Hetalia x 2p!Hetalia
Hetalia x 2p!Hetalia
Take It Off – Ke$ha
Warning: Beware of Ke$ha’s glitter and violence.
This is taking place in an alternative universe of HetaOni.
If you don’t like the Second Players(2p), do not read this.
This is also not recommended for anyone who is sensitive to mentioning of any kinds of violence, gore, and other unsettling things.
Thank you and I hope you enjoy.
If you want to listen to the music while reading this, link is in the description so might be anything else that’s confusing.
There's a place downtown,
Where the freaks all come around.
It's a hole in the wall.
It's a dirty free for all.
Laughter echoed in the empty house. Heavy breathing sounded silently as a figure ran and hid behind a large piece of furniture. There was a loud and menacing crack that sounded somewhere in the house and the figure winced at the sound.
When the dark
Of the night comes around.
That's the time,
That the animal comes alive.
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A thin film over your sore, crusty, and heavy eyes, along with a tired and sore body made you ready for bed. Already wearing your most comfortable and warm pajamas, you turned the electric blanket on high, but something was missing.
You looked throughout the house, and finally doubled back to your bed room. Steam was leaking from under the bathroom door and you heard the sudden sound of water gushing down. You sighed and rubbed your tired eyes, ready to go to bed, but also knowing he would be in there for at least thirty minutes.
A small sliver of light caught your eye, such a sudden movement that sent chills up your spine and beckoned you closer to the window. You were almost nervous walking over and carefully pulling back the curtain, revealing the cold wonder land that rested outside your cabin.
Your fingers gently brushed against the cold glass, tickling them with their dewy frost. You searched through the yard and your eyes landed
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You hated camping, you really did. The whole, "No civilization, no toilet and no warm house" thing didn't appeal to you. Nor did the whole "Copious amounts of bugs every where."
You weren't an outdoors person. But that didn't matter, your crazy family dragged you along anyway. To a crappy cabin in the middle of the woods. For Two months.
If you forced yourself to be optimistic, you would be glad that it was a house instead of a tent. You might have been happy that there was a bathroom. But you weren't, so you didn't.
"Awww, if you feel so grouchy, why don't you go for a walk?" Your mother piped up, opening one of the boxes that held kitchen items. You looked out the kitchen window, it was dusk, slowly going dark. What a wonderful idea.
Deciding to punish your parents, you left through the back door. All you had to do was become "Lost" for an hour or so, then saunter back home. That would teach them and freak th
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The large wolf lying next to you was like a giant heater. You shifted, kicking the blankets off. The wolf lifted it's large, shaggy head, snuffling slightly in apology. You smiled, running a hand over it's blonde back.
Once a month this wolf would appear in your backyard, whining and snuffling. At first you had freaked out, almost calling the police. But something had stopped you. It was the wolf's eyes, dull purple pools that made you rethink about calling the police.
Now, when ever the wolf showed up, you let it in the house. It had taken to sleeping across your legs or lying with it's head on your shoulder. It also always left before you woke, leaving the strange smell of cigarettes behind it.
"Why do you come here?" You muttered, tapping the wolf's large black nose. It sneezed, making you cringe. Wiping your hand, you rolled your eyes.
"You're like a werewolf or something, I swear."
That got the wolf's atte
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What would you do if your were trapped, face to face with a maniacal wolf?
Most people would scream, others would freeze up. It was really good you weren't most people. The moment the wolf had entered the clearing, it's teeth bared and hackles raised, your survival skills had leapt into over drive.
You had run to the nearest tree and climbed up it, moving like a monkey. The dark auburn wolf howled and snarled, trying in vain to climb after you. You stared down at it, trying not to pass out from fright.
Your heart pounded against your ribs, beating at an erratic pace. You locked eyes with the creature and shuddered. It had magenta eyes. You had heard of wolves with icy blue eyes or beautiful violet eyes, but never magenta.
Saliva flew from it's jaws at it snarled a frenzy, scratching and biting the tree. You shuddered each time the wonderful oak was jolted.
'If I live through this, I'll never use anything m
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You knew that walking alone in the woods was dangerous. Walking alone in the woods was down right stupid. But you didn't care, you loved walking in the woods.
The fresh air and deep night sky spattered with stars was beautiful to witness. You also enjoyed the sounds of leaves and twigs crunching beneath your feet.
However tonight wasn't like the others, you could feel it, some sort of disturbance in the forest. The birds were silent, no owls called out, no mice squeaked.
Like there was a predator lurking in the shadows. Waiting and watching. Watching you.
You shivered and turned, looking behind, sure that something would be behind you. Nothing. But dark woods and an empty twisting path. No, not so empty.
Amid the dry leaves and gnarled branches lay something small and glittering. Walking over to it, you crouched, squinting in the dim light. It was a necklace, the dainty chain curled beneath a silver charm.
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You had always been able to see the wolf. You couldn't remember a time when the wolf hadn't been there.
When you had grown old enough to talk, you told everyone about the wolf. Your parents would laugh and joke about how your imaginary friend wasn't like other children's imaginary friends. At first it had confused you. You could see the wolf, even your best friend Felix could see the wolf.
The both of you had fun, waltzing about with the pink, bow tie wearing wolf.
But soon, even Felix denounced the wolf, laughing at you for having an imaginary friend.
So you ignored the wolf, hoping it would go away. When it didn't, you would yell at it to leave. Of course you were smart enough to make sure you were alone when yelling.
It would leave and you would feel free, no longer needing to worry about being insane. but it would come back. It always came back no matter what you did to shoo it away.
The stupid pink, bow
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You hated werewolves. Dirty beings, half man, half animal. They went against everything your society strived for. Of course, they also hated your kind. Believing that vampires were pompous and stuck up. Sadly it was true for most of the vampires you knew.
"Really _____." Roderich huffed, sipping blood laced tea from a dainty china cup. You glanced at him, ignoring the heavy feeling of your skirts. It was uncomfortable, even for a vampire, to wear so much fabric.
"You need to choose a nest mate."
Nest mate. A stupid, bird like term. In your society, groups of vampires considered to be family were called nests. Should one break off and choose to "Marry" another vampire, then those two have started a new nest. That other person was considered a nest mate.
