Hetalia Theory Canada MatthewYoung Matthew walked though his house holding his white teddy bear. He walked into the kitchen and looked up at the fridge. It was locked again. He looked over at the counter and saw a plate of cookies. He walked over and reached up to get them but he is too short, he tried anyway. He touched the edge of the plate and slowly it moved toward him then the plate was at the edge of the counter. Suddenly the plate slipped and fell to the floor, Matthew went for the cookies not caring that he cut his hand on the plate shards. At this moment his father came into the room ran over to him and grabbed him by the hair and lifting him up. Matthew screamed, he was able to grab his bear before he was dragged away, forced down stairs and shoved into a closet. While recovering Matthew heard a click as his father did the lock on the closet. He was trapped it was cold and dark, the only thing he had to comfort him was his bear which was a birthday gift from his late mother. He hugged the bear lightly anMore Like This
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How long had he been there? Days? Weeks? Months? Italy didn’t know.
Ever since that gruesome night when he was sacrificied, he had spend his ‘afterlife’ in a sort of ‘country Limbo’ along with his deceased grandpa, the Roman Empire. Although he was surrendered with pretty girls, fine wine and punch, and recently had a bandaged body, it seems nothing could really cheer the usually always happy italian.
As he stood there, on a cloud a bit farther apart from where his grandpa was, he looked into the distance, sky, watching as the clouds began to take the lovely shade of reddish pink and yellow, just like back on Earth, at the time the sun would set upon the ocean as far as the eyes could see…
Just thinking about it reminded him of how he loved this place…and that brought it to an even more painful memory…
'It won't feel very l-long...before you c-come back...It
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Note: This is the continuation of BTTx Pregnant! Reader: Who's The Dad?
-This is a week after you, your husbands, and children got home fro the hospital.-
Wake Up Cry
Cries fill the air, instantly waking you up.
"It's your turn, Gilbert," you groan as you shake him awake.
"Nein, it's Spain's d*** turn," he complains groggily, smacking the Spaniard's head. Spain immediatly shoots up, cursing in Spanish. Then he sleepily gets up and goes to see which baby it is and what she/he needs or wants.
You try to fall back asleep but can't so you get up anyway and go into the baby room. The walls arepainted a nature scene and the furniture is dark wood. Along the walls there are four cribs, each with a different theme, and in the middle of the room are the four bassenetts. There's a door leading to the renovated bedroom next door, now a play/ changing room. The door is open and Spain is changing Jennifer's diaper.
"I'm going to go ahead and make b
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Note: Not going to put a warning on it but it's slightly suggestive but c'mon, it's the Bad Touch Trio! There's gonna be some suggestive things! This is far from a lemon though.
You stare at the test in your hand. You blink hard to see if one of the lines will go away but they don't. You stand up from sitting on the put-down toilet lid. "How will I tell them?" you think then another thought strikes you. Which was the dad?!
*background info time*
You had decided just over two years ago with the three nations known as the Bad Touch Trio that you loved all three of them whole heartedly and they had said that they were fine with sharing you. You'd been intimate with each of them individually a couple of times but most of the time, it was with all three of them at once or at least in the same night. So which one of them was the dad?
You hear the front door open downstairs and Prussia calling up.
"Frau, ve got vhat you asked us to!"