The Enchanted Island of Yew [NOOK Book]

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When a beautiful young fairy is magically transformed into the gallant Prince Marvel for one year, he sets out on an incredible journey of excitement and adventure across the Isle of Yew. Magic, mystery and villainy constantly confront the young prince in the form of dragons, giants, thieves and more, but using his wits, courage and special blend of fairy magic, he triumphs in bringing the people of Yew together against the terrible Red Rogue of Dawna.

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When a beautiful young fairy is magically transformed into the gallant Prince Marvel for one year, he sets out on an incredible journey of excitement and adventure across the Isle of Yew. Magic, mystery and villainy constantly confront the young prince in the form of dragons, giants, thieves and more, but using his wits, courage and special blend of fairy magic, he triumphs in bringing the people of Yew together against the terrible Red Rogue of Dawna.

Filled with thrills and magic, The Enchanted Island of Yew is L. Frank Baum at his best! With over 45 black-and-white illustrations.

Prince Marvel and the High Ki of Twi and many other interesting people are the inhabitants of this book that takes place on the enchanted island of Yew.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781300309086
  • Publisher: Lulu.com
  • Publication date: 10/16/2012
  • Sold by: LULU PRESS
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 1,342,450
  • File size: 639 KB

Meet the Author

L. Frank Baum (1856-1919) was an American author of children's books, most famous for his "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz." Baum wrote 13 sequels to his first Oz book and still has a huge fan base to this day. "The Enchanted Island of Yew" is one of Baum's many non-Oz fantasy works.

Biography

Dorothy, Toto, the Scarecrow, Aunt Em -- where would our national psyche be without The Wonderful Wizard of Oz? L. Frank Baum, who created a story with an indelible, sometimes haunting impression on so many people, led a life that had a fairy-tale quality of its own.

Baum was born in 1856 to a family that had made a fortune in the oil business. Because he had a heart condition, his parents arranged for him to be tutored privately at the family’s Syracuse estate, “Roselawn.” As an adult, though, Baum flourished and failed at a dizzying variety of ventures, from writing plays to a stint with his family’s medicinal oil business (where he produced a potion called “Baum’s Castorine”), to managing a general store, to editing the Aberdeen Pioneer in Aberdeen, South Dakota. In 1897, following his mother-in-law’s advice, Baum wrote down the stories that he told his children. The firm of Way & Williams published the stories under the title Mother Goose in Prose, with illustrations by Maxfield Parrish, and Baum’s career as a writer was launched.

With the publication of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz in 1900, Baum gained instant success. The book, lavishly produced and featuring voluptuous illustrations by William Wallace Denslow, was the bestselling children’s book of the year. It also set a new standard for children’s literature. As a commentator for the September 8, 1900 New York Times described it, “The crudeness that was characteristic of the oldtime publications...would now be enough to cause the modern child to yell with rage and vigor...” The reviewer praised the book’s sheer entertainment value (its “bright and joyous atmosphere”) and likened it to The Story of the Three Bears for its enduring value. As the film industry emerged in the following years, few books were as manifestly destined for adaptation, and although it took almost four decades for a movie studio to translate Baum’s vision to film, the 1939 film did for the movies what Baum’s book had done for children’s literature: that is, raised the imaginative and technical bar higher than it had been before.

The loss of parents, the inevitable voyage toward independence, the yearning for home -- in The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, Baum touched upon a child’s primal experiences while providing a rousing story of adventure. As his health declined, Baum continued the series with 14 more Oz books (his publisher commissioned more by other authors after his death), but none had quite the effect on the reading public that the first one did. Baum died from complications of a stroke in 1919.

Good To Know

Baum founded the National Association of Window Trimmers and published a magazine for the window-trimming trade – he also raised exotic chickens.

Buam was married to Maud Gage, a daughter of the famous women’s rights advocate Matilda Joslyn Gage.

