Master, I Love YouWarnings: Crack... so cracky I don't even know...
The world meetings were always boring and not nearly awesome enough for him to even care, yet he still insisted in going along. Prussia sighed when he arrived home from the latest meeting, tired and slightly annoyed. Of course, the ex-nation didn't have to go to these meetings but he went anyway so he could annoy the other countries.
Germany had decided to leave with Italy that afternoon so Prussia had the house to himself. He hung his jacket up on the hanger by the door and walked straight into the kitchen and grabbed himself a cold beer from the fridge. Savouring the taste, he smiled to himself and allowed himself to relax as he took another swig then walked into the living room. This cold beer and a few hours on the X-Box should be enough to make him feel relaxed, right?
However, he was not expecting to find another person sitting on the couch.
Wearing next to nothing, might I add.
Prussia spat out his beer in shock and his crimso
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Werewolf!EnglandxReader - Call Me What You May
7:00 AM, Monday
You just moved in to a homely neighboorhood.
Your family couldn't keep up with the bills last month, so both of your parents had to get extra jobs.
And now you were forced into a new home and a new school.
Even though your new school was public, it had uniforms just like a private school.
For guys, it was a basic white dress shirt, and black pants.
But for the girls, we had to wear a white blouse, and a short black plaid skirt.
It was if they wanted you to wear revealing clothes!
The only good part to the uniform, was that you could add anything you wanted on top of it.
Once you changed into your annoying uniform, and packed up your school bag, you headed out the door.
You didn't bother to wake up your parents to say good-bye, because you knew every day they worked late into the night.
You took one last look at your small, new house, and prepared yourself for your first day of this school.
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This is my very first reader insert. please tell me what you think!
It was that time of year again. Every year my crazy American high school would put on a student exchange program and send one of the students in my class to go to some foreign country and we get one of that country's students. I wasn't picked this year to go, again. Only a student with excellent grades and GPA could be worthy of going to school in another country for a whole year. Blah, blah, blah. My freshman year a Japanese student joined my class, his name was Kiku Honda. He was quiet, smart and serious but incredibly popular mostly amongst my female peers. During my sophomore year an English boy named Arthur Kirkland came around for the school year. He was very handsome and a gentleman. Of course, he was always swarmed by girls in my class so I didn't get to interact with him either. A French boy came during my junior year, his name was Franc
Punk! EnglandxReader: American Idiot"Rise and a shine-a (name)! It's-a time to get up!"More Like This
You heard you roomate Feliciano call, you were slightly annoyed having him wake you up at 8am on a Saturday, but the smell of breakfast lured you out of your cave of blankets.
Feliciano had been a childhood friend, but when you were about 8 you moved to the UK. Now, 10 years later, you ran into him again, and he is now living with you in your apartment.
"Alright Feli, hold your horses, I'm coming."
You call as you groggily get out of bed. You make your way to your dresser and grab your great britain flag tank top, your black leather jacket, and a pair of skinny jeans. You quickly got dressed, and sat on the edge of your bed, pulling on your high-heeled leather boots. Putting a quick brush through your hair, you stepped into the kitched, where Feli had everything prepared.
After breakfast your friend, and long time crush, Arthur Kirkland gave you a call. He was such a bad boy, and you were madly in love with him. He was calling to invi
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You opened your eyes at the sound of a crash in front of your bedroom door.
''You idiota, now she's probably awake!''
''I can't 'elp it, zhere is no light, imbécile!''
You sighed deeply when you recognized the three voices. Once again, Antonio, Francis and of course Gilbert had managed to slip past your security and invaded your home. You got out of bed and silently dressed yourself, listening at the three fighting over...ponies? Shaking your head, you opened your door and the Bad Touch Trio fell into your bedroom. ''You guys...You could also just wait outside. In your car.''
''We just wanted to make sure you were out of bed, mi tomate~''
''Oui, you're always late when WE are late!''
''...Isn't that the whole point?''
You groaned and facepalmed. ''Fine. Let's go.'' Gilbert stopped you in front of your frontdoor. ''Hold it, frau. Don't you need breakfast?'' Smiling, you shook your head. ''No, I'm fine.'' He pouted. ''But
RomanoxReader - Mafia WarsRomanoxReader - Mafia WarsMore Like This
Ok!~ So it looks like Romano has won, this time, I will make sure to be as accurate with jobs and Mafia things as possible. I want this to be awesome XD So please enjoy!~
...If you weren't in the (country) Mafia, you wouldn't have met Romano
LOCATION: In the Sicilian Mafia's lounge.
