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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.
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I got caught up with school and stuff.
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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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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

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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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“Darkness lies beyond those hills, _______________...”

That's all you could see, as it were anyways.

Your father's voice rang out quietly from every direction. Though quietly, it felt as if he were standing there, speaking, right beside you. You looked around in confusion, your head turning to and fro.

“...Father? Father, where are you?!”

As if answering your beckon call, he abruptly materialized in front of you. His face was more pale than you remembered it being, almost deathly.

“This is all your fault, _______________...”

You felt stunned by his words, and stood frozen in place. Then anger overtook your moment of surprise, and, with fists trembling, you retorted harshly, “How is any of this my fault?! You were the one who not only handed me over single-handedly to a vampire, but also ruined my life!! I did everything you ever asked, but still you--”

Your father's hollow chuckle interrupted your venting. “Do you really think any of that matters now, _______________....?”

It was at this time darkness completely enveloped the environment, leaving you and your father standing on a pure black plain of nothingness. His eyes narrowing to slits, a dark, bitter smile crossing over his lips, and he outstretched his hands.

“All I did was give you the life you deserved. I knew you'd be happy eventually...even better that you'd have someone to take care of you, live forever...but you always were such an ungrateful brat.” He snorted as if he found everything humorous. “Why don't you just shut up and take what you can get? It's better than being stuck in a lowly, run down village. But I cannot deny I feel a little regret...perhaps you did deserve better...but then, you were always a piece of shit just like your mother was. You both are just too much alike. After everything I did for your mother, still she cheated on me. And now, you both have even gone so far as to come back and haunt me in my dreams... I love, and hate, you, _______________...”

Your throat was constricting tightly. Why...Why did he always have to speak so disrespectfully towards you? Couldn't he simply love you for all that you are, without having to say such hurtful things? He was always cutting you down, telling you how fat and ugly you were, regardless of whether you were or not...

Then, at that moment, it felt as if you were watching a movie as your anger boiled over, and you howled in maddening rage towards the man you called “father.” Just as you did so, you felt two pointed teeth jut out from your top jaw, and strangely taller somehow. It all felt so surreal... Your father cringing back in fear, yelling words you didn't care to register nor understand, your own eyes narrowing the longer you stared at the lowly man in front of you.

Your thoughts were no longer your own. In fact, it felt as if you were reliving another part of someone's life. The vast gap of difference in raw power between the two parties was evident to you as you watched through this stranger's eyes. A smirk played upon your lips as you towered over your father's trembling figure, your mere presence alone expressed just how little his life mattered to you, and with one strong hand, you bent down to grip him by the scruff of his shirt, shoving him with an unknown and seemingly limitless strength against the wall. Purring, you exhaled your cool breath onto his neck, which he exposed willingly out of fear towards you. Oh, how you relished that feeling of domination over your victims. Now he was begging for mercy, and possibly wondering how he was going to get out of your grasp. These alone made you chuckle deeply in your throat.

“Please...please have m-mercy, _______________...! I- I simply did what you requested of me!! Wasn't giving you my worthless daughter enough?! We both won--!”

“No one wins, but I, Timb...” you heard your strange voice say your father's name with a large drop of venom. “That was your first mistake. And now...I'm going to make you suffer for the rest of your miserable life. How dare you treat myself, and my mate, like nothing more than an object only meant to be used and then discarded...? But it is your treatment of such a valuable woman that has come back to pay you in full, father.”

Your voice dropped an octave deeper, sounding closer to the current man you slept beside every night. “Rive now, Timb...struggrling to breath and fight a poison you can never hope to cure without my mercifurl aid.” And with that, your teeth were plunged deep into the filthy skin of the man you called father, ignoring his cries of pain and weeping for someone, anyone, to save him.


“N-NO...!!!”

Your body bucked upwards, practically launching into the air, but a pair of arms caught you and pressed your trembling form back against their front before you call fall back against the mattress.

“_______________...? Nani--”

Hearing Kiku's familiar voice only caused you to freak out, the dream still fresh in your mind, as you instantly remembered an equally horrific nightmare from only a few hours previously that night...One you inwardly hoped was not truly reality, but the aftertaste in your mouth was proof otherwise. Meanwhile, your continued strengthened struggling nearly had Kiku growling as he quickly subdued your actions by keeping your arms pinned to your chest and stayed your bodily lurches with his own arms; holding you ever closer to his chest. “Shh shh! Quiet now, my white chrysanthemum...shhh...shizuka*...”

Surprisingly, his soothing action of cooing softly to you calmed your nerves. Your body quivered uncontrollably, sweat dampening your face and neck, the salt of your skin causing the two holed wounds on the side of your neck to sting slightly, and you unable to resist leaning into Kiku's warmth for combined support and comfort. You were still shivering by the time Kiku turned you about to face him to observe your face, still keeping your smaller form pressed up against him as if in protection. His lavender swirled eyes met your fragile gaze with reassurance resting behind the pupils, but though his words may have worked before, they could only go so far. You were still pretty shaken, and averted your eyes from his quickly. Th-That dream just now...so real...b-but father...is my father in danger...?

Slowly, your eyes turned upwards at Kiku almost in a pleading manner, with your voice, annoyingly, coming out in a soft whimper, after you cleared your throat to speak. “My father...I th-think...need to see... my f-father...”

Instantly, his gaze hardened and he scoffed, pressing your head sideways to rest against his chest. “No, you don't. He is gone and out of your rife now. There is no need for you to rerlive such pain by seeing him.”

Your eyes were slowly beginning to leak tears after hearing him speak such words. Just what did he mean by “gone and out of your life now”? I mean, sure, you could say you practically hated your father for everything he had done and said to you over the years you lived under his roof, but you never wanted him dead. There was not one time in your life where you wished any sort of fate similar to such upon him. If anything, you normally pitied him, but that was before you discovered that he gave you away within a heartbeat...where was the love in that? Did he even feel love towards you, his eldest daughter? Or were you always considered a pawn he used to get more of what he wanted out of life?

Squirming again in his arms, you fought to lift your head so you could look the vampire straight in the eyes, your body still shaking against him. “N-No! Kiku---I mean Master, I need to s-see him! ...Regardless of how he treated me, I do still love him...” Hesitating, you added on in your private, suspicious thoughts, Or is the reason you can't because it was his blood you were covered in that night?

Silence fell over the entire castle after that last statement you made, about still loving and wishing to see your father, spilled off your tongue and danced around inside the Asian vampire's eardrums. You held your breath, watching his form still, eyes now cold and brown, no longer with hints of swirling lavender and certainly no red mirrored there.

Unbeknownst to you, Kiku's own mind was beginning to reel with countless theories. Why was she patronizing him so much on this, even if it wasn't necessarily constant? She seems to be catching hints here and there...but how? I must speak to Arthur-san. He may know exactrly how to handrle this. His eyes coasted over your form slightly in confusion. She and I appear to be...rinking subconsciousrly...much stronger as of rate. But how is this possibrle...?! That shourldn't come into effect untirl after we have mated officiarrly! And that won't be abre to occur until all the preparations are comprete.

With Kiku lost in his own thoughts, you finally glued your gaze off to the side from his expression, staying silent. Who knows how long it would take for Kiku to open his blasted mouth again? He was so annoying sometimes.

And then, unable to keep yourself from having the last word, you sneered, “Unless, of course, you're too much of a monster to even remember half of who you kill. Must be nice, having no conscience or feeling, isn't it, Master?”

Much to your surprise, his fingers resting on your hip suddenly tightened sharply, but you smirked weakly to yourself though you couldn't keep your wince from showing. He may not kill me, but even if I have to suffer, I'm not going to make this easy for him. The disgusting mongrel deserves whatever crap comes to him after everything he's done!

However, again much to your amazement, his anger dissipated shortly thereafter, and he kissed you. And once more, as you've done so many times in the past, you didn't even attempt to kiss back, or now rather, had to resist the urge to do so. That sixth sense never lingering too far away always drove you to be tempted whenever it came to any form of intimacy with the vampiric man in front of you, though your bitterness of last night's activities helped you throw up a wall of resistance, but even that was pushing your willpower. Admittedly, it honestly made you sick to your stomach much of the time, but without any real effective way to block these feelings...how could you control it?

He disgusts me... You met his gaze when he opened them briefly while kissing you, yours having never officially stayed shut. Now feeling him kiss you with more pressure, you used all your self-control to drive your hate and disgust felt towards him simply through eye contact, your emotions clearly stated without having said a word with such a look. You disgust me, Kiku Honda! I hate you!

Almost as if he sensed your feelings, he pushed you down underneath him on the bed, kissing you harder and even sucking lovingly on your bottom lip. You gasped in pain feeling his fangs brushing tender skin once again, easily making small cuts around old injuries that had healed mostly just a short time ago, but were reopened and cut deeper into now. A squeak left your lips, and your body automatically stiffened in fear when he pressed his body down against you. He was partly nude, after all – thankfully his lower half was covered this time. Wait, didn't he usually sleep naked with you? When did he put pants on? Though if it was to help hide a certain body part, it merely did the job of covering it, not disguising how he was surely feeling.

Unable to struggle any longer, you laid there beneath him, letting him do as he wished. He soon pulled away to observe you while he straddled your hips. It was as if he was trying to read your circulating thoughts, though you couldn't imagine why, since they had never had anything good to say about him anyway.

“...I wirl go grab you something to eat. Wait here.” And with that, he rose and left you alone in the room.

Bemused, you made no movement for a few minutes, before sitting up and rubbing your head. He is so hard to read sometimes...how am I ever going to figure out what his weakness is...? I wonder how long that wolf man will wait before shredding our deal... Lost in your thoughts, you barely noticed when Kiku approached with a loaf of bread, an apple, and a glass of water to offer to you.

“Here. Eat and drink now, watashi no chrysanthemum.” You squeaked feeling his arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you to “sit” in his lap while he expected you to eat simultaneously. However, feeling such an unfamiliar, yet at the same time familiar, stabbing in your lower back made your cheeks flush a deep red and your eyes drop to the food and drink that you now held. G*d...is he always going to hold me extra close when he's hard...?? Please Lord have mercy...

Very slowly, you raised the loaf of bread to your lips to take a bite, and finding it somehow appetizing, continued once you had swallowed. At first, the two of you simply sat there, but before long, Kiku unexpectedly asked, “What does that taste rike?”

Shocked, you twisted your head around and asked, frustratingly so, “Why does it matter? Better than blood probably, of that I can assure you.” With an annoyed huff, you turned back around in his arms and lap, keeping in mind you hadn't thanked him for grabbing food for you, and continued chewing. You had no intention of showing any appreciation towards him, either!

Of course, your stubbornness was short lived. As soon as you had turned back around, you managed to take a couple more bites of your grain-based food before feeling a vice grip take hold of your wrist holding said food, making you yelp sharply in pain. Eyes wide with fear, and a panic settling inside your chest, your head flinched to the side furthest from his voice when he spoke in a dangerous tone, “If I were you, watashi no chrysanthemum, I'd learn to show some respect towards your Eirko mate.” Then clenching you tighter, he added on in an amused, darkened tone, “Unress you just enjoy me hurting you...? Sadistic rittrle woman, aren't you? I never wourld have expected it, coming from such an innocent and pure girl rike yourserlf.”

Feeling his grip only tighten all the more, you feared both the current pain coursing up and down your arm, and also the aura he gave off. It was as if he was pure madness himself, getting off on such behavior towards you! He genuinely seemed to be enjoying frightening and hurting you.