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    1. Also Known As:
      Floyd Akers, Laura Bancroft, George Brooks, Edith Van Dyne, Schuyler Staunton, John Estes Cooke, Suzanne Metcalf, Louis F. Baum, Lyman Frank Baum (full name)
    1. Date of Birth:
      May 15, 1856
    2. Place of Birth:
      Chittenango, New York
    1. Date of Death:
      May 6, 1919
    2. Place of Death:
      Hollywood, California

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 28, 2014

    Italy x Shy!Reader; Attempt #1, Chapter Seven - Part 1

    You sent Feli on his way, a happy spring in his step. After sighing and closing the door, you supposed that you should start getting ready for the party. Checking the clock, you noted that it was already eleven. You hopped in the shower and washed, taking your time to clean. Humming as you turned the water off, you reached for the--cursing, you jumped out of the shower and ran for the linen closet, vowing that if Francis was in there again, they would never find the body.<br>Luckily, no per<_>verted Frenchmen were in your closet, and you had selected a towel after wondering where the last one went.<p>
    You put on a t-shirt and some sweats and your hair in a ponytail for now, while you whipped up a double batch of pumpkin muffins to take over to Alfred's house.<br>While they were baking, you set a timer to remind you not to let them burn. You went upstairs to start planning your clothes for the party that was--the clock read 12:36--only about three and a half hours away.<br>Looking through your wardrobe, which mostly consisted of red, black, and blue, you were dismayed to see a severe lack of formal attire. At least the shoes were an easy choice; a pair of red heels were your go-to dress shoe. You mulled over the choices for an outfit and you had just pulled out a nice red dress as the timer buzzed. You quickly slid on oven mitts once you were downstairs so that you were able to slide the pan of muffins from the oven and to the counter. Leaving it on a trivet to cool and snatching a prepackaged cheese stick from the fridge for lunch on your way past, you hurried back upstairs.<br>You slipped on the form-fitting red dress, a little irked by its shortness. You decided to wear red short-shorts underneath just in case. Catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you remembered why you got the dress despite its apparent lack of material.<br>It accented your curves, the v-neck didn't dip too low, and its color suited you perfectly. Neatly stitched red beads curled around the bodice in a mesmerizing pattern.<br>You chose a simple silver teardrop necklace and silver earrings to match before finding a simple red handbag to match your outfit, placing inside your phone, a pack of spearmint gum, hand sanitizer, lipstick, tissues, and pepper spray (in case Francis tried something - again). You brushed your teeth and fumbled for mascara, unused to putting on makeup. A quiet shade of lipstick and just a tad of blush was all you needed.<br>After checking the clock, you snatched a silver-and-ruby costume jewelry hair clip from the bureau, pinned it in the back of your hastily curled hair and hurried downstairs again with heels in hand. The muffins were cool now, and you quickly but tastefully arranged them on a white serving dish before carefully covering it in cling wrap to take to Alfred's house.<br>You hopped in your car, placed yor goodies in the passenger seat, and began he fifteen-minute drive to Al's. Checking the digital clock, you noted with a smile that you'd actually manage to at least be on time today.<p>
    [Happy Thanksgiving! Apologies for the late chapter; l'm sure that l am not the only one busy with the hustle and bustle of the holidays. I promise that the rest of this chapter will be out soon! However, it's almost twelve and l cannot stay awake. I'll do it in the morning. Stay awesome, my lovelies! Don't forget to comment at 'sparknotes'! And oh, dear l hope l'm posting in the right result. Don't want to delete anything. Dx]<p>~Scarloke