You, Romano, and Feliciano had just returned from your game of poker with Ivan, Kiku, and Yao. You then arrived at the Sicilian Mafia's secret warehouse, in a part of the warehouse called, 'the lounge'. Being the bagman of the (country) Mafia, you really had no reason to be there, but Romano had taken a liking to you. It was too obvious, he would blush when you were around, and be a bit shaky when he talked to you. His brother Feliciano was more comfortable with you then Romano however, so you talking to him and him talking to you was easy. Romano was the Underboss, or 'second in command'. Feliciano was the Caporegime, one who controlled many other people i
You Needed a Friend .::Chibi!Romano::.You picked up a lone stick and hit the ground like there was a scary spider there. You, like always, were alone on the playground again. Nobody liked playing with you because you were too "weird". Sighing as you leaned your back on the brick wall located near the high school fence, you began to pluck at the stick. Carefully, you removed bits and pieces of the poor, lonely stick. You stared at it with an unamused look, speaking with a monotone voice.More Like This
"You're a pitiful piece of wood. Nobody would use you to build a house. You're worthless and you aren't worth anything compared to a thicker piece of wood." You peeled off more splinters of wood before gripping it in both hands tightly. With one swift movement, the stick was broken in half, just as the bell rang. You didn't move, though. This occurred every day. You'd stay behind the rest of the kids so you were alone for a while longer before deciding to go inside.
A voice called from beside you, causing you to look at the owner of the voi
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No like, No read
It just basically says one word
if anyone has a problem with it I'll add a Mature content filter
You smile and breathe in the warm Italian sunshine as you, Antonio, and your childhood friends, Lovino and Feliciano exit the airport, bags in tow. For some reason Feli , against Lovino's protests, had invited Antonio to stay with them for a few days. You were so happy to finally be back in Italy; the three of you had been at a 2 week long world conference with the rest of the nations. It had ended as it normally did; Peter calling everyone "Jerk!", Ludwig trying but failing to keep order, Alfred, Arthur, and Francis arguing, and hardly any resolutions were made. Feli, of course was either completely oblivious to this or he just didn't care.
"Ve~" Feliciano says as you start to go your separate way, "________!! Why don't you join us for dinner tonight? I'm making pasta!!" You heard Roman
Hetalia Dare game: Italy*Italy picks up a card and reads it*More Like This
Italy: "I dare-a you to sing to a cat" YAY!
*Italy grabs Pookie* (however you spell it)
Italy: You're my Honeybunch, Sugarplum
Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You're my Sweetie Pie
You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop
Snoogums-Boogums, The Apple of my Eye
And I love you so and I want you to know
That I'll always be right here
And I love to sing sweet songs to you
Because you are so dear
America: Cute. Who's next?
Hetalia Dare game: Russia*Russia picks up a card and reads it*More Like This
Russia: "I dare you to..." *eyes widen and wads the card* Uh. How about we play something else?
America: Why? You chicken?
England: That's a cow.
America: No. Cow's go meow.
England: That's a cat.
America: *to himself* wtf?
Russia: *sigh* Fine. But you guys can't tell anyone.
*Russia goes up to Belarus, who was standing in the corner, she didn't even notice him in front of her. Russia bends down to her level and is about to kiss her on the cheek when she kissed him right on his lips*
Belarus: *whispers in Russia's ear* I wrote that one.
*Belarus smiles and leaves. Russia sits back down with a rather red cheeks and a tormented look on his face* (ex. 0.0 )
Russia: I am scarred for life.
Hetalia Dare game: France*France picks up a card and reads it*More Like This
France: "Dare for a French Man: I dare you to go 10 minutes without taking off your clothes"
*The whole room fills with oohs and hoots from other countries*
France: Shut up! I can do that!
England: Can you?
*France looks worried*
*10 MINUTES LATER*
America: Huh. I guess he can. So, who's next?
Hetalia Dare game: Romano*Romano rolls his eyes as he picks up a card and reads it*More Like This
Romano: "I dare-a you to make a prank-a call" Easy.
*Romano gets out his cell phone and looks through the phone book and picks one. He dials the number*
Guy: *answers* Hello?
Romano: Hi. How are you?
Guy: I'm fine. And you?
Romano: I'm fine. I just want you to know that I've been making out with your wife.
*Everyone, even the guy, jaw drop*
Romano: Just thought I'd let you know.
Guy: *not knowing the phone is still on* You liar! You're cheating on me?!
*a woman voice is heard but Romano quickly hangs up*
America: So, what happened?
Romano: Uh...we-a got disconnected. So who's next?
