((Author's Note: This was originally a Fem!England/Norway oneshot, but I started taking an interest in the vampiric trickster known as Romania so I created something called the Magic Triangle. Thus this was born. It's weird, I get good ideas at school.))
On a more-or-less chilly afternoon in London, the Magic Club was causing trouble once again, all huddled up in some faraway dungeon.
“Ahahahahahaha!” said Alice, slamming a spellbook onto the table. “I, the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, have finally learned an ultra-advanced spell!”
“Oh God,” deadpanned Lukas, a.k.a Norway.
“You, shut your mouth,” she retorted, pointing at him. “I have come across the best thing: an actual time travel spell!” Her green eyes were sparkling.
“REALLY?!” Vladimir, also known as Romania, exclaimed. “Heck yeah! We can go into the time before Denmark pranked us in 1954!”
“We said we’d never speak of that again.”
“Hey, it’s not MY fault Godzilla stepped on your car…”
“Enough,” Alice interrupted, giving Vladimir a gentle bonk on the head with her wand. “We’re not going to 1954 just to steal Denmark’s axe.”
“Can we go to the Undefined Fantastic Object incident again, then?” Vladimir prompted, looking hopefully.
England and Norway gave him “ಠ_ಠ” stares. “NO.”
“Aww…”
“Let’s just go to next year,” said Lukas, being logical. “It’s much easier and less damaging to go into the future.”
“Good point,” Alice agreed, rubbing the back of her head. “Well then, let us begin!” She picked up the spellbook and raised her wand, her black cape fluttering as the magic circle began to glow. She whispered the spell confidently, determination written all over her face.
Lukas and Vladimir watched her do this with a degree of awe and amusement. The truth was, they had always found Alice entertaining and cute, especially when she became ridiculously overconfident.
The room began to fill with white as the spell was completed. And then…
…
…
…
...Nothing happened.
Vladimir fell off his chair in laughter while Lukas facepalmed. Alice stood there, frozen, her face getting redder and redder by the second.
“Stop laughing at me!!” Alice roared, waving her arms in her fit. “Let me try again!” She redid the spell, but still nothing happened. She recited the spell about 15 more times, wondering why on earth it wasn’t working.
Vladimir and Lukas watched her struggle, smiling softly to themselves. She’s so cute when she’s being dorky.
“Why isn’t it working…?!” Alice choked, defeated.
Vladimir walked up behind her and patted her shoulder. “Oh, my dear,” he cooed, “We both know that time is a very strong force. It’s perfectly fine if you can’t hack it.”
Vladimir’s face, meet Alice’s elbow. “Shut up, you git.”
Lukas gave a slight smirk. “Usual business, eh, Alice?”
Alice gave him a blushy glare and turned away stubbornly. “Whatever. Let’s just work on that stupid pumpkin potion.”
“OK, Allie!”
“Don’t call me that!”
“You let Alfred call you that.”
“THAT’S DIFFERENT!”
“Whatever you say, Allie!”
“You’re all gits.”
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Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Caramel Toffee, a AmeBel fanshort by Mocha-san
((Author's Note: A little America/Belarus I wrote when randomly writing things one afternoon.))
Belarus ran a hand through her platinum hair, waiting more-or-less patiently on the street corner.
You see, while Belarus lazed around her house, planning ways to chase her brother Russia, America had randomly come over and asked her out on an ice cream date. At first, she just scowled and slammed the door in his face. In the end, though, she ended up calling to apologize and agree to the ice cream invitation.
She sighed. She had no idea what possessed her into actually wanting to come here with him, but yet, here she was.
"Bells!"
Belarus turned and saw the hyper American run down the street, waving. "Hey, Bells! Glad you came!"
"Don't call me "Bells"," Belarus warned bitterly. "Where is this ice cream you told me about?"
America laughed. “Step over here, my lady.” He gestured for her to follow him, which she did.
America led her from the street corner to the little green park nearby, where they found an ice cream vendor near the benches.