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 18, 2014

    Italy x Shy!Reader; Attempt #1, Chapter Six

    After the boys went home, it was pretty late. You sighed, exhausted. Where had the day gone? You shrugged, getting off the couch to fix some supper for yourself. <br>
    Digging through the pantry for something instant, you came across ltaly's tie. Weird. You tossed it towards the laundry room and made your way to the hot water dispenser, tiredly filling the ramen container. <br>
    After eating, you went straight to bed, not caring that it was early. You were worn out. <br>
    You changed into your favorite pajamas, turned on the cozy electric blanket, and fell into dreams of snow and Thanksgiving and all the holidays coming up. <p>
    ~~<p>
    [12:57 PM.] <br>
    You jumped out of sleep and the dream you had been having. What a terrifyingly weird one, too. You had been running from giant eagles and a sea monster. <br>
    You began to settle back to sleep, but... "What the...?" One of the eagle's talons was still fastened around your arm. <br>
    "Feliciano! What the heck are you doing in my bed?!"<br>
    "V&eacute<_>~, bella, Ludwig kicked me out again." <br>
    You pointed sternly to the door to your room. "You can have to couch." <br>
    "But bella, it's collld! And the blanket here is so nice! Pleeeaase?" He cuddled up to you and made puppy eyes. <br>
    "Don't you have your own bed?" You eyed him skeptically.<br>
    "Romano's meeeeaaan!"<br>
    "Don't you have your own couch?" <br>
    "It's lumpy." <br>
    You sighed. "Fine. But this is the line." You gestured with your hand. "No crossing it. You stay on your half."<br>
    "V&eacute<_>~, okay, bella. Nighty-night! See you in the morning!" Feliciano was out like a light the minute his head hit the pillow. <br>
    You exhaled, mentally asking yourself how in the world Feli ended up here. Deciding to ask him tomorrow, you settled back in, facing the ltalian.
    <br>
    He was so cute, sleeping. <br>
    You smiled softly. 'He's so sweet; all he had were good intentions', you thought, subconsciously reaching across to brush his curl from his face. He shifted, and for a minute you thought you had woken him. After petting his curl one more time, you pulled your hand back and closed your eyes.
    <p>
    ~~
    <p>
    The morning sun streamed through the curtains in a cheerful manner. Feli had buried his face beneath the covers, so you pulled them aside before gently nudging him. <br>
    "Wakey, wakey..." <br>
    He hid his head under his arms, yawning into the pillow. You petted the top of his head softly. <br>
    "Hey. It's..." You checked. "Ten thirty." <br>
    "Too early," he moaned. <br>
    You gently tugged his curl, and he bolted upright. "I'm up, bella!"<br>"What was that about?" You wondered aloud to him.<br>
    "V&eacute<_>~, bella, let's make breakfast!" He hopped out of bed, ignoring the question. <br>
    A little confused, you followed him to the kitchen to fix something to eat; Feliciano was already rummaging through the pantry. It wasn't long before he triumphantly held up a box of penne pasta. <br>
    You shook your head, grinning. "Silly, pasta is for lunch, not breakfast! Here, we should have toast." <br>
    You put two slices in the toaster. "You can watch it; it'll pop out when it's done," you told him, before opening cupboards, looking for Nutella. <br>
    "Bella, is today Alfred's Thanksgiving party?" <br>
    Mentally facepalming, wondering how you forgot, you replied, "lt is, Feli! I'm glad you remembered. After breakfast, l'll let you go home so you can get yourself ready." <br>
    Feli squealed as the toast jumped from the toaster. "V&eacute<_>~, okay, bella!"<p>
    ~Scarloke

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 9, 2014

    What?

    How does anyone understand what each character is doing?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 9, 2014

