HETALIAxAMNESIA: STUPID MAGIC Part 2My head pounded me awake as well as some low mumbling. I groaned as I lifted my arm to my head, my eyes still closed. The mumbling had stopped. I slowly opened my eyes. Everything was blurry at first, not much light seemed to be present.HETALIAxAMNESIA: STUPID MAGIC Part 23 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
As my eyes adjusted to the dimness, I realized I was in a bed surrounded by four stone walls. A desk was against one wall and a giant closet against the other. This all looked so familiar
I shot straight up in bed. This wasn't my bed. My apartment wasn't made of stone. Then all of the recent events came back to me. I was buying Pocky and then and then I was chased by a monster from a fictional horror game. How lovely.
Just then, I felt a warm liquid on my forehead. My hand slowly reached up and gently touched the spot it was coming from. I stared at my hand in shock. It was blood. My blood. Without realizing, I had held my breath and my face started turning purple.
"Breath love! Passing out is not going to help!"
I let out a big whoosh and w
HETALIAxAMNESIA: NEW COMER! Part 3HETALIAxAMNESIA: NEW COMER! Part 33 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
I frantically flailed my arms as I fell to the floor, shouting, "NO BRO NO BRO NO BRO!!!" My eyes were shut, not wanting to see my blood spatter everywhere. The monster was shaking me and calling my name?
I opened my eyes to see Arthur kneeling over me, looking worried as ever. Shakily, I sat up.
"W-Where did it go ?" Then something clicked into my mind. That monster wasn't real. IT WAS A FREAKING POOFER. I looked at the closet. The barrel was gone and there was a single bottle of oil left behind. Growling, I snatched up the bottle and stomped over to the desk.
Arthur sighed and got up. "Well. That was a close one " he said with a weak smile.
I glared at him. "I TOLD YOU BARRELS WERE EVIL!!! Ugh " I put the oil in the lamp and handed it to Arthur. "Next time there's a closet, you're opening it!"
He nodded with a nervous smile and gestured toward the door. "So, shall we go?"
I mimicked his gesture and smiled sweetly. "After you~"
Grumbling to himself, h
HETALIAxAMNESIA: A READER INSERT? Part 1I walked down the dark street on my way home from the convenience store. Of course, I had to have my Pocky at 10 at night. As soon as I ran out of that stuff, I had to go buy more. Those things were seriously addicting.HETALIAxAMNESIA: A READER INSERT? Part 13 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Unfortunately for me, I did not think this all the way through. My apartment wasn't all that close to the store. Being so dark, for all I knew, there could be killers, rapists, teleporting naked guys...teleporting naked guys? I shook my head. 'I need to stop watching so much PewDiePie...'
It was cold outside, enough to make me shiver even with a jacket on. Kind of weird since the weather people said it was suppose to be hot all week, day and night. Yet, it was freezing cold like it was Winter!
To make the atmosphere so much more snugly, all the street lamps were off, so it was practically pitch black. Not even the moon was out. 'Maybe they forgot to turn them on...?'
Whatever the reason, it was freaking me out. Paranoia was creeping up on me like a stalker
US x UK - My AngelAlfred was always an curious child. He would sit for hours perhaps in a meadow, in his garden or even by the sea just waiting for something to happen. If it was an UFO or a horse he was intent on seeing I shall never know, though many who know him well may argue it was the UFO. Anyway, I am getting off subject. This is the story of the supernatural. I know what you're thinking "what is the person going on about?" Well, I'll show you. But first I need to paint the scene.US x UK - My Angel5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Young Alfred, dressed in his brothers red hoodie which he managed to sneak out of their double closet was sitting once again in the meadow near his house. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining bright and the grass had never looked greener. Birds were chirping merrily away in the tree's, the slow trickle of water from the lake over the hill could be heard and a light breeze ruffled his blonde hair. The only thing out of place in this meadow was a wand. It was a simple thing. A stick of black with a pointy golden st
12 Days of Hetalia + 112 Days of Hetalia + 12 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hetalia Christmas Song!
By: Alex (me) and Steph (owlhead20)
On the 1st day of Christmas Germany gave to me:
A Prussia in a pear tree
On the 2nd day of Christmas Italy gave to me:
Two bowls of pasta
On the 3rd day of Christmas Japan gave to me:
Three katana swords
On the 4th day of Christmas England gave to me:
Four boxes of scones
On the 5th day of Christmas America gave to me:
FIVE BIG MACS!!!