Knowing how strongly you felt about the previous night didn't seem to matter, and how you wished you could have resisted him longer...but unfortunately, the flesh is weaker than the mind. There was no way you would be able to sustain the pain if your wrist became broken. So, with tears sliding free from the well in your eyes, you clenched your eyelids shut and half whimpered, half shrieked, “L-Let me go! Please let me go, master!!” You shivered in his clutches, but thankfully he released your wrist, letting it drop down onto his right thigh, to which you carefully began to cradle against your own body. You held back your soft whimpers of pain, but inwardly you were highly terrified. How much longer would you have to suffer?? Life truly was terrible to you. God must hate you, or surely he wouldn't have allowed such a mess to befall you.

Silence settled in. But soon, Kiku was holding you in a cradling form but sideways now as he simply allowed you to rest in his lap. His right hand's fingers ran slowly through your hair, his ears listening to your sniffles here and there. “If you wourld onrly accept your fate, then no further punishment wourld need to be prompted, my rove...why must you do this to yourserlf? Or is that why you stayed in such a miserable prace before, because you secretly enjoy it, you masochist...?”

You said nothing, and only attempted to relax under his gentle fingertips now running through your hair and horizontally both directions along your scalp. Though angry and now in mild pain, you couldn't resist the comfort he offered. After all, it was really all you could do to please his insatiable need to be as close to you as possible. And perhaps you began to find these calm moments almost enjoyable, but not to be meaning you felt any form of tenderness for this vampire. Besides, this kind of affection was much preferred over ones that required one, or the both of you, to be nude...given last night was the first of its kind, but you dreaded imagining what was surely to come.

Swallowing thickly, you took a risk and peeked your eyes open to look at him. Instantly your pupils met his, causing your heart rate to fluctuate in place for a second, but it was then that something rather peculiar happened. True you were thinking intensely of Kiku at that moment, though none positive, you began to see a sort of...movie...begin to play out in the reflection of his eyes for a handful of seconds. You saw what appeared to be a wolf covered in blood, with a bloodied hand reaching back from what appeared to have been strangling the coarse furred neck hair, and immediately you screamed.

Kiku winced and then snarled in aggravation, gripping your shoulder with one hand and the other on your opposing hip. “Nan desu yo ka??? You keep screaming and quite frankrly, I'm---......” His voice dropped off seeing how scared you appeared, your good hand now covering half of your face, and oddly enough his own voice softened. “____________________-san...” Tenderly he took your good hand from over your face to be held in his hand, eying you with a shimmer of concern, and lavender swirled eyes, radiating all throughout from his pupils. “Prease, terl me what you saw.”

Afraid to look him back in the eyes for what you might see, you nodded numbly, clenching his hand in anxiety. “Th-There was...a dead wolf p-person... I-I think he was strangled....i-in the reflection of y-your e-eyes-s-s....”

********Kiku's Point of View********

Once ____________________-san told me what she had seen, reflected in my eyes no less, I couldn't move for a long moment. In all of my years and experience, I have never heard of this occurring. Not for any currently living, or passed, vampire and their mate for that matter. So why was it you were starting to...accumulate hints of past events? Ones he committed no less, and through his eyes?! No, no I need time, but first of all: contact Arthur-san and discuss the possibilities of the causes. In the meantime, maybe she has stayed cooped up in my castle a bit long. Once she steps out with me for a breath of fresh air, perhaps these sort of 'hallucinations' will stop. Because, most of all: she can't know the truth.

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You let out a heavy sigh. It was just another one of those days of being locked away in a castle with no purpose to your life other than pleasing your “mate”, and boy was it already getting old. According to your captor, you had been there only a few months, specifically three, but it felt like it had been closer to half a year. Currently you were massaging your future lover's feet, being that if you didn't comply, he would most likely pull another move like he had done the previous night. Something you were very fearful of.

It still haunts me...not that I should expect it not to, since it just happened last night. You couldn't keep the tears from falling as you kneaded the soles of the vampire's feet. I don't know how much longer I can stand this...this overwhelming pressure. I'd rather just die than face another day. Some days I feel more like a slave than a person anymore... and he's always so secretive! I don't understand why. Your eyes gazed back upwards at the man who currently sat idly, head resting in his right hand that was elevated by his elbow resting on his knee as he studied some old parchment held in front of him. Every now and then you would hear him make an aggravated sigh, which usually ended with him setting the ancient animal skin down in favor of a new one he had stacked with many others, including scrolls and books, to the side. Whatever he was up to, it was clear to you that he did not want any disruptions.

Come to think of it...I think I saw that adorable green bunny this late morning when he opened the window to let out one of his messenger owls. Not that--

“____________________-san, don't rose your focus.”

Heat rose up in your cheeks when you heard him say such words to you. “O-Of course, master... I'm sorry.” As you vigorously renewed your rubbing and massaging along the soles of his feet, since you had accidentally gotten lost in your thoughts, you stole another glance up at the vampire's face. Again, he wore an impatient expression as he now grabbed a book and began to flip through it fervently. Your eyes quickly moved away to focus instead on your task at hand, not looking to be reprimanded again. But just HOW long am I going to be expected to sit here and massage his feet?! My hands are getting exhausted!

Just as you thought that, you decided to ask your “master” about at least switching tasks, though you knew you might be treading on eggshells. Choosing your words wisely, and not letting your hands stop their movements no matter how sore they were, asked in a soft, pleading voice, “Master Kiku...? Would it be alright if I rested my hands for a while, please?”

As soon as you saw his reaction, you wished you hadn't spoken at all. He was clearly agitated, having turned his attention reluctantly away from what he was reading to eye you with a look of disapproval, before rolling his eyes. “If you are so patheticarly weak as to need a break after only thirty minutes, then fine. But you must stay put, and not reave my rine of sight.”

You instantly nodded, expressing gratitude though a part of you also wanted to stomp his foot. “Of course, master... Thank you.” Sighing softly, you rested your hands in your lap and stayed sitting on your knees, thinking once more. Maybe after a break, he'll let me do something else. Like retrieve books for him or something... Good Lord I'm SO BORED!!!

And that's when you saw it.

You blinked once, then twice. Followed by a thrice blink.

There was something that looked like a small python, peeking from around a pile of books in the study the two of you were currently occupying. But it's colors were unlike anything you had ever seen before: with the entire torso seemingly able to camouflage itself among its surroundings that in turn sufficiently disguised its true scale coloring, but with eyes as dark a red as blood.

“...Umm, Master Kiku–”

“HUSH!”

You froze in place, not understanding why Kiku was so curt with you today, as Kiku kept his eyes on an old parchment spread out in his lap before him; his brow furrowed in obvious discontent. You pursed your lips in frustration, and peeved silently. What was with him today?? As far as you could tell, it must have something to do with the way he forced you to pleasure him the previous night. Maybe he felt you did a poor job? Well, that wouldn't have surprised you, considering you weren't exactly a willing accomplice.

However, your mind didn't stay too focused on the others abnormal behavior for the day, returning your attention to the creature. The python had coiled upon itself as if preparing to strike an attack. Disregarding his prior treatment towards you, and that this could be your saving grace, you reached out on impulse as if to pull Kiku away while simultaneously screaming out a warning.

“KIKU, watch out...!!!”

No sooner had you spoken and taken action, the snake had propelled itself from the bookcase it sat on only a few feet away: heading straight for the Asian vampire's throat, fangs glinting dangerously as it flew towards its intended target at breakneck speed.

:star: End of Chapter 5 - Part I :star:
GREETINGS ALL!!! XD Sorry for this one being so short!! Lol Umm, so I was writing more on it tonight and I realized that this chapter needed to be cut in HALF. :iconchinaxdplz: Otherwise it was going to be just WAY too massive, just like how Chapter 3 was!^^; So nein, I needed to publish part of it first before I continued! I guarantee you're going to like what's to come! Or if not...ah, who am I to judge? If you're curious, wait and find out! :iconsqueeeplz: Ah...and I am SO SORRY for the late update! Dreadfully so...ugh, I'm nearly done with a couple other fanfic's people have been waiting on, gosh I'm SO SORRY!! :iconohgodwhyplz: Please find it in your hearts to forgive me? Por favor? Onegai? :iconbegplz:


OH and btw? I have NO IDEA how many chapters this will be!! LOL Omgosh, I remember saying before it was going to be only approximately 5 chapters...but then it occurred to me: how in the h* did I expect Japan to fall into a kinder heart state so quickly unless I rushed it? As IF. >//< Sooooo, yeah, look for this to be AT LEAST 10 chapters long, but probably more! Lol The next part shouldn't take much longer! I've been having sparks of inspiration and the ideas are flowing again, dear readers! FLOWING I SAY! :evillaugh: I have something very dark in mind for the reader in the near future...poor dear, but truly, know that there WILL be a happy ending in the end! One way or another. :meow: Anyways, I'm in the mood to write more, so expect the next part soon!^^ Have a great day lovelies! And as always: please feel free to leave a comment^^


There will be more excitement in the next chapter, PROMISE! :icondeaththekidbegplz:


Btw: I STILL plan for the next chapter to contain a bit of sexiness, and then a LOT of emotional stuff...feels and whatnot... yeaaaah, but not to worry! :iconclapsplz:



The basic plot is a Dark!Vampire!Japan that will eventually turn more into a Loving!Vampire!Japan. Eh, if you don't like it, okay – but that's what I want to have happen, so shall it be written, so shall it be done! (In due time) :iconsmileblushplz:


||  Author's Note: Ah yes, and if you don't like Kiku's accent? I'm sorry, I am, but: I'm not changing it. I am not stupid, I KNOW other ways I could go about writing it in there, etc. I went to college and graduated with a Bachelor's, I'm pretty sure I can do whatever I want with it, but I LIKE HIS ACCENT being written in there. Thank you for your advice, concerns, blah, but leave meh alone on the subject! I am a dummy! I love you all still! Even those that commented on it - please don't worry, I'm not trying to single anyone out. I just got QUITE a few on one chapter, and after so many, it rather annoyed me XD So yes, just throwing that out there^_^  ||

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Chapter 4: Dark/Loving-Vampire!Japan*Reader: Prisoner {Ch.4}
Chapter 5 - Part I:  :star:
Chapter 5 - Part II: In progress~
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Uta x reader: Inept [3/?]

Disclaimer: I don't own TOKYO GHOUL nor do I own the image but this fan fiction is mine 

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Months were spent sparring with Uta, months were spent honing your skills of perception and reflexes. You weren't the best fighter in the world but you could hold you own against a really good brawler. Even you shy demeanor had been transformed into a fierce and intimidating one.  

"Uta." you called, "What are you planning?" you placed your elbow on his back and leaned over his shoulder. He didn't answer, so took his ear into your mouth.

"I'll bite this off if you don't tell me." you threatened.

"And I'll bite something else off if you don't get off me." your face turned extremely red and you backed off. You could hear Uta snickering lowly and that made you dizzy. How much more in love with him could you get? 

"Uta, what are we?" you asked without thinking. Your hand shot over your mouth as you watched him freeze up, "Ha. Ha. Sorry that slipped." you could feel your heart breaking before you, as the anxiety stormed your thoughts. Even though your demeanor had changed, you were still unable to get rid of your social anxiety. 

