DeclineAxis Powers Hetalia: DeclineBy Hordak's PupilAlfred"Gone," I whispered to myself as I looked at a bulletin board lined with news papers. They were all stories about how great I am or was. "Alfred Jones singlehandedly wins war," I read one headline with a heavy sigh. That was when I was in my glory; me and Arthur had managed send Ludwig and Honda packing. I was an international star and could do no wrong. "Jones defeats Braginski," I muttered taking down a pick of my and Ivan playing chess; the game was so intense that we almost broke out into a fight until we realized we would both be disqualified.My success rose to great heights and my escapades and earned me a lot of money. That is when it began; this man came to me one day saying that I let him handle my finances he would assure my wealth for years to come. The thought of being rich for life was too good and pass up and signed my name. Fame and fortune fell into my lap; even that little scandal a few years b
A FL's Christmas Carol Chapter 4Stave IV: The Present ScoreVlad"Desiree forgive me," I sobbed as I woke with a start, "I am back home it was all a dream," I laughed knowing all along there was no such thing as ghosts and curled up in bed. "Too much cheese," I muttered as I closed my eyes and went to sleep. I am not sure how long I slept until a noise outside my room woke me up. "What's that?" I asked slowly getting up but before I could reach the door a horde of football players rushed into my room and grabbed me. "Let go of me!" I shouted but did not heed me."VLAD! VLAD! VLAD!" they chanted moving out of my room and down the steps into my living room but it had completely changed. It was filled with various foods including kielbasa, hot dogs, hamburgers and steaks. Kegs of beer and barrels of whiskey were overflowing like waterfalls. The crowd threw me into the pile of food and left. I brushed myself off and looked around at all this food. A booming voice laughed as I looked up and beheld
A FL's Christmas Carol Chapter 3Stave III: PastimeAeon "Vlad was face to face with own tortured childhood," Uncle Clockwork said turning the page in the book, "seeing the abuse he faced from his father brought back a torrent of memories to him. All were unpleasant," The Head Observant scoffed coldly causing uncle Clockwork to raise an eyebrow, "I thought this would be your favorite part, the past is written in stone and can't be changed," The one eyed ghost said that Clockwork didn't understand but my uncle just smiled at him."Why don't Vlad's parents love him," I asked curiously. He explained that Vlad was an illegitimate child born out of a night of passion. His mother was socialite Tanya De Rais who went through men like a box chocolates and his father multimillionaire Drake Masters was known as a womanizer and when he heard that she was with child wanted to dump her but Drake's family forbid it. They forced Drake to keep Tanya and her child but treated neither with love and respect. "How sad,"
A FL's Christmas Carol Chapter 2Stave II: The Ghost with the MostVlad"Poptarts!" I shrieked bolting the building as fast as I could. I slowly turned and looked at the door fearing to see old Curly's bushy hair but all I saw was the bolts to the knocker. "There is no such thing of ghosts," I reminded myself, "all those failed experiments proved it," I said catching my breath before starting up the steps. "Ghosts, what an idiotic notion," as I continued to walk I heard a sound that sounded like a tornado but before I could move a huge transparent jet soared over head and I thought I could hear the pilot wish me a merry Christmas. "DING DONGS AND TWINKIES!" I shouted as I raced up the remaining steps and shut myself in room.I decided that it was just my nerves and the best thing for it is some alcohol. I walked over to the built in bar the bedroom had a poured some whiskey, "take me away from here Bacchus," I said swallowing the burning liquid in one gulp. The sacred drink eased me and felt at peace, "n
A Fruit Loops Christmas CarolA Fruit Loop's Christmas CarolBy: Hordak's PupilFreely adapted from Charles Dickens A Christmas CarolStave I: A Story to RememberClockwork"Curly was dead to begin with," I told my cousin Aeon as he sat on the floor. His parents had gone out for the night and left him in my care. The last time little Aeon was here he almost caused a disaster of epic proportions to the timeline (although I admit it was funny to watch the Observants run around like a bunch of headless chickens). I decided this time I would make sure to keep his powers in check and entertain myself with a story and what better story than that of a Christmas Carol with a timely twist. It was after all Christmas Eve and my duties were done for the night. "Yes, Curly Lambeau had left the mortal world for the other side," I said holding a flashlight to my face for effect."Who is Curly Lambeau," Aeon asked enrapt in the moment. I explained that Curly Lambeau was the founder of the Gre