So, I Got Hit on by a Drunken Scotsman...

Konbanwa!  So, I just got back from the last of the three graduation parties I was invited to today and I am SO TIRED!  I wasn't going to post about it, but I'm so exhausted that this seems funny: the first party was at church and we all tried to pretend everyone else wasn't there, the second party was full of people who don't like me and the girl who invited me didn't say a word to me the whole time we were there, and at the third party all of the adults were drunk.  Generally, I can't stand being around drunk people, but it was kind of funny watching these adults because the girl who invited me to that party is in a rock band, so they were all playing their instruments and the drunk adults were getting up and singing.  It was hysterical!  They also made me go up and perform, which was interesting, but it wasn't as nerve-wracking as I thought it would be since they were so drunk I don't think they knew what was going on.  I also got hit on by an extremely inebriated Scotsman, so I guess I can cross that off my bucket list :P  I don't know how to feel about that, actually.  On one hand, it's annoying and embarrassing to be flirted with, especially if you don't know the guy at all (and in this case, if he's probably at least five years older than you...), but on the other hand it's kind of nice because you kind of feel like "yay, maybe I'm not single because I'm undesirable or anything."  I don't know.  It's been a long time since I've been flirted with (like, almost a year and a half--essentially since I broke up with the last guy I dated), so I'm leaning more toward the uncomfortable side, but I'm also a little happy to know that guys don't think I'm unattractive or anything, I guess.  I guess it's just because it's been so long and guys used to hit on me all the time when I was younger.  Well, that and I've been a little worried my personality is scaring people--not just guys--away.  I don't do well with expressing my emotions and I'm painfully shy, so I end up acting a little too macho sometimes.  Either way, I feel a little more confident somehow, so I'm just going to run with it.
Anyway, I'm going to bed now.  I'm completely wiped out.  Still working on the story updates, but graduation is Tuesday night, so hopefully I'll be able to really get on it after that.  Goodnight!


- Turtle-chan

My Current Mood is Alice Cooper: School's Out!

Konbanwa!  Turtle-chan has two big announcements!  The first announcement is that today was Turtle-chan's last day of high school, so hopefully she will be able to post more regularly.  Gomen!
The second announcement is that Turtle-chan finally broke down and made a Quotev account.  *sigh*  I knew it would happen eventually...  Well, anyway, I am working on transferring some of my better pieces of writing over to Quotev, although I'm going to keep putting them on the blog first.  Quotev will have the nicer, edited versions of the stories and the blog will have the originals!  If you want to check out the edited versions and maybe give me some feedback so I can improve my writing, my Quotev username is Mellon Collie.  So far, I've only posted the first chapter of my Germany x Reader story which I FINALLY thought of a name for.  It's on Quotev as "Zuviel Liebe: Germany x Reader."  Yes, if you're familiar with Oomph! that is a reference to their song "Zuviel Liebe Kann Dich Töten".  They're my German muse, apparently...
That's all I have time for right now, but I'm working on a couple of stories still and I'm also transferring everything over to Quotev which doesn't allow me to copy and paste from Word like the blog does, so please bear with me and thanks for reading my stuff!  I'll catch you reader-sans later!


- Turtle-chan

Germany x Reader: Nightmare

Konichiwa!  I'm so sorry I haven't posted in ages, but basically all I've been doing since I last posted is preparing for and taking AP exams... (._.')  Yeah, not fun...  But my last one is Wednesday and after that I no longer have to deal with high school except for attending graduation practice and the actual ceremony.  So, three more days of school!  Huzzah!  I'm almost done!
Anyway, I've had a lot going on and my writer's block still won't go away, but I managed to write this short, pathetic little addition to the Germany x Reader story.  It's more for transition into the next part of the story than anything, so sorry that it's boring...  I'll try to start posting more regularly again once exams are over with.  Gomenasai!
Catch you guys later, I guess.  I need to get some sleep!


- Turtle-chan

Where am I?  This place…  It’s familiar, but you can’t quite put your finger on where you are.  You slowly stand up and walk to the door, trying to open it, but it’s locked.  You jiggle the handle, throwing your weight against the door, but it doesn’t budge.  Okay, this is weird.

                You hear male voices coming from somewhere outside your door and you start pounding on the wood, hoping to catch someone’s attention.  “Could somebody let me out?  I’m locked in here!” you call out.

                You hear heavy footsteps approach the door slowly and dread begins to grow in the pit of your stomach.  The door creaks open a few inches and you look out through the crack.  “I am afraid I cannot be doing that, da?” a familiar voice says.

                As your eyes adjust to the light, you let out a shrill scream and stagger backward into the room.  A horrifying parody of Russia stands outside the door, glowering at you with bright crimson eyes only slightly obscured by reddish-brown hair.  There is an almost tangible cloud of darkness around him, much more frightening than Russia’s dark aura.  With a chuckle, the door swings shut once more.

                “Hey!  Vhat is wrong?” you hear through the screaming as you’re shaken awake.

                Trembling, you blink your eyes several times until a face comes into focus above you.  Germany looks down at you tiredly and with concern.  You let out a shuddering breath and leap forward, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his broad chest.  “Oh man…” you sob.  “It was all a dream…”

                Germany strokes your hair soothingly, letting you get all the emotions out before questioning you.  “Nightmares?” he asks gently.  You nod.  “I sought so.  You vere skreamink in your schleep.”

                “I’m sorry,” you murmur.  “It was terrifying.”

                “Es ist fine.  Do you vant to talk about it?” he asks.

                “There isn’t much to talk about.  I was locked in a room and I heard people outside, so I called for help and when I did, the door opened a little and a guy who sounded like Russia said he couldn’t let me out, but then I looked at his face…  It wasn’t Russia.  It couldn’t have been.  He had dark hair and eyes the color of blood and this dark aura…  I thought I was going to die.  It was too vivid, too real,” you tell him, reliving it all as you do so.

                As you talk, you feel Germany stiffen, particularly when you describe the man that was and was not Russia.  “I see,” he says grimly.  “Tell me if you haf more of zese nightmares.”

                “Okay…” you respond, not sure why your nightmares would have any significance.

                “Gut.  Are you alright now?  You shoult get some schleep,” Germany says, pulling away from you a bit so he can see your face.

                You nod.  “I’m fine.  Sorry to wake you up,” you tell him, offering an apologetic smile as you lie back down on the bed.

                “Do not vorry about it.  I vas not schleepink anyvay,” Germany responds, stroking a stray hair away from your face.  Even in the semi-darkness you can see the dark circles under his eyes.  He’s been sleeping less and less lately and working more and more.  You’re worried about him, but you also don’t want to push him too far about it.  He’s been… off lately.  You aren’t really sure what’s different, but there’s something out of the ordinary.  All of the guys have seemed a little weird, but Germany in particular is worrying you.

                “Liebe, don’t forget your health is every bit as important as your work,” you tell him, your brow wrinkling with concern.

                “I am fine,” he responds, blowing it off.  “I vill go to bed soon.  Now, klose your eyes unt rest.” 

He leans over you and starts to pull your blankets back up to cover you, but you reach a hand out and touch his face.  You plant a warm kiss on his cheek before lying back down and covering yourself up.  “Goodnight, Germany,” you tell him teasingly.

“G-gootnight,” Germany responds, a little flustered as he usually is when you do something affectionate when he’s not expecting it.

You giggle softly to yourself as he walks out of the room and closes the door.  You wait until you hear his door shut down the hall before breathing a sigh of relief and allowing yourself to drift off to sleep again.