Rock-bun

Ｉ．Human InformationFull Name || Riley Vogel Pronounced || R-eye-ly Voe-gel Known Aliases/Other Names || Riley, Riles, Ri/Ry (pronounced r-eye) Chosen Gender || Male Biological Sex || Male Age || 34 human years D.O.B || May 7th Greek Zodiac || Taurus Birthplace || Munich, Germany Nationality || German Race || White European Hair Colour || Blonde Eye Colour || Blue (( I based Riley on Erika Linder. She's a model that sometimes models a masculine appearance. For a reference, this would be an accurate representation of Riley: http://67.media.tumblr.com/57b5409a38c62760cba99812926734b2/tumblr_nq7k23aSey1thalavo1_540.jpg )) Heig

NOTE: This fanfic was just dying to be made. Seriously, I became re-obsessed with this song recently (by t.A.t.U) and, although the song is amazingly brilliant, this is mainly based on the video. As I was writing this, I did listen to the song I did listen to the song, but I listened to the male version <s>because I'm obsessed with male versions of songs and I don't even know why</s> and fangirled quite a lot. So yes. Enjoy? Idk. I just want this so I can fangirl. OH, AND THIS IS A HIGHSCHOOL AU. So yeah, Human Names used, as well as the same age year group or whatever. They're in highschool. Probably around 15, since it seems ap

Title: Barndance Pairing: UsUk Rating: K-T Genre: Humour/Friendship/Romance Warnings: Uhh... kissing? Nothing else other than some fluffy little kittens for you. Inspiration: Barndance by Alexander Rybak Other: Thanks for reading! "No." Arms crossed his chest to try and show his determination. "Aww, c'mon Iggy! It'll be fun! I'm telling ya! Trust me, it'll be great." A grin threatened to split the younger nation's face in half, allowing it to spread from ear to ear. "I am not going to barndance with you, America. It's... it's a ridiculous idea!" The British man huffed. "I only came to watch the others because you begged. I refuse to simply

She‘s singing softly in the night His platinum blonde hair swayed like silk in the moonlight, as he glanced up at the silver orb in the sky. Small foreign words left his lips in broken melody. Where are you Lukas... Praying for the morning light He sighed, dipping his head and closing his eyes, holding the metallic cross pin tightly in his hand, close to his chest. Oh, how he wished to give it to his brother. Emil remembered the way the Norwegian would use it to prop his rather long hair back. "It's been years, brother... She dreams of how they used to be He'd fall asleep to dreams of Lukas. But these weren't dreams, oh no. These