On the 6th day of Christmas France gave to me:
Six bottles of wine
On the 7th day of Christmas Russia gave to me:
Seven faucet pipes
On the 8th day of Christmas China gave to me:
Eight panda bears
On the 9th day of Christmas Romano gave to me:
Nine pieces of pizza
On the 10th day of Christmas Spain gave to me:
Ten ripe tomatoes
On the 11th day of Christmas Switzerland gave to me:
Eleven sniper guns
On the 12th day of Christmas Canada gave to me:
Twelve maple hugs
Plus 1 more (me: wait, what =.= )
On the 13th day of Christmas the BTT gave to me:
Thirteen bad touches!
Merry Christmas everyo
Milestones: Part 1"YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!"Milestones: Part 15 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The formally peaceful afternoon in the American colonies was shattered by the sudden exclamation. The door of a certain house burst open; scaring the few birds that had gathered on the front lawn and causing them to scatter. They watched from a safe distance as a certain little boy, followed closely by a certain older male, rushed out of the house.
"Stop this foolishness, and get back in the house!" England ordered as he chased after his fleeing brother.
"No!" America stubbornly shot back at him.
The boy was heading for the yard gate and sweet freedom, but England blocked his way at the last second. England made a grab at him. Young America narrowly managed to avoid capture as he ducked, turned, and raced away in the other direction. England cursed under his breath and chased after America again.
The brothers ran about in the yard for a time. America ran back and forth in circles and zig-
:.AmericaxReader: I don't like you, I love you.:You walked down the streets, quietly and cautiously. The sun had just set, and the sky was now a light magenta color, slowly turning purple. You couldn't help but awe at the wonderful scenery. It was quite lovely, especially for it being springtime. A smile stretched out across your face as you continued to walk to your friend Alfred's house. He was expecting you for a night of playing video games and pigging out on junk food. You see, you and Alfred had been friends ever since middle school- 6th grade to be exact. You were the new kid on the block, and most of the kids at school would pick on you for being a newbie. Alfred was the only one that would protect you and watch out for you when bullies came around. That must be why you and him became such amazingly close friends. Now, it was high school, senior year. The last year for everyone to be kids before they went out into the real world.:.AmericaxReader: I don't like you, I love you.:3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You walked up the porch steps of Alfred's house and knocked gently on his oak door. In a flash,
AmericaxReader Save the WorldAmericaxReaderAmericaxReader Save the World3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Who's Gonna Save the World
Who's gonna save the world tonight?
Who's gonna bring it back to life?
It was dark, almost 11:00 P.M. when the library finally kicked you out. You began to walk to the bus stop quickly but carefully. In your right hand, you held your house keys between your fingers, so that you looked like Wolverine. In your left hand, you held the pepper spray your dad gave you when you first went away to school. As you approached the bus stop, you noticed some suspicious figures hanging around. The men were smoking something, talking loudly, and appeared to be drunk. You didn't want to be judgmental, but it seemed prudent to walk along until you found another bus stop.
Sadly, you had no idea where the next closest bus stop was. You walked down a few streets finding none. Eventually after 10 minutes of fruitless searching you noticed you were hopelessly lost. You were in a part of town you didn't know, walking alone
Romano x Reader : Romano's Mansion - PrologueRomano x Reader : Romano's Mansion - Prologue3 years ago in Humor More Like This
AN : This is a crossover between Hetalia, which was originally a web comic and is now a popular Anime series, and Luigi's Mansion, which was released exclusively for the Nintendo Gamecube. I own neither of these, and both have a very special place in my heart
All Characters used (apart from [Name], which is the reader) are all copyright to Hidekazu Himaruya. Luigi's Mansion itself is copyright to Nintendo
Other than that, Enjoy!
Congratulations, Lovino Vargas!
For winning the World's Largest Musical Chairs Competition, you have won the grand prize! A Mansion in the forest, just a stone's throw away from the Graveyard. We have included a map so you can find it!
"Wow, Lovino! That's super lucky!" Feliciano said in that annoying tone of his
I just stared at the letter. I didn't recall entering any contest ... let alone the World's Largest Musical Cha
...What? PrussiaxOblivious!Reader_____ sat in her favorite café, typing away on her laptop. She was pressed for time to finish her term paper for Professor Kirkland. She sipped her (f/f) coffee and took a bite out of her (f/f) muffin when she caught the attention of a certain albino....What? PrussiaxOblivious!Reader3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Oh ja," he whispered to himself. "She's so hot. The Awesome Me is so going over there." He swaggered over to _____'s table and sat in front of her. When she didn't look up from her computer, he cleared his throat. She looked up at him and gave him a warm smile.