“What flavor do you want?” asked America, pointing the small list of flavors next to the vendor.
Belarus glanced at the list, not even hesitating to answer. “Vanilla.”
“Vanilla?!” America exclaimed. “Don’t you want to be more adventurous? Like look at this flavor! Raspberry fudge! Don’t you want to be a little different this time?”
Belarus scowled. “I asked for vanilla. I don’t wish to be fat like you.”
America flinched slightly. “Geez, don’t hurt me, Bells. Fine, vanilla it is.” He turned to the vendor and ordered the ice cream, while Belarus found a bench to sit on. America received the ice cream, paid, and then went to sit down next to her. He handed her the treat. “There ya go!”
“Thank you,” she said simply, taking it. She looked at it for a minute before starting to lick.
America was digging deep into his ice cream, a golden-brown flavor with swirls of what seemed to be caramel. Belarus stared at it, wondering what the flavor he got was.
“What did you get?” she asked after a while.
“Hmm?” America looked up, ice cream covering his mouth. He wiped it off and smiled. “Oh, the flavor? Caramel toffee!”
“Toffee…?” Belarus pondered on it a small bit. She had had toffee before--it was one of the candies she actually really liked.
“Yeah!” He held out the cone. “Wanna try some?”
She gazed at it, an eyebrow raised. After a minute, she sighed and took a bite from the ice cream.
She licked her lips, and grimaced. “Bleh.”
“Aw, well,” said America, not fazed by her reaction in the slightest. “Can’t like everything.”
Belarus rolled her eyes.
A few days later, America decided to go and see Belarus again and bring her to a movie he thought she’d like. He knocked on the door, already eager to see her. “Hey, Bells! Wanna see a movie with me? It’s awesome, i really think you’d like it!”
Belarus opened the door, looking deadpan. “I can’t see a movie, I’m about to head out again and shop.”
“Ah…” America sweatdropped. “Maybe later, then?”
“Whatever,” said Belarus, waving a hand dismissively. “If you’re so eager to please me today, then go and put away the groceries on the counter for me. I’ll back back in a while.” With that, she pushed past him and walked down the street.
America chuckled. “Alrighty, Bells.” He went into the kitchen and looked at the small pile of groceries on the counter. He shrugged, dove into the bags and began to put all the cold foods into the fridge. He reached into another bag to get the freezer items when he noticed what exactly was in the bag.
Two tubs of caramel toffee ice cream.
Belarus ran a hand through her platinum hair, waiting more-or-less patiently on the street corner.
You see, while Belarus lazed around her house, planning ways to chase her brother Russia, America had randomly come over and asked her out on an ice cream date. At first, she just scowled and slammed the door in his face. In the end, though, she ended up calling to apologize and agree to the ice cream invitation.
She sighed. She had no idea what possessed her into actually wanting to come here with him, but yet, here she was.
"Bells!"
Belarus turned and saw the hyper American run down the street, waving. "Hey, Bells! Glad you came!"
"Don't call me "Bells"," Belarus warned bitterly. "Where is this ice cream you told me about?"
America laughed. “Step over here, my lady.” He gestured for her to follow him, which she did.
America led her from the street corner to the little green park nearby, where they found an ice cream vendor near the benches.
“What flavor do you want?” asked America, pointing the small list of flavors next to the vendor.
Belarus glanced at the list, not even hesitating to answer. “Vanilla.”
“Vanilla?!” America exclaimed. “Don’t you want to be more adventurous? Like look at this flavor! Raspberry fudge! Don’t you want to be a little different this time?”
Belarus scowled. “I asked for vanilla. I don’t wish to be fat like you.”
America flinched slightly. “Geez, don’t hurt me, Bells. Fine, vanilla it is.” He turned to the vendor and ordered the ice cream, while Belarus found a bench to sit on. America received the ice cream, paid, and then went to sit down next to her. He handed her the treat. “There ya go!”