You had been living (Or rather existing undead) for over three hundred years. Why would you need a nest mate now? Roderich shot a dagger like look to
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The Grass is Always Greener
Another blow to the stomach and you were down.
"Maybe that will teach you to do as your told." your uncle hissed as he slammed the door to your dark room.
You slowly and painfully picked yourself up from the cool wooden floor and choked out a sob.
Sadly, this was your daily routine.
Ever since your parents died in a fire when you were 4, you have been living with your drunken uncle. Whenever he drank, he would hit you. Whenever he was sober, he screamed at you.
You couldn't win.
A few years ago, you were forced to drop out of school because your Uncle refused to pay. You tried getting many jobs but they never really paid much. So, when you were scanning through your newspaper yesterday, you found an add.
"UNITED NATIONS MAID WANTED" this interested you. And the pay was more than all your prev
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Hehe-Didn’t See That Coming!
Slight Cuss! Somewhat. GO 2P!!!!!
A small screech filled the air before going silent, the streets empty of anyone. Except for the few bodies that littered the alley, no one was about. Everyone knew to stay indoors and be still in the nightly hours. Only because of them.
The group traipsed with leisurely peace, a few snide comments shared as they headed home. It had been a rather successful raid and with weapons brandishing a layer of crimson, they had matching smiles on their faces. (Hehe..)
Going through the door with a bang, France instantly went for the wine bottle chilling in ice for him, dropping his sledgehammer without a care. As he popped the cork and took a gulp, you came up beside him, gently leaning against the doorway to the kitchen.
“How did it go?” You asked, smiling at Matt and Al as they pushed each other around in a…bromantical way. Oliver started to berate them on t
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Possible trigger warnings.
Today was definitely a low day, you thought.
These low days were popping up a lot now. Those fits of depression and self-hatred so harrowing that you could hardly manage to sit up or get out of your bed scared you. They terrified you. Yet even though you did your best on those - these - days to keep on living and keep up with everything around you, they only got worse.
You were hated these days.
You could tell that your friends were upset.
It wasn’t exactly difficult to tell. They were never the best at hiding their emotions. Especially Alfred, you thought. The upbeat blonde wore his heart on his sleeve.
Some were crying silently.
Some were pissed.
Some stared blankly at the painfully white walls, the ceiling, the floor.
Some were confused.
You were confused as well.
“Why are you here?”
You could hardly recognize your own voice from how
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“I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
But she's just like a maze
Where all of the walls all continually change
And I've done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me” – Daughters, John Mayer
Allistor felt lost.
Trying to understand her mind was like trying to capture the water of an ocean’s wave. On a moment, it would be there, filling his hands with more than he could ever believe he would be able to catch, soaking his fingers and surrounded him with an impossible amount of liquid. A wave that would encircle him with more than he’d ever be able to retain. Next, it would go back, leaving him alone, standing with his hands put together with the little amount he could preserve. However the barrier of his skin was never good enough to hold the salty seawater inside of it, so it would slip, drop by drop, away from him and back to the wet sand. It left him
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Being an Egyptian Magician was pretty awesome.
Yeah, it was awesome.
But not as awesome as your friend Gilbert said.
Great. Thanks a ton Gilbert. You’re rubbing off the reader, saying that you’re awesome almost half of the bloody time! But anyways. Continuing.
Being with your fellow magicians in the 21st nome, you were a necromancer, following the path of Anubis. You enjoyed the time spent in Brooklyn house, spending time with Carter, Sadie, Walt, Jaz, Felix, Alyssa, Cleo, Sean, Julian and more magicians I have been too lazy to even mention. Feeding Khufu with food was fun (Especially with Oreos, but when you wanted to help yourself to some he would try to steal them. Bad luck if you lost all your oreos, not my fault.), and Philip of Macedonia was a most pleasant albino crocodile shabti to gaze at when you were eating your meals, tossing bacon at him, watching him snap the food up. But you especially loved spending time with your friend, Gupta.
Gupta was a combat magi
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When you had first heard of the trend, you had simply laughed. A child’s game gone wrong it had seemed, especially with what could happen in the snap of a single band. An elastic one at that. However, as time went on, you had become more and more... Engrossed in the phenomenon that had caught on so quickly. Indeed, the concept of these so-called ‘shag-bands’ had begun
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They looked up at you and ask
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Just recently you had fallen in love with the new song " what does the fox say " and were constantly listening to it. You sang along to the lyrics as you painted your face. You were currently working on your eyes, by putting on mascara and eyeliner. Next
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I’ve been thinking about writing something like this for a while now knowing that October was coming up soon….And no, this is not a Halloween fanfic those wont come up until around actual Halloween; the date.
Very sad fic with a happy ending so don’t fret my friends!
Contest entry for IYogurts “The XContest” Link in description! Wish me luck and I hope you laugh and cry and cry some more, and laugh once again!
Life was great, I had everything a girl my age would want.
I was currently in my sophomore year of high school; I went to the world renowned Hetalia Gakkun High.
Everything was great….except one thing.
One measly thing…
“(F/N)! (F/N)!” I sighed before looking across the street to s
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[y/n] stood at the entry way into the alley, her hands on her hips and a smug smirk on her face. Her [e/c] eyes narrowed dangerously. Her hair was flowing behind her freely, falling to the small of her back. She was clad in a pair of skin-tight leather pants, tucked into her boots, and an equally skin tight shirt. Said leather shirt was unzipped to right under her bust, flaunting her cleavage around tantalizingly. A belt was around her waist, holding several weapons and such.
Right now, she had her target cornered. Her red-stained lips widened in her smirk, flashing a pair of pearly white teeth, as she began a slow stride to the opposite end of the alley, where her prey was squirming under her gaze and hyperventilating.
"Wh-What do you'a want with me!" The male screamed in question.
She laughed boisterously, her laughter bouncing off of the brick walls and the dumpster located to her right. "Name; C
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You were on your way to your flat which you shared with your best friend, Allistor.
You had had a horrible day at your work and the only thing you wanted was a cup of tea and a hot bath.
When you reached the door to your flat you rang the doorbell, you were way too tired to look for your keys in your handbag.
