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"Un Lugar Maravilloso de España"

You read the sign with a roll of your eyes as you walked down a road in the middle of a neighborhood. That thought was at the back of your head right now. It was pouring down rain, and you honestly had no where to go.

You were a high school dropout, and now that it was time for you to go to college, your parents straight-out kicked you out of their home. 'Find a job!' they said. Well, that wasn't going to happen.

You stopped walking and looked down at your feet, the weight of everything that happened to you rushing into your eyes. Before you could stop it, tears flowed freely down your cheeks, combining with the ice-cold raindrops.

"María tenía un corderito, corderito, corderito~"

The tears stopped flowing so suddenly when you heard a voice. A very beautiful singing voice, that is. It sounded pretty close. You turned around instantly and saw a young man walking, holding an umbrella loosely in his hands. He had messy brown hair, but it looked kept at the same time. His eyes were a bright emerald, and something about how happy they shined made your stomach do a flip flop. He was singing that song, rather loudly, and very cheerfully.

You noticed he was holding a basket of tomatoes, too. You didn't even know they could get that red in this season.

Why is he so happy in this weather...?" You wonder, holding your breath to keep from saying it out loud.

A blush creeped onto your face when he stopped singing. The grin on his face turned into a curious smile, and he started walking towards you.

In a panic, you smooth out your wrinkled shirt and shorts. Why did you have to be wearing such an ugly outfit today?!

"Hola senora, do you need something?" The man asked, the happy glow of his face not dimming.

"Um... I-I..." You found yourself speechless. He was extremely handsome, even more so up close.

"Oh, I see! You have no place to go, huh?"

"Wh-what?! Oh! How'd you know?" The blush increased when he looked into your eyes. He seemed to be thinking.

"No sane person would walk out in the rain at this time of day if they had someplace to be!" He let out a laugh. It was honest, and made you smile the tiniest bit. "Anyway, how about you stay at my place for the night? As the saying goes, mi casa, es su casa."

You cross your arms, feeling very self conscious. "I don't know..."

"Come on, you can use my shower and I'll even cook for you." The man held out his hand, the old grin returning. "I'm Antonio, by the way."

"Antonio... Nice to meet you... I'm ________."

The two of you shook hands, but he didn't let go. He began walking, your hand gently clutched in his. Your stomach did another flip flop, but you didn't mention it.

He started singing again and you smiled a true smile. All that you could think about was what was awaiting you at Antonio's house.
OMG. Thanks to everyone for the faves! It means a lot! <3

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I hope you enjoy it! ^_^

Part 1 - You Are Here
Part 2 - [link]
Part 3 - [link]
Part 4 - [link]
Part 5 - [link]
Final - [link]

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I do not own the image above, I simply used it to go with the story. All of it belongs to its owner.

I do not own Hetalia or its characters.

Story belongs to me.

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"Un Lugar Maravilloso de España" - Welcome to Beautiful Spain

"María tenía un corderito, corderito, corderito~" - Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb~

"Mi casa, es su casa." - My home is your home.
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"Alfred! You're gonna kill us!" (Y/N) screamed, clinging to her arm rests for dear life, as her boyfriend drove like a maniac.

"Dude! This is fun!" He laughed, hazardously speeding the old RV up. "I haven't yet, why would I now!?"

(Y/N) had been dating her hero, Alfred, for about 2 years now. All the time he had been badgering her about going on a road trip in his RV with him, but only recently did she agree. They took off right away, starting in (Y/n)'s hometown. Now they were out in the mid-south, driving along the star-lit gravel road. It was night out, but from the headlights you could see the cacti and rocks on the side of the road, whizzing by.

"Alfred! Watch out!" (Y/N) squeaked, backing up in her seat and pointing at a large rock in the road. "Hmm?" Alfred mumbled calmly, only succeeding in hitting it when he looked at her. They ran over it and the RV started making a puttering sound, and he can to a stand-still in the road. (Y/N)'s skin was pale as she stared at Alfred in horror, and he gave a nervous laugh.

"Heh.. Heh.. D-Don't worry! I-I'll get out and fix it!" He said, clearly a little scared himself as he reached over to ruffle (Y/N)'s (H/C) coloured hair.

"Sure AS HELL YOU'LL FIX IT!" (Y/N) screeched, batting his hand away and frowning grumpily. "I told you to slow down, I did! And did you listen!? NooooOOOOOOoooooOoOoOOOOoO!"

"B-Babe, It's o-okay—" Alfred tried to speak up, but (Y/N) was in a sour mood, and got up from her seat to go sit away from him on the couch behind. Al opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it. He stood up and pulled the toolkit from the over-head compartment. He glanced at her, who didn't look back, before opening the door and stepping out into the chilly night air with a flashlight.

~xXx~
(Y/N) had long since changed into her pajamas. It had been over an hour he was out there, and she had only talked to him once, through the window. (Y/N) sighed and stood up, pulling out the things to make a batch of hot cocoa.

When she was done, she poured two mugs, put a jacket on, and grabbed Alfred's as she stepped outside. She walked around the other end to where her boyfriend was just finishing the last bolt on a new tire.

"…Hey." (Y/N) said, as Alfred looked up. She held out his coat, and a mug. "…How's it going?"

"This is just the last part." Alfred mumbled, taking a screw from where he held it in his mouth, and cranking it on with the wrench. Once he did, he took his coat and put it on, shivering as he smiled and took the drink.

"I'm sorry I yelled, Al—"

"It's okay. I didn't listen."

(Y/N) let out a sigh before crossing her legs and sitting down next to Al. He grinned and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in closer and hiding his face in her (H/C) locks. He kissed the top of her head before speaking again. "So, the car's all fixed up. I reckon we can start up again in the morning."

(Y/N) looked up and grinned, glancing between his eyes and lips before leaning up and kissing him, who happily kissed back.

"Looks like me Hero saved the day again."
And I come back, with a part 2 of the "X Reader 100 Oneshot Challenge"!

My dad keeps talking about how he's going to get an RV, so we can all go on a roadtrip around America. It gave me an idea for some sort of driving fic... And who better for Reader-tan to tour America with, than him himself!?

Please comment, and if there's a character who you would like to see soon, put that down too!

[link] < Part 1
Part 3 > [link]

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America (c) Hima
Story (c) Me
You (c) You
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You're In Hell: The English Are Cooks

"In Hell, the English are cooks, the Germans are police officers, the French are engineers, the Italians are bankers, and the Swiss are lovers!"

You lay on your couch, watching the Sci-Fi channel. You and Arthur were supposed to go have lunch with each other today, but he suddenly cancelled it at the last minute. Why did he cancel the date? Did he lose interest in you? Did he make other plans? Just thinking about it made you tear up a little. Suddenly, you heard your cell phone ring.

You wiped the salty tears off your face and picked up your cell to see that it was Arthur calling. Your excited that he was calling you, but at the same time you were still sad and mad that he cancelled the date. You cleared your throat and answered the call. "Arthur!" You said, trying not to sound like you just got done crying, "Why...why did you cancel our date? D-do you not like me anymore?" Your voice cracked a little as you started to cry again.

"Oh, I am so sorry about that, love. Forgive me," Arthur's voice sounded a little different, "Why don't you come over to my house and we can talk it over?"

You weren't sure what to say. After a little pause, you agreed to come over anyway.

"Alright then! See you in a bit, love." He then hung up. You put your cell down, biting your lip. You were thinking if you should really go or not. He didn't sound like the Arthur you knew. You decided to go, since you started to worry about him. You got up from your couch, turned off the T.V., and slipped on your shoes. You grabbed your keys and headed for the door, grabbing your jacket and slipping it on. You opened the door and locked it behind you after you stepped outside. Since Arthur just lived down the block, you decided to walk there.

When you got there, you walked up the steps to his front porch. There wasn't a single light on. You walked up to his door and were about to ring his doorbell, but you hesitated. "Should I really do this?" You nervously thought to yourself. Knowing it was probably too late to head back home, you rang his doorbell. You heard footsteps in the house getting louder as they walked to the door. You gulped and started to sweat a little. You wanted to just leave, but you were stiff, like someone froze you into ice.

The door then opened with a loud creak. Arthur appeared in front of you, "Why, 'ello there
[_y/n_]!" Not only did he sound different, he even looked different.

"A-Arthur?!" You were shocked when you saw his appearance. He now had bleach blond hair with sky blue eyes and freckles to match. Instead of his usual olive green sweater vest, it was now a bright pink with a light blue bow tie. "What happened to you?!"

"What do you mean?" Arthur asked tilting his head to the side, "I'm the same as ever!" He said that with such a joyful and bright smile, there was no way this was Arthur. It all must be a trick.

You then caught the aroma of delicious cupcakes coming from the kitchen. "Oh my gosh, Arthur, what is that wonderful smell?" You almost started to drool. It was the most amazing thing you ever smelled.

"Oh! You must be smelling my fresh-baked cupcakes!" Arthur replied while looking back at the kitchen, "Would you like to come inside and try one, my dear?" He held out his hand, giving you a smile. Without thinking, you reached for his hand and let him grip it, leading you inside. You walked in like you were in a trance.

When you usually go to Arthur's house, his kitchen is untouched. Spic and span with not a spec of well...anything. Today though, there was a mixing bowl and utensils with some cupcake batter on them. There were some drops of it on the counter, as well.

"Oh dear! I am so sorry, [_y/n_]!" You were confused why he was apologizing, "I have left a big mess in the kitchen!"

"Oh, it's alright Arthur. I'm cool with it..." you looked a little shy when you told him that. As you started towards the cupcakes, you felt the heat from the oven, knowing Arthur just baked the cupcakes. You stared at the cupcakes, like a lioness watching her prey. They had pink and blue icing and were wrapped in polka dot wrappers. Arthur then came behind you, picking up one of the cupcakes.

"It's red velvet," he said as he held it up to your face, "Go ahead, love. Try it."

You took the cupcake from his hand and unwrapped it, taking a small bite. Your eyes widened as the delicious treat dissolved in your mouth, tingling your taste buds. You then took another bite of the surprisingly delicious cupcake. "Oh my gosh! This cupcake is delicious!" You said with your mouth full. You then finished your cupcake, grabbing another one from the counter.

"I'm glad you love it, [_y/n_]," Arthur wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek. Him doing that just made you remember why you came to his house in the first place.

"Arthur...w-why did you cancel-," You suddenly felt drowsy. You held your hand up to your head, dropping your cupcake to the ground. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you slowly closed them, losing your balance. You then fell asleep, but Arthur was ablw to catch you. He then swooped you off your feet, whispering in your ear, "Oh, [_y/n_], you're so sweet...like a cupcake," He kissed you on the forehead.

Arthur then started walking up the stairs to his room, you still in his arms, with some rope over his shoulder. "We're going to have 'lots of fun, my little poppet..." He whispered with a slight smirk on his face.
Sorry if it sucks! TT_TT (I'm not a good story writer)

I've been wanting to do something like this :meow: Yes, this is 2p!Hetalia fan-fiction stuff. XD I'm so addicted to it right now <333

So, Here's 2p!England's part of the story, but I guess this doesn't have mature content since he didn't really do anything yet...

Next up will be 2p!America c:

Enjoy! <3

I do NOT own 2p!Hetalia or the picture above. I just wrote the fan-fic.
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You could only stare at the man, completely frozen in shock. He stood up, licking the blood off his fingers, and waltzed towards you with a childlike expression on his face.

“Did you miss me?” He repeated, reaching out to touch your face.

You flinched, and he pulled back, looking hurt. “What’s wrong, poppet?”

“Well, for starters, you just killed my mum,” You replied hoarsely, finding that you could move your jaw after all.

“When I got here, poppet,” He said softly, reaching out and pulling you towards him. You didn’t flinch away this time, much to his relief. “She was cursing your name and looking around so she could beat you. Do you really think I could let anybody get away with that?”

“Ollie,” You mumbled, “I’m not as defenseless as I was when I left. I’ve been leaving Berlitz at my friend’s house and constantly on the move. I only stay here for three hours for sleep.”

Ollie looked at you quietly, “Do you know how long it took me to get the magic to work?” He asked softly, leaning his forehead against yours with an unusually serious look. “Two years,” He murmured. “Two years without you, and I’ve only known you for oh-so-long.” He laughed bitterly, pulling away again.

You stared at him, eyes narrowed as his laughter fell back into his manic giggle. He looked at you with his bright blue eyes. “Did you get my message, poppet?”

You cursed under your breath. “I knew it. Yes, I got your message. Did you really have to people to do it? Couldn’t you just leave a letter with the post office like they do in the movies?”

“Movies?” He echoed, looking puzzled for a moment before he looked at you with amusement. “_______, my love, I’m Jack the Ripper, did you really think I would do something in a way that wasn’t dramatic?”

“I guess not,” You muttered. “At least Dad’s not hear for you to rip up too.”

“Where is he?” Ollie asked, a glint in his eyes all of a sudden.

“Jail,” You replied promptly.

Ollie pouted. “Aw, that’s no fun. I wanted to ri-“ Before he could finish his statement, you punched him in the stomach. He let out a whoof of pain and doubled over, glaring at you. “What was that for?”

“You don’t just go and kill people’s parents!” You scowled.

“Why not? I did already, and she was going to beat you,” He gained a hard glint in his eyes before grinning with his normal insane expression. “Besides, who likes their inlaws anyway?”

“She already beat me, I’m used to it!” You scowled, completely missing the second part for a moment before staring at him. “Wait, what?”

He winked, grinning. “You heard.”

You stared at him, jaw dropped, before closing it. “We have to get out of here,” You said finally, deciding to bother him about it later.

He looked confused. “And why’s that?”

“Well, let me think,” You said sarcastically, “My mother is ripped to shreds on the grounds, and we’re the only ones here. You’re covered in blood. Any other stupid questions?”

“Where can I find some non-bloodied clothes?”

“Upstairs, first door to the right. Maybe Dad’s clothes will fit you.” You shrugged, wanting him to leave the room.

He darted upstairs, and quick as a flash, you knelt down beside your mother’s body. Sure, the woman was a bitch, but she was, nonetheless, the woman who raised you. You felt tears well up, if anything, at the sight of another shredded body. Despite your time with the mafia, you never saw anything like this, and the sight made you sick to your stomach. Not to mention, you still didn’t know what Ollie would do in the near future. You were stuck with him for the rest of his life, if anything to prevent him from running around slaughtering people.

You heard Ollie’s footsteps and you stood up. “Ready to go?” You asked.

“Where is it that we’re heading to, poppet?” He questioned, reaching for your hand.

“Somewhere safe,” You replied calmly. “Perks to being in the mafia: You have family everywhere.”

Ollie stared at you. “So you did wind up leading a life of crime,” He said softly, squeezing your hand.

You chuckled. “That I did. And what a criminal I make, too. Nobody ever suspects the pretty ones. Or was it that they always suspect the pretty ones?” You questioned sarcastically.

“Either way,” Ollie beamed, “As long as you and cupcakes are there, I think I’ll be happy forever.”

“I’m as important as your cupcakes?” You stared at him, stunned.

“More,” He replied, leaning in and kissing you gently. He pulled back, eyes glimmering in amusement. “Let’s go to that safe place then, poppet!”

You shook yourself out of your shock and pulled him after you. When you stepped outside, Berlitz bounced up to meet you, then promptly knocked Ollie over, making excited little yips you never thought you’d hear from the German Shepherd. You laughed, and together, the three of you walked away from the sunset into the shadows of night, to lead a life of danger, lies and conspiracy.


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Back in Victorian England, the police were baffled. All signs of the Ripper had vanished from England, and any murders they found were clearly unrelated. Had he stopped killing? Or had he left.

Based on several vague clues, the police concluded that he left for America, claiming to have evidence that he had boarded a ship there.

Of course, they were wrong, but exactly how wrong, they had no idea. When a series of murders like the Ripper’s sprung up over a hundred years later, nobody considered even for a moment that it was him.

But it was.

And the Ripper now wanders around the 21st century.

Fin.
THE END.
Well, this was fun to write 8D
Now that it's over, I'm going to start posting Slightly More Crazy.
Anyway, thank you to everyone who followed this story, I can't even begin to tell you how much I love you all.
Be careful when you're alone~ You never know where Ollie may be lurking~

This was the "unexpected ending" I have been waiting to do. Why is it that the main characters in books and movies walk off into the darkness and happily live a life of crime? Ever? THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED. //shot

Chapter 1: [link]
Chapter 2: [link]
Chapter 3: [link]
Chapter 4: [link]
Chapter 5: [link]
Chapter 6: [link]
Chapter 7: [link]
Chapter 8: [link]
Chapter 9: [link]
Chapter 10: [link]
Chapter 11: [link]
Chapter 12: [link]
Chapter 13: [link]
Chapter 14:**Here**
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Every time you turned a corner, no matter how armed, how alone, how light, how dark, how…anything, it was, you always expected to see him there. You couldn’t tell whether it was paranoia or if you genuinely missed the man, but you thought it was more towards the first.

You were walking down the street. The sun was shining, not a cloud in the sky. You had no worries as of now. Nobody involved with the mafia knew who you were, so you were safe. You were out of your house, so you were safe. But you were uneasy.

It had been a year since you discovered the message left by Ollie’s new five murders. After seeing Mary Kelly’s murder, it made you retch thinking that you had indirectly been the cause of five more deaths.

Not to mention the possibility of Ollie coming after you. You walked on, considering this. He had said he could never get his magic to work, but you knew that he, like other people, was capable of achieving shocking things when driven enough. The only question was, how driven was he?

You stopped in front of a house, halting a moment before walking up the path. Almost immediately, the door was shoved open and you were tackled by a familiar black shepherd dog.

“Berlitz, you goofball, get off of me!” You laughed, shoving the dog off.

“…hi, _______,” A voice greeted you from the doorway.

You grinned at your friend, “Hey, Lukas. I can’t thank you enough for looking after Berlitz. It’s not a great idea to leave him home right now…”

Lukas looked sympathetic. “Your mom?” He asked.

You nodded grudgingly. “Since dad’s gone, there’s no one to scream at her that she’s whacking an expensive dog, and I couldn’t take him with me today…” Your father had finally been caught in all his mafia activities and arrested.

Lukas nodded, gritting his teeth. “Really, ______, you should have just moved in with me and my brothers ages ago. You shouldn’t have to be in your…situation.”

You gave a sort of half smile. “The situation could be worse…I think I’m starting to get addicted to danger or something. Can you do that?”

Lukas snorted. “Apparently. Do you want to stay here?”

You shook your head. “Nah, it’ll be fine. Besides, I impose on you enough as it is, Lukas.” You hugged him. “Thanks for the offer though.”

“It’s always there,” He reminded you before stepping back into his house and closing the door.

You heaved a sigh and looked down at Berlitz, who thumped his tail against the pavement. “Time to head back, I guess.”

The dog’s ears drooped a little at the dull tone of your voice, but he followed you, nonetheless, down the street back home.

You walked up the driveway. Your house was a little isolated from the others in the suburb, with typical white siding and a solid gray roof. When you reached the door, you couldn’t help feeling a low shiver run through your system as you touched the doorknob. It was a feeling you had gotten used to over the past year, and one you weren’t especially fond of. You fingered the gun at your hip and opened the door, slowly.

The first thing that hit you was the silence. At this time of day, your mother ought to be on a drunk Irish rampage, cursing and breaking everything in sight. But all was still. Or, so you thought, at first glance.

You heard a low humming, as you listened more closely, and you followed it slowly towards the living room, pulling your gun out and holding it carefully.

You whirled around the corner, gun pointed (not that it was actually cocked and ready to shoot or anything. No way in hell were you planning on killing anyone.) at the person in your living room.

What you saw caused you to lower your gun in shock. There was Ollie, sitting on your living room floor, with his knife out and busy at work carving up your mother. He turned around and beamed at you.

“Hello, poppet!”

The gun fell to the ground with an echoing clatter.

He grinned at your expression. “Did you miss me too much, _______?”
Sorry it took so long! I've been really busy, what with an annotated outline and things...and...ugh...English...><

Chapter 1: [link]
Chapter 2: [link]
Chapter 3: [link]
Chapter 4: [link]
Chapter 5: [link]
Chapter 6: [link]
Chapter 7: [link]
Chapter 8: [link]
Chapter 9: [link]
Chapter 10: [link]
Chapter 11: [link]
Chapter 12: [link]
Chapter 13: **Here**
Chapter 14: [link]
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A stifled gasp erupted from your throat as you were forced onto Haru's bed, his weight pressed against you. His forearms restrained you from moving while his knee tucked itself between your legs. Goosebumps made its way onto the surface of your skin and you instinctively tensed up. Cold fingers were pressed against your jawline, slowly tracing it. The boy's actions were surely something that caused your chest to grow tight and warm, leaving you to crave more.

"How'd you figure it out?" He breathed into the nape of your neck.

You hesitated to reply to Haru, considering the position you were in. A smile slowly made its way onto your lips as you tilted your head up. "I.. I don't know. You tell me." You slipped your arms out of the boy's firm grasp and leaned on your shaky elbows for support. "But does it matter any more?" 

Haru's hand was planted on your back, pulling it into an arch as his lips came in contact with yours. His lips were warm, his uneven breaths loud in your ear. You tangled your fingers into his dark navy hair; an act that caused Haru to stiffen briefly. His hands worked its way underneath your t-shirt as you were pressed onto the mattress once again. Your cheeks were burning and your lips trembled, only to add to Haru's amusement. He eyed your movements through half lidded eyes - the rise and fall of your chest and your teeth gritting. 

How did a short conversation turn into something like this? The way his lips impatiently slammed into yours, the way his body came in contact with your body. It only left you wanting more.

"Do you know.." He began, his lips tickling the tip of your ear. "How hard it is to resist you?"


"Must be really hard," You managed to gasp out after a long pause.

"And how hard it is to protect you?" 

And by protecting, you knew he meant keeping you away from Cassandra. You understood staying away from the jealous brunette was best, and naturally, common sense. Then a sudden jolt went through you. Was the 'holding hands' act for Cassandra? To show her that he had feelings for you, and no one else? 

Your inconsistent thoughts were cut off when you were snapped back into reality by a shirtless Haru looming over you. His fingers efficiently discarded your upper undergarments, while his right hand made its way up your thigh in a slow and teasingly manner. His gaze would flicker to you once in a while to watch your reaction, and he'd reach up and plant a kiss on your lips. Words were caught in your throat and you only manage to let out a mewl as you tightly grabbed a handful of the bed sheet.

Just as he tossed your legs around his waist, the boy was interrupted by a loud banging on his front door, followed by a shout, presumably in Nagisa's voice. 

Frustrated, the two of you hurriedly sat up and threw on your attire, left unsatisfied. You straightened out Haru's bedding and combed your hair out with your fingers while Haru sped walk to the door. He stopped mid-way, then gave a sideways glance to you. 


"We're finishing this another time."


DA MN IT NAGISA 
THIS TOOK ME SUCH A LONG TIME TO WRITE SINCE ITS MY FIRST SEMI-SMUT GOMEN I WILL OBVIOUSLY GO BACK AND EDIT IT MORE BUT I'M SO DONE WITH THIS CHAPTER. Not a lot of frickle frackle action, but im making it mature content just to be safe.
update: I know how to end this fanfic now hurraaaay
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Hello everyone! I greatly apologize for the long wait! The Laughing Jack fic should be updated within the next day or so. Just a heads up, there is some strong language up ahead. I don't like putting on mutate content on my fics/drawing unless it is really hardcore, so this is just a heads up.

I stared wide-eyed and mouth agape at the boy leaning half-way out of my computer with glowing red eyes. I whimpered and my whole body began to quiver. I blinked and glanced down when I felt something drip onto my lap. Water dripped from the computer screen and onto my lap. I glanced back up at the boy and continued to stare at him. I felt completely paralyzed, my mind was screaming at me to run and flee, but my body wouldn't respond. A sinister smile formed on the boy's face, his eyes narrowing. He inched closer to me, if that was possible.

“Whats wrong? Cat got you tongue?” I whimpered again and gripped the sides of my chair. He laughed and stared down at the water. “Oh, my apologies,” he cooed sarcastically, I didn't mean to get water everywhere.” He hummed the reverse Song of Healing while stepping out of the computer screen and standing on my desk, hopping down to the floor with a thud. “Well damn if all you are going to do is sit there then I'm going to stalk someone else.”

I pivoted my chair, finally able to snap out of my paralytic state, and watched him stroll around my room with his arms crossed at his chest. He tapped his foot and glanced at me, a smirk on his pale lips.

“Oh yeah, this room bring back such wonderful memories,” he said as he sat down on my bean bag chair and closed his eyes. “All the screams, the tears, the insane blabbering going on and on, almost nonstop, like a nightmarish melody to my ears. The screams and cries in perfect harmony.” I swallowed nervously and stared at my floor that had small water puddles in his tracks. Yay, guess who gets to clean that up?

“So,” I whispered, “you are the one who killed my cousin?” He shook his head.

“I didn't kill him personally. He killed himself. I just fucked with his mind enough to sent him into the lowest pits of insanity that drove him to kill himself. Sounds reasonable, right?” I sat on my bed and took in a deep breath, my eyes never leaving his. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples.

Okay, let me just asses the situation occurring right now. Some guy just came out of my computer screen with glowing eyes. He then proceeds to take a casual stroll around my room and tells me that he is the reason why my cousin drove himself insane, which lead him to his ultimate demise, and here I am, just sitting here. Something doesn't seem right about this.

“This whole situation doesn't seem reasonable,” I growled, glaring at him. His smile grew as he saw how I was confused and annoyed about it. I walked over to him and crossed my arms. “Why aren't you driving me insane? Why are you just sitting there like I have known you my whole life?” He laughed and stood up. I bit my lower lip and my eyes widened he was a good two 1/2-3 inches taller than me.

“Why? Because I'm bored. I was trapped in that box for too long. I HATE to be caged in like an animal, especially in that damn game where nothing interesting happens. But this world,” he smirked and walked over to the window, “new and exciting things happen all the time. Why would I want to taint my only form of entertainment? Also, I was getting so lonely,” he purred.  I blinked and walked over to him.

“You were only in the box for four weeks...” He glared down at me and growled.

“Each week in your human world equals seven weeks in mine. That means I was in that box for almost three damn years.” I bit lower lip and glanced outside.

“So, what's with the water?” He blinked and stared down at the puddle forming under him. It was really odd, he appeared dry, but he left tracks of water. I jumped as I heard an alarm go off and my mom's door opening. I heard him curse under his breath and he ran over to the computer screen. He turned to me and gave me a wild grin. He jumped into the screen with a white flash and everything went black. The screen flicked on and Cleverbot was pulled up. I walked over to the computer and read the red words.

Cleverbot: Find that out yourself. Maybe next time, we will understand each other a little better. Sleep tight and let the bed bugs bite.

I felt my throat tighten and my mouth went dry. When was next time? I'm not fond of video game characters popping in and out of my screen. My door opened and I groaned at the light from the hallway hitting my eyes. I saw my mother silhouette form standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips.

“(F/n), were you up all night playing on that computer?” I glanced at the computer to find that YouTube was pulled up with a reversed song of healing video playing. I stared back at my mom and frowned.

No, mom some dude just jumped out of my computer and we had a lovely conversation and you would send me to the loony house if I told you.

“Yeah, I'm sorry.” Mom laughed, amused and walked off towards the shower.

“You will be sorry young lady when you are dead tired when we meet our family. What impression will you make on them, you think?” I heard the door close and I groaned, flopping onto my bed. I wasn't even tired, adrenaline was still pumping through me. I closed my eyes and snuggled into my pillows. I closed my eyes and drifted off into my 30 minute nap.

I failed to notice the tick of green electricity enter my phone that was charging on the wall.

My mom pulled into the gravel driveway of a yellow house with one too many flowers. It was like a bee's paradise here! We got out of the car and walked up to the porch.

“So,” I began, “which family member is this?” Mom smiled and knocked on the door, straightening her jacket.

“My sister, Ally. She knew more about Jake than anyone.” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I glanced up at my mom.

“What about his parents?” Mom frowned and took in a deep breath, her eyes paling. A cool Autumn breeze swept past us, causing both of us to shiver.

“His mother, my sister, died in childbirth. Jake's father took care of him for two years until he died in service. Ally took care of him for 22 years until he decided to move out and get his own place, which is now out house.” I frowned and turned my sight towards the leaves blowing past my black boots.

“Wow...” My head snapped up as the door squeaked open. A plump, petite woman with brown curly hair stepped out, hugging my mom tightly. Both women laughed and hugged each other tighter. I smiled awkwardly and put my hands in my jean pockets. Aunt Ally broke away from my mom and came towards me. She pulled me into a hug and I gently hugged back, gently patting her back. She giggled and pulled back, staring at me with clarity on her face.

“Oh my! You must be (F/n)!” I smiled and nodded my head. “I remember your baby pictures like I just saw them! You were the cutest darn thing I have ever seen. Ya still are! Oh hoo, you have grown into quite the young lady!” I laughed quietly.

“Thank you, Aunt Ally.” She laughed and walked through the door.

“Please, call me Ally. Well, come on in ladies! It's cold out here.” I jumped in surprise when I heard my phone go off. I pulled it out to see I received a text message. I went to my messages and frowned as there was no number, but just a message with a light green background:

She's quite cheeky, isn't she?

My eyes widened at I stared at the message. I glanced around, searching for someone who was hopefully watching me from the street or something. I stared back down at the message and walked through the door, still staring down at the message.

Are you IN my phone!?

Yeah, you sound surprised, (f/n/).

Why!?

Did you not pay attention earlier? I specifically said that you are my entertainment. I'm not going to sit at the house all day like a dog and wait for you to get home hoping to pay attention to me. Let's put it this way sweet cheeks, I go wherever you go.

I snorted at the nickname he gave me and walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. My aunt gave me a cookie and smiled. I thanked her for it and sat it in front of me. Glancing into the living room, I saw a computer in an office room. I thought back to what happened earlier and the messages. I cleared my throat and smiled at my aunt.

“Ally, is it alright if I do some research on the computer?” My mom raised an eyebrow. Ally smiled and motioned towards the computer.

“Sure, sweetie! Go for it!” I thanked her and went to the room, locking the door behind me. I sat down at the computer and went to Google. I stopped and stared down at my phone. I sighed and pulled out my charger and pulled it into the wall. I saw the green tick of electricity enter the wall and I braced myself for what was about to occur. Surprisingly, nothing happened. Well, not yet, that is.

I resumed my Google search and sat there, staring at the blinking cursor. What in the ever-loving hell do I type? A message came up on my phone.

Here, let me help you a little. Type in BEN Drowned.

I rolled my eyes and typed in BEN Drowned. The search pulled up thousands of options. I stared at the first link. It lead me to a website called Creepypasta Wiki. I tilted my head to the right a little and began to read the huge Creepypasta.

I finally finished the pasta and I exited Google, staring blankly at the computer. This guy DROWNED!? Well, that explains why there is a trail of water following him. So, his name is BEN Drowned. I reached for my cookie while still staring at the screen in disbelief. My hand patted an empty space. My head snapped down to the space. What in the ever loving hell happened to my cookie!

“Mmm, your hyperactive aunt makes excellent cookies. Nice and chewy,” a familiar voice said behind me. I whipped around in my chair and saw BEN. I glared at him as he munched happily on my cookie.

“That was mine, jackass,” I growled. BEN chuckled and grabbed the napkin and spat it in the napkin, folding it and handing it to me.

“Here then, you can have it back.” I shook in disgust and threw the partially chewed up cookie. BEN threw himself onto the small couch and smiled at me.

“So, you are a haunted form of Link from Majora's Mask?” BEN glared daggers at me, his right eye slightly twitching.

“If you and I are going to get along, here is the number one tip of staying on my good side; NEVER compare me to him. All his saving the day and saving Zelda's ass almost everyday. Personally if it were me, I would leave the bitch after she got captured after a couple times. Seriously, how oblivious do you have to be to get captured that many times?” I scooted the chair closer to him and crossed my arms.

“How did you you drown?”

“Well, a bunch of water filled up my lungs-” I huffed and rubbed my temples. I could see BEN smirking.

“I don't need your sarcasm. You know what I mean.”

“Learn to take a joke. Are you always this uptight? Uptight like Slenderman?”