“Thank you,” she said simply, taking it. She looked at it for a minute before starting to lick.
America was digging deep into his ice cream, a golden-brown flavor with swirls of what seemed to be caramel. Belarus stared at it, wondering what the flavor he got was.
“What did you get?” she asked after a while.
“Hmm?” America looked up, ice cream covering his mouth. He wiped it off and smiled. “Oh, the flavor? Caramel toffee!”
“Toffee…?” Belarus pondered on it a small bit. She had had toffee before--it was one of the candies she actually really liked.
“Yeah!” He held out the cone. “Wanna try some?”
She gazed at it, an eyebrow raised. After a minute, she sighed and took a bite from the ice cream.
She licked her lips, and grimaced. “Bleh.”
“Aw, well,” said America, not fazed by her reaction in the slightest. “Can’t like everything.”
Belarus rolled her eyes.
Hetalia!
A few days later, America decided to go and see Belarus again and bring her to a movie he thought she’d like. He knocked on the door, already eager to see her. “Hey, Bells! Wanna see a movie with me? It’s awesome, i really think you’d like it!”
Belarus opened the door, looking deadpan. “I can’t see a movie, I’m about to head out again and shop.”
“Ah…” America sweatdropped. “Maybe later, then?”
“Whatever,” said Belarus, waving a hand dismissively. “If you’re so eager to please me today, then go and put away the groceries on the counter for me. I’ll back back in a while.” With that, she pushed past him and walked down the street.
America chuckled. “Alrighty, Bells.” He went into the kitchen and looked at the small pile of groceries on the counter. He shrugged, dove into the bags and began to put all the cold foods into the fridge. He reached into another bag to get the freezer items when he noticed what exactly was in the bag.
Two tubs of caramel toffee ice cream.
Sweaters, a PruHun fanshort by Mocha-san
((Author's Note: A little PruHun oneshot I had made out of pure urge to write some shipfic and lamenting over the utter tragedy behind Prussia and Hungary's relationship (if it is true that Prussia actually had a crush on Hungary, especially after years of being best friends, wouldn't her marriage to Austria hurt?). So, yeah? Enjoy.))
"Pick up! Pick up!" Hungary almost shouted at her cell phone, waiting for Ukraine to answer. She held it to her ear, listening to the dial tone.
Privet! You've contacted Ukraine. I...I can't really answer right now, but...
Hungary ended the call and stomped her foot angrily. She hadn't had a lot of luck today; she had to cancel a get-together with Liechtenstein because of a stupid government meeting, got some news of economy cuts, missed her bus back to her home and now it was raining (she didn't bring a raincoat or an umbrella either). And not just any raining—raining hard.
She sighed deeply and stuffed her phone back into her pocket. Great—now she had no ride home.
She stood there for a while, letting the raindrops soak her skin as they threw themselves down from the grey clouds above. It was dark and gloomy today. Oh, if only she could at least chat with Liechtenstein, or Taiwan, or even Austria...
"HEY~!"
Hungary's back straightened at the call. She knew that voice.
"Hey, Hungary! It's the awesome me!"
Hungary gave him a look. "What do you want, Prussia?"
"West is doing a bunch of boring business things so I decided to come and see my awesome little childhood friend!" said Prussia, grinning. Then, he noticed the disdain on her face. "Uh...what's going on with you?"
"I'm having a bad day," she said, putting her hands in her pockets. "As you can probably tell."
He could tell, but it just wasn't his style to just address the situation like that. "Uh...also, why are you randomly standing here in the rain? Without a coat or an umbrella or a poncho or whatever?"
"I was attending a meeting," Hungary grumbled. "It was perfect this morning so I didn't bother to grab a coat. I missed my bus and now I have to stand here until the next one comes along."
Prussia was silent for a minute. "Well...that's kind of unawesome..."
"You think?"
Prussia was quiet again, twirling the umbrella in his hands.
Hungary sighed. "You don't have to stay here with me, if that's what you're thinking."