You swore, that handbag was like a bag of holding! And the keys always seemed to find their way to the very bottom of the bag, even though you used them all the time.
Nobody answered the door so you rang again.
And you waited... Nothing.
"Allistor?" You grunted, banging on the door with your fist.
You sighed as you started to look for your keys. When you finally found them, at the very bottom of the hand bag (What did I tell you?), you unlocked the door and rushed inside the warm house.
You would have sat down on the sofa, if it wasn't already occupied by a certain, drunken scot.
He was wearing his green ‘Nessie! <3’ T-shirt and he was sleeping.
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You run down the hallway, bare feet hitting the wood floor and oversized pajamas fluttering along with you. You giggle as you almost slip on one of your race cars in the middle of the floor but you keep on going, trying your best not to slip on your action figures and plastic dinosaurs in the process. Once you make it to your dad’s door you quiet yourself down and push it open. He’s rolled over onto his side, the covers he’d been under the night before covering his face. Your (e/c) eyes glint with mischief as you grip the Captain America pen between your pudgy little fingers. After creeping near his bed side you flip the covers back and find yourself face to face with your very much awake father.
“Gah!” You screech, dropping your pen and turning to make a run for it. He grabs you and pulls you onto the bed with him, tickling your sides so bad that you regret not using the bathroom when you woke up.
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You lay on your thin matress looking at the wall which had peeling wall paper on it. You had been sent to ''bed'' in disgrace because you had opened your eyes during your lunch prayer. You didnt even get to eat your small lunch of a slice of bread and slice of cheese. Icey cold air circulated through the room. The icy air blew around your legs and you shivered. Your thin dress made sure you stayed freezing cold and they didn't give you blankets at the orphanage.
''Only a few more.... maybe days.... how... how many...'' you whispered softly to yourself.You didn't get education at the orphanage, or food alot of the time. There were loud screams and cries outside. Or that could very well be inside the orphanage. No, it was de
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From just the slight flap of the carpets rims below the man’s feet, Gupta had favourably achieved into getting to settle his large, mild lips onto the petite, tender female ones from the balcony she was leaning up upon.
In that instant, he felt as if he had immersed himself deeper in affection than the quick sand which had withdrawn both of the lovers from each other. Both of them being like the legendary star-crossed lovers, in which their fate was draped and engraved in the small, humble stars which ignited the dimming night sky with miniature flecks of light.
But it was grimly sly to do this sort of act outside of the parents’ households, even if they loved each other with both their heart’s gratification.
After all, the woman he treasured had to shamefully accept an arranged marriage to a man she had yet to come across, be acquainted with or even love.
And it was a shame that she was overly enamoured with the short-spoken and
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~~To the morning~~
"God dammit, it's freezing!" You say to yourself, clutching at your warm winter coat, "Even in this coat..." You breathe out, fog coming out of your mouth, "I hate winter..."
As you continue to walk through the silent street, you hear a sudden growl from the alleyway. You stop walking to peek at the empty alleyway to only find garbage bins and bags filling it up. Shrugging, you continue to walk one step before hearing another growl from the alleyway. Curiously, you turn to walk through the alleyway; trying to investigate the mystery sound that lurked in the alleyway.
Finally, you move a bin away from its original position to find a stray cat p
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Making decisions had always been a slight problem for you and today was no exception. You stared at the throng of milling cats. You could only pick one, but they were all so cute and you wanted to take them all with you. But you couldn't.
Sighing, you pursed your lips. Maybe you should come back tomorrow after you had researched the different types of cats.
Turning to Elizabeta, you smiled apologetically. "I don't know if I'm really ready to adopt a cat yet."
She nodded, grabbing a flyer off the near by wall. It explained the purpose of the shelter and the hours. You thanked her smiled, taking the flyer. When you left, you felt a small tinge of guilt for not buying a cat.
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Deep in the meadow,
Under the willow,
A bed of grass,
A soft green pillow.
All you could do was run. Your (h/c) ponytail was flowing behind you, shining in the lights beaming through the trees. Suddenly you came to a clearing. There was a fairly large willow that shaded a particularly comfortable looking patch of grass.
A wave of fatigue washed over you as you stared at it. Well I have been running for hours. You thought. You stopped under the tree and flopped down.
A slight breeze ruffled the leaves of the willow above you. Slowly, you closed your eyes and drifted asleep, the sound of the forest around you acting as a lullaby.
Lay down your head,
And close your sleepy eyes,
And when again they open,
The sun will rise.
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Read through reader pov!
This is a contest entry for ‘MyThousandWords’ ‘I can’t stop this feeling’ contest
Please listen to this song while reading; it will help make the mood! ‘Rabbits Quartet’ by Kashiwa Daisuke.
“BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP” I opened one of my eyes in pain, the clock read ‘ 7:00 AM.’
Waking up for work is what I intentionally thought was going to happen.
I mean today was Monday and yesterday was Sunday…..right?
But the hangover told me otherwise.
I turned my semi burning head ninety degrees to the right to shut off my alarm clock off when another’s hand beat me to it.
I was frozen in shock; who the hell was in my room? Let alone my bed.
Thinking that it was probably in my best interest to continue to ‘sleep’ so that the intruder would take what they wanted and leave.
Nope, it was still there, I could feel its eyes on my back
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In ancient times, spirits walked beside the humans. Some could be differentiated from the humans, others couldn't. In modern times, spirits weren't as well like. Some of the darker spirits couldn't interact with humans, for they would be killed.
Though, there were some spirits that were still accepted into everyday life. Docile spirits, like those with healing abilities, were allowed into the humans' world. Those who weren't allowed into the human's world lived on the outskirts. Most of the time, those spirits stayed on the outskirts, sometimes entering the human world. There were few exceptions to this 'rule' of Verdonnia.
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Isabella hurried down the street to her father's work. Of course she just finished school and it was summer so she wanted to spend time with her father. She rushed into the toy shop her father worked at with his brothers who he was annoying the crap out again.
The little girl hurried in the shop and rang the bell happy to see her papa now.
"Hello? Welcome to the Nordic toy shop~" A certain someone greeted.
"Uncle Tino!~" The little blonde girl exclaimed.
"Oh, hi there Isabella! Are you here to see your daddy?" The Finnish-man asked her.
