Too Late Bully!AmericaXDead!ReaderI, Alfred F. Jones, don't get it, I really don't. Despite being bullied all the time for her good grades and coke bottle glasses, ____ was always so pleasent, so upbeat.
She's the last person I would have expected to commit suicide.
Through their tears, her parents said that, in her suicide letter, the reason why she killed herself is because of the bullying she had to put up with every day she went to school. Those words made my blood run cold, because I was one of the bullies who pushed her to do that, the ring leader actually. From name calling to groping, she certainly got it all, though you could never tell it hurt her by that sappy smile she always had plastered to her face when she told people she was fine.
That fact probably makes it even more disrespectful to stand before her grave as I do now. Rain started to fall, the drops sliding down my blond locks and hitting the grass below, but I hardly cared; the rain mixed quite well with my tears.
Only You CanadaXArtist!ReaderThere was no sound to be heard. No screams, no gossip, giggles and whining were scarcly heard, if that.Only You CanadaXArtist!Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was, in your opinion, the best time of the day. After all, how could you focus on drawing when the girl who sits next to you in history won't shut up about Alfred's ass?
Oh yes, being in the art room, with a pad and a pencil, accompanied by that beautiful golden silence, was absolutly amazing. Well, it was silent, until the door was violently thrown open and the clack of three identical hot pink high heels echoed through the nearly deserted art room. Tearing your eyes away from the scetch pad, you looked up at the girls, and met three identical females with identical smirks plastered to their makeup covered faces. Ok, maybe they weren't completly identical, but all popular girls looked the same to you.
The tallest of the girls, with long blond hair and bright blue eyes, stepped forward and glanced at your scetch pad with a sneer. "Wh
Leave Me Alone! Bully!2p!CanadaXNerd!Reader"Hey! Four eyes!"Leave Me Alone! Bully!2p!CanadaXNerd!Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You flinched at the nickname but you grit your teeth and tightened your hold on your books, determined not to look at him. Grin and bear it, as your mother used to say.
"Hey, four eyes! I'm talking to you!"
God, why couldn't he just leave you alone?! You saw all the girls in your class fangirl over that jerk, though you didn't understand why at all. Sure, he was Canadian, but what differance did that make?
God, how you hated him. You hated that stupid, shit eating grin of his, that stupid Canadian accent, and his stupid I'm better than you attitude. To top it all off, he felt the need to bully you constantly and remind you why you were part of the unpopular crowd. Oh yes, you loathed him, and you were starting to get sick of his bullshit.
You felt a hand slam down on your shoulder and you whipped around, your patience wearing thin. Sure enough, you came face-to-face with jock Matthew Williams and his usual goddamn grin, long blond hair pulled b
Popular!PrussiaxShy!Artistic!Reader~RequestThe halls were quiet. No sounds of squeaking shoes, shouts from the football team, talking and mumbles of the students, slamming lockers or the annoying giggling coming from the 'popular' girls. It was the only time of the day you really liked, and pretty much the only time you could actually focus of your work.Popular!PrussiaxShy!Artistic!Reader~Request2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Scribbling down your finished sketch, taking a moment to admire your work, it wasn't long before some random girl snatched it and took a nice glance at it.
"Whose this supposed to be?" she laughed sarcastically, however you knew to all well she couldn't do any better.
"It's a drawing.." you replied, wishing you had the ability to just reach up and grab it back. "May I please have it back?"
She darted her eyes between you and the paper, before laughing out loud again.
"Why would I do that?" she flipped the sketch back and forth in her hands, lucky for you she still had no idea who the sketch was actually of.
"Because I..need it.." you mumbled, however it didn't convince her.
Goodbyes: America x ReaderGoodbyes: America x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“No,” you said with a small smile on your face that the blond could tell was fake, “I hate goodbyes. They’re pointless, when I’m going to see you again soon. Only if I was actually never going to see you would I say something like that.”
Alfred stared at you, confused for a moment, then said with a toothy grin, “Until we meet again, then, _____!”
“Yeah, I’ll see you!” you said, a wider, truer smile gracing your face and making Alfred swell with happiness.
You hated goodbyes. There was no point to them, and you always made a point of saying so. Alfred loved watching your face light up as he remember and told you that you would meet him again.
He remembered how your face fell on that last day. Alfred couldn’t tell what was on your mind that day, but now he had a pretty good guess as to why you stuttered in your reply, “G-Goodbye, Alfie.”
