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Goten and Grimlock meets Eragon and Saphira.They met them on their way to find Goten’s dad. They were flying over the Varden when they met. Eragon asked,”who are you and what are you doing here?” The mysterious rider answered, “ My dragon and I are searching for my dad.” Saphira said in Eragon’s mind, “ Should we take them to Nasuada or scare them off?” He answered,” we’ll take them to Nasuada. They can explain why they were flying over us.” “ Come with us, we are taking you to our leader so you can explain yourselves to her.” They explained to Nasuada why they were

Firehouse 51 taken hostage. I don’t own chicago fire or dbz they belong to their respective owners. Gogetta was working at firehouse 51 when 5 men with guns came and they took them hostage. Severide was sneaking around the firehouse. He radioed to main “Squad 3 to main we have a 10-1 i repeat a 10-1 at the firehouse.” “ Are you in a safe place?” “not exactly.” ambo 61 was returning to base when main radioed don’t return to base there’s a 10-1 in progress. We’re at base main we don’t see anything. That’s when Brett noticed Gogetta waving at them trying to tell them it wa

Upon his realisation Ludwig had sprung to his feet and raced towards the Vargas Estate. Feliciano was an unparalleled runner, only matched by his older brother Lovino, however with any luck Ludwig should be able to make it there before Feliciano retired to bed. This could not wait until the next morning; Feliciano had discovered his secret and was likely in an elevated state of panic. A panicking Feliciano would not bode well if he didn't confront the Atyilan as soon as humanly possible. Damn it, Feliciano! Why did you have to follow me? Ludwig growled mentally. It wasn't that he didn't trust the smaller male, there just wasn't any way Ludwi

Chapter One "Foolish brat! I had thought you smarter than this, and now see where your stupidity has led!" Bernhard had snapped at his only son, smacking him right on the ear. Ludwig bit his lower lip, not allowing himself to make a sound – even though it hurt like hell. "You're lucky that beast only took half your sight, my runt." the Blacksmith sighed, resting a hand on his son's shoulder. "Even luckier that you won't get turned from that wound... still, perhaps this will be enough to discourage you from going out there again." Ludwig stared out of his window, one hand gingerly touching the bandages covering his now-blind right eye.

"Danny." He was hunched over his work desk, crunching numbers and inputting data into his desktop computer, completely absorbed. "Hey, Daniel." He stopped, head snapping up as if struck with a sudden idea, pulling over a sketched map and scribbling on it rapidly. "West!" He jolted and whirled around in his chair, hand reaching over his back for the gun that wasn't there. "Ah? Bruder? What is it?" "It's time for the meeting, West. You ready?" He checked his watch, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Already? I guess I got more carried away with work than I thought. I'll be out in a moment." "Okay," Garrett murmured, smiling sadly as he close

Slowly his body weakens and nothing I say or do can stop the death that was soon to consume his once powerful body. I try hard not to let tears slip through my eyes they can’t do anything to stop the process of his country that was going to be gone in a matter of days hopefully months or years, but they fall anyways at least not in front of him. “West,” His voice was soft barely audible and he couldn’t even turn his head to face me as he spoke but on his pale face laid a smile, “Don’t *cough* worry about me…..” He stopped for a second and tried harder to turn his head towards me. Instead I st

Germany couldn't breathe. He couldn't even remember that he had to breathe. When Italy placed his hand on top of Germanys Germany had thrown him off. Prussia for his part looked bored. The look on his face showed that he had no care in the world at the moment. The only sign that he was scared was his hands that would be shaking if he wasn't tightly gripping the side of his pants. "With the facts that we have obtained we find Prussia to be the source of the German malaise that has afflicted Europe this past decade." England said a tone of triumph in his voice clear to everyone. "A political culture marked by illiberalism and intolerance, an

Ludwig knew this was wrong. Somehow, it was so wrong, it was right. It blew his normally logical mind to feel this strongly about something that he would discard the prized German logic. And for what? Well, the better question was for whom. His brother. His own, older brother. True, as a personification of a nation, no one was related by blood to him, since every nation was shaped by the ideology and mindset of its people. But Prussia was the closest to the German Empire, now known as Germany. Prussia had been there since the Holy Roman Empire fell to pieces. Prussia had watched over the formation of the German Empire, and through hi

The sound of banging filled the air. Sledgehammers worked against the wall in front of the tall blond. Anticipation filled him to the brim. It had finally come to an end, this damned separation. The masses of concrete finally began to tumble to the ground, revealing a sight the blond had not seen in many long years. He gazed past the rubble and dust, trying to see to the other side. Who was that? There was a man standing just past the remains of the wall. He just stood there, sledgehammer held weakly in one hand. Croppy silver hair fell messily below his chin. He looked as if he hadn't had a haircut in quite some time. Then...the man was