Mac-and-Cheese72

Sighing, you closed the book you were reading and set it down on the table. You desperately wanted to keep reading, but seeing as it was 12:04 and you had work in the morning, you decided doing so would probably not be the best idea. You were just about to go to the bathroom to get your pajamas on when you heard a knock on the door. "Who the holy Roman Empire could that be?" You thought, walking back down the stairs and walking towards the door. "Gilbert? Francis? Antonio?" You'd asked once you'd opened the door. "Hola, chica." Toni said. "H-hey (_____)." Gilbert said, shifting a heap of something-or rather, someone- in his arms. Francis

The first riddle is why, he's sitting in his room alone, drinking a bottle of poisoned wine? "Are you joking?" The female detective-in-training asked. "He was found alone in his room- drinking a bottle of poisoned wine?" "Yes, I do believe I just said that." The male detective said, leading his apprentice up the steps to the large house. "And we have to investigate this?" "Of course, Rin. That's what we do. We investigate crimes and murders and arrest those who commit them." "Well, I can tell you right now this isn't a murder." "Oh?" "It's suicide." The detective looked his apprentice in the eye and smiled. "We'll see." He sated simp

(A/N: I'm not even going to try to do Japan's accent, cause I know I'll screw it up) "Ugh, this is pointless!" You yelled, throwing the sheet music on the ground. Normally, you didn't get angry at things like this, but after trying for two hours trying to hit the exact high note, let's just say you were a more than a little frustrated. "Please, (Name)-san, d-don't give up, you were doing fine." Kiku, your best friend, said beginning to pick up the scattered sheet music on the floor. "No, Kiku. You don't understand. If I win this singing competition, I could get a scholarship to one of the best music schools in the country, and to do that,

Germany burst into England and America's house, looking around wildly for the two idiots. Sure, maybe it wasn't the smartest idea to go back there just after they'd escaped, but it was all he had. "They've got to be around here somewhere..." He grumbled, making his way into the kitchen. After seeing that they weren't there, he returned to the hall, cursing like Italy's brother. He had to find them quickly, before Italy's condition got worse. He ran into the next room, which was decorated with an oriental rug and a small crystal chandelier, with a large table in the middle, which was covered with books and potions and all sorts of other magi

The Italian sighed as he slammed the door to his bedroom. Today's training had been especially hard, for some reason. He wished Germany wasn't so strict all the time. Maybe if he wasn't so strict, training wouldn't be so hard. "Ah, I'm so tired...." He said, sinking to the floor, "I could just fall asleep right here..." He leaned against the door and closed his eyes, which was quite silly, since his bed wasn't too far away. "Hmm... is that pasta I smell~?" He said sleepily. "ITALY!!!! GET BACK HERE!!!! THIS IS NO TIME TO SKIP OUT ON TRAINING!!!!" Italy's eyes flew open as he jumped to his feet. "Germany's back! Oh, I need to get out of he

                   You know your obsessed with Percy Jackson when...                     (I'm NOT saying I do these things) 1.You suddenly want to buy wonder bread instead of the kind of bread you usually buy. 2.Every time someone mentions the Hoover Dam, you burst out laughing. 3.Every time you see a ballpoint pen, you want to uncap it to see if it's Riptide. 4.Every night you look for Zoe Nightshade in the sky. 5.You went looking for Camp Half-Blood when you went to long island. 6.You're terrified of spiders because of Percy Jackson. 7.You named your dog Mrs.o'Leary. 8.You cried reading Mark of Athena.(or wanted to) 9.You're ter