“No, I am not upti-” my eyes widened slightly and I leaned in closer to BEN, “Did you just say Slenderman? He is real!?” BEN nodded his head, his blond strands of hair falling to the sides of his face. His eyes closed and he folded his hands on his stomach.

“Yep, he's as real as you and me. So is Splendorman, Jeff, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Sally, Smile, Rake, Bob, all of 'em are real.” I swallowed hard and gripped the sides of the chair roughly.

“All of them?”

“All of them. But wait, how did you not know about me?” I glanced up into his glaring eyes. I shrugged and pivoted slightly to the side.

“I don't know...” BEN sighed and rolled onto his side, his arms were crossed again. I heard a knock on the door and jumped.

“(F/n/), who are you talking to?” I laughed nervously and slapped a hand over BEN's mouth just to be sure he would be quiet.

“I'm just talking to one of my...” I glanced down at a smirking BEN “...friends. Yeah, a friend.” I smacked said friend that just licked my hand. I wiped his saliva on my jeans and shot him a death glare.

“Yeah,” BEN said loudly, “a friend.”

“Who was that,” mom screeched. I gritted my teeth and held back my hand to punch BEN in his  face.

“I'm on speaker, mom!”

“Hello Ben, it's nice to speak to you,” my aunt chimed in. I face palmed.

“Hello. You bake wonderful cookies by the way.” I leaned in close enough to where our faces were an inch apart. I gave him the most lethal glare I could conjure.

“If you don't shut up i'm going to put you in the box again and bury it in the deepest core of earth.”

“Sounds like a date, sweet cheeks.” I growled and glared at the door.

“Anyways, we have to go,” mom chimed. “Let's go.” I sighed and stared at the couch to find an absent BEN. I glanced over and saw him climb into the computer, giving me a sarcastic salute. The green tint entered my phone and I took it off the charger.

As we walked through the door, my aunt pulled me into another hug.
“It was so nice to see you, (f/n/)!”

“It was nice to see you, too.” We all said our goodbyes and I walked off to the car. As mom pulled out of the driveway, I glanced back at my aunt. She had the most deadly glare I have ever seen on her pale face.
Finally, here it is! Sorry about the wait ^^'

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~Jeff's P.O.V.~
My cutted grin widened as I saw her pass out from blood loss, I finished off her friend and walked towards her.

Laughing, I lifted her up, throwing her over my shoulder and was on my way back to the place called "home". 

OH YES, I remember it all now, the screams, begs, the blood, the sound of flesh getting stabbed, the look of horror in their faces, thats when she came in, I had stood there, freezed, while my cutted smile would grow wider, I was ready to turn around and stab her.

I had turned around and looked at her, again making my smile grow, her (E/C) wide open as she saw me, Oh the look if horror in her face! I loved it! It just made me wanting to torture her, stab her several times, but of course, just as I attacked she screamed and that caught her boyfriends ears, he was really quick I have to say...

But he ruined everything, the police was nearby so I had to run, damnit! But not again, ooooooh no! I have her now, and now as I remember, I know who her boyfriend is, I can't believe he has been there right in front of me without me noticing! 

Eventually we reached the place, or mansion to say it right, I got her in and to the basement looking room with the cell in, as I opened the door I noticed that her boyfriend was lying on the ground in the cell, I knew it, someone had been here and tortured him already, well, that didn't really do anything, I still had her, no, I had them both, this was going to be fun....

I threw her in his cell and muffled my own laughter, didn't want to wake 'em up, right? I locked the cell and walked out of the room and up to the mansion again, man I was hungry...



~your P.O.V somethingsomething~~



You opened your eyes slowly, looking around you noticed that you where not exactly home anymore, but you didn't really know were you where though.

You tried to move but winched in pain, you looked down to see blood through your cloth, and it was not little. You looked around once more, spotting a figure lying on the ground not so far away from you.

You crawled slowly towards the unconschious figure, as you got closer you noticed a bit more about this figure, it was obviously a man, he wore a black hoodie and normal jeans and had a bit dark brown hair, but what caught your eyes was his skin, it was dark grey.

You realized who it was and freezed, "J-J-Jack....?" You whispered, calling to the boy who lied on the ground, no response, you crawled towards him again.

You lied/sat beside him and looked at him, waiting for him to wake up or something, you saw how he had curled up, you couldn't help but feel pity for him, he looked so weak.


After a while you began feeling sleepy, you were still in pain but too weak to do something, you stared at him, wanting to take the mask off to see if it was Jack, You thought for a moment, maybe it wasn't Jack... Maybe it was someone else, maybe Jack is dead... 

"Ugh...." You freezed, he was beginning to wake up, your eyes widened as you began crawling away, ".. Huh....?" You backed up until you hit the wall, tears began foring in your eyes from fear, he sat up, rubbing his head, you noticed that his clothes was soaked in blood, his blood.

He sighed and took off his mask, not noticing you at the other end of the cell, your eyes widened, it was Jack, Jack was alive, your boyfriend who has been missing for weeks were alive, he wasn't dead.

"J-J-Jack...." You said, you noticed how the holes were the eyes should be grew wide, he looked to the side in an inhuman speed "W-who are you...!?" He growled, he couldn't really see you since you sat in the shadows, you winched and dared to crawl a bit forward.

"J-Jack...... I-its me..... (Y-Y/N).... You said, tears forming in your eyes, "(Y/N)...." He muttered as he looked down before looking at you again, tilting his head to the side "A-angel.....?" He asked.

You didn't know what to do or say, all you could do was to stare at him, as he stared back, he remembered.. He remembered you, everything, you saw him smile, making you feel a bit safe.

"Y-you're here! Y-Y-you shouldn't be here .... Its D-dangerous...." You nodded and understood what he meant, but you couldn't really do anything either. You began crawling to him, but winched in pain. He stood up and walked towards you.

He looked down at you, before slumping down beside you. "Jack... I've missed you so much, I just knew you were alive...!..." Tears streamed down your face as you looked down, the pain from the wound was still there.

Jack growled as he saw you holding your side "he stabbed you didn't he..." You nodded slowly, not looking up. 

He carefully pulled you into his lap and hugged you tight, you yelped in suprise "Jack...!" You giggled and he smiled, finally you were back togheter. 

"Jack......" He nuzzled his face to your neck "hm?" "I-I think (F-F/N) is d-dead...." His 'eyes' widened "jeff..." He growled, you nodded and turned around, looking at him, worry filled your eyes when you looked at him, he had several stab marks on his body, through his clothes. 

You hugged him tight, not wanting to let go, he smiled and patted your hair, saying things like how much he loved you and that he was sorry.

You stayed in that position a little longer before you fell asleep, of course it was only natural for you to be tired after everything that had happened, he held your sleeping form tight to his chest, smiling.

He heard a faint laughter getting louder and louder, he panicked, not for his own life but for yours. The laughter was at the door, he watched as the door opened slowly, a big dog runned in as fast it got the chance, the laughter got louder and Jeff The Killer himself came in.

Jack hugged you tighter into his chest, "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Nooooooooow~ what we waited for is finally come~" he laughed more, Jack watched in horror as the mad man brought up his knife.



Short and kinda rushed sorry..
BUT AT LEAST YOU AND JACK IS FINALLY TOGHETER AGAIN<333333
love it!?!?!?!?
no?....
oh...
*runs and cries in a hidden corner*


anyways next chapter I Don't know sorry who Knows, maybe tomorrow? Maybe a week? Who Knows.. I will start working on it soon...
yeah.. Thats all I can say for nowwwwwwwww
byeo~

Btw, someone thought your friend survived ... But she kinda Died, sorry, MWHAHAHAHAHAAHHA


Chapter 1.[link]
Chapter 2.[link]
Chapter 3.[link]
Chapter 4.[link]
Chapter 5.[link]
Chapter 6.[link]
Chapter 7.[link]
Chapter 8.[link]
Chapter 9.[link]
Chapter 10.[link]
Chapter 11. Here~
Chapter 12. ...

I WON Nothing, only the story
you FINALLY got out from Smile.dogs grip and ARE FREE (notreallybutletsshutupaboutthat)
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It had been 2 long and lonely weeks since the horrid incident with Russia. Yet what he did to you didn't change your feelings for him and you were emotionally sick. You had tried to call him numerous times throughout the weeks but he would never answer his phone. Not only to you though. He has isolated himself from everyone else and that worried you even more.

It was a warm summer day in your homeland and the sun beamed down on you, giving you a nice tan. People greeted you as you walked down your neighborhood streets, every one knew that you were the countries personification so naturally everyone was very friendly to you. You smiled back at them in return but the smile plastered to your face was fake. You were worried sick for Russia, no one had even see him for the past few weeks and he neglected to appear at the world conferences.

Your heart ached as you were feeling so guilty for hurting him so much... WAIT!! You didn't do anything! What were you thinking! You turned around sharply and sprinted back to your house, confusing pass buyers. You were at your house in a couple of minutes and you slammed open your front door nearly knocking of it's hinges. Running to your room you picked up your mobile on the way, typing in a well known number. You grabbed a bag and threw it onto your bed, frantically throwing in clothes and items into your suitcase.

'I hope I'm not to late' you thought to yourself, still worried about him.

You picked up the phone and rung Ivan for what felt like the one hundredth time.

"Come on, pick up, pick up"

-Click-

"H-hello?" It wasn't Ivan. Toris had answered his phone, but it was better than no one at all.

"Hey it's ______, just letting you know I'm coming over"

"Wait _______! That's not a good id-"

He was cut of as you finished packing your bags and rushed to the computer. You bought a plane ticket to Russia which left in exactly 2 hours, you rang up a taxi while you waited out side. It had been about 10 minutes until the taxi came, the middle aged boy cam up and took you bags, putting them in the back. As he did so you hoped in the back, you missed Ivan so much and you basically couldn't take it any more. Sure Russia was a big country and could handle anything by himself, but you knew and had seen, the other side of him.




~ This flash back it brought to you by 2p Canada ~




"Kesesesesesese! Look vat I have und you don't!"

A strong man with red eyes and white hair held you tightly to his chest. It radiated a warm but unpleasant heat to your small body.

"Prussia, give her back to me. Now."

"Suck it loser! I have ______ und I von't give her back!"

You open your once clinched eyes and look up to the man who had you in position with your big (e/c) eyes. He had stolen you from the arms of Russia while he had his back turned. Even you knew that was a dirty trick. He looked down on you with those ruby red eyes.

"Naww, your so cute! I'm looking forvard to taking your vital regions when you grow up! Kesesesese!"

I shiver went down your spine as he said this. You didn't know what it meant but you sure knew it wouldn't be good.

"Don't you dare lay a finger on my sunflower, or else!" Ivan growled.

"Meh, I'm bored. Guards! Come on future frau lets go"

The Prussian man turned around and you looked over his shoulder. You started to cry into the mans shoulder, seeing Ivan surrounded by the Prussian guards. He was trying to fight back so he could get to you.

You reached out for him, still crying.

"Ivan! Help me! Please!"

Ivan looked at you, tears running down his face. Pain and hurt swelled up inside of him like an emotional tornado.

"I'm sorry sunflower! I'll be back to save you! I promise!"



~End of flash back.... for now~




"We have arrived at the air port miss"

You were brought back to reality as you handed the taxi driver a $50 note.

"Keep the change!" You yelled as you grabbed your bags and headed to the air port.

"B-but there's $26 here!"

"It's fine! You keep that for yourself now!"

"Thanks miss!" He yelled back with the biggest grin you had ever seen.

You entered the airport and checked in yourself with your bags. Shortly after waiting you boarded the plane, taking your seat next to a window. You dosely looked out the window, putting on your seat belt and turned on your I pod. The plane started to move and increased in speed, your body pushed back in your seat as the plane got even faster until you finally took of. Looking out the window, you watched as the earth beneath you back smaller and smaller. You decided to close your eyes. A lot had happened in two hours, I mean you were on a plane to Russia. A smile curled on your face as you were dragged into a deep sleep.



~Dreamy time~



You sat in a pink and frilly room that had to much of a girlie vibe for you. You were being kept in the locked room until you would accept living with the so called " Awesomest ". Which you could never be able to do, you missed Ivan to much and anyway you had a plan to get out of this dump. You walked over to the gigantic (f/c) teddy bear that sat in one of the corners of the room, unzipping the zipper that held in all the stuffing. But amongst all the stuffing sat a flat headed screw driver, which you took out and walked over towards your dresser. You pulled out a long grey jacket ( Even though it was hot here it would get much colder when you got to Russia ) and while you got into it, you pulled out the other drawers making steps to the locked window sill. You climbed up the dresser and began to pry open the window until a tiny gap appeared, just big enough for you to fit threw. As you began to squeeze threw the gap you herd someone walking towards your door, they stopped right in front of your room and you began wriggling like crazy, not wanting to be caught for the punishments. The lock clicked opened and the door slid across the fluffy carpet reveling... none other than Prussia himself.

"Hey _______ I vas thinking, und I reco- VAIT ARE YOU DOING! GET DOWN FROM THAT VINDOW NOW!"

You herd him running towards you screaming and yelling for you to come down but as he reached out to grab hold of your wriggling legs you popped right out of the window and flopped into a soft bush bellow. You got straight on your feet knowing he would catch up with you or order his guards to seize you.

"Come back here you ungrateful brat!"

Running as fast as your little legs would carry you, you sprinted down the road and into a busy city.

"Guards! Find her und bring her back to me!"

You could hear them catching up to you fast as you looked around frantically for a place to hide. You wouldn't be going down with a fight because you had to see Ivan again. Just then a ute stopped at a red light in front of you. It was carrying heaps of boxes in the back which were being shipped to Ukraine. You knew a lot about Ukraine and how she was Ivans big sister, she would help you for sure! You ran over to the car and scrambled up onto the back, hiding behind a large crate.

"Vere ever you are _______! I'll get you back some day! Und your vital regions!" Prussia yelled out to you in defeat.

Once again a shiver went down your spin as he said this but you shook it of and lied down. The rocking of the car slowly sending you to sleep.





~ Time Skip~


It had been a few weeks since you ran away from Prussia and things weren't going so well. The man had kicked you of the car so you had decided to start walking but know... Lets just say you were skin and bone. Your clothes were torn and dirty, your limbs hurt , you were extremely hungry and could fall any given moment. You stumbled a bit but soon collapsed hard onto the ground, you had made it so far but you would die right here. Along with your country...

Your vision started to blur and the once bright night began to swirl around you in darkness but a light came towards you. Was this heaven? You reached out to it as an angel appeared but it looked like...... Ukraine? You couldn't tell because after that you passed out into blackness.


You awoke on a comfortable lounge, with a warm blanket over you. You snuggled into it as you looked over to the coffee table next to you with a hot cup of (F/d) sitting on it. Thinking it was for you, you started to drink it but after you finished and put down the cup Ukraine was standing next to you. You jumped and squealed in fright making her do the same but her boobs bounced around making strange noises. After you both calmed down, Ukraine smiled at you sadly confusing you. She picked you up and started walk to a room at the end of the hall way.

" I know someone who is going to be happy to see you~ " She cheered to you quite happily.

As you too came closer to the room, the sound of sobbing became louder and the voice became more clearer. You would know that voice from any where.

"Ivan" You whispered softly to your self.

" Yes Darling, go to him" Ukraine said back placing you at the open door.

There lay Ivan, tangled in tossed sheets, crying and sobbing uncontrollably. His face bright red, tear stains covering his cheeks and tightly closed eyes. You climbed on top of his bed and started to stroke his mangled hair. He looked over to you. First he didn't relies who you were but then when he looked back at you his eyes widen as big as dinner plates.

"_________?! Is that really you?!"


"Yes mister Ivan. I'm ba-"

You were cut of by him hugging you into his chest.

"_________, I'll never, ever let anyone take you ever again, ok. I promise"

"I believe you, Ivan"




~ End of dream ~


"Excuse me miss but the plane has landed"

You woke up to a women with a hand on your shoulder.

"Welcome to Russia"

Ivan.... I'm coming.
yay chapter 4 is out!
Sorry I took so long :) I did an longer one to make up for it though
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" _______!" a low, evil voice called out for you. It echoed through out the large dark house, making you lose sense of where the voice was coming from.

"H-hello?" You whispered back to the terrifying voice which you knew but just couldn't put a finger on it. You started to back up slowly against what you thought was a wall, you felt it move. WAIT MOVE! Before you could run away two strong arms pulled you in close and a husky voice whispered into your ear in a unnaturally low tone.

"Such a naughty child ______, I'm going to need to punish you sunflower, da"

"Hehe... Ivan what a-are you doing?" You asked nervously, trembling in his arms. You legs clicked in, unable to move. Even if Ivan let you go you would stand still in shock and horror.

He slowly moved his hands up your body and what caught your attention was that he was doing it gently. As if he was savoring every last bit of you, he pecked your neck making you shiver and losing all control of your body and you fell to your knees.  Ivan knelled down over you pushing you softly onto your back.

"I'm going to miss your beautiful smile ________"

"W-what?"

A sudden pressure landed on your neck and it tightened quickly, blocking all access to your air supply. You began to gasp for air, your lungs tightened and it felt as though they were going to collapse. Your reached to your neck and grabbed onto the hands that were clasped to your neck. You tried to unhinged them from around your air way but they stubbornly stayed, not even budging but then you herd... crying? As you slowly opened your eyes you saw a blurry crying Ivan over the top of you. Tears dropped onto your face as he yelled out to you.

"Why _______?! Why did you break my heart?! What did I do to deserve this?!"

"I-Ivan..... B.... b-believe...... me" You whispered to him in between gaping for more air. But his grip only tightened.

"________!" Ivan yelled out your name now full of angered.

"Why don't you just die ______!"

Your eyes fluttered shut. You dis-sided to give up. If that was what Ivan wished.

"________!" F-feli?

"________ wake up!"

"Please wake up ________!"

You opened up your eyes to be blinded by light. You slowly sat up and rubbed your eyes. Thank god it was only a dream but what happened? Where are you?

"________! Your awake!"  Feliciano cheered happily hugging you tightly>

"Haha of coarse I am silly~"

"But ________ you were chocking! You couldn't breath and I was worried sick! Did you have a nightmare or something?"

"Y-yes, It was... It was Ivan" Hearing what you said Italy's usual happy face filled with an emotion that you had never seen before.Anger. But as quickly has it came it flew away.

"Would you like to tell me what happened? I drove all the way to my favorite pasta restaurant!"

You looked around at your surroundings, there was women in dresses and guys with curls everywhere. You finally felt the heat and started to take of your jacket.

"Italy did you seriously drive me all the way to Italy?"

"Of coarse this is my home town! And anyway I had to drop by my house to properly bandage up your head"

Your hands glided to your head and felt the bandage wrapped around were your cut was. You smiled sweetly at him.

"Thank you so much Feli, your too kind"

"Friends help each other si? Now what would you like to eat?" Feli asked pointing to the restaurant across the road.

"I'll just have what your having" You knew what that was going to be already-

"Ve~ Yay! Pasta all around!"

Nailed it.



~This time skip is brought to you by Pirate Iggy. The smexest pirate of the sea~


Russia's POV

Where could _______ be? Ivan had looked all around Italy's home town, knowing that's were he would take her. His poor sunflower had been damaged all because of him. Why didn't I believe her! Why did I believe me sister who is always trying to get me for herself.

What if she left him for Italy? He was better looking than he was, he was kinder, more sweeter and more loving. All I do is scare people and hurt them.

Ivan was walking through the streets in town, he didn't want to drive because the Italians were naturally crazy on the road and he didn't want to get in a car accident. He was starting to think whether he should give up today and try again tomorrow as he turned his head to look through the window of a restaurant he was passing. He was so worried about you- wait.

He walked closer to the window to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him. Was he already hallucinating? He rubbed his eyes frantically before returning his gaze on the women sitting at the table.

Yes!!! He had found his little sunflower!!! He was so happy and was just about to run in to tell you how sorry he was when...

The man who you were with stood up and you followed him. It was Feliciano. What was he doing with you. He looked back to you to see a bandage stained red wrapped around your fore head. Did- did he do that?

Tears built up in his eyes and slowly trickled down his face. What had he done.

His heart tore in to as he saw you stand on your toes and kiss Feli on the lips tenderly.

no

no no no no NO! This couldn't be happening! He had pushed away his little sunflower and now she would be gone forever!

He ran down the streets crying his heart out, nearly stumbling on his own feet.

But little did he know that was just a kiss of thanks.
Hey guys! Sorry I took so long >w<
I got caught up with school and stuff.
Any way chapter 3!!!! Finally!
Hehe sorry if I confused you at the start :)

Also sorry to be a bother but I still don't know how to put a picture at the front of my chapters. Could somebody help me?I would really appreciate it.

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You sobbed quietly into the snow, warm tears trickling down you face and hitting the ice, melting tiny little holes into it. Your hot blood also fell and stained the bleached white snow bright red. Your heart ached inside knowing that your one true love hates you to bits and has now been taken buy that Belarus. Well at least someone was happy. Belarus was so mean to him and always scared him but he chose to believe her over you. This just made you feel even worse and you were about to just give up until your phone rang. You pushed your numb hand inside your warm jacket pocket and stiffly grabbed your phone. A smile wiped across your face, as if out of no where. It was Feliciano, he was the Northern part of Italy and he always seemed to make you happy... but why was he calling you? You curiously answered the phone,

"H-hello" you almost whispered into the phone. Trying not to sob.

"Ciao bella! You sound kind of upset, what happened?"

You stiffen at the thought of the previous occurrence and you just couldn't hold it in any longer. You started crying again tears ran down your cheeks colliding with the snow again.

"It's Russia!! He, he h-hates me! And now he has thrown me out and is with Belarus!"

You knew you sounded like a cry baby and that you were being weak but you just couldn't hold it in any longer. The emotions swirled inside you in a thick fog and you couldn't do anything besides crying it all out.

"Shhhhhh, shhhhh, calm down. It will be alright, don't worry" Feli comforted you down.

You were now down to a small sniffle here and there so Italy took this chance to talk.

"Look _____, I'm coming by Russia's house on my way back from Japans. Would you like me to come and pick you up? I'll take you my favorite pasta place and you can tell me everything when your out of your probably confused state. Would you like that?"

This is probably one of those rare moments when Feli is actually serious for once and it was to make YOU feel better. A small hint of pink rises to your pale cheeks, making you feel warm and bubbly. Well you really should go, I mean you had nothing to lose. Right? It would probably be a good thing to let some of your feelings out as well. Oh Feli. Thank you.

"O-oh, I think that would be wonderful, thank you"

"No problem mia bella~ Anything for one of my closest friends! I'll pick you up at the end of Ivans drive ways, si?"

"Y-yes that will be fine. C-could you bring a blanket for me? I don't mean to be trouble but I'm freez-"

"Haha, I've already grabbed one~ See you soon!"

Well at least your not alone anymore. You stiffly put your phone back in your warm pocket and looked down to see the stained red snow. You remember the gash above you left eye and pain spread across the wound, making you wince in pain. You slowly stumbled to your feet, straddling the aching wound. You slowly bent over and grabbed a handful of snow. You slowly rested it on the cut, your face cringed as the ice melted into the cut. Making it sting harshly but it had to be done to clean it out and drop the high temperature of your head. You began to shuffle towards the front gate, with a few moans here and there because with each step your head thumped. It felt like the whole world was spinning around you and your legs gave out. You closed your eyes getting ready for the harsh impact of the earth beneath you but... it never came.

As you slowly opened your eyes you saw a worried Feli who had obviously caught you. You hadn't noticed but you had made it to the front gates of the house were Feli said he would met you.

"_______!! Are you ok! Your bleeding everywhere!"

He pulled away your (h/l) (h/c) from your heated face to uncover the wound Russia had given you.

"We really need to fix you up" and with that he picked you up but nothing like Ivan did. He was gentle and warm. You cuddled up to his warm embrace and slowly fell into a deep unconscious state with all the trauma and blood loss.

"Oh _______... your so beautiful why would Ivan hurt you like that and with what he told all of us"

He gently placed you in the back with a blanket over your sleeping body.

"When you wake up you'll be in a nice warm sunny place ok ____?"

Italy jumped into the front and sped away. Leaving his signature mark of skid marks on the road.




~Mean while with Russia


"How could she do such a thing like that....", Russia said to himself quietly. A single tear escaped the pool which had formed in his eyes. Running down his smooth face.

"Big brother, I love you so much more than she ever will. So forget that stupid girl and be happy with me"

"Well my one true love broke my heart... Is she jealous of Ukraine as well? Or does she just hate me?"

The pain in Russia's heart grew by saying this words but she did something to hurt him right? So why did he care so much?

"How could she sneak into your room to steal your scarf while you were helplessly asleep. She is a real bit-"

"Belarus" Russia interrupted her speech in a low tone. A purple aura forming around him.

"How could you possibly know all that information?" He questioned. Belarus's face turn pale white as she backed away.

"W-well,umm. I just guessed? Hehe... BROTHER YOUR SCARING ME!!"

"BELARUS! It was you wasn't it!! You, you made me hurt ______!"

"Brother that's where your wrong. You did that all on your own will. I didn't tell you to do anything to hurt her."

Ivan stood still, remembering your face. Full of blood and tears. She had begged him to trust her but he ignored her. He started crying, he had hurt his poor sunflower. Belarus had taken this chance to run away into a safe zone from her brother. Ivan sprinted outside of the house into the cold windy snow to find you had gone. 'Noooo' screamed into his mind as he followed the foot prints you had engraved into the snow.

"Wait!! Is that b-b-b. BLOOD! Oh no!!" he had broken his delicate little sunflower.

As he came closer to the gates, Ivan noticed the skid marks near the end of his driveway. Only one person could drive like that with out crashing. He spun on his heel and sprinted back toward his house. Snow hitting his face as the winds blew against him but his pace only quickened. He ran threw the garage and jumped into the fasted car he had.

"BIG BROTHER!! Where are you going!!! Are you leaving me?!"

"Da, I never want be near you ever again" With that he sped of. The voice of the inbuilt computer in the car spoke to him.

"Where would you like to go Mr. Braginski?"

"Italy..."
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Sorry I couldn't spell Ivan last name hehe

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You were at Ivans house and it was a cold winters day in Russia. Your best friend Ivan was the personification of Russia while you represented a country far in the tropics. Although you two seemed like total opposites, it was impossible to separate you from the day you first met. Russia had taken you under his wing soon as he saw you, despite being a tropical country. He loved you dearly and would never do anything to hurt you or make you cry. Well that's what you thought until today...

You were in the garden, the cold wind blew around the green house Ivan had got you. It was filled with sunflowers which you had planted for Ivan, knowing it was his favorite flower. You bent down and placed the new seeds into the slots in the dirt. You covered them in soil and watered the seeds, followed by the saplings and other flowers. Although outside was freezing cold and snowing heavily, inside was just like your original home. Hot and muggy. You brushed the dirt off your hands and legs then stared at your work. You smiled out how bright the room was and how Ivan would love it. You have secretly loved Ivan for a long time but couldn't bring yourself around to telling him, thinking it would ruin your already great friendship.

You stared to put on your long grey jacket but froze, 'Is that screaming inside?'. As curiosity toke control, you stumbled through the strong winds and to the back door of Ivans giant house. As you got closer to the house, the muffled shouting and things breaking got louder and clearer. Tucking your (h/l) (h/c) hair behind your ear, you snuck inside the traditional styled house. You creeped closer to the direction of the noise and seeing an very angry Ivan shouting into... thin air? No, as you came a bit closer you saw broken vases and picture frames cover the wooden floor with Belarus stuck in the corner. Ivan hadn't herd you enter the room while he was occupied at yelling at his sister. But although much to your disliking Belarus refused to pass that knowledge and smiled at you evilly. What was see going to do!

"I didn't do it big brother. That selfish girl did"

Belarus pointed towards you with innocent eyes. Ivan turned around sharply, his purple eyes piercing into your delicate (e/c) ones. He was obviously enraged and you thought what had Belarus had gotten you into. By seeing your he only seemed to get angrier, "How could you _______! You know this is your favorite scarf and it means a lot to me!"

He stormed towards you fists so tightly clenched you could swear they were going to burst. You started to step back as he came closer, trying to find your voice but you were so scared that you could only studder.

 "I-Ivan... I-I don't k-know what your t-talking about-"

"DON'T MUCK AROUND WITH ME ______! Why did you destroy my scarf! WHY!"
 
He quickly whipped out the torn, dirty scarf out so you could see. The same scarf he had worn since you could remember. Tears pooled in your eyes and escaped, running down the frame of your face like a small stream.

"Ivan, I would never do that to you. Please believe me."

He looked down on you, face full of pain and anger.

"_____, I know you did this but I don't know why. Why? Why did you do it?"

"Ivan..."

You step forward to try and hug him but all he does in return is pushes you over. As you impacted harshly with the floor, a shard of glass cuts you right above your left eye. The warm blood trickles down your hot, wet face. Mixing with the tears that had clung to your bright red cheeks.

"Brother, why don't you chuck thus stupid girl out of the house so we can finally be alone in peace"

Ivan nodded to his sister who smirked and evil grin at you as he kissed her fore head tenderly. He than looked at you with a discussed look on his face. Eyes filled with anger, sadness and disappointment. At that point your faced must of palled ten times whiter than a ghost.

Without braking a sweat he roughly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder roughly landing on his hard shoulder. Leaving numerous bruises for sure on your ribs. You begged to him, tears still running down you face carrying the blood with it and landing on the floor.

"Believe me Ivan! Why would I do something like that to you!"

"I don't know, I was hoping you could tell me. You cold, heartless girl"

And with that he kicked open the front door almost braking it to bits and chucked you out into the ice cold snow.

Belarus walked over to you and punched you right in the face and picked your head up using your hair so she was able to whisper into your ear.

"Don't even try to tell Ivan that I did it. Otherwise I will kill you myself"

"How could you hurt Ivan like that!" you spat back at her

She just smiled and walked to Ivan kissing him on the lips. Your heart broke as he kissed her back and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"_____. If you really loved me then you should of been more like Belarus, maybe then I could of loved you"

With that he turned around still holding Belarus and walked inside slamming the door, leaving you outside in the cold wind.
Ok so this will be a little series that I'll be making so I hope you enjoy

I only own the story and I don't know who own you.... YET

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Alfred looks at you as he runs his hand through your hair. "I know it sounds scary... but it's not as hard as it seems to be.. And if you really want to go on through the first semester of school you can..."

"I want to at least accomplish that..." You look at him and look down. "But what if i fail this child and they grow to hate me.....?"

He shakes his head lightly and lifts up your chin. "If you show this child enough love there is not a thought in my mind that it could ever grow to hate you.."

"....I guess..." You nod slowly.

"And I'll be there every step, second and breath we take, as a family, a lover, and a father..." Alfred looks into your eyes as he softly kisses you.

You kiss him back. "As long as you are with me... I don't think I will have a worry in the sky...."

Afterwards the months went by fast before you both knew it, it was March 20th. You and Alfred were at the hospital for your baby girl was about to be born. That day after hours and hours of labor your child _______ was born. As you hold her in your arms you look up at Alfred smiling lightly.

"She's adorable... You did a good job." He smiles at you.

You giggle slightly. "Do you want to hold her?"

"Sure." He nods as you slowly give the baby to him as he cradles her.

You yawn slightly from being so tired but keep your glance at them. "This is the beginning of our little family..." You giggle.

"It is.." Alfred nods and chuckles.

"I'm excited but still a little scared.." You shrug. "But I know I'll be able to make it through anything as long as you both are with me..."

He smiles. "You don't need to be afraid because I will stay by your side." He continues to hold the new born baby. "But I think you should get some rest..."

"I'm..." You yawn. "Fine..."

"You just yawned.." Alfred grins as he pats your head. "The baby will be fine, at least get a nap in.."

"Alright... Just a small nap..." You begin to close your eyes.

Your idea of a small nap turned into a long sleep over night, after you wake up the next day and are discharged from the hospital with your new child the fun began. Waking up at night with Alfred to take care of the baby and all the fun new parenting things started. But you didn't care as long as Alfred was with you.
i am totally having writers block but i finally got to this.
now i'm not so sure if i should continue this... simply because if i do it will become a sad tragic ending.. QwQ
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You hadn’t abandoned him, despite the disapproval that came when one dated a Enforcer.


Instead, you made daily visits to his residence inside the MWPSB building, often bringing food for him and his colleagues, along with a magazine or two.


You always brought him anything he wanted, regardless of how hard or easy it was to find it.