Hetalia Dare game: England*England picks up a card and reads it*More Like This
England: "I dare you to lie, naked, on a couch with the Heart of the Sea and let France draw you" Who the bloody hell wrote this?
France: *shifty eyes* I dunno.
*England gives France an awkward look, along with everyone else, as he takes another card*
England: "I dare you to watch Twilight" I can do that.
America; You sure, England? Cuz that is the WORST film of all time.
Russia: Da. I heard that people, after watching that, get so disgusted, they vomit until their guts pour out and they die.
England: Are you sure that's not just YOUR people?
*Russia's face turns dark and scary*
England: How bad can it be?
*2 HOURS LATER...*
England: *sits down* THAT WAS THE WORST MOVIE I HAD TO SIT THROUGH!! IF I HAD AN AX, I WOULD TEAR THAT FILM SO IT NEVER SEES THE LIGHT OF DAY!!!! *continues ranting*
America: Uh...So, who's next?
Hetalia Dare game: America*America picks a card from the hat and reads it*More Like This
America: "I dare you to dance and sing to Sexy and I Know It" Hmm. Well, I dunno. I'm not very good at- Hit it. *snaps and music plays*
*The room turns dark and different colored lights shine around the room. A spot light shines on America, holding a microphone*
Yo, when I'm at the mall, security just can't fight 'em all
When I'm at the beach, I'm in a speedo trying to tan my cheeks
This is how I roll, come on ladies it's time to go
We headed to the bar, baby don't be nervous
No shoes, no shirt, and I still get service
*The other nations have their jaws dropped at America's singing and dancing*
(Ahhh) Girl look at that body (x3)
I-I-I work out
(Ahhh) Girl look at that body (x3)
I-I-I work out
When I walk in the spot, (yea) this is what I see (okaay)
Everybody stops and they starin' at me
I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it, show it, show it, show it...
I'm sexy and I know it
I'm sexy and I KNOW IT *
Hetalia Dare gameNOTE: Since my "Kol Me Maybe" comic got SO many favorites, I'm giving you guys a fun interactive game to play. It's one of those games where you decide who goes next after each page. Alright have fun ^^ also this is a parody of a shane dawson interactive gameMore Like This
*The Axis and Allies are sitting in a big round circle in America's living room*
America: *thinking of what to play* Mmm. Ooh! I know! Let's play Truth or Dare!
Canada: Really, America? We sit here on your hard, wooden floor for 30 minutes and all you come up with is Truth or Dare?
America: Come on, bro. It's fun. Okay, Truth or Dare?
America: What's your favorite movie?
America: Your ACTUAL favorite movie?
Canada: "Never Say Never"
*China gives Canada a WTF look*
America: HA! HA!
England: Well, sorry to interrupt your "fun" game, but can we do something that doesn't make me want to rip off my eyebrow
What if the nations were shrunk....?"Germany! Germany where are you?!" Italy cried out, a few tears starting to fall. Everything was ginormous!! The rooms, the doors, the walls, the lights, the carpet!!! He sat down and started to sob, frightened. "V-Ve what.. what did that light do to me?!"More Like This
*One hours ago*
"Ve~ Germany! Germany! Can I make some pasta when we get back home please?" Italy begged his best friend, gripping onto his suit sleeve tightly as he looked at him with pleading eyes. "I did all the chores Please Germany!"
Germany sighed and put his hand to his temple, trying to keep back the raging headache he could already feel coming on. "Nein Italy You alvays mess up mien kitchen and zhen I have to clean it." He told him sternly, looking at the begging Italian.
"But- " Italy began.
"Nein!! Shutup and stop asking me! Mien Gott Italy can't you get it through your head zhat mien kitchen is off limits to you!?" Germany was sick of him always begging him the same thing after every mee
The German Boys Gilbird Dream"Piyo..!" Said the small yellow bird from his perch with a small flutter of his wings.More Like This
".......Piyo..! ....Piyo !" He chirped.
" Piyo ! Piyo ! Piyo !" He swung in beat to his speeding chirping on his swing in the little metal cage he was placed in.
" Piyo! Piyo! Piyo! Piyo! Piyo!Piyo!Piyo!Piyo!.."
The fluffy yellow chicken exploded in a shower of yellow feathers.
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" The albino sat bolt up right in his bed, screaming, clutching the bed with a death grip, and breathing heavily. "That was one unawesome dream." He muttered.
Upstairs, the blonde, blue eye'd German was smiling in his sleep as he had, in his opinion, the best dream, ever
Alfred Jones vs The World- Ch1When Alfred saw Arthur, he knew he was the one.More Like This
He had this feeling in his chest, and this feeling was never wrong. He always trusted his heroic instincts and seeing Arthur made that feeling stronger than ever.