    Italy x Shy!Reader; Attempt #1, Chapter Five

    Alfred nodded in agreement. "Like, way closer. We should take him there so he can wake up." <br>
    You stepped to Arthur's head, seizing his wrists. "You can take his feet," you told the American. Once in position, the two of you awkwardly managed to carry the sleeping Englishman to your doorstep. <br>
    Alfred helped set Arthur down gently while you fumble for your house key. Turning the lock and pushing open the door, you took hold of Arthur's wrists again and got him to the sofa. The Englishman looked so peaceful, his face wiped of its usual scowl. <br>
    Turning on your heel, you marched to the kitchen and filled a glass with water. You tried dumping it on Arthur's face, yelling 'IGGY!', but to no avail. <br>
    "He's out cold," you muttered. <br>
    "Totally!" Agreed Alfred. "But hey, l brought a movie!" Pulling said movie out of his jacket, you realized that it was the newest one, just out of theaters, that you had been patiently waiting for. <br>
    "Awesome!" <br>
    He handed you the movie and you put it into the DVD player before leaning back against the sofa with Alfred and hitting play. Arthur's hand dropped off the side of the sofa and onto your head once or twice; you placed it back on top of the sofa. <br>
    About halfway through the movie, you noticed a warm weight across your shoulders. Glancing over at the American, you saw that he had put his arm around you and was blushing furiously. Not knowing what else to do, you just sat back and watched the rest of the film. <br>
    Just as the credits were rolling, Arthur decided to wake up and roll off the side of the sofa--and onto both you and Alfred. The Englishman woke in a tangle of limbs and with a pounding headache. <br>
    "What the bloody heII happened?! Get off of me, you wa<_>nker!" Arthur seemed thouroughly confused and began flailing about. <br>
    "Whoa, dude! Calm down!" <br>
    "You bloody git! What are you doing here?!" <br>
    "Uh, hi..." You interjected. <br>
    "And _, too! What was l doing?!" <br>
    "Chill out, dude. You just got like, super drunk and kinda ran around everywhere and then passed out. _ and l had to carry you here! You're pretty freakin' heavy, man." <br>
    Arthur tried to stand up, collapsing back onto your couch, rubbing his temples. You ran to the kitchen again, refilling the glass of water that you had initially thrown on him and handing it to the disoriented Brit. <br>
    "Ah, my head..." <br>
    "Do you think you can walk home?" You asked him. <br>
    "She speaks!" Gasped Arthur in mock disbelief. <br>
    "I know, crazy! She's got a pretty voice, amirite?"<br>
    "Shut up, you bloody frog." <br>
    You grinned; if Arthur could spit venom at Alfred, then he could most certainly walk home. <p>
    [Hullo, my lovelies! Sorry for the short chapter, l wanted room for a quick note: since this is chapter five, l will be officially releasing this fanfic. However, since this is a multi-result, all of the chapters are here and l don't want them to be swamped under the comments. So, l will politely ask all of my reviewers\readers to put their comments at 'sparknotes', result one. Thank you all so much, and l hope you enjoyed the story so far! Ich liebe dich! Danke! ^J^] <p>
    ~Scarloke

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 9, 2014

    Italy x Shy!Reader; Attempt #1, Chapter Four

    You and Feliciano finally got to his house, albeit a full hour after Ludwig and Kiku had. Feli decided to pretend to be an autumn leaf and had been mimicking their fluttering movements all the way home. Somehow, you had been pulled into it and your dawdling caused a huge time delay. But still, you got to Feliciano's house and the other boys weren't too irked; Kiku had been showing Ludwig a new video game in the meantime. <br>"About time," commented Ludwig with a slight smirk. "Vhat, exactly, vhere you two doing?" He gestured to both you and the ltalian, noting the rosy cheeks and panting.<br>"V&eacute<_>~, Doitsu, we were running through the park being leaves," said Feli.<br>"Yeah," you agreed suspiciously. "What did you think we were doing?"<br>Ludwig sweatdropped and grinned sheepishly, turning a light pink. "Ahem. Pasta vhas for lunch, ja?"<br>"Pastaaaa~!" Feliciano hollered happily, bolting to the kitchen. You followed, grinning your face off in both embarassment and a weird fluttery feeling in your chest. Did Ludwig really think that the two of you would *really*... You pushed the thought away. Feliciano didn't like you like that, and you weren't quite sure what to make of him, either.<br>All of the Axis and Allied boys were cute, to be honest.<br>You sighed, arriving in the kitchen where Feli was working his cooking magic while Ludwig followed him around with a rag and a growl. You giggled a bit; the German always wanted things so neat. <br>
    You put on an apron, approaching the ltalian. "Anything l can do?" You asked. <br>
    "V&eacute<_>~, bella, l can teach you to make pasta!" He handed you a rolling pin and stood behind you, placing his hands over yours to show you how to roll the dough. <br>
    "Bella, your hands are shaking." <br>
    You laughed nervously, face heating up. "I'm fine, Feli," you reassured him. "Just a little cold from outside, is all." <br>
    "I can fix that~!" Feliciano gave you a big bear hug and nuzzled your neck with his nose, tickling you with his curl. You squeaked in surprise, but you found yourself smiling. <br>
    "Feli, the dough will dry out," you grinned. "Really, l'm fine. You can let go."<br>"I don't want to," he murmured, before abruptly turning to the sauce, telling you quickly how he was going to be over there and how you could roll the dough and...<br>You smiled to yourself. Though his back was turned, you just knew that his face was as red as the tomato sauce he was seasoning.<p>~~<p>After eating lunch at Feliciano's house with Kiku and Ludwig, you skipped home, humming to yourself good-naturedly. Suddenly, Arthur ran from the bushes, stumbling and swaying, obviously dru<_>nk.<br>"Am l Catholic or am l Protestant...?" He mumbled, staggering over to you. "Hello, _. Fancy seeing you here," he hiccuped before falling forward, sound asleep.<br>You tried to catch him, but Arthur was too heavy and you fell over backwards... into Alfred's arms.<br>"Whoa, l was wondering where he'd run off to!" The American grinned, somehow managing to pull both you and Arthur onto a nearby park bench; you were sandwiched between Alfred and Arthur. "We were at the pu<_>b, and he started like, totally going crazy!" Arthur's head lolled towards you; you held it up with one hand while listening to Alfred.<br>"Well, anyways, we'd better get him home!" Concluded Alfred, standing up and offering you a hand. You took it and he pulled you up. Turning, you assesed the predicament.<br>"My house is closer than his," you stated.<p> ~Scarloke