Prussia looked like he was ready to counter that sentence, but he didn't say a word in the end.
Cue awkward silence.
Prussia was so deep in his train of thought he almost didn't detect the small sound of Hungary's teeth chattering. "You cold?"
"..." She didn't answer, but she did rub her arms a little. He took it as a yes.
He looked at his sweater—zip-open, snow white, with his flag's emblem on the right breast. He looked up at Hungary, who was standing there, glaring at the street as she shivered.
He shrugged off his sweater and held it out to her. "Here."
Hungary stared at the sweater, then at him. "Uh..."
"You put it on," said Prussia, a slight bit of humor in his voice.
Hungary raised an eyebrow, but took the sweater, putting it on quickly. She sighed in relief—from Prussia being in it, the sweater was nice and warm inside.
"Check it out," said Prussia, lightening up, "It even comes with this awesome hood!" He took the white hood and put it over her head, watching her give him slightly annoyed looks. "There! Now the rain can't bug you!"
Hungary savored the warm feeling of the sweater before giving him a smile. "You're very funny," she said pointedly. She laughed. "But thank you anyway."
"No prob," Prussia said, back to grinning.
As if on cue, Hungary spotted the bus home coming up the street. "Ah! Here's my bus." She began to take off the sweater. "Thank you, Pru—"
"No! Keep it!" Hungary looked up at Prussia, surprised by his sudden insistence. "I mean, I could always get a new one, you know. Plus, it'll keep you warm until you get home and get your own jacket. Just keep it."
Hungary's eyes were wide. "Um...why are you being so nice all of a sudden?"
"Because I really like..." Shut up, Prussia. "I mean, I didn't want you to get soaked getting to your house. That's really not awesome." Good, he covered.
Hungary gave him a strange look, but didn't have time to dwell on it; the bus was there. She nodded quietly, and smiled. "Thank you," she said softly, and boarded the bus, leaving him under the umbrella as the bus drove away.
He sighed lightly, and turned around, intending to go back home. Stay dry, Hungary.
"Pick up! Pick up!" Hungary almost shouted at her cell phone, waiting for Ukraine to answer. She held it to her ear, listening to the dial tone.
Privet! You've contacted Ukraine. I...I can't really answer right now, but...
Hungary ended the call and stomped her foot angrily. She hadn't had a lot of luck today; she had to cancel a get-together with Liechtenstein because of a stupid government meeting, got some news of economy cuts, missed her bus back to her home and now it was raining (she didn't bring a raincoat or an umbrella either). And not just any raining—raining hard.
She sighed deeply and stuffed her phone back into her pocket. Great—now she had no ride home.
She stood there for a while, letting the raindrops soak her skin as they threw themselves down from the grey clouds above. It was dark and gloomy today. Oh, if only she could at least chat with Liechtenstein, or Taiwan, or even Austria...
"HEY~!"
Hungary's back straightened at the call. She knew that voice.
"Hey, Hungary! It's the awesome me!"
Hungary gave him a look. "What do you want, Prussia?"
"West is doing a bunch of boring business things so I decided to come and see my awesome little childhood friend!" said Prussia, grinning. Then, he noticed the disdain on her face. "Uh...what's going on with you?"
"I'm having a bad day," she said, putting her hands in her pockets. "As you can probably tell."
He could tell, but it just wasn't his style to just address the situation like that. "Uh...also, why are you randomly standing here in the rain? Without a coat or an umbrella or a poncho or whatever?"
"I was attending a meeting," Hungary grumbled. "It was perfect this morning so I didn't bother to grab a coat. I missed my bus and now I have to stand here until the next one comes along."
Prussia was silent for a minute. "Well...that's kind of unawesome..."
"You think?"
Prussia was quiet again, twirling the umbrella in his hands.
Hungary sighed. "You don't have to stay here with me, if that's what you're thinking."
Prussia looked like he was ready to counter that sentence, but he didn't say a word in the end.