Of course, he didn't know Arthur's name then. He was just a guy in the library; a very cute guy in the library, might I add.
Alfred's book (which had a comic hidden inside of it) was slowly being lowered as his eyes never left the other blond that sat across the room. Alfred's friend, Toris, blinked at the American's behaviour and waved a hand in front of his face.
Alfred blinked, "Huh...?"
"Who are you staring at?"
"That guy... who is he?"
Toris looked ahead and saw the other blond. His eyebrows rose slightly and he replied, "That's Arthur Kirkland. He's from England."
"England?" Could this guy get any better?
"Yes. He moved here a week ago."
Before Toris could do anything to stop him, Alfred was on his feet and he walked over to the man he was currently fantas
Alfred Jones vs The World- Ch6"I don't know why you made me come here," Arthur grumbled as he hoisted his bag up onto his shoulder. He glanced around the large sandy beach and sighed. He didn't usually like beaches; it was too hot, he burnt easily (which is why he was also carrying a large beach parasol so he could be shaded at all times), he could barely swim so he avoided going to too deep into the sea and he hated the way the sand felt between his toes. Basically, he just hated most things about beaches.More Like This
He and Alfred had decided to have a little holiday to take a break from the evil exes. When Arthur found out they were staying near a beach, he didn't really want to go, but unable to say no, he dealt with it and now followed his boyfriend along the sand in search of a perfect location.
"You'll learn to love it," Alfred said with that beaming smile of his and he looked at the ground as though he were inspecting the sand. His smile faded and an expression of concentration graced his features and Arthur had to rai
Choices- Ch2Arthur looked on with a horrified expression. Hurt and anger filled his emerald eyes as he watched the love of his life kiss another man. He couldn't believe they hadn't noticed him yet.More Like This
"Alfred...?" he asked slowly. He wanted to pinch himself and wake up from the nightmare. He wanted to wake up beside his Alfred and everything would be all right.
Alfred and the other man pulled away from each other quickly as though something had stung them. The American looked over to his boyfriend with an expression that would only convey fright.
"Arthur! I can explain, I swear!"
"Oh, can you now?" Arthur asked; his tone dipped in venom. The sheer anger in his eyes was enough to make the American wince.
"Just let me explain, please..." Alfred begged. Arthur shook his head; he'd trusted him. He'd trusted him with his feelings and he'd lowered his defences. He'd exposed his heart to man he loved, only to have to stamped on mercilessly and left to decay.
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Choices- Ch1Arthur Kirkland moved away from London in escape to a quiet life. He'd moved to a small town on the coast in order to escape the hustle and bustle of the city. Arthur had not only chosen this place because it was quiet, but because it was where his family used to holiday when he was younger. He'd always wanted to live in a place like this and now, when he finally had enough money, he could.More Like This
Three years later, Arthur was happy. He had a good job, a nice house and everything he could have asked for.
He also had a boyfriend which came in the form of his own American hero, Alfred Jones.
Like himself, Alfred had moved to England to get away from the loud city. Coming from New York and moving to a small coastal town had been a huge change for him but when the two met a cafe during Alfred's first couple of days (Arthur had already been there a year), the Brit was more than willing to show him around.
And now, the two of them lived and shared a happy life together.
It was a Saturday morning an
Alfred Jones vs The World- Ch8Alfred smiled as he exited the car with Arthur. He reached out and took the other man's hand in his own and he led him to the restaurant- it was here that they would have their date tonight and Arthur blushed a little when he noticed the name of it.More Like This
"Isn't this a little expensive?" Arthur asked hesitantly as they walked inside.
"Nah!" Alfred waved away his concern and kissed his hand with a smile, "Only the best for you!"
Arthur blushed when his hand was kissed but he looked the interior of the restaurant. It was large with many tables and the customers dining there were mainly couples. He smiled a little and allowed the head waiter to lead them to their table. They both sat down and the menus were passed to them and when Arthur looked at the prices, he gave Alfred a look that suggested 'you were wrong, this is bloody expensive!' but the American just smiled like he did before and ordered their drinks. When the waited left, Alfred looked across the table and continued to smile that smi
Alfred Jones vs The World- Ch7Winter was finally in full swing. The snow fell softly from the grey sky and ice set on the paths making them perilous to walk on... as Arthur found out that Saturday morning.More Like This
He cursed and huffed as he walked to Alfred's house; the American was forcing him to come over so they could watch a movie and cuddle and do 'couple-y' things, as he had described it.