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 9, 2014

    Gray

    *clapclapclapclapclap*

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 3, 2014

    Italy x Shy!Reader; Attempt #1, Chapter Three

    [Y'all are awesome. I think that with all the encouragement from my friends, l'll officially release the story's location after chapter five. :3 Gray, in all the other fanfictions l've read, it was spelled without an 'h'... o.O l think it's an 'e' with an accent? I'll start using that. Now, my dear readers, do not get confused here. This is from Alfred's point of view (well, third-person limited view, at least) and is right before you and Feli left.] <p>
    'Man, was that meeting boring!' Alfred walked from the room after the others, balling up a hamburger wrapper and shooting it into a nearby trash can. 'Score!' He thought to himself, grinning goofily. <br>
    "Like, Alfred, your face looks like, so weird right now," commented Poland on his way past. <br>
    Alfred shrugged, preparing to throw the -- where was it? Mentally retracing his steps, Alfred realized that he left his cup and soft drink in the meeting room. He went back for it, pausing on one of the doorways, a smile playing across his expression. <br>
    You were writing on the blackboard in chalk, a happy mood displayed across your features. Alfred leaned against the doorframe quietly, just watching you. You were obliviously drawing away when Alfred heard Feliciano rounding the corner. The American jumped behind a bush to observe, thinking, 'Yeah! This is totally like one of those spy movies!' <br>
    "Hey, _ , are you comi--" Alfred saw Feli stop midsentence and a little crash from inside the conference room. He quietly tiptoed from behind the potted plant and made for the stage door. <br>
    The small stage was little-used, most likely because the countries never used it and, as far as he knew, they were the only ones who rented out the building. The chalkboard was positioned to the front and left of the stage, near to the door Alfred was watching from before hiding behind the plant. <br>
    Observing from the shadows behind the curtain, the American could see that you were now sitting as Feliciano wrote on the board. You looked uncomfortable until Feli moved aside some minutes later. <br>
    Alfred noted with a hint of envy that you were looking at the ltalian in a way he had never seen you look at anyone else. <br>
    "Feli, l'm not that pretty." In fact, Alfred was unsure if he had ever heard you that clearly before; you were always so shy and quiet. He watched as Ludwig and Kiku came in, and as you took Feliciano's arm and left. <br>
    Alfred stepped off of the stage with a sigh, making his way towards the empty soda cup he had at his spot around the table. Turning to the board, his curiosity piqued, Alfred sighed again. He knew from the conversation that it would be you and Feli there, but he didn't envision the immaculate detail you would put into a chalk drawing, nor the artistic talent that Feliciano apparently had. <br>
    Alfred picked up the chalk, determined to turn out something as good as yours. Imagining your face in his mind, he began to draw uncertainly. After perhaps ten excruciating, frustrating minutes, Alfred looked from his art to yours to Feli's. <br>
    Suddenly, in a fit of defeat and rage and hopelessness, he snatched the chalkboard eraser and smeared it across all three drawings, leaving nothing but a single white streak. Alfred dejectedly dropped the eraser, leaving it on the floor in a cloud of chalk dust. <br>
    He just couldn't compare with Feliciano's ability. <br>
    Sighing once more, Alfred left, taking with him the cup but leaving behind his smile. <br>
    ~Scarloke