Alfred had been to that little field full of wildflowers the two o
Bully!America x Geek!Reader (chapt. 1)DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN YOU OR HETALIA!Bully!America x Geek!Reader (chapt. 1)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You were the school geek. You had large, black, geek glasses, and your _(insert hair color here)_ hair was usually tied in a sloppy bun or ponytail. Today, you wore the usual tees-and-jeans, and held your textbooks close to youtrying to avoid all the many pair of eyes that looked at you.
"Hey, watch out, nerd!"
"Eeeew, get away from me!"
You kept walking. Trying to block all sounds, you kept walking. Then you ran. You looked at your feet as you did so. You hate to see people in their eyes. That's why you had the glasses. You felt like they somewhat protected you from the outside world, like the frame of a T.V. screen. Then you felt someone gently pull on your arm.
"Oh, Arthur! How are you?"
The blonde had worried looks in his emerald eyes. He was your friend. You guys don't actually quite know each other. Arthur was kind, and had tried to protect you and comfort you from those annoying voices, but you just
AmericaxReader: I Don't Wanna Grow Up!AmericaxReader: I Don't Wanna Grow Up!2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I Don’t Wanna Grow Up!
“Hey Alfred!” you hollered and waved an arm after patting some more snow on you and your little sister’s snow man.
“Hey, ______! What’s up, brah?” Alfred answered, jaywalking from his mailbox to your side of the street, but he still looked both ways.
“Nothing much; Maddy and I are making a snowman.” You answered as he walked into your front lawn, leaving fresh tracks.
“He’s ruining the snow!!!” Your sister, Maddy, gasped, pointing at him accusingly.
Alfred stopped where he was and held up his hands in defense. This was common between them and you knew what was next. He got his sneaky smirk on his face and shrugged his shoulders.
“Oh my, seems I have officer Maddy. BUT YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO CATCH ME COPPER!&
The Last Night AmericaXDepressed!ReaderYou came to me with scars on your wrist,The Last Night AmericaXDepressed!Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You told me this would be the last night feeling like this,
"You little whore!" Your mother screamed as she threw a glass at you, which you narrowly dodged. "Get out!"
Choking back a sob, you snatched your jacket and flew out the door, slamming it harshly behind you. Tears blurred your vision as you ran mindlessly through the street, though it didn't hurt as much as it used to; your heart had been shattered so many times you didn't really feel it anymore.
Slowing your pace, you looked up at the familier, brightly lit house in front of you. A shaky smile plastered to your bruised face, you gently knocked on his door. The door flew open and you came face-to-face with a grinning blond American. "Hey, du-!" But his voice faltered as he looked at you closer.
Bruises and scratch marks tainted your face, one of your eyes swollen shut. "What-What happened to you?"
"Oh, you know......" You let out
Popular!America x Nerd!Reader - Remembered Ch.1Popular!America x Nerd!Reader - Remembered Ch.12 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were in English class, attempting to write a five paragraph Jane Schaffer essay on Shakespeare. Writing essays were your worst skill, let alone Jane Schaffer essays. You struggled to write words onto the paper, straining your brain to actually think of something to put onto the paper, but your attempt was in vain. Finally taking five minutes minutes to write just one sentence, you were able to conclude your essay. You looked up at the clock above the white board in the front of the room; it left you with five minutes to spare.
Your lips curled into a smile as you stood up and walked to the teacher's desk. You aligned the two papers you used together and with a strong punch, the two sheets were stapled together. You quickly handed your essay to your teacher with shaky hands, hoping he wouldn't think it was too terrible, and shuffled back to your desk.
You sat softly into the desk, careful not to make the least bit of noise because some people were still writing. You looked around th
Too Little, Too Late. (AmericaXReader)You hated the fact that you were standing here. He had been your best friend since childhood, had seen you at your best and at your worst. From scraped knees to broken hearts, he had helped you though it all, it was almost inevitable that you would fall head over heels in love with the jovial, easygoing Alfred F. Jones.Too Little, Too Late. (AmericaXReader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But now you were being forced to watch him marry another woman.
You had to listen to him to him go on and on about her, as if the world itself revolved around her. You had to listen to every painstaking detail about how he proposed, and about how she said yes, and he never saw your pain or your heartbreak. Your best friend-the love of your life-was too absorbed in his own happiness to notice the pain he was putting you through.
You faithfully stood at his side, playing the part of the “best woman” because Alfred wouldn’t have anyone else at his side. We’re best friends, he had said, and I want you up there. So there you were, wearing a comical dr
AmericaXDying!Reader: He Understands You pull up your stockings and push your feet into your shoes, dressing for school, while sitting on the edge of your bed.AmericaXDying!Reader: He Understands2 years ago in Drama More Like This
You can’t stay at home for another day. You know that there isn’t much time left and, regardless of what everyone says, you have to see the world one final time.