"Come on Artie, come over and we can cuddle and be couple-y!" Alfred had begged, clinging on to Arthur's arm with that adorable pout on his face. Arthur would have to build immunity to that. The Brit scoffed and shook his head.
"Alfred, it's cold and icy outside, what if I slipped over?" he questioned. Hopefully Alfred would consider this and he could stay in and have a cup of tea while reading a book. But no, it wasn't to be because Alfred had shaken his head and declared with a big smile, "No way! That won't happen! You'll be fine!" he cuddled him some more and asked, "So you coming over or what?"
"Oh fine. You're a git, you kn
Alfred Jones vs The World- Ch5"No."More Like This
"No. I refuse. I'm not going."
Alfred sighed and clutched on to Arthur's arm. For the past ten minutes he'd been trying to convince the Englishman to join him at the comic convention that was the next day. Alfred went every year without fail and sometimes he dragged Toris with him but this year he wanted Arthur to come with, but the Brit was not relenting.
"Please Arthur. Please..."
Arthur rolled his eyes and looked at him with a sigh. This wasn't something he would usually do, but in the end he sighed again and nodded, "Oh all right..."
"Yay!" Alfred cuddled him tightly and kissed the top of his head, "Thanks Arthur! This means a lot."
"Yes, yes... please just let go... I can't breathe..."
"Right!" Alfred let go and took hold of Arthur's hand as the continued to walk down the street. They had just come back from a date and Alfred thought the softening his boyfriend up a little, and it kind of worked. The American bounced along side his boyfriend with pure excitemen
Alfred Jones vs The World- Ch4It had been three days since Gilbert had decided to ambush them. Alfred was very hesitant about where he took Arthur on their dates after that; he was afraid that an evil ex would be waiting around the corner to start a fight. And what made it worse, was that Alfred didn't know what to expect. It could be anyone, and they could show at any time.More Like This
However, he'd not seen any one of them. He'd worried every time he'd taken Arthur out, and every time they went out nothing happened. He'd hoped that this was the end but he knew there were still five left to face.
He rolled over and looked at the ceiling for a moment then turned to his right. He smiled a little at Arthur's sleeping form and a light blush formed on his cheeks. He may have thought that everything was starting to move a little fast, but he really liked the Brit, and he didn't want to loose him. They hadn't... done anything yet and Alfred was content with just cuddling whenever Arthur stayed the night, and he knew Arthur wa
Alfred Jones vs The World- Ch3That night when Alfred finally arrived home, he couldn't stop thinking about him.More Like This
He lay in bed with a goofy smile plastered to his face and his heart fluttered whenever he thought of Arthur. Just seeing his face in his minds eye was enough to make the American smile to himself and cause a light blush to spread over his cheeks.
Alfred couldn't sleep that night. He was meeting Arthur the next day for coffee (or tea, which ever he preferred) and he just wanted to time to pass quickly. Never in his life had he been so excited to see someone, and he'd only known that certain someone for at least two days.
He knew Arthur was definitely the one for him. There was just a nagging question at the back of his mind that asked: was he the one for Alfred?
It was clear that Arthur enjoyed his company. He smiled softly when ever Alfred told him a crazy story, his grip on his hand was always firm, and Alfred could tell he liked him by the way he looked at him; there was something in his eyes that gave
Alfred Jones vs The World- Ch2"S-so, that waiter... you dated him?" Alfred asked disbelieving. He really couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had to defeat... as in fight Arthur's apparently evil ex-boyfriends.More Like This
"That's right!" a voice sneered from behind them. Both Arthur and Alfred turned around quickly to face the Spanish waiter.
"I... I'm so confused!" Alfred clutched his head and the waiter rolled his eyes. He walked a little closer and stood in front of them.
"My name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo!" he stated with a smirk, "And I am evil ex-boyfriend number one!" He looked at the two blonds, "Hola Arthur."
Alfred watched the casual exchange between the two and blinked, "So... how do you two know each other."
Antonio looked at Arthur for an explanation and the British man sighed lightly, "We met on my holiday to Spain"
"So you're not Mexican?"
Antonio scowled, "No! Stupid..."
Arthur sighed again and continued, "And it was only a few nights... we broke up when I went home."
S.Italy x Reader - Business MattersBreathing heavily, you pushed the gun harder against the temple of the man who was quivering under your grip.More Like This
"Tell me where you've kept the damn liquor," you gritted your teeth, trying to keep your temper in check.
"D-Don't shoot me-"
"Is it back at the speakie?"
"N-No, it's..."the man paused, as he gulped, face sheet-white. "I'll have it delivered to your Capo by tomorrow."
