Hetalia Cardverse, Deck Designs
I'm currently working on remastering the last two cards, and finishing the final part of the deck with the addition of the Diamonds.
After that, I will start on the KQJA and finally the Jokers.
In reply he heard a stride of strings play in return. He looked down near the shore between Mermaid Cove and the Pirate's Bay. There he saw two boys waving from the sand. He swooped down over them and landed upon his feet. “Pretty good.”
“That was so freaking cool!” Little Pete shouted, throwing his hands in an uproar. “Just the way you handled those pirates, especially the Great Three, that was awesome!”
“Heh-he how much did you see?” Peter asked, a blush rising to his cheeks as he watched the little boy, jump around in a frenzy of happiness.
“Not a whole lot.” Pete said putting his head down.
“Aww. Well don't worry. If anything, I'm sure those Pirates are up to no good. They always are. And next time we can fight them together.” Peter reassured kneeling down towards the small boy.”
“Really?! I get to fight Pirates!” Pete returned with a bright face once again.
“Yes. But you have to obey everything I say.”
“Yes sir!” Pete stood at maximum attention.
Matthew followed along. “Do we get to explore the island?” He asked, eager to find Kuma and eager to look around.
“An explorer, eh? How good is your memory.” Peter asked with interest.
“It's not just pretty good!' Pete added. “He can remember a bajillion things that are all inside the books he reads. His memory is superb.”
Peter's face grew astounded. “How would you like to be my navigator? The Lost Boys always argue, and they all get lost over which way is which. With your help you could be the leader while I'm gone. Only I know the Island by heart.” Peter said, with bravado.
“Yep. I have LongShot right now as their leader, but he only knows bits bout the island. You're pretty smart, you look it too. Whaddya say?”
“I'll take the position.” Matthew smiled with a blush. “I'll become your navigator.”
“Great!” Peter crow called into the air joyous over having his two recruits. Two. He stopped and looked at them again. “Wasn't there someone else?” He rubbed his head.
“Yes. Our brother Arthur is missing.” Matthew said in alarm.
Peter's eyes widened. 'Arthur. The Book!' They were both missing.
“We lost him when the first cannon fired. We don't know where to look.”
“Well then we better find him fast. I need your brother, he's gotta join us.”
“Why?” Both of the younger brothers asked with curiosity.
“It's a secret. You have to wait till we get to the Burrow.”
Both of them looked at one another, then nodded. “So where do we start looking?”
Peter began pacing around on the sad in circles. Yao stood trimming his nails, then taking out his instrument and playing on a rock.“Shh.” Peter hissed. Yao stuck up his finger, and continued playing.
'If he fell in the water... then...' Peter began thinking. The other two sat crisscrossed on the small dunes. Little Pete admired the pretty shells on the shore, collecting a few to take along with him. Matthew began exploring the area. He looked at the sky then at the jungle behind them. So many different trees and plants he could name them all, he read about them in a botany book.
“Aha!” Peter ejaculated. “I know where Arthur is.” There was a wicked leer on his face as he looked behind them towards the far end of the shore. Blue stones were carved out of the descending mountain. It's base protected by the green jungle, and a tall mist.
A ringing sound filled Arthur's ears as the wind whipped through his clothing. He saw blurry figures fade into darkness, and something slip out from his hands. Feeling adrift the boy closed his eyes into a deep sleep, as he feel onto a soft cool blanket that swept over and caught him.
The sea swallowed Arthur whole, and a splendour of colours of scales began to weave through Arthur. Tiny fish of all kinds fled away from the boy, then slowly as they waited in hiding, began to return. The boy did not move. The fish did not know this being and slowly approached with curiosity. They pecked at his skin. He was not food. They trailed around to look at his fins. He had none. They pecked at his clothing. He had the strangest type of scales they'd ever known. Quickly their interest withered and they thought him a plant of some sort.Then the porpoises came through breezing by the water.
They too saw this being with curiosity and asked the fish what is was? The fish said, “It's a plant.” The porpoises laughed. Fishes were silly and stupid, not as smart as a porpoise. So they went to investigate themselves.
“Tis obviously a Merman.” They said. “With two tails.” After looking at the boy for awhile, the porpoises whistled out to the sea. A soprano replied to their call.
Arthur felt the hands of his mother take him into his arms and call out his name. He never remembered her mother having such soft slender hands.
And such a lovely singing voice she had.
“Oh my gawd! You guys will not believe what I just found!” Amelia spurred as she twirled her bright golden curls in a frenzy. The starfish that held her hair, strained to keep itself attached. Her voice echoed through the circular cove over the roaring falls, which had a small opening that led out to sea.
