I clearly fail at writing \:3/
[mood| 
awake]
[music| Scarborough Fair - Sarah Brightman ]
Title Poetry at its worst
Prompt 31 poetry
Pairing G. Zhou Yu, Sun Ce
Disclaimer All rights to Koei
Warning Horrible attempt at Haiku
271 w
Zhou Yu looked at the paper in front of him. Read over the words and sighed. He wanted to cry. Looked at the person sitting opposite him, and sighed again. It wasn’t like him to suddenly have the urge to cry. He wondered wherever he would be the first one in the Three States, to cry over poetry. Poetry that made you wanted to cry and have your soul suddenly die as you wonder what was going in the writer’s mind when they wrote it. He also wondered if there were any other unfortunate souls like him.
“Is something wrong Yu?” Sun Ce asked turning around, brush still in hand.
Zhou Yu eyed the sheets of paper in front of him, seeing the beginnings of a stroke. It was too early to say, wherever it would turn into calligraphy or words to begin a poem.
“Nothing, what are you doing?” Zhou asked, silently praying he wasn’t writing another poem. He only could deal with one at a time.
Sun Ce gave a quick glance at the paper he had been writing on before turning back to him.
“Something,” Ce replied, twirling the brush around his fingers. “Do you want to read it when I’m done, Yu?”
“Um,” Zhou Yu said.
Not really. His mind wanted to weep. Say no. No. Nooooo. Aren’t you two meant to be reviewing books? His mind reminded testily.
“Of course, Ce,” He replied to the other's answering grin, who turned back to resume his writing.
He bit back a sigh and looked at the poem, he read earlier.
Young men going to war,
Blood flowing like a stream of water,
Men dying like flies,
Title Not Perfect
Theme 15# perfect blue
Pairing America/Canada
Disclaimer Hetalia belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz
Warnings Horribly sappy. :D;;
Matthew knows he is being cliche, but he can't help it. He hadn't realised it before, which was surprising. Considering everyone believed Alfred to be the idiot and slow, it wasn't expected that his "twin" would be the same. Although, apart from the fact Matthew was forgotten by the other nations was beside the point.
He admits, Alfred isn't the smartest kid in the block. Even during the UN meetings, he always has some crazed idea to solve the world's problems, from preparing to be the hero for so and so country and then believing giving free burgers would solve hunger. Arthur was right to be worried about Alfred, considering the former knew him best. Somewhat. As Francis used to say with a wink, much to Arthur's embarrassment.
Alfred isn't perfect, Matthew acknowledges. Although he tries to be, however with his new boss things might change. Change for the better. He isn't perfect, his shameless love for burgers, his fear of scary movies, even when he argues that they only watch it because he's afraid Matt would be too scared to watch it alone. After all, you need a hero to protect you.
"Mattttttt~" He looks up to see Alfred standing near the doorway. "Aren't you coming?"
"Ah," Matthew looks around and notices the room has emptied, signifying the meeting had ended a few minutes ago. "I'm coming."
Alfred shakes his head as Matthew joins him. "What were you doing Matt?" He asks as they walk out the door. "You didn't hear me call you the last ten minutes?"
"You were?"
Alfred nods. "What were you thinking of anyways? It's not like you to be lost like that."
"Maple syrup and hockey," Matthew lies and smiles, hoping Alfred wouldn't notice.
"Again...?" Alfred stares before he starts laughing. "Oh Matt, how can you be cool like me, if you always think of that?"
"Coming from the person, who likes burgers for breakfast, lunch and dinner?" Matthew retorted. "H-Hey what are you doing? We're still in the UN building!"
Alfred leans back, grinning. "What?"
Matthew shakes his head, a smile on his lips.
Alfred isn't perfect, he admits. However at times like this, when it seems as if they are the only ones in the world, he thinks it's perfect. Perfect, like the shade of Alfred's eyes. A perfect shade of bright blue like the sky.
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[music| Scarborough Fair - Sarah Brightman ]
Title Poetry at its worst
Prompt 31 poetry
Pairing G. Zhou Yu, Sun Ce
Disclaimer All rights to Koei
Warning Horrible attempt at Haiku
271 w
Zhou Yu looked at the paper in front of him. Read over the words and sighed. He wanted to cry. Looked at the person sitting opposite him, and sighed again. It wasn’t like him to suddenly have the urge to cry. He wondered wherever he would be the first one in the Three States, to cry over poetry. Poetry that made you wanted to cry and have your soul suddenly die as you wonder what was going in the writer’s mind when they wrote it. He also wondered if there were any other unfortunate souls like him.
“Is something wrong Yu?” Sun Ce asked turning around, brush still in hand.
Zhou Yu eyed the sheets of paper in front of him, seeing the beginnings of a stroke. It was too early to say, wherever it would turn into calligraphy or words to begin a poem.
“Nothing, what are you doing?” Zhou asked, silently praying he wasn’t writing another poem. He only could deal with one at a time.
Sun Ce gave a quick glance at the paper he had been writing on before turning back to him.
“Something,” Ce replied, twirling the brush around his fingers. “Do you want to read it when I’m done, Yu?”
“Um,” Zhou Yu said.
Not really. His mind wanted to weep. Say no. No. Nooooo. Aren’t you two meant to be reviewing books? His mind reminded testily.
“Of course, Ce,” He replied to the other's answering grin, who turned back to resume his writing.
He bit back a sigh and looked at the poem, he read earlier.
Young men going to war,
Blood flowing like a stream of water,
Men dying like flies,
Title Not Perfect
Theme 15# perfect blue
Pairing America/Canada
Disclaimer Hetalia belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz
Warnings Horribly sappy. :D;;
Matthew knows he is being cliche, but he can't help it. He hadn't realised it before, which was surprising. Considering everyone believed Alfred to be the idiot and slow, it wasn't expected that his "twin" would be the same. Although, apart from the fact Matthew was forgotten by the other nations was beside the point.
He admits, Alfred isn't the smartest kid in the block. Even during the UN meetings, he always has some crazed idea to solve the world's problems, from preparing to be the hero for so and so country and then believing giving free burgers would solve hunger. Arthur was right to be worried about Alfred, considering the former knew him best. Somewhat. As Francis used to say with a wink, much to Arthur's embarrassment.
Alfred isn't perfect, Matthew acknowledges. Although he tries to be, however with his new boss things might change. Change for the better. He isn't perfect, his shameless love for burgers, his fear of scary movies, even when he argues that they only watch it because he's afraid Matt would be too scared to watch it alone. After all, you need a hero to protect you.
"Mattttttt~" He looks up to see Alfred standing near the doorway. "Aren't you coming?"
"Ah," Matthew looks around and notices the room has emptied, signifying the meeting had ended a few minutes ago. "I'm coming."
Alfred shakes his head as Matthew joins him. "What were you doing Matt?" He asks as they walk out the door. "You didn't hear me call you the last ten minutes?"
"You were?"
Alfred nods. "What were you thinking of anyways? It's not like you to be lost like that."
"Maple syrup and hockey," Matthew lies and smiles, hoping Alfred wouldn't notice.
"Again...?" Alfred stares before he starts laughing. "Oh Matt, how can you be cool like me, if you always think of that?"
"Coming from the person, who likes burgers for breakfast, lunch and dinner?" Matthew retorted. "H-Hey what are you doing? We're still in the UN building!"
Alfred leans back, grinning. "What?"
Matthew shakes his head, a smile on his lips.
Alfred isn't perfect, he admits. However at times like this, when it seems as if they are the only ones in the world, he thinks it's perfect. Perfect, like the shade of Alfred's eyes. A perfect shade of bright blue like the sky.