You pick up your backpack and open your bedroom door. The house is still, telling you that your parents are asleep.
You tip toe down the stairs and to the front door, where you hesitate for a moment.
“I can’t just leave them…”
You turn around, deciding to tell them that you’re off for school when you see your mother coming down the steps.
“Where are you going?” She asks worriedly, her night dressings fluttering around her.
“To school,” You say as brightly as you can. She hurries over to you.
“You’re too sick to go to school,”
“I’m feeling fine, mother, really!”
“You can’t go,” she
Video Games AmericaXReaderHe'd found it!Video Games AmericaXReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
His baby blue eyes were sparkling as he looked over the video game gleefully. He'd finally found it! It'd taken him weeks of searching this his large as his appatite house, but somehow Alfred F. Jones found Super Mario Bros buried in his top secret hamburger stash.
Well, he knew exactly what to do now: go over to the house of his video game bro, ____, pop that fucker in, and play until he could no longer use empty Mountain Dew bottles to release his piss(something Alfred had to do more than once on his gamer days)
Lazy fatass though he might be, when he had motivation(or a coupon for a free Big Mac) Alfred could run pretty damn fast, so it was no surprise that he was at your house in no time. Being Alfred, he didn't bother knocking and invited himself inside. "Hey bro, I finally found it! Let's go play!" He recieved no response, seeing as no one was on the first floor.
He assumed you were in your room and ran upstairs. What he didn't assume was that you
Jerk!AmericaxReader Oneshot Classroom Callouts...Jerk!AmericaxReader Oneshot Classroom Callouts...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jerk!AmericaxReader Oneshot Classroom Callouts...
Censor for language is already on. Please use your imagination if you'd like to use other words. Thank you!
Today sucked royally for you. First, you slept through your alarm so you were almost late to school. Next, another jerk from [second least favorite class] tripped you in the hallway. You also forgot your homework for third hour in your locker and your teacher wouldn't let you go get it. And now, you're just having a bad day. In a permanent bad mood until you get home.
And the worst part is that all your friends are just running away from you claiming "They know how you get when you're angry and they don't want to mess with it." It figures. You're a nice person. Life of the party when you go out(which isn't very often) and a sarcastic, crack up. Very funny person in short. But the one thing people can never see past to this "cool" side of you is the fact that you take school seri
Love is Blind - 2P!America x Shy!Blind!ReaderBeing blind made her vulnerable. Innocent to all the evilin the world. Oblivious to all the chaos there was. It made her shy. Despite being blind, she was always able to see the good in people. Some people? They weren't good. That's where he came in. He wasn't good, yet he still protected her. Something about her made him want to protect that innocence. He wanted to preserve her purity, so she wouldn't have to witness the crueties of the world, like he did. The last thing he wanted was to see her hurt. His name? Alfred F. Jones. His mission in life? To protect [First Name] [Last Name].Love is Blind - 2P!America x Shy!Blind!Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hey! I'm home." Alfred called, entering his small, trashy apartment. He made his way to the living room. "Welcome back, Al..." [Name] greeted in a whisper. She sat on the floor of his living room, a small music box in her lap. One of Alfred's old trinkets. "Is that what ya do all day? Sit on the floor listening to that stupid music box?" He asked, sprawling out on the couch behind the girl
IrlFanReaderxEngland My stalker and meYou weren't sure how you got here.IrlFanReaderxEngland My stalker and me2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Could it be one of the various wishes you made for this? The one on your birthday cake? The one on a shooting star? Or maybe it was the one you made in a wishing well.
You really couldn't care less at this point. Somehow, someway, you had made it into the Hetalia universe.
You pinched yourself jut to make sure you weren't dreaming. Not that you believed in that shit; you could recall plenty of times you got hurt in your dreams. It was just the only thing you could think to do.
You banged your head on a nearby tree just for some extra insurance. That really hurt. So you decided it was the real deal.
Now would probably be a good time to explain how you knew you were in the Hetalia universe and not just another anime. Without really noticing your presence , England and Japan walked right past you.
England walked right past you.
Your heart fluttered, jumped, did a backflip, and then raced.
What a lucky day this was turning out to be for
AmericaXxXxShy!Reader"Okay class, we have a new student today." The teacher announced.AmericaXxXxShy!Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Is it a girl or a boy?"
"Is he hot?"
"Is she hot?"
"Where are they?"
"Okay that's enough!" The teacher yelled.