You spent nearly all your time with him, that eventually, it had been nearly seven years since you first started dating.


From his rise to an Inspector to his fall as an Enforcer, you had stood beside him.


You begged him to take treatment after he found Sasayama’s dismembered body, and even though he refused, you were still there.


You were the one who hugged him and comforted him about his friend.


You were the one to squeeze his hand when he had to become an Enforcer.


You took extra precautions to refrain from mentioning Sasayama, and occasionally helped him with stealing a file or two.


The consequences of the thievery you committed for him were so great, that he eventually asked you to stop, out of fear that you would wind up in jail, and become an Enforcer like him.


He couldn’t handle that, even if you could.


The danger he was constantly in had caused him to wind up in the hospital, and he knew you well enough that you would be a daily visitor if you ever became intertwined with the life of an Enforcer.


Ginoza, knowing how much Kogami would have hated himself if you joined the MWPSB to help him with the case, had managed to dissuade you every time, despite the fact that you would have been closer to your fiancé, and you could have protected him from anything.


Fiancé


He had proposed to you, back at his peak as an Inspector.


You had been more than happy to accept, and the approvals you received were almost heart-warming.


The wedding had been scheduled for the months following the case.


Only for them to be cancelled, the dress you had been debating on left alone, the plans abandoned like the flowers you had chosen.


God, he never forgave himself for that. Because of him, you hadn’t gotten married.


And no matter how many times he had begged for you to leave him, and to find someone that could make you happier, your answer every time was what silenced him.


“Don’t be silly Kogami, you’re the one who makes me the happiest person in the world.”


Whenever you said something sweet like that, his heart would play out like a staccatissimo, before reality hit him again, before the beating organ inside him clenched.


God fucking damn, he really was lucky to have you.


You could be out there, married to a rich-ass man and yet, here you were, still engaged after six years to an Enforcer, a dog.


“Hey Kogami?”


“Yeah?”


“Are Enforcers allowed to marry?”


“Marry? I don’t know.”


“I see. I’ll ask Ginoza then.”


Even though so many years had gone by, your engagement with him had never left his mind.


You still wore the ring, and when people asked, you told them you were engaged.


But for the sake of your safety, he only wore his ring around his neck, and not on his finger.


And when pursuing Makishima became more and more dangerous, he slowly began to lose his time with you.


Days and nights were spent in the field, and you would leave his residence after eight, if he wasn’t at home by then.


And with time, it slowly turned permanent.


Sibyl had become his enemy, and he knew that the Ministry of Welfare would only use you against him.


He was forced to flee, to run from the law he had once promised to uphold.


But only after he saw you one last time.


When you received it, he had been watching you, from a pair of binoculars in the building across from your apartment.


‘I’m sorry [First].


Everything has to come to an end, and that includes us.’


Watching your reaction had been one of the most agonizing things in his life. Your tears that fell, the letter that slipped from the hands, which had held him time after time…it was his fault.


Six years of your life with him had come crashing down.


He knew it was selfish of him to end it as he pleased, especially after everything you had done for him.


But not long after, you were given perhaps the most harrowing present of your life.


Or perhaps it had been a gift from God.


You’d never know.




“Hello?” You asked, curled up on your sofa as you sat in the blissful silence. It was an unknown caller, caution in your voice as you spoke.


“Hey [First]…it’s been a while…hasn’t it?” A familiar voice murmured. Your grip loosened, and the phone slid from your hand, hit a pillow and landed with a ‘thunk’ onto the rug.


“[First]? [First], hey, hello?!”


You picked it up, taking in a deep breath before pressing it against your ear again.


“…Kogami?”


“Well, then again it hasn’t really been a while…” The voice on the other hand murmured. It was like music to your ears, but it was also the trigger to another dam of emotions.


“Hey…I’m just calling to check you’re okay. Don’t worry, I’m calling in a way so that you don’t get wiretapped, and caught.”


“Where are you? Are you okay?”


Your worry, it was so familiar to him…


“What do you mean so I don’t get caught?”  You continued, voice trembling with worry.


Despite what he had said, you still cared for him. How typical of you and your emotions.


“I’m fine, don’t worry. I’m in a safe place…at least for the moment. Listen [First], I killed someone that Sibyl refused to kill. And…I can’t come back because of that.”


“…So…that letter-“


“It was fake. Hey, I still love you. I’ll be treading on thin ice from now on, but I’ll be moving to a safe place for the long run soon. And because of that, it’ll be dangerous, where I’m going.”


“You..you’ll keep safe, right? You’ll come back someday right? I-I can come to you and-“


“No, I’m only calling to let you know I’ll be okay, and that if anything ever happened, or I got caught, it wouldn’t be such a shock to you. I told Tsunemori, and she’ll let you know if anything about me ever came up, or if my corpse comes around.”


“But-“


“No buts [First]. I love you, and I’m saf-I will be safe. So I want you to-“


“I’m not moving on. I’ll wait for you.”

“[First].”


“I’ll see you someday, alright? Maybe not in this world, but I’ll definitely find you. I-”


“I love you too.”


And with that, he had hung up.


Maybe…


Just maybe.


Someday.





this was meant to be 500-800 words 

why did it end up being over a thousand 

thanks graphicfeather for editing 

i know it's spelt kougami sometimes and other times its kogami but on the wikia it says kogami (but i still write kougami occasionally) 

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{i heard you’re a player
well nice to meet you, im the coach}

“(F/n)!”

You ran even faster than before - thanking soccer and track season for making your stamina peak, and being able to run long distances in remarkable time. You knew he would continue coming, you knew he would keep finding you; but that’s what it all was, a game of hide and seek.

“(F/n), come out and play!” His voice rings out, and you knew he was getting closer; you quickly sprint past the tennis court, your lunch pack in hand. You maneuvered around people as best as you could, getting amused looks from others as they watch Rin chase after you.

You knew they thought that it was cute, your relationship with him - or, whatever it is that you two have. He never flat-out asked you to be his girlfriend, or even go out with him; no, he just made it very clear that he was dead-set on having you. You never understood why, seeing as the two of you just tried to piss each other off.

“Piss off!” you shout at him over your shoulder; you see his eyebrows twitch in annoyance and he growls audibly. You crinkle your nose and continue to race away from the older Matsuoka, not wanting to deal with him at the moment. You had left him a nasty surprise, hence why he was chasing you; apparently he didn’t appreciate his locker being covered with shark pictures, or the fact that you had other people in on the joke. You asked certain people who knew wouldn’t get beaten up by Rin and could fend for themselves to play the Jaws theme song every time they saw him.

Snickering, you take off across the field, racing towards outside sitting area on campus. Your friends were there, and judging by the time that was on your phone, you still had enough time to eat your lunch and mess around if Rin gave up.

Too bad the damn boy was as hot-tempered as a shark that was provoked; you giggle at your own thoughts and slow down as you make it towards your usual lunch location. Looking back warily, you realized that Rin was nowhere in sight, and you conclude that he gave up.

Better stay on my toes, you think grimly at the thought of what Rin might do for revenge later. You straighten out your skirt, and sit down with your two best friends, Rumika and Wami. Your other acquaintances were all gathered around at the surrounding tables, talking and laughter filling the air. Breathing a sigh of relief of being surrounded by people, you slip into your usual seat, the one right across from the other two.

They quiet down as you slip in, exchanging a glance while Rumika smirks at you.

“Hey, (F/n)-senpai,” she says smoothly, tapping her juice box. “How was shark boy? Did he like his surprise?”

Rolling your eyes, you reply, “Oh, he loved it. Chased after me for more than half way across campus. Definitely the highlight of my day.”

She leans forward, her eyes filled with mirth. “Oh, (F/n)-chan,” she snickers. “I bet you’re the highlight of his day.”

Wami smacks Rumika in her arm, glaring at her. “Rumika, don’t tease her!” She shooks you an apologetic glance. “Sorry that he caused you so much trouble,” She shaked her head, “Though I could completely see why he would chase after you. You two act like children, I swear.”

“It’s (F/n),” interjects a new voice. “Oh course she’s going to act a bit immature.”

You all look towards the owner of the voice, to find Chuu; a boy who was also on the swim team with Rin, but one of your friends. However, you were well aware of how big of a pervert he was. He constantly hit on you, and tried to make moves to touch you inappropriately. You try not to visibly cringe away from him, but he disgusted you.

“And you’re one to talk, ass.” Your voice comes out as playful, though you actually meant what you said in reality.

He laughs, his eyes gleaming with lust as he looks at your body. Your skirt had ridden up, and your shirt was slipping off your shoulder due to it accidently hitting someone on your rush away from Rin. You scowl at him as he sits down at the table directly next to you, scooting closer as you fix your shirt.

You were about to cuss him out, when he cuts you off. “Has anyone ever told you how hot that little body of yours is, (F/n)-chan?”

Your eyes widen, caught off guard. Usually he just made dirty jokes, but he never made an attempt at you personally. You felt like he had crossed a line for some reason; your mouth opens, and for the first time, you don’t know what to say.

You inner feminist suddenly appears, and you began cursing at him. He just laughs, as if your swears were cute, and grabs your wrist. You shove him off, flipping him off, while your friends get up and leave, their eyes wide. As you walk away, bag slung over your shoulder and fists clenched, you feel him watching. Grumbling about how you were going to beat the shit out of him, you’re suddenly slammed against the fence.

Gasping, you look up at your attacker to see it was Chuu - panic floods your system. Though you were strong, you were nowhere near the flirty swimmer. Gulping, you try to think of a way out.

“(F/n)-san,” he sneers. “Don’t you want to play?”

You’re gaping; did he just use Rin’s line? You look over his shoulder to see if anyone was nearby to beg for help, but he grab your chin in his hand and forces you to look in his eyes.

“Oh, I see,” he purrs. “Your shark-boy is all that matters to you; not any other boy.” He laughs coldly, his eyes filled with hatred - for you, or for Rin you didn’t know. “Don’t you think it’s amusing how he has such a girly name? I think it rather suits him.” You remain silent. “He may be a fast swimmer, but that’s all he has going for him. Why are you so caught up in his games, anyways? Why do you like him?”

“I-I don’t l-like him,” you stutter, words struggling to form due to a lump in your throat. Was Chuu crazy? And where the hell was all the faculty or people when you actually needed them?

“Oh, that’s a load of bullshit,” he cooes. “We all know you two like each other.” Your breathing picks up as he gets closer, your body pressed uncomfortably against the fence, his arms on either side of you, caging you.

“But why won’t you play any games with anyone else?” he asks, his voice cold like ice. His eyes glint with lust as he looks down at your breasts. You’re growing more and more scared by the moment, and just as you’re about to kick him in the balls and run for it, he gets closer, so close that it was hard to raise your legs, seeing as he had them trapped. “I can make you scream just as much as he can, though for a different rea-”

His voice is caught off as he suddenly is slammed away from you, his body tumbling for a good few feet until he fall on the ground, his eyes wide. Your eyes are as wide as his, as you turn to see your savior.

To your surprise, it was the very boy Chuu had been talking about; Rin. Your breathing picks up by the look of him, and the way he was staring at Chuu.

You thought you had been scared of Chuu before, but the look in Rin’s eyes alone would’ve made you cry out in fear if you were in Chuu’s place. There was a deep, shiver-worthy hatred in his eyes; it was like his eyes were made of the coldest ice possible, as if he could simply annihilate Chuu if he got any more pissed than he was.

“Back the fuck off,” his voice is shaking he’s so angry. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Chuu begins stuttering, trying to come up with an alibi off the top of his side. Rin cuts him off, looming over him, his gaze merciless.

“I’m going to kick your ass if you so much as look at (F/n) again. I will beat the ever-living shit out of you if you go anywhere near her. If you ever try to fucking hit on her again, or if I find out you tried to talk to her, you’re dead. Do you understand?”

Chuu scrambles to his feet, nodding rapidly and trying to not shake in his very shoes. You’re frozen; did Rin really care about you that much?

“She’s mine,” he snarls. “(F/n) is mine and if you, or any of your fucking friends try to take her away from me...” He lets the threat hang loose in the air. Chuu swallows, awkwardly bows, and without looking in your eyes, pleads for forgiveness. You don’t say anything, and he runs off before you even open your mouth.

As you stand there, gaze on the ground, you hear Rin letting curses fly out of his mouth, swear after swear. You have nothing to say as you stand there silently trying to organize what just happened in your mind.

And suddenly he’s right there in front of you, his hand in the very spot on your chin Chuu’s had been moments before. But somehow, you didn’t mind when he did it - only when others did. You meet his eyes, and they’re still filled with anger, but there’s a passion you had never seen before.

Jealousy.

“I was watching you at lunch,” he says. “I saw the whole thing happen.” His jaw clenches, and he punches the fence right next to you in frustration, “Damn it!” he roars. “I should’ve killed than fucking-” he goes off on a rant, which you watch with amused eyes. Sometimes Rin’s anger was amusing.

He turns back to you, stepping closer to you. “The point is, are you okay, my minnow?” Before you could help it, your whole face floods into a huge blush. He had only called you that a few times, and each time you had blushed worse than the time before. It was such an endearing term to be called for some way.

“I’m fine, sharkie,” you smile up at him, and he grins, his sharp teeth showing as he looks down at you. His eyes are darkening for some reason, and your breathing is picking up. He leans down, and puts his forehead on yours. Your eyes are still locked, and he growls out, “You’re mine. Only mine,” and his lips crash down on you like the tide and you’re sure you were going to die of heart failure.

Your lips clash and rise and fall against each other like waves. He nibbles on your lower lip, pulling the pink flesh between his two rows of shark-like teeth. You gasp, and you feel him smirk against your teeth. Grinding your teeth together to stop yourself from moaning, your upper lip soon replaced your lower lip. He nips at it as he did to the lower one; soft and teasing, yet hard enough to get the point across.

His tongue traces his ways across your lips, asking for permission to enter. Your deny, smashing your lips closed. He growls at this, his eyes opening for a second along with yours as he glares at you. His hands which have previously been roaming your body reach down to your ass and pinch it. You squeal in indignation, and he rushes forward, slipping his tongue in before you could close.

He’s practically purring like a cat at this point, his tongue dancing with your for dominance. You put up a good fight, refusing to give up until he does something that feels oh-so-good and your eyes pop right open before closing again as you moan. You could practically feel the sound of his snickering that he would be making if he wasn’t kissing you right then. His tongue massages yours, and searches every part of your mouth as if it was a cave filled with treasure; the two of you soon break apart - too soon in your opinion.

You’re gasping for breath, your head lolling back for a moment as you’re hit with the fact that you had just had a make-out session with the boy you had secretly liked for years. You feel something cool and warm on your neck near your ear, and you gasp. It was Rin’s his lips pressed against the smooth surface, his warm breath startling you.

He takes your ear between his two rows of teeth, letting his teeth lightly scraping over it. You feel like you’ve died and gone to heaven; kissing Rin, having Rin pressed against you was your own personal heaven - not that you would admit it aloud. His lips leave your ear, replacing coldness on it. His lips search farther down your throat, his teeth nipping and biting at your skin. Before you realize what’s going on, he has picked you up and has you pressed against the fence ever harder - not that you mind. You feel completely useless, lost in a land of lust and happiness.

He’s marking you all over - to show off to people. Even though the two of you weren’t in a relationship, he was ultimately possessive and got jealous easily - which you found cute and exasperating at the same time. He warded all boys off of you, yet never had the balls to ask you out fully himself. You knew that the two of you had something going on but you never knew what to call it, seeing as it wasn’t a flat out relationship.

He just made it clear he would go out of his way to make sure you were his minnow, and his minnow alone.

People found it cute; you heard the girls whispering in the locker room about how ironic it was - the shark and his innocent minnow, who somehow always manages to slip right out from under his teeth. But in the moment you didn’t care, because having all those boys taken off of you meant you got this as a reward - his toxic kisses.

He licks across both of your collarbones, letting his teeth skim along them and you grip his hair tightly and tug at his tresses, begging him to continue. His smile is evident against your skin, you can feel it. He places a surprisingly gentle kiss against the hollow of your throat, right between your two abused collarbones. You let out a light moan and he places you back on your feet.

The two of you stand there, close to each other, trying to catch your breath and staring into each other’s eyes.

And suddenly he snickers.

“You’re mine,” he finally says. “I’ll make sure you recognize that, as does everybody else.” His smirk widened and he glances down at your neck for a moment before meeting your eyes again. He walks away, and casually states as he goes, stopping and looking over his shoulder, “Consider it my payback.”

“Consider what my payba-” You stop yourself, grabbing your cell phone out of your discarded backpack on the ground and opening the camera to see your reflection.

Your neck was filled with marks from Rin, marks that would last at least a week. Your eyes wide and you swear, “Shit.”

How the hell were you supposed to explain this to anyone? You curse yourself for letting yourself get caught off, but at the same time do find the little, “prank,” amusing. Rin sure got you back all right.

You grab a scarf from your backpack, thanking God that you had an random one in your bag, and slip it over your neck to cover the marks.

Your eyes glinting, you look back down at your phone and open a new text message to send to Rin.

Game’s on, shark-boy.
i lovelovelovelovelove free! as in like id sacrifice my soul to satan for it omg
jk im already satan i dont have a soul
but anyways so heres a rin x reader bc i love rin like please have my babies
i love all the characters but haruka is my fav. i will admit. idk i feel like everyone has a "favorite" even though we all love all of them, and im a haru kinda girl. 
i ship my friend with rin - or someone at least with a personality like his - bc her with a guy like that=perfection
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        “You guys, this is getting ridiculous. We've looked high and low, your mother isn't here. Can we please go home now?” Usually you wouldn't have said anything about the fruitless search, but after being on your feet for three days straight, without proper sleep, food or even a shower, you couldn't keep yourself from speaking your mind.

Kadaj sent you a hate filled glare. “I'd stop your complaining if I were you, I just might make you check the entire building for a second time.” Even in the dimly lit building, you could see that Kadaj and his brothers were just as tired as you were. Still, they wouldn't give up the search. “Come on, we're almost done with this wing.” Pushing past you, Kadaj forced open a heavy metal door. Behind it was the remains of what looked like a laboratory. “You search with me. I need to make sure you don't decide to take a nap.”

“Right because I've been slacking this whole time right?” With an annoyed snort, you walked over to Kadaj and allowed him to lead you through the room. “What gave you the idea that Jenova would be here anyway?”

“This building used to belong to Shinra. Since mother was in Shinra's possession, it only makes sense that we would find her in one of their buildings.” Now away from his brothers, he wasn't nearly as short tempered with you. It was a recurring fact that confused you greatly. “You've stopped walking again. Is there a problem?”

“Yeah, kind of.”  Thinking fast, you tried to find a way to ask him what you needed to ask without it sounding rude or accusatory. Figuring he'd find a way to be angry no matter how you worded it, you gave up and just spoke your mind. “Why are you a total jerk to me when your brothers are around? You can actually be pretty nice when it's just you and me.”

Kadaj gave you a strange look. It was so odd, you couldn't tell what he was thinking, not even a little bit. “I suppose it's true. My attitude is highly dependent on the people I surround myself with.” His expression softened, becoming much more readable. “When I am around my brothers, I must assume the role of a leader.” He chuckled. “I suppose I see no need to assume a role when I'm around you. It should be obvious, even to the uneducated onlooker, that you are my subordinate.”

You let a lot of the nasty, rude things he said to you go in one ear and out the other, but that was too much. “I'm your subordinate?” You tightened your fists in anger, speaking through clenched teeth.

“Obviously. If I recall correctly, you would be dead if not for my kindness. That makes you indebted to me, wouldn't you say?” He gave you a prideful smirk as he stepped closer to you. “I really should have done away with you that day. You've been nothing but trouble since the day I found you lying there with your face in the sand.”

That was the last straw. You pulled back your fist and punched him in the jaw, knocking him to the ground.  You'd used every bit of strength you possessed, and it was worth it. “Nothing but trouble? Who's been mending your clothes, cooking your meals and standing watch at night so you can sleep? Who searched for days on end to find you a new hideout when Vincent found your old one? Who does all the civilian things you can't do because you're a wanted criminal?”

Kadaj propped himself up on his elbow and smiled at you. Your punch hadn't even phased him. “My, my, you have quite the temper, don't you? I don't think I've ever seen you so very angry before.” He slowly stood to his feet and brushed himself off. “I must say, anger becomes you.” Without another word, he turned his back to you and continued his search.

“Anger becomes me?” Puzzled, you chased after him. “What on earth does that even mean?”

“Perhaps you should invest in a dictionary if such simple words confuse you.” Though his words were flat, you knew he was trying to get under your skin, and you weren't about to let him do that again. “This room is empty as well. Hopefully Loz and Yazoo had better luck that we did.”

Before he could leave the room, you placed your hand on his shoulder and turned him to face you. “Kadaj, why do you do things like that? It's like you enjoy annoying me until I do something stupid.” You were beginning to feel bad about overreacting, and you just wanted an answer.

“I told you. Anger becomes you.” Strangely, he seemed completely serious, still, you couldn't help but doubt what he was saying. “You don't believe me?” He sighed. “Here, allow me to explain. How intimidating, on average do you find Loz?”

Loz was about as scary as a teddy bear, especially when it came to you. “I don't find him intimidating, at all. He's really sweet most of the time.”

“Right, I completely agree with you.” Kadaj nodded. “Now, what about Yazoo? Does he intimate or scare you at all?”

Yazoo could be incredibly scary when he wanted to be, which unfortunately, was most of the time. You couldn't even count the times he'd threatened to kill you in your sleep. “Both of those words are an understatement actually. Yazoo terrifies me most of the time.”

“Once again, I agree. Now, tell me, do you know what makes Yazoo scary even though he's less than half the size of Loz?” Smiling, Kadaj leaned against the cold, steel frame of the building and allowed you to ponder his question.

It was a simple question, so your answer came naturally. “Well, Loz is nice, and Yazoo is pure evil.”

“Exactly. Now if even an ally of Yazoo is afraid of him, then imagine the enemie's thoughts.” He pushed himself from the wall and walked up to you smirking. “This is why I say anger becomes you. If you ever encounter the enemy, you're not going to be taken seriously if you act like Loz. Where as he can take over by force, you don't have the strength to do so, much like Yazoo. Therefore your best option is to scare away the enemy before they attack.” He pressed his cold gloved hand to your face and grinned. “Understand?”

Everything he'd been doing now made perfect sense, even if his method was odd to say the least. “So, you keep ticking me off, so I can learn to be scary angry? And the reason I need to learn to be scary, is so I can be safe if no one's around?”

Happy you finally understood, Kadaj let out a quiet sigh and smiled. “Precisely.”

You smirked. Kadaj's little explanation had explained much more than he'd meant for it to. “And you can't do this around your brothers, because if they knew you were worrying about my safety, they'd tease you to no end.”

“Prec- wait, no.” His eyes widened, his hand fell from your cheek and his face just barely turned pink. “That has nothing to do with anything. I've explained why I treat you differently when my brothers aren't around. You're reading too much into this.”

“I don't think I am. One minute you're telling me you should have left me to die, and the next you're saying everything you do is to keep me safe.” His flustered state gave you an idea. You pressed your brows together, making yourself look concerned. “But then again, you might just be overly tired. We haven't slept in days.”

“Of course, that's exactly what it is. Now lets find the others and get home before I say something else regrettable.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you from the room. “We'll clear this up after we've slept.”

Yazoo had overheard the end of your conversation, and was now curious. “Clear what up Kadaj? Is everything alright, your face is awfully red.” Kadaj didn't answer Yazoo, he just kept walking, still holding your hand tightly in his. Once Kadaj was far enough away, Yazoo turned to Loz with a very serious look. “We may have a slight problem Loz, I think Kadaj is losing sight of the goal. We'll have to dispose of that girl, and soon.”
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      Sand, no matter where you looked, or how far you walked it was all you could see. Your legs weakened with every laborious step you took. It wouldn't be much longer until you couldn't walk at all. The large gash in your side wasn't making things any easier. You cursed under your breath as you reached the top of another dune. “Nothing, again.” Unable to go any further, you dropped down to your knees. “I should have just stayed in that stupid plane.” Just as you were giving up all hope, you heard a low rumble. “A motorcycle?” Standing to your feet as quickly as you could, you tried to wave the person down. Your blood loss getting to you, you fell back down to your knees before the rider arrived. “Please don't be a mirage.”

A few seconds later, the rider pulled up next to you. You knew you'd seen him before, but your thoughts were too hazy to remember. “Well, what do we have here? It looks like someone could use a little help.” He dismounted the motorcycle and leaned over you with curious eyes and a mischievous grin. “We had better get you out of this heat. It would be a pity if you perished here.” You felt his arms around you as he lifted you up with a high pitched cackle. Now feeling safe, you allowed yourself to rest, instantly passing out in your saviors arms.

Still in a haze, you heard a soft, gentle voice speak. “Say brother, don't you think she's been sleeping long enough? She must be hungry by now, not to mention thirsty.” You felt a pressure on your shoulder. “Maybe, we should wake her up.”

“No Yazoo, Kadaj said to leave her alone.” This voice was deeper, but somehow less threatening than the first.

“But Loz, Kadaj isn't here now, is he? Besides, I'm tired of  not having a bed.” The pressure on your shoulder intensified as Yazoo began shaking you out of sleep. You weakly opened your eyes. Above you were two, very familiar faces. It took you a second to realize who they were, even after hearing their names. “What's the matter? You seem frightened.”

Your eye's widened in fear as you attempted to speak. “Y-you're.”

“I told you two to leave her alone.” Kadaj walked through the door of the abandoned house, angrily stomping his way to wear you were laying on the floor. As he stood over you, you immediately recognized his grin. He stared at you for what seemed like a long time before speaking again. “You were right Yazoo, she's not the one. Pity, now we have no need for you.”

Still slightly amazed that you'd been rescued by Kadaj, you found it hard to speak. “You, saved me. Why would you do that?”

Kadaj laughed as he turned away from you with large exaggerated movements. “It was a mistake, I thought you were a certain someone. But alas, you aren't who I thought you were, so, you're free to go.” Now on the other side of the room, Kadaj turned and looked at you with a rather strange sort of grin. “Unless of course, you'd like to join our little group.”

Yazoo seemed extremely unhappy with this idea. Loz on the other hand, seemed pretty happy about it. “I can't do that.” You tried to lift yourself off of the thin mat you were resting on. “I appreciate you helping me, but I'm still loyal to Shinra.” Managing to get in an upright position, you realized there was no way you'd even be able to walk out of here on your own. Your side still ached with a dull throbbing pain, and your head spun with the slightest movement.

“Is that so?” Kadaj tilted his head, chuckling to himself again. “Well then, I guess we can't keep you here. Loz, why don't you show our guest out hmm?”

Obviously reluctant to do as he was told, Loz slowly walked over to you and began to pick you up. With you now in his arms, he frowned, looking to Kadaj. “B-but Kadaj, won't she die?”

Kadaj's grin became wicked. “Of course she will, my dear brother. But we can't have the enemy sleeping under our roof, now can we?” He flicked his wrist in a shooing motion. “Now take her out, we have work to do.” Loz looked down at you, frowning and confused. Instead of throwing you out, he simply moved you from one bed to another. “What do you think you're doing?”

“I can't throw her out.” Loz looked down at you sheepishly. “She looks too sad. We should just make her stay, then she wouldn't be our enemy anymore.”

“No, absolutely not.” Kadaj hastily walked over to you, lifting you off of the bed and tossing you across his shoulder. “If you won't get rid of her, I will.” He stomped out of the building and began carrying you through the woods. “To think, I brought you all the way here, just so you could refuse my generous offer.” Kadaj snorted, honestly upset with you. “Ingrate.”

“I am grateful.” You winced as his shoulder pressed into your wound. “But it would be wrong of me to abandon my friends, we're like family.” Something you said struck Kadaj. He stopped walking, and just stood there, thinking. “I'm sorry.”

“No.” He placed you on a nearby stone and stared at you. You couldn't read the expression on his face. It was a strange mix of sadness and confusion. “To expect one to leave their family for a complete stranger is ludicrous.” Kadaj was wrestling inwardly with himself. “So, I suppose there's only one thing for me to do. You may stay, but only until you are well enough to walk yourself home. You will have to help us with whatever we ask, like it or not. Also, if I ever find out that you've told Shinra anything about us, I'll just have to kill you.” He tilted his head to the side and smiled down at you. “Do we have a deal?”  

“I don't think I have a whole lot of other options. If I stay out here, I'll die, so I guess the smart thing to do would be to accept your offer.” They hadn't hurt you while you were sleeping, you only hoped the kindness would continue now that you were awake. “So, yes, I'll stay with you. T-thank you.”

“You're quite welcome.” Kadaj lifted you up again, placing you over his shoulder, a bit more gently this time. “We really do need a better way to transport you however. If we keep moving you this way, you're wound will never heal.” He laughed, seeming to enjoy the idea of you not healing.

You cling to him the best you could, hoping it would lessen the impacts of his steps. “Yeah, that would be good. Or you know, we could just not move me for a while.”

“I suppose, but there is still the problem of where you'll be sleeping. Loz would roll over on you and suffocate you to death, while Yazoo would just suffocate you.” He didn't bring himself into the equation, even though to you it seemed like an obvious choice. “The ground is much too cold at night for you to sleep on the floor.” Kadaj gave a sigh of reluctance. “You'll have to sleep in my bed, at least until I can get you one of your own.”

“But, I'm only staying until I'm well, remember?” You hoped your reminder wouldn't offend him. “There's no reason for me to have my own bed.”

Kadaj stopped in front of the door, slowly grabbing onto the latch and pulling it open.“Well, you never know sister. My little gang can be quite addicting. You might soon find that you've changed your mind.”
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Bonnie Lass – Chapter 13
[Scotland x Reader]



The carriage bounced slightly down the unpaved, country road, making the long trip back to the Edelstein Estate.  Inside, your teeth worried at your bottom lip, chewing back any hopes of the wide grin that threatened to spread across your face.  Your mind giggled at the thought of Allistair doing the same, his mouth curved into a soft half-smile.  Around you, the scenery that came and went seemed to glow with an almost enchanting air, which was not at all due to the moonlight.  The entire left side of your body was pressed up against Allistair, though your hand remained empty this time around, both of you suddenly very careful to hide the feelings that were there all along.

Across from you, a brooding Arthur Kirkland stared tiredly out the window on the opposite side, looking lost in thought, a small indentation nestled in between his too bushy eyebrows.  Next to him, Elizabeta’s head fell delicately across his shoulder, the brunette fast asleep.

You were warm and content, and comfortable with the person you felt safest with you; and at the same time, every time you recalled the kiss you two had shared you felt your face heat up and your throat tighten, and you suddenly had to stop risking looks, because you were still at a loss, at the prospects of love.  

You, a young woman who had ditched the stifling life of a lady the first chance she got, now hopelessly enthralled with someone you probably would have hated, had you met him in your formal life.

You heard Allistair clear his throat from beside you, and you felt your cheeks heat up again.

Your heart skipped a beat, and suddenly it was all just so much.  Like being thrown into the sea, without knowing how to swim a lick.

You swallowed nervously, and leaned your own head on the red-head’s sturdy shoulder, not daring to glance up.   Your eyes fell closed, and after a few moments, the shock melted away, leaving the tender warmth of Allistair’s arms, to wrap wonderfully around your waist.  Almost as if it was second nature, you curled up against him, and let one hand rest on his chest, his racing heart lulling you to sleep.





Everything was still, and quiet.

Too still and quiet.  After a few groggy moments, you came to the realization that the carriage had stopped, which meant that you had arrived back at the estate.

You wrenched your eyes opened, and shivered slightly as the doors swung open, welcoming the chilly, night air.  Allistair slid out first, before offering you his hand.

“Thank you.”

Your voice was small, and tired, and laced with nervousness.  The tall man beside you said nothing, only running his thumb gently across the back of your hand.

On the other side, Arthur and Elizabeta had gotten out as well, and had already started making their way back to the house.  

Inside, it was very warm, and very bright, and you found yourself squinting as everyone began saying their good night’s, Elizabeta following Roderich down the hall, and Arthur trudging up the long staircase, his feet dragging with exhaustion.  

You turned to look at Allistair, who had already trained his gaze on you, grinning crookedly, but with a slightly softer edge than usual.

“Well, good night.”  You looked away, feeling very small all of a sudden, with a fancy dress, in a near-empty foyer.  