"[F/n]." you heard him call. You didn't move an inch, you were frozen. The thoughts were taking over your brain,  attacking your nervous system. "[F/n] ." he called out your name again,this time he was in front of you. He had noticed the little quake in your fingers and pressed his lips against yours. This wasn't the first time he had to do this, but he wasn't complaining. You tasted of his favorite thing, human. Your lips were soft. He liked the way they'd swell up as he kissed them again and again, he loved the way you'd blush after he was done. The feelings in his heart were getting harder and harder to ignore.

"[F/n]" his tone was husky and deep. His lips trailed from your lips down to your throat and he nibbled at your collar bone softly. A soft gasp left your mouth as he scooped you up in his arms and carried you off into his room.

"U-uta!" you cried out, snapping out of your trance, "S-Stop!" you panicked. His lips were once again attached to your collarbone.

"If I don't take your virginity can I continue? I won't ever touch you below the waist, I just need this intimacy." he promised.

"I'm not a—." he cut you off with a sly smirk.

"I know you're a virgin."  He chuckled softly, "My virgin. I love you." he had finally said it. His heart breathed out a sigh relief.

"I love you too Uta. Let's stay like this for awhile." he nodded softly.

Little did you both know...things were subject to change and people would soon go their own separate ways.

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Uta x reader: Inept [2/?]

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College *AU

[A/n: this series probably going to have a bad ending]
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"And so as one has stated art is~ Oh hello [L/n]-San how nice of you to join us!" Your professor says with mock sweetness. You bow softly and hand him the note from the infirmary. He knows why you're late, but is tired of it. He keeps tight lipped and only lets a loud sigh escape while he shakes his head at you. You quickly choose a seat, not paying any attention to whom you've sat next to.

"Hello [F/n]-chan." Uta greets causally. Your face immediately goes red and you focus on taking notes. Uta sighs, feeling a bit dejected as he listens to the lecture. He doesn't understand why you don't talk to him like you used to. He had really grown to like you and how much you've matured. He likes the way you have virgin skin and the way your hair is [H/l]. He likes that you're shy but he doesn't like that you're too shy to even look at him now. He is in love with you and he doesn't like that feeling but he wants the feeling to be acknowledged by you. He's truly conflicted
After class, while you're gathering your books and what not, Uta drops a small note on your desk and silently walks away.

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"You should totally go! He took the liberty of inviting you!" Your friend is lecturing you and your just biting your lip and standing there awkwardly. "Please go. Renji told me that Uta's been acting funny lately, maybe you could cheer him up."

"I have nothing to wear." you said in a meek voice. Your friend smirked at you and you knew what she was talking about.

"I'm not wearing that batman outfit!"

"Pleasssse it looks cute on you!" After twenty straight minutes of begging you ended up putting on the batman outfit. It wasn't anything extra special just: black thigh highs with a bat symbol on them, yellow leggings, and a black tee with a yellow batman symbol on it, and knee high black and yellow chuck taylorz. She also made you tie your hair up into a messy bun. She dropped you off at Hysy but as soon as you stepped out of the car she took off. Sighing, you shyly walked to the door and knocked. There wasn't an answer so you just entered.
When you walked in you were intrigued by the number of creative mask on the wall. You were so dazed with Uta's work you hadn't noticed him leaning against the door frame, nor had you noticed him shift to standing next to you.

"Boo!" he whispered in your ear.

"UWAAAA!"You screeched and jumped a bit, your hand resting over your chest.

"You haven't changed a bit, have you?" you sniped,once you recovered.

"Sorry [F/n]-chan~" he snickered while he helped you up,"But getting you angry is the only way I've could have ever gotten you to speak. You know that." His statement wasn't one of incendiary motives. It was in fact very true. When you were in public speaking and debate and got very angry, then you'd get very 'passionate'.

"I guess...how are you Uta-San?"

"I'm fine...just a bit lonely ." he sighed walking towards you. You walked backwards, "How are you..."you suddenly found it hard to speak. His aura was suffocating and you couldn't breathe right. Without warning you collapsed onto your knees, trying to catch your breath.

"You're such a meek little ghoul hybrid [F/n]-chan... How are you ever going to defend yourself from the CcG?" Uta asked his presence was choking you. He bent down and pinched your nose, forcing your jaw upwards with his hand shut to stop your breathing and your panic attack.

"Stay with me...let me protect you...I'll teach you everything there is to know." with his dominating aura you'd had no choice but to say yes.
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This day was inevitable; you had been anxiously anticipating it for quite some time now. For someone with such a beautiful form, it was hard to believe the thoughts that circulated in your head were conjured up in this society. Pondering endlessly on the cruelties of this world only made them a closer reality; and yet ignoring them made life transparent, like an endless empty void that was inescapable. Although Sibyl could easily read your state of mind, it’s not like your inner thoughts were projected onto an IMAX screen. If they were, you’d only hope that everyone was looking away. The darkest parts of your mind were not for innocent eyes to see. Because your thoughts were deep, philosophical.

 

 

Murderous.

 

 

    At times, the ideas of a nuclear explosion, mass plague, or aliens annihilating everything here seemed like a warm Christmas Eve dream. The idea of the oppressive Sibyl System destroyed and its supporters dead brought the most pleasing of smiles to your face. You’d finally be free from the shackles of technological enslavement. Everyone would be. But nothing gets passed a street scanner, and soon you were one in a number. You were the type of trash Sibyl was designed to eliminate and seclude. And yet, that very system was the reason all of these sinful thoughts plagued your mind.  It was that twisted and sick sense or irony you so loved.

     

 

You were the criminal mind personified.

 

 

You were an enemy of Sibyl.

 

 

    When he came to visit you, you saw that girl from his job that he had talked about from time to time. His partner in crime. Both characters sported their uniforms, and that was confirmation enough for you. In that stomach churning moment, you knew it wasn’t going to be like his past several visits. He wasn’t going to send soft kisses across your skin. He wasn’t going to let you indulge in exhilarating copulation. He wasn’t going to defy his duties as an Enforcer. He wasn’t going to let you leave alive- not with a 379 Crime Coefficient. This was the end you knew you were destined to meet, so without a fight, you surrendered to your pursuers. Running wouldn’t do any good now.

     

 

You were ready.

 

 

    With your head bowed, your only focus now was on the cold concrete touching your bare feet. Looking into his eyes simply put too much weight on your chest. Even if your time together was simply for stress relief and pleasure, to say you hadn’t grown fond of the man would be a lie. The two of you shared similar thoughts and ideals, and his presence eased you. With him around, things made more sense, and alienation became so small. He was the one tangible person in this world of circuits and plastic.

     

    But he had a job to do, and you had a fate to meet.

     

     

    Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

     

     

 

His name would be the last words to escape your lips, and his Dominator would take the life that he had secretly cherished.

 

 

But both of you would meet again one day – right where latent criminals belonged.

 

 

South of Heaven.

WOAH. My first Psycho-Pass story. YEH. I absolutely love Kogami, and so I had to write a story for him.

I PROMISE TO MAKE A MORE SERIOUS AND PSYCHOLOGICAL STORY FOR HIM SOON. JUST YOU WAIT. BUT I'VE HAD THIS IDEA IN MY HEAD FOR AGES SO I HAD TO GET IT OUT. pffffft. Okay.

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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.”

~0~

“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:

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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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"Veit!" You heard Germany yell behind you. You frowned and spun around holding onto your suitcases.
"Nothing you say will change my mind Germany. I'm not ging to work with you any longer!" You yelled at him.
"But _______ vhat don't you like here?" he asked bewilderd
"MY BOSS!" You yelled "My sucky suck boss whos soldiers treat me like a toy and whom dosen't take me seriously!"
You were a new country who had a large gunpowder and oil resource. Your country was very beautiful and full of feilds.  There was a war going on between Germany and Russia and you decided to allias with Germany. Obviously a wrong choice.
"Then I'll make sure my soldiers stop! I vill treat you seriously, but if ve lose you as an allias then ve vill lose this var!" Germany said pleading with you.
You glared at him ice in your eyes. "Then it looks like you'll lose." You said walking out of Germany's house.
You got in the car and drove to a diner. "Stupid Germany" you mumbled. "He just wants my weapons."   you sighed and walked in. After you sat down you ordered a hot chocolate.
"Here you are Miss" your waitress said. 'Ah thank you." Hot chocolate was a delicacy in our country since it was always so hot. You loved Germany in the winter it was so cold and pretty.
"______ is that you?" Someone said. You turned and saw Russia standing next to you.
"Oh Russia! Sit down sit down!" You told him smiling.
He sat down and looked at the brown liquid in your hands.
"You like hot chocolate da _____?" he asked
"Of course it always so delicous! Want some?" you asked him
"Sure" Russia replied. He took the cup and drank. "That was delicous even more so since your lips touched it da."
You blushed furiously and took your drink back. You took a large gulp of the drink and smiled. You looked at Russia and he started to laugh.
"What?" you asked curious.
"You have a hot chocolate mustache!" he laughed
"Oh..." you said now blushing. You were so embarissed.
Russia came and sat next to you.
"I'll help you get that off da _______?" he said leaning in.
You looked at him suprised. Your heart beat a thousand miles per hour.
His lips just barley touched yours when Germany came running in.
"_______! Vhat are you doing vit the enemy?" he yelled at you grabbing Russia's shoulders.
Russia turned around and glared at Germany and started to laugh.
"ku ku ku ku ku ku..." Russia laughed.
"VAHHHH!" Germany screamed backing up.
"Ku ku ku ku ku, I thought _______ quit being your allias." Russia said grinning evilly.
Germany yelped and ran out of the diner.
"Now where were we da?" Russia said gabbing your face and kissing you.
Your lips moved in sync, his toung moved up to lick your upper lip. You pulled away from each other, and you rested your head on his shoulder.
"I think..." he said whispering in your ear. "I enjoy hot chocolate alot more now da?"
You smiled. "Da."
"I love you ______." he whispered.
"I love you as well Russia." you said closing your eyes and smiling.
This is my first Russia love story, and I hope you enjoy! ^^ Please if you would comment I would be greatfull!
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It was a Wednesday morning and you were walking with your friend Arthur. (For some reason he's your friend) Of course, he was talking about black magic, flying mint bunny, and Unicorns. It was boring as hell. You only liked when he talked about unicorns because you were into those kinda things. Like, rainbows and clouds and stuff. You arrived into your classroom. Arthur had the same first period as you but you were in different places. You sat next to Alfred. The annoying, obnoxious, fat american. He was fun and all, but sometimes you wanted to choke him 'til he shuts up.  You spaced out for awhile. Apparently,  you were assigned a project for Science (That was your first period). You had the choice to be with a partner or not. Since it looked like everyone already had one, you decided not to have a partner.


"No, I don't want to be your partner. All you do is talk about mythical creatures and black magic." Said a familiar voice. One that had a thick russian accent. You looked to see your friend Arthur, with a sad expression on his face. He asked Ivan to be his partner and Ivan obviously rejected (Since the entire class went silent to his reply).


'Why the hell would he want Ivan to be his partner? They barely even talk to each other!'  You thought to yourself. You got up and went towards the english boy.


"Don't worry, I'll be your partner!" You said happily. He looked up at you with a smile. "And I plan on getting Ivan back for embarrassing you. No one embarrasses my friend and get away with it!" You told him reassuringly. He just gave you a puzzled look and patted his back while laughing. You knew just what to do. Embarrass him back. As simple as that. Only, not just a classroom full of kids…A cafeteria full of kids.



