before was now laying in front of him. Maleficent let out a low snarl.
"You git!" he hissed, but it came out as "You gih!"
"Enough messing around," Italy challenged, finding a new sense of courage, "let's fight for real."
"Dude! How long does this staircase go for?" Heracles complained, lagging behind Japan on the tower stair.
Japan rolled his eyes, Keep it together, Japan. At l
Disney-Talia Part FivePart 5: Worth Fighting For
Above the castle of the Prince Ivan, deep in the mountains, another palace stood atop the peaks, glaring over the ranges. At the highest tower, stood Maleficent. He circled around the emperor, Yao Wang, whose hands were bound in chains.
“I tire of your arrogance, old man. Bow to me!” Maleficent demanded.
“No matter how the wind howls, the mountain cannot bow to it.” Yao replied calmly, without shifting his gaze from the mountain range.
“Then you will kneel in-” his sentence was interrupted by the sound of flapping. The two glanced up to see a flying mint bunny gently fluttering down to it’s master’s shoulder.
“What is it, Diablo?” Maleficent asked the winged creature, slightly annoyed with its timing. The bunny squeaked for several moments and Maleficents bushy eyebrows vanished into his blonde hair.
“What?! Someone has been deemed worthy of the blade?” he grabbed a hand mirror fro
Disney-Talia Part FourPart 4: Be Our Guest
“I saw him go in there.” Flynn pointed to the monstrous castle up ahead. Italy took a step towards it in horror.
“Are you sure?” he asked quietly, to which his companion nodded, “I was afraid of that. Well, let’s go-”
“Italy?” a familiar voice spoke.
“Germany!” Italy flung himself into his friend’s arms, sobbing, “I was so scared! I didn’t know where I was or how we got here I didn’t know where you were and-“
“Calm down, Italy. It’s okay now.”
“Uh, ahem?” Heracles poked Germany’s shoulder, “Introductions, please?”
“Oh, ja. Italy, this is Heracles, the demi-god.”
“Hey, he looks like Amer… Never mind. And this,” he gestured to his own partner, “is Flynn Rider. He says he saw my brother going into this castle.”
“The prince’s castle,” Cheshire appeared above th
Disney-Talia Part ThreePart 3: Curiouser and Curiouser
Japan had been walking for quite some time now. He rubbed the scratches on his arm, some luck to have fallen through tree branches, he must’ve looked like a wreck. No matter, it didn’t look like there was anyone to impress in these woods, not even so much as a rabbit or bird could be seen in the darkness. Even so, Japan couldn’t help but feel that he was being watched by… something.
Eventually, he came to a fork in the path. One way looked more recently used and friendly, while the other looked like no one had tread on it in months. However, a faint light came from that way; a village, perhaps?
“ ‘Twas brilig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogroves, and the mome raths outgrabe,” A light and quiet voice sang. Japan looked towards where the singing came only to find no one there, “Lose something?” a pair of lavender eyes appeared.
Japan took a step ba
Disney-Talia Part TwoPart 2: Zero To Hero
Germany gasped for air as he reached the surface. He tried to process what happened in the past few seconds; one moment he was at a table eating lunch with Japan and Romano, the next he was falling from the sky and into a river in the middle of a forest... Was he drunk or something? No, this was definitely real.
He hauled himself onto the bank, taking in the surroundings. A relatively shallow river, lucky he didn’t hit the bottom, complete with a waterfall in a lush forest. He certainly wasn’t in Disneyland anymore.
Germany’s head whipped around at the sound of splashing.
“Japan? Is that you?” he called out, taking a step back in the river. Wrong move. A monster, part man and part horse, galloped into view. Germany stood there, wide eyed at the beast.
“Who are you?” it demanded.
“What are you?” he challenged back.
“I am Nessus, guardian of the river. And you are trespass
Disney-Talia Part OnePart 1: Fate? Destiny? A Flying Mint Bunny.
“Ow… my head… Where am I?”
Italy stood up, rubbing his head painfully. He glanced around the room, taking the time to admire the marvelous paintings on the wall. Everything seemed familiar, somehow, he couldn’t put his finger on it, maybe a peek outside would help? Slowly cracking open the window, he saw that he was at least one hundred feet from the ground! In a tower! He stumbled back, a bit shocked by the great height. Building up courage, Italy poked his head back out the window, spying a man running towards the tower.
Italy grabbed a nearby frying pan, hiding behind a wardrobe as the man proceeded to climb the stone wall. He held his breath, waiting for the stranger to come into view…
The man fell onto the floor unconscious. Italy stared at him, shocked at what he’d done. His expression changed when the stranger’s golden blonde hair suddenly became recognizable from
Disney-Talia ProloguePrologue: When You Wish
A bright, sunny day would make anyone happy, especially when they were at Disneyland. Sadly, ‘anyone’ didn’t include Italy. He usually was the brightest and most energetic of the former Axis Powers, but not today. Why? Because his friends weren’t having as much fun as he was.
