TMNT Family-The Greatest MissionAs the shock of intense pain filled her body, Karai tried to pinpoint exactly how badly it was compared to what she had been through in the past. Knife wound? No, that barely hurt. Broken arm? That was more annoying than painful.
Another pulse of pain shot through her being and Karai did everything not to cringe, but failed. She let out a strained gasp and Leonardo snapped his head to look at her, his eyes wide with shock and anxiety.
Beads of sweat lined her forehead and Karai weakly reached out, taking the mutant's hand in hers. His larger fingers wrapped around hers and she closed her eyes. In the end, the knife wounds and broken arms and the pain she had endured in the past definitely could not compare to the pain that childbirth brought.
The bed she rested in felt damp from the sweat. Her pixie cut hair was matted to her head and felt like glue against her scalp. If she could, she would run her fingers through the short do, but the pain kept her latched to both holding part of the
TMNT-NotesLeonardo felt his muscles twitch from exhaustion, his limbs screaming for a break. The apartment came into view and he smiled. Coming to the window, he slipped in and stood in the center of a living room.
He glanced down the hallway where he knew a master bedroom would be. He could imagine the sleeping form of Karai, her hair fluffed from sleeping without him while he was on patrol.
Leonardo smiled but couldn't bring himself to move. He sighed and placed his belt and weaponry onto a hanger. He frowned and sighed. This always happened to him. Every night, he'd come home and feel as though he was forgetting something. Anything.
The mutant turned and eyed the hallway, knowing that his and Karai's bed was calling to him. His eyes drooped at the thought, wanting more than ever to go to bed and sleep the rest of the night away, tucked up in his sheets and curled up to his girl.
He began to take walk towards the hallway when something yellow caught his eye. He turned and glanced at the object
Friend or Foe Chapter 4: Blood and Tears
Mikey carried Karai through the caverns of their home. She was blindfolded, but he still took extra precautions to lead her down a very confusing set of twists and turns.
When twenty minutes had passed he heard her breath a frustrated hiss. “Damn it, I have no idea where we are. Just hurry up.”
“That's exactly what someone who wanted to ambush us would say...” He answered, his voice low with suspicion.
“UGH! Look, I don't care. I just...”
She trailed off, became very quiet after that, and Mikey felt a shift in her mood. It reminded him of Raph when he got grumpy and didn't want to talk about his feelings. So he didn't press, but he did correct his course and head strait for the Lair after that.
If Leo trusted her, maybe he should too.
It took another two minutes to get to the back entrance after all that looping around, but when he finally got to the Lair Mikey moved slowly again to make sure the coast was clear. The ninja wasn't quite s
The not-so-elegant looking newly crowned Princess shuffled up to the building, with her skirts frozen stiff. She squints.
"Wandering Lars' Trading Post.." She shook off the snow from the signboard. In a more delighted note, she added, "And sauna!"
Her heels thump noisily on the wooden floorboards. Every last thoughts of poise and grace are thrown into the gutter as she hastily flew in the much warmer cottage. The wind threw in one last farewell present, and shoved the door closed on her back. Clumsily, she stumbled, and a part of her expensive dress was caught by the threshold. She mutters some of the least offensive German curses and does not realize the shopkeeper, a pipe-smoking, spiky-haired Dutchman with a scar on his forehead, looking at her.
"Welkom." He exhales a puff of smoke. Turning to the strangely out of place merchandise on the shelves behind him, he continued, "Big summer blow out. Half off swimsuits, clogs and a homemade Finnish sun balm." Lilli blinks confusedly. Finni
RussLiech: Dancing Dancing
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Just borrowing it for a while.
Russia was nearly 6 feet.
And little Liechtenstein?
No one could even ask her about her height with Switzerland constantly guarding her and pointing guns at people's faces.
All they knew was that she was pretty small.
And, well.. To see her dancing with a certain oversized man made them look a bit like a father dancing with his 3-year-old daughter.
"Care to dance, little Liechtenstein?"
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From the start, she knew something bad was going to happen. Big bruder Vash was excused by someone from their government and so, he had to leave his dear schwester alone for a while.
For a while.
Before he left, he gave a parting gift to everyone in the room.
"Anyone who touches my sister dies when I come back!"
And so, he disappeared into the night, but unfortunately a certain nation seemed to have forgotten exactly everything about the Swiss' parting gift like it never happened.
"Care to dance, little Liechtenstein?
Russia x Liechtenstein - One Last LetterThe world meeting was in full swing, America and England were fighting with France in the middle, Italy was doting on Germany, much to the anger of Romano. In the midst of all this chaos, Russia found his gazed focused on the girl setting next to Switzerland, Liechtenstein. He couldn't help it, she looked quite lovely in the summer light that seeped through the windows. She wore a Swiss uniform that complimented her dark green eyes nicely. In her short blond hair that looked quite similar to Switzerland was a tulip purple ribbon. Russia...well, Russia had fallen in love with her.
He decided to steal her away, steal her to his homeland of Russia.
"I wonder why all of the world meetings end sourly." Liechtenstein asked herself as she packed her things to leave. A knock on the door distracted her.
"Oh? Come in!" The door opened, revealing the Russian man.
"Oh! Hello Russia! What do you wa-!!" She was quickly silenced when he pressed a damp rag on her face with lightning speed. A