"Yup!" She smiled, "Is he here?"
"Hey Tino we need more dolls or robots now!" Someone called in the work room, "As king I want you to go help mak
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"Whoever did this must be ashamed. We are supposed to be kept a secret!"
England added, placing his fist down on the table. America eyed Japan who was sitting quietly at his seat.
"Was it you, Japan? I know how your people love to make anime." Japan stiffened.
"Well, it was one of my people, but it wasn't me who said anything to them about us."
"Who was it then?! It had to be one of us!" Germany added.
"Maybe someone's watching us..."
"That's a good point, um, urmm..."
"Well, if that's true, then who is?"
Canada shrugged and everyone looked around the room, looking for something or someone that doesn't belong.
"Well, we'll find that out later. Right now, we have to keep our secret safe."
"And how do you suppose we do that, America?" England gruffed.
"We go to every crazy 'fans' house, take away all their Hetalia stuff and make them forget that Hetalia ever existe
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Arthur Kirkland, personification of England.
The man who shows no other emotion other than anger. There were very few times where the emotion changed to a lighter one but that was long ago.
Those feelings have long since left him.
They don't know. They don't seem to care.
He pushes everyone away because he doesn't know how to do anything but that. He secretly loves to be around the others at the meetings. He just hates going home when they're over.
No one sees. No one listens.
They don't see him sob to himself at his drab home. They don't know that he wants someone to love desperately, but he just can't seem to do it. His fear had that effect.
They don't see through his tsundere mask.
They don't know his fears.
But he does. He knows. And he hates it.
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You dully sat at a plain wooden table with a birds nest on top of your head. You stared at the burnt food in front of you and tried to refrain from groaning.
Burnt eggs, burnt bacon, and burnt toast.
You were clearly half asleep as you lazily picked up your fork and stabbed it in the toast, completely failing and missing your scrambled eggs entirely.
"For bloody sakes _____ wake up." The all to familiar voice said quite frustratingly.
You lifted up your half opened eyes to see Arthur sit in a chair across from you and stared at your bed head with a small smile.
"Who did your hair?"
You frowned and placed your chin at the edge of the table.
"Zhe pillow, which is a well known hair artist if I do say so myself."
Arthur's smile was wiped away as he saw you hesitate to eat the breakfast he made you, and he raised a brow. Then asking,"Where's Alfred?"
You stuffed your mouth with burnt eggs only to gag a tiny bit, but not noticeable enough for Arthur to well...notice it.
"I think he...is hidi
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Seeing those born with skill and talent.
They paint such beautiful things, using the barest of material.
Entire worlds are spun at their fingertips, all from a dot of paint.
I think sometimes, of how nice it must be,
To be able to capture such beauty, within the borders of a page.
To spin a tale from but the smallest of phrases,
To create a fantastic adventure from a mundane experience.
It is painful indeed at times. When I am seated in this room,
Surrounded by the dull hum of failure and regret,
I ask myself, with eyes burning in the mirror,
Am I finally ready to give it all up?
'No!' I say
I will not let it end this way!
Not without a fight, not until I know that I am utterly broken.
The good lord may have blessed you with talent my friend,
He has given you everything that I could have ever desired...
But there is one thing that I have earned;
One little gift that remains my own.
You would not know of it,
Since you have never felt it,
Imprisoned! 2p!EnglandxReaderxEngland Part 7Warning: There are some mild curse words involved with implication of violence. It is not explicit enough to have the Mature Content; however, if you do not even want to read the slightest implication about it, then this fanfic is not for you!More Like This
"Let go of your damn grip on me, Arthur!" you snarl as the pirate drags you into his house.
"Please, listen to me! Artie, why won't you just stop and listen to what I have to say?!"
The Englishman abruptly stops as you crash onto his strong back, startling you.
He turns to face you with angry emerald eyes, violently glaring at you.
"Why, you may ask?! Do you have any idea how worried sick I was about you?! You don't call me for the week, and I'm supposed to think that you're doing completely fine?! He is a murderer, can't you see?" he rants on, huffing as he spits out those words at your face.
"He isn't a murderer, Arthur! He was born when you lost Elizabeth Knight, right?! When you..."
He looks bewildered and shocked that you hold such he
South Korea x Reader: In A DazeIt was free period in Academy W. and as usual you went in one of the classrooms to study. Well, more like try to study in the classroom until Yong Soo comes in and bothers you until you talk with him for the whole period.More Like This
Yong Soo was your hyperactive friend who was also quite a pervert yet was also a hidden genius. That would probably explain why he never actually studied during free period since he already did beforehand.
So quickly you entered the classroom and placed your bag to the side after taking out a book to read. It would only be a matter of time before he arrives.
The classroom is like any other, the desks neatly aligned but quite close to each other frontwards or backwards. A person, let's say Yong Soo, who'd be sitting in the back of you could easily poke you in the back to get your attention without stretching his arm. There was the teacher's desk in the front of the class, a large blackboard and in the back there was a shelf for books or forgotten objects.
You looked ar
Family TimeMore Like This
"Dammit, stop destroying my house, aru!"
China's request was completely ignored by the three tiny countries running around him. Korea had a towel cape tied around his neck and he kept jumping on and off the couch onto a makeshift bed out of pillows. Taiwan had yanked all of the curtains down and wrapped them around herself in a dress-type fashion so she could pretend to be a Chinese princess. And finally, Japan had raided the kitchen and was threading an incredibly long string with pickled plums and radishes hanging on it.
You could practically see the steam floating off of the livid Chinese man. His face was pink with frustration and his fists were clenched by his sides. He couldn't take all the screaming and laughing and running and jumping . . .