"Well hello there," she started. "Can I help you?"
"Ja," he replied. "Do you have a Band-Aid? 'Cause I scraped my knee falling for you," he said with a smirk. _____ pursed her lips.
"I'm sorry, I don't carry Band-Aids with me. I'm sure you can ask someone who works here to get you one out of the first aid kit!" She smiled at him and went back to her term paper.
'Whoa!' he thought. 'She totally ignored my ice-breaker!' He considered a straightfo
Hetalia Host Club: Starting Today, You Are a Host!STOP! DON'T READ THIS STORY OR FAVE IT OR ANYTHING! Please go here --> http://fav.me/d5yhsgv It's an updated version. c: Thank you!Hetalia Host Club: Starting Today, You Are a Host!3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school, Hetalia Gauken Academy. The Hetalia Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Gauken Academy's elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful.
"Starting today, you are a Host!" Part 1
Since Gauken Academy was a school only for the richest of students, it would be hard to believe that an "average Joe" person attended this fancy academy. She went by the name of ______ Łukasiewicz. ______ was a very smart and bright young lady. She aced every test and homework assignment with flying colors. Her cross-dressing father, Feliks Łukasiewicz saw much potential in her a
:.AmericaxReader: All In My Head.:You sat in class, bored as usual. It was History, your least favorite. It wasn't like the teacher cared or not if you paid attention, since the teacher never paid any attention to you. In fact, no one in the school paid any mind or attention to you. You were as invisible as air. Or like Matthew Williams, who was in the same situation you were. Because of that, you both grew to become good friends. You both had depression problems, and felt nice to finally have someone to talk to about your feelings and whatnot.:.AmericaxReader: All In My Head.:3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As you spent more and more time around Matthew, you learned that he had a brother around his age, but exceeded a grade. His name was Alfred F. Jones, the schools star quarterback. Just like every football player, he was quite popular with the ladies. Even though you were friends with his brother, you could never get close to Alfred. And, like everyone else at the school, he would completely ignore you or walk past you. Every time he did so, you're heart sunk a little deeper in y
A Fairy Comfort"Damn you!" Arthur yelled as Francis got another hard scrape across his shoulder. He let one hand stray from the hilt of his sword as he felt blood beginning to seep through his shirt. He and Francis were in their usual scraps only this one had actually caught Arthur off guard. He had already suffered minor wounds such as a few scrapes, cuts, and one very large cut that snaked its way down the front of his leg. Arthur, on the other hand, practically threw his sword at the other, nearly losing his grip on it but succeeded, not only making him back up, but in making a nice, large cut in the Frenchman. When he too started bleeding, Arthur made the attempt at ending the fight quickly so he could get help for his injured arm and leg. His attempt, instead, got him clotheslined.A Fairy Comfort4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His sword gleamed as he aimed at Francis' hip with the flat of the blade, aiming to knock him over, knock him out, and leave him there to get help for himself. But Francis saw this coming, or at least the first part o
2P-GermanyxReader part 22P- GermanyxReader2P-GermanyxReader part 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A year had past since you had been sent into the past. A year living with Lutz. A man you had come to love (despite his perverted personality).
"Kätzchen." He whined from the couch, "Get me a beer! Ze talk show is about to come on!!"
He was fiddling with the large radio that sat next to the couch.
The talk show. A.K.A Propaganda crap. You didn't know how he was able to listen to that crap. Luckily for you, you didn't understand half the stuff the commentator guy said.
"You already had two." You didn't bother getting up from your spot on the small chair.
"Kätzchen!!!!" He whined again, glaring at you. You glared back. You hated when his breath smelled of beer. It was almost as bad as when he ate wurst.
He grumbled something ,running a hand through his perfectly slicked back hair. The show came on. You blocked out the sound of the guy's whiny voice.
"It's been over a year since ve met." Lu
Canad(i)axReader: When dorks collide!!!Canad(i)axReader: When dorks collide!!!3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was first period, and you sat in the back of class watching as the new student introduced himself. He was cute, with longish-blond hair that had a wierd curl and violet eyes hidden behind thick-rimmed glasses, much like your own. You blushed a bit and looked away as your eyes connected. You decided to just listen and stop gawking at the guy. You could barely hear what he was saying, partially because his voice was so quiet, but mostly because the rest of the class had already forgotten him and drowned him out. You managed to hear a faint "I-i'm Matthew W-williams, and I'm from C-canada...." But the rest was drowned out by the chatter. Finally, the boy resigned and went to sit down in an empty seat.
