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The whole island looked up to him now, he couldn’t be seen crying. He was the chief. And not just any chief, the descendant of Stoick, the Vast. And like the great chief his father was, Hiccup wouldn’t let people see him cry. He had never been too good at hiding his emotions, but he was learning. The memory of his father helped, the need of delivering as finely as he, did too. But there were times, when he was sure no one was looking, be it flying with Toothless, or smithing at the wee hours, that he let the barrier down. When he cried and felt sad, like he hadn’t felt in years. His mother and Astrid always made sure he kne

Telephone Game Canada was in no mood to rejoin his neighbors after their little argument at lunch. If they're going to ignore them, then he was going to ignore them back. "You just wait, Kumajeju," he said while pacing around the room, angrily dribbling a basketball he decided to bring from home in case he felt bored. The floor of his room was wooden made and he knew Mexico wouldn't be very happy about the marks, but he couldn't care less right now. "They're going to be sorry when they realize how much we need each other." Kumajiro simply remitted to watch as his owner grumbled to and fro. "Who are you again?" Canada glared at him. "You'r

Lunch Alfred kept on banging at the door and yelling. She heard the couple of brothers bickering, debating on whether or not they got the right address or if she was not home. What kept her from opening the door, though, was sheer spite. A moment of privacy to herself before losing it all for a week. She took in a long breath, closed her eyes, and forced to focus. 'Alright Guadalupe,' she thought to herself. 'Just as we rehearsed. Open the door, smile, and whatever you do please don't snap at Alfred. Remember you need to ask him to let you into his house again.' "Okay, I got this," she muttered, then opened the door. Alfred almost came dow

The Hostess Mexico wasn't looking forward to have America and Canada at her house. Yes, it was kind of an unacknowledged rule that they met every few years, but to be frank she hoped she hadn't have to be the host. Things weren't exactly peachy between the three of them at the moment. It was no surprise this was the case with Alfred, because what else is new? But Matthew was a different thing. Ever since he kindly asked her not to visit him so often a couple years ago, things were never the same. Matt was not the type of guy that was too assertive. Heck, he was okay with the other countries ignoring him or mistaking him for Alfred. So it wa

Chapter 5 – How to Create an Ally Hiccup paced back and forth, circling around Toothless and putting his mind to the limit in order to form some sort of plan to fix what the did. At the same time, five pairs of Viking legs sprinted away from their forest like it depended on their life. Astrid, Snotlout, Tuffnut, Ruffnut, and Fishlegs ran panting, too scared to look back or stop. “Wait…wait! I think we’ve lost them,” Astrid said, trying to catch her breath. “Look, there’s the village.” “We have to tell Gobber about this!” Snotlout said. “Imagine the trouble Hiccup’s g

Chapter 3 SMACK! I wince at the impact of human body against the wrestling carpet. "COME ON MELLARK, MY GRANDMOTHER WOULD BE MORE OF A COMPETITION TO BRADLEY, AND SHE'S DEAD!" I'm leaning against the gym's door and I'm so glad I'm not the Mellark coach Hacklebuck is yelling at. He hasn't noticed me yet, so I get one of those moments. Those rare circumstances in which you're allowed to see the picture of something you helped create. Something you saw as a mere seed now plays before your eyes as a full grown, walking creation. That's sort of what happened with the District 12 High School wrestling team. When I left there were only five membe

Chapter 2 My eyes have been meaning to open up for a while now. I can see through my eyelids that the bright morning sun is already filtering through my curtains. But I´m so comfortable here in my bed, so very warm and cozy that I don´t want to wake up just yet. “Peeta…” I hear a sleepy yet melodic voice that can only belong to one person. “Peeta,” she calls me again. I still don´t open my eyes and I´m tempted to shush her so we can both go back to sleep. I ignore her sweet calling but I start feeling her lips on mine, and after a while not only on my lips, but my eyes, my nose, my cheek

"Caught in Fire" The last thing I wanted to do is come back home and have to give explanations. Having Katniss telling me she didn't really know how she feels about me while I thought my life from this point onward was going to be peaceful and by her side, left me in simple words, torn apart. And now that I'm  back home, I'll have no other option than to put on the masks I know so well and be Panem's charming baker boy from District 12 once more. They will be expecting some kisses. Heartbreaking reunions with our families too, no doubt. I wonder if they'll bring in Gale Hawthorne to receive Katniss as part of her family. I remember what she