"That's it, aru! I give up!" He threw his hands up in the air angrily. "You
Silent School DaysI am refusing to look back fondlyMore Like This
On the so-called best days and years of my life
So my memories will not deceive me
With rose tinted reminiscence and hindsight
School was nothing more than a breeding ground
For close minded and close hearted thinking
Education was drip fed like water
But was too contaminated for drinking
We were fenced in along side our ambition
And watched it fade as we were forced to learn
From teachers for whom our best interests
Did not seem to be any of their concern
Most days it felt more like a factory
Than a fertile field of free thought
Manufacturing these children’s futures
With the useless information that they taught
Truth is they were bound by bureaucracy
Their once nurturing hands tied up in red tape
And without any passion for teaching
They began to neglect and humiliate
So I’d go to the library, see spaces on shelves
This told me that there were others like me
Wanting to lose themselves between book covers
Before losing their true identity
Never Be The Same ::2P!EnglandxReader::'Man, it's really pouring tonight 'More Like This
You continued to trudge down the sidewalk, people scurrying towards the opposite direction from where you're heading. You shivered a bit from the bites of cold air, but you didn't mind. In all truth, you enjoyed thunderstorms, especially when there's a couple lightning bolts. Those sorts of storms made you happy for some reason. Since you live in England, they were common, and you didn't want to leave. The only thing you would never leave your house without, though, was your umbrella.
Soon enough, the sidewalk cleared and you were the only one left. You smiled to yourself, contently. Being alone while walking down the sidewalk helped you clear your mind, without the worry of running into someone along the way. But, your happy moment ended when you saw a lone man sitting on a bench looking down at his feet. He wasn't even holding an umbrella or anything! "Hey," you called. "It's getting pretty bad out here! Why are you standing outside wit
Atta Girl: Dad!2p! America X Teen!ReaderMore Like This
SMACK! One down, two to go., Al smiled murderously at the other two drunks that were still alive. They stared at the red-eyed American in utter fear.
"It's the devil! The devil has come to kill us!" They screamed like a bunch of idiots. The chubbier one stumbled over the skinny one as they began to back up, resulting in both of them landing on their asses. Al snickered, and spun the nailed bat between is his middle and pointer finger as he slowly advanced towards them.
“I’m not the devil you dumbasses. More like your worst nightmare.” He sneered. With only two swings of his bat, both drunks were lying dead and bloodied on the concrete floor of the alley. Al sighed, while casually wiping some smeared blood of his face and walking behind one of the dumpsters where a crying little girl (around three years old) was huddled up, hiding her face in her hands.
“Yo, kiddo, you okay?” The American asked awkwardly, crouching
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Kids screaming. The smell of corn dogs in the air. Funnel cakes, cotton candy, terribly processed nacho cheese. A petting zoo. Bull-riding. This was an American fair in all its glory.
Arthur gently held Alfred’s hand as he led the way to the biggest spectacle, the carousel. That was where Francis had promised to meet him and Alfred. Matthew would be with him, too.
It had been a while since Arthur had seen Francis. The Frenchman had decided, “for Matthew’s benefit,” as he put it, to send Matthew to a boarding school in Nice, France. Francis had asked Arthur to move to the country of love and live with him. The Englishman had, of course, declined. He knew he was desperately wanted in France, but stayed despite Francis’ begging.
Arthur was giddy with anticipation. He was finally going to see his lover after three months! He might consider moving to France just so he wouldn’t have to wait so long to see his blonde, blue-eyed Frenchman.
A Gift (SpainXAustria oneshot)More Like This
This was inspired by the fanfiction The Rise and Fall of a Union by IlluminatedShadow((which is amazing and you should all go read it))
"Austria! Mi, amor!" a voice yelled, causing the brown haired man to jump and drop the book his was reading.
He sighed, leaning over to retrieve the fallen book, "I'm in here Spain." He called out to his husband.
He watched as the hyper pirate came into the room, a giant childlike smile plastered on his tanned face. Austria noticed that he hadn't even change out his pirate clothes yet.
"There you are!" He called out happily, the smile never leaving his face.
"Ja here I am." Austria replied indifferently. He remained indifferent as Spain bound over to him to kiss him on his cheek.
"I brought something for you." he told him, moving to stand in front of the musical nation.
"Oh?" He asked, lifting a single eyebrow in curiosity, his eyes never leaving the book in his hands though since Spain came in he has reread the same paragraph at least five times. Sigh
I Got You (Gift)More Like This
I Got You
Shit, how did I get myself in such a stupid situation like this? Lovino asked himself as he walked around alone on the streets of Florence. He had gone on a blind date and he ended up getting slapped and cursed at by his date. How was he supposed to know she was offended by racist jokes? He was just kidding anyways!
Either way, his car had stopped working which is why he was walking. Lovino cursed to himself and wondered why he hadn’t taken it to the mechanic when his brother had told him that his car was making weird noises. He stopped in his tracks as he began to think more.
Quickly pulling out his phone, Lovino dialed his brother’s number and waited to her his voice. Why hadn’t he thought of this sooner? He couldn’t call Antonio because he was in Spain right now with his fiancé, Francis, so it only made sense to call his brother.
“Lovi? What’s wrong?” Came the worried response from his brot
A Ship on the HorizonGod he hated that bastard. Hated, loved, resented, needed. The list was endless. If anything, his absence pissed him off the most—moreso than his presence. Goddammit, if that bastard dared return, Lovino did not know what he’d do.More Like This
Certainly not cry and cling and kiss the hell out of him.
Lovino sighed and turned back to the window where he’d been staring out toward the haze that swathed the shoreline this hour of the morning. The lapping of waves in the distance calmed him, as soft as the gentle sigh he released into the cool air. His mind wandered to the last time he saw the Spaniard—God, it must have been years. Everything seemed to run together since he’d gone, the yearning, the shopping, the cooking, the long nights alone…
And yet, as sharp as day was the last time Lovino saw Antonio before he set off ship. He still remembered the wry smile that tinted vivid green eyes with regret, even as
APH:PruCan 'I Made Mistakes.. And I'm Sorry'Anime: Hetalia (Human/School AU)More Like This
Pairing: PruCan - Prussia/Gilbert and Canada/Matthew
Genre: Angst, Romance, School
Summary: Gilbert has made a grave mistake, and he may pay for it.. dearly.
Sorry if this is so short.. it's only a mini prologue. I wanted to get feedback and see if people wanted more.