It was the next day and you were going to launch your plan. You had an evil smile on your face from periods 1-4. It was finally lunch and you were going to 'Avenge your Friend'. You sat down with Arthur.


"Okay Arthur, wait here." You said as you got up. You ran to The 'ASB', were they sold noodles, sodas, chips…Ice-cream. You pulled out an old, crumpled up dollar and bought one strawberry Ice-cream. You opened it and scanned the room looking for Ivan in the wave of teenagers. You licked the ice-cream a few times and finally found your target. You started walking up to the tall russian.


"Hey Ivan." You said while licking your Ice-cream.


"Oh, hey _______". He simply said.



"Can I ask you a question?" You asked him.


"Da." He replied.


"Do you believe in Unicorns?" You asked with a grin on your face.


"No." He said back.


"Well…BELIEVE!" you said as you stuck your Ice-cream on the top of his head, making it look like a horn. You guys were in front of the entire cafeteria and everyone stopped to look at you. A majority of the teens laughed, while others stared in shock. Except for one pair of eyes. Someone was glaring at you. An evil glare. And that was Natalia. She was looking at you with an angry look.


"Don't worry big brother…I will get back at her…And then you will have to marry me!" She said to herself, then fled the scene. You were laughing and pointing at the russian boy. He had a weird aura thing around him and it sounded like he said 'Kolkolkol' but you just ignored it.


"I call that an Ice-cream unicorn!" You said. You winked at Arthur and he winked back. Then you decided to go further. You did what Ravis, Toris, and Eduard would call, 'The Unthinkable'. You pulled down his pants. Most people gasped, but others laughed even harder. Arthur laughed so hard, milk came out of his nose! Ivan's eyes were covered by his hair now and he looked extremely pissed. Instead of being scared like most people, you just reached up and grabbed the cone. You threw it away and walked back towards Ivan.


"Come on, pull up your pants. I'll go help you get that stuff outta your hair." You said in between laughs. He seemed a little shocked at your kindness. He did what you said and pulled his pants up. Then you grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom for both males and females.



"Okay, just kneel down a little." You said as you squished the excess water on the napkin into the sink. He got down on both knees. You walked towards him and started cleaning out his hair. He was blushing madly because his eyes were now in contact with your chest. You looked down and saw him staring into your chest. You had the wrong idea but instead you chuckled. "I'm a C-cup if your wondering" you joked. (I have no idea what size you are and i don't wanna know) Ivan just scooted away from you.


"N-no! y-you have the wrong idea! I was-" you interrupted him before he could finish.


"I know I know! I was just joking, sheesh" you said. He just sighed and let you finish what you were doing.  He was going to leave until you stopped him. "W-wait Ivan," You said while looking down.


"Da?" He said.


"I-I'm sorry. I only embarrassed you because you embarrassed my friend and-" He cut you off with a kiss. Your eyes widened. You had no idea Ivan had feelings for you but, you started to kiss him back. Sadly, You had to stop for air. Your foreheads were against each others.


"You talk too much, ________" He said then, left the bathroom. You stood there, smiling. You sighed and put your hand to your heart, then walked out of the bathroom.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Friday Afternoon~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Lunch just ended and you were walking back to class. You were standing next to your locker talking to your friend, Eliza, about your first kiss. She was happy for you you guys just couldn't stop squealing about it. Then you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around, and right when you did, a tub of Ice-cream was dumped on your head. It was dripping down you shirt and it felt sticky. Since the tub was a little over your head, you had to look up to see who did it. It was Natalia.  You forgot all about her and didn't even know she was there watching you embarrass her love,or her big brother.


"How do you like the taste of your own medicine?" She said with a smirk.


You looked at her smiled, and said "It tastes like chocolate." Her smile went away and she was pissed off. What she did didn't even phase you. You and Eliza cracked up at your come back. Ivan came running up to you.


"A-are you okay, ________?" He asked worried.


"I'm fine…but you have to help clean me off." You said with a devious smile on your face. You grabbed his hand, walked right past Natalia, and walked into the same bathroom as before. He cleaned your head off and was about to leave. But, you grabbed his wrist.


"Wait." You told him. You let go of his wrist and he turned around. You flashed another devious smile. Then, you took your shirt off.


"_-_______!" he panicked. He was red as a tomato. For some reason, the ice-cream that went over your body kinda turned him on.



"Your not done yet." You said in a sweet voice.  He helped clean you off but he was a little shy around your chest area. So, you decided to clean the spot yourself. You put your shirt back on and walked out with him. You guys knew you would be extremely late for class so you decided to play hooky. Both of you left the school, hand in hand, and went to your favorite ice-cream place.


THE END
I was walking in walgreens when this idea popped in my head. It was probably because the manager had a russian accent and i got a twix ice-cream bar XD anyway, I hope you like it! :)
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You met him through his little sister.

Well, met him for real.

Vash Zwingli and you had been going to the same school for eight years now. You had moved into the area during elementary and had been stuck in the same class as him, but he had never acknowledged you. He always kept to himself, sort of. He used to be good friends with Roderich Edelstein, that musically artistic Austrian kid, but they kind of stopped being friends once middle school began.

Over the years, you had been stuck in a few classes with him, though you had never given him much thought, just like you knew he hadn’t given you much thought either.

But senior year was different.

You had been given this random class you had most definitely not signed up for, and to your dismay, it was mostly full of freshmen. You were the only senior there, but you blended in so well, everyone just naturally assumed you were either a freshman or a sophomore.

And it was in this class that you had met little Lili Zwingli. You were aware that Vash had a little sister, but you had never seen her, so it was a shocking surprise to see someone who looked pretty much like him, just more feminine and with a bow in her short, chopped, blonde hair. She was a friendly girl, and everyone in class liked her a lot, and a lot of guys even hit on her. Of course, she turned them all down.

And she became one of your best friends.

You already had best friends, but this adorable girl was so hard not to love. Honestly. Everything she did was cute. Even the strictest teacher couldn’t remain strict around Lili.

And through her, you officially met Vash Zwingli.

It happened the second week of school.

Oh, yes. You remembered the exact date and everything. Even down to the second. (All right, that was a bit of a stretch. You just knew it was after school, in the parking lot).

Lili and you had left your dreaded last period of the day. She was headed for her brother’s car and you were headed for yours, and the stars were aligned in your favor this day: Vash and you had parked next to each other without even noticing.

Vash was waiting by his truck, his stoic expression on as usual, but it seemed to transform slightly as he saw you. His jaw tightened, and he reached out for his sister, quickly pulling her to his side.

“Big bruder!” Lili cooed as she fixed her skirt. “Have you met (name) (last name)? Remember? I’m always telling you about her? She’s the one in my sixth period!” Vash nodded at her, barely recognizing the fact that you were there. “Ooh, bruder! Can(name) come over this weekend? You’re making chocolates, aren’t you? (name) mentioned the other day she had always wanted to make chocolate. Can’t you teach her, big bruder?”

You had mentioned that, but you hadn’t even connected it back to Vash. You didn’t even know he could make chocolate. He had always seem like an angry, reclusive kid who needed help staying calm. Not as someone who wanted to make chocolates and protected his little sister with all his body, soul, and heart.

When you looked at him in this new light, he was really an endearing person.

“Oh, you don’t have to,” you started, shaking your head softly. “I know I’m still a stranger to you.” You turned to Lili and lightly hit her nose. “You need to stop being so demanding. Do you think you can just flutter those doe-eyes and everyone will come running to do your biding?” You laughed before you turned back to Vash. He was now examining you carefully, and it made you a little uncomfortable. “It was nice meeting you, Vash Zwingli. I…I hope we can see each other more often later on.”

You then rushed over to your side, quick to get away from the overprotective man, and in your rush, you failed you notice how bright the Swiss got and how his little sister poked his side and let out a small giggle.

This was the first day of the friendship between you and the Swiss, and as inconsequential as it seemed, it became a precious memory you wanted to keep forever.

***

Flash forward many months: it was now February, and the Swiss was now officially considered one of your best friends. Actually, you were so often seen with Vash and Lili that some people even had the crazy theory that their mother had adopted you into the family and you were now the third Zwingli.

That was preposterous, of course.

Howsoever, “(name) Zwingli” had a nice ring to it.

Your eyes fell on all the hearts that decorated the hallways, signaling that in less than a week, Valentine’s Day would be here. Oh, the joy. This just meant that it was one more year that you would spend by yourself at home, and one more year that you’d go to the store and spend your money on half-priced Valentine’s Day candy.

Hey. At least the candy was cheaper.

But actually, there was something you had to admit: this year was different. You had a crush on someone, a very special someone. You had had crushes on guys during Valentine’s Day—and had foolishly hoped that they would suddenly appear out of the blue with flowers and a confession of their undying love for you despite the fact that you had never said a word to them. This time was different though. This Valentine’s Day, you were in love with Vash Zwingli, the guy you had known existed for eight years, and it wasn’t until your senior year of high school that you two finally spoke.

Flowers and a confession. That would have been lovely, if Vash felt the same for you.

But even if he did, you knew he wouldn’t do that. Flowers and a confession. It wasn’t his thing.

Lili tapped your elbow, and your attention was averted to her and Vash. He was fixing her hair bow for her, and the sight made the ends of your lips curl up slightly. “Are you okay, (name)?” she asked you, reaching out to grab you by the coat. “Are you excited for Valentine’s? I wish I had a valentine. Boys have asked me, but big bruder said I can’t say yes to any of them.”

“Well, that isn’t very fair,” you laughed, patting her head just as Vash pulled away, trying to pretend that he was annoyed that his little sister was being open about his actions. “But he’s doing it to protect you, okay? Don’t feel so bad. I can be your valentine if you’d like.” Your eyes fell on the beautiful, emerald ones of Vash, and you felt your smile widen into a full blown grin. Let’s be honest. It was pretty hard to not smile around him anyway, not when he provided you with this giddy feeling that tickled the insides of your stomach. “Is that all right with you, Mr. Zwingli?” He turned away all of a sudden, and your hand shot up, lightly touching his shoulder. Why was he so tense? “Vash? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

“Help her choose a valentine,” he whispered softly.

“What?” you blurted, and you blinked a few times in surprise as you took this information in. Vash was just going to let his precious baby sister go like that?

Was something wrong? Was he okay? Did he have a fever?

He sent you a weird look when you pressed your palm against his forehead and then his neck, but he didn’t move away from you. In fact, he managed to make your eyes meet his, and he stared at you until you finally pulled away—both your hand and your eyes.

“Really, bruder? Oh, thank you! Thank you!” Lili threw her arms around her brother, and you watched in confused amusement at how scarlet Vash had turned. “Does this mean I can go to the dance Thursday night?”

“Well, I don’t know a—”

“I’ll go with her,” you jumped in, eager to make Lili happy. Besides, this meant that you could perhaps find the courage to ask Vash to go with you. Under the façade that it was only to keep an eye on Lili, you could find it easier to lose yourself and receive the courage to tell him the truth…about how you really felt. And honestly, if you didn’t tell him soon, you would absolutely burst. “I don’t have anything to do Thursday anyway, so I can go with her.” You patted her head again, being gentle. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble!”

“But you have to have a date to go to the dance!” Lili protested, and then a mischievous gleamed popped up in her eyes. “Maybe you can—”

The bell suddenly rung, and you found yourself jumping slightly. “Oh, no,” you muttered. “Vash, we have less than a minute to get to English.”

“I…I’ll walk Lili to class. I’ll make it to class in time, okay? So, just go.” Vash turned his face to his little sister’s. “Go now!”

