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Buzz buzz buzz buzz
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz- smack!
Fuck. I can't believe this. Not again! I throw the covers off of myself and look down; oh yeah, I went to bed with my pants on last night. It's a good thing I did, but my legs are still sticky and covered with goddamn it. What the hell was I- my face burns red when I remember the dream I had last night. That bastard, get out of my fucking head!
Buzz buzz buzz buzz
Aw, shut up. I slam my hand down onto the snooze button as my first instinct. I look at the time. Fuck. I jump out of bed and pull my clothes off and spring into the bathroom to wipe myself down. How the hell did I sleep in? Stupid fucking alarm clock, can't do anything right!
I don't give a fuck about school, not like that idiotic brother of mine, but if I ditch school one more time, my grandfather's going to kill me. And if I get another tardy, I get detention, and that mean
Spamano: Teacher's Pet 2Funny how flustered I got worrying about detention all day, when right now I'm happily back into that hot, wet warmth.More Like This
Yeah. Carriedo has me on the edge of his desk, the dirty bastard, standing in front of me with our bodies pressed against one another. I can't even remember how we got to this; I was determined to just take out my books and pretend to do some work, but somehow we ended up like this. The door locked, kissing passionately, something burning inside us both - in my cheeks, in my chest, in my groin
He nips my bottom lip playfully, making a seductive sound, and he licks it, long and sensual. I let out a soft groan, bastard. I'm tempted to wrap my legs around his waist, but that will just give him some sort of "go for it" vibe, so I resist. I don't want to slip any further, no matter how much I want to.
I pull back and glare at him, "Shouldn't you be telling me to do my homework or something?"
"Ah, but it's after school hours, Lovino," he chuckles, speaking to me as if
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*Ivan's precious heart has the capacity to love so much. He loves everyone, it's all he ever does. He's so desperate to please everyone, he'd do anything for them. However, he's terribly scared of being rejected, so he doesn't often ask for love in return. He likes to tell himself that it would be selfish to ask everyone else to love him back. It's lonely….but being unloved is better than being hated.
*Russia is over-weight. His long baggy coat is one of the many things he wears to try and cover it up. There is even Evidence that shows he is "chubby" ---- The Busby's Chair strip that appeared in Volume 1 is actually a redrawn version. The reason the first strip was redrawn is because, instead of breaking the chair with his evil aura, it looked like Russia was breaking the chair because he was too fat.
*Russia isn't always terrified of Belarus. When she cries he's always there to comfort her and assure her everythings alright
* While most people would call Alfred, Al or just Alfre
PrussiaxReaderxGermanyHe stared at her, blue eyes glowing with warmth. She was lovely, even if she was just sitting there on the couch, holding a cup in her hand. He loves the way her short brown wavy hair shapes her face and contrast against her beautiful gray eyes. She wore short shorts, a green tank top and black converse.More Like This
Ludwig felt his cheeks grew warm when she looked up and smiled. He smiled back but stopped when his brother ran into the room.
“Here I come, Hana!” The Prussian albino jumped over the couch, grabbing Hana with him. She laughed loudly, dropping her now empty cup falling to the floor. She screamed as Gilbert tickled her sides. He flipped her over, towering over her from in between the couch and coffee table.
Ludwig looked at them, concerned that Hana might have hurt herself. As he looked at her, his face grew warmer. Her cheeks were a light pink, and she was panting lightly, trying to get air. Gilbert leaned down, kissing her parted lips.
They stopped and looked over to see L