If there was one thing in my life that I could change, I wouldn't have rejected Matt's confession. It was only a few weeks ago, before the senior prom, and all through high school I've had this serious problem about keeping my self image. I was the awesome jock that had all the girls drooling at his feet. The truth is, though.. I've been gay since middle school. I never thought that I would become so conceited that I would.. hurt my best friend like that. Every time I close my eyes, I can still see the pain and shock on his face when I had laughed off his words and said that I ha
Unstable: Chapter 16UnstableMore Like This
Disclaimer: I own nothing
A/N: Wow big shake up in this episode. Honestly I’d be lying if I said I was overly upset. Despite the fact I loved Wally (mostly because of how hard I shipped birdflash) in season 1 my attachment to him was all but gone do to his behavior thought out season two. That being said I am very sad for my fellow fandom members who are mourning over Wally so I decided to make him a pretty big part of this chapter. Also I am very sorry for not updating when I said I would, life got complicated and I need time to work on my own shit.
Wally stares at the piece of chocolate cake Roy placed in front of him and for the first time in his life he has no desire to eat it. The red head cannot get the image of Dick out of his head. Bleeding, broken, so sad and small; it hurts the speedster just to think about it.
Roy places a hand on Wally’s shoulder drawing his attention to the archer. Roy has a stern look on his face and speaks in a ton of
Nirvana Karkat x Reader (ch. 6)More Like This
Nirvana Karkat x Reader (ch. 6)
Face lit by the dim glow of the stagnant stars beyond the window, Karkat holds a finger to his lips. You bite your tongue in compliance before his finger curls in and he lowers his hand. You want to speak; the silence without the dramatic harangues of the actors on screen pierces your ears. But you don't.
You are very cautious to keep only the shallowest of breaths, lest your noise betray the calm facade you portray. Your eyes have become more adjusted to the darkness; you can almost see your companion's features.
Heedful of his surroundings, the troll rises from the couch with a creak and motions for you to stay put.
"Stay right there," he orders. "I don't want you running into anything and making a racket." He searches the room for a source of light. You watch his silhouette as he scrounges about the area, catching a flash of his nocturnal eyes when he would take a sharp turn in your direction. At last, after minutes of searching, he finds a lan
Love Across Time Psiionic x Troll!Reader Pt10Normal P.O.V.More Like This
I hold Psii's hand and hope with all of my might that he'll live, he show's all the signs of it but I want to be with him so much. If he truly is the matesprit that I can't remember then my small flushes for Sollux and Mituna make sense, since they're both like Psiionic.
I start to rub the side of his face gently. He is the only real thing from my past that I don't remember completely, and that saddens me considerably. When he was better I would ask him, in the gentlest way that I could, if we had really been matesprits. He was flushed for me and I didn't want to hurt him or worse destroy him by saying that I couldn't remember a matesprit that I felt deeply for.
All of the pain was almost gone from my body. I felt that I could speak clearly now but I knew that she wanted me to stop. I also knew that she felt the same, her kiss on my forehead proved it. I would stay quiet until she wanted otherwise. I would and al
Warmth for the Heart (Neither's Ending) Part 1Neither x Neko!ReaderMore Like This
The last ending for a request~
You felt cold and barren suddenly. Hollow even. You didn't feel the burning warmth that wrapped you in your sleep a few minutes ago. It was gone like it never existed in the first place.
Tears began to cascade down your face as you thought about the man that warmed your soul in your dreams or what seemed as memories. You couldn't get him out of your mind as you finally cleared the blurry images of your mind. Full pictures of him with you formed in your now clear mind. You knew where he was and you needed him now. Badly before you become too cold.
"I'm sorry... I can't accept any of your affections... I'm sorry..." You ran past the two males and out the complex to where he was. All of your memories flooded into your head with every step. Thousands of tingling strings of love struck through your body. Warmth wr
Karkat x Reader- Thoughts That Give Me the CreepsKarkat Vantas woke up around noon, feeling like a sluggish old man. This fact was quite odd, since he would always wake up at exactly 6 to watch the early-morning romcoms on the Hallmark channel. As Karkat rubbed his grey eyes, he remembered that last night his girlfriend, (Name), had slept over and they had stayed up till 1 watching every horror movie (Name) owned. Karkat had humored her by watching them. But in truth, by "The Ring" he was ready to piss his pants. The corners of Karkat's mouth tugged upward as he turned to his left, knowing (Name) would be there. It was quite lumpy under the blankets on her side, so he knew she was there. Strange, though; the bed was cold. He shook the lump under the covers. It was still. Karkat's eyes widened and he flung back the blanket. The lump was pillows, arranged to look like a person. "Gone..." Karkat mumbled to himself. Where the fuck was she? How long had she been gone? So many thoughts ran through Karkat's head he could hardly keep track.More Like This
Scalawags~ - Eridan x Reader (Preview)"(NAME)!!!!"More Like This
You stopped in your tracks and whirled around to face the self-proclaimed "pirate queen", your captain, Marquise Spinneret Mindfang.
"Lass, ye better get both hands on deck!"
Your hand traveled to the machete at your side. If Captain Mindfang was this fussy, it could only mean one thing.
"Ah, look wwho it is! Oh, dear (Name), wwhy wwont ya just givve up on those scalawwags?!"
You gripped your machete and unsheathed it as you turned. Up on top of the approaching ship's mast was none other then Eridan fucking Ampora, the right-hand-man of your captain's kissmesis, Dualscar.
He was also that one violet blood who had very strong feelings for you. Red or black you couldn't be sure.
Eridan grinned at you from atop the mast, his harpoon gleaming at his side.
"Join us, (Name)!" He called.
"In yer wet dreams!" You screeched back.
Mindfang appeared beside you, sword in hand, ready for the other ship's captain.
"Ye ready, lass?"
Those fish-faces were in for one hell of a
100 Hetalia HeadcanonsBoth the Italy brothers are amazing opera singers. They just rarely get the chance to demonstrate their skill. Veneziano is just as kinky as Germany, if not more. Most of Veneziano's ditziness is just an act to get people to like him more. It's working pretty well. Secretly, Germany still loves to do childish things. Growing up, Germany was pretty much forced to raise himself since Prussia couldn’t really cook, let alone know how to behave around children. Japan was quite a playboy when he was younger, as well as extremely obsessed with his appearance. Nowadays, he doesn't like to talk about that period of his life. Speaking of the above, he also has a lot of dysfunction buried deep under his quiet and polite facade. At one point in his past, Japan made a vow of celibacy on a whim. He didn’t consider how serious the matter was and that it could possibly come back to bite hMore Like This
He Would Kill You - GermaniaxRoman!Reader - P5More Like This
Chapter Five: Troubling Waters
A glorious morning of golden sunlight and beautiful flowery scents reached your nose and you stretched and curled around in your bed. Your body felt so good from such a wonderful sleep, not to mention very excited about what you had dreamt. Well, dreaming wise your imagination ended up completing what reality had fallen short with. But only after you had been dressed with the help of your handmaiden, your heart and smile suddenly sunk.
