December, 28, 2016
As the couple of years passed by, I have drifted farther apart from dbz fandom and have swam deeper into the depths of the Hetalia fandom.
I have moved to a different account: tenashis.deviantart.com/
Curiosity Ch. 2(Stein x Spirit)Warning: This chapter contains bite marks.Curiosity Ch. 2(Stein x Spirit) by vegetafan157
Curiosity (Stein x Spirit) Ch. 2
The door swung open; the sound of the door slammed against the wall and echoed through the entire classroom. The person who slammed the door open was Professor Stein; he struggled to keep his eyelids lifted as if they were carrying a pair of 30 pound mini hand weights, his face was drenched in sweat, dripping from his forehead to his jawline and his cheeks were flushed pink. All of the students to turn to the exhausted teacher as Soul visually scanned the Professor’s body. Other than his pink-blushed face, he noticed the man had a bite mark on each side of his neck. 2 hours of class have passed and it was one minute until dismissal, Professor Stein written down the last of the notes on the board as he informed “Okay class, remember to write this down.”
His voice barely audible and his tone lacked energy as the tired man sat on his chair trying to keep his head up; he felt as if he could pass o
Curiosity(Stein x Spirit) Ch. 1The chapter of this story contains: minimum swearingCuriosity(Stein x Spirit) Ch. 1 by vegetafan157
Curiosity(SteinxSpirit) Ch. 1
At the DWMA academy; 8:45 am, Black Star and Soul spent half an hour playing Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who will fight Death the kid first.
Black Star marked a line, keeping score as he pointed out “Ok Soul, we’re at 34 and the last point goes to who fights Kid first.”
Soul questioned “When one of us win, which one of us is gonna piss off the dude?” He placed his left elbow on his desk as he rested his chin on his left hand “It’s not like he has a grudge against us.”
“Not a problem. Remember when I a piece of the decoration from the school.”
The snow-colored haired teenage boy stroked his chin, putting his memories together “Yeah… I remember.”
Meanwhile, Maka, seemingly without any regard as she read her book, was in her thoughts ‘Why would those two fight Kid? They fought him before and it didn’t end well.’
I wonder... Ch. 4This chapter contains: Slight foul language, Bromance and PukingI wonder... Ch. 4 by vegetafan157
I wonder… Ch. 4
It was noon and the smell of coffee brewed into the air as the caffeinated liquid filled the glass container from the machine. America sat on a chair next to the coffee maker, waiting for England to wake up. The coffee was done brewing after the last drop. England walked in the kitchen, feeling and looking like he spent the night at a frat boy party; his eyes surrounded by two red rings. America knew England didn’t get a good night’s sleep.
He tried to keep the atmosphere in the room calm “Um… good morning.”
The hung over country said in a tired tone “Good morning.”
America stood up from his seat as he gave a salute “I made some coffee.”
In pain, England held his head and grunted “Thank you, Alfred.”
America served England’s cup before himself.
He offered “Do you want any sugar or cream, man?”
I wonder... Ch. 3Before you read any more than this: The chapter of this fan fiction contains: Alcohol abuse and historical referencesI wonder... Ch. 3 by vegetafan157
I wonder Ch. 3
America knocked on England’s front door “England! Are you there?”
There was no answer “I’m going in.”
He roughly elbowed the front door to England’s house open; to his surprise, it was already unlocked, England would never leave the door unlocked, it’s unusual to him. A strong smell had seeped up in his nose, making wrinkle in sensitivity and he knew what it was, alcohol. The smell wasn’t bad, it was just strong. The freedom nation searched around the house for him, but couldn’t. It wasn’t long until he seen a thin-boned man who had a 2/3 of Whiskey in his clenched hand, sitting in a rocking chair in a booze cellar through an open door. America knew who the intoxicated man was, it was England. America very much knows the British man’s limits when it comes to liquor.