SerevineVampireQueen

First time… PLEASE READ THE ARTIST COMENT FIRST! :) The first times are always troublesome. You don't believe it? Think about it! Your first day at school, you first exam, your first time…  Is always difficult and stressful, you fell butterflies in your stomach, your hands start to shake nervously and you start to suet. If you feel like this your first time going to school, imagine what would you feel the first time you go to a world meeting. Antonio was in front of the big door that leads to the hall in which the world conference was going to be. He was shaking and about to cry… "No quiero hacer esto…" (I don't want

For his whole life, whenever people thought of him, people thought of snow. The cold winter that both protected him and trapped him had always made him isolated to the rest of the world. So when a new, young nation who was also cursed by the plight of winter, Ivan Braginski, also known as Russia, felt a bit of comfort. Sure, this new nations wasn't one he knew. He only had heard rumors that France had discovered and taken in this new nation as a colony. Yet he knew that even with some slight affection from the French nation, the child would still feel alone. And yet, as the years went by, Ivan had never spoke to him. In fact, until the two of

My Life for you A Jedediah and Octavius story I Do not own Night at the Museum Chapter 7.  "I Can't believe they live in thith methy dump." Kah said sitting in a chair in the hall of African Mammals. He had set up his base there 12 hours ago and he had made himself quite comfortable. The production of there new weapon has been completed, and all they had to do was go and kill Ahk and his little friends.  Kah looked over at the chimp that was sitting by himself in the trees were usually the capuchin would dwell during the day.  "Jackie...... what on earth are you doing over there all by yourthelf?"  Jack just looked at the prince wi

"Tony....what am I going to do?" Hawkeye, AKA Clint Barton groaned, throwing his head back on the soft cushion of the couch while the sound of ice clinking against glass could be heard as Tony brought his drink up to his lips. "You could just ask her out," Tony shrugged. "It's not that simple," Clint shot his friend a look. They were of course talking about you and Clint's undying love for you. Okay so maybe it wasn't "undying love" but that's what it sounded like to Tony. He had just been sitting on the couch, minding his own business when Clint trudged through the room, his head hanging low, and plopped down on the couch next to Tony. To