“I could have had it… if I hadn’t thought outside of the box. Damn it… why I can’t be selfish at a time like that I’ll never know!” You grumbled as one of the slaves pulled your hair up into a bun and brushed a few random strands of hay of out of it. You giggled at the hay but when you realised you’d spoken out loud, the slave made you terribly suspicious.
“Don’t worry lady ______, you’re wise father has thought of something to make sure yo
Taken (Viking Denmark x Reader) 01Taken (Viking Denmark xReader) 01More Like This
''Good morning _______''
You tipped your head and smiled at the elderly woman that had just passed you. It was a day just like any other, you were on your way to the market to buy some freshly caught fish for today's dinner, and on the way there you met all kinds of people from the village. Your (h/c) hair in a high ponytail, keeping it away from your face as much as possible, you were wearing a simple, white linen shirt and a black skirt that barely touched the ground as you walked. You had survived you twentieth winter, and you had grown into a lovely and independent young lady. Men wanted you, the women wanted to be you...the fairest maiden on this side of the grand sea and your beauty was known to the entire kingdom of the North. You were aware of the many names people called you by, but you hardly took any notice of it...you honestly couldn't care less.
It was in the beginning of summer, and what a grand summer this was turning out to be thus fa
Norway x Reader x Neko!Denmark - Sharing your LoveMore Like This
Dija9: Hi, hi, hi!! I'm back again, so here ya go - a new story, that I hope you will like~!
Disclaimer: Don't own Hetalia or this picture~
Warning: No warning this time~!
How many times can we win and lose?
How many times can we break the rules between us?
How many times do we have to fight?
How many times till we get it right between us?
You quietly hummed Denmark's Eurovision song as smiled by the counter. You were making coffee for your future-to-be-husband, Norway, Lukas Bondevik as he had requested for you to do, while he went to take a morning shower. And, of course, you agreed.
(Tell me now) What’s gone between us has come between us
(Tell me now) What’s gone between us has come between us
You sang out as finished pouring the hot water into his big cup and turned around to place it on the table, only to be m
Yolngu-Makassar Maaf Contest [CLOSED] Win 1 month dA Premium MembershipMore Like This
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Yolngu and Makassar are my favorite pairing in Maaf. They are basically the character of Australia and Indonesia in the sub-ethnic versions of the respective countries.
Broadly, Yolngu and Makassar stories include friendship-angst genre. And I want you to be able to lift the feel of the genre in this contest!
Who would not be sad when you losing your best friend? Who would not hurt when your best friend left you?
Draw Yolngu and Makassar with the theme of "lost"
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King!EnglandxReader- His Beloved Ch 1You opened your eyes and then sat up as you groaned and clutched your head as you looked around the room. You sighed and kicked the covers off you and then stood up as you then dusted yourself off and went to go and open the wooden shutters. You stuck your head out the window and to the outside world. You sighed once more and looked around, it was another day in the kingdom. You went to change into a (f/c) dress and black flat shoes. You groaned and placed your hair into a bun so it wouldn't get in the way.More Like This
“_____! get downstairs.”
You sighed and then shook your head as you walked towards the door and then opened it as you closed it behind you.
“I'm coming!” You yelled back.
You walked down the stairs to be greeted by your parents, ok, your adopted parents, your past was a blur, you couldn't remember that far back, as a matter of fact, you were a baby when your adopted parents found you, they claimed you were left on their doorstep as a baby
2Ptalia - The Seven Deadly Sins ~Greed~ (Cao)Danger lurks along the dirt roads crawling through the backwoods village despite the alluring, peaceful air they offer. Chaos runs rampant in the country where the soldiers can't control the people, but it's in these kinds of areas that the greatest profits can be made. Misty, sleep-deprived eyes follow the hooded figure making its way across an intersection. No one has glimpsed the person's face in all the years the village has dealt with him or her though the sight is as familiar as the village baker.More Like This
Women avert their eyes and lower their heads as the figure passes them, herding unruly children away from the robed person and ignoring the way their husband, brother or son's eyes alight on the figure's shoulders with a deep hunger. Deep brown eyes with noticeable bags beneath them peer out from beneath the hood, studying each person's face. It's been some time since his last visit to this out-of-the-way village, and it's obvious his absence has caused adverse side-effects on the resid
KugelmugelxArtist!Reader: Play God“See how the game of life is playing all of us for fools,More Like This
Dancing a string around us, making all these silly rules.
See how he looks down on us like we’re acting out a show,
Throw the dice and let’s see which head will roll!”
Your fingers glide and dance along the keyboard in your lap, pressing down on each key with perfect accuracy. The letters on the screen appear one by one with each tick of the keys. The letters come together to form words, the words come together to form sentences, the sentences become paragraphs, and from paragraphs is born something more; a story. A story made with characters created of your imagination, of your… will. You chuckle a bit, the laugh sounding so lighthearted and yet so sinister.
“Oh, William, my pet,” you speak to the story, “There are several reasons why you’re my favorite-“
Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door. You quickl
Misconceptions of You - RussiaxReaderMisconceptions of YouMore Like This
“...Russia?” [Name] tentatively asked. The cute and almost childish nation didn’t scare you anymore, but you had to admit; he was still pretty intimidating, with his 6 foot 5 self.
“Mm, da, [Name]~?”
“How do you remain so...cheerful?”
He tilted his head to the side, adding to his childish demeanor. You could have squealed. A fully grown man with his height and presence - he was cute?
But he was.
“It’s right, da? What did you mean by the question you had for me?”
“...How do you remain so...cheerful, even though everyone hates or fears you?”
“Mm...I do not know how to answer that, [Name]. I just...how does America say it...keep on trucking?”
