Australia's Gym Field Trip Assignment3/24/14
I got a letter from the Physical Education staff, and it said that Mr. Australia was taking my class scuba diving today. It said I needed a bathing suit, goggles, and an oxygen tank with a mouth piece and cord. It also said we needed a partner. But then I remembered that I don’t have a gym partner, so I guess I get to do it alone. Since I didn’t check my mail for a while, this class was happening today. It said the buses were leaving for the beach at 10:00 this morning. I checked my watch. 9:45.
“Aw, dang it!” I said to myself as I ran into my room to get my bathing suit and goggles and ran down the hall, out of the dormitory building, and into the Physical Education Supplies and Equipment building to get the rest of the needed equipment.
Once I was done, the bus doors were closing.
“Wait!” I screamed; the bus driver looking at me and opening the doors as I got to the bus. I got to my seat,
England's English Assignment3/24/14
Alfred and Luna (My OC’s version of Hansel and Gretel) (Since I haven’t made many friends on here, I will be using the FACE family as the other characters. Canada and England will be their girl versions)
Alfred and Luna were brother and sister in a little village in New England in the 1700’s. Their parents loved them, but could not afford them. So one day, Francis and Madison took Alfred and Luna out to a park. They played for hours and hours The sun was going down, and while Alfred was on a swing and Luna was on the ground drawing in the sand with a stick, Francis and Madison snuck away, and never came back to get them. When the siblings realized their parents were gone, they started getting scared.
“Where did Papa and Mama go? It’s getting dark, and its cold out.” Luna exclaimed, shivering as a breeze blew past her.
“I don’t know. Hey, what’s over there?” asked Alfred as he poin
Fanfic RequestsHI! Since i have some time on my hands, I am taking requests for fan fictions! They can be about the following:
Hetalia, Pokemon, Percy Jackson, Black Butler, Soul Eater, Black Rock Shooter, Ouran Highschool Host Club, and Fruits Basket. They can be reader inserts, pairings, etc. I am really not a good artist, so i wont be making art to go along with the stories. If anyone wants to draw some fan art for me to use for any of the stories or the ones i have previously put up, that would be extremely helpful. I will put up the names of the people who give me requests and art. Thanks! Asta la pasta!~
Note: Since school is still in session, I will start these as soon as school lets out and then I have a whole two months to finish these. I am sorry I can't start these sooner and I thank you for your understanding.
Taiwan's Math HomeworkLuna Nightshade
Assignment: "Alright everyone, it's near the end of the year. I haven't exactly finished my final papers yet so I want you all to do it for me! It can be on anything you want just give it to me before any of the other professors find out about it! Extra credit to whoevers project gets me the best grade!”
Draw or Write your character explaining a complex math situation
I walked over to my seat at the front of the class. There was nobody there except Taiwan, and it looked like she was confused about something. I placed my backpack next to my desk and walked over to her.
“Do you need any help?” I asked.
“Yes, its math. Exponents are so confusing!” she replied, her hands going through her hair in frustration, “Hey, can you do it for me? I can pay you!” she asked.
“I can’t do that, because that’s cheating. But I can lend you my notes, and I can sit and help you.
Hetalia x Abused! Reader Chapter 3Your POV:
You woke up the next morning. You didn’t open your eyes, because it was usually at this time that people would come to take your hard earned stuff. Then you remembered that England saved you, and you opened your eyes. You looked through the window on the wall and saw that the sky was a beautiful shade of blue and there were no clouds to be seen. You could hear the birds chirp in the trees below, and the sounds of the incoming traffic going by. This morning was perfect, until you smelt something burning. You tried to get up and were surprised that you had the strength to get off the “couch” and stand up. Your legs were wobbly, and it was hard to keep your balance, but you started to walk towards the smell, using the walls and nearby objects to help you from falling. You looked into the small kitchen, and saw England take a tray of some charred “things” and place them onto a glass plate. You saw him look up at you and smile.
“Good morning, (y
Hetalia x Abused! Reader Chapter TwoYour POV:
You were crying in England’s arms, when the door swung open and a bunch of men walked inside.
“Have no fear, the hero is here!!!”
“America! You have to be quiet for zhe mädchen. She iz sick, und needs to rest.”
“Look at the-a bambina! She is-a so cute, ve~!”
“She is a little sunflower, да?”
“Hai, she is kawaii.”
“Shì de, she is, aru.”
“It is so unfair zhat Angleterre ‘as ‘er and I don’t.”
“Hey, I’m not a chair!”
“Who are you?”
You stared at the unknown men. They all sounded different. You thought that they were from different places, but you couldn’t identify where they were from because you were never educated about the world around you. Most of them looked like they were wearing military uniforms. The others looked like they were wearing casual clothing. The
Hetalia x Abused! Reader Chapter OneEngland’s POV:
I was walking through an ally using it as a short-cut to get to the meeting place, it being held in America this month. It was abandoned and disgusting there, but it was the fastest way and I was already late. The perfect scones don’t take ten minutes to bake, you know. It was getting late, shadows were growing from every angle and the street lights in the distance were starting to turn on. I was walking past a huge pile of trash (gross!) when I heard a soft moan. I looked around, not seeing anybody, and started to walk again. But before I could take even three steps, I heard another, more painful moan.
“Hey.” A mysterious voice said. It sounded like a young girl voice. I looked at the direction I heard the voice from, and I could barely make out a human shape. It was a girl, lying on the trash pile.
“Kill me.” She said.
“What?” I asked, astonished a little girl would say that.
“Kill me. I can’t move. I’m