"Today. By the end of today." You cocked the hammer, enjoying the look of terror on the pasty man's face. "Or else..." You whistled, and he got the message.
"I would never think of double-crossing you Mafiosi, I-"
"Camorra, damn it! Camorra! We ain't like them scumbags from Sicily, who get their grubby paws everywhere! You're dealing with a camorrista!" You pushed the gun further against his temple. "I think you may have to pay for your mistake, Signore Smith."
A couple of shots were fired. The man shuddered, and fell backwards, eyelids fluttering shut, and head smacking against the wall. Two bullets were lodged o
It's MagicThis should be placed somewhere in the early/mid-1700s, probably around late 30's to late 40's, which should place our boys (physically) at around 9-12 for Romano South Italy; and 6-9 for America. From what I can glean from the strips juxtaposed with what I know about American history, anyway.More Like This
(Sometime in the mid-1700s, around the Georgia-Florida border)
Romano growled as he stomped through the underbrush, kicking up dirt and debris as he went. Stupid Spain and his stupid war over some stupid kid that didn't even matter, with that stupid bastard England who could just keep the damn brat, as far as Romano cared. He didn't see why Spain was so interested in this 'America', anyway. He already had Romano, didn't he? Wasn't that enough? What did he need some other kid around for? Stupid Spain. He kicked a rock into some ferns, sulking.
And now Spain had to drag him into it, as usual. As if he cared about some stupid brat. He wouldn't even have co
Playing Pirate"Arrgh, you'll never get me!" Arthur said, waving his wooden sword around. "The treasure is mine!"More Like This
"Oho, that's where you're wrong!" Antonio said defiantly, clashing his wooden sword with Arthur's. "I saw the treasure first, Captain Kirkland!"
Arthur swatted Antonio's sword and backed up a little, wary not to fall off the 'ship'. "Lies! I saw that treasure with me own two eyes, so it's mine! Back off, Captain Carriedo! Arrg!"
Antonio kept clashing the wooden weapons together, fighting to stay balanced on the 'ship'. "Don't be ridiculous!" he spat. "I'll throw ye overboard with such lies! Rawrr!"
Arthur paused before he was about to say something. "Pirates don't say 'rawr', Antonio," he whispered, breaking character.
"Oh, whoops," Antonio laughed. "I'm thinking of dinosaurs."
"No matter! I'll just make ye walk the plank!" Arthur yelled, getting back in character. "Come on then!"
Antonio fearlessly jabbed his sword at Arthur. "You'll never take me alive, Captain Kirkland! I, Captain Anto
My Letter to YouMy dear Matty,More Like This
I though I should tell you that there's one things that I'm absolutely afraid of. It's dissppearing.
I know I'm awesome and all but who are we kidding? I'm old. Brudder is stronger and younger than me. Maybe, if as long as I'm remembered, then I won't dissappear completely, but I doubt that will last for long.
I believe that when you get this letter I will have already almost completley dissappear. I hope that you will at least remember me and keep me around a bit longer, but pelase, don't let it get you down.
But, Matty, know that you are the only person I considered a friend.
Also, don't let that stupid american push you around. You are so much awesomer than what Alfred makes you to be.
20. Fortitude- Germany+Prussia20. FortitudeMore Like This
Whenever Ludwig approached his brother, young face solemn and pale blue eyes set determinedly beneath a straight-cut fringe of blond, Gilbert knew to take him up onto his lap and say, "What is it today, Lutz?"
On this particular day, the child nation furrowed his brow impressively and, without the slightest hesitation, asked, "Bruder, what is the best characteristic for a nation to have?"
"That's a good question, kid." Ruffling the other's hair fondly, Gilbert hummed thoughtfully. "What brought this up?"
"I was just reading our history and I I don't want to become like the fallen nations before me." he answered promptly, turning to face his older sibling. "But you didn't answer my question."
"Fine." A pale finger tapped at the albino's lips before they parted once more. "I'd say it'd be innere Stärke
Poetic Dissonance He approached the performer's stool dressed in clichéd black, eyes shadowed with navy-tinted shades, and waving blond locks peeking out from beneath a dark beret. Grasping the microphone, he murmured some generic title into it, lips brushing the bulbous head as though preparing to suck it off. Disgusting.More Like This
The critic seated in the back continued to scrawl biting comments across his notepad in neat, blue-inked cursive. He applied the renowned, dry British humor to his records of the poet's appearance, mannerisms, and ability as the corners of his mouth lowered in distaste. His significant brows quickly followed suit as the man on the low stage continued to let fly his carefully arranged words.