"You people are so rambunctious! You're going to scare the poor girl away."
A couple girls groaned.
The teacher walked to the door and opened it.
"You can come in now." He said softly.
She hesitated, standing at the door fiddling with her fingers.
"C-can I j-just stay out h-here?" The students heard her whisper.
The teacher laughed a little.
"Oh come now, love. How do you suppose you're going to learn if you stay out there?"
She thought about this for a second before coming to her conclusion.
"A c-camera…and t-TV?" She whispered.
"It's going to be alright. Come on."
She looked doubtful for a couple seconds, and then she slowly walked into the class with her head down.
"Okay, love. Introduce yourself."
You started playing with the bottom of you school uniform skirt.
"Speak up, love.
Popular!America x Nerd!Reader - Remembered Ch.5Popular!America x Nerd!Reader - Remembered Ch.52 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Mr.Kirkland?" You questioned with a confused look on your face.
"Ah, Arzhur!" Mr.Bonnefoy grinned, standing up and walking over to the Brit to give him a hug, only for the gesture to be returned with coldness and an arm extended out to prevent the Frenchman from coming any closer. "I'm glad you came, Arzhur dear!" He sang joyfully, though it seemed like the Brit wasn't as happy to see him.
"Get away from me, you frog! I'm not here for you!" The Englishman sneered, pushing his French coworker onto his bum.
Mr.Bonnefoy lightly placed a hand over his heart, fake tears streaming from his eyes (Where'd he get fake tears? o_O). "You wound me, Arzhur! You wound me so!" He cried dramatically.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, wanker," Mr.Kirkland rolled his eyes and stepped on Mr.Bonnefoy's stomach harshly, making his way over to your bedside. His previous sneer was gone and was replaced by a warm smile. "How are you, dear?"
"I'm...okay," you replied slowly, left utterly confused by the recent incident.
Bullied!FranceXReader(With some Punk!England)"Pervert!"Bullied!FranceXReader(With some Punk!England)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Francis Bonnefoy grit his teeth, using all his will power to keep from turning around and giving those bastards a piece of his mind. Sure, Francis was a litte.....Overpassionate, but did that give them the right to call him a rapist? No, it most certainly did not!
He didn't bother correcting them anymore, though. He just learned to grin and bear it, for there was nothing else he could do. It's not like his teachers gave two shits either way, and his parents.........Well, his relationship with them wasn't the pleasent of most, and he had a feeling going to them for his personal problems would only make them worse.
Just grin and bear it, he reminded himself.
"You creeper, how many girls have you raped today?"
Grin......Grin and bear it.
Francis had been counting to 10 in French, his mother language, trying to calm down, when a hand slammed down on his shoulder. Francis whipped around, no longer able to ke
Nice Guys America x Reader~'Nice guys finish lastNice Guys America x Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
that's, why I'll treat you like trash
It's not what I really want to do but
You only date bad guys so, I'll give it my best try
to treat you the way you want me to'~
You were so excited for your with your long time crush, Alfred. He was always so sweet and happy all the time. You loved it! It would be good for you to get back into the dating game. It was a month after breaking up with that egotistic Prussian! He was considered a 'player' or a 'bad boy'.
You wore your (f/c) top with your (f/c) skirt and black heels. You curled your (h/l) (h/c) and put in your lucky hair clip.
Once you were ready to go, it was about time for Alfred to pick you up. He arrived about 30 minutes later and irritatingly knocked on your apartment door. You answered it with a smile but it faded in shock when you saw what he was wearing. His dress shirt was half open with a shiny gold chain attached. His ripped blue jeans falling off his waist and his nike sneakers covered in dirt.
Coming back (AmericaXChild Reader)You sat on England's lap, happily pointing at the pictures in the book he was reading from. "Yes, he's cute isn't he?" You nodded vigorously, stars in your eyes as you stared at the watercolour. You heard the doorbell ring and you scrambled up to get it.Coming back (AmericaXChild Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hopping, you tried to get a hold of the door handle, but you were just too small to reach. Impatiently, you pouted until England walked over to you chuckling. You were burning with curiosity to know who it was; England didn't have a lot of guests over.
You liked that one black-haired man, he always blushed when you hugged him and often gave you dress-up clothes. Was it him?
"Dude, what took you so long?" Well, that wasn't that same quiet voice you remembered, but it could be him. "Kikuuuu!" You cried, holding onto his leg.