“Fine,” you answered before your fingers lightly brushed his arm. “Don’t be late. I hate it when Ms. Brighton yells at you.”

And then you took off.

To your surprise and happiness, Vash was right on time, sliding into the seat next to you right before the bell rang. His breathing was ragged, and his hair was slightly mussed up. You reached over quickly and fixed it for him, giving him a bright smile. There was a slight flush to his cheeks, but you figured it was from having to run. It pleased you though, the thought that he ran all the way from his little sister’s class to yours in order to calm your fear of having Ms. Brighton and him bitch out at each other. Well, if he even did it for you.

It didn’t matter if he did or didn’t anyway. You were content with the thought that there was a possibility.

“You two, stop flirting!” Ms. Brighton roared, and Vash’s eyes narrowed down on her. The two had been at each other’s throats since day one, and you giggled when you thought about it.

The first day of school, Vash had come in and plopped himself down on a chair, two seats behind you. He had been late, as usual, because he was neutral or something, so he didn’t have to be on time or something like that. Well, Ms. Brighton flipped. She told him that unless he was so brand-new, he couldn’t even say “hello” in English, he had no excuse to be late—and even that was a stretch. He simply shrugged it up with a tightened, annoyed look, making sure to mind his tongue (for once, Lili told me).

And every day, it was like this. Vash’s quest to make sure his baby sister made it to class on time and safely always made him late, and you always debated telling Ms. Brighton so she could back off, but you had a feeling that she already knew. Besides, Vash was incredibly smart, so even if he had a temper, his grades kept the class at a high average. It felt as if she secretly really liked him and accepted him as a person and student.

“Sorry,” you answered her with a smile. “We couldn’t help ourselves, Ms. Brighton.”

Vash turned bright red as the entire class whooped. “W-we’re not,” he sputtered, and he took out his English binder with a lot of force. “L-leave us alone.”

“You need to lighten up,” you whispered to him, laughing a bit. You produced a pen from your bag and quickly scribbled down the question you guys had for warm-up. “And hey, I was thinking that for Lili’s date…” You sucked in tons of air and confidence. “Do you…would you…want to go with me?” His pen flipped out of his hand, barely missing your face by a few inches. Your eyes widened, and he started to apologize, getting up to retrieve his small missile. “Is that a no?”

“Why?” he asked as he sat back down.

“So…we can keep an eye on your sister?” You leaned forward, your hair cascading off your shoulders and towards your binder. “It is true that I need a date, and besides, it isn’t like anyone would be surprised or anything. You and I are always together.” You cleared your throat slightly. “That is…unless you already have someone you want to ask.”

“No,” he managed. “That’s a good idea. Why didn’t I think of it myself? There isn’t anything I need to get right? No flowers or anything? Father’s old suit should fit me…”

You smiled, thinking about how frugal he was. Of course he would say something like this. Still, though…you wished he would make an attempt with you in the romance department. You guys were perfect together. You took his attitude as it came and knew what made him tick, what made him happy. You were a go-with-the-flow kind of girl, and you never got mad at him for anything. It was unusual for you to be angry, for a smile not to be on your face.

And in turn, he knew the things that made you happy and sad. He knew you couldn’t watch scary movies without latching on to someone. He knew exactly how to get you to sleep. You were the only one who could make him smile, besides his sister, and you two accepted each other so well. Not to mention everyone already thought that the two of you were dating.

“I think anything is fine,” you answered chirpily as you began to answer the question. “Is there a specific color I should wear?”

What he said next left you stunned.

“You’d look great in anything.”

It took all your strength not to squeal with joy.

***

You knocked on the door, waiting idly as your hands skimmed over your jeans and an old, comfy T-shirt you had found in the back of your closet. It was the day before Valentine’s Day, and Lili had invited you over. She wanted you to help her choose dresses for tomorrow and help with her hair, and she wanted to make sure that Vash and you would be matching.

Vash ended up opening the door, and you noticed that he had some chocolate on his cheek, and he was wearing a frilly, pink apron with his name on it (had Lili made it for him?). The apron seemed to have a light layer of flour dust, and you covered your mouth to suppress the urge to snort at his adorable look.

“What are you doing here?” he asked you.

“Lili invited me,” you said. “Because of the dance tomorrow.”

“Oh,” he muttered.

“So, Mr. Gun-Loving Man with a Temper…why are you dressed in pink, and why do you have chocolate…on…your—oh!” You started to jump up and down. “Are you making chocolate? Is it for tomorrow? Am I getting some? I am, right? I have to! We’re friends!” You grabbed his hand and ran in, pulling him behind you on the way to the kitchen. Little chocolate hearts in several different flavors littered the counters, and there were even little chocolate cakes he was still icing. “Oh, how cute! Can I try one? You’ve never let me taste the chocolate that you’ve made by hand.”

He sighed at your bubbliness, and he picked up a chocolate. You held out your hand, but instead of placing it on your palm, he pressed it against your mouth. You opened it, allowing the chocolate inside, and you were overtaken with fluttery surprise from having his fingers graze your lips, and then you let out an unexpected moan of pleasure. Honestly, you had never tried Swiss chocolate, and it was definitely the most delicious thing you had ever tasted. American chocolate had nothing on Swiss chocolate.

“It’s like…my taste buds exploded with bliss,” you began, trying to find the words. “I just…Vash, they’re so…” You gave up on words and threw your arms around him. “Please tell me I’m getting some! You’ll make me the happiest girl ever!”

“O-of course! Do you think I’m some sort of awful person who would forget his best friend?” His face tensed, and he looked away. “B-besides, I kind of have something to tell you.”

You pulled back, watching him carefully as your furrowed your eyebrows. “You do? What is it?” From the way he was acting, you’d think it was…a…confession… It couldn’t be, right?

What if it was?

You shifted as your face became scarlet at the thought of Vash confessing to you. Flowers, confession, and chocolates. How romantic.

“(name)! You’ve arrived!” Vash and you jumped back, making the proximity dissipate into a vast ocean. “You’re here! I didn’t hear you come in.” She winked at her older brother before she took your hand daintily. “She’ll be wearing green tomorrow, okay, big bruder? To match your eyes! It’ll be so cute, like the little drawings you do!”

“Green?” you asked. “Drawings?”

“Come on, (name)! I’ve narrowed the choices down to three dresses. Big bruder is no help when it comes to clothing,” she giggled. “But big bruder did say that it has to be knee-length.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter, does it? Besides, Vash does it for good reason. Some guys are such perverts.” You glanced over at Vash. “Let’s go,” you told the petite blonde. “Daylight’s burning.”

The two of you worked for about half an hour, and she had you help her with make-up choices that would be approved by her brother. When the half hour was done, she mentioned something about having to take a shower, so you found yourself making your way back downstairs. You sat down on a stool and observed Vash putting the chocolate hearts into red-and-pink foil, staying really silent so to not disturb him.

And yet, he asked, “Why are you staring at me?”

“Making chocolate seems so magical,” you replied before you propped your chin on your palms, leaning against the countertop on your elbows. “Besides, we were having a conversation we didn’t quite seem to finish earlier.”

He accidentally knocked a whisk over, and it clattered to the ground.

“So…what did you have to say to me?”

“It’s for tomorrow.”

“Why not today?” You stood and went around the counter, standing directly behind him. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just get it over with here?” You bit your lip, hoping you were right about the confession part. And in waiting for an answer to come out of him, you noticed something peeking out from behind a frame. The frame had been taken off the wall and lamely put in front of the item, right near the fridge. It did very little to make it inconspicuous, but you supposed it did conceal that object. “What is that?” you asked, and you moved around Vash to move the frame out of the way. “Oh, my…”

You froze, staring at the small bouquet of violet lilacs. You stared at the tiny petals of the flowers, at the vibrancy in their color. After a few seconds, your heart started to pump again as you reached forward, lightly stroking the head of one of purple flowers.

“Oh, Vash…they’re so pretty.” You turned to look at the emerald-eyed man, watching as he sheepishly stared at the floor, a crimson color on his cheeks. He had been acting so shy around you as of late… “Who are they for?”

It took him a moment to speak, but when he did, you found yourself stunned.

“You.”

There was a quick drumming of your heart within your chest at his words, and you took a few steps towards him, reaching out a hand to lightly clasp his. He looked up at you, finally meeting your gaze, and with your free hand, you pushed aside the blond stands of hair in front of his face.

“Promise you’ll forgive me if what I do next…doesn’t exactly work out,” you whispered to him, and he gave you a simple, short nod.

And then you took the leap.

You pushed Vash against the counter as your lips met his, and suddenly, his arms were completely around you, trying to make sure you couldn’t leave.

You didn’t want to.

Both of your arms latched themselves around his neck as you pressed yourself closer to his body, trying to deepen the kiss. So many emotions were whirling around inside of you: love, a desperate need for his warmth, a fluttery feeling, joy, fervency, desire, and then incoherent feelings filled up the rest of you. You longed for the tiny breaths he took between kisses. You enjoyed the way his lips fit into yours just perfectly, the way he had suddenly gotten adventurous and decided to trail kisses down your neck instead of just fixating his lips on your mouth. You enjoyed the way your entire skin was ablaze with a tingly sensation, the way every little nerve reminded you of how very much alive you were.

And Vash. Vash was yours now. Vash loved you back. Vash wanted you just as badly was you wanted him, if not even more so.

“This isn’t real,” he began to murmur, and then he clutched your shoulders, pushing you back. The kiss was broken, and you stared at him, eyes wide and eyebrows pushed all the way up. “You actually like me back?”

“I have for a while now.”

“But…no one likes me…except for my sister.” He fumbled those words out, his cheeks tinted in pink. “I’ve liked you for so long now…”

“How long?”

“Since freshmen year.”

You choked on your spit, and you began to cough profusely, grasping his shirt with your free hand as you tried not to cough out your lungs or something. He patted your back and even reached over you to fill a small glass with water. You quickly downed the water in the cup and stood there for a few more seconds until the hacking died down.

“Freshmen year? But you and I have never spoken before this year!”

“But we’ve had classes together since fourth grade, haven’t we?” Vash explained. “That’s why Lili was so quick to befriend you. She knew how I felt about you and…” He stopped talking, aware that he was being way more open than he was supposed to be. He cleared his throat and threw out his next words like spitfire. “Willyoubemygirlfriend?”

“You know, you’re a very intimidating guy,” you mentioned, running your fingers through his hair, “at least at first sight. You have anger issues, and a few people swear you’ve killed anyone who has hurt your little sister.” But then you smiled brightly, laughing a bit. “But in reality, you’re actually very sweet and shy and protective. Of course I’ll be your girlfriend. How could I not love you, Vash?”

And then, you said one of the cheesiest things you could think of.

“You complete me.”

Vash pulled you into a hug, burying his face in your hair. The poor, misunderstood fellow had finally gotten the girl of his dream.

***
Extended Ending:
Lili had to suppress the urge to squeal from her hiding place in the living room. In her phone, she had stored several photos of the couple in the past few months, and she held it up again, quickly snapping a photo of (name) and Vash in each other’s arms.

She’d have to tell Elizabeta and Katyusha. Her fingers started to hit numbers and the send button with a cute, little smirk.

Her plan had most definitely worked.
YAY! FOR VALENTINE'S! AND SWITZY! ♥

Okay, so I had been planning to write a V-day reader for a while now with Switzy, and it took me about four days to write it. Or maybe it was three. Did I write anything yesterday?