Cue awkward silence.
Prussia was so deep in his train of thought he almost didn't detect the small sound of Hungary's teeth chattering. "You cold?"
"..." She didn't answer, but she did rub her arms a little. He took it as a yes.
He looked at his sweater—zip-open, snow white, with his flag's emblem on the right breast. He looked up at Hungary, who was standing there, glaring at the street as she shivered.
He shrugged off his sweater and held it out to her. "Here."
Hungary stared at the sweater, then at him. "Uh..."
"You put it on," said Prussia, a slight bit of humor in his voice.
Hungary raised an eyebrow, but took the sweater, putting it on quickly. She sighed in relief—from Prussia being in it, the sweater was nice and warm inside.
"Check it out," said Prussia, lightening up, "It even comes with this awesome hood!" He took the white hood and put it over her head, watching her give him slightly annoyed looks. "There! Now the rain can't bug you!"
Hungary savored the warm feeling of the sweater before giving him a smile. "You're very funny," she said pointedly. She laughed. "But thank you anyway."
"No prob," Prussia said, back to grinning.
As if on cue, Hungary spotted the bus home coming up the street. "Ah! Here's my bus." She began to take off the sweater. "Thank you, Pru—"
"No! Keep it!" Hungary looked up at Prussia, surprised by his sudden insistence. "I mean, I could always get a new one, you know. Plus, it'll keep you warm until you get home and get your own jacket. Just keep it."
Hungary's eyes were wide. "Um...why are you being so nice all of a sudden?"
"Because I really like..." Shut up, Prussia. "I mean, I didn't want you to get soaked getting to your house. That's really not awesome." Good, he covered.
Hungary gave him a strange look, but didn't have time to dwell on it; the bus was there. She nodded quietly, and smiled. "Thank you," she said softly, and boarded the bus, leaving him under the umbrella as the bus drove away.
He sighed lightly, and turned around, intending to go back home. Stay dry, Hungary.
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Faded August, a poem by Mocha-san
((Author's Note: Presenting poem #2. Now I can get back to writing adorable HibiMomo and Fluttercord oneshots since I feel better.))
August summer
Wind blowing in the trees
I'm alone in my room
bored
as usual, of course
Summer's end…
"It'll be here soon…"
I think
as I watch the orange sunlight
disappear
I don't feel sad
but I'm not happy either
I wonder what they call that
Those kinds of emotions
Are they good?
I only have the silence
in this
faded August afternoon
August summer
Wind blowing in the trees
I'm alone in my room
bored
as usual, of course
Summer's end…
"It'll be here soon…"
I think
as I watch the orange sunlight
disappear
I don't feel sad
but I'm not happy either
I wonder what they call that
Those kinds of emotions
Are they good?
I only have the silence
in this
faded August afternoon
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Dodgeball, a fanshort by Mocha-san
((Author's Note: A small short featuring my original character Fern Midori (a hotblooded Tsundere that has a crush on Sonic) and Sonic (human design by me). They're always arguing with each other so I thought i'd put up this little writing doodle.))
There were many things the members of Team World Adventure rivaled each other on. Sonic rivaled Ryn on Chaos power. Fern rivaled Sonic on most everyday things. Milkshake rivaled Buttermilk on cooking. Milkshake rivaled Ryn on magic. Usually, these rivalries were subtle, not something to worry about. It was often Sonic and Fern who made rivalry end in people's heads getting stuffed into flowerpots and such. You get the idea.
Today, it seemed another rivalry had come up between the redheaded islander and the blue speedster.
Dodgeball.
Sonic and Fern stood at other sides of the court, emerald eyes trained on lime. Fern glared at him with such intensity Sonic chuckled at the iciness of it. The red ball was tucked under the redhead's arm, her hand on her hip.
"Are you ready?"
"If you are."
Fern raised the dodgeball, staring deep into the emeralds across the court. "Well, then! Prepare to meet the Ultra Mega Deluxe Dodgeball of Destruction!" Throwing all her weight into the ball, she pitched the dodgeball with a surge of energy.
