Lonely No MoreI've been here for as long as I can remember. I've always been 'alive' since 'father' made me. I was so happy when he did, but...that happiness didn't last long.
'Father' eventually passed away. I felt so alone, I didn't have anyone anymore. Anyone from the outside world.
But 'father' made sure I wouldn't be alone. He had us, all of his creations, his 'children' set up into some place. A place that people called an art gallery.
There were so many people! All admiring 'father''s 'children'! All of them!
I wasn't put up with the others. I wonder why? I always heard them whispering something about me being to life like. But thats why 'father' made me! He wanted me to look real! He wanted me to be real!
They just didn't understand.
So they left me in the basement, away from the eyes of others.
But I found a way to look through and see the whole art gallery! I bet they never thought I could do something like that!
At first, the art gallery was empty, but soon, peopl
Personalities Spamano/AmeCanPeople with personalities classified as tsundere, are rather, difficult to deal with. They mean well, but have a hard time communicating how they feel properly. One such can, I mean, person, is Lovino Vargas, also known as Southern Italy. His curses made even the most seasoned sailor blush like a school girl, his angry frown almost a permanent attachment. Not having the energy, or care for such a person, South Italy had no friends, save for Spain, his brother, and Canada. Now, for the first time in his immortal life, Lovino had a problem, one that could not be dealt with by the mafia. No, this was a matter of the heart. South Italy had fallen head over heels for Spain, and he had no idea what to do. His whole life, he had treated the man horrendously, and yet the Spaniard never fought him, taking his insults in stride. This tore Lovino apart every time he dwell on the subject, which was the reason said Italian was currently at his only friend’s house.
Saved by a killerJeff had been siting at a table at a local bar. He had drunk a couple of shots to get his mind off things. He was watching some girls pole dance in front of him. After a while he herd a angry female voice. He looked over to see a young woman no older than he was. She was about an inch or two shorter than him with radiant skin. She had long black hair that came to her waist and a beautiful face.
She was yelling at what seemed like one of her friends. He stumbled around moaning and groaning her name. Jeff stayed quiet and listened to the two bicker. "Jennaa" he groaned. She seemed annoyed by him. She yelled at him "im not carrying your ass out of here! Get up or im leaving you!" The man stumbled to his feet. They both walked out of the place as Jeff watched them leave.
Jeff thought it over for a minute. He then took the last drink of his whiskey and left a tip for the women who waited on him. Jeff walked out of the bar and into the lonely streets. He then soon caught up with the woman an