My biggest issue was ending it. Honestly, I probably rewrote the ending like a dozen times.

I'm content with this ending though. Lilacs are supposed to symbolize first love, btw, or something around those lines. And Vash is such a sweetheart. ♥

But anyway, Switzy seems a little OOC for me, so I'm sorry about it! Since most of the interactions he had were between him and reader-chan, I figured he wouldn't be so angry, so I tried to portray his gun-loving side a bit more. Uhh. I dunno if it worked.

And no, he does not have a German accent. I mean, he probably does, but it's not very prominent. And I'm not very good with accents. Or languages that aren't French, Spanish, and English. So, yeah.

I'm sorry for any grammatical or character errors, especially if I have any first pronouns! Expect my next reader insert in about two weeks! ^^

Switzy and Lili don't belong to me, and neither do you, but the story does!~

♥ HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, Y'ALL! ♥
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You sit on the hard, wooden chair, one of your legs curled under you. You leaf through a magazine—(magazine name), your favourite one. Beside you are two books you're going to check out as soon as you finish reading this.

And you look up.

In front of you, standing in one of the aisles, is a gorgeous man looking for books. The blond man has bushy eyebrows, and you blush at the thought of wanting to touch them. What an odd desire to have, and especially for a man you've never met in your life! But for some reason, you can't look away, and he senses your eyes on him, turning his green ones on you.

"You know, it's rude to stare, love," he says, and he has an attractive, British accent. You're immediately jealous of it, wishing you had it, but you don't say a word. You continue to stare. "Hello?" he says as he marches over to you.

"O-oh," you finally say, your face heated and a deep scarlet shade. "I…I am s-so sorry," you stutter, shifting your eyes down to your magazine. "It's just…just that you…um, you have a really interesting…physiognomy?"

His glare lessened, but he stilled asked, "Interesting how?"

"Well, you seem very…well-versed."

"Oh." That makes him smile, and he takes a seat in front of you. "Sorry for raising my voice, love. I'm Arthur Kirkland. And you?"

"________ __________," you answer politely.

"What books do you have there?" he asks, friendliness in his tone, and he reaches over to get a book. "(favourite American book)? Rubbish. You know, American authors really are the worst. You need only read English literature to be able to see that I only speak the truth."

"So, what would your favourite book be?" you ask as you take the book back, brushing off the offensive comment he had made. You're not one to argue, especially with strangers.

"My favourite book? Well, there are loads. I cannot simply choose one!" He smiles at me before he stands, walking around the table to get to your side. He holds out a hand. "Would you care to join me for a cup of tea?"

"A cup of tea?" you ask in confusion. Is he asking you out on a date, or is this only friendly?

"Yes. You like tea, right?" You nod slightly as you accept his hand, using it to stand. His hold is gentle, and it makes you feel little, odd butterflies inside your stomach. "Brilliant. So is this a yes?"

You nod because you really want to; this man intrigues you, though a stranger. I mean, the real you would be running away from this man; for all you know, he could be some sort of arsonist or rapist. But you decide to trust him with your life, and as he tightens his grip with a grin, maybe even your…heart?

No. Definitely not. You tell yourself to think logically; you'll probably never see this man again.

You check out your books before you head out with him. You came here by car, but he leads you away from the library and the parking lot to a house near it; he lives near the library? Somehow,…that doesn't surprise you.

His house is quaint, almost looking like a modern-day cottage. He shows you in to his kitchen, and he immediately fills a kettle with water, putting it on the stove. He tells you that you can wait for him in the living room, and you don't mind. You sit down on one of his sofas, looking around the room.

This place smells like history to you, and you love it. You notice a bookshelf as high as the wall, filled with books—from Peter Pan to Wuthering Heights to The Canterbury Tales. You don't see a television in the room, but Arthur doesn't really look like the television kind of guy. The coffee table—wait, it's probably not even called that since Arthur doesn't seem like the type to drink coffee either—well, the table in front of you has a fresh vase of beautiful, red roses. Everything in this room is orderly and pretty and nice.

There are also paintings that are up on the walls. They're beautiful, intricate, exquisite things—and you can't help but stare at the one with a pirate. He looks like Arthur, but he seems too…wild to be this gentle man you've just met. Then again, you two have just met.

The doorbell rings just as Arthur brings in the tea.

"Hold on a minute, please," he tells you as he places two teacups and their saucers down on the table. He heads to the door, and a cute, little, blond kid in a sailor suit runs in. "Dammit, Sealand!" he roars, and his sudden change scares you a bit.

"You're a jerk, England," he states as he sits down to me. "I love afternoon tea!" He smiles sweetly. "I'm Sealand, but you can call me Peter Kirkland."

"You…you two are related?" you ask, suddenly confused. They both even have the same, bushy eyebrows. The biggest difference is their age, size, and Sealand has blue eyes. "Are you his…s-son?"

"Heavens no!" the young boy shouted. "He's my brother! But he's awfully mean to me, so you shouldn't talk to him."

"W-what?!" Arthur yells. "Are you trying to turn her against me, you ungrateful twit? I-I—" He storms out into the kitchen, even more frustrated when he sees your arm curl around the frightened, short Peter.

"He's so mean," Peter whispers to you.

"I'm not!" Arthur screams.

You giggle at their little quarrel, and Peter looks up at you with strange eyes. "He's not so scary," you say as you mess up Peter's blond hair. "He invited me in for tea."

"Oh, tea, right!" Peter perks up, but he remains close to you. "Englllland? Can I have some tea?"

"No! You can get the bloody hell out of my house!" Arthur says, still furious at Peter for being here and ruining his day.

"Could you stop being a jerk for a second and get me some tea? Oh, and some scones!"

"Scones?" you ask quietly. You've never had scones before. "Do they taste good?"

"Splendid!" Peter and Arthur boast at the same time, and Arthur comes back into the living room with a plate of scones. They're oddly shaped pastry-things, but you don't mind it. Some of the oddest things prove to be the ones of most value.

"Sealand, I told you to leave." Arthur tries to contain his composure this time, but Sealand wraps his arms around you and blurts, "But she wants me to stay here!"

"You don't even know her name!"

Peter turns to me with expectant eyes, hoping you'll tell him your name. "________," you say to him, and this infuriates Arthur, but he doesn't say a word.

"________!" Sealand yells proudly. "That's a really pretty name, _______."

You blush and laugh. "Thank you, Peter."

Arthur mumbles something under his breath, but he sits down in a seat, picking up his tea.

"Hey!" Sealand declares, jumping to his feet. "You didn't bring me any tea!"

"Get it yourself," Arthur mutters darkly, closing his eyes to calm his nerves.

Sealand runs into the kitchen, and Arthur's green irises meet my (color) ones. You reach over for your teacup, picking up the saucer gently, holding on to the handle delicately.

"Thank you for the invite," you say softly to England.

He smiles, strained but honest. "No worries. I'm sorry about Peter."

"Don't worry about him," you say, shaking your head. "He's great."

His expression darkens, but he doesn't say a word.

Peter returns with his cup of tea, and he sits down next to me. He proceeds to tell me what he's going to do once he becomes a recognized country, and how he's going to become the biggest empire, and England will totally bow down when that day happens. Arthur doesn't say a word, quietly drinking his tea from his chair, and his eyes never leaves you two.

Peter talks until he falls asleep against you.

Arthur takes the cup and saucer from Peter's hands and places them on the table. He then takes Peter carefully into his arms, showing that he is a bit compassionate about his little brother, and Arthur takes Peter to his bedroom, placing him into his bed. You follow quietly, watching as Arthur pulls the covers around his brother.

"You must love him very much," you tell him, and Arthur looks up you, stunned at your words.

"I-I…"

You walk up to him and smile. "You're a bit rough with him, but in the end, you love him, don't you, Mr. Arthur Kirkland?"

He blushes, dropping his gaze to the floor.

"It's perfectly okay," you say as a new confidence overtakes you. You step forward and press your lips against Arthur, making him lose his breath. "Peter tells me you've developed a bit of a crush on me," you whisper against his lips.

Arthur wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against his body. "I have, _________," he tells you, and he kisses you this time.

You take this out of the room and into the hall, letting him take over. His lips are sweet, playing rough with you, and you felt his hand go up the back of your shirt, ricocheting tingles throughout your spine. You let out a soft moan as he continues, moving his lips down your neck and towards your collarbone.

"Hnnngh," you say against his hair, clutching his back.

"You shouldn't have tempted me," he tells me as he pulls back, a mischievous look on his emerald eyes, "but you're lucky Sealand's here. Next time, you're mine." He growls out the last word, and you can't believe how incredibly sexy it is.

"Next time? What makes you think there will be a next time, Mr. Kirkland?" you taunt him as you lightly push him away, moving towards the living room.

He falls for it, and he looks devastated. "You…you…there won't?"

You giggle as you pick up your books, and you start for the door. "I guess if you're at the library next Thursday, you might just be in luck."

A smile falls on his face, and he stops me at the threshold to his door, right as your hand touches the knob. He gives you a soft, slow kiss; it's a kiss that steals your breath, leaving only satisfaction and desire behind.

"I'll see you next Thursday, love," he whispers, and you smile as you kiss his cheek goodbye, cutting across his lawn towards the library's parking lot.

You get into your car with your heart racing, and it takes you a while to start the car. You're already excited for next Thursday, and you need a chance to catch your breath. Taking a final glance at Arthur's cottage, you decide it's time. Finally, you start the ignition and leave, headed for home.
STRANGER DANGER! STRANGER DANGER!
Well, actually, the Hetalia men might be the only men I'd willing go home with. >///< Ahaha
So, um, this was random inspiration I got today and decided to write it down. So, I hope it's suitable.
I'm sorry if I didn't portray England and Sealand well (or as well as you would hope), and I'm sorry for any grammatical/spelling errors.
The preview image is actually just a Union Jack I found on Google, and I'm sorry I can't find a person to give credit to.
I really want some tea right now. But it's 10pm... :c
Hetalia/England/Arthur Kirkland/Sealand/Peter Kirkland © Hidekazu Himaruya
You © I'mnotexactlysuresoyouchoose

Edit: DEAR READER: Please be reminded that I am not condoning you going out and going home with strangers. THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL. Thank you.
Also, thank you for all the faves!! (: Sorry I didn't thank you all personally!!
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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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Marco X Reader (One Piece)

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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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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‘AWW I SHIP IT! – YN’

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“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)

:iconprussiarapeplz:: Keseseseseseseeee! You'll never look at sasuages and potatoes the same way again!

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It had to be done!! :faint: This is the sort o ideas I get at 4am...I have a weird mind... I'm sorry if I have scarred you readers :XD: Hope you liked it anyway :la:

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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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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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Hetaloid! Male! Belarus x Reader [Jealousy]
Hetaloid x Reader
Male! Belarus (Nikolai) x Reader

The tree was decorated, the feast was in the oven, the snow was falling outside and there were presents under the tree. Christmas had come again. Your parents sat you down and pointed to a gigantic box. It looked as if a human could fit in it. You tore off the wrapping and gasped at what was inside.

A Male Belarus Hetaloid!

You thanked your parents and read the instructions. The instructions where simple 'to activate tell him something about marriage'. 'Well, that should be easy' you thought. Your dad carried it up the stairs to your room and placed it on the floor. He left you and closed the door. 'Marriage huh?' Finally making up your mind you said: "I wander what it is like to be married..." The Hetaloid opened his eyes and got out of his box. He placed a hand on yours and went down on one knee.