Together, you two climbed the stairs silently, turning down the corridor, where both of your rooms were, adjacent.  You sighed, slightly disappointed that such a lovely evening was coming to an end, as you reached to open the door to your room.  Something caught your elbow though, and in the next moment, you stumbled backwards slightly, something soft brushing hurriedly across your cheek.

Before you had time to react properly, a hasty “’Night.” was murmured, and your back met the sturdy thud of Allistair’s door closing. Knees weak, you managed to get into you own room, which was as beautifully done as the rest of the house, the rosy tinge of your cheeks complimenting the seductive red of the lavish bed covers.  

Too tired to dwell anymore on the night’s events, you started to undress on autopilot, your skilled fingers methodically removing the expensive jewelry that adorned you, with surprising grace.  You had just started on the many layers of your poufy dress, when a practiced knock sounded against your door.  Holding the front of your dress against your chest, as you went to answer it, you stumbled over, finding yourself face to face with a plain looking maid.

“Night clothes, milady.”

The girl, not much younger than you, dipped into a deep curtsy, holding out a neatly folded, silk night gown.

“Ah, thank you.”  You nodded, trying your best to be dignified, but extremely polite to the poor girl was stuck catering to your needs at this late hour.

You gratefully accepted the soft fabric.

“Ah, and when you’re done, the gentleman across the hall has requested your company.”  Her cheeks were as dark as yours.

“Allistair?”  His name finished in a squeak, as the girl nodded.

“Yes, milady.”

You pressed your mouth into a thin line, trying your best to look casual about the whole situation; or rather, not like an unmarried woman was about to rendezvous with a young man, in her night clothes.  You nodded firmly.

“Thank you very much.  Have a good evening.”

She curtsied one more time, before taking leave, down the rest of the corridor.  Shutting the door in her absence, you finished tugging off the rest of your dress, and after struggling to find the correct end to hang it up with, you settled with laying it neatly on your bed; after all, it’s not like you’d be sleeping there anyways.

You froze, as soon as the thought passed.

Then where would you be sleeping?  Allistair’s room?  Allistair’s bed?  Would you be sleeping?

You blushed furiously, of course you would be.  You were unmarried, and not to mention, in no position to start a family.  

You slipped out of your slips, and draped yourself in the luxurious night gown, only clad in a clean pair of panties underneath.  Even though the nightie ended a few inches below your knees, this was the most bare you had been in front of a man.  Even back on the ship, you had made a point to either dress while Allistair was sleeping, or once he’d gone to breakfast.  

You were nervous, and if you thought your heart was hammering on the carriage ride home, then you should have felt it now.  At the same time though, now was not the time to be scared.  This was not a battle you were about to jump, headfirst into.  The man you loved was waiting for you across the hall.  You trusted him, you felt safe with him.

You gallantly strode out of the room to go see him.
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'Man, so much homework . . . . .'

(y/n) was a current student at Ouran Academy, her (h/l) (h/c) hair swished around slightly as she walked through the halls of the school, her (e/c) eyes  were looking down at the book she read as she proceeded to the location of the Host Club to spend some time there before going home. She was so concentrated on the book that she didn’t notice a certain pair of twins bickering and throwing random objects at eachother on the floor above her.

“Hey Hikaru! Heads up!” Kaoru shouted as he hurled a water balloon at him, Hikaru simply side-stepped and avoided being hit. They were just about to fight again until they heard the sound of a water balloon bursting and a shriek.

“Eeeek!!”

“Uh-oh,” both brothers said at the same time. They looked over the railing and gasped at what they were seeing.

“Uhhhh Kaoru, what exactly was in that water balloon.”

“A potion I got from Nekozawa-sempai, but he never told me what it was.”

“Well, looks like we have our answer.”

“Oh boy, this really isn’t good.”

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“YOU GUYS PELTED A YOUNG LADY WITH A WATER BALLOON FILLED WITH A POTION THAT MAKES ONE BECOME A CHILD!!!?” Tamaki, the president of the Host Club, shouted at the twins. They had just announced that their reason for fighting was just because they were bored and that (y/n) had become a five-year-old thanks to the potion filled water balloon. When they brought her in, they were using her now too big dress to keep her body covered as one of them carried her, the other carried her things. Luckily Kyoya was able to get an emergency child’s uniform for her faster then you can say “what-the-heck-happened-here?” and she was now sitting quietly on the couch, in the white and pink elementary uniform, just staring at the boys. It seems like the potion also turned her mind back to when she was five-years-old, for she didn’t recognize anyone and was really quiet, examining everything like it was from a parallel world.

“Hey hey, we’re sorry boss, we didn’t mean for it to get this far,” the twins said. Tamaki face-palmed.

“And of all the girls you had to hit sweet (y/n).” (y/n) visited the Host Club as often as she could, mostly requesting the twins to host her. She had pretty much fallen in love with their devilish personality and even they began to take a liking to her over time, seeing that she wasn’t like other girls that they have hosted in the past.

“Well what are we going to do about this?” Kyoya asked while writing in his black notebook.

“Well, it seems like we’re gonna have to reach to Nekozawa-sempai for help,” Tamaki said.

“But he just went home, I saw him myself,” Honey said, making Usa-chan dance for (y/n) to keep her entertained.

“Oh very well, Kyoya, mind calling him for us?” Tamaki asked.

“On it,” Kyoya pulled his cellphone out and dialed.

“Hey, what are we gonna do about her parents? They’re sure to start worrying when they notice their daughter hasn’t called or come home,” Haruhi said.

“Well just explain things to them, I’m sure they’ll understand,” Hikaru suggested.

“Oh yeah, that’s a good idea,” Haruhi said sarcastically, “hello Mr. and Mrs. (l/n), I’m afraid an pair of idiotic brothers have turned your daughter into a five-year-old using black magic. Yeah, they’ll understand alright.”

“Nekozawa-sempai said the spell should wear off in the morning,” Kyoya said, closing his cellphone.

“Oh boy, and what are we supposed to do until then? And like Haruhi said, what about her parents?”

“Well, seeing that you two were the cause of the problem, it’ll be up to you guys to take care of this,” Tamaki said. Both twins were shocked.

“What!? Boss you can’t be serious!” As they twins and Tamaki argued, (y/n) looked up form the show Honey was giving her and over to the twins, she slipped down from the couch and walked over to them, catching their attention.

“Uh, hey (y/n), what’s wrong?” Kaoru asked. She lifted her arms up, showing that she wanted to be carried. Kaoru got the message and gathered her in his arms.

“Well, this is kinda awkward, I’m holding our frequent customer in my arms.” (y/n) snuggled into Kaoru’s chest, smiling and giggling softly.

“Awww, look at that Kao-chan, she likes you,” Honey said.

“Heh, guess she’s always liked me better, eh Hikaru?” Kaoru said, giving his brother a sly look. Hikaru glared.

“Hey! I’m sure she likes me just as much!” Hikaru held his arms out, “(y/n), don’t you wanna come with me?” (y/n) looked over to Hikaru, but the mad face he was showing was scaring her, and with a squeak she hid her face in Kaoru’s chest.

“Hey Hikaru, lighten up, you’re scaring her!” Karou said while cradling (y/n) in his arms, “hey hey, it’s ok, Hikaru is a good guy,” he cooed. Hikaru sighed and reached out and stroked (y/n)’s hair, “Hey, I’m sorry about that,” he said in a soft voice. (y/n) peaked out from Kaoru’s chest, the hand on her head felt so good, she wanted to be near the owner and finally held her arms out to Hikaru, who gladly took her in and continued to stroke her hair.

“Hika . . . ru . .” she said sleepily. He slightly flinched at the sound of her voice, it was so innocent and sweet, he smiled and held her closer.

“Heh, well aren’t you two chummy?” Kaoru said with a laugh.

“I hate to break up this ‘beautiful moment,’ but our guests will be coming shortly,” Kyoya said after checking his watch, “and we can’t tell them that this is (y/n) nor can we have a child around while we’re hosting.”
“Can’t you cancel for today?” Haruhi asked.

“I’d rather we not, unless you want to prolong your debt.”

“Heartless tax collector,” Haruhi said under her breath.

“What was that?”

“N-n-n-nothing!!”

“Well can’t we just put her to the side, she’s about to fall asleep and I’m sure she’ll sleep through the club hours,” Hikaru said. And just as he spoke, (y/n) fell into a deep slumber.

“Well, I guess we have no choice.” Takashi helped by moving a couch to the far end of the room where (y/n) will be able to sleep soundly, he positioned it in a way where no one will be able to see who was on the couch. After Hikaru placed (y/n) down on the couch, Honey draped his pink, bunny blanket over (y/n).

“This is my favorite blanket, it helps me to stay asleep, so I’m sure it’ll help (y/n)-chan too!”

The doors to the music room opened.

“And just in time too,” Kyoya said with a grin.

~0~

(y/n) slowly opened her eyes. All she saw was a wall. Sitting up, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

'Hikaru? . . . . . . . Kaoru? . . . . . Where? . . . .'

She looked over the couch and saw the twins along with everyone else as they were surrounded by girls.

'There!!'

She walked alongside the back of the room that way no on would see her, but that didn’t mean that a few eyes didn’t catch her movements.

“Uhh, Tamaki?”

“Yes my Princess?”

“Why is there a little girl at the back of the room.” Tamaki went as pale as the china on the table.

'Oh boy, this isn’t good!!'

(y/n) kept walking until she was right next to the couch the twins were sitting one. One of their guests noticed her first.

“Oh, Hikaru, Kaoru, what’s a little girl doing here?”

“Eh!?” both twins said. They looked and sure enough there was (y/n), looking up at both of them with her big, (e/c) eyes.

“Hikaru? Kaoru?” she said, and lifted her arms. The twins didn’t know what to do, that is until their guests started squealing from the cuteness.

“Awwwww!! Is she your relative or something? She’s so cute!!” they said.

“Um, well . . .” Hikaru didn’t know how to respond to that, but Kaoru decided to play along and picked (y/n) up, cuddling with her, “Yeah, sorry about this ladies, but our little cousin just couldn’t wait to come and see us, so her parents came over and dropped her off here, she was taking a nap, looks like the little princess has risen from her slumber.” While the guests were awing and buying the story, (y/n) looked at the table and saw a tasty looking piece of strawberry cake. Her stomach gave off a little growl saying that it wanted that cake. She reached out to try to grab the fork, but her short arms didn’t allow it. Hikaru was the first to notice her reaching out.

“Huh? You want some cake?” he asked. She looked up at him and nodded.

“Heh,” Hikaru cut a small piece with the fork and held it close to her mouth, “here.” (y/n) opened her mouth and took the cake, her eyes twinkling from the sweetness of the dessert. Hikarus and Kaoru’s guests squealed some more from the cuteness.

“So what’s her name?” one girl asked as Hikaru continued to feed (y/n) cake.

“Her name? Uhhhh......” Kaoru quickly spit out the first name that came to his mind, “Victoria?”

“Oh how lovely.” As Hikaru held out the fork for (y/n) to take another bite, she surprised him by taking the fork from him and holding it up towards Kaoru’s face, smearing the side of his lip with frosting.

“Here Kaoru, you have some. It’s really good,” she said. Kaoru looked at her blankly for a moment, but just smiled, thanked (y/n), and ate the cake. Hikaru saw the frosting on his brother’s face and saw this as an oppritunity. He leaned in close to Kaoru’s face.

“Oh Kaoru, your face is a mess, here,” he sticked his tongue out and lapped up some of the frosting, the guests almost fainted.

“H-Hikaru! That’s embarrassing!” Kaoru whined, playing along with Hikaru’s plan. Both brothers couldn’t foresee what happened next. (y/n) had examined Hikaru’s little move, so she straightened out to get a little taller, and as Kaoru looked down at her when he felt her move, she stuck out her own tongue a licked up the rest of the frosting that was left on Kaoru’s face. Everyone who saw went silent, (y/n) began to slightly panic, taking the silence as a bad thing.

“Um . . . . did I do something wrong?” she asked, tears brimming in her eyes. Both twins spoke up, “No no!! We were just surprised is all!!” They both held (y/n) as they whispered to her, assuring her that she didn’t do anything wrong. As they did, their guests were seriously on the brink of passing out from cuteness overload seeing the twins comforting the girl.

~0~


It was finally time for the guests to go home. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, glad that everything went well. (y/n) was lying on the couch at the moment, taking a small nap while everyone else stood around it.

“I’m a bit surprised that no one noticed that it was really (y/n),” Haruhi stated.

“Hm, well that aside,” Kyoya said, closing his black book, “what are we gonna do about her parents? They’re probably expecting a call from her by now, since they know she visits us.”

“Wait. Call. I got it!” Kaoru rummaged through (y/n) school bag until he found what he was looking for: (y/n)’s cellphone.

“I’ll just text her parents telling them she went to a sleepover. Good thing it’s Friday,” he said as he began his idea.

“Really Kaoru? Do you really think that they’re gonna buy that?” Haruhi asked, not believing how naive Kaoru is being, “there’s no way that they’re-”

“They texted back, saying ‘have a good time’.”

“. . . . . . . I stand corrected . . .”

“Wow, didn’t expect that to be easy,” Kaoru said, putting (y/n)’s cellphone back into her bag.

“Well, it’s getting late,” Tamaki carefully picked up (y/n), not wanting to wake her, “I’ll take care of (y/n) until she gets back to normal.”

“Huh? Why do you get to take her?” the twins asked.

“I thought it was obvious, I’m much more responsible then you two will ever be in a thousand years.”

“Yeah right, I don’t think she’ll be comfortable with you boss, she obviously likes us the best.”

“As if I’m gonna leave this precious princess in the care of you shady twins!!”

(y/n) stirred in Tamaki’s arms until she opened her eyes. His shouting had woken her up

“Oops.” She looked up to see the only blonde boy holding her and not one of the twins. She looked around frantically for them, and when they were in her line of sight, she held her arms out towards them and let out a little whine, showing that she wasn’t comfortable with Tamaki. The twins smirked at this.

“Heh,” Kaoru gently took her from Tamaki’s arms, “looks like the princess will be spending the night with us after all.”

~0~

After pulling off a genius plan on getting (y/n) unnoticed by anyone at their home(seriously, i have no idea how they’d be able to pull it off XD), Hikaru and Kaoru settled into their room. They would usually sleep in the nude, but now that (y/n) was in their room, and as a child at that, they changed into comfortable sleepwear. They also managed to change (y/n) into a simple, white shirt they had, it acted as a nightgown on her small frame and was slightly dragged on the floor as she walked. The twins sat on their huge bed and stretched their limbs.

“Oh boy, what a day huh Kaoru?”

“Yeah, you said it Hikaru.” (y/n) was rolling around on the soft sheets, loving the smooth feeling of them. Her actions caused for the twins to giggle at her interesting behavior. She went under the covers and as stealthy as she could, crawled to where the twins were and popped out from under, “Boo!” she playfully shouted. The twins pretended to be scared.

“Hahaha! I scared you!” (y/n) said gleefully.

“Heh, you sure did,” Hikaru said, ruffling her hair. (y/n) looked up at the twins, the look on her face showed that there was something on her mind.

“(y/n)? Is there something wrong?” Kaoru asked.

“Um . . . . do you guys like me?” she asked with a tiny blush on her cheeks.

“Of course we do, right Hikaru?”

“Right,” Hikaru placed a hand on (y/n) head and stroked her hair, “you’re our favorite girl in the whole wide world

“So, when I grow up, can we get married?” The twins were taken aback by her question.

“Huh?” they said. (y/n) had a big smile on her face, “I love Hikaru and Kaoru! So we should get married! Please?” she gave them the biggest puppy dogs eyes she could manage. The twins looked at eachother, a small smile was present on their faces showing that they were thinking the same thing. They lowered their heads, a twin on either side of (y/n), and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Of course we can get married (y/n), we love you too,” they said in perfect
unison. (y/n) clapped her hands happily.

“Yay! That makes me very happy!” (y/n) let out a big yawn, “so . . . happy . . .” she wobbled a little until Kaoru took her int his arms and got comfortable in the bed along with his brother, (y/n) lied in the middle of the two.

“Hey Hikaru,” Kaoru said after (y/n) fell into a deep sleep.

“Hm?”

“Do you think she’ll remember any of this when she wakes up?”

“Don’t know.”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.”

~0~

'Hm? Oh it’s morning . . . .' (y/n) sat up and stretched her limbs, yawning deeply.

“Man, that was one weird dream I had,” she said to herself. But then felt like something was off. First of all, she wasn’t wearing her usual nightgown that she would wear to sleep, instead she was only in a white shirt that only covered her up to the top of her thighs and her underwear, second, the bed didn’t have the (f/c) blankets that she slept with, and third, the twins were at both sides of her, sleeping soundly.

'What!!? So it wasn’t a dream!!?'

Both twins stirred in their sleep before opening their eyes. They smiled and causally said, “Morning.” (y/n) blushed and hid under the sheets, knowing that she was overly exposed, and in front of the Hitachiin brother at that.

“H-how can you guys be so casual about this!?” she asked.

“Nekozawa-sempai said the effects of the potion will wear off the next day, so it’s really no surprise,” Kaoru explained.

“But aside from that, (y/n),” Hikaru began, inching closer to (y/n)’s covered form, “do you remember anything?” She was silent, not wanting to answer, for she DID remember, what they did and what she said to them. She replied with a muffled mutter.

“Oh? What was that?” Hikaru asked. She muttered again. The twins chuckled and pulled the covers off of her, causing for her to shriek.

“Hey!!”

“Now, mind answering us properly?” they asked.

“If you don’t,” Kaoru leaned in close to (y/n)’s face from the front.

“Then we’ll have no choice but to punish you,” Hikaru positioned himself behind (y/n), straddling her from behind so she couldn’t escape and placing his chin on her shoulder. (y/n)’s face was as red as a cherry. She was really trapped.

“Ugh . . . . . yes . . . .” Silence. Then, “So, did you mean it?” Kaoru asked.

“Mean what?”

“Do you really love us?” Hikaru repeated.

“Uhh . . . . yes . . . but I know that it’s wrong, since there’s two of you and all. but, you’re both so perfect . . . . I just can’t choose between the two of you,” (y/n) looked down in shame, that was until Kaoru lifted it with his hand, forcing her to look at him.

“Now now, why would you think that?” he inched closer to her face, “we’re brothers, we can share.” And without waiting for a response or anything, Kaoru placed his lips upon (y/n)’s face. She squeaked, completely surprised, but she then found herself kissing back. Hikaru began to place little butterfly kisses on the back of her neck. The moment Kaoru parted, Hikaru pulled her face back, now she was looking at the older brother.

“After all, having two lovers is better then one. Do you think?” Without waiting for an answer, he kissed (y/n) passionately. Kaoru was now planting soft kisses on (y/n)’s neck, making her blush even more fiercely. This would’ve continued if the dire need of oxygen wasn’t present to make everyone stop for a second and catch their breaths.

“So, what do you say (y/n)?” Hikaru said.

“Will you marry us?” Kaoru asked.

“B-b-b-but, this isn’t right in society.”

“Then we’ll make it right,” the twins said, cuddling close to (y/n).

“And besides, society is always changing every day,” Hikaru stated.

“So (y/n), we ask again.” The twins each took one of (y/n)’s hands, “Will you marry us?” they asked in unison.

“. . . . . . yes . . . .”
another request finally done! ugh, can't belive this took so long ><
so im not used to writing where the reader has two lovers, i did my very best!! hope you all enjoy
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As a librarian your job was to stack the book into the shelves of a ghost town room.
Not noticing a brittish boy staring gat you, you began to sing

"Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men?
It is the music of the people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!"

The brittish men known as Arthur Kirkland stares at you in awe.
You were actually singing a popular brittish song!

"Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Beyond the barricade
Is there a world you long to see?

Then join in the fight
That will give you the right to be free!

Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!"

"Hey yo Arthur I just wanted to sa--" his words were block off by a red face brittish boy 

"Will you give all you can give
So that our banner may advance
Some will fall and some will live
Will you stand up and take your chance?
The blood of the martyrs
Will water the meadows of France!"

Arthur's face turn purple at the mention of Francis countries but easily blocked by the last verse of you song

"Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorr--Aahhhhh!!"

Arthur flinched after hearing a scream
He ran as if life depended on it
Saving a girl who were about to fall on a ladder 
"Kapoff" Arthur grunted as the (h/c) girl made impact against his chest.
"A-Arthur?" ____ asked looking toward the green eyes toward her
"Sing the last part love." 

The girl blushed, gulped then continue

"When tomorrow comes"




Heyyyyyyyyyyy.
THIS SONG IS STUCK IN MY HEADDDDDDD(GET IT OUT!!!!!)
So yea this song is 'do you hear the people sing' from Les Miserables
And it suited perfectly with Arthur

You-> your self
Story/song fiction -> jama-chan
England -> hetalia
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(e/c) Eye color.
(f/c) Favorite color.
(c) Color.
(h/l) Hair length.
(h/c) Hair color.
______ Name/last name/nickname
(s/n) Sister's name

You where laying on the sofa, with a soft white pillow and your (c) comforter. Jack has been staying with you the whole day, taking care of you and making you comfortable and warm. He even managed to make hot chicken soup. You had no idea how he knew to cook that, moreover how he was able to keep it warm despite his cold temperature.
Your mother finally arrived next day, telling you that she knew you could take care of yourself. You where quiet and gave her the coldest look anyone could ever do while sick, which was pretty cold and scary-looking. But she didn't see it since she sat on her work bench, solving crosswords with a smile while humming.
Jack still visited you, you weren't able to talk most of the times since your mom was around though. But he thought it was fine, he talked to you about random things, how his days where and what he had done. Some of the moments he talked about made you laugh. Sometimes, your mother would ask you what you where laughing at, you'd always say that you where thinking of something funny.
He visited you from time to time everyday, when he wasn't visiting, he spent time making it snow in countries and having snowball fights with the other kids. He's been really kind to you this past week, he's been so protective.

You where still on the couch, but you get up from time to time to stretch. But you always flop down on the couch again after a few seconds, your head hurts just by getting up. Jack was standing in front of you, with his staff in his right hand.
"You're starting to feel better _____?" You nodded slightly in response, hoping for your mom not to see. Luckily, Jack told you that she was in the bathroom, so you where able to whisper to him.
"Jack...why have you been so nice to me? You're visiting everyday, don't you have more important things to do?"
"...Well, to tell you the truth....i like sick people." He started to slightly blush a bit.
"Wait...what?" He's not telling you the exact reason, but he's not lying either. He just doesn't want to tell you that the reason is because he's feeling guilty.
"Don't you understand? Everyone seem to get adorable when they're sick! Imagine it, sniffles, their coughs, their runny red noses, the way they sneeze and their cranky personality and such."
"Hmm...well, i guess it could be cute on some people." You answered a bit confused, but slightly understanding and agreeing.
"And you know what the cutest thing is?" He asks you as he leans in. You hear that his voice is getting louder, signalizing that he's getting closer. You leaned back your head a little to make sure you wont bump in to his face.
"W-what?"
"The way they look at you when they ask for something. They have the same look Bunny had when he was tiny, they're adorable~ They all look so innocent, tired, sweet...and fragile." He then stands straight. "Remember when you asked me to stay and take care of you? I couldn't possibly say no to that face." He said with a grin.
You started to blush lightly, but he assumed it was because of the flu.
"Wait, Bunny? Easter Bunny?"
"Yeah! He exists, but he's a real pain in the ass."
"Isn't that what he should think of you? By thinking of that blizzard, no kids went hunting for eggs. My grandma told me about it, she says that she was there." You didn't know if she was a child, a teenager or an adult at that time, but you believed that she was there alright.
"Yeah." He starts to chuckle a bit. "He still has a big grudge on that. He doesn't seem to look like a bunny either, more like a kangaroo to me."
You started to giggle slightly, but you then heard the toilet flush and the water sink on.

"Well, i guess i should go now. Bye _____, see you tomorrow."
"Bye Jack." You said back to him with a beaming warm smile.
"Hey, don't make me melt from your smile, _____. You have no idea how warm it gets." He said with a smirk. You giggled back, and waved at him. He then headed for the window, and opened it, letting a cold breeze hit you.

"Wait, Jack? He looked back at you, you where relieved that he heard the whisper.
"What is it?"
"....You think you can meet me later today? I'd like to talk to you about something, preferably alone."
"Sure thing, i'll come back before sunset." He then jumped out, leaving the window open.
'She's just too darn cute.' He thought as he flew to a different country, making it lightly snow as he left.

Your mother got out after what felt like 6 minutes but was only 4. She noticed the open window and that it was snowing, so she rushed over to close it.
"_____! You shouldn't have the window open when you're sick!" She shouted as she closed the window.
"Like you care.." You mumbled, still angry at her.
"What?"
"Mom seriously, who was that guy? Why did you left me to take care of myself? Was it for him? Who is this guy, how could you leave your blind daughter alone at home while being sick!? Answer me goddammit!" You started to get really pissed off now. Your mother usually took care of you, just not that often with "care". This was new, that she had someone more important to be with, than to take care of you when you needed it the most.
"...Okay, i'll tell you." You then felt your mom sit down at the end of the couch, where your feet are. You sensed a weird feeling, you felt that she was unsure if she should say it or not.

"I....i met someone, and i think i really like him."
"...MOM!?"
"I know, i know. I know you still love your father, and wouldn't want him replaced. But...wouldn't it be fun to actually have a father around you to talk to?"
"Only if it's my real dad! He will be a complete stranger to me! I won't know how he looks like and it will be like a new life to me, a bad one!"
"Hun, you don't know how we look like either. We've only described ourselves." 'And your sister a little different.' She said in the back of her head. It's quite the surprise that your mom just let her describe herself like that.
"I do now!" You shouted as you shot up from the couch. You didn't care of your headache that you got from the screams and getting up the couch.
"Wait, what?" She said really confused, wondering what you meant by that. She got up to get slightly closer to you.

"I saw it in a dream....I remember everything...Not the crash, but you, everyone and how everything looked like!"
"....What?" She said as she breathed out in surprise and shock.
"I saw all the colors, your face, your hair and the clothes you usually wore. And (s/n) looked nothing like she described herself as!"
"You...you really did see us..." She said really shocked. You actually had all your memories from the past all along. You just couldn't remember them, but you did thanks to Jack and Sandy. It was also thanks to Tooth, but she didn't notice herself that she gave you those memories, which is odd.
"I....i could even..i could even see dad...he looked so happy when he was with me."
At a part of the dream, you met your dad on the way home from school, and you started to talk to him. You didn't know why, but somehow you knew it was him before he even opened his mouth. You told him that you where gonna visit a friend, but that she was sick. He patted your shoulder and ruffled your hair, telling you that he was sorry. He then said a little hurriedly that he was late for work, and that he had to go fast. He gave you a goodbye kiss on the forehead, and said that he loved you no matter what, like he always did whenever he left.
"I remember everything i saw and everyone I knew. So to live with this new "dad" would be like living with a complete stranger! He would forever be just an acquaintance!" You screamed so loudly that your neighbors heard, you even woke up some kids that had taken a nap. You started to get a slight migraine from all the screaming, but you where too angry and emotional to care.

Your mom started to quake and tears started gushing from her eyeballs, you didn't see it though. But you knew something was wrong when you heard a big thud, and heard small sobbing sounds. It was your mom that fell on her knees, looking down and covering her face filled with tears.
"...Mom? A-are you okay?" You started to feel unsure of what to do, and you felt slight guilt, wondering what you did to make her cry. "Why are you-"
"Why did he leave me? I loved him so much, he loved me, and yet he left?" Your mother still loved your father, you always thought she left him, but he left her. And you talking about him, it made her realize that she missed him so much.
"Mom, what are you talking abo-"
"When that car hit you, the ambulance had called us, telling us that you where at the hospital. We both drove to see you, and then they said you where blind...." She started to sit like an indian with her hands entwined, covering her mouth, and her head still looking down on the floor. She tried to calm down, but it didn't work at all, she was still very sad. "He....he said that he couldn't stand to see you like this, or to take care of you....So he left me...I hated him for leaving me, i hated the driver for hitting you..." She stopped talking, but she looked up at you with a cold, angry stare, and it sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't see it, but you could definitely feel it.
"And i hate you for making this happen. For seeing your friend, and coming home late." Your heart felt like it wanted to burst, hearing a family member say that they hate you is really heartbreaking. It may not seem so serious, but actually knowing in your gut that they're telling the truth...it feels like one of the most painful feelings ever. Getting hit by that car was less painful, because that was a pain that left eventually. This pain lasted for a really long time, and no matter what you did, you couldn't suffocate it.

But you where strong, you fought those tears, and said the first thing that came up in your mind.
"....What time is it?"
"About 6 PM."
"And it's still sunny outside...right?"
"...Yes."
"...T-then i'll be going outside." You said slightly shaky as you went to grab your outdoor clothes. You took some pain pills with you, just to make sure it wouldn't get too bad.
"Where are you going?"
"Stop pretending like you care, mom."
"...Fine." That answer made all those tears of yours to finally shed. Luckily, you didn't have to turn around to let her see you. You put on your clothes, boots and your bag with a flashlight and batteries, just in case it'd get dark earlier. You then opened the front door and left, leaving your mom, still sitting on the floor.
You wiped all the tears from your face as you walked. You heard the neighbors shout, asking you what happened. You didn't answer, and you didn't look back. They knew that you had one of the best hearings, so they knew that you didn't want to talk about it.
You just went to the park where you first met Jack, hoping for him to search there when he sees you're not at home.
Wow....i really didn't think something this sad would occur in the story...Well, you just found out that your mom hates you, that's a disappointment. And you want to talk privately to Jack, i wonder what it is that you want to tell him. :icondawhatplz:

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“One day.”

The Guardians all lift their heads, curiously staring at you.

“Please, just give me…one more day with him,” you plea, looking at each of them in turn.

After a quick consultation with the others, North returns to you. “We shall have to see how he is doing first.”

You nod and stand as he does.

Jangle bids you farewell as he rejoins the other elves.

You follow North through the building, trekking down long curving hallways, up a decorated stairwell or two—at which a white yeti with green eyes and a fire truck in its hands has to stand aside to let the group pass—and even through a couple of other rooms that just lead to more paths. It’s like the place is just asking to be explored, an adventure in itself. As if it was designed so even North wouldn’t know what was behind every door, always maintaining a sense of wonder and mystery. Despite that illusion, though, North didn’t get you guys lost, seeming to know where he’s going. Maybe.

You think you’ve seen that door and walked this hallway couple of times already.

The entire time, it’s like the Guardians have taken on an unspoken formation around you, surrounding you with their magic and an air of comfort. Sandy is to your left, floating off the floor so he’s just about your height, always offering you a soft, warm smile when you glance over at him. Tooth is fluttering to your right, her little fairies following not far behind her. One of them has actually taken to you, flying close to your ear as she smiles and chirps on occasion, the small hum of her wings sounding like soothing music, bearing that effect on you. Bunny is switching between walking and hopping behind you, depending on the speed that North is going. When walking, you’ve noticed, he whips out an unfinished Easter egg and paints as he goes. Sometimes he’ll place a furry paw on your shoulder, smiling down on you, the hope in his eyes overflowing into your very own soul, boosting your moral without a single spoken word passing between the two of you.

North stops the troupe in front of a large wooden door, much like the one that your typical room has. There’s a large window with a ledge big enough to sit comfortably on just to the left. You’d love to sit there with Jack, wrapped in his arms as you stare out over the miles and miles of peaceful snowy hilltops…

Sandy interrupts your daydream by holding up a finger in front of your face as North turns the doorknob, Tooth and Bunny following his large figure into the room. Sand forms an image of a still clock above his head.

You nod in understanding.

You’ll wait there for the word.

Sandy goes in after the others, a soft click following him as the door shuts.

About a minute passes. Then five. Then ten.

You’ve grown very accustomed to the architecture of this hallway.

Your heart skips a beat as you hear the door creak back open.

North comes back out first, closely followed by Bunny, then Sandy, and then by Tooth.

“Well?” you ask them, your heart racing as you play nervously with your hands.

“It’s all right,” Tooth says as the four of them smile. She flies forward to you, placing a small hand on the back of your shoulder. “Whatever it was that Orl gave you to give him, it should keep him doing just fine for a day or so. He was just sleeping off a few final effects. He’s still a bit weak though.  I can’t promise more than a day. Then…then…” she trails off, her eyes growing sad once again.