“Is it your brain?” Olivia sneered as she twirled her long blonde drills on top of a rock while looking into a mirror. Her disdain olive eyes sharply gazed as she applied some lip gloss with her thin finger. Some of the girls giggled at their stations. Amelia seated herself beside and put his head on her lap. She let her long slender fingers mesh with his blond hair as they all watched him stir.
“You're so mignonne [cute], Amelia. At least she didn't loose her good looks.” Marianne said, while she applied the seaweed mascara to her face.
“Shut it. You smell of whale spew.” Olivia sneered.
“At least I don't look like ze underside of a walrus.”
“Well at least I can sing soprano.”
“Yes you sound like a beautiful squeaky mouse.”
Olivia jumped from her rock, and rolled Marianne down into the water. Splashes of water swirled and foamed, and wild fins and tails scattered here and there.
“Why must those two always fight?” Yakaterina sighed in a thick slavic accent. She watched from a small pool amidst the round little cove, her head resting upon her folded arms. She then turned her attention to her small sister who had not interest in this, hence the silence. The girl with the silk pearled hair simply pulled at the many flowers she could find and fling the petals, muttering under her breath,
“He loves me, He will marry me, He does not love me,” over and over in her wishful mantra. The petals to which she had discarded throughout the entire afternoon were now scattered entirely throughout the entire cove, adding to it's extravagant beauty.
Her elder sister could not help but sigh at the sight of her younger sister so captivated by a brigand, who oddly enough understood the language they spoke.
“Guys... guys... GUYS!!” Amelia cried in a fell voice, but saw that the two were still distracted in their meddling. She sighed, holding the boy in her arms.
“FINE!” She sneered. “I guess I won't show you guys my new husband.” The sole comment, got everyones attention.
“Husband?!” Natalia hissed as she watched Amelia hold the boy in her arms. She looked at both of them in disgust, and all the same relieved she didn't have to kill Amelia for stealing her fiancee. Sneering she went away to dive, watching all the women scream out like her.
“Husband? Husband!” They huddled towards Amelia.
“There. That got ya'lls attention.” Soon she regretted doing so, as they all crazily came over to watch like cats that found traces of catnip and would not stop clawing their way towards it. Swimming quickly she retreaded the boy to the rock with ease (being the strongest mermaid among them all besides Yakaterina.)
“Show us him!” They all asked swishing their tails there and fro.
“Oh my, what wild and free features he has.” Olivia glanced as she took at look at his eyebrows. “He has my eyes.”
“He looks like...” Marianne began, “One of those Lost boys. But much taller and handsomer.” A wicked chuckle and leer appeared as she put her hands on his chest.
“I know right! He looks just about Peters age, but he's just a tad shorter.” Amelia pouted.“What strange clothes he wears.” Belle inspected as she began removing them. Soon the others joined. First the socks, then they took his buttoned shirt and turned their attention towards the strange materials wondering what they could make out of them.
Then they put them aside on a rock and turned their attention back to the boy.
“You'd think zat the eyebrows would not compliment his face.”
“You know what I wonder... turn him around!” Belle demanded.
"Why?” The others asked.Belle blushed. “You know...” She tried to think of a way to explain where she was getting at. An idea came to her head. “Ok, do you all remember the Pirate Antonio.”
They all tried hard to think. “What are you getting at?” Olivia wondered.
“Remember before the pirates knew we existed, he and his friends would bathe in our waterfalls, and...” She began toying with her hands in a language of her own. The other stared at her until, Marianne finally understood what she meant.
"Oh hon hon, ma cherie you mean if he has ze derrière!”
Belle nodded happily. “Yes!”
"You know, I've always felt curious just to touch one.” Olivia admitted sheepishly.
“Well then, what are we waiting for-- AHHH!” Amelia spluttered moving the boys head. She lost her balance and plummeted into the water. The others began to laugh outrageously, like a pack of hyenas.Suddenly they heard a noise, and fell silent, putting their hands on one another’s mouths. Amelia swayed her curls of water, and joined the others. All of them took up an edge of the rock, watching, as the boy turned from one end to the other, his skin sprinkled with beads of water. He then curled, and muttered something, all of the girls ears approached.
Arthur smelled a mesh of sweet perfumes and hair mingle in his nose. He heard the soothing gurgles and foam of the many large and small falls, some roughly bellowing themselves out to the sea, while others gracefully poured like silk. He could smell the sea, which gave him a smile. The girls giggled and continually watched.He felt something tickle him and he giggled.