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 10, 2014

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 3, 2014

    Gray ~ Review

    Lol Italy is MINE!!)) Wow Four... It's really hard to make a Hetalia fanfic, but you most definetly PULLED IT OFF! Amazing! But when you said 've' or whatever, shouldn't it have been 'veh'

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 3, 2014

    Ivy

    -pets head- Yaas, child.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 2, 2014

    Elise, Literary Critic and Writer, aka Ivy and Isilee

    Interesting. Immaculate grammar, as usual, Four.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 3, 2014

    Italy x Shy!Reader; Attempt #1, Chapter Two

    Feliciano beamed at you, obviously pleased that he was the subject chosen for the drawing. Face reddening, you felt obliged to offer an explanation. <br>
    "I was going to draw Kiku and Ludwig next... you know, Axis Powers..." you offered weakly as you watched him admire your artwork. <br>
    Feli bent down to pick up the chalk you had dropped and turned to an empty spot on the blackboard. From your perspective, his body hid what he was doing and you tried to see, but Feliciano just made a game out of it, moving along with you to keep your line of sight from crossing the marks he was making. Eventually, you huffed and gave up, crossing your arms and leaning back in the chair while Feli wrote on the chalkboard. Every once in a while, he would look back at you and then back to his work. <br>You began to get more self-conscious than usual, uncomfortable with the glances. You furtively ran your hands through your hair and straightened your clothes, unsure as to what was up. After about four tense minutes, the ltalian stepped away from the blackboard and proudly presented... a drawing of you. <br>You sighed in relief; nothing was wrong after all. Studying his artwork, a smile crossed your lips. Feliciano's drawing style was drastically different from yours, but they both were beautiful. In fact, his drawing of you was much more flattering than how you would have drawn yourself; you were surprised and more than a little happy. Your pulse fluttered again, and you commanded yourself to calm down.<br>
    "Ve~, bella, do you like it?" He asked you, obviously proud of himself. <br>
    "Feli, l'm not that pretty," you told him, a blush beginning to creep across your cheek. <br>
    "Don't say that! Ve~, you're plenty pretty." <br>
    At that moment, just as you were wishing you could vanish into the seat (or learn how to take a compliment), Ludwig burst in with Kiku trailing behind. <br>
    "Feliciano! It has been more zhan five minutes! Vhat have you been doing in here?" <br>
    You and Feli both jumped and you felt some d&eacute<_>j&aacute v&uacute as you clutched your heart again and listened to your hearbeat stutter back to its normal tempo.<br>"Ludwig! _ was looking lonely so l came back for her! Can she come over for pasta~?"<br>Ludwig sighed, but gave in. "Yes, Feli. Try not to make such a mess again, though."<br>You stood from your chair and, hesitantly taking the arm that Feliciano offered you, followed Kiku and Ludwig to the short, woodsy path that led to the ltalian's house. You, nor Feli, noticed that the chalk drawings were left on the board or that Alfred had come back for the McD's cup he had left in the conference room.<br>You walked slowly with Feli, enjoying the crisp fall weather and the changing leaves. Both Ludwig and Kiku had gone on ahead, leaving the two of you to talk. This was much more comfortable for you: isolation with a friend. No crowds, no expectations; just you, Feliciano, and the drifting autumn leaves.<br>"Wouldn't it be nice to just be a leaf?" You whispered, your gaze tracking a beech leaf as it spiraled to the ground, flashing its yellow colors. <br>The ltalian followed your line of sight, looked a little shocked, then hugged you tightly, bawling, "No! No! _, don't be a leaf! Bella, l don't want you to diieeee!!"<br>You laughed, wrapping a comforting arm around his shoulders. "Don't be silly, Feli! I don't want to die, either, but just imagine! The peace, the serenity of being a leaf. A green, lush, beautiful summer leaf."<p>~Scarloke