The man chuckled as he met your prying (e/c) eyes. "Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not Japan." He told you as he stooped down to your level, ruffling your hair. You pouted again, glaring at him and poking hi
An Alternate Burger (AmericaxReader)"You what?" Alfred screamed and nearly spit out his hamburger. "Yeah, I'm a vegetarian," you replied coolly. "How?! Meat is so yummy, bro!" Alfred retorted while digging into his succulent Big Mac. He thought you were crazy. How could anyone reject meat?!An Alternate Burger (AmericaxReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You just shrugged and walked to the kitchen, looking for things to eat that weren't filled with meat. Luckily, you found some potato chips and started to munch on them. Alfred stared at you, still in shock. If you weren't Matthew's best friend, then he would have dragged you to McDonald's and made you try everything there. Of course, that wasn't the only reason. He thought you were attractive too. When Alfred first met you, he thought you were Matthew's girlfriend and was extremely jealous. Imagine the heart attack of joy he had when he learned you weren't.
Alfred stared his burger, immersed in his thoughts. He was about to make a very rash decision. Was it worth it? Well, if it won you over, then it was
Bully! America x Depressed! Reader-Never Forget p2A/N: cussing, sad stuff dont like dont readBully! America x Depressed! Reader-Never Forget p22 years ago in Drama More Like This
The next week, Alfred dragged you from your home and back to school. But, not before helping you heal yourself.
A loud knock assulted your door.
"Good Morning _______! It's time to get up!"
You groaned. "Go home Jones!" you shouted back.
He laughed and kicked open your door and waltzed into your bedroom. He lift you up in his arms and kissed your forehead. "There is no time for that now ______! We have a big week planned before you go back to school!"
Your (e/c) snapped open. "What?! I'm not going back there!" you yelled thrashing in his arms. He was unaffected and continued.
"First and for most, I'm going to help you getting your eating habits back on track and but you some *bio oil for your scars."
You scowled and looked away. "Why are you doing this?"
Alfred smiled and kissed you softly. You watched his eyes flutter closed as he pressed his lips harder to your
Dark Side 2p!AmericaXReader 3Thick, hot tears silently streaked down your flushed cheeks as you watched Arthur's casket be lowered into the ground.Dark Side 2p!AmericaXReader 32 years ago in Horror More Like This
Al noticed your tears and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. You shot Al a watery smile, grateful for the comfort, though it faded the moment reality hit you. Arthur Kirkland, your beloved boyfriend, was dead. He was dead, and he wasn't coming back. The shock hadn't hit you the first time you saw his broken, bloody body. Not even the lack of emotion in his green eyes convinced you.
But now, now that you saw his body buried, you knew he was dead. Pulling away from Al's grasp, you slowly walked over to Arthur's grave, almost as if you were in a trance, and knelt down. "I'm sorry, Arthur." You whispered, trying to force a shakey smile, for the sake of your dearly departed boyfriend. "I love you so much."
Then your breath hitched, tears began to fall once again and, before you knew it, you were sobbing your heart out.
It took Al quite
Reader x America- Twinkies Death You were sitting at home when you heard about hostess shutting down. As soon as you heard, you counted down from three. When you hit zero, a certain American was standing at your door.Reader x America- Twinkies Death2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Dude, do you have any Twinkies?" He asked, already heading to your kitchen.
You rushed ahead of him saying, "Not to my knowledge, but I have some Submarinos that Antonio gave me."
Al opened your pantry and grabbed the box of Twinkies that you had hidden for the Zombie Apocalypse You tackle him to the ground and wrestled the box away from him then stood up. Slowly you backed away from him.
"Give me the f-ing twinkles," he growled, nearing you. "Come on____. I won't bug you again for food."
You shook your head and ducked under his arms when he tried to grab you. As you run out of the room you shouted, "Just eat the Submarinos!"
The American answer was, "I don't want any Mexican Twinkies! I'll
Bully! America x Depressed! Reader - Never ForgetA/N: kinda sorta sad and involves self harming! no like? NO READ!Bully! America x Depressed! Reader - Never Forget2 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Go to Hell!"
These were the constant insults that invaded your mind every day. You don't know why everyone picked on you. Perhaps they found it fun to see you in pain. The sadistic glow in their eyes when they push you to the ground was enough to know they didn't care.
"Hey loser! Watch where you're going!" sneered a girl with blonde hair. She shoved passed you and moved towards her group of friends. They all looked at you, whispered, and laughed.
You continued walking to history class and took your usually seat in the front row. As you begun flipping through your notes, you were flicked in the back of the head. You turned around to see Alfred Jones. Oh how you loathed him. He was the first person to start picking on you. He made everyone else too. His wheat blonde hair and bright blue eyes make you t