“He has such a charming voice!” Belle whispered.“We should sing to him!” Amelia again spluttered out in whisper her many brilliant ideas.
“What should we sing?” Marianne asked.
“Let us hum to him a soothing lullaby.” Olivia took her role as leader, and began by humming a fair note. Yakaterina joined along harmoniously with her deep and bellowing hum.
Belle, slowly began with a la la la la, like a ticking clock.
Marianne and Amelia took their roles humming along. Then they began to sing in turns in their acapella choir.
“Sleepy longing dreamer?
How did you stray away?
How did you come a-flocking,
Into our gilded cage
Are you the sun's broad starlight?
Surely you must be
What hair you have, bold dreamer
To catch the light in me.”
Flying into a tunnel entrance hidden within the canopies the boys made there way through the tunnel. The reverberating echo of giggles and laughters were heard through the roaring falls. The Darling brothers looked to one another before, wondering where they were. Matthew took notes in his head as he remembered where they'd been through. They followed the sound of the voices, Peter and Yao leading the way.
Peter walked cautiously out of the tunnel and made his way to a mossy natural balcony where the waterfalls didn't cover their vision. As Matthew and Pete made there way out to follow, the began following the flowing green vines of life, as the twirled and swirled into the blue rock and out. Moss had grown everywhere and flowers bloomed in full colour from their hanging vines which created a variety of curtains and veils throughout the entire cove.
They all quietly creeped their heads toward the balcony, Peter watching in amusement as the girls huddled over Arthur. Matthew and Pete tried their hardest not to laugh and felt flushed seeing their brother without his clothes.
“What are they doing to him?” Pete curiously whispered in astonishment.
“I really don't know.” Peter Pan replied in return. “Maybe their going to eat him.”The boys looked at him, with widened eyes. Little Pete almost gasped aloud, but Matthew's hand caught his mouth.
Peter, bemused by this continued on. “It sometimes happens. A poor sad pirate once forgot to put on his earplugs for the night, and he ended up going out into the water. At night these girls get really hungry, so they go and eat fish. But if a sailor comes their way..., they will eat him too.”“D-d-did they know that they were eating him?” Matthew asked a little shaken up.
In a dark voice with a shadow over his eyes, Peter came close and said, “No. They never knew they ate him. And the next day the pirates only found his hat and his clothes ripped to shreds.”
The boys cowered as they watched Arthur being crooned.
“We have to save him!” Pete hissed. The two others toppled over the younger boy trying to quiet him over. As they struggled to put Pete down, the melody came into their ears. They all stopped struggling and went back to watching. A small veil hung over the colour of their eyes as they faded into glass. The three boys could not feel themselves any more. Looking into Peter Pan's blue eyes, he dreamt of himself surrounded by these beautiful women. All of them did.
Yao sputtered around, smacking his head. “These idiots!” He'd mumble, and pulled out his own zither to try to counter act the spell which was cast upon the boys, as they all began to fall asleep over the rocks. “Peter... you stupid ass!!” Yao hiss. He cracked his knuckles and sat on a growing iris. He tested out the strings, tuning and setting them into position. When the song was over, softly he played his own hoping that his magic would soon wake up the three boys.
Arthur turned, gasping as he spurted out the sea water which he swallowed whole. He curled up holding his naked side. Naked. Since when was he naked? Opening his eyes again he turned around and felt stunned, perhaps sprung.
He gazed at the girls who watched him, with smiling faces. He could hear them murmur in a language he couldn't understand. Surely he must still be dreaming. One with bright curls approached him. He backed away into the corner of the rock, like a frightened mouse. His heart beat fast, his eyes were wide, and his cheeks were flushed. They all giggled. Then they all approached again.
He swallowed. “Uh... uh. Hello?” He'd say, confused and puzzled.
In simultaneous response, they all said hello, in their native tongue.
“Well. Umm.” He tried to regain his voice and his memory. He looked down then back up at himself and closed his legs, more than embarrassed. “Girls, may I inquire as to where my clothes are?” He asked politely.
“Clothes?” They all wondered.
“What are those?” Amelia wondered.
Arthur looked around. He saw them wet and soaked in a far corner. He pointed to them. “Those things. Those are my clothes. Did you take them off for me?” He asked.
They all saw them in the corner and nodded.
“We're curious. We've never seen such clothes before.” Belle answered.
“Sleeping garments?” Again they all looked to one another, puzzled.