"Pssst!" You tried to ge this attention.
"Pssst! Matthew, right?"
He blinked at you and nodded. You motioned for him to you and he smiled, almost in relief, as he plopped down in the seat on your left. You stuck your hand out shakily. You had never done well with guys even (especially) wh
US x UK - SwitchedArthur POVUS x UK - Switched5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was morning. I could tell that from the light streaming through the window, it warmed my face. It was nice. It was hardly ever sunny in England. I ran a hand through my hair absent-mindedly as I stretched myself out of my slumber. Hmm, maybe time for a haircut. It seemed to have grown an inch over night. I just shrugged; my hair had always grown abnormally fast.
Swinging my legs round the side of the bed my feet found the floor quickly, making me totter a few steps forwards until I regained my balance. I couldn't have got taller: that was ridiculous. I wouldn't admit it to anyone but I use reading glasses, it helps my eyes focus. It took me a few minutes to place them but eventually I got them secured upon my face. Grabbing the dressing gown that hung on the back of the door I made my way downstairs.
I think I must have been drunk, or hungover at the very least, because I was 90% sure this wasn't my house.
"Shit" I grumbled, looking around for any sort of clue that might
US x UK-The Snitchel Discovery"Hey England did you know France makes fruit tarts which are glazed on the top? They taste soooo good" America looked up questioningly from the cook book he was skimming throughUS x UK-The Snitchel Discovery5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Don't mention that frog's name. But yes, I do know. Do you know Germany makes stroodle?"
"Like toaster stroodle?"
"Oh.. so.. the little man in a chef's hat lies?"
"What? Oh whatever, never mind"
America propped the book up on the armchair and leant over the arm to look at England, who was stitching up one of Alfred's favourite shirts after he'd managed to rip it.. again.
"I think I saw Stroodle in a film once. That film Hoodwinked about cartoon Red Riding Hood.. but it was like something on a stick"
He poked Arthur in the cheek with his finger and smiled as he saw a blush coming to the Britten's cheeks.
"No. That would be a snitchel. A stroodle is pastry with fruit layered through it. Much like a pie, but rolled up into an almost tube"
GermanyXReader ForeverGermanyXReader Forever2 years ago in Romance More Like This
(A Long time ago)
You strolled down the empty hallway and smiled softly, gently you placed a hand on the shoulder of one of the maids. The castle was bustling with excitement and preparations for the ball that would be held later that evening. Elaborate decorations and portraits lined the walls while statues were shined and instruments were being tuned. The chiefs were busy cooking and the castle smelled delicious to say the least while maids rushed around cleaning every inch of the castle. "Excuse me, do you know if Lord Gilbert is in his room?" you asked her quietly. The maid looked nervous as she stopped her cleaning. "Oh Princess ___, yes my lady, he is in his room. He just finished his fencing practice," she explained. You nodded and thanked her as you continued down the hall to the room you had visited many times when you had been younger. You raised a hand up and knocked on the wood gently, even with such a quiet knock Gilbert heard it and yanked the door open with a big gr
Request - Prussia x Reader : DisappearRequest - Prussia x Reader : Disappear3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Gilbert wondered down the street, taking in everything as he passed by. He wanted to see his beloved country one last time before he vanished. He hated this ... he never imagined he was going to disappear like Holy Rome and Germania before him, yet it was going to happen. He thought one last visit to [Name] would be a good idea as well. Luckily for him, she was living with his brother Ludwig at the time because she had no where else to go. He sighed and approached the house, trying not to cry on the way there because that would have been an un-awesome thing to do in public. He considered himself far too awesome for tears, so he tried to fight them as he walked to Ludwig's house. When he got there, he knocked on the door quietly. [Name] answered the door and she smiled at him. That smile broke his heart, because he knew that within moments, he would no longer be able to see it
"[Name] ... Ich liebe dich ..." He said with a straight face
"Huh? What's with the sudden confession?" She aske
Hetalia A Gentlemen's First Kiss"So Britain!" America started his voice loud as usual. "Who was your first kiss?~"Hetalia A Gentlemen's First Kiss3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
England's face flushed a burning pink as he slipped into his memories.