Italy wanted to get together with his best friends and elder brother at the happiest place on earth, but they all thought the park was, well, childish. Of course, they didn’t tell him, but he had the feeling they weren’t enjoying themselves at all.
Italy had wandered off on his own after his friends, Germany, Japan and Romano, went to grab a bite to eat, he wasn’t that hungry, anyway.
“I just wanted us to get together like old times, but without World War 2 going on.” he sighed, leaning up against a wishing well. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a coin. Wishing wells weren’t really magic, but hey, it helps make dreams
Reset - [Yandere!Levi x Amnesiac!Reader] - Part 4
[once again, WARNINGS for creepiness, violence, TRIGGERS for abusive/obsessive relationships, language, and yandere-ness]
"Cadet [First] is unwell again?" Hanji inquired, gently blowing on her cup of tea. "How very strange! I was so certain that her condition had improved. She looked quite healthy when I last spoke with her."
Levi propped up an elbow against the armchair, and stared into the fireplace. His own cup of tea remained untouched on the table.
"She is in a… precarious state right now," he said, not meeting Hanji's eyes. "I still intend to keep her in my care, no matter how long it takes for her to recover."
Hanji smiled and took a delicate sip. "Yes, well… I'm sure she trusts you very much, Levi. She and I were just talking about you earlier."
Pitch black eyes flickered in the firelight. "Meaning…?"
The bespectacled woman let out a burst of laughter. "Don't look at me like that, Levi. Only good things, naturally. Your dedicati
Only You [Yandere!Levi x Reader]
[WARNING: The use of swear words and disturbing stuff lies ahead. Just thought I tell you...]
There was a soft knock at the door before it opened and the nurse came in. "Excuse me, miss/mr [L/N]?"
The sudden voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You were too exhausted to realize someone had even walked in.
"You have a visitor," She stepped aside to let them in and [E/C] orbs gazed up at the intruder nervously. To say that you were ashamed of your sight was an understatement. But relaxed a little when you realized it was only your boyfriend, Levi. You gave him a small smile, one he didn't return, and watched with tired eyes as he silently approached you. His dark, emotionless eyes stared at you with such intensity it caused you looked at your blanket-clutching fingers in embarrassment.
He took a seat in the empty chair next to your hospital bed and crossed his arms. Not saying a single word in the process. His intimidating gaze never once unlocking from you
Protecting You- Yandere!Jean x Reader Part 12
Note: Pay attention to the way each person died.
You've never seen so much blood before, even when fighting Titans. No, nothing can compare to this.
The blood coated the walls, floor, and even the ceiling. You could see many body parts scattered around, and you believed they were human ones from the odd hand or two. The more you looked, the more you started to recognize some of the features. Some of the bodies were not in pieces.
That's when you saw the brown jacket. It was covering the face of one of the deceased bodies. Hesitantly, you creeped over, kneeling down beside the once living person. Your hand reaches out and grabs the sleeve, and slowly, you pull.
You instantly know who it is. You knew that he had died, but here? This wasn't right, not at all. In fact, when you look closely, you can see scars on his neck. His throat had been slit!
Eren didn't die from head damage. He was murdered, and judging by the state of the room, you were pretty sure about who did it. Which means yo
Creepy as they get (Part 14) CreepyPasta x Reader
Staying in the house was starting to drive you insane, there wasn't much to do and everyone in the house were all guys who are completely fine with doing whatever; This morning you almost got hit with a knife because once again L.J. and Jeff were fighting over something stupid.
Anything with News on what was going on in town was hidden from you still, guessing to avoid reminding you on why you where brought there. You had just finished your food when you notice Jack heading out, "Where are you off to?" you ask and he gives you look then shrugs. "Just a walk.." He replies, "oh can I join? It's kind of boring staying in the house all day you know." you say, messing with your shirt. "Sure." he shrugs and opens the door for you.
You two head out into the forest, Jack for the most part stayed quite while you guys walked. The forest though dark was kind of calm today. You notice Jack walking towards a ravine, then hop onto a log that was knocked over. He gestured to follow showin
The Eyes Of The Hunter: Chapter Fourteen.Tails unclipped the seat belt in the back seat. Grabbing poor, weak Rina, he jostled her into a princess carry, jogging towards the bamboo huts whilst being careful of Rina who was now moaning in agony.
“Don’t worry, we’re almost there,” He smoothed booting the door open into the Sick Bay. Gently he settled her body onto the narrow bed that stood in the middle.
Rina hastily turned her head. Watching the kitsune fox work his magic hands with tools such as needles bandages and all that type of medical stuff. The colour from her cheeks was fading gradually. Her strength was growing fainter. Her lips parted, sighing lightly.
“Where’s Jake?” She whispered. Lucky for her, Tails peered over his shoulder, her voice was just loud enough for him to hear.
“He’s on his way,” Tails reassured calmly. “But first we need to get you fixed up.”
