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Seven Minutes in Heaven-2P! RussiaYou weren't even quite sure how that managed to fit in such a small plastic bag. You held in your hands what looked like a forcet pipe. You immediatly guessed Russia, but his turn had already been taken. But he was the only country you could think of that would own such a thing. A heavy hand on your shoulder made you jolt a little. Whoevers it was, it was large and cold. Even through the gloves they were wearing. You turned round and had to crane your head up a fair way to see who it was.More Like This
He had light brown hair, in a similar fashion to his counterparts, and scarily bright scarlet eyes. The skin underneath them was grey from lack of sleep an
Seven minutes in Heaven- 2P!Italy"Feli? But he's already been..." Alfred said as you looked at a small italian flag. Your brows furrowed, if Feli had already gone, who was this? Unless it was Lovino. You looked round and shook your head. No, it was with (friend). You heard a quiet chuckled and whipped your head round, to be met with the most gorgeous pink eyes you'd ever seen. "Well well well, I've never seen such a girl like-a you before bella~" He said, his strong, italian accent flowing into your ears like melted chocolate, so smooth and lovely.More Like This
He had the same coloured hair as Feli, and the same shade skin. He was wearing a pair of black, skinny jeans and smart shoes, a
Seven minutes in Heaven introHow had you got here? You were sitting in a circle with several other countries. Most of them were drunk, or just stupidly happy, for some reason unknown. You sighed, now you remembered. America had dragged you over to his house for a 'party'. This usually meant everyone would eat burgers and listen to really loud techno. It wasn't your cup of tea to be brutally honest. You would've much rather have stayed at home, cuddled up with a book, but no, 'the hero' had to drag you over for a party...You didn't even want to be here. You had literally got yourself some lunch when he burst through the door and picked you up and slung you over his shouldMore Like This
Teacher!AmericaXStudent!Reader- Extra Credit I yawned, laying my head down on the desk in my American History class. The teacher, Mr.Jones, was currently going on about the Revolutionary War, which seemed to always be hard for him when Mr.Kirkland was near by.More Like This
"Dude, _________, like, head up!" Mr.Jones laughed, tapping the back of my head. My head shot up, well, at least he was nice about it.
"S-sorry, Mr.Jones!"
"_________, would you like, see me after class? I needa talk to ya!"
"Y-yes sir." I nodded, folding my hands in my lap. He was a young teacher, and a lot of female students, and some male student as well, thought he was hot. Don't get me wron
Shy!Reader x Hetalia - New GirlMore Like This
You sighed. He was following you for the third time this week. You didn't know exactly who he was, but you did know that he and his twin brother were in most of your classes. He started whistling 'God Save the queen', which was weird because you knew he was American. 'Why would he be whistling my country's anthem?' you thought to yourself. You decided to figure out why. You spun around on your heel, causing your (h/c) hair to whip your face. He stopped whistling and stood still.
"Hi! The name's Alfred F. Jones, and I'm the hero!" his blue eyes glittered with excitement. He grinned like an idiot and continued, "You're in a couple of my class
Pete's Bad Joke"Hey, Patrick! Wait up!"More Like This
Patrick turned around only to see his longtime friend/lover Pete. Patrick sighed deeply. With a slight tone of aggravation in his voice he retorted bluntly, "What is it this time, Pete?" Pete smirked sinfully and leaned coolly against the wall. "Wanna' here a joke that will literally make you laugh your cute ass off?" Patrick raised an eyebrow at him in suspicion but nodded hesitantly anyways. "Alright, what do Prince and Christmas trees have in common?"
Patrick's mind searched for a ridiculous 'Pete-like' answer, but came up short in the end. "I don't know Pete. . ."
"Their balls are just for
Teen Rydon 1*Ryan's POV*More Like This
Another day, another beating. What the hell else is new? I didn't even see it coming. That's almost impossible considering Trent Collins and his crew were the biggest guys at school. You can hear their thudding footsteps from a mile away. I did have my music blaring, but I should have just looked up to see that the halls had emptied in their wake.
It only took one punch. I kind of thought I was stronger than that, but I've been wrong before. As I desperately covered by face, all I heard was slurred profanities and something about a "fucking fag". I could be paraphrasing.
I should be in geometry right now, but I can't even see
Birthday Memories : Rydon Childish laughter echoes round the kitchen as Ryan chases Spence round the room, demanding candy. "Come on you two, calm down." Mum laughs as she carries my cake over to the table avoiding my two best friends. "No cake." She threatens. Silence. Then a mad rush as the three of us scramble round her feet, pouting and begging for cake.More Like This
"Happy seventh birthday Brenny." Mum smiles as I blow out the candles, handing me a large present wrapped in red and gold. Ryan steals it off me and holds it to his ear, shaking it then giggling as it rattles.
I snatch it back and stick my tongue out at him. Tearing off the paper, I reveal a magic kit. I pounce
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