Arthur saw that there was not getting to the subject. He then noticed their tails. 'These are mermaids!' He finally realised. Looking at them, he apologised. “I'm sorry for asking so many questions. I don't exactly know where I am. My name is Arthur, Arthur Darling.” He said. He then held out his hand.
Now the five mermaids didn’t know why the boy held out his hand. Perhaps he wanted them to pull him in. So Marianne, who was the closest to his hand, took it.
“Marianne.” She said.
Arthur smiled and shook it. Then he realised she didn't let go, and in a sudden jerk, pulled him into the cool shallow water.
“Why didn't you just say you wanted to join us in the water?” She asked in her french accent.
Arthur began to sputter and splash. The girls all watched as he tried to swim, amused.
“I-I-I I can't swim!!” He cried out still sputtering as water once again filled his lungs.
“Zat is ridiculous!” Marianne laughed. “How can you not know how to swim?” But Arthur continued to sink once again. The girls then noted he was not teasing and reached down urgently to help him swim, putting him back on the rock.
Arthur sputtered out water.
“We're sorry!” Yakaterina apologised. “We did not know you could not swim.”
“We're very much used to swimming you see. So it is natural for us to presume you can to.” Olivia informed him. “But any one can swim. It is rather simple.” She sneered.“Is it?” He gasped, a little annoyed at her tone.
“HAHA Of course anyone can!” A fell voice shouted. The girls all turned their head, flipping their tails as a voice called out to them.
“It's Peter!” Amelia called out! Soon they all quickly forgot about Arthur, as Peter made his way down into the cove, playing upon his pipes. Arthur then remembered the events that occurred, and shook his head.
“Hey girls! How's it been going!”
“I believe, you have one of my boys hostage.” He quietly said in an enchanting voice. He twirled Amelia's hair as he said it, and flirtatiously she smiled.
"Maybe. But we found him first. Therefore he is ours.” She said.
“Oh really. Well I hate to break your little desires, but he's mine.” Peter said, as he flew over to Arthur who shivered as he stood on the rock.
“You look much better without clothes.” Peter snickered.
“Oh, you fancy the view much!” Arthur hissed, trying to hide himself as best as he could, though he knew it was pointless.
“Yes I do.” Peter said. Arthur jumped finding Peter nose to nose with him, his cheeks flushing again.
“Ahhh, don't scare me like that!”
“He-he, you weren't paying attention.” Peter jested.
“Paying attention? Where were you, while I nearly drowned?” Arthur started to get annoyed.
“I was off taking care of the Pirates!”
“And you didn't even notice I was gone?!” Arthur yelled. Matthew and Pete slowly came out of their hiding spot, and watched along with the mermaids at the fight.
Yao started to get slowly annoyed, watching Arthur shout at Peter.
“Well no! I was kinda busy taking care of the Pirates! I didn't notice. Why do you have to be so stiff Artie?”
“Don't call me Artie! It's Arthur.” Arthur rummaged around.
“Ok geez. What's your problem? I was trying to help your brothers out of danger. I'm sorry I didn't notice.”
Arthur said nothing. He felt Peter reach out for his hands. Arthur tried to pull back.
“Let me go.”
“Come on Arthur. I'm just trying to help.” Peter held his hands.
“I Said Let Me Go!” Arthur pulled. Peter annoyingly grunted.
“Fine, I'll let you go!” Peter let go, and watched as Arthur fell back again into the water and splash! Arthur plummeted again into the shallow water. Peter couldn't help but laugh as he watched Arthur struggle in the shallow water. Yao followed along, bemused that harm came to Arthur before he had to step in, the mermaids too followed along. Matthew and Pete helped Arthur stand to his feet. They once again witnessed Arthur's wrath, the same wrath which happened with his father yesterday.
“You think this is funny?” Peter stopped laughing. The girls all hid in silence.
“Ok Artie come on. You said you wanted to be let go.” Peter smartly said.
“You smart ass!” To this Yao felt a tinge of anger growing and growing, knotting in his mind. 'How dare he call him ass! Only I can call him an ass!~ aru'
“That's it. I'm heading back home.”
“No Arthur you can't go!” The two brothers cried.
“No! Artie come on I didn't mean it like that. Look we're all just trying to have fun.” Arthur still walked in the shallow water towards his soggy clothes. “Arthur please! I'm sorry alright?” Arthur put them on and Peter approached again. “Who's gonna tell stories to the Lost Boys?”