Sonic, however, lived in a world where velocity basically meant nothing. He watched the ball advance towards his face, a brow raised and eyes half-lidded. Then, with a quick slide of his left foot he sashayed to the right, and the ball raced right past his head. The ball bounced roughly off the back wall and retreated, now heading straight for the girl at the opposite end of the court.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO---"
SMACK.
The ball hit Fern's head with absolute precision and sent her careening into the concrete below. The ball bounced twice and laid still, innocent of any offense.
Sonic grinned and walked towards Fern, who now had an angry red mark on her forehead. "You were saying?"
"You know what? Shuddup."
Sonic laughed. "Okay, we can play something else."
There were many things the members of Team World Adventure rivaled each other on. Sonic rivaled Ryn on Chaos power. Fern rivaled Sonic on most everyday things. Milkshake rivaled Buttermilk on cooking. Milkshake rivaled Ryn on magic. Usually, these rivalries were subtle, not something to worry about. It was often Sonic and Fern who made rivalry end in people's heads getting stuffed into flowerpots and such. You get the idea.
Today, it seemed another rivalry had come up between the redheaded islander and the blue speedster.
Dodgeball.
Sonic and Fern stood at other sides of the court, emerald eyes trained on lime. Fern glared at him with such intensity Sonic chuckled at the iciness of it. The red ball was tucked under the redhead's arm, her hand on her hip.
"Are you ready?"
"If you are."
Fern raised the dodgeball, staring deep into the emeralds across the court. "Well, then! Prepare to meet the Ultra Mega Deluxe Dodgeball of Destruction!" Throwing all her weight into the ball, she pitched the dodgeball with a surge of energy.
Sonic, however, lived in a world where velocity basically meant nothing. He watched the ball advance towards his face, a brow raised and eyes half-lidded. Then, with a quick slide of his left foot he sashayed to the right, and the ball raced right past his head. The ball bounced roughly off the back wall and retreated, now heading straight for the girl at the opposite end of the court.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO---"
SMACK.
The ball hit Fern's head with absolute precision and sent her careening into the concrete below. The ball bounced twice and laid still, innocent of any offense.
Sonic grinned and walked towards Fern, who now had an angry red mark on her forehead. "You were saying?"
"You know what? Shuddup."
Sonic laughed. "Okay, we can play something else."
Music, a KeroNatsu fanshort by Mocha-san
((Author's Notes: A short for KeroNatsu. Not to be taken seriously.)
"Natsumi-dono! Natsumi-dono!"
Natsumi Hinata looked up from the dinner she was making to see Keroro running up with a bunch of CDs in hand. "What's up, stupid frog?" she asked.
"I thought I could put on a CD for us to listen to while making dinner!" Keroro explained excitedly.
"Hmm," said Natsumi, "OK. The boom box is over there." She pointed to the gray boom box sitting on the counter.
Keroro put the CDs down and found a stool. He propped up the stool so he could climb onto the counter and took out a CD and opened the case. "Let's listen to some Techno music. It'll help us work faster."
"Um, no?" Natsumi said. "Play some jazz. It's softer."
Keroro looked indignant. "Techno can be soft too!"
"No it can't," said Natsumi. "Come on. Jazz music."
"No! I like techno!"
Natsumi turned, getting into his face.
"Jazz."
"Techno."
"Jazz!"
"Techno!"
"JAZZ!"
"TECHNO!"
Chu.
Natsumi had leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. Keroro's entire face went red.
"GERO!"
Natsumi smirked. "Now what do you want to listen to?"
"J-jazz," Keroro stammered.
Natsumi laughed. "That's what I thought."
"Natsumi-dono! Natsumi-dono!"
Natsumi Hinata looked up from the dinner she was making to see Keroro running up with a bunch of CDs in hand. "What's up, stupid frog?" she asked.