Milky thighs part,
A white marble gateway,
To welcome me to Utopia
Lewd language, filth
Favorite USUK doujinshiHere are some links to my favorite USUK doujinshi. These are all translated into English and on YouTube.More Like This
Heart Beat Vamp
Blue Honey Moon
The Hero and the Magician
Appear - Part 1 -There are three parts to it on YouTube. You need to watch all to get the complete dou
Hallucinations: USUK OneshotArthur woke up gasping for breath, swimming in his bedsheets and a pool of his own sweat.More Like This
It took him a moment to ensure that he wasn't still trapped in his mind.
The hallucinations were always so real. They were vivid and pertained to all of Arthur's five senses. The flames that licked away at the layers of his skin, the sharp fingernails that raked across his body, drawing blood; the white-hot knives sinking their razor-sharp teeth into his arms, intent on lacerating him, and the short stretch of rough rope, handled by unseen hands, pressed against his windpipe, slowly causing him to turn blue with asphyxiation...
Arthur shuddered again, trying to suppress the memory, but the more he tried to forget, the more those thoughts stubbornly surfaced to his mind. He lifted a trembling hand towards his throat, and was shocked to feel the ragged imprint of the rope, where it had dug into his skin.
He squeezed his eyes shut, gulped, and forced his hand away from his throat. It was alway
He who gave me HopeHe who gave me hopeMore Like This
WARNING; alcohol, mentioning of sex, nothing too bad
Alfred could remember it very clearly; the days back then when he'd first met him.
It all started at a night club. Alfred wasn't supposed to be there, of course, but hey, he was young and everyone his age did it, so it shouldn't hurt to do so, right?
He used to go there every Friday night, watch how girls would strip themselves for money, get drunk on all types of drinks, getting laid every now and then He did all he wasn't supposed to do, but he didn't regret it. It had been the time of his life, and he was happy about it.
That was until he met with the bright green eyes, staring at him from across the room. Alfred couldn't help but stare back; he didn't want to focus on the girls that were fawning over him, he just wanted to go meet the green-eyed man for real. And so he did.
Without saying much he just stood up, the girls were all boring and fake anyways just good enough to give
A Spell Gone WrongWarning: Crack. Lots of glorious crack!More Like This
Another day was over and England couldn't wait to get home. He just wanted to sit down with a cup of tea and a good book. When he finally arrived at his large London house, he unlocked the door, stepped inside with a sigh and locked the door again. As he removed his shoes, he paused and listened.
Something didn't feel right.
There was an ominous feeling in the air. It was strange and England couldn't quite place it. He didn't think anything happened before he left so he couldn't work out what it was. Uneasy with the atmosphere, he decided to walk around the house to investigate.
As he checked the room around the house, he started to realise what this feeling was.
It was the feeling of magic... but not only that. It was the feeling of magic when it went wrong.
England walked into his bedroom and his eyes widened. There sitting on his bed was a young man. His hair was a mint green and from what England could see his eyes were
AmericaxReader - April FoolsMore Like This
Theres a spider in the bath. Normally youre not afraid of spiders, but its a HUGE spider. You scream and run out of the bathroom, Oh my god! AlfredAlfredAlfredAlfredAlfreeeeed!!!
What? he asks.
Spider! Huge spider in the bath! I dont care what you do, just kill it! you yell, running behind him and pushing him towards the door.
He calmly walks into the bathroom and comes back out with his hands cupped, Kay, Ive got it. Open the window.
You run over and push the window open and he approaches you. Suddenly he throws his hands out towards you, launching the spider and making it land on your chest. You scream and freak out, patting yourself down until you pause and look at your feet. There, by your toes, is the spider, upside down with made in china written on the bottom.
You growl and throw yourself at Alfred, hitting him on the arm repeatedly, ALFRED! What the hell, man?! God, I hate you,
show me without words. Russia x Male reader. p.1More Like This
You opened up the locked box only to show you Nazi propaganda. You scrunched up your nose at the pictures of the Fuhrer with his stern look.
"I really dont like se nazi party." You said to Dani.
You grabbed the papers and opened them showing your true treasure in keeping them. You looked upon the news paper clipping to show you the russian ballet.
"Remember sat night Dani? sey did swan lake."
"Da I remember. You coultnt stop smiling."
You looked at him and blushed as your Fiance smiled down at you, his violet eyes sparkling.
You two stood there talking and looking at the clippings till you heard someone knock violently at your door. You turned to Dani knowing that you two were the only ones in your house, and that your parents would never knock on the door. Especially since your mother was an opera singer and your father a british gentle men, such high class people would never knock on a door in such a manor.