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 2, 2014

    Italy x Shy!Reader; Fanfiction Attempt #1

    You sighed, shifting in your front-row seat and tuning out the squabbling brothers on either side of you. 'I swear,' you thought, 'even the littlest things set them off'. <br>
    "Come on, dude, it's totally spelled with a 'Z'!" Yelled Alfred, shouldering Arthur away from the chalkboard. <br>
    "Oh, shut up, you bloody git. Give me the chalk already and quit spreading your stupid American English everywhere! It's not proper!" <br>
    You sighed, finding their argument utterly pointless and completely annoying. Even tuned out, the sound of their raised voices irritated you. Feliciano, on the other hand, who was sitting to your left, had somehow managed to fall asleep in the world meeting. He was mumbling in his sleep, and you nudged him slightly to wake him up so he wouldn't call attention to your side of the table. <br>Instead of Feli quietly bubbling into consciousness, however, he bolted upright, yelling, "l am not a tomato box fairy! I'm sorreeeeee! Ve~..." <br>
    You slid down in your seat, mentally facepalming. As Feliciano slowly quieted and turned red, you let your [h/l], [h/c] hair fall forward to cover your equally red face. You hated all those eyes pointed in your direction. <br>
    Arthur, however, had seized the opportunity to change the 'z' that Alfred had written in 'recognize' to an 's'. With a triumphant smirk, the Englishman hid the chalk in his hand and called the meeting back to order. <p>
    ~~ <p>
    After everyone had filed out of the room, you remained, slowly making your way to the chalkboard. You wished that you weren't so shy and awkward. Of all the countries, your dear friend Feliciano seemed to be the most opposite to those traits, and you admired him for it. But then again, Alfred also was most definitely not shy at all, although there was a point to which you actually wished he would shut up. <br>You picked up the chalk, staring at the dark slate surface lightly dusted with white smudges, and began to draw. You loved the diversity of your friends at the world meeting and the differences you could portray through art. <br>With light, measured strokes, you began to draw Feliciano, deciding to draw Ludwig and Kiku next. Soon, a nose, mouth, and eyes appeared. One of the ltalian's eyes was open; the other, closed in a little wink. You spent careful minutes on the hair, your favorite part of the drawing. Feli's cute little curl was the detail you added last, ending with a flourish, just as the said ltalian poked his head through the doors. <br>"Hey, _ , are you comin--" <br>He stopped as you jumped about a foot in the air, clutching your heart and dropping the chalk. "Feliciano!" You gasped, leaning against a chair as your pulse slowed. "Don't you dare do that again!" <br>Feli stepped in, worry playing across his features. "Oh, no, bella, did l scare you? I'msosorry! What were you doing? Igotkindaworriedbecauseyouweren'twiththerestandlcameback..." he explained frenetically, looking you up and down as he took your wrist in his hand to feel the fluttering pulse there. You waved him away, explaining that you were fine and that he was forgiven. You pulled out the chair you had been leaning on and sat just as he turned to -- oh, no. You hadn't erased the blackboard. <br>"_, this is beautiful artwork!... ls that me?" He asked you happily, pointing to the drawing while turning to look back at you. <br>"Yes, it's you," you replied to Feliciano, realizing that your pulse was still racing, and not just from the fright earlier. <p>
    ~Scarloke

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 21, 2014

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 23, 2000

    The enchantment of Prince Marvel

    I have recently read this book and i find it to be wonderful and creative. i retreived it through a tori amos website. i read it and came here to write this reveiew. the book is funny with great descripting words that lets you see the pictures in your head as you read. i recommend this book to children of all ages. especially those who believe in fearies.

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    Posted January 28, 2010

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