The [h/c] girl giggled, but sobered when Russia looked at her in confusion.
“And not everyone hates me! I have sis
Sneaking Out And Cotton Candy (Lithuania+Reader)*RequestedMore Like This
With bag in hand and under the cover of the night sky. The stars burned bright and twinkled in the dark curtain above as she ran towards his house. She ran and hid in the bushes, she always loved the fact that it gave her an adrenaline rush. Her hand gathered a small piles of pebbles on the ground she was crouching over. Her legs pushed her up off the ground and she came out onto the grassy lawn in front of the large house that stood in front of her. Her hand cast the first rock and hit the panel next to a window on the second story. Her hand continued chucking the pebbles at the window until a light switched on in the room. The curtain opened and revealed a young man with shoulder length brown locks.
“__y/n__!” He whispered, “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here for you silly!” She smiled brightly up at the young man in the window.
“Why? And have you seen what time it is?”
“Yeah, but the carnival is in town and toni
Prussia x Reader: Most GirlsMost girls want a guy who would hold an umbrella over their head and carry them over puddles.More Like This
The rain had be teeming down all day and you were currently sheltering from it inside a small cafe along with your boyfriend Gilbert.
After two hours of waiting it was becoming clear that the rain wasn't going to lighten up any time soon.
“Looks like we're gonna have to make a run for it.” You sighed, waiting for Gilberts opinion.
“But zhe awsome me vill get all vet.” He answered with a frown.
Honestly, you did love your boyfriend, but sometimes the size of his ego really rubbed you up the wrong way.
“And zhe awsome me does not vant to get vet. Zhat is your job.”
“Ha ha. Hilarious.” Making it quite obvious how unamused you were. “Seriously though, at this rate we're going have to face it sooner or later.” You mutter as you head towards the door and begin to rummage around in your bag for your [f/c] brolly.
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-Hetalia Guys x Reader Oneshot-
"PASS THE MASH POTATOES!"
"HAND ME A TURKEY LEG!"
"WHAT DOES A GUY HAVE TO DO TO GET SOME GOD DAMN GRAVY!"
Everyone sat at a very large table, gathering food, and laughing amongst themselves.
"VHERE ARE ZE BEERS AT?!"
"CAN I GET SOME SODA?!"
"WHERE'RE THE TOILETS AT?!"
Some people where left in the kitchen, cooking a bit more food for the large crowd. An angry Arthur stood outside the kitchen as a certain (Hair Color) stood in front of him, not allowing the blond to pass by.
"I just want to see how things are coming along!" He defended himself.
She shook her head lightly as a small laugh escaped her lips.
"Nu-uh. When you went to check on it earlier, you ended up burning our first turkey. Those shits are expensive, so unless your willing to pay for another, you're not going in there."
Arthur scowled her before heading back to his seat, which, unfortunately for him, was in between that
Hetalia x Abused! Depressed! Maid! Reader p9WARNING: BLOOD AND VIOLENCE AHEAD! DON'T LIKE? DON'T READ!More Like This
"They are looking for her." Al stated while taking a large bite from his veggie burger.
Oliver, Matt and Al sat around Oliver's kitchen table. They had recently learned that the 1p's have been looking for you to take you away from them. They won't be letting that happen anytime soon. But sadly, they had their own world meeting today as they were the 2p's of the country's. They didn't want you to get hurt there. The other 2p's would not doubt take advantage of you. They could leave you at the house, but the 1p's could find you.
"She used to be a maid at the 1p meetings." Matt said casually.
"How the hell do you know?" Al snarled.
"Al! Not swearing!" Oliver said to Al while flicking his nose.
"She told me yesterday while we were poacher hunting. We can disguise her as one of those." Oliver and Al nodded in agreement.
"She'll look adorable! But I will not have m
Hetalia x Reader x 2p!Hetalia: All My Fault 1You sighed and kept walking, your sore feet protesting at every step. Your (h/c) hair was fluttering behind you in the strong wind. Looking up above, you noted the color of the clouds in the dark sky. They appeared to be a nice silver color against the inky black of the night; the pumps swinging back and forth in your hands matched.More Like This
The lack of light on the street just reminded you of how far away you were from your home in the bright city. Yet you had to get home, before one of them did. You were sure they had not noticed you leaving.
“One foot in front of the other….. Keep walking…” you whispered to yourself. You had already come this far. No turning back now.
Suddenly, a bright light burst out from behind you, startling you. Looking over your shoulder, you saw a sports car slowing down, the headlights turned on to bright. The little child that was still in you panicked at the thought of a stranger pulling up to you in a car, but you swallowed that down, tak
Hetalia X Mermaid!Reader : And it's begins~You are a mermaid who lived in the ocean happily with your family in a water village. Everything was peaceful, no war or anything that cause pain. But then, after areturn of a member of the village, things turned bad. A strange illness appeared, which affected many people easily cause total chaos. Many had left because of it, and the village is slowly dying. While you caught other health problems more easily than other, the strange thing is you didn't caught this strange illness. However, your sister did and that worried the family.More Like This
To cure her, you'd swam to many area in hope of finding herbs that can make the medicine but end up in failure. Then, you suddenly have a brilliant idea, if the ocean doesn't have the cure, then it must be on the land. With the worry of your sister and your curiousity, you asked your parents for permission. And it ends up.....
"No! It's too dangerous! I can't let my baby girl went to that dangerous place!"
"No! This is final! Only men went
HetaliaxReader: To Gain Their Trust Ch.1You woke up tied to a chair in a dark room. Your arms were bound behind the back of the chair, and your legs were tied together. You had no clue where you are—in fact, you had no clue how you even got here. One minute, you were just walking down the street, minding your own business, and then BAM! Here you are.More Like This
“Hello?!” you yelled. You hoped someone would hear you…if someone was here.
Someone sitting in front of you turned on a light and shined it in your eyes. “You don’t need to yell,” said a male voice. “We’re sitting right here.”
As your eyes adjusted to the sudden light in the room, someone else spoke up. This voice was female. “Welcome to our headquarters, _____ _____.”
“How do you know my name?” you questioned. “Headquarters for what?”
The male voice spoke up again. “We know your name merely because we have been watching you—your every move, everything you d&