“I don't know! But that's your problem now.” Arthur tried to get away, but Peter kept getting in his way. “You can find someone else to be your storyteller, but certainly not me!” He pushed Peter out of the way, and thought of something happy in his mind. The simple thought of going home from this place.
As soon as he could, Arthur sped away into the sky, his figure lost in sight.
Matthew and Pete watched their brother fly away. They felt conflicted as to where to go. They watched as Peter watch Arthur leave.Peter couldn't help it. He wanted to apologise, to get Arthur back, anything would do.
Yao saw this and quickly stood in front of Peter. “Let him leave! If he wants to leave he should.” Yao suggested. “I know what going through your head. You're going to get Arthur back. Don't do it. He doesn't care about you.”
“I know. But I care. I care about the Lost Boys. We need our storyteller, and there is no one much like him. I have to bring him back.”
Peter ignored the growing red glow of Yao's glow.
“Hey girls, I'm sorry you had to see that. Our newest member is still a little unaccustomed to here.”
“It's ok. I actually think he's kinda cute when he's angry.” Belle said. They all said it was quite alright and much agreed that he was being quite a stiff.
“Matt, Pete, you coming?” The two boys nodded, and waved off to the Mermaids. With that the three chased behind Arthur and continued their search to bring Arthur back.
Yao stayed and watched Peter fly away. He watched with sharp eyes, his glow turning black. Peter was stupid, too stupid to realise how Yao felt. He could see Arthur with his hawk eyes.
'I despise that boy. I hate him. Peter never stops thinking about him.' Yao thought watching the boy fly in a certain direction. A wicked leer appeared on Yao's face. He began to fly in an entirely different direction, near the heart of the jungle, a jetting white trail left from his dust.
|New Fanfic Series and it'll be the only project I shall work on, besides its own artwork. |
If you like yaoi, sexy silly pirates, hot mermaids, and really sexy mermen, asian faeries, and well... lots of other crack >B3 I suggest you read this series.
“Once upon a time long, before our world began, there once existed another, where all were once ruled by a great and vast empire, under one sky and one land.”
“Two Empires, honourable and bold
In Grand Constantinople, this battle unfolds
Wretched enmity grows as one is overthrown
Revenge’s poison is swiftly loaned.
From their fathers sins, this prejudice lies
Two rivalled lovers thus unite.
Tested through trials, deceit and strife
Their rings of peace slowly bind
The broken empire their fathers once untied
But a greater price, lay underneath this peaceful enterprise
Of this blood stained land of innocent lives
She weeps in darkness
Our Goddess divine
Shall send retribution at the end of time.
The Lamb and the Lion shall be split forever more.
For the Lamb's pure blood, shall save our souls.
Now listen well, to our story unfold
Of this Juliet and this Romeo.
|Romeo And Juliet: The Hetalia Version|
*lols I willl give it it's own title eventually*
But This is the Prolouge to it. Enjoy~~~
Chapter 9: The Cottage in the Woods“Do you think he's back yet?” A timid boy began to ask. He touched the small dagger to comfort him, and gave a bellowing yawn. The boy lay down, putting his sheep pelt as a pillow and his ram helmet on the side of the forest floor.Chapter 9: The Cottage in the Woods by Sara-A-Medina
“I don't know. Peter will be back when he can, but until then ya lassies I'm in charge! So belt up and move on.” A ferocious redhead commanded. He spat out a nasty one onto the ground and moved on. A bright white and red feather hung from his hair, his hands were keenly set on the bow, keeping an eye on the skies, as if ready to strike anything that moved. Out of all the boys in the group, he was the tallest, about Matthew's height.
“I'm hungry!” Two voices shouted simultaneously. The two brothers looked at one another and laughed. “That's a good one Finn!”
“Why thank you Quinn.” The ginger boy bowed down, to the other.
“Shh, you two be quiet! Can ye not see you're the reason we haven't caught
YOUNGER VIEWERS BE WARY. SOME PAGE CONTENT IS NOT "INNOCENCE"or "IMMATURITY" PROOF. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.|
I was born in Bogota, Colombia. I was raised in the United States. A bit in Florida, a bit in Texas.
I hold no affiliation to any nation, religion, or political party. I also don't have a strong culture of my own.
I make it all my own thing.
I'm just a simple artist and scholar. An enterainter of sorts, and a growing story teller.
I like yaoi. I'm picky bout the manga/books I read and the anime/movies I watch.
And I'm always looking to listen to a good story, as I am capable of telling one.
I'm difficult to impress, but not harsh to reject.
I tend to be as witty as I am seroius.
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