“That’s all I want,” you tell her reassuringly, grasping her other hand in your own. “Thank you. All of you,” you add on, beaming at all four of them.

They all smile back at you.

Bunny coughs. “Well, ah, I’d best be off then, mate. Easter’s only a few days away, and there’s still a lot of my googies to be paint’d and such, and I’m not really needed here.” He walks up to you, holding out his paw for a final farewell.

“I’ll miss you, Bunny,” you tell him. Not helping yourself, you run into him and give him a great big hug. After a moment’s hesitation, he returns it, slightly chuckling. You think you hear him mumble that he’ll miss you too.

After the embrace is broken, he steps back away from everyone, raising his large rabbit foot. He salutes you. “Happy Easter, bugger!”

And with a couple of stomps, he’s gone.

Sandy approaches you next. He doesn’t waver at all, whisking you into quite the bear hug for someone with such short arms. When he floats back, his expression is one of exaggerated crying, a little sand-made raincloud complete with droplets of rain appearing over his head. His little transportation cloud forms beneath him as he prepares to leave.

“There’s a lot of dreams to be delivered, the children will miss you if you don’t get back out there,” you encourage him, though you’re equally sad at his departure. “I’ll always thank you for a good dream. See you then?”

He smiles and nods, the raincloud turning into a happy sun as he floats off to his dreamy duties.

“Are you going too, Tooth?” you ask her.

She shakes her head. “As much as I have to do and need to get done, my fairies are excellent at relaying information and working efficiently. I can work from here, though not for too long.” The little mini-Tooth’s at her shoulder smile and nod in agreement. “I’m still needed here,” she adds with a sad smile.

Not quite understanding that last tidbit, you smile nevertheless. Even if you don’t quite comprehend, you’re still happy she’s here. She’s like a mother or sister figure for you, and you really appreciate the extra company. Especially for what is to come…

Your eyes trail to the slightly-open door.

Just beyond that door is the one person in the world that you truly want to see and be with. The person you have so many precious memories with, each one near and dear to your heart. The one you love more than anything—anyone—in the world.

Jack Frost.

Your hand reaches out for the doorknob as you look back to North and Tooth for a final go-ahead. Tooth puts a hand on North’s shoulder as they both shoo you inside.

Your heart threatening to beat out of your chest, you push open the door and walk inside.

And exhale.

You close the door behind you as you take in your surroundings. The room looks a lot like your usual room, right down to the large window on the farthest wall. The ice is thicker on the walls here, though. But you’re not sure if that’s the design or just the effect that he has on the room.

You notice that the bed is empty. The sheets are askew, though, as if someone just got out of bed.

Leaning just at its head is a familiar long, hooked stick.

You had wondered what had happened to it after you made your entrance to the Pole. You remember having dropped it in your moments of imbalance, the events afterwards never permitting you to recover it and pushing it to the back of your mind.

“Good to see ya, old friend,” a memory plays back in your mind, making you smile as you mentally greet the staff.

But where’s its owner?

You pace around the room, searching in every nook and cranny, even looking under the bed. All without success. When you reach the window, your awe and love for winter scenery takes over, and you find yourself looking out over the arctic land for a few brief moments. You turn back around to the task at hand.

From almost out of nowhere, a small, direct, extremely chilly winter wind blows right onto your nose, making even you flinch a little as the cold spreads from the tip of your nose down into your cheeks.

A wide smile spreads across your face.

An upside-down face with pale skin, bright blue eyes filled with lively mischievousness, snow-white hair still bound by gravity, and lips forming an “o” hovers just a few inches from your own.

Jack Frost is nipping at your nose.
Finally!
Jack. You can nip at my nose any time. Just sayin'. x3
But it's bittersweet. It's your last day together.
OR IS IT?!??!?

Chapter 1: [link]
Chapter 45: [link]
Chapter 47: [link]

So school is back in session for me. That means that chapters may be a bit slower in coming out. Maybe not slower since I'm going to want to finish this before school really gets into full swing (yes, it's going to end :(), but definitely going to be popping out later in the day. Thank you to all of you, for being there, being my inspiration (other than Jack but that's a given x3) to write, and just...yeah. Happy tears. :')
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A cough startles you.

Someone clearing their throat.

It came from Jack.

You remove your head from his shoulder and look up at him questioningly.

His cheeks are flushed a bright red color, contrasting the pale whiteness of his skin. He’s still staring out over the city.

You sit up properly, his arm falling from you.

“Jack?” you ask, concerned. “Is everything okay?”

He nods, his snowy hair shining slightly in the light, the silver in it emphasized as moonbeams weave in and out of the strands, dancing amongst them.

“I, uh,” he chokes out. He’s obviously nervous about something.

“I…have something to tell you,” he finally manages to say.

You raise your eyebrow. “Yes?” you say, curious. Is there something else about Jack Frost and his extraordinary abilities that you don’t yet know? Maybe it’s a deep, dark secret. Does he really know about your secret conversation with the moon and just didn’t say anything earlier? Your mind races with a million questions.

But you don’t voice them.

You patiently wait for him to speak.

He gulps.

“When…when Pitch, uh, captured you…”

You laugh to yourself, not audibly. You have to admit, he’s pretty darn cute when he’s nervous or embarrassed about something. You give him a warm smile.

“Augh, why is this so hard?!?” he exclaims as he stands, throwing his hands into his hoodie pocket.

He paces a little way away from you, kicking at the roof tiles. “Why can’t I just spit it out? C’mon, Jack!”

He turns back around and stands just in front of his staff. He touches it with his toes, rolling it back and forth slightly as he toys with it.

Looking down at the frost on the staff caused by his touch, he manages to continue, the red of his ears matching his blush. “When Pitch captured you, I panicked. Well, that’s a given. But it was a panic I’d never felt before. More extreme. I searched everywhere for you, for days on end, nonstop. Every crack, every crevice, light and dark, around where I thought you had fallen. I…I started to think the worse, and that possible truth scared me like no tomorrow. I kept searching.” He looks up at you, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours. “There was no way I was going to lose you.”

You smile softly. “It’s only natural that you’d feel that way. I mean, I am the only person who can see and hear you, after all.”

He shakes his head vigorously, taking his foot off his staff. “And then when I found you, I felt complete again. I mean, when I’d lost you, I felt like I’d lost a massive piece of myself.”

He scratches the back of his head, averting his gaze once again. “E-each time we got separated, whether it was my fault or Pitch’s or whatever, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Not just worry, either. And then Christmas, and then all this time we’ve been spending together…”

He uses his foot to flip the staff up to his hand, his other still in his hoodie pocket. He takes a place a bit in front of you, staring into the night sky. He shakes his staff slightly, as if brainstorming.

“The point is,” he says, removing his free hand from his pocket and waving it about a little with each word, talking with it. He takes a deep breath. “I don’t…think…I could…live without you, y’know? Oh, why’s this gotta be so difficult?”

He runs his fingers through his hair and sighs, turning to face you as his arm drops back down to his side. The moon is at his back, making him look like he’s glowing with a magical and mystical silver light, the frost on his hoodie glistening.

(Your name), I think—No, I know—I…”

Your heart begins to race, your eyes widening in shock.

You slowly and steadily stand, unable to remain seated any longer.

Is he about to say…?

He takes a couple of steps towards you.

“I think I figured out why I’m here,” he reveals, clenching and unclenching his hand nervously as he stares deep into your eyes. His knuckles are white (if they could get any whiter) from the firm grip he has on his staff. “It took a while, but I figured it out.”

You don’t think your heart could beat any faster.

He turns his face up towards the stars in a brief and silent prayer. With an exhale, he looks back down at you. “I’m here...You are the reason why I exist. I…I exist for the sake of meeting and being with you. (Your name)…”

You hold your breath as he takes another, his face taking on an even deeper shade of red.

“...I love you.”
FANGIRLING.
FANGIRLING VERY BADLY. AND I'M THE ONE WHO WROTE THIS CHAPTER.
Aaaaahhhh! Anyway. Had a lot of fun with this one. x3
Ok, ok. You GOTTA read this chapter listening to "Jamie Believes." Alexandre Desplat (the composer) is such a pure genius. Here's a link: [link]
FANGIRLING.
Chapter 1: [link]
Chapter 36: [link]
Chapter 38: [link]
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Hetalia
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Collection by
Feliks Lukasiewicz and Elizaveta Hedervary at Naka-kon 2014.
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after a long time without uploading here my new cosplay of Norway :dummy: :la:

Foto by : :iconsiary:


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For :iconthe-european-hetalia::iconThe-European-Hetalia's: Traditional art Contest
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Denmark @Roxey_Mu
Norway @:iconkazehato:
Sweden @:iconramenakira:
Finland @:iconhikari-ovo:
Iceland @:iconayuan-r:
Photo THX :iconkulagg:
Editor THX :iconrinngu:

There is a church behind us.
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First shot of my Denmark from ConTopia 2013. Good day with many new great people <3
Why? NORDIC POWER!... and awesome hair =D
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Charakter: Denmark from Hetalia
Cosplay made and worn by: myself
Photo: :iconshyaoyan:
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CN:莱特
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I woke up and found myself, back in the bedroom, where I was getting dressed for the wedding.

“What happened,” I asked, wearily.

“Oliver, that’s what happened!!!” I heard someone yell, as the door opened, letting Al in with Aisha, James and Raven following.

“Are you okay,” Aisha asked with concern, holding me close.

“What the hell were you thinking, giving her that cupcake,” Raven scolded.

“At least the pain is gone,” I said.

“Yeah but you might want to take a good look at yourself, eh,” James said, as he handed me a mirror.

I immediately gasped in shock, as soon as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Instead of my once beautiful, (E/c) there are swirls of (F/c 1) and (F/c2) reflecting back at me.

“I’ve…..i’ve gone mad,” I said, looking shocked and horrified at my new eyes.

“Hate to say it but yeah you’ve gone mad or cuckoo,” Al said.

“Oh poo,” I pouted.

“Anyway,” Raven said, brushing off the subject.

“Oliver is looking for you right now,”

“He is,” I squeaked, looking surprised.

“You might need to go find him,” Aisha said.

“You and him are perfect for each other,”

“Your right I do and I might tell him I love him for real,” I said with excitement.

“Then go before its too late,” Raven shouted.

I nodded frantically while sniffling.

“Yes, thank you,” I said as I ran out of the room to tell Oliver I loved him and I accept as my husband, unaware that a certain Italian is seen standing outside of the room, with a dark, lustful smirk planted on his face.
Here is part 10 of my bride of a madman series. Sorry for the long wait again. Anyway, here reader's eyes have gone swirly like Oliver's but with different colors and she might be a bit mad. Anywhoooo, hope you guys enjoy and don't worry in the next part Oliver has a special surprise for you.
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"Yo ______! Where are you?!" your friend Alfred yelled as he scanned the forest in search of you.

Currently he was trying to get you to go to one of his outrageous parties, which you had no intention of going to, but he always pestered you and you detested that so you hid in the closest forest when you saw him coming.

"I guess she went inside" Alfred mumbled exiting the forest, you sighed in relief as he left and you got up to exit as well.

You tried but you slipped on your execution of the task and felt yourself tumbling farther into the bush.

What you had failed to see in the bush was the giant rabbit hole, and you were falling right into it!

You felt yourself plummet into the blackness of it, but as soon as you fell you instantly knocked out.




You slowly regained consciousness and you realized you were in a bed, when only a moment ago you had been in a forest.

"This is very odd" you murmured as you looked about the room taking in the luxurious furniture and the odd doors surrounding the room.

Each of them had a number scrawled  in intricate writing and you counted 12 in all.

You stood up in the bed and walked over and eyed the doors, raising your hand you opened door number...
WHICH DOOR HMMMMMM??? I felt like doing random hetalia characters :iconsuperderpplz:
1(Pirate!England):fav.me/d66klav
2(Cowboy!America):fav.me/d61qkqv
3(Policeman!Canada):fav.me/d611rm2
4(Prince!France):fav.me/d6ib9kj
5(Emperor!China):fav.me/d608cd9
6(Artist!Italy):fav.me/d69aw6n
7(Mafia!Romano):fav.me/d622zg4
8(Matador!Spain):fav.me/d65r24m
9(Rockstar!Prussia and GERMANY):fav.me/d643az0
10(Viking!Norway):DOOR NUMBER 10
11(Bartender!Scotland):fav.me/d64pbv7
12(Samurai!Japan):fav.me/d67ws8d
13(MYSTERIOUS DOOR OF MYSTERY):
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Today I awoke to bright sunshine that blinded me as soon as I opened my eyes.  Today was nothing too special except there would be a meteor shower today, how exciting. However, it was too early in the morning to be excited about anything. Luckily for me it was Saturday so I sleep in until whenever.  Well… at least a time when I can get dressed and see the meteor shower on time. But it was at night anyway. I glanced over at my phone that was resting next to me on my (f/c) nightstand. It was 11:15…. Wow, I’m really proud of myself today. No… seriously. I would usually sleep until 1 P.M (when there wasn’t school that is) but the sun was still fairly bright.
Anyhow I got out of bed and walked through my apartment.  It started out bland and boring but after adding a few touches of my own it was practically home. However, I decided to keep my walls white. I had brushed my teeth, took a shower you know, morning stuff.  Then I went back to my room and turned on my computer.  Why? Oh, you probably thought it was to write a report of some sort right? Wrong! I sat in front of my computer to watch anime. I had a strong love for anime, but my favorite was one called Hetalia. That show was the best! I mean, who doesn’t love attractive guys and comedy? The best part about it is they were all real. Well technically speaking they were. Sure the human part wasn’t real but the actual countries were.
I also loved the pairings and read fan fictions on a daily basis, the reader inserts were usually what I read. It was like they were talking to you. However, they usually used the same plot. Either it would be: 1.Childhood friends and instant bond
2.  The reader likes him and tells him turns out he liked her the whole time or
3. The guy likes the reader and she suddenly loves him
If it were me I’d just freaking tackle the guy. If the Hetalia guys were real I would squeal so hard it’d make the whole world deaf, literally. I mean if they were all in one room that is. Or at least half the world since they don’t have all the countries. I sighed, as I went to watch an episode. A good thing about the episodes was that they were five minutes long, but it was a bad thing at the same time. It was good since I could just watch one before classes. But, it was bad because I wanted more. I wanted to see more relationships between the countries. For example, I would like an episode when certain countries would meet countries they haven’t been shown talking to. Like Ukraine and Canada, I think they’d be a good couple.
And speaking of Canada how come people never notice Canada but they only notice him when they think he’s America?! I mean honestly! Canada’s curl was way bigger than America’s. This rant could go on forever but I’d rather not bore you.
Later…
I walked towards an empty field with a blanket in hand.  It was rather cold outside tonight but I was wearing a (f/c) hoodie with jeans to keep me nice and warm.  I sat down on the (2nd f/c) blanket.  I waited patiently for the meteor shower to start. “What should I wish for?” I asked myself out loud.  I thought, I had always wanted a certain character of Hetalia to be real (and I mean in human form). I always just wanted to hug this character he was just too perfect! God, I really need a life… or at least a boyfriend. Maybe I should wish for one of those instead. It won’t matter, my wishes never come true. It’s not like you can expect your whole life to be perfect just because you made a wish on a star.
Soon the shower started and I spotted a star. I folded my hands together and said “I wish _______ was real.”

Ah, I wrote this so long ago... So basically your character is a college student who is obsessed with hetalia! I'm working on the endings now! It might take awhile... But I'm writing the next part where the character picks who she wishes for. Sil-chan is writing the third part which will be lemons.. S-So watch us to keep up with the story and it's updates! We might even add 2ps! to the list or any other requests. Thank you~! We also do not own the pictures!

We do not own hetalia

EDIT 1: Wow! Thank you all for the views! Since we have so many requests in the comments, I ask you all to submit your requests (For this fanfic ONLY) to this journal in the comments:  silverliliacs.deviantart.com/j…

Italy:

Romano:

Germany:

Japan:

America: silverliliacs.deviantart.com/a…

England: silverliliacs.deviantart.com/a…

France:

China:

Russia: silverliliacs.deviantart.com/a…

Canada: silverliliacs.deviantart.com/a…

Spain: silverliliacs.deviantart.com/a…

Prussia: silverliliacs.deviantart.com/a…

Finland:

Sweden:

Denmark:

Iceland:

Norway:

Poland:

Estonia:

Latvia:

Lithuania:

Romania:

Switzerland:

Greece:

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“Alright, you don’t have a very busy day but Mr. France is requesting snowboarding lessons so I want you to teach him for an hour.” My boss said. “Just make sure he doesn’t fall or die. He’s a country.” I nodded.

“I don’t let any of my students fall, kid or country.” I smiled and threw on my light red ski team coat. I had my black snowpants on and red boots. I walked out the door and grabbed my snowboard. The hill was being rented out by the countries who were on meetings for the holidays but they wanted to have a little fun.

“Bonjour, mon amour~” I heard someone say. I turned to see a blonde male with blue eyes. He held out a rose for me.

“Bonjour, Monsieur France. Comment ça va?” I asked.

“Trés bien, merci. Et toi?”

“Assez bien, merci.” I held the rose in my fingers. “I’m going to go inside to put this in a vase, I wouldn’t want it crushed.” I said. When I came back out France was trying to put on his snowboarding boots but was failing. “Here, let me help.” I said. I leaned down and tied his boots. I clipped on to his board and fastened one foot into his French flagged board. I strapped one foot into mine and we scooted over to the lift as I held him up so he wouldn’t fall.

“Merci! I never caught your name.” He said as we got on the lift.

“I’m (y/n), your instructor. And you are Mr. France.” He held up a hand with a smile.

“Please, call me Francis.” I smiled.

“Alright, Francis. Now, when we get to the top I want you to put this foot,” I pointed to the one attached to the board, “first. I’ll hold your hips so you don’t fall, since I’m goofy footed.” I said. He nodded and we talked until the top came. I signaled for the liftmaster, as I called him, to slow down and he did. I helped Francis off the lift. “Good job! That’s one of the hardest things to learn!” I applauded and he smiled.

“What does goofy footed mean, mon cheri?” He asked.

“See, your right foot is your strong foot so that is why you have your right attached to the board as of right now. I, on the other hand, have my left foot hooked in, since my left foot is strongest first. Though, I am (right handed/left handed/ambidextrous).” I smiled and so did he. I demonstrated how to put the other foot into the board and he did the same. “Good. Okay, take it slow at first. To slow down lean against the mountain while turning.” I said. He did as he was told but fell. I was right behind him.

“This is impossible!” I giggled.

“That’s what I said on my first try. But every expert was once a beginner. I know a lot of good kids who’ve cried after a year of snowboarding because it was difficult but now they are shredding the half pipes.” I smiled and he wiped his nose.

“I guess I could try again… with your help.” He said trying to stand up. I helped him and boarded so he wasn’t facing the bottom of the mountain but me.

“Put your hands here.” I said moving his hands to my hips.

“Ohonhonhon~ I didn’t know snowboarding had these perks~” He laughed and I blushed.

“Ahem… well…” I put my hands on his hips and scooted so that we moved slowly at an angle. “Its to help you balance-”

“YOU BLOODY FROG! GET AWAY FROM HER!” We heard. I jerked my head causing France to stumble and me fall on top of him. A blonde man with green eyes was holding a leash as it seemed that was connected to another blonde male who had blue eyes and a cowlick. “Are you alright poppet?” He said helping me up.

“I’m fine but please don’t distract me while I’m teaching.” I said politely.

“I was trying to protect you.” He said angrily.

“There is nothing dangerous around here for you to protect me.” I said back. “Now, if you'll excuse me I need to help Mr. Francis snowboard and it seems your… child? is getting impatient.” I said as I watched the blonde, blue eyed man tried to take off the restraints the Brit had him in.

“I’m sorry, love. I’m Arthur or England if you prefer. This git, is America though he is called Alfred.” I nodded and smiled. America freed himself and skied down the mountain at a frightening pace. “HEY GET BACK HERE YOU BLOODY WANKER!” England said chasing him.

“FREEDOM!!! CATCH ME IF YOU CAN IGGY!!!” He laughed. I turned my attention back to France.

“Here.” I helped him up and we got to the bottom of the mountain. We boarded the lift which two other males accompanied us.

“Herro, I am Japan, Kiku.” The black haired one said. I smiled.

“I am China, aru. But you may call me Yao.” The male with his brown hair in a ponytail said. We got off and I let France try to get off on his own. He fell but didn’t complain this time. I let him go down the mountain at his own pace and he did surprisingly well. At the end of the hour he was snowboarding very well.

“Alright, well, I’m off for the rest of the day so I’ll see you later.” I said going into the lodge. I bumped into a man who looked like France and a strawberry blonde next to him. “Oh, sorry.” I said. The strawberry blonde looked at me and smiled.

“No problem poppet!” He cheered happily. He had baby blue eyes with hints of pink. His comrade had dark blue eyes. The cheery Brit shook my hand. “I’m Oliver and this is Francois. See you later! I hear Matthieu calling for us.” He said rushing off to a blonde in a red coat and his hair was in a ponytail, his eyes were hid behind blackened shades.

“Hello, dollface.” I turned to see a brunette with red eyes. I smiled.

“Hello, I’m (y/n).” I replied.

“Al get your ass over here!”

“I’ll see you later, doll face.~” He cooed before walking over to the others. I shrugged and walked off.

“(Y/N)!” My boss yelled. I went back to him.

“Yes?”

“You have a group to teach.” He said calmly.

“How many?” I asked.

“Five, they’re waiting outside. It Mr. Germany, Mr. Prussia, Mr. North and Mr. South Italy, and Mr. Spain.” He shooed me outside. I was hugged by one of the brunette ones and then by the albino one.

“I’m Feliciano! Or Italy! This is mia fratello, Romano but you can call him Lovino. This is Germany but I call him Ludwig! And this is Antonio, Spain. This is-”

“I AM ZHE AWESOME PRUSSIA!” The albino declared. “But for a pretty frau you can call me Gilbert und zhis is zhe awesome Gilbird.” He said presenting a small yellow bird. I smiled.

“Its nice to meet all of you. Who has done this before?” Ludwig, Spain, and Italy raised their hands. “Alright, Gilbert and Lovino, you’re on the lift with me.” I explained the basics and helped them. At one point Romano fell onto Antonio which caused me to fall onto Prussia and Germany fell onto Feliciano.

“Well, hello~ frau.”

“W-would you like some help, eh?” I looked up to see a blonde with purple eyes, next to him was two males, one had deep blue eyes, blonde hair and a floating curl. The other had white hair and purple eyes.

“Oh… sure…” The blonde helped me up while the other two help everyone else. “Thank you.”

“Its no problem… I’m Canada, Matthew.” He said. “That’s Norway and Iceland or Lukas and Emil.” He explained.

“Well, I hope to see you later.” I said.

“LUKAS, WHO IS THAT?! YOUR GIRLFRIEND?” A loud blonde with spikey hair and blue eyes yelled snowboarding over to us. A tall blonde with dark blue eyes with glasses accompanied him with a light blonde hair and brown eyes.

“No.” Norway replied.

“I’m Finland, Tino and this is Sweden or Berwald.” The brown eyed one said hugging me.

“I’m Denmark…” The spiky haired one said bringing my face close to his. “Or Matthias.” He laughed and snowboarded away.

“Alright, guys lets get going.” I said and we all went down the mountain. After some help and many swears from Romano the lessons were over. When I walked back into the lodge I saw…
JUST SO I DON'T HAVE TO WRITE THIS A MILLION TIMES; I DON'T OWN YOU, HETALIA OR ANY OF THE PICTURES

EDIT: I BETTER HEAR NO ONE COMPLAINING IF I HAVEN'T DONE YOUR FAV CHARACTER WHEN I SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU GUYS THAT I NEED HELP WITH CERTAIN CHARACTERS LIKE PORTUGAL. IF NO ONE IS WILLING TO HELP I WILL REMOVE THAT CHARACTER FROM THE LIST UNTIL SOMEONE IS WILLING TO TELL ME WHAT THE CHARACTER ACTS, TALKS AND LOOKS LIKE.

America: anger-problems.deviantart.com/…
Cyprus: just wait a bit k?
Egypt: I'm working on it
India: Wait please
Liechtenstein: not done yet~
Monaco: HELP, NO PLOT!!!!!
Netherlands: HAVING TROUBLES SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM THE NOTHINGNESS OF THE PLOT I HAVE
New Zealand: Nope, still in progress
Norway: anger-problems.deviantart.com/…
Portugal: HELP ME WITH THIS ONE
Seychelles: DYING PAINFULLY UNLESS I GET HELP WITH PLOT
Switzerland: not done be patient
Taiwan: not ready~
Thailand: sorry but no
Turkey: Wait a minute, k?
Vietnam: in progress

2P China: NOT REALLY SURE WHAT TO DO WITH THIS ONE AT ALL
2P France: just hold your horses
2P Germany: STRUGGLING GONNA NEED A LITTLE HELP WITH IDEAS 
2P Italy: Not ready
2P Prussia: n-not yet...

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"Meow."

You turned to your cat, Kuro. He had been following you non-stop ever since you brought him home with you. You stared. He stared back. "(name). What are you doing?" Luzifer walking into the room, Beer and Coffee in hand.

"Kuro won't leave me alone." You said, taking the Coffee from his hand and take a sip. "Maybe he just likes you. It's a natural thing for cats."

"I found my underwear in his basket. He stole my clothes and I had to chase him around the house just to get it back. He constantly pestered me to pay attention to him. He purposely broke his own toy just so He could follow me to the market. You call that NORMAL?" You asked,glaring at your cat.

"...He just likes you." Luzifer chuckled, petting the cat. "Stalker-cat wise." You growled, going back to your Reader-insert. "Meow." Kuro placed a paw on your leg, Giving you that kitty look which always worked on everyone. Well, Not today...

"Kuro, Stop that. You're creeping me out."

Kuro hissed at you and jumped on the table, closing the computer. "...What." You said, glaring at the cat. "Meow." He sat on the computer. "Move." You said, poking Kuro's body. "Meow." He purred, falling asleep.

"I. GIVE. UP." You shouted, throwing your hands up in the air and face palming yourself in the process. "It's not that bad." Luzifer said, kissing your forehead. "Having a Possessive cat?" You asked. "He's not..." Kuro was hissing at Luzifer, telling him to 'get your grubby hands off my owner'.

"...I'll just go get us some food." Luzifer said, standing up and going into the kitchen. You looked back at the cat, who was still hissing at Luzifer until he left. "...I hate you so much."You mumbled. Just then, Aila came into the room, a lollipop in her mouth. "Ah. Dara, can you come here for a sec?" You asked.

"Hm? ...Sure." Aila walked over and sat down in a chair next to you. "So. What does the awesome name need from a newbie like me?" Aila asked, grinning. "Haha. Very funny. I just want you to talk to Kuro and tell me why he's so possessive of me." You said, pointing to the cat.

"Aaaand, Why do I get in return?" Aila asked. You just gave her a hard glare. "I'm just kidding bro, Chill." She giggled, puching you lightly in the shoulder. She then turn to the cat and started asking it a few questions.

"Why are you so possessive?"

"Meow."

"He says It's because I love you. Why do you love her?"

"Meow."

"It's because She's the first girl to actually win my heart. So...Are you REALLY A cat?"

"Why are you asking him that?" You asked, giving her a weird look. "Because. Cats aren't normally THIS possessive of their humans. Only their toys." Aila Replied, poking the Cat's nose.

"...Pfft!" Suddenly Aila looked away, hand over her mouth. "What?" You asked, tapping her shoulder. "K-Kuro...ppfft! Kuro...Is acutally...Japan! BWAHAHA!" Aila fell over, laughing her heart out. "Wait, What?! The cat's Kuro?!" You asked. Aila was too busy laughing to actually listen to you.

You looked back at the cat who was glaring at Aila. "Y-You're Kuro? THE Kuro Honda?" You asked. Kuro nodded.

"How did you..." Kuro licked your lips before you could finish.

Suddenly a flash of light emmited from the Cat, engulfing the entire room in white.

After a few moments, the light died down and you could see again. There, standing before you, was Kuro. "Konichiwa, (name)." Kuro grinned.

He then kicked Aila. "Oi, get up and leave already." He growled. Aila stuck her toungue out at Kuro. "Fine." She said, standing up and leaving.

"Now then...What were you saying about me being a 'Stalker'...?" He asked, moving towards you. You backed away until your back hit the wall.

"Eheh...he...?" You nervously laughed. Kuro let out a loud laugh before placing both arms on each side of your head, trapping you. "Now, how shall I punish you?" He asked, leaning in and licking your ear.

Let's just say... You swore to never pick up cats randomly.
Based off a true story. I have this cat that looks alot like Japan AND 2p!Japan(minus the Red eyes: He has yellow) and He won't leave me alone...

Me: ...Leave me alone.
Cat: Meow. (No.)
Me: WHY NOT QAQ
Cat: Meow. (Cause.)
Me: CAUSE WHAT. QAQ
Cat: Mew. (You're my owner and I love you.)
Me: I LOVE YOU TOO BUT YOU'RE CREEPING ME OUT.
Cat: Meow~! (Deal with it, Dear~!)
Me: MOOOM! *runs*


CAT SERIOUSLY, LEAVE ME ALONE. QAQ

2p!Japan, 2p!Germany(c):iconhimaruyaplz:
You(c) I dunno~?

EDIT: JFC YOU GUYS THIS IS LIKE MY MOST FAVOURITED DEVITATION STAHP
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      His eyes trailed up, tracing the curvature of your legs. Silky stockings reaching under your skirt, hiding their lace edges. Your skirt was riding delicately up your thigh, leaving Roy to openly drool.

   You were oblivious to his hungry eyes, chatting away on the phone. Your provocative seat on the edge of your work desk was unintentional, a simple action to alleviate your sore high-heeled feet. Your dark lips formed unintelligible words, laughing occasionally on something said on the other end.

   Roy was, for once, desperately trying to work. A thick manilla folder of documents still needed to be checked over, and crumpled handfuls of forms swamped his in-box. He couldn't even raise his ink pen, frozen with his hand perched half-way to the paper.

   Your eyes flickered over to him, puzzled at his gaping features. You glanced down, then giving a soft giggle. You modestly adjusted your skirt to its normal length.

   "Like what you see, sir?" You joked playfully, covering the mouth piece of the phone with your hand.

   His milky white skin turned ruddy, clumsily dropping the pen. It clattered against the ink well, toppling the ivory piece over. Ink splattered over an employee review form, staining his navy jacket with speckles of black.

   Maybe having mini-skirts was a horrible idea. Seeing you in a normal one was sending him helter skelter, heaven knew what even less fabric would do to the colonel. You finished the conversation with a lengthy goodbye, finally hanging the phone up on it's oak receiver.

    "Sorry for the mess, sir." You winced a little, watching the ravenette smear ink on his pristine gloves.

   "Not your fault, Ms. (l/n). My hands weren't as good as I've bragged." He winked in return, trying weakly to return your flirtation.

   His secretary was in no way a bad employee. She easily made friends with his comrades, turned her work in on time, and was well versed in alchemy and it's practices. You couldn't ask for more. But Roy did.

   He was itching to make you his girl, at all costs. It should have been pretty easy. Flirt, wait for the swoon and just catch you. The Flame Alchemists bloated ego was slowly draining, as it usually did when it took too long. You'd been working at Central for two months now. It was official 'too long'.

   "Colonel, I'm going to run these notices down to Lieutenant Hawkeye and head home. Do you need anything before I go?"

   "I've told you, call me Roy." He regained his composure, his dark eyes gaining a mischievous light. "You know, you look good in lace, but I think of something better on you."

   "What?"

   "Me."

   It was your turn to falter. It was hard working here some days. To look up and see those dark eyes meet yours. He would smile at you, look back down and continue to write. Meanwhile, you were left to melt in your chair. It just wasn't fair. Not only was your Boss muscular and roguishly handsome, he was sweet and protective. Not to mention fairly funny, when he wanted to be. When he flirts, you appreciated the hell out of it, but was there anything more to the Alchemist than just a one night stand?

   "Colonel, please." You gathered your bag off the chair back. "I've said it before, I don't like sleazy come-ons."

   Roy huffed. He wasn't sleazy. He was suave. He offered a charming grin, folding his hands under his chin as he leaned on his desk. They both knew they were into each other. Most of the staff did, too. It was only a matter of time, romance, and courage.