A younger Britain was walking deep in the middle of a forest. Not saying a word or stopping to chat to his magical friends, he was headed to the heart of the forest- where there was a plain, which only had one, big, but really old tree. Getting closer to the heart, England could see a figure sitting in front of the tree. The Englishman's eyes sparkled as his pace quicken to the figure. As he entered the heart, he returned his old pace, calming to greet the man, who was reading a book in a foreign Language. As England's shadow blocked the sun's view for the figure, the man looked up, pushed his long blonde hair out of his face, and smiled. The man's cool blue eyes were as calm as ever as he greeted, "Bonjour Angleterre~ "
England nodded. He wondered how this man could keep such Icy eyes, AND yet, have such a warm impression. "France, c
ItaPan- The Bittersweet- Ch. 0ItaPan- The Bittersweet- Ch. 04 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya and I own no part of it.
Germany looked behind Japan. "Oh no " He looked stressed.
Japan turned his head to see what was wrong. He couldn't see anything that concerned the creation of the Axis Powers.
"What is it, Doitsu-san?" The island nation's dark brown eyes scanned the scene. Nothing unusual... except "Wait a minute, what's that ?" There seemed to be a small commotion in the crowd behind him.
Germany rubbed his forehead, his eyes shut tight. "That would be Italia "
Japan looked distraught. "That man with red hair? The one that is conversing with all the women over there ?! How rude He came here to form an alliance, not to pick up a date !"
Germany sighed. "Yes, I am very sorry I'll go get him. Excuse me " The blond man moved past Japan. He took the younger man's arm roughly and led him to where Japan stood quietly.
"Veeee~! Doitsu, Doitsuuuuu!
ItaPan Fanfiction and DoodleItaPan Fanfiction and Doodle4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
//DISCLAIMER: Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya and I own no part of it.//
Germany, Italy, and Japan were visiting an abandoned mansion that was said to be haunted by ghosts and demons. There was no electricity in the building, so each of the Axis members had brought along flashlights.
There were many rooms in the mansion, with dark twisting hallways connecting them. As the mansion hadn't had visitors in decades, it was musty and old, with unstable floorboards and crumbly walls, but it could hold up for a while longer. Only a couple windows were built into the entire structure, so sunlight only pushed its way into a few dark corners.
Italy and Japan were wandering around the hallways, looking for Germany. An incident involving Italy getting scared in the dark and running away then Japan chasing after him had occurred earlier, and the two had lost Germany's location, and both their flashlights in the process.
"Nihon.... Are you still there?" Italy asked the darkness, h
Tectonik!USUK X Reader: Bodyguards VITectonik 6Tectonik!USUK X Reader: Bodyguards VI3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"So this is where you are, Alfred" said the man.
"Mom! Dad! What are you two doing here?!"
'Mom...? Dad...?' you wondered, utterly confused.
"And Arthur is here also" Arthur's mom said.
"Why you suddenly left the house without telling us?" Arthur's dad asked.
"You know my answer..." Arthur looked away.
"You insolent child! Your going to be the next head of our Company so you should take care of yourself more!"
"I don't care about my position, I just want to live normally"
"U-Uhm, Mr. Kirkland... I don't think this is the time yelling at Arthur and worrying about his position" you said confidently.
"You don't have any right to say that, young lady"
"Yes I have"
"I'm (First name) (Last name) Next head of (Last name) group, the one who invested to your company"
Next, your parents came...
You looked at your back. "Mom?! Dad?!"
"__!!! Are you okay?" your mom asked.
'What the hell is this? Wh
.:What's Hidden Behind a Mask:. Chapter 1Chapter 1.:What's Hidden Behind a Mask:. Chapter 13 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Let's go! You're going to be late!" Scott, Arthur's older brother, yelled up the stairs. It was Arthur's first day in a new school in a new country. What compelled Arthur's parents to move to America right before his senior year of high school he had no clue. He would have loved to finish high school in England. He didn't have too many to miss or be missed by, but he loved his home country. As soon as they moved to America, the summer right before Arthur began his last year of school, he wasn't too sure he would like the country.
Regardless, he pulled on that mask and jogged down the stairs.
"Sorry " he said as he followed Scott out to the car. Scott was going to attend his third year in college. Arthur's school was on the way to the university so Scott was going to drop Arthur off. Even if he didn't want to.
"What were you doing? Fixing your make-up?" he laughed. "Jesus A