AmuletDreamer

"*GULP* *GULP* *GULP*" Your lips, tainted with blackness, were latched onto America's neck, sucking his delicious fluids as you drained him for your own benefit. He was always offering himself to you, because he knew you couldn't resist. You had a low tolerance for food, and not just because you loved it, but because you needed more than most to survive. You were cursed by a Witch who had hatred upon your family, so you needed extra nutrients. Not to mention the blood from the type of demon America is is mouth-watering to any species.     America is a Volar Demon, an evil being in the mythical realm but powerful as it uses it's wings from w

(c/n): country name T for language World domination. That's what I've always wanted ever since I was a young nation. The world is a mess because of the countries, especially those personifications who can't even run their own meetings. Those greedy nations who thinks they can do whatever they want and don't even fix it. The world needs control, full control and I'm the only one who can do it. I know I can, but I need time. Unlike my people, I'm immortal as long as my country still stands. There will be a time where I will overpower the others and reach the top. But there's America. I need to surpass him. I am now a member of the G8. I'm still

Arthur Kirkland, one of the most famous boy in school for being the student council president. He was smart. Calm and collected. He may be kind of rude at first, but he's a really nice person when you get to know him well. And one of those who do know him well was you. His best friend. ----- "I don't see him around today," Arthur mumbled as he stood by the gates of the school. "Are you talking about Alfred?" Francis asked as he looks at the boy. "No, I'm looking for _______" Arthur exclaimed in worry,  "I haven't given him my notes from the other day." "Wait, by ________ you mean, ________ ________ right?" The other blonde asked. "