   "What's it gonna take for you to come home with me, instead?"

   "Mm, dinner at the little restaurant on Main street?" You shrugged, putting on your coat. "Friday. Pick me up in your car, bring flowers, look nice. You're paying. I recommend up to two compliments per hour, no less than one. Tell cute stories, don't complain about Fullmetal, and I will allow one kiss at the end of the night."

   He paused, mulling over the conditions.

   "With tongue?"

   "We'll see."

   "And then we can...."

   "That will be after date three. A girl has to have standards." You walked back over, planting a kiss on the militants red cheek. "See you Friday, Roy~"





I'm finally back from my ban. A little FMA love for y'all
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Part 2 Lemon

~Recap~

~~   Something soft pressed gently against your lips, as though it was something fragile. It lingered for a moment longer, then was slowly removed. You didn't even have time to process what just happened before that softness reclaimed your lips again, staying alittle longer than the last. ~~

Marco slid his hand from your cheek to the back of your head as you pushed instinctively on his chest.
'H-He's kissing me?!'
You felt his lips slowly getting rougher on yours and, soon enough, you tried to mimic his lip movements. It felt strange in a really good way. The way his lips molded themselves onto yours. The way his tongue barely brushes against your lips. It was exciting. And you wanted more.
 You slowly stood up , getting use to the feeling of his lips on yours. You slid your hand tauntingly up from his chest, over his shoulder and hooked your arm around his neck. Your other hand supported your weight near his leg.
 He draped his arm over your waist and leaned back alittle. Thinking he was ending the sweet kiss, you leaned foreward with alittle more force. You didn't want this feeling to end.
  You could feel him smirking against you as he leaned back again, this time aburptly, dragging your body with him until you were on top. You gasped, quickly putting your elbows on either side of his head to prevent yourself from falling. Both of you were panting for a while, just staring at each other.
What was this feeling? Your entire body was burning with want. You wanted to be kissed again. You wanted him to hold you tighter. You wanted more. The look he was giving you wasn't helping you either. Was he feeling the same way?
   You felt the urge to tackle his lips again, but was flipped onto your back before you had the chance with the thin blanket covering you both from the world.
 Marco captured your swollen lips once more and his tongue licked your bottom lip. Again it was a soft touch and it was driving you crazy. You were not use to be given treatment.
You refused his request and tugged at his hair, pressing your body closer to his. He parted his lips with a gasp, not expecting your blunt action. Taking the opportunity you slid your tongue into his mouth. His wet muscle attacked you, both of you in a heated battle.
 His free hand traveled from your back to your stomach, up your breast, down your arm and thigh in a slow, rough, sexy way. His nails brushed against your exposed skin, leaving goosebumps wherever he touched. Then, he pinned your wrists above your head with one hand before returning to his torture.
   You moaned alittle as he squeezed your clothed chest, arching your back upward. You tried not to give him satisfaction, but damn he was good at it. You had lost your battle up north as his tongue invaded its new territory.
 Finally, he pulled away and gave you small kisses from your jaw to your collarbone. His lips felt like velvet against your skin as he gently sucked on it, trying to find that sweet spot. His fingers worked on your buttoned shirt, tracing your curves as he went down.
 "M-Marco," you moaned as he sucked on his target.  "You'll -leave a mark!"
Of course he ignored you and sucked harder, making you mewl under him. He nipped, licked, and kissed that one spot despite your protest.
  He pulled back after what felt like eternity to inspect what he's done so far. And he aproved of his work.
 The heated blush on your face when you stared at him. Your slightly open mouth as you panted. The purple marks on you slender neck. Your open shirt, revealing your lacy lavander bra. It took alot for him not to make you his there and then. He wanted to take it slow and make you beg.
 "D-Don't stare," you stammered, turning your head to a side with embarrassment.
 Marco chuckled. "You just love complaining." He leaned close to your ear. "Begging suits you better."
You were blushing madly as he traveled south, pulling your bra straps down with his teeth. You tried to free your wrists from his grip, but you were weak compared to the commander of the first division.
"Let me go."
 He hummed alittle and continued to kiss your covered mounds.
You cursed under your breath. You knew exactly what he wanted and he wouldn't give up until you complied.
"Please," you asked, "let me go Marco."
He smirked at you, lifting his head from your chest to look at you. "What was that ______? I didn't hear you. Alittle louder."
 "Damn it Marco please just let go of my arms!"
With a wider smirk, he let go. "I'll be nice this time."
Marco went back to your chest and pulled on the bra strap between your mounds. The bra loosened as he grabbed it with his teeth and yanked it off.
"Hey," you yelped, covering your chest with one arm and reaching out to take your clothing. "When did you-give that back!"
However, he threw it over his shoulder and pulled your arm away. "Don't cover yourself. I like the view."
"S-Stop saying weird things!"
 "Is it wrong to say I like what I see?"
You were about to snap back at him, but instead you had to hold back a moan as he licked your perked bud. Your back arched up at the blissful sensation when he enveloped it with his lips, your fingers digging into the sheets below you.
He pulled your pants and undergarment down while you tried to keep your sanity.Switching to give your other nub attention, he slid his hand between your legs, gently stroking your inner thigh, slowly getting closer to your heat.
All the while you were stifling your moaning, not wanting to wake the enitre crew that were not far from the room. But you were finding it getting harder to do. God it felt so wrong, but so good!
Marco tugged his black pants off and threw them off the bed. His fingers found their way to your most sensitive spot, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure as he rubbed your bundle of nerves.
"Marco!"
He only smirked and continued, slowly putting one finger inside you. It felt so foreign as he moved it in and out in a slow pace, adding another finger a little while after.
  "A virgin huh," he asked, pushing alittle harder to see your reaction. As if he couldn't love your reaction any more.
 "Ah- I am is thah-at -oh god-"
You couldn't even finish your sentence. The pleasure. It was so much.
You felt your stomach coiling up tightly.
 "Marco-ah! I'm-I'm-"
 "Oh no you're not."
He pulled his fingers out, leaving you feeling empty inside. You were about to protest, but was silenced by his lips with a quick kiss.
"You're gonna ask."
The coiling began to unravel as he just stared at you with his golden brown eyes, disappointing you.
He on the other hand was enjoying himself.
"Ask," you repeated.
"I want you tell me what you want."
"But-"
He touched your nerves again with force, massaging it with his thumb. You grabbed his shoulders and lifted your knees higher, moaning at the sudden touch. You felt the coil tightening again, but he once again left your heat.
 You glared at him, but he only repeated his former sentence.
"I want you to tell me what you want."
He was just waiting to hear you say those words, though you could tell he was impatient himself. He was panting heavily as he stared at you with half closed eyes. His arms trembled as they kept his body up.
"I-I want- you-Marco."
 Saying his name made him go crazy inside. He wanted to go all out, giving you his all. But, the thought of this being your first time was the only thing holding him back. He didn't want your first time to be the worst.
 Slowly, he pressed against you and penatrated. Pain seized your lower body as you clenched, wanting to close your thighs. But his body was preventing you. Tears fell from your eyes as you tried to calm down.
"Damn _____," Marco moaned as he pushed foreward slower.
 He wiped your tears away and kissed you, wanting to distract you from the pain. You kissed back, moaning in pain and grabbing his hair and back. Your nails dug into his shoulder blade, making him hiss. That was going to leave a mark, but knowing him, he would not ashamed of showing it off.
 He went all the way, burying himself fully and tightly in you. Then he stopped. You both were breathing heavily, trying to feel comfortable. The feeling was so foreign as you adjusted to his size. You soon began to loosen up and pulled away from his lips.
"Better," he asked, his breathing heavy.
You managed to smirk up at him. "I should be-asking you that-commander."
Then, he slowly pulled out and back in, looking at you all the while. You gasped loudly at the new feeling mixed with the pain, though the pain felt less. He did it again. And again. And again.
It became a slow, rhythmic pace as both of you grunted and moaned. The pain faded like a melting ice cube, being replaced with blissful pleasure. Everything he did was intoxicating.
"Ah-M-Marco!"
"Nuh-__-______."
"Harder! Please! Go-fast-ah-!"
He picked up his pace, getting rougher and faster as you wrapped your legs around his waist, giving him a deeper push. He grabbed your thighs, pushing the back closer to your body.
At one moment he hit a spot that sent you to heaven.
"Th-there! Hit there again!"
"And here I thought- I was commander."
He complied however, finding and hitting  that g-spot over and over.
You both covered in sweat, your bodies hitting one another, your mixed moaning. All of this added more to the cloud 9 feeling you both felt.
You could feel the burning coil in your stomach again. You begged for it to go away, not wanting this bliss to end. But you knew by the way he clawed at the sheet near you head and his quick breathing that he was not far either.
He pushed harder into you, closing his eyes tightly and panting.
"Marco," you almost screamed as the knot got really tight. "Oh God Marco I'm-I'm- ah!"
You tightened around him as you orgasmed, your upper body rising in the air.
"_______," he growled in a deep voice, riding your orgasm until he released in you.
 He fell onto your weakened body as the climax finally subsided. Wrapping your naked body in his arms, he laid his head on your shoulder and tried to control his breathing.
  You were so tired. You closed your eyes and slowly drifted into a deep sleep.

 

Again. Happy birthday :iconnightraven010: this completes your present.
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YES ! I love this pairing too ! <3

no color because lazy, again x')

They don't want to eat the same things :iconhurrhurrplz:

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England had barely enough time to get his coat and shoes off, before he found himself being held up in France’s arms. He growled and squirmed, but France held him closer, refusing to give in and whispered in the Englishman’s ear. “Now zhen~ About relieving that stress~” England gulped, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. France chuckled and started carrying him upstairs, with surprisingly not much effort. England crossed his arms and tried to push away more.

“Get off me! I can walk, you know!” France smiled.

“I know tu can~ But isn’t zhis much more romantic~?” he winked as he approached the bedroom, England’s blush deepening slightly, causing him to turn his head away from the Frenchman and scoff.

“Idiot frog...”

France ignored England’s remark and opened the door, closing it behind him with his foot. He gently lay England down on the bed, smiling as England looked up at him. England blinked, crossing his arms “I don’t need any ‘stress’ being ‘removed’-I’m bloody fine!” he glared at the man above him, obviously annoyed at the circumstances he was now in. France’s smile turned into a grin as he knelt above England, gently cupping his cheek with one hand and stroking it lovingly.

England shook his head free of France’s hand and looked away. France blinked “What’s wrong mon petit chou~?” he smiled softly as the Englishman sighed.

“Little cabbage, really?”  France pinched his cheek playfully.

“It’s a term of endearment is France, mon cheri~”

England scoffed “Yeah, Yeah...”

France chuckled “Now, shall nous get on?” England turned his head back to face France, looking him up and down sceptically; then nodded curtly. France’s grin returned as he started lifting his own shirt off. England rolled his eyes as France threw the shirt to the side, and started taking off his own. After he had finished doing so, France leaned down and pressed his lips firmly against England’s, kissing him softly. England returned the kiss, kissing back a little harder and tilting his head to deepen it. France kissed harder, reaching down to start undoing England’s belt. He shook the trousers off, feeling England shiver as the cold air hit him.

France smiled softly into the kiss and ran his tongue over the other’s bottom lip. The Englishman parted his lips, allowing the Frenchman to start exploring his mouth.  England waited patiently for a while before pushing France’s tongue back and struggling to fight for dominance against his; France of course, accepted the challenge and fought back vigorously.

After a long tongue tussle, the pair broke away for air, a thin string of saliva connecting their mouths. Their eyes met as their soft pants ceased to a steady pace again. France gently moved a lock of hair from England’s face; accidentally brushing his finger against one of his famous, bushy eyebrows. England shivered, a small yelp escaping him “D-Don’t touch them, you bloody idiot!”

France blinked “Hmm...?” he ran his finger over it again, making England blush and squirm slightly. “S-Stop!! Isn’t one ‘no’ enough!?” France raised an eyebrow, but decided to leave them alone. They were quite peculiar...But, perhaps he would find out what they did another day....

France then quickly took his trousers off, England glancing at him as he sat up. France smiled as he gently placed a hand on his hip, caressing it with his thumb and starting to turn England onto his side.  England understood the motion and turned onto his back, huffing as France playfully started to tease the elastic on his boxers.

France chuckled, “Unicorns~? England’s cheeks turned crimson, causing him to bury his head in the covers.”Shuddup...!” he muttered, making France laugh softly.

“Aww~ I never said it was bad~ Actually it’s tres mignon~” England ‘tsk’d’ and sighed “Ugh, just get the damn underwear off already!” France rolled his eyes, but did as he was told.

“Stay where tu are~” France smiled and reached over to one of the bedside drawers, opening it and taking out a small tube of some sort. England looked back to see what he was doing; but was turned back around by France, who chuckled “Ohonhonhonhon~   Don’t peek, Angleterre~” he sat up. Lifting England’s ass up a little, and causing England to glance at him sceptically “...?!”

France just smiled softly and opened the tube, squirting a little onto his fingers “Don’t worry mon cher,” He assured “I won’t hurt tu...” He gently wrapped an arm around England’s waist and held him still “Now, don’t move, s’il vous plait...” England buried his head in the covers again, staying as still as he could.

Slowly, France inserted the tip of one finger into him, feeling England tense up slightly. He waited a bit, before pushing his finger in further and moving it around a little. England tensed up more and France chuckled “Relax, Angleterre~” England slowly did so, allowing France to push his whole finger into him and feel around the end walls, gently prodding and poking around. A muffled whimper escaped England’s lips as he shuddered. France started to insert a second finger, slowly, as not to hurt the Englishman beneath him. England held back a gasp as he felt France scissor his fingers, starting to slowly thrust them in and out of him. England gripped the covers a bit more and gulped.

“....Are tu alright, Angleterre?” France asked, a hint of worry heard in his voice. England nodded weakly.

“Y-Yes...”

“Do tu want me to finish, or...” France started to take his fingers out, but was stopped by England who shook his head.

“N-No...I-It’s okay...”

France paused, watching England to see if he meant it, and after a few seconds, judging by England’s still figure, he carried on and scissored his fingers again, preparing to insert a third. England yelped as he felt France start to push another finger in, it wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing...

France carried on thrusting his fingers, widening England’s entrance. England hissed in slight pain and shock as France fully inserted the third finger, now thrusting it in and out with the others. “Nngh...” He buried his face deeper into the covers and gripped them tighter, bearing the pain.

After what seemed an agonizing few minutes, France took his fingers out and England breathed a sigh of relief. France smiled softly. “Desole if I hurt you, Angleterre, but I had to in order not to cause tu more pain later...” England didn’t respond, but lifted his head up, looking down wordlessly.

“...Angleterre?” France gently placed a hand on England’s shoulder.

“.....I-I’m fine...I’ll be fine....” England replied slightly shakily and looked up to the Frenchman above him, his eyes showing nothing but slight impatience.

“Heh heh...Okay...” France nodded and motioned for England to kneel, grabbing his hips and positioning himself behind him. A soft purr escaped him as he leaned over, trailing his neck and shoulders with soft, loving kisses before slowly and gently, entering him.

“Mmf...” England shivered as he felt France push a little deeper into him, giving a few small thrusts; each a little deeper than the one before. This caused the younger nation to yelp quietly as he felt the foreign body go deeper inside him. This wasn’t the first time, but nonetheless, it felt...strange.

Another harder thrust broke England from his thoughts as a small moan escaped him “Mmm~” France slowly increased his pace, England moaning louder with every thrust France made. France’s thrusts also increased in roughness as he carried on; every thrust granting him deeper access into the Englishman below him. England’s ‘ahh’s ‘and ‘ooh’s’ resonated around the room with a slight echo, causing a symphony of desire; in turn, making France grin and carry on, much faster and harder than before.

France held England’s hips a bit harder and angled himself slightly, easily finding England’s ‘special spot’. England yelped as France hit it, not expecting that.

“Aah~!” France grinned more and carried on pounding into that same place, knowing exactly what it would soon do to his beloved England.

A shiver ran up England’s spine, making him moan louder as a wave of pleasure took over him; making him orgasm. France chuckled as England arched his back, embracing the pleasure coursing through his body.

“F-France...I-I...”

“Hmm~? You what, mon cheri~?” France grinned, suddenly starting to roughly pull in and out of him, of course knowing what England was going to say. The exasperated look on England’s face, the smell of their sexes and sweat mixing together only made him more excited; but he was also getting tired and felt he was going to come soon.

“I-I...gah! Y-You idiot th-that doesn’t hel-hngaaa~” England came, just managing to breathe. “H-Haaa..”  

France was also starting to pant lightly, and he followed soon after England. His thrusts slowed and he pulled out of England; England collapsing onto his stomach, panting. France flopped down next to him and chuckled weakly “N-Not stressed anymore, hmm~?” England just rolled his eyes “I guess not...” France put an arm around him, pulling him into an embrace which the Englishman gladly accepted and kissed him on the cheek.

“Goodnight mon cher~” he cast England a small smile, seeing England was already asleep next to him. He chuckled,  closing his eyes and too, slowly drifting off to sleep, holding his beloved ‘Angleterre’ close.
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With some help from my friends, I finally managed to write this xD The ending is a little rushed, but hey, I needed to upload this for you guys ^^ Hope you enjoy this first little lime of mine~ :3

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I couldn't believe that this was actually happening to me. France was lightly caressing my face, his gentle touch sending chills through body. My lips trembled as I looked up at his sparkling blue eyes, and I realize how much I love him this began with him asking me why I hate him so much. I had explained to him that I could never hate him, and that I only act the way I do because I care about him. Then he had kissed me softly. Now here we are, his hands holding my face, with each soft touch, feelings of desire coursed through my body. France smiled at me, leaning forward and kissing me again. His tongue poked at my lips, begging to enter my mouth. I allowed his tongue to dance erotically across my own tongue, his hot saliva filling my mouth as a muffled moan escaped my enclosed lips. He held my waist close as he bit my lower lip. I closed my eyes as waves of passion washed over me. He pushed down on my chest, pushing me onto my bed. France brought his head lower, suckling and kissing my neck. I felt the pleasure fill me up, my heart thumping to the beat of his. He abused my neck, nipping and licking it, causing moans to escape from my lips. 
"F...France..." I groaned in pleasure. He looked up at me.

"Mi amore...say my name..." France asked me, his voice only just loud enough to be a whisper. 

"Francis...." I replied. He breathed into my ear, nibbling at the top. 

"Arthur..." He whispered to me. I could never explain to you why it was so hot when someone says my real name, but god, way France said it was absolutely perfect. I shuddered with longing as he slowly took off my shirt. He ran his fingers across my exposed chest, chuckling ever so slightly at my red blush. France's hand felt like heaven as it span about my skin, his fingernails just barely scraping the edge of my flesh. I cringed in embarrassment as he suddenly ran his tongue over my soft skin, his hot and steamy spit dripping down my upper body. He began pulling off my pants and he snickered as I hid my face in shyness.  France ran his hand up my leg, causing me to whimper in pleasure. As he got higher up my leg, he ran it over the bulge in my boxers. I moaned quietly as he ran it all the way to the top of my boxers. He pulled them down, and my erection was exposed. I cringed, turning my head away in embarrassment. I felt his strong hands tickle my member lightly. I moaned  as he rubbed it slowly.

"Fr-Francis..." I groaned in pleasure. He rubbed faster, pleasure crashing through my stomach, the more he rubbed, the more I wanted him. France chuckled at my moans of intense pleasure. He ran his tongue over my member. "Ahhhnn-! Fr....Fraaaanciiiss...." I arched my back. He took it into his mouth, sucking on it.  I groaned his name, my hands gripping the bed sheets. France pulled back and took off his shirt and pants. Finally, he dropped his boxers, his huge erection revealed. I breathed shakily as he approached me. France giggled and flipped me onto my stomach.  He poked his erection at my entrance. France slowly pushed himself in. "Ahhhhhhhhnnn-!!! FrAAAaaAanciiisss!!!" I cried out in pleasure as he pushed in, inch by inch. I trembled, looking behind me. "I...is it in...?" I questioned as he began to move.  He was so big. I clenched my eyes tight, grasping the head board of the bed. He began to go faster, grunting. "FRANCIS-!!! AAAHHHNN-!!!!!!" I screamed with pleasure. 

"Uhhnf! A...Arthur..." France grunted. He rammed into me harder, my head throwing up into the air, a violent moan escaping my mouth. I felt him inside me, moving quicker and slamming harder, my groans of pleasure becoming louder and full of pure passion. 

"Haaahhh~!!!!" I screeched with desire. "AHHHNNNN~!!!! FRANCIISSSSS, DON'T STOP~~!!!!" I could tell he wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon. France's body moved in a beautiful rhythm with mine, his hips swaying in a never ending beat as his item pushed hard into me. My fingernails felt as if they were going to rip through the bed sheets. He saw the look on my face, and took my hand, allowing me to squeeze onto his hand, my fingers intertwining with his. My head swerved in thought, my mind beginning to go blank as I began to reach my orgasm point. "FRAaaAAaaannccCCcIiissssSSs, I'm...I'm gonna- c...cummmm....."

"Arrrtthhhuuurrr~!!" He grunted with pleasure. "C-Cumming...." Finally, I felt him release inside me, his sweet hot juices filling through my body. I howled in passion, my own pleasure finally escaping my body.

"I love yooouuu~!!!" I called out, my fingers digging into France's hand. We both collapsed, panting.

"J t'aime...." He told me.
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Axis x Reader-My Boobs Are NOT Small
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Warning-Semi-nudity, bad language and crack ahead.
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[At Germany's house.]

"Come on Italy, you can do another one!" You encouraged your Italian friend, who was currently struggling to do the ordered amount of push ups by Germany.

"Veeh! (Your name), would you-a please get off of me?" You smacked your friend lightly on the head, earning a small whimper from him.

"Come on Italy, you can do it!"

"(Your name)-san, Itary-chan is right. It is probabry very hard for him to do push-ups with you sitting on his back." You heard Japan's soft voice, filled with sympathy, speak.

"Are you calling me fat damn it?" You narrowed your eyes at the Japanese man.

"Wha-?! Of course not (Your name)-san! I'm just carring Itary-chan weak!"

"Japaan!" Italy whined. You smirked and sat upright on the Italian. Taking a thinker pose over his squished body you froze for a few moments before a light bulb went off in your head. You had an idea! You knew how you could get Italy to do the push ups without having to get up off of him(since you see, if you sat on Italy while he did his then you could tell Germany that you did yours and you wouldn't technically be lying).

"(Y-Your name), what are you doing!?" Japan's eyes widened and the color drained from his face, only for it to come rushing back a deep scarlet color. "That is highry inappropriate!" He protested before looking away from your now shirtless body.

"Hahaha! What are you talking about dude? This is totally appropriate! Boobies make everything better!~ I could even take off my bra if you want me to!~"

"I am reaving." Japan spoke bluntly before making a hasty exit.

"....Veh, (Your name), your boobies are-a really small." Italy spoke from underneath you. You glared at him before punching him on the head.

"Shut up or else I'll never let you look at them. Now get back to work damn it!"

"Germannnny!" Italy wailed with tears in his eyes.

"Vhat is it now Italia?!" You heard Germany's angry voice boom as he stomped over to the two of you.

"(Your name) is-a being mean!"

"Am not!" You protested. "Hey Germany, don't you like my boobs?" You squished them together while laughing at his flushed face.

"Put your shirt back on." Germany finally spoke as he looked away from you.

"But why?"

"Because I said so!" He snapped before returning to his training, not even bothering to chew you and Italy out for messing around.

"........."

"........."

"....Veh!~ (Your name), I-a think Germany likes your-a boobs!" You giggled.

"Me too! And you said they were small.~"

"But they are. Ouch!"
It doesn't matter if you're a DD, Italy still thinks your boobs are small.

Hetalia (c) Himaruya Hidekaz

You (c) Me
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Germany X Reader - Confessions

"W-well... Uh, I..."

It seemed impossible to tell him how you really felt... Why would he like you?

"_______? What is it?"

You knew it was utter madness to confess your love to him, it was just to far-fetched. It would probably just ruin
the amazingly close friendship that the two of you shared more than anything. You just couldn't keep your emotions
bottled up any longer.

"Ludwig... I, I really like you... I have done for a long time."

"... I see, so that was it."

You stared at him, unable to keep upright. Your legs were shaking so violently you were going to fall... You
couldn't stand it any longer. You ran, as fast as your legs could carry you.

'Idiot...'

Eventually, You found a patch of field that was surrounded by Sakura... You sat down, underneath the warm sunlight
that had been filtered down by the trees. It was so warm, and you were so tired...

"....."

When you awoke, the first thing you saw was the firm shoulder you were leaning on. You looked up, to see Ludiwig
reading a book. It was his shoulder you had fallen asleep on. You re-closed your eyes, not wanting him to notice you
had woken up, so that you could be with him like this for just a little longer...

"______-chan, did you have a nice rest?"

Your eyes slowly opened...

'_______-chan? Where did that come from?'

"Oh... Uh yes thanks..." You said, slowly raising your head off his shoulder.

He shuffled over a little closer, and you could feel a pink tinge creep up to your cheeks.

"Was what you said earlier...?"

"Yes."

"Well, I just wanted to say..."

"No. Please don't."

...

Ludwig looked up from his book and straight into your eyes. He... He was blushing? You'd never seen his face quite like it was now before...

"I know what you're going to say." You continued. "You'll say that you don't feel the same way as I do, and that it wouldn't work out anyway. You'll probably ignore me as of tommorow too... But listen, i'm sorry I said anything! Just please... Let me stay as your--"

But you were interuppted by Ludwig, as he leant down and brought his face extremely close to yours...

His lips crashed forwards, taking you completely by surprise. Your eyes opened wide, and your hands clenched the grass underneath you for support. His arms wrapped themselves around your waist, and he deepened the kiss further. You began to kiss him back... It was like a dream come true. He pulled away, and looked you dead in the eyes...

"You didn't let me say I love you too."

"Ludwig... I--"

But again, you were cut off by his lips meeting yours... He continued to kiss you passionately, pulling you right in close to his body. His tounge licked your bottom lip, and you gasped, giving him the perfect oppertunity to put his tounge in your mouth. You could feel him form a rare smile as he allowed his tounge to explore every corner of the inside of your mouth. You put your hand on the back of his head, and pushed it ever so gently, forcing him into the kiss, deeper and deeper...

Ludwig finally pulled back, smiling gently.

Your heart melted.

"Is... Is this really happening?" You asked him, staring up into his sapphire blue eyes.

"I was just thinking the same thing..." He replied, leaning back against a tree and pulling you onto his lap.

You snuggled your head into his neck. He was so warm... He wrapped his arms around you once more, holding you close and cradling you, as if he wanted to protect you from the rest of the world...

'Ludwig Beilschmidt is the most gracious, wonderful, talented and amazing person I have ever had the pleasure to
meet...
'

Were the words you thought to yourself.

'And now... He's all mine.'
*~* OTL... I feel so dirty for uploading this... Prussia, please do not kill me for writing about your little Bruder like this... Or get a nosebleed... Oh, and go easy on me for this folks, it's my first time writing like this... T.T

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You belong to: Mother Russia, da?

P.S SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING/GRAMMAR MISTAKES!!! I WROTE THIS IN NOTEPAD!!!!!
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 Germany took him normal seat in the meeting room, mentally preparing himself  for the torture that lay ahead; a bunch of nations squabbling over the stupidest little things, some of them even irrelevant to the matter at hand.

  Scanning the room with his blue eyes, he notices the normal nations he would be stuck with for the entire meeting filter into the room. One thing he noticed was that France and England were already shooting glances at each other. He knew this was going to be another long meeting.

  Behind them, a calm Japanese man came in followed by his Italian friend. But something was different about Italy. He seemed to be trying to pull somebody into the room. Curious about this change to the normal entrance he made (which usually consisted of annoying him until the meeting began), he watched.

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  "Ve~ Bella, come on!"

  "I-Italy! Let go of me!" You were nervous. This was your first world conference you would ever attend and you wanted to make a good first-impression on the others. Italy dragging you into the room was not a good impression.

  With that, he let go of your arm, allowing you the freedom of stepping inside on your own. Seeing everyone doing everything on their own, probably normal to them made you feel a bit afraid.

  Italy obviously noticed this,"Ve~" He scanned the room, hopefully looking for a new face to introduce you to (Japan and you had already been acquainted). That's when he spied Germany across the room staring at both of you curiously,"Bella, follow me."

  You refused to budge so he grabbed you and dragged you unwillingly across the room,"W-what are you doing?" You stammered a bit.

  He continued walking with a smile on his face,"Germany! Germany! I want to introduce you to someone!"

  Seeing a bunch of curious eyes on you, you hid your face, ignoring Italy's cries to his friend,"I-Italy...c-can I just go back to the hotel room...?"

  He stopped and turned to face you,"Ve~ Why?"

  "Y-you're embarrassing me-" You froze, seeing a good-looking nation staring at you with his crystal blue eyes expectantly. Your face began to turn red seeing him look at you questionably.

  Italy noticed you both looking at each other,"______, this is my friend Germany. Germany, this is my friend ______."

  Sheepishly, you held your hand out while brushing some (h/c) strands from your face,"N-nice to meet you Germany. Italy has told me so much about you."

  He took your hand; shockingly, very gently and shook it,"Nice too meet you too."

  You noticed everyone was taking their seats and an hand grabbed onto your arm,"Come on bella, let's take our seats."

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  They were only in 10...? No, 5 minutes into the meeting and already France and England were going at each others throats. Italy tried glazing things over and tried getting each of them to surrender. America was laughing like an psychopath and ranting on about how he was a hero.

  Germany was quickly looking his temper as he always did. Right when he was about to hit his breaking point, another voice rung through the air,"You idiots! Do you even get what we're doing here!? Why are you all acting like such imbeciles!? Do you not even understand why we're here!?" Everyone was looking at you,"We are supposed to be working together! Not trying to murder each other!"

  Everyone just looked blankly at you. Throughout the entire meeting, you had sat there in complete silence and just trying to pass the time. And you suddenly blew up in the middle of the meeting.

  Realizing this, your face turns completely red and waters brimmed your (e/c) eyes. "P-please excuse me!" You spoke out suddenly before darting out of the room and into the halls.

  Turning around the corner, you leaned against the wall and started crying,'Damn it! Now everyone thinks I'm an idiot...or a loudmouth...or just weird...'

  You see, when you were a very young nation, many of the others took advantage at you and often times made fun of you, so just having the thought of people thinking of you as different or weird made your blood curl.

  "Hey ______?"

  A startling voice rebounded itself through the empty halls and came from beside you. Looking over, Germany was standing to the side and looking at you a bit pitifully.

  You averted your gaze to the ground,"What do you want? Here to make fun of how obnoxious I am?"

  "N-Nein! V-vhy vould you say such a zhing?" His voice was filled with shock,"Everyone vas curious as to vhy you bolted from zhe room."

  Without looking up to face him, you cried a bit,"Everyone thinks I'm weird..."

  A hand clasped onto your shoulder,"You're not veird...I alvays do zhat during meetings." He held your face up a bit and wiped the tears from your eyes,"Zhey're obnoxious und loud. Zhe only reason I didn't speak up earlier is because you did it for me."

  He smiled a bit at you,"Italy asked me to drive you back to zhe hotel." He held his hand out towards you,"You don't mind, do you?"

  Rather than grabbing his hand, you threw your arms around him,"Thank you..." You muttered under your breath before pushing yourself away from him,"L-lead the way..."

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  Somehow, you ended up falling asleep during the car ride back to your hotel. When you woke up, you were asleep in your bedroom with the covers over your torso and your shoes off to the side. Italy was asleep in the bed that sat beside you,'How late is it?'

  Looking to the other side hoping for a clock of some sort, you find yourself face-to-face with a handsome German man. He was sleeping peacefully, his blond hair now falling over his face.

  Gently, you sat up to maybe see if you could find a clock or something but by the looks of it, it was late at night. Laying yourself back down, you tried falling asleep once more, only to find it difficult to fall asleep beside a complete stranger.

  Turning yourself away from him, you tuned into Italy's little 'Ve~' noises. Even if it was familiar to you, it wasn't the same. The person sleeping with his head on your bedside was too distracting.

  Turning yourself back around to face Germany, you examined his face. He didn't really look like a person who could be mean or yell in anger. He looked so sweet and caring.