"Would you like to see" he said coldly. A shiver went down your spine.

"Um, I am way too young to get married, sorry..."

"Oh well, I don't even know you. My name is Nikolai by the way..." He responded bluntly.

"Nice to meet you Nikolai, my name is (f/n)!"

~*~ Timeskip ~*~

Christmas had gone by fast and about 4 months had passed. School had just finished for the week and you were talking with your bast friend Ivan. Was it obvious that you had taken a liking to the Hetaloid? To others maybe not... Well, to you it was! You had fallen deeply in love with him. You didn't realise that Nikolai was waiting at the end of the hallway to pick you up after school, so you continued to talk with Ivan.

"Remember the promise we made when we were kids?" You asked.

"Da, the one where we had no idea what we were talking about?" He asked back.

"Yup! That one!" Nikolai looked at you surprised.

Ivan chuckled and said "We promised each other that we would get married"

Nikolai's expression went from surprise to shock. He was in love with you, now he found out that you didn't love him back. A tear formed in his eye but he brushed it away quickly. He couldn't take it anymore, he felt so angry, so depressed. He ran, ran back to the house. Of course this wasn't the case. You were just joking around with your friend.

"I can't believe we said that!" You laughed. "Do love me in that way?" You asked.

"Nyet, I actually love (g/n)... How about you?" He replied blushing.

Now you blushed "I'm in love with Nikolai"

~*~ Timeskip to after the awkward conversation and when you were home! ~*~

"I'M HOME!!" You shouted as you burst through your front door.

"Welcome home dear" Your mother says. "Dinner is almost ready. You are home quite late (f/n)" Your father says.

"Sorry! I was talking to Ivan and the others after school. I'll go and get Nikolai" You replied. You ran upstairs and chucked your bag down outside your bedroom door and knocked on Nikolai's.

"Nik!" You shouted. The door opened and Nikolai stood present.

"What is it?" He asked, rudely.

Taken back by his sudden attitude change you responded. "Dinner is ready"

"Oh, I'll be right there..."

~*~ Timeskip to after dinner ~*~

After dinner Nikolai went straight back up to his room. 'Thats odd' you thought 'Normally he asks me how the day was after dinner...' You made your way back upstairs, picking up your school bag and placing it beside your desk. You took a quick shower and then started on your homework. By the time you were finished it was 7:00 pm. 'I still have some time. I'll watch YouTube...'

You checked your laptops time. It was 8:15. 'This is really strange. Nik always says good night to me at 8:00. I think I will go check on him.' So you did. You knocked on his door. No reply. You knocked again. Still no reply. You opened his door to hear a "Go away" whispered from Nik's bed. You walked up to him and tapped him. He rolled over and looked at you with tears streaming down his face. His silver tinged blonde hair was messy and his face was pink. You were shocked. Nikolai, the toughest person you knew was crying. It broke your heart to see him like this, so asked him:

"Nik, what's wrong?" You whispered.

"Nothing" he said, rolling over again. You stopped him.

"Something is obviously wrong, you wouldn't be acting so differently otherwise"

"Why would you care anyway. You don't love me" You were shocked. Again.

"W-what?"

"You promised your best friend that you would marry him..." He said, starting to cry harder. He was jealous. Oh my gosh! He was jealous. Now that you finally understood you laughed.

"WHAT'S SO FUNNY?!" You yelled. You whipped away a stray tear of happiness from your face. You sat him up.

"Ivan and I were just kids! We didn't even know what marriage meant!" Now he was shocked.

"B-but, I heard you two at school..."

"You were there?"

"U-uh huh"

"We were just talking about the past. I bet you didn't hear what we said after that." He shook his head side to side.

"I said that I was in love with someone else-"

"WHO?!" He cut in.

"You!"

He stared at you. His expression changed from anger to pure joy as he brought you in for a hug. You hugged him back tightly as you both fell side by side in his bed. You rested your head on his shoulder and your hand on his chest and said. " I love you Nikolai" you said. He smiled.

"Ja ciabie liubliu*"

He then kissed you passionately, dominating it quickly. When you broke for air. You smiled at him, falling asleep quickly. Trying to keep your eyes open as you didn't want this moment to end. Giving way to sleep, you fell asleep on his shoulder. Nikolai smiled at you, brushing your (h/c) hair out of your eyes and planting a kiss on your cheek.

"Good night my princess" he said, falling asleep beside you...
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I made his personality similar to Belarus', thus ensuring that he was OOC. But, I gave it ago!

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The Russian sighed as he played with the silver band. He would do it, today. He would finally propose to his little sunflower, that much he was sure of. But, the question that continued to linger at the back of his mind was a simple yet annoying one: how?


He loved (name), of that there was no doubt. Countless times he had made sure (name) knew and he knew that she loved him just as much. As such, he wanted to make this the best day ever. But he wasn’t romantic. He wasn’t as suave as Rodrich, the Austrian, confident as that annoying German, Gilbert, or amorous as Francis, that flashy Frenchman at work. It’s not to say that Ivan had no redeeming points, he just wasn’t very good with the whole ‘lovey-dovey’ thing.


The problems kept increasing and for a moment Ivan actually wondered if he could do it. Who could he turn to? His sister, Katyusha? Maybe Natalia? Ivan had no real friends of his own, so his family were his only option. Then again, neither of his sisters would be much help and frankly Ivan was a little scared of Natalia.


Sighing, Ivan pocketed the ring and continued to listen to the brash American scream his opinions. He would figure this out later.


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After the tiring meeting was over and everyone was reminded how pointless it was, Ivan began to hunt for someone, anyone, to talk to about his predicament. It seemed he found someone!


Ah… it was the American. Sucking up his pride, Ivan made his way towards Alfred, sending him one of his sweetest, forced smiles.


“Alfred, I have a question to ask.”


“What is it dude? I’m a little busy.” the blond clearly did not want to deal with the Russian right now, but he didn’t have much of a choice.


“I want to propose to my sunflower. How?”


Alfred sighed,


“I dunno. Give her flowers or something. Do I look like a married man?”


“Flowers? Just that?” Ivan pressed, confused at how simple a task it would be.


“Take her to McD’s then. That’s what I would do.” with a bored glance Alfred huffed a loud, “Do you mind? I have business with someone.”


‘When did burgers become people?’ Ivan asked himself as he trudged away, unhappy with the answer he received. Searching around for someone else to ask, he saw the blond Englishman, Arthur, the one who always fought and screamed for no reason.


“Arthur! I am needing your help!”


“Ivan? What is it?” the Englishman’s emerald eyes widened slightly, hints of fear showing.


“I want to propose to my sunflower, how do I do it?”


“Well… umm…” there was an awkward silence as the shorter blond before Ivan racked his brain for a suitable answer. “Ah! How about asking someone else?”


“What?” Ivan asked, confused.


“I have loads of work to do! Good luck Ivan!” And with that, Ivan was left to stand in the hallway alone, wondering what had just happened.


Sighing, the Russian was just about to give up hope when he saw someone he knew could help. Standing by one of the pillars, flirting with a maid stood Francis. With long, easy strides, Ivan was next to the flirtatious Frenchman in a matter of moments. Francis more than jolted when Ivan put a large hand on his shoulder and the maid quickly bowed and ran, scared out of her wits.


“What was the big idea- Ivan!” Francis’s annoyed tone turned into a more surprised one, “W-what is it? Forgot some paperwork?”


“No.” Ivan replied stiffly, “I have a question to ask. May I?”


“I-I’m a bit busy right now… maybe later?” Francis tried to wriggle away from the larger male but Ivan’s stronghold kept him in place.


“Later is not an option. Cancel your plans.” Ivan practically ordered.


“Canceled! Canceled! What is it you need?”


“I am having a problem. You will help me?” Ivan inquired, once more a command, his lilac eyes boring holes, Francis nodded his head quickly, “Good. I want to propose to my sunflower. But I cannot.”


“Eh? Propose? Like for marriage?” the blond was more than caught off-guard. Who would marry Ivan!?


“Yes for marriage, why? Do you propose for other things?”


“No, no, anyway, why can’t you?” Ivan had let go of his shoulder now, his expression turning a bit meek.


“I do not know how to.” he admitted, “I want to make my (name) happy. You are good at this stuff, yes? You will help me, won’t you?”


“Ivan…” Francis was at a loss for words. Ivan Braginsky, the biggest, scariest, most anti-social (well he seemed anti-social, poor guy just couldn’t make any friends) person he had ever seen had someone he loved and wanted to propose to. A fire of determination shone in Francis’s eyes as he declared, “Don’t worry, you poor, misguided creature, big-brother France will help you!”


Ivan’s mood finally lifted, he had been right in trusting Francis with this! Just as Francis was about to dive into a complicated but no doubt romantic plan, someone came and dragged him away by his collar. She looked like an angry she-devil, constantly cursing and screaming at him as she pulled him away and out of the building.


Ivan simply stood and blinked. His only hope… had been dragged away.


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When (name) had returned home, she had expected to see Ivan waiting to greet her, that’s how it normally was. Except… he was no where to be found. After calling his name a few times, (name) wondered if he was sleeping. He often complained about how stressful his meetings were.


Cautiously, she entered their shared bedroom and whispered the Russian’s name. When no reply came, she flicked the room light on and saw to her utter shock a small box and note on her side of the bed. Taking slow, careful strides, she picked up the note and read the three words written in a form she knew belonged to Ivan.


Become one, da?


When she opened the velvet box, she found it empty but she understood. Dropping the box and note on the bed, the (h/c)ette ran out of their bedroom and straight into his study. Flinging the wooden door open, she saw her silvery-blond haired Russian kneeling with a ring in his hands.


“I am sorry it could not be more romantic…” Ivan muttered, a blush coating his fair cheeks, “But, (first name) (last name), will you marry me?”


Nodding her head like crazy, the girl practically pounced upon him, tears streaming down her face as she repeated that she would.


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“So, how did it go?” a bruised Francis asked Ivan the next day.


Everyone could only wonder what had happened to the poor blond.
I'm so sorry reader-tan hardly came. I wanted to try and show Russia's personality a bit more and how he would deal with the situation... and well, (name) hardly came. I do apologize for that. It might be a bit rushed and I didn't proof-read it so there might be mistakes. Could someone also tell me how to add pictures? I really wanted to this time but wasn't sure how. Anyway, thank you for reading and I do hope you enjoy. Comment, favourite, do whatever you want~

Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz,
(name) belongs to You, the kind reader.
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G: Nightingale (Japan x Reader)




Hear this while you read!: m.youtube.com/watch?v=pkqsqWcd…</b>

 
~*At the age of eight*~

"Are you okay?" A voice ringed, belonging to a young boy. You looked up to see a boy your age, with ebony hair, big innocent brown hues, and silky porcelain skin. You immediately wiped away your tears, embarrassed that someone caught you crying.

"I-I can't find my mommy!" You continued to cry harder, feeling lost and lonely without your mother. The boy's eyes widened, feeling sad that you can't find your parents.

The boy wanted to confort you, but his personal space problem held him back.

The young boy suddenly had an idea.

"Eto...May I help you find your mother?" The young boy politely asked, giving her a small, yet warming smile. You abruptly stopped weeping, looking up at the boy with a pure suprised expression. You slowly began to happily gasp.

"Really?! Thank you so much..!" You stopped mid-sentence, remembering that you don't know the boy's name. The young boy chuckled.