"I thought I could put on a CD for us to listen to while making dinner!" Keroro explained excitedly.
"Hmm," said Natsumi, "OK. The boom box is over there." She pointed to the gray boom box sitting on the counter.
Keroro put the CDs down and found a stool. He propped up the stool so he could climb onto the counter and took out a CD and opened the case. "Let's listen to some Techno music. It'll help us work faster."
"Um, no?" Natsumi said. "Play some jazz. It's softer."
Keroro looked indignant. "Techno can be soft too!"
"No it can't," said Natsumi. "Come on. Jazz music."
"No! I like techno!"
Natsumi turned, getting into his face.
"Jazz."
"Techno."
"Jazz!"
"Techno!"
"JAZZ!"
"TECHNO!"
Chu.
Natsumi had leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. Keroro's entire face went red.
"GERO!"
Natsumi smirked. "Now what do you want to listen to?"
"J-jazz," Keroro stammered.
Natsumi laughed. "That's what I thought."
Milkshake and Kululu, a fanshort by Mocha-san
((Author's Note: This is a short following a usual day for my original character, Milkshake Milky, and her guardians Kululu and Keroro from Keroro Gunsou. This is set in the Team World Adventure series.))
Sergeant Major Kululu sat in his lab, his eyes focused on the code he was writing. He was rather on task until he heard Milkshake walk across the room. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her carrying a stack of paper to a nearby desk. She left, then came back with a box of pencils and pens. Then she left once more, and returned carrying an eraser, White-Out and a stapler.
Even Kululu couldn't help his curiosity. "What are you up to, Milkshake?"
"I'm going to write a book!" Milkshake said brightly.
Kululu's face turned into a mischievious smile. "About what?"
"Umm…" Milkshake put on a thinking face. She had been so focused on getting stuff to write the book she forgot to think up something to write. "Uh…I'll write about marshmallows!"
Typical Milkshake. Kululu wished he foreseen her answer. "Very well, then," he said casually. "I'll go about my business and you go about yours." He was glad she was doing something constructive—besides, how much trouble could a girl make by writing a simple children's book?
********
Oh, was he wrong.
Milkshake had gone on to write a simple story of a land made of marshmallows, which she took over to Sergeant Keroro to read. Keroro enjoyed it immensely, and was about to congratulate the little girl before greed smacked him in the face. Within the span of 40 minutes, he persuaded Kululu to make a publishing machine (without telling him what for) and snuck the books into bookstores all over Adventure City. Money was running in like crazy.
Kululu felt a little bit exasperated by this development but Milkshake didn't mind in the slightest. According to her, she was glad to be able to help Keroro get more "charity money". Kululu felt some anger bubble up slightly at that statement.
However, as Kululu predicted, Milkshake all-too-happily mentioned the day's events to their allies Ryn and Sonic, who automatically stepped in to recall all the books. The pair also forced Keroro to refund every single book purchased, which made Kululu have a small laughing fit at the sergeant's expense.
In other words, it was a rather typical day in Milkshake's eyes.
Sergeant Major Kululu sat in his lab, his eyes focused on the code he was writing. He was rather on task until he heard Milkshake walk across the room. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her carrying a stack of paper to a nearby desk. She left, then came back with a box of pencils and pens. Then she left once more, and returned carrying an eraser, White-Out and a stapler.
Even Kululu couldn't help his curiosity. "What are you up to, Milkshake?"
"I'm going to write a book!" Milkshake said brightly.
Kululu's face turned into a mischievious smile. "About what?"
"Umm…" Milkshake put on a thinking face. She had been so focused on getting stuff to write the book she forgot to think up something to write. "Uh…I'll write about marshmallows!"
Typical Milkshake. Kululu wished he foreseen her answer. "Very well, then," he said casually. "I'll go about my business and you go about yours." He was glad she was doing something constructive—besides, how much trouble could a girl make by writing a simple children's book?
********
Oh, was he wrong.