You two walked towards the front door. You screamed as it b
The Warmth in my Cold, Cold World RussiaxReaderThere are lot of Russian words here so look at the description or you won't understand!More Like This
“I’m sorry Miss (name), just a little bit more!”
“Ack! A little bit more and I am going to die!”
Your servant Iskra tightened your corset around your torso as you struggled to breathe. You gasped for air as you felt her hands get off of your back. “How do people manage to wear these things?” you panted.
“Um, I-I don’t know your highness, I just help you and your mother get into them….”
“Whatever,” you say as you catch your breath. “Please leave now.”
“Yes, miss (name).” Iskra nervously said as she bowed and exited your room. “Wearing these things are so stupid. It’s like my family thinks I am fat,” you mutter to yourself as you walk over to your window that is as tall as you. You stared
Blood-Soaked InsanityPlease, won't you become one with me?More Like This
Surely you would want to become one with Mother Russia.
You could live with me in a warm house,
Close to a large field of sunflowers.
How pretty that would be
Oh, you don't want to become one?
Somehow I'll convince you.
I could beat your head in and drag you back to my house
So then we could be together in a happy house.
Snow Cold Romance (RussiaxReader)Okay, quick note: I'm using the guidelines for a Russian accent:More Like This
w's turn to v's
v's turn to f's
g's turn to k's
d's turn to t's
th turns to s or z. I'm using 's'.
You look around, trying to pinpoint your location. The wind blows your long (h/c) bangs in front of your eyes, making it more difficult to see. Snow is falling around you in harsh blows, and after getting the hair out of your eyes, you can barely see five feet in front of you. The (f/c) coat you're wearing isn't enough to keep you warm for much longer, and you start seeing bursts of color in front of you. Five minutes, you think, I only have five more minutes. You've been in this situation before, but luckily you were able to find shelter before giving into the cold. Now, as you stand in the freezing snow, you try to find the shelter you know is close by. As you look around, however,
Sometimes BrokenMore Like This
A couple weeks ago, my teacher made my class write an assignment, on whatever subject we wanted. I chose to write about my Bestfriend, and how he was the most important part of my life. Im a terrible writter, and I knew I wouldn't get a great mark, but I made sure to write everything down so she knew just how important he meant to me.
The following week she pulled out three texts, the ones which she loved and read them out loud. Sure enough, mine was the third one read and I was suprised. When she handed the papers back I was proud of the result and I wanted to show my text to my bestfriend.
Problem with that is... we haven't been on good talking terms lately. Ironicly enough, I'm ashamed of all the good things I wrote for him, when after all that, I saw how much we were drifting apart. I re read it again and again, over and over. Telling myself Fix this. Fix this before it's too late.
Two weeks ago, we were asked to write a text and read it out loud, about the subject we h
Oh DeathMore Like This
It was too fast, much like fire spreading across a freshly polished floor. Everyone saw it coming; just not like this. Gilbert wasn't a drunk. Sure he would drink on the weekends but he never drank to the point where he got violent. He knew his limit. He loved to harass Roderich. To get under the piano nerd's skin. He loved to go hunt, swing out into the lake with that old tire swing that Vati hung on the sturdy tree branch. Gilbert was great; that is until he had to fall.
The night was November 4, it was another normal night at our home. Gilbert laughing and talking to his friend Antonio over the phone. Vati had gone to work and left Gilbert in charge. I was 16 and Gilbert was 18, I could take care of myself. Now stuck with my older brother for the night I had no choice but to go to bed early. I heard his annoying laughter as he laughed with his friend on the line. I rolled my eyes and walked upstairs and went to bed.
With the feeling of anxiety in my stomach I could not sleep, I kept
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I hate this war. But what should I do?
I'm not stupid. If I stop fighting back, they will make me pay back everything, what I did. They will kill me.
Actually I don't even know if I'll make it tonight, the next days...
Perhaps I'll die. I'm not a real country anymore.
He did say it by himself...
If Germany isn't able to win these battles, he is not the right German country. If this Germany is too weak, he doesn't derserve to live.
Actually it's not unusual...I was never really Germanic after all...I was allways a mud and there's nothing in the world that would be able to change that.
Perhaps there will a new Germany after me, it's not the first time that a nation dies in this area nor will I be the last one.
I'm so fucking scared.
I don't want to die.
Italy is crying while he's treating my wounds, Japan is fighting with America, I haven't seen him in months.
The big burning right above my left ear makes a dull pain pound in my head. I don't dare to look at my leg while Italy is wr
FaithMore Like This
the faith of a child
complete trust in purest form
has no boundaries