  You gently brushed the hair off his forehead and kissed it gently before resting your eyes once more.

  With that, a gentle pair of lips hit yours and you didn't need to open your eyes to know who it was. Kissing him back with a bit of passion, you felt your heart soar a bit. After a moment, you broke off.

  "I love you Germany~"

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Extended ending y'all!
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  "Ve~ _________? How are you-?" Sitting up, he noticed Germany was sleeping right next to his sorella. He didn't want to wake either of them up; they looked so happy together.

  Instead, he got up and sat beside _______ before flopping down next to her and grabbed her in a hug, snuggling with her,"Germany better stay away from my sorella..." But he easily knew he couldn't.
Final adaption~
Maybe now, some other people will read this and actually go to read the others~

So again, this is my attempt to open my reader-writer amigos and reader-readers will see that you know, not ever single deviant is straight. Some are lesbian, some are gay and some are bi. And I've only written for the straight readers (as this one is) so I wrote all these three to show my support for all the sexualities and to show that I'm not a totally one-sided writer.
I thank one deviant for opening my eyes~

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You and the Allies; America, England, China, Canada, and France were at your house. You were new to the Allies, so you were just at your first meeting. They all seemed to like you, as you were the only girl.
"Dudes, where's Ivan?" America asked with an annoying whine.
"I don't know, Alfred," England said, annoyed.
Russia was at the meeting and he said he would be coming, but he still wasn't there.
China, America, and France were sitting on your couch. Canada and England were sitting in the two reclining chairs that you owned. You sitting on the floor, leaning on the base of the arm of the couch, next to China. You were a bit insecure about your body so you always sat all huddled up and wore mostly black clothes to make your body appear smaller. China looked down at you and noticed the way you were sitting.
"_______, why are you sitting that way? It looks very uncomfortable aru," he asked you.
You looked up at him.
"Oh, um,I'm kind of insecure about my body. When I was younger I was made fun of because everybody else had the body of a supermodel and I guess I still haven't gotten over it. Pathetic, huh?" you told him.
England stood up, walked next to you, and crouched down next to you. He put a hand on you shoulder and smiled at you, his emerald eyes gazing deeply into your (e/c) ones.
"Well I think that there is nothing wrong with your body. Those people didn't have the right to say that to you. Your body is beautiful and so is everything else about you," he said sweetly.
You smiled a beautiful smile at him.
"Thank you, Arthur," you thanked and you hugged him around the waist.
"No problem. You are just so beautiful, I hated to see you thinking about those horrible things those people said about you," he said and broke the hug.
You relaxed you position a little and the whole room seemed to brighten up. There was more chatter among you all. Then America spoke.
"Hey _______! You should hook up with Ivan! Hes pretty insecure too!" he yelled and China    smacked him on the back of the head.
"Ok, I'll keep that in mind, Alfred," you giggled.
"Is anyone else hungry?" a voice asked from the one of the chairs.
"Who said that?" France asked.
"You guys, its Matthew," you said.
"Who?" they asked.
You face-palmed and stayed silent.
Just then, Russia burst through the door and into the room. He was soaking wet.
"Yo, Ivan. Where were you?" America asked stupidly, completely ignoring the fact that Russia was dripping all over the floor.
"Hullo everybody. Hullo, _______. Sorry I am late. My car stopped working and I got stuck in the rain," he explained.
"Its raining? Why didn't you call me!? I would've picked you up!"you said.
"Ah, my phone had no signal, I would have colled you though!" he said cheerfully, despite the fact that his car was broken.   
"How did you get here?" you asked.
"I walked the rest of the way."
"God...Ivan...come with me." you said and took him upstairs where the bathroom was.
"You don't by any chance have any spare clothes with you, do you?" you asked.
"Nope," he smiled. He was still dripping all over the floor.
"You are soaking wet...do you want to take a shower? I can dry your clothes for you," you offered him.
"That sound nice, but wut will I wear when I get out?" he asked.
"Just wear a towel around your waist. If you want, I can get a towel for your shoulders."
"Oh, ok then. I hope everybody else will understand."
"It'll be ok. I'll explain to them. When you're in, I'll come get your clothes." and you left him  alone in the bathroom,.
You waited outside the bathroom until he yelled that he was in the shower. You opened the door                        ,collected his clothes, and pulled the door shut when you were out. You walked downstairs with the bundle of Russia's clothes and took them to the dryer. You put his pants, shirt, and underwear in the dryer and hung his scarf, coat and gloves up, as they probably weren't things you would put in the dryer. You put his boots by the door.
You walked back upstairs and into your room to put another shirt on. The one you were wearing was soaked from carrying Russia's clothes. Instead of another dark one, you tried a teal one. It actually looked good on you and you ran back downstairs to the living room where everybody else was.
"What was that all about?" America asked.
"Ivan is upstairs in the shower and I put his clothes in the dryer. My shirt was wet from carrying his stuff so I changed. I'm back now. Anybody hungry?" you asked, remembering Canada.
"Do you have pizza?" America asked.
"Ye. Let me put it in the oven." you walked in to the kitchen and pulled a full sized pepperoni pizza out of your freezer and popped it in the oven. Then you walked back to the living room and sat back down on the floor.
"Teal looks very nice on you,_______," France told you.
"Thank you, Francis."
"See, I told you you don't need black clothes to look beautiful. You look beautiful in anything," England told you.
You smiled at him again and you felt your cheeks heat up. Just then, the bathroom door opened.
"_______, could you come here for a second, da?" Russia yelled from upstairs.
You hopped up and ran to the bathroom. Russia's head was sticking out of the door way.
"Cud you get me a towel please?" he asked sweetly.
"Oh my god, Ivan I'm so sorry! I should have checked!" you apologized, grabbing  a towel and handing it to him.
"Oh, it is ok. I forget to look sometime too!" he smiled and disappeared into the bathroom again. You walked back downstairs and into the kitchen to check on the pizza.
"Five minutes for the pizza!" you yelled and go back to the living room.
"What happened this time aru?" China asked
"I forgot to check for a towel before I left so he could shower," you explained. You heard Russia walk down the stairs. You turned around and looked up into his violet eyes. Man, he was tall. He smiled down at you. He was pretty cute, though. You just wanted to reach up and poke his big nose.
"Could you please tell me where the towels are, _______?" he asked.
Oh, here, let me get one for you," you said but before you could take a step, Russia's hand was on your shoulder.
"Just tell me where they are and I will get one myself. You've done enough for me already," he said softly.
"But you're my guest."
"Please _______, I insist," he asked.
"Uh...they're in the stair closet," you said and he lead you to the couch.
China stood up and offered you his seat.
"No, you sit down. You are my guest," you told him, but he took you away from Russia and sat you down in his spot.
"I'll sit on the floor now. I don't mind aru," he said and sat on the floor.
You were silent for a bit, then you suddenly remembered something.
"The pizza!" you panicked and jumped up from your seat, but Russia's hand was on your shoulder yet again.
You looked up at him and he had the pizza in his other hand.
"I have got it _______, you can calm down."
you took a deep breath and exhaled.
"Ivan, you are a life-saver. Thank you," you thanked and sat back down while he put the pizza on the coffee table with a hot pad underneath it.
You waited for everyone to dig in, but they all stayed still, staring at you.
"What are you all waiting for? Get some food," you said but they stayed right where they were.
Russia leaned down to your ear.
"They are waiting for you to get a piece," he whispered.
You looked at America. He was the most eager for the pizza.
"I'm not touching it until you get some, _______," he said squirming in his seat.
"Oh alright," you sighed.
You reached for a piece and took it before America exploded in his seat, and bit into it. It was still hot, but you didn't care. After you swallowed, everyone else took a piece. Russia leaned on the arm of the couch next to you and chewed his pizza. There was some chat during dinner, but after it was done it was quiet again.
"Soooo...does anyone want to watch a movie or something?" you asked.
They all looked around at each other until England spoke.
"Actually, there's something I need to show Alfred, Yao, Francis, and, uh, Matthew at my house," he said in an attempt to get you and Russia alone.
"What about Ivan?" you asked.
"He wasn't there to hear about it. Sorry we couldn't stay to watch a movie with you, _______," he said.
"Yeah! I had fun eating pizza with you, _______," America said.
France walked to you and held you hand up to his face.
"This evening was lovely, _______. Again sometime?" and he kissed your hand.
England elbowed him roughly and France moved away from you. China took his place.
"_______, you were a lovely host tonight. You should throw a party sometime aru!" he said and hugged you.
"I'll think about it, Yao," you smiled.
They all walked out the door, but before it could close you whispered a goodbye to Canada.
"Bye, ______," he said quietly and the door shut behind him.
Now you and Russia were alone in your living room. You heard the dryer buzz.
"Your clothes are done, Ivan," you told him and you both walked to the laundry room to take his clothes out.
You handed him his clothes and went upstairs to put on sweatpants. When you came back down, he had his pants on, but left his shirt off and still had the blanket around his shoulders. He was sitting on the couch where you were sitting earlier and you sat on the opposite side of the couch. You tried to keep your eyes away from his glorious chest. What did he have to be insecure about? He had a great body! It was awkwardly silent for a few minutes.
"So, _______, how has your day been? Gud I hope," he asked.
"It has been...interesting. I'll put it that way," you answered.
"Ok that's gud. You look lovely tonight," he complimented.
You just sat there, surprised by his words
"T-thank you, Ivan," you managed to stutter out.
"I have a question for you, _______."
"Yes?"
"Do you still wunt to watch that movie?"
"Uh, sure. What do you want to watch?"
"Do you have anything scary?"
You stood up to check your movie shelf.
"I have-" you started
"Surprise me," Russia interrupted.
"Ok..." you closed your eyes and picked one. Once you had it, you opened your eyes to see what it was.
"Oh this is a good one," you smiled and put it in the DVD player.
You turned off the lights and went back to the couch. You had no problem watching, but out of the corner of your eye you saw Russia squirming.
"Are you ok, Ivan?" you  asked.
"Da, I am fine, _______."
you continue to watch the movie. As it progressed to the scary parts, you notice Russia scooting closer to you.
"Ivan, are you sure you're ok? You don't look so good," you said.
"Well, I thought I wus ok, but this is a strange house to me and I have never seen this movie, so it is kind of scary to me," he answered sheepishly.
"Do you want me to stop the movie?"
"No, it is ok. _______, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"How much do you like me?"
you were quiet for a second.
"How much do you like me?" you asked.
"I dunt like you, I love you, ______," he said with a big smile.
"I-I li-love you too!' you stuttered then smacked yourself.
"That sounded so stupid, Ivan. What I just said there," you said.
The one chance you got and you butchered the line. You felt his arms around you, picking you up and setting you in his lap. You looked up at him and he looked down at you.
"I got your message," he said and planted a kiss in your messy (h/c) hair.
You snuggled close to his warm, bare chest, which was not hairy, and sighed blissfully. Someone in the movie screamed and Russia put his blanketed arms around you. You put a hand under the blanket and rested it on his arm. It was covered in goosebumps.
"Did that scream give you goosebumps?" you asked.
"Da."
You stretched your neck and kissed his cheek and settled back in his arms. You were getting tired and you couldn't help letting your eyes slide shut. As you were falling asleep, you felt Russia's grip on you tighten when a suspenseful part came. You eventually fell asleep near the end of the movie.
~Time Skip~
There was a loud bang and you and Russia both screamed out of your sleep. It was America. He busted into your house, slamming the door into the wall.
"Dude, I knew you and Ivan were totally going to hook up!" he said excitedly.
"What are you doing here, Alfred?" you asked tiredly.
"I wanted to see how far you two got last night."
"So you break down my door without knocking?" you asked, irritated.
"Its not broken," he said innocently.
"Get out," you told him and he closed the door and left.
"My heart is still pounding," Russia told you.
"Mine too. I'm tired," you complained.
"Me too," Russia agreed.
You closed your eyes and you felt him stand up with you in his arms. He walked up the stairs and into what you thought was your bedroom. You opened your eyes to see that it was, in fact, your room as he laid you down in your bed. You thought he was going to get in with you, but he turned towards the door.
"Ivan, where are you going?" you asked.
"I thought we were going back to bed," he answered looking back at you.
"So did I. Are you going to the guest room?"
"Da."
"Why?"
"Because I am tired."
"I thought you were going to stay here and sleep with me."
"Well, do you want me to? I just thought it would be kind of awkward. You, and me, in bed..."
"No more awkward than me sleeping in your lap last night."
"Oh, ok then," he said and smiled at you.
He walked to the bed and slipped under the covers with you. You snuggled up to his chest and sighed. He was still warm.
"I love you, _______," he kissed your nose and then your lips.
His kiss was sweet with a hint of vodka.
"I love you too, Ivan," you said and kissed his big nose, then his lips.
He giggled as you kissed him. He put his arms around you and you both sighed blissfully. Your day was going to be great.
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"Veh! I-its so cold out!" Italy shivered as the two of you walked down the snowy path, light white flakes landing softly around the two of you. "Come on Italy, its not that bad." "Bella, you're crazy" You smiled and rolled your eyes and the frozen Italian as you walked onwards. It was pretty understandable why Italy wasn't a big fan of the white stuff. Being a Mediterranean country, he was used to more of the warmer climates, so this wasn't his type of weather per say. You however, adored the snow. You're country was nothing but rain. You hardly ever got snow and when you did, it was only a ¼ inch and lasted for a half an hour so you loved being in Germany in the winter, even if you were out for training. Thankfully you were dressed properly, wearing a black thermal jogging outfit. Italy on the other hand, was dress in his usually training uniform. Not his brightest move but hey, this was Italy after all. Soon the two of you came to a clearing, finding Germany and Japan waiting. "Zere you are. Now ve can begin."


"Germany, w-why do we have to tr-train in the snow?"


"Because, we need to be prepared to fight in any weather conditions, especially since Russia is in this war."


"Still-"


Germany shot Italy a warning glare. Italy got the hint and kept his mouth shut. "Alright zen, lets start vith 3 lapz. Go!" And with that, the four of you took off. Italy was lost behind almost instantly, Japan was keeping a good pace but was still behind and you and Germany were in front of the group. "Hey, ______" you turn to the Germany towering over you as you ran. "You seemed to be the only one not complaining about training in ze snow. Vhy is zat?" You gave a slight shrug. "Well, I never really get to see good snow like this. [Insert Country name here] is either really cold like Canada or rainy like England." I s-" "England?!?! AHHHH!" Before you could even turn around, Italy bolted past you, knocking you backwards into the snow. "Italy! You dummkof!" Germany shouted at the snow cloud that Italy had left behind before turning to you. "______ are you alright?"


"Yeah, I'm fine" you said sitting up before pausing. Germany reached down to help you up. "Wait!" He stopped as he watched you lay back to and move your arms and legs up and down. He stared at you confused until you sat back up and took his hand. "Zat vere you doing?" He finally asked. You turned to the spot and smiled a bit. "It's a snow angel!" He looked as well and saw the shape of where you landed and how your arms resembled that of wings. "I know its kind of dumb and childish but, I've never gotten the chance to make one. I just thought it would be fun to make at least one you know?" He looked at you as you smiled, your bight (e/c) shinning bright. "J-ja" Now it could have been because of the cold air but you could have sworn you saw his cheeks turn a light red. "Well, we should probably get back to running huh?" you said as you began to jog a little ahead. Germany quickly snapped out of his daze. "Uh -ahem- j-ja right." he stammered before joining you.



After a long day of training, you finally had some free time to play in the snow. You got a hold of a long sled you, Japan, and Italy (after getting him some proper snow clothes) decided to make a toboggan train. "Hey Germany, want to ride with us?"


"Nien, you go on with out me"


"Aww please Germany?" you and Italy shot him your best puppy eyes. Germany felt his face warm, seeing as you looked way to cute, and gave a sigh in defeat. "Alright alright, I'll join you" The four of you sat on the sled, Japan in front, Italy next, then you, and Germany in the back. "Ready, set, GO!" The sled was pushed forward and you were off. Though not for long, and the large amount of weight cause the sled to shift to the side and tip over. The four of you were sent tumbling over, Germany ending up on top of you. He slowly got up, now kneeing over you and pinning you to the ground. Realizing this, his face took the shade of Spain's famous tomatoes. "Ah! Uh, _____ I-I'm sorry1" you gave a simple giggle and looked up at him. "Don't worry, I'm fine, the snow broke the fall." He looked back at you and found himself staring. He just couldn't look away, you looked so beautiful. Your (h/c) hair was sprawled out, lightly covered in snowflakes, your cheeks rosy, your lips a soft pink. You began to sit up but Germany gently pushed you back down. "Just vait" he said, you looked at him slight confused and flustered as you noticed his face moving slightly closer to yours. "Its just, I've always wanted to see a real snow angel." Your lips met and that cold day seemed a little bit warmer.

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(Y/n) has started a chatroom.

John has logged on.

Sherlock has logged on.

Mycroft has logged on.

‘HEY JOHN! – YN’

‘What’s with the caps lock? – John’

‘I CAN’T FIND SHERLOCK! – YN’

‘YOU’LL NEVER FIND ME! – Sherlock’

‘Are they ok? – Mycroft’

‘I don’t know – John’

‘Hey John guess what? – Sherlock’

‘What? – John’

‘I broke down my door using my body – Sherlock’

‘……………… - John’

‘I’m concerned – Mycroft’

‘AWW YOU DO CARE! *virtual hug* - Sherlock’

‘AWW I SHIP IT! – YN’

‘I AM NOT A SIP! – Sherlock’

‘*SHIP*! – YN’

‘AH GRAMMAR NAZI! – Sherlock’

‘I’m scared – John’

‘Be afraid be very afraid – YN’

Greg has logged on.

‘Any reason Sherlock left a note pinned to my office door with a large butcher knife? – Greg’

‘What did the note say? – Mycroft’

‘I dunno it’s just scribbles – Greg’

‘YOU CANNOT DECODE MY NOTE?! :O – Sherlock’

‘Are you drunk? – John’

‘NO! YES! MAYBE YOU HAVE NO PROOF! – YN’

‘You’re standing by the elevator beside Sherlock making sexual gestures towards me – Greg’

‘You’re hot to trot – Sherlock’

‘Are you breaking up with me for Greg?! – YN’

‘Me and Graham have a special connection – Sherlock’

‘Fuck your special connection – YN’

‘My name isn’t Graham -_- - Greg’

‘YOU’RE NOT GRAHAM?! WHO ARE YOU?! – Sherlock’

‘Greg – Greg’

‘WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH GRAHAM?! – Sherlock’

‘He killed him – John’

‘Oh now you’ve done it he’s collapsed to his knees and is yelling ‘NO!’ while (Y/n) laughs – Greg’

‘GRAHAM I WILL AVENGE YOU! - Sherlock’

Jim has logged on.

‘JIM! – YN’

‘What? – Jim’

‘I love you – YN’

‘I love you too – Jim’

‘HEY STAY AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND YOU IRISH HOOKER! – Sherlock’

‘???? – Jim’

‘Their drunk – Mycroft’

‘Oh - Jim’

10 minutes later.

‘They’ve been quiet – Greg’

‘To quiet – John’

‘I’m scared – Mycroft’

Sebastian has logged on.

‘Alright I’m only going to ask this once. Who the hell broke my sister to the point she’s at my flat with her equally drunk boyfriend wearing a Justin Bieber t-shirt?! – Sebastian’

‘I dunno – Jim’

‘NEVER SAY NEVER! – Sherlock’

‘BABY, BABY, BABY OHH YEAH! – YN’

‘Now I’m scared – Jim’

‘You’re not listening to them sing – Sebastian’

‘I’m so sorry – Greg’

‘Sherly you have sex hair – YN’

‘I know I got the good looks of the family – Sherlock’

‘………………. – Mycroft’

‘Meh I think Mycroft is fit – YN’

‘Mycroft stay the hell away from my girlfriend or I’ll shove your umbrella up your ass! – Sherlock’

‘You can have her – Mycroft’

‘Hey! – YN’

‘Now you’ve upset her – Sebastian’

‘ : ( - YN’

‘Shh there, there my love he’s a dick – Sherlock’

‘I know – YN’

‘Oh hell no they found my stash of vodka! – Sebastian’

‘NOOOOOOOO! – Sherlock’

‘MY CAKE! – YN’

‘Ah shit – Sebastian’

‘What happened? – Jim’

‘I (accidently) tripped (Y/n) and her cake went out the window most likely along with her dignity – Sebastian’

‘Lol – John’

‘XD – Greg’

‘How is that funny? – Mycroft’

‘Because her cake fell out the window – John’

‘Lol – Jim’

‘See even Moriarty has a sense of humour. You Mycroft are dead inside – John’

‘MYCROFT DIED?! NOOOOOOOO! – Sherlock’

‘HE WAS SO YOUNG! HE HAD HIS WHOLE LIVE AHEAD OF HIM! – YN’

‘I am not dead -_- - Mycroft’

‘AHH ZOMBIE MYCROFT! – Sherlock’

‘KILL IT WITH FIRE! – YN’

‘How much have they had? – Greg’

‘No idea but I want some – Jim’

‘We stole it from your stash – YN’

‘O_O MY STASH?! – Jim’

‘Whoopsie – Sherlock’

‘Daisy – YN’

‘…………………. – Jim’

‘Poor Jim – YN’

‘Oh dear mother of god they’ve entered the drunk sex stage – Sebastian’

‘Get out of there! – John’

‘They’re blocking the door! I’m going out the window! – Sebastian’

‘Hsjdioefhowihfdcmnsx – Sherlock’

‘Gross – Mycroft’

‘I don’t even wanna know – Greg’

‘I don’t think any of us do – John’

‘I agree – Jim’

Sebastian has logged off.

‘Aw he left – Jim’

‘Oh well we’ll need to carry on without him – Mycroft’

‘Yes we must – John’

‘Should someone go over and maybe make sure Sherlock and (Y/n) don’t do something stupid? – Greg’

‘What can they do? – Jim’

‘Have sex – Greg’

‘The only bad thing about that would be if (Y/n) got pregnant – John’

‘Oh dear mother of god mini Sherlock’s – Jim’

‘EVERYONE GET TO THAT FLAT AND STOP THEM BEFORE IT’S TO LATE! – Mycroft’

‘GO, GO, GO! – John’

‘Bit over dramatic but ok – Greg’

‘Imagine it Lestrade. More than one Sherlock. He might even make you baby sit – Jim’

‘GET TO THAT FUCKING FLAT AND STOP THEM! – Greg’

10 minutes later.

‘Ok crisis averted – Mycroft’

‘What did you do? – Jim’

‘I am currently with (Y/n) while John took Sherlock – Mycroft’

‘And I went to the bakery and got some cake – Greg’

‘Lucky bastard – Mycroft’

‘MyMy you’re like a cuddly bear – YN’

‘Please stop hugging me – Mycroft’

‘No – YN’

‘MYCROFT GET OFF MY WOMAN! – Sherlock’

‘I’m not on her she’s on me! – Mycroft’

‘(Y/N) GET OFF MY BROTHER! HE’S MINE GET YOUR OWN! – Sherlock’

‘MINE LEFT ME! – YN’

‘I am so uncomfortable – Mycroft’

‘Sherlock is pouting and I’m scared – John’

‘Be thankful (Y/n) isn’t with you……hidughwufgusx – Mycroft’

‘Mycroft? – Greg’

‘I tackled him ^_^ - YN’

‘Poor Mycroft – Jim’

‘Yep – John’

‘Hahahaha Mysie got taken out by a girl XD – Sherlock’

‘Mysie? Hahahahaha – YN’

‘Ah oxygen! – Mycroft’

‘Sorry Mysie – YN’

‘Can you please get off me? – Mycroft’

‘No. Selfie! – YN’

‘NO! – Mycroft’

(Y/n) has uploaded a picture and tagged Mycroft in it.

‘Pfft hahahahaha she’s sitting on you! XD – John’

‘Sorry that’s hilarious XD – Greg’

‘I feel so bad for you right now yet I’m laughing hahaha – Jim’

‘I hate you all – Mycroft’

‘MYCROFT I SAID STAY AWAY FROM MY WOMAN! – Sherlock’

‘You left me for Graham I left you for Mycroft – YN’

‘Who the hell is Graham? – Sherlock’

‘No idea – YN’

‘*Sigh* this is going to be a long night – Mycroft’

‘Shhh Mysie – Sherlock’

Sherlock has changed his name to Sex god.

Mycroft has changed his name to Mysie.

‘…………………… - Mysie’

‘HAHAHAHAHAHA – Sex god’

‘Stop glaring at me you’re creeping me out – YN’

‘I hate you – Mysie’

‘ : ( - YN’

‘God damit Mysie! – Greg’

‘I will hunt you down – Mysie’

‘Worth it – John’

‘Sdjie349rhfeiscsCSnjuiehfu – Sex god’

‘Sherly? – YN’

‘He passed out on his phone – John’

‘Draw a moustache on his face – Jim’

‘I am – John’

‘Lol – YN’

‘Hadiehy83hqfwci – YN’

‘Ehh (Y/n)? – Greg’

‘Those pressure point lessons came in handy for once – Mysie’

‘O_O – John’

‘You’re next after Lestrade – Mysie’

‘O_O – Greg’

‘Hahaha – Jim’

John has logged out.

Greg has logged out.

Mysie has logged out.

Jim has logged out.

7 hours later.

‘Why do I have marker on my face? – Sex god’

‘Why am I in Mycroft’s house? – YN’

Sebastian has logged on.

‘WHICH EVER ONE OF YOU PAINTED MY ROOM TO LOOK LIKE THE FUCKING CHAMBER OF SECRETS WILL DIE! – Sebastian’

‘O_O – YN’

‘(Y/N)! – Sebastian’

(Y/n) has logged out.

Sebastian has logged out.

Sex god is scrolling through the history.

‘Oh dear mother of god what have we done? – Sex god’

Sex god has logged out.
“Vati, Onkel, where did I come from?”

Germany choked on the piece of wurst he was about to swallow. Next to you, Prussia stopped eating and stared at you wide-eyed. You didn’t look away from your father as he attempted to regain his composure. “Vati?”

After he managed to swallow the chunk down, Germany managed to regain his composure and cleared his throat as a mild blush coloured his cheeks. “W-Why do you ask, ___________?”

“Because I’m not sure where I came from, or at least, I don’t think I do,” you answered, confused as to why your father and uncle were staring at you oddly.

Prussia’s look of surprised vanished and in its place was his usual grin. “Keseseseseseseseee! Well, West, care to tell my niece where she came from?”

Germany glared at him. “She’s not old enough to know yet.”

You look between your father and uncle, even more confused.

“She’s old enough! I told you about it around the same age! You’re just too chicken to tell her.”

“Bruder!”

“Fine, I’ll tell her!” Your uncle wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you turned back to look at him.  “Schatz, your vati and-”

“Nein!” Germany yelled, causing you to jump in shock. Seeing your reaction, your father looked at you apologetically. “Sorry, Liebchen…” He sighed, bringing his hands together and wringing them uncomfortably. “Fine, I’ll tell her.”

You fully turned back to your father. Next to you, you heard your uncle snickering and laughing under his breath. “This should be good.”

After a hesitating moment, your father looked back at you. His pink blush turned t red as he began “__________, your mutti and I loved each other very much, und when a vati und mutti love each very much-”

The phone rang.

Prussia cursed at the intrusion, looking disappointed. There was an expression of relief on your father’s face. “I’ll go get that,” he said as he stood from his place and left the room. As he went out the door, he shot a warning glare at Prussia. “Don’t give her any ideas.”

When you heard him go down the hall and answer the phone, you frowned and turned to your uncle. “What does vati mean, onkel?”

Prussia turns to you, the grin coming back in an instant. “Well, mein Liebchen, let the awesome me explain,” he said. He drew your attention to his barely touched dinner plate of wurst and mashed potatoes.

He took his fork and stuck it into an untouched wurst and raised it your eye level. “Pretend this is your vati,” he instructed.

You nodded. “Okay.”

With the other end of the fork, he dug into the pile of mashed potatoes and made a medium sized hole. “And pretend that is your mutti.”

You nodded again. You looked from the hole he created in the mashed potatoes back to the wurst on the fork.

“There comes a day, Liebchen, where every vati and mutti decides they want to play a game,” your uncle explained. “One day, your vati und mutti decided to play this game.”

“What kind of game is it?” you asked.

“It’s, uh…” Prussia went off into thought, but seconds later turned back to you. “It’s kind of like a game of golf. So, in the game, this is what your vati did to your mutti.” He stuck the wurst into the mashed potato hole and then brought it out again. He did this a few more times before saying “After doing this a couple more times, your vati” – Prussia reached over and grabbed a baby tomato from the salad on your plate – “eventually got a hole in one.” He dropped the tomato into the hole. “And that’s where you came from, ___________.”

You frowned and just as you were about to ask your uncle something your father came back into the room. You heard him mutter something about Italy interrupting your dinner time.

“I did it, West,” Prussia said smugly.

Germany looked wide eyed from the wurst on Prussia’s fork to the mashed potato hole with a baby tomato in it. He blushed madly. “BRUDER-!”

“Vati…”

Germany looked to you, his expression of anger disappearing and was now replaced with worry. “J-Ja, Liebchen?”

You looked from between your uncle and father. “So I didn’t come from Berlin? I came from a game of golf?”
Vati - Father/dad

Onkel - Uncle

Mutti - Mother/mum

Liebchen - Sweetheart (generally used for kids if I'm not mistaken)

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Spain X Reader: His Dream ..:Sequel:..

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This a sequel to the first story, so this was just a quick story I typed in. =_=; <-Git! XD

Sorry for spelling and gramma....A-And ALL the Spaniah......I USED GOOGLE TRANSLATE!!! *CRYS* I-I' SOWWY!


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He let go of you and you put your arms around him. You then start to kiss him and he did as well, He hugged you closer to him so there was no gape between you. You moaned when you felt something on your leg.

You looked down and blushed, then back to Antonio "U-Ummm Antonio?"

He did a sly smile and kissed you again.

...

As he kissed you, his hand slid under your shirt and groped one of your breasts and his free hand rubbed under your thigh. You moaned in his mouth and you wanted more, so you entered your tongue in his mouth.

He pulls back and grins "Ahhh What more, Si?"

You slowly nodded "S-Si, Antonio..."

He then chuckles and takes off your shirt, then un-clips your bra. He then licked your nipple, while the other one was being massaged.

"A-Ahh.." You moaned out and you felt you panties being wet.

He kissed down your body and his hands slid down as well, until he stopped at you belt.

"My, my, this is in the way" He chuckles and you blushed.

He tugged on your belt and took it off, then slid it down your legs. He then licks his fingers and entered you panties, then moved them inside you. You moaned louder and gripped the sheets, as he moved his fingers in and out of you.

"A-Ahh Yes, Antonio! M-More!" You begged.

He grins evilly and wanted to tease you "Whaaaat? No puedo entender, Inglés. Sólo en español." - [I can't understand, English. Only Spanish.]  

You growled "M-Mean!"

He smiles "lo se!" - [I know] And he pumped his fingers inside you more, that it made you moan again.

You couldn't take it anymore "Ahh A-Antonio, Si, si, si! Más!" - [More]

He smiles "chica buena" - [Good girl] He purrs in your ear and enterd another finger.

You then shook your head, when you felt your walls closed up around his fingers "A-Antonio, deje por favor! Estoy tan C-Cerca ahh!" - [stop please! I'm so close ahh]

He didn't, but went faster in to you. You arched your back and moaned.

"A-Antonio ahh!" You climaxed on his fingers.

He pulled them out and licked his finger clean "Hmmm tan bueno.." - [so good]

He then took off his own cloths "pero no hemos terminado todavía" - But we're not done yet"

When he was fully naked, he picked you up and slowly goes inside you.

"Ahhh S-Si!" You moaned out, as you dug your fingers in his back.

He grabbed your waist and moves you up and down, fully feeling ALL of him.  You moaned his name and spoke in Spanish just for him. He panted, as you started to rock your hips to get the rhythm and his thrust.

"A-Ahhhh ___________, usted es tan severta!" he moaned out. - [You're so tight]

"A-Antonio...A-Ahh te amo!" - [I love you!]

"Te amo tambien.." - [I love you too]

"Ahhh Antonio! M-Más rápido, Por favor!" - [F-Faster, Please!]

"_-___________! te sientes tan bien" - [You feel so good!]

"A-Antonio!"

" Ahhh Estoy casi alli!" - [Ahhh I'm almost there!]

