HetaliaKidd

  It was the start of a new year and Gokudera Hayato already hated their homeroom teacher.   What did Sensei Minamoto, homeroom teacher of Class 3-A, know about her students? And of all things she could do, she had to format the sitting arrangement of the class so that each joint desk would have a boy and a girl seated together.   "This is for your own good, darlings," she had trilled in her nasal voice. "It's your final year as middle schoolers. You should get to know your classmates well, especially of the opposite gender."   Sensei Minamoto had ended her sentence with a knowing wiggle of her arched eyebrows.   And

  It was the start of a new year and Gokudera Hayato already hated their homeroom teacher.   What did Sensei Minamoto, homeroom teacher of Class 3-A, know about her students? And of all things she could do, she had to format the sitting arrangement of the class so that each joint desk would have a boy and a girl seated together.   "This is for your own good, darlings," she had trilled in her nasal voice. "It's your final year as middle schoolers. You should get to know your classmates well, especially of the opposite gender."   Sensei Minamoto had ended her sentence with a knowing wiggle of her arched eyebrows.   And

Today was the day. Yes today you were going to the Ouran Host Club. And no it wasn't for a host, it was for one of the customers. Kasanoda. Most people called him cold or harsh, but you knew the truth. When he thought he was alone, you were watching him feed the birds in the Ouran Rose Garden. You knew he had a heart, one of the few that knew, even though he was gaining in popularity. You would love to tell your feelings to him, but.... Well.... You were the shyest girl EVER. You were walking down the polished halls and into the corridor, heading towards music room 3. Once you reached it, you gingerly put your hand on the door handle, and ca

A Rainy Summer It was a warm and sunny day in the middle of June. The sun was shining high on the celeste blue sky. There were a bunch of fluffy clouds somewhere by the horizon but otherwise there were nothing that would cover up the hot sunbeams striking the ground. You stroke the sweat from your forehead and pushed the primitive lawnmower forward. It was the far East end of the Phantomhive property that needed a bit gardening. You were helping out in the manor for the summer to earn some money to be able to buy food for your family. Though, you enjoyed to be here and had found good friends in the servants of the Phantomhive household.