Her eyelids drifted shut. Feeling too weak to keep the
Don't Do This, Casket - Venturian Fanfic *GORE*It was Toast vs. Casket once again. Ghost's outbursts were increasing rapidly in number, as well as power. Casket was quickly taking over Ghost's brain. He never should have let him investigate the 'Cardboard Friend' demon alone. Toast quickly fled around the corner of the hall, everything went dead silent. Finally he heard the stomping of Casket's heavy boots.
"Where are you Toast? I know you're here, I can taste it." Casket growled.
Toast shuddered. He planned to retreat further down the hall, broken glass crackled underneath his feet, Casket heard and tore after him. Stealth no longer mattered, Casket knew where he was, he sprinted away, coming to a dead end. He turned to face Casket, who tackled him to the ground, pinning him down. Casket held the knife to Toast's neck.
"I can't wait to slit your throat, Toast. To feel your blood on my hands." Casket let out a chilling laugh.
"Even better, wait until Johnny Ghost wakes up, covered in your blood."
"Casket, no." To
Slender Man 911 CallDispatcher: 911 what is your emergency?
Victim: Hi. Is this 911?
Dispatcher:Yes what is your emergency!
Victim: Yes. I'm hiding in my closet because I heard my window break. I think someone broke in.
Dispatcher:You think someone broke in to your house.
Victim:Yes. He was wearing some type of clothing. Like he was wearing a tuxedo. I hear him walking to the closet. Please send police.
Dispatcher:We will send a police officer over th...
Victim:Hello. Hello. Hello! HELLO! HELLO!!!. He is coming after ME! Help! (static).
Dispatcher: Are you still there?
Victim: (Glass Shatters) (Loud Screaming)
Dispatcher:We are on their way!
30 minutes later,the police arrive at the house. As they entered the house,blood was on the door,floor,and the living room. They found the victim on the floor dead. Her head was cut in half. Limbs were cut off. And the legs were across the room. Police investigated the house and went into the bathroom. There there was something written
Dark desires Prologue (Jeff the killer X Reader)Dark Desires
“Are we there yet” you ask enthusiastically squirming in the backseat of the car. “Just a few more minutes hunny” your mother says reassuringly. You had just been discharged from a short-time mental health facility. Finally after ten days you could say goodbye to gross hospital food and annoying roommates. “Here we are hunny, welcome home” your mother says happily. You immediately burst through the front door of your house and run up stairs into your room. You then jump and flop down on your bed. It was best feeling you have ever felt, much more comfortable than the paper thin ones at the hospital.
Once you're done relishing in the softness you sit up and pull your laptop on your lap. You start to surf the internet, jumping from site to site when you come across a local news article. The heading read : “Local Unknow Killer Still At Large” this of course peaks your interest so you click on the link and you read
Trouble in Victubia Everyone stood still in the living room, shocked. No one dared to speak after what had just happened. Therefore, everyone in the room just stayed put, not knowing what to do. Dlive was the first to break the silence.
“W-what just happened?”
Aaron cleared his throat, “I don’t know.”
“Well, whatever the hell just happened, it’s connected to what happened to Cry as well,” Mark theorized.
“Agreed,” Jess said quietly.
“What are we going to do then?” Necro asked nobody in particular.
“I think…we should all just go home. Get some rest,” Dlive offered.
“I agree with Dlive,” Necro said.
“So…I guess…we’ll see each other tomorrow?” Jess asked.
“Yea,” Mark agreed.
“Here then?” Aaron asked.
“Sure,” Dlive answered.
My Nightmare Before Christmas Part 17Medea's POV
I have no idea what on earth Jack was working on with all of these orange gemstones and gold pieces, but it was certainly keeping him occupied when he wasn't planning for next year's Halloween. Thankfully, he was still busy when Christmas came around the corner, the perfect moment to make my escape to the real world. My first thought was to take the passage from the graveyard, but I would be more hidden if I took the door at that place with the doors Jack called the Hinterlands. I heard him say that if you go through your own door, you come to the real world. Real world. That sounded so familiar, I couldn't put my boney finger on it. But that was where I needed to go, that's where this Mortimer character was, as well as my past.
I knew something was up with the blue girl that night on Halloween. She looked at that boy funny, kind like of the way I did when Master Jack brought home all those sparkly thing from the tree door. I had a bad feeling about those
A Turning Point in the Clockwork WarA war of attrition
depends on supply and drawdown,
how much you have and how much you use up.
With personnel, the balance concerns
the influx of recruitment versus
the outflow of casualties, deserters, invalids.
There is only so much loss
that a fighting force can sustain
and still fight.
Pilot Claude Archer was the first
to challenge his invalid discharge.
"I don't need legs to fly," he said,
patting the healed stumps of his thighs.
"My Osprey runs on elbow grease."
The members of the discharge board
paused and looked at each other.
What he said was true.
The Osprey-class fighter jets
relied on hand controls,
and a sharp eye and iron nerve.
Fingers flicked through the stack
of discharge papers -- so many, many pages.
So many soldiers lost, never to fight again.
They could not afford to let slip even one
who might be retained, somehow,
to face the front line once more.
Far less could the war effort spare
one of its best pilots.
So they put Pilot Archer back on the roster,
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