You both felt close to your climaxed, so Antonio started to thrust and you cried out in pleasure.

"SI, SI, SI!" you repeated. - [yes, yes, yes]

"A-Ahh decir mi nombre!" - [say my name]

"A-Antonio!"

He growled "¡Más fuerte!" He thrused deeper. - [Louder!]

You then climaxed "AHHH ANTONIO!!!"

After a second, Antonio burst his seeds inside you "Ahhh _____________!"

You put your arms around him and moaned, to feel Antonio filled you inside.

"....A-Antonio..."

"S-Si..?" He breathed out.

"Can I-I stop speaking Spanish?"

"....Si"  He chuckled and slid out of you, then placed you on his bed.

You put your arms around him and smiled "I love you, Antonio.."

He kissed your four head "I love you too, but now…get some sleep.."











You both then drifted off to sleep........BEST SPANISHS SEX EVER!





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I hope you like it and sorry for the Spainish for B-Being wrong....I suck at it, but I'm doing it next year at college. ^.^~ :heart:
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She let out a pained cry as he held her hand, stroked the knuckles on the back of the smooth skin, kissed them one by one. She gazed almost blindly at how his tanned, dark olive skin seemed to melt and blur in with hers, his dark hands clutching at her swollen fingers, her belly burst large with the child in her stomach, and she let out a small whine as her body made her turn just the slightest bit; he put a finger to her lips.

"Ssh," he said, and his European accent filled her to the brim with thoughts of sunshine and palm trees, fresh salt water under her feet. "It's alright, darling, mi amor. You will make it past this."

"A-Antonio," she whined, and grasped at his hands. He chuckled slightly and told her, "The baby will come, do not worry. The doctors are hard at work."

Sure enough, hands and tools were moving frantically at her stomach, at the large lump in her body, knives slicing at the skin.

"It hurts, Toni," she whispered, and he murmured to her, "It will be alright, darling. Do not worry." He repeated the only line that he could to make her calm, to ease her.

"P-Please, make it stop!" (Name) wasn't one for the pain; she'd never felt so much as a slap in the past few years of her life, not with the beautiful months she'd spent with Antonio in his sunlit home in Spain, the gentle ways he caressed her skin, like sun rays brushing against her cheeks, the soft and tender touches of his smooth fingers. He made her feel blessed, happy always, and here she could not return the single favour, to deliver their baby.

She needed to stay calm, she ordered herself, and tried to keep her breathing stable. "A-Antonio... Please... Stay here with me."

"I'm not going anywhere," he murmured to her, and whispered comforting thoughts in her ear. "Just think of our baby, (Name), darling. Just think of him. He will be alright, and so will you."

"Tell me, it'll be okay," she gasped, and held him close to her as possible. "Tell me we'll be alright. And the baby--"

"The baby?" Antonio laughed, that smile like sunshine that spread throughout the dim operation room without a moment of hesitance. She swore she heard the ocean breeze in her ears, smelled the salt in her nose. "He will be alright, and he will be beautiful, mi amor."

"Tell me... about him..." she whimpered, despite having asked him that many times. She'd listened to his continuous descriptions as she lay beside him in bed at night, when they'd eaten breakfast together, spent a dinner under the stars, and she'd ask him, Tell me about our baby, and he would always start off with, Well, he will be a beautiful baby boy, with (eye colour) eyes like his mother and beautiful olive skin like his father...

"... and his nose will be so small and little, barely the size of a tiny button, but it will be just like his mother's. And his face will be like his father's," said Antonio, a small smile gracing those smooth lips, "And he will cry all the time, just like his mother when she was a little girl."

She laughed, breathlessly, and he kissed her temples, saying: "Do not worry; our baby will be beautiful," and he continued, "He will have eyes like her, I said; eyes like the Sun God's, the one I have always told you about, that of Spain's when it was a young country and believed in gods and magic and heavens. And his smile will be like the oceans; it will strike love and amazement in the hearts of the people. He will be like a fresh ocean breeze, bringing happiness and love, and he will be our baby... (Name)..."

She thought of these colourful descriptions, of the beautiful boy that would be born in her womb, and she smiled against his chest. "Antonio, I love you so much."

"Otherwise, you would not be having this baby with me, sí?" he chuckled, and she pressed her hot forehead against his cool skin, hearing in the back of her mind: the baby is coming out, we're going to bring him out, and listened to the snips and the snaps of the scissors and the knives, and then she heard a soft "Oh!"

She shut her eyes and tried, hard, to listen to the ocean breeze; it was no longer there. She tried to feel the sunshine wrapped around her fingertips; it was gone. And the sand underneath her toes, it had transformed to cold, black asphalt, and the skies were a threatening shade of grey.

"Antonio... Anto... Wh-what's wrong?" He had stopped whispering delightedly into her ears, stopped grasping her fingers with joy, and a feeling that was just wrong had enveloped her. The doctors had ceased their chatter.

... (Name) opened her eyes and saw, in one of their arms, a baby who was as still as a living statue, lifeless as a toy, curled up in the doctor's hands.

Antonio was right; it was a beautiful baby, with skin like his and a tiny little nose, and she was sure his eyes were like hers, if only the child would open them.

She waited and waited, the stillness of the baby matching the stillness of her heart, and at last she turned to Antonio, saying, softly, meekly: "Please... Antonio... don't tell me..."

But he must tell her, because it was the only thing that she could have now: confirmation, a closing statement, something to tell her that it was at last over. That was all he could give her, and, his face against her chest, he muttered silently.

"It's a stillborn," he whispered, and tears flooded her eyes at last. "Our baby. He's... dead."
82~Pregnant Reader
WHAI YOU DO THIS CRUEL MIND ;n;
I had a dream that my mum had my brother, and instead of coming out kicking and crying like she said he did, he was all still and cold... horrible dreams.

I just imagine Spain being the perfect lover. Comforting, sweet, and calming even in the worst of situations, even if he seems oblivious sometimes.
I wish there were more guys like him out there.
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You woke up again in the night. It had become common habit now, ever since that day you were left on Earth...
You'd been crying again. Your cheeks were wet with tears. Although you weren't aware of your crying, you understood why, and you sat up awkwardly as your hands affectionately stroked your rounded stomach, sobbing wildly as you remembered who's child you were carrying. That child was the reason for your constant heartache, whilst simultaneously being the reason for your grounding to your home planet.
It had been a shock. Not being left on Earth, that is, but finding out you were pregnant. You probably should have predicted it, seen as you were constantly nauseous every morning, amongst other things...
The Doctor had put it down to travel sickness, blissfully ignoring how you hadn't been travel sick before. You had wanted to believe him, wanted to think that things were so simple, but ever since you'd found out you had two hearts, your life had never been that simple. It was all monsters and aliens and Time Lord's, and it had overwhelmed you. The Doctor had been there to guide you by the hand, and you'd appreciated his comfort, perhaps a little too much.
He'd fallen into your life quite literally. You were heading out of your house to simply go shopping, and in the atrocious wind, a man had fallen from the tree in front of you. You'd taken a step back, frowning at the gangly creature that had landed in front of you, and he'd lifted his head from its grass bed and grinned manically, making you ever so slightly scared. His hair flew about wildly in the wind, making him look like a ratty professor.
"Hello!" He beamed, jumping to his feet.
"...You just fell from that tree." You pointed out, still keeping your distance. He looked up at the tree, and smiled again.
"Yes." He agreed.
"Why were you in the tree?" You asked.
"It's not a tree." He said nonchalantly. You started to think he was actually a madman that had escaped from an asylum.
"It's a tree." You said blankly. He shook his head.
"No it's not." He replied.
"Yes it is." You frowned again.
"No, it's really not."
"Then what is it?" You asked. You really wished you hadn't.
"It's a tree." He said. You sighed.
"But-"
"But..." He grinned. "It's not just any old tree." He paused for effect.
"What sort of tree is it?" You asked, little enthusiasm in your voice.
"An observations tree."
"A what?" You hadn't heard of that species before.
"An observations tree. Observes the world around it. Think of it like CCTV-...no, it's nothing like CCTV, more a person watching something remotely-"
"CCTV?" You lifted an eyebrow.
"Yes-...well, no. But if you want to think that, then yes. It's a CCTV tree."
"Observing what?" You asked. His smile grew. You were starting to find him unnerving.
"Ah, see, now you're getting it." He pointed at you as he grinned.
"Well?"
"I don't know." He said, but you could tell he was lying.
"It's in front of my house. Why?" You realised. He didn't make eye contact with you, preferring to glanced around at the tree. "It's observing me." Your eyes widened, knowing that you were right when he glanced at you, knowing that it meant that you were right. "Why?" You asked.
"I don't know." He said again. "I honestly don't know."
"And who's observing me?"
"Everyone." He said. His voice had become slightly darker like the sky.
"Everyone? Who's everyone?"
"The universe and some. Every influential race that exists. Every little alien and every big hairy monster that hides under your bed." A hint of a smile placed on his lips at your curious face.
"Monster? Alien?" You were in deep disbelief. He moved closer to you, speaking in a low tone as he averted his gaze to the tree.
"Out there, in the sky, on this planet, on almost every other planet in this whole massive universe, monsters exist. Monsters that can kill you in an instant, or monsters that can become your best friend."
"You're mad." You decided. He gave you a hurt look.
"What's made you so cynical?" He asked as he pulled a face.
You hadn't known then what the fob watch your father had given you had meant. But you had always carried it with you, and it had unknowingly changed your life. It had even made you forget everything about every little spaceship and alien.
He didn't want to believe that you were so cynical, so - calling you Miss Disbelief - he grabbed your hand and dragged you to his blue box, something which you had protested highly against. You'd attempted to bite his hand, but failed as your eyes fell on the interior of what he called his 'TARDIS'.
"It's...bigger...on the inside." You'd said in stunned amazement. He'd hidden a smile as he marched to the centre of the giant room.
You'd involuntary whispered "Time Lord technology," something that had caused the Doctor to flick his head to you instantly and skulk towards you like a vulture.
"Sorry, what?" He lowered his head.
"What?" You asked.
"What you just said?"
"I said it's bigger on-"
"After that. What did you say?"
"I didn't say anything." You answered honestly. He shook his head.
"No, no I heard you. You said 'Time Lord technology'."
"Time Lord? What's a Time Lord?"
He frowned slightly. You honestly didn't know what you'd said.
"Nothing." He smiled again, spinning away and walking slowly to the controls. You were left ever so slightly bemused.
It wasn't until you were staring at the coalition of dwarf planets that he noticed your fob watch.
He'd flown the TARDIS to the exact viewpoint where you could see a perfect line of seventeen dwarf planets of all different colours, illuminated beautifully by a foreign sun. You'd gasped as you held onto the door frame for dear life, and he'd smiled.
"But they're...they're planets!" You exclaimed.
"You catch on quick." He'd joked quietly. You were to amazed to punch him. As he'd looked to his feet with his hands in his pockets, he'd noticed your fob watch hanging from your jeans. It was the circular Gallifreyan that had caught his eye. His demeanour changed instantly, standing up properly and removing his hands from his pockets. You turned to him.
"What?" You narrowed your eyes.
"Your fob watch. Where did you get it?" He asked.
"I-...my father gave it to me. He said to keep it as safe as possible." You spluttered.
"When was that?" He pressed.
"I don't know, when I was four-"
"When was that? What was the year?"
"I-...I don't know. I can't remember." You said quickly, but a moments thought made you realise that you actually didn't know. "I can't remember..." You drifted off, holding the fob watch in one shaking hand. You hadn't really noticed the engravings until now, but you wondered what such confusing symbols meant.
"Open it." He pressed.
"Why?" You asked. He took hold of your hands and looked into your eyes.
"You have to trust me. Open it. I promise you, it'll change your life." He stared.
He couldn't have been more right.

You stared at the rain outside the window, hitting it without conviction, making the window cry too. You started to rock, humming slightly to a tune you remembered so well...

Life as a Time Lady was exciting, much more than real life. The Doctor - as he introduced himself - said it was too risky to take you back to your own house as the tree was still monitoring the place. He said he couldn't risk deactivating it as it would bring too much attention, so he'd leave it active. He suggested that you sell the house too and let someone *human* move in, so the tree would still think that you were there. The tree couldn't detect your Time Lord side and it had only been placed there as an inkling. He said that they wouldn't bother trying to track you, because the tree hadn't been monitored for quite some time. Still, he'd edited it to make it believe that you were dead. You hadn't liked that thought, but you supposed that your human side *was* dead.
He was clearly excited about finding another Time Lord, and although opening the fob watch had reinstated some memories, most of your memories were vague as you'd been disguised as human at such a young age. It physically hurt your head to think back, but the Doctor said it would get easier with time.
"It's like a freshly opened wound. It'll hurt a bit to prod it, and after a while it may start to itch," This made you frown, "But eventually it'll heal, albeit with a few scars." He nodded.
"So there will be things I don't remember?" You asked. He nodded again.
He said he'd show you everything there was to see, his enthusiasm rubbing off on you greatly as his smile only grew. It made you smile to see him do so.
"And by the time we're done," He began in a low whisper, inches away from your face, "They'll be nothing left to see."
This piece of information came as a shock to you, seen as you suspected that not even he had seen everything. Was he suggesting that he wanted you to stay travelling with him forever?
Forever was a big word.
"What makes you think that I want to come?" You asked, folding your arms.
"You have nowhere to go." He said. You shrugged.
"I could find somewhere. What makes you think that I want to travel in here with you?"
"Because...because you want to."
"How do you know that?" You asked.
"Because you haven't stopped smiling since you saw me." He let the corner of his mouth twitch, and you frowned to yourself. He was right. If that kept happening, that was going to get annoying.
"So are we going to fly around...counting stars...and stuff?" You absentmindedly walked around the TARDIS, glancing around you at the ceiling and floor alternatively.
"If you like." He glanced at you with his baby face. You ignored him as best you could. You couldn't ignore your flushed cheeks. You made sure to stay facing away from him.

OneRepublic. Counting Stars. It was all you could think about as you rocked. You stopped. Paused. Stood up. Looked out of the window at the starry, rainy sky. It was dark. Very dark. And you were freezing. Even with your dressing gown.
You placed a cold hand on the frozen window, looking intently up at the sky, feeling the mildewed window beneath your hand like poison being absorbed into your fragile skin.
"Rocketman." You whisper. "I miss you." You curl your mildewed hand. It should be holding *his* hand. Like it used to.

"Keep up!" The Doctor shouted as he grabbed your hand, pulling you along after him. You yelped, your whole body a step behind as you almost tripped, throwing yourself forwards to keep up.
"Doctor, wait! I'm not all gangly like you!" You exclaimed breathlessly, your words slightly skewered.
Even though you were running away from your new worst enemy - a Dalek - the Doctor seemed to be in an elated mood as he ran. You suspected that he was used to running away from things by his expert navigating of the twisting corridors of Zeta-Seven, a disused spaceport. He pulled you around each corner briskly, almost lifting you off the ground as he ran ahead.
"EX-TER-MIN-ATE!" A voice rang out behind you, and a stray shot from another Dalek whistled past your head, making your hearts jump simultaneously as you had the overwhelming feeling of dread wash over you. You didn't know that someone could feel so scared and so happy at the same time, but you were pretty sure that you were feeling just that. With the threat of multiple Dalek's making you petrified, and the joy of the Doctor making you euphoric, you grinned. Catching sight of your grin made the Doctor smile too, and you ran into the alien sunlight outside of the spaceport and into the darkness of the TARDIS, slamming the door shut behind yourself and the Doctor as the Time Lord quickly began to set the controls.
"Oh...my...god..." You breathed, taking deep breaths to control your breathing. The Doctor glanced over at your almost-collapsed form and grinned.
"You okay?" He asked. Your smile grew.
"That was so FUN!" You screamed. "Let's do it again!" You jumped in the air, pummeling an invisible Dalek as you grinned manically.
"Wow Shergar, I think we've had enough Dalek's for today." He raised his hands. He never thought he'd be the one reining *you* in. Your enthusiasm coupled with his energy was a dangerous combination. You were going to make a right couple...

You sighed as you looked at your bedside table, seeing that your cup of tea had gone cold. Again. You must have fallen asleep waiting for it to cool. You didn't bother moving it yet. You were still busy watching the stars in the sky, humming the tune to 'Stargazer' by Paloma Faith.
You had to sit down. Your back was killing you carrying all the extra weight of a child. So you sat on the edge of the bed with the blanket wrapped around you, staring out of the window. It wasn't as if you got much sleep anyway. Why change now? Even if you did sleep, you wouldn't dream.

You remembered sleeping one night, something which you didn't often do since becoming a full Time Lady. You remembered waking up suddenly, filled with a fear unfelt before. You'd had a nightmare.
Looking around you in your dark bedroom in the TARDIS, you suddenly felt very alone.
You hadn't been dreaming of monsters or aliens. You hadn't been dreaming of dying. You'd dreamt that you were alone.
And that the Doctor was gone forever.
You'd felt your eyes sting with tears as you'd curled up in a ball, your head buried in your knees as you tried to forget the nightmare.
As quick as lightning, you jumped up and ran out of the bedroom and all the way to the controls of the TARDIS, your heart thundering vigorously until you saw the Doctor standing there as always. He was absentmindedly pressing buttons on the controls with a childish intrigue on his face.
He instantly lifted his head at the sound of your bare feet hitting the floor, and looked over to you with a small smile. When he saw the worry on your face, his eyebrows arched, walking over to you and taking your hands in his.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked softly, lowering his head slightly as he peered into your eyes.
"I-..." Your voice was shaky. You swallowed. "Promise me that you'll never go away." You looked directly into his eyes, forcing him to promise. He squeezed your hands.
"What's brought this on?" His voice was so soft, slowly dissipating your sadness.
"Please, promise." You asked. Your voice became more frail whilst increasing with certainty. He nodded.
"Of course, I promise. I'll always be there for you, wherever you are. I'll be there, I promise." He said, and you wrapped your arms around him suddenly, stunning him slightly before he returned the hug. He kissed the back of your head.
"Thank you." You barely whispered, your voice almost lost in the dimensionally transcendental spaceship. He hugged you tighter.
"I'm not going anywhere." He soothed, sensing that you'd had a nightmare. You didn't let him go for a good long while.

You sobbed as you pulled the duvet over you, hugging a pillow tightly as you shut your eyes, curling your feet away from the edge of the bed. Your heart hurt so bad, and it wouldn't stop hurting, no matter what you did. The pain wasn't helped by the moving being inside you, giving your stomach a good kick as another trigger for another memory. You shook your head. You didn't want to remember that evening...

"And now, a great round of applause for our guests of honour for returning the famed Blue Admiral." The great man with the large beard said heartily, and the crowd broke into a round of applause as you curtsied and the Doctor bowed.
The Blue Admiral wasn't a butterfly, it was a painting of a black horse. You'd asked the Doctor why it was called that, and he'd said "The owner of the horse had a fetish over Blue Admiral butterflies."
"I love Blue Admirals, but I wouldn't name a horse after them." You'd said.
"No, he had a fetish of eating them." The Doctor added.
"Ah." You nodded, smiling politely at passers by. "Can we go yet?" You whispered. You were desperate to get out of the restricting deep blue dress you were wearing, the top half mimicking the wings of a Blue Admiral butterfly. It was a nice dress, but not the most comfortable to wear. You almost wanted to wear the Doctor's top hat and tails.
"Not yet." The Doctor whispered, offering his hand to you, and you took it as he led you down the last few steps of the grand staircase and onto the main floor. The ballroom floor.
"I can't." You whispered, glancing over the other pairs of people dancing slowly around the room to the gentle rhythm of Frank Sinatra's 'Around The World'.
"You can." The Doctor whispered, taking your other hand and turning you to face him. He placed a hand on your waist, a hand which made you feel all weird inside. All...fuzzy.
And he taught you how to dance, rocking gently to the song.
You apologised for stepping on his foot. Twice. And kicking his shin.
"I thought we weren't on Earth." You whispered with a smile.
"We're not." He whispered softly back.
"Frank Sinatra?" You questioned.
"He gets around." The Doctor said, and admiring your not-convinced expression, he glanced over at the wooden doors behind you. "Take a look." He smiled, and you glanced behind at the doors. You let him go, and walked through the crowds of slow-moving people, stopping at the doors and pulling them open.
You gasped. As you looked up at the sky, clouds of pink, purple and gold dust decorated the sparkling sky, stars very far away but densely packed exploding and reaching out to others in a well rehearsed dance. You walked forwards to stop the glare from the lights behind you, and failed to remove your eyes from the wonderful sight. Your hands held onto the edge of a stone balcony, reassuring you that you weren't going to fall off.
"Did I mention where we are?" The Doctor whispered into your ear. You shook your head, then glanced at him over your shoulder. "The horse-head nebula." He smiled, looking up at the sky as he stood next to you. "Right in the centre." He beamed to himself.
"It's..." You were speechless. It was beautiful. "It's..." You really couldn't think of anything to say.
Actions speak louder than words...
You turned around and kissed the Doctor. A most certainly meaningful long kiss. Something that he was not expecting, but which he didn't protest against. Your hands fell against his chest as you felt his hearts double in speed, mimicking your own as you felt his arms wrap gently around you, holding you close, pressing you to him because he was right.
You were all his. And that was probably why you'd let him take you by the hand away from the celebratory party, into the TARDIS...
...And why you let his wondering hand find the zip at the back of your neck...

You sobbed quietly. Meaningful sobs that would be heard by no-one. You didn't know why you were trying to hide your tears because no-one was there to hear them. Only your baby could feel them.
His baby.

The Doctor had been looking at you with some concern for a few days, seen as you could barely take one journey in the TARDIS without running off desperately to find the toilets before the TARDIS floor got a new coating of breakfast. Sometimes, however, you didn't even need to take a journey to feel nauseous.
"My driving isn't that bad!" He exclaimed as you ran off yet again, finding the toilets in quick haste before losing that morning's breakfast. Your throat burned, and you felt utterly awful. If it was the TARDIS, you thought, you'd curse it when you could speak.
"You're not okay." A voice had said from behind you, and you hung your head as you knelt on the floor.
"No, I'm not." You muttered, sighing inwardly. You felt a hand stroke your back, and turned your head right to see the Doctor crouching next to you.
"How long have you felt like this?" He asked softly, his hand still stroking your back.
"I don't know. A week, maybe. I can't tell." You shook your head. You couldn't be bothered thinking now. "Have I caught some sort of space bug?" You mumbled as you attempted a smile. He patted your back, standing up and pulling you up after him.
"Come on." He smiled, leading you back to your room to sleep off the illness.
You slept. A lot. You'd go through bouts of illness and then feel fine again.
And you suddenly felt very ill indeed as a sudden thought filled your head, and dread washed over you.
You'd sat up and ran to the control room, grabbing the Doctor by the shoulders and staring directly at him. His eyes were wide as he stared back at you.
"(Y/N)?" He lifted an eyebrow.
"Doctor, listen to me. I think I know why I've been ill!" You were moments away from shaking him. He slowly took your hands off his shoulders as he held them in his own to contain them.
"Explain..." He said slowly.
"You know the other week?" You asked, trying to be sensitive.
"Yes...no..." He frowned.
"The other week?" You tried to use your expressions to their maximum potential. He nodded, then slowly shook his head.
"No, sorry, what?" He asked.
"*That* other week?" You pressed gently. He stared at you dumbly. You sighed. "Horse-head nebula." Your eyes flattened. He paused. You jutted your jaw to one side.
He realised. Realisation hit him like a train.
"Oh...oh!" He realised, then grinned. You nodded. "Then? Oh, I remember!" He sounded proud. You inwardly sighed.
"Yes, well..." You encouraged to get him to realise, rolling a hand.
"What?" He frowned as he tried to figure out what you were implying.
"You know..." You tried. He really did try to figure out what you meant. You were going to have to be direct.
"I'm pregnant." You said blankly, suddenly feeling like a very weird concept for you. His eyes widened, and he stared for a while.
"You're pregnant? But-...but that means..." He let a grin spread across his face. You nodded.
"At least, I think." You added. "I mean, it's pretty logical." You said. "All things considered..." You drifted off in deep thought. You weren't allowed to stay in deep thought as the Doctor almost yelped and whooped, clapping his hands together and hugging you tightly, crushing the life out of you.
"Breath...air...breathe..." You squirmed. He stood back with his hands in your shoulders.
"You!" He exclaimed happily.
"Can we check, you know, so no hopes are raised...?" You asked sheepishly.
Of course, seeing the results laid out in front of you only made it more real, and made it more believable.
And made the Doctor more excitable.

You'd stopped crying now. Maybe because you'd cried your eyes out, or maybe because you remembered what had caused your grounding to Earth, and why...

The Doctor was livid.
"(Y/N)!" He shouted over and over again. You'd gone missing. On an alien planet. He ran about wildly between the various oak-looking trees and along the dusty, old paths and between old rusty buildings as he tried to find where you were. The rusty buildings were like small sheds, abandoned and left to time. They were curious to look at hidden between alien forests, illuminated by a constant sunset. That was why the Doctor had brought you there. You liked old things like that. And with the sunset...
"(Y/N)!" He shouted again. His eyes were red. He was breathless, which was saying something.
He found you. Very suddenly. Tied to a tree unceremoniously. Surrounded by what could only be described as humanistic fennec foxes. Void of any cuteness, all five of them simultaneously turned their heads to the Doctor and flattened their ears ferociously.
They growled, baring their teeth.
The Doctor gasped, taking a step back as they turned on him.
You lifted your head and saw him, screaming out.
"Doctor!" You shouted. You weren't afraid of death. But you feared for your baby's life. At around four months, you'd just begun to show your pregnancy, making you all the more aware of the dangers around you.
"I'm coming!" The Doctor shouted, then ran off with the foxes in tail as one stayed to guard you. It eyed you suspiciously. You bit your lip. You could hear the Doctor wailing in the distance as he ran.
"Why?" You narrowed your eyes. "Why do you want to do this?"
"Food." It muttered in a low whisper. "You are nutritious." It refused to make eye contact with you. It didn't want to acknowledge its dinner.
"Please." You began to sob. "I can't die. Don't let me. You don't want to eat me, I can see that. Let me go. I'll get food for you. I promise." You tried.
"You're nutritious." It repeated. It spared you a glance, glancing back again as it saw your face.
"I'm pregnant." You said quietly as tears slowly fell down your cheeks.
"We know." The creature admitted almost shamefully. "That is why we wish to eat you. You are sacred. You are nutritious."
"I'm scared." You said.
"I know." It muttered. It probed the ground with one paw, kicking around a few leaves.
"Let me go."
"We will starve."
"No you won't!" You exclaimed. "Let me go and I promise that I'll bring you food! I promise!" You demanded. It stared directly at you for a while.
"They will kill me. I cannot stay."
"Take food to them, and they'll praise you." You smiled. The naïve fox let you go without a second thought.
You both ran through the forest to the TARDIS.
"Wait here." You whispered, letting the creature in the TARDIS as you went to find the Doctor.
It didn't take you long. Just following the screaming and birds...
You caught his hand and dragged him to the TARDIS. You explained your plan. You executed your plan.
And the fox was hailed as a hero, and made the new leader of the group. He was praised as the bringer of life source...
...And that was the last thing you'd done with the Doctor.
Once everything had settled down, and the TARDIS had landed, the Doctor took hold of your hands, kissing them before squeezing them in his own.
"(Y/N), you know how much I care for you both." He smiled as he placed a hand on your stomach. "I'd move the Earth and sky to keep you safe. And I want you to be safe. And you can never *be* safe in the TARDIS."
Your heart sank as you realised what he was suggesting. You shook your head slightly.
"I'm safe. I'm with you." You stressed. He shook his head.
"No." He ran a finger over the small abrasions where the tight rope binds had bound you to the tree. "You can never be safe with me. Which is why..." He began. You shook your head again, and he stroked your hands. "...I'm saving you. I'm rescuing you one last time. And I promise you that wherever you'll be, you'll be safe because I'm always watching over you. Wherever you are. Night and day." He kissed your cheek. "I'll be there. I promise." He led you to the doors of the TARDIS, almost pulling you after him.
The scene ahead of you didn't fill you with joy. A house. A nice house. A nice house sandwiched between a row of others. A house numbered 23. A house to which the key lay in your hand when the Doctor placed it there.
"You have to understand that I'm not abandoning you. I'm never abandoning you. I'm saving you." He tried to convince himself.
"No, I'm not going, I'm safe with you." You held onto his arm. He looked away, as if the very thought of you protesting hurt him. Which you hoped it did.
"You're safe here." He guided you out of the TARDIS doors, and you were reluctantly pulled along.
"No, no please, don't." You cried. He smiled melancholicly.
"(Y/N)..." He let you hug him, stroking your head with an affectionate hand. He lifted your chin, and kissed you. One last bittersweet kiss.
"Because I love you." He stepped back, tearing you from his grip as he stepped into the TARDIS and shut the door. You screamed. You wailed.
You stepped back as it dematerialised. And your arms dropped.
And you took a deep breath.
And exhaled.
In quick succession.

You breathed gently. You'd barely come to accept his decision to leave you on Earth, but it was easier now than it had been. It didn't mean that you could sleep any better. You couldn't. But it helped your body settle, and your stomach stop churning, and your hands stop shaking, and your eyes stop crying.
You stared at the stars, like always. You knew he was out there somewhere. And if you had your own spaceship, you'd follow him without a second thought. After only being you and him for so long, being alone was hard to handle.
Your thoughts drifted to your first encounter again. How he'd fallen from the tree. Your little tree-hugging rocketman.
You stood up almost instantly. You had an inkling.
Wrapping your dressing gown around you, shoving your slippers on, you went to the window and opened it wide, leaning out as much as you could, and you shouted to the darkness outside.
"Doctor, I know you can hear me!" You shouted. You grinned. "Because that tree isn't a tree, is it?!" You must have sounded crazy to anyone else. Luckily, it was the dead of night. "Doctor, I need you now more than ever! I'm scared." Your voice dropped. "I'm so scared, and I'm so alone. I don't want to stay here. I want to be with you." You barely whispered as your hopes began to fall.
"Right here. Right now..." You felt tears brimming at the edge of your eyes. "Where are you...?" You whispered. Your head hung low.
A voice. A soft purring voice. A familiar soft purring voice. Behind you.
"Right here..." The voice whispered. You smiled. You turned around and saw a man standing there just out of sight of the moonlight. The shadows embraced him, but you didn't need the light to know who it was.
"Doctor..." You whispered. You could feel your hearts thundering away. He stepped forwards, letting the moonlight illuminate him like it did you.
"(Y/N)." He smiled, a great, sad, warm smile. He stepped towards you, and gently hugged your stunned figure, being careful not to press your stomach. You wrapped your arms around him, closing your eyes tightly as you embraced the warmth he gave you. You listened to his hearts beating, and it filled you with so much happiness to hear him. He kissed your cheek, and you smiled, pressing your head into his shoulder even more.
"I don't.. want to stay..." You whispered. "Don't leave without me."
"Ssh." He soothed. "I'm here now." He rocked you gently.
You stood like this for a while.
He stood back. And stared at you for a moment.
"You've grown." He smiled, lifting his eyebrows.
You managed a laugh. "Yeah, I suppose I have." You placed a hand on your stomach, feeling the restless baby inside. It was as if it could sense who was standing near.
"You've grown a lot." He frowned. You frowned back.
"What's that supposed to mean?" You pouted.
"Nothing." The Doctor snapped a little too quickly. You frowned, but didn't ask any more. He stepped towards you, and placed his hands on your stomach with a grin. He looked between you and his hands.
"It's...it's moving." He smiled, feeling the baby kick him hard. He grinned like a madman; that unnerving, adorable smile.
"It does that." You nodded.
"But...it's moving!" He seemed almost in disbelief like the concept of pregnancy was alien to him. You rolled your eyes.
"I'd hope it was." You nodded again. You took his hands in yours. You held them tightly like he could disappear any second.
"Rocketman, don't ever leave me again." You whispered. You kissed him. You'd missed this. You made it count.
And so it happened that you finally got to sleep peacefully. With the arms of your Doctor wrapped lovingly around you, holding you closer than ever before, and you held his arms close to you to make sure he wouldn't wonder off again. And he wouldn't.
For a while.

It happened. I had to. Kill me, why don't you.

It's a reader insert. *grins* A fluffy one.

It had to happen.

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