Milkshake had gone on to write a simple story of a land made of marshmallows, which she took over to Sergeant Keroro to read. Keroro enjoyed it immensely, and was about to congratulate the little girl before greed smacked him in the face. Within the span of 40 minutes, he persuaded Kululu to make a publishing machine (without telling him what for) and snuck the books into bookstores all over Adventure City. Money was running in like crazy.
Kululu felt a little bit exasperated by this development but Milkshake didn't mind in the slightest. According to her, she was glad to be able to help Keroro get more "charity money". Kululu felt some anger bubble up slightly at that statement.
However, as Kululu predicted, Milkshake all-too-happily mentioned the day's events to their allies Ryn and Sonic, who automatically stepped in to recall all the books. The pair also forced Keroro to refund every single book purchased, which made Kululu have a small laughing fit at the sergeant's expense.
In other words, it was a rather typical day in Milkshake's eyes.
Tomorrow, Before the Rain, a flash fiction by Mocha-san
((Author's Note: A short flash fiction story inspired by "Ame ga Furu Mae Ni" by Millstones. Short, sweet, and thoughtful.))
Kaydence watched the sun swim overhead as she walked through the busy streets of the city. There were numerous dark clouds surrounding the yellow ball of light, but Kaydence tried to ignore them. It was hard, though—the weatherman on TV had said a light rainstorm would come today.
Umbrella in hand, Kaydence waltzed through the crowds of people walking through. Everything was normal and happy, other than the occassional darkness from the clouds passing by.
Kaydence pondered over the weather, but eventually another thought came to mind.
They say that life has storms pass through, too.
She knew what that meant. It meant that life had its hardships that you had to endure. Unfortunately, though, storms in life weren't exactly like weather storms—you knew when a weather storm was coming. The weatherman would tell you so you know you had to expect it. Life wasn't that easy.
Kaydence had been through life's storms before. Like, when she had lost that big soccer game last fall. Or when she lost touch with her friend Averill, whom she'd known since kindergarden. Or when she tried to climb that tree in the woods and broke her arm.
But she survived those storms. The "sun" would always come out eventually, wouldn't it? That's what optimism was for, right?
Kaydence could say that during those storms, she had an umbrella to keep her from getting too wet.
She was so lost in her thoughts she almost didn't notice the sky getting darker. She almost didn't notice when it started to drizzle.
Kaydence eventually snapped out of her meditation and looked at the drops falling from the sky.
She raised her umbrella, smiled and kept walking, knowing that no matter how many storms she went through, life would be sunny again.
Kaydence watched the sun swim overhead as she walked through the busy streets of the city. There were numerous dark clouds surrounding the yellow ball of light, but Kaydence tried to ignore them. It was hard, though—the weatherman on TV had said a light rainstorm would come today.
Umbrella in hand, Kaydence waltzed through the crowds of people walking through. Everything was normal and happy, other than the occassional darkness from the clouds passing by.
Kaydence pondered over the weather, but eventually another thought came to mind.
They say that life has storms pass through, too.
She knew what that meant. It meant that life had its hardships that you had to endure. Unfortunately, though, storms in life weren't exactly like weather storms—you knew when a weather storm was coming. The weatherman would tell you so you know you had to expect it. Life wasn't that easy.
Kaydence had been through life's storms before. Like, when she had lost that big soccer game last fall. Or when she lost touch with her friend Averill, whom she'd known since kindergarden. Or when she tried to climb that tree in the woods and broke her arm.
But she survived those storms. The "sun" would always come out eventually, wouldn't it? That's what optimism was for, right?
Kaydence could say that during those storms, she had an umbrella to keep her from getting too wet.
She was so lost in her thoughts she almost didn't notice the sky getting darker. She almost didn't notice when it started to drizzle.
Kaydence eventually snapped out of her meditation and looked at the drops falling from the sky.
She raised her umbrella, smiled and kept walking, knowing that no matter how many storms she went through, life would be sunny again.
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