"Kiku. Kiku Honda." He said, with a calm, soothing voice.

"Thank you Kiku! My name is ___," The young boy nodded.

"Shall we find your mother, ___-san?" He said, gesturing his hands, pointing to the sidewalk neaby. You nodded, hope in your (e/c) orbs.

"Hm!"


I can't sleep tonight
Wide awake and so confused
Everything's in line
But I'm bruised
I need a voice to echo
I need a light to take me home
I kinda need a hero
Is it you?



You told Kiku how she looked like, what she wore, and how tall she was.

"She has a blue jacket on, with brown furry boots. She also has a sky blue scarf on," You added, determined to find your mom. Kiku listened your every word, on the look out for a woman with a blue jacket, brown furry boots, and a sky blue scarf.

He did find woman, who had a very panicked expression. She looked like she was about to burst into tears. Kiku wondered if he could walk up to that woman and ask if you were the person she's looking for. He stopped in his tracks.

You our kept talking until you only heard your own footsteps. You gave him a confused expression. But when you trailed his gaze to that woman, you couldn't help but smile from ear to ear.

"MOMMY!" you cried, running to your now found mother and hugging her as hard as you could. She gasped in surprise, before hugging you as tight, tears of joy rolling down her cheeks.

"Oh ___! I was so worried about you! I thought you went missing! Don't you ever wander of again!" You mother lightly scolded, letting you go and pecking your cheek.

"But mommy, My new friend Kiku helped me find you! You should go thank him," You said, smiling of the thought of your new friend.




Your mother thanked Kiku in graditude, so happy that you were safe. Being the gentle boy he was, he politely replied with a small 'it was my pleasure' before turning around to walk home. Your eyes widened and ran to him, forgetting that you wanted to tell something.

"Kiku! Wait!" you shouted, reaching out your arm. Kiku peered over his shoulder, giving you a confused look.

"What is it, ___-san?" he asked.

"Can we meet here at this same park again, tomorrow?" you asked, hope and excitement in your eyes. He gave you a small smile.

"Of course, ___-san. I always go to this park, under the cherry blossom tree," he said, pointing to the not too far away beautiful tree. You grinned.

"Okay, see you tomorrow!"



I never see the forest for the trees
I could really use your melody
Baby I'm a little blind
I think it's time for you to find me



For the next few weeks, you and Kiku became the best of friends. You recently learned that he had personal space problems — either becoming too close to him or touching him. But you respected it, even though you wanted to hug him so badly. 

Everyday, you and Kiku would sit under the cherry blossom tree, talking endlessly. He was your only friend — so you cherished every single moment with him, a smile gracing on your features as you thought about the Japanese boy. 

"Kiku?" you said, your gaze averterting to the small boy. He turned his attention to you, giving you a slient signal that he was paying attention. 

"Can you teach me some Japanese? I had always wanted to learn it. It's such a beautiful language," you said, grinning. Kiku gave to a suprised look, before giving you a small, yet sincere smile.

"I'm quite flattered that you think my mother language is beautiful, ___-san. And I would love to teach you," he turned his whole body and sat across you, adjusting slightly to feel more confortable. You smiled, clapping your hands together in excitment. 

"Okay, Let's start!" Kiku chuckled softly at your enthusiasm. Your cheeks became warm, blushing at his actions.




"Wait wait wait! May you say 'goodnight' agian? It's hard to pronounce..." you sheeplishly said, biting your lip. 

Kiku slowly repeated the foreign word agian, stopping at each syllable to make it more easier.

"Oyasuminasai...Oyasuminasai...!" your smile widened, repeating the word agian. You got up to your feet, jumping up and down in happiness. He chuckled, getting up as well. 

"You did well, ___-san. I'm proud of you." 

You stopped jumping, and instead, you glomped on him, sending you both to the ground. 

"_-_-___-san!" he stuttered, his cheeks bright red from the sudden contact. You nuzzed your head in his torso.

"Oh Kiku, your such a dumbo..." you giggled, wrapping his arms around his back, making the Japanese boy gasp.



Can you be my nightingale?
Sing to me
I know you're there
You could be my sanity
Bring me peace
Sing me to sleep
Say you'll be my nightingale



But one day, it wasn't so happy anymore.


"___-san please, I need to talk to you. It's very important." he sternly said, but still gentle. You looked up at him, suprised.

"But Kiku, I want you to play with me, under the sakura tree! Like we always do. C'mon!" you hollered, taking his hand in your's and dragged him towards the shady spot of the cherry blossom tree. His eyes widened of the sudden touch, but shook his head, not wanting to think of his personal space.

"But _-___-san--"

"You can tell me later, let's go!"

"Please _--" 

"Just tell me later! I really want to play!" you excitedly yelled, unaware that Kiku's patience was waning. 

"___-san!" he suddenly shouted, pulling his hand away from your grip. You stopped in your tracks, eyes widening from his unexpected outbrust. You slowly peered over your shoulder.

Kiku panted, his cheeks bright ruby red. You just stood there, feeling ashamed and shocked at the same time. Kiku would never yell unless if it was something really really important...!

He finally regained his breath, looking up at you sadly.

"___-san...I'm so sorry to say this but...my family is moving back to my home country, Japan." he murmured, his voice laced with sadness, nervousness, and guilt. 


You just stood there, face paling from the terrible news. Your mouth went agape, and your (e/c) orbs were so wide that you thought it looked like flying saucers.

"..."

Confused by your lack of reply, Kiku slowly looked up at you, to see tears rolling down your rosy cheeks. His coffee-colored orbs widened.

"I-I...don't want y-you to g-g-go..." you weeped, feeling completely overwhelmed that the thought of your best friend you ever had in the whole entire world was leaving to a foreign counrty that is so so far away...

The anguish was unbelievable, really.

You automatically ran to him, hugging him like it was the end of the world. Kiku hesitantly genly hugged you back, so faint that you couldn't feel his arms around your small body.

"___-san..." he even felt some tears prickling between his eyelashes. He pulled away, carfully taking both of your hands into his. You squeaked.

"I wanted to give you this when I'm gone for...who knows what..." he took one of your hands, placing a gold-chained cherry blossom pendant that had a pearl in the middle. Here: img1.etsystatic.com/038/1/9423…

You sobbed harder, taking the beautiful necklace and placed it over your heart.

"I.. I don't know what to say..." you mumured, staring at it's beautiful design. He didn't have to, he really didn't...

"I will miss you, ___..." he sighed, slowly backing away, both of your hands still interwinded.

"I'll miss you more, Kiku-chan...Thank you for being there for me, just everything..."

He smiled, a real smile that made you . He let go of your hands, and slowly walked away, saying one more thing;

"I'll miss you most..."



Somebody speak to me
Cause I'm feeling like hell
Need you to answer me
I'm overwhelmed
I need a voice to echo
I need a light to take me home
I need a star to follow
I don't know




~*Thirteen years later*~



'I hope it won't rain...' you thought, worry evident in your eyes. You just finished picking out fruits and vegetables at the local market, and it looks really bad out.

Sighing, you slowly walked out of the market, gripping the bags in both hands.

'Darn it. I wish I had an umbrella. God, I'm such an idiot for not checking the weather first!' you facepalmed, clearly displeased with yourself. So you lightly jogged along the sidewalk.

But you cursed under your breath when you felt something wet rolling down your cheek.

But the worst thing is that your house is three miles away.

So you ran as quickly as you can, hoping that your groceries don't get wet. It started to rain harder, enough for you to feel your hair soaking in the translucent liquid.

Minutes past, and you are completely soaked. You clothes are slightly heavy due to taking in rain, and your shoes squeak every time you took a step.

You slowly stopped, and look up to see a man with midnight black hair, and coffee brown orbs. He held up an umbrella over your head. You look at him, a blush dusting on your cheeks. He looked very familiar to someone you met long time ago...

"Are you alright miss? I see you don't have an umbrella with you," he noted, a worry laced in his voice. You hung your head down in embarrassment.




I never see the forest for the trees
I could really use your melody
Baby I'm a little blind
I think it's time for you to find me






"T-thank you... No need to worry, I'm just a little wet, that's all..." you shyly said, not facing him. You see, you were always shy around people, especially boys. The man chuckled lightly.

"But I don't want you to get sick. And you have groceries with you, you don't want them wet, don't you?"

Good point.

"No..."

"Then I'll walk you to my home where you can stay until the rain dies down. I insist," he kindly offered. Your eyes widened at his generosity.

"It's fine! I don't want to burden you," an airy laugh escaped your lips, scratching your head with your index finger. He shook his head.

"Please, I don't want you to get a cold, and I don't want to get your things wet either." you sighed, a smile formed on your rosy lips.

"Thank you,"



~*Time Skip!*~ (^。^)



You went inside his home, and you immediately took off your shoes, and neatly planted them in the corner. His house is very beautiful, yet it was simple at the same time. It had this Japanese-ish aura around it...

You can't help but have a feeling you met this person before.

You followed him as he opened the sliding door, revealing a kotatsu.

He gestured his hand towards the small table, signaling you to sit down. You obliged. He sat across from you, sitting on his knees.

"I want to say thank you, again. It was very kind of you to let a stranger come inside your home." you chuckled, a small pink hue glued on your cheeks. He nodded slowly.

"Of course. I don't want anyone to get sick, and you didn't have an umbrella with you."

"A-ahh.." you laughed nervously, mentally scolding yourself to bring an umbrella with you in case it rains!

Silence.

"What about I make some tea to warm you up," he stood up and walked out of the room. You laid your head on the wooden table, closing your eyes. Something about him was so familiar, but you can't make out who it was. Your hand reached towards the sakura necklace Kiku gave you.

You never took that necklace off. It was your most prized possession, because all the memories lay in that pendant. You started to doze off, and at that, you fell asleep...




I don't know what I'd do without you
Your words are like a whisper cutting through
As long as you are with me here tonight
I'm good



Kiku walked in ten minutes later with a tray of hot steaming tea.

But he stopped in his tracks to see you sleeping soundly on the wooden table. Placing the tray onto the table, he sat across from you, no too close to burst his personal space bubble.

Something pink caught his eye when he scanned his eyes around your sleeping form. It was sprawled out on the table, so he gently and slowly picked the pink object, to see it was a cherry blossom pendant that look oh so familiar to him...

Curious brown orbs starred intensely on the beautiful pendant, and a wave of realization hit him like weapons.

Images of you popped in his mind. He remembered your smile, your hair, your sweet voice, and your warmth. He also remembered  you would also invade his personal space. And the time he left you upset that he was leaving to Japan.

As a he gasped quietly, his eyes softened and a hesitant hand reached out to stroke your (h/c) locks. A loving smile formed at the corners of his mouth, so happy to see this lost friend and hatsukoi.

So he placed a hand on your shoulder, and gently shook you. 

"___-san... ___-san..." he gently spoke out your name, slightly making you stir in your sleepy state. 

Eventually, your eyes slowly open, blinking rapidly because of light invading through your eyes. 


"W-what...?" your murmured, sitting up and wiping some drool running down your chin. Kiku chuckled.

"Did you sleep well, ___-chan?" he gently spoke, a charming smile plastered on his lips. Your eyes widened.


"H-how did you know my name?" you squeaked out. How did this stranger know you? Unless he was...

Wait...


"K-Kiku..?" you shakily said, eyeing him with wide eyes. He nodded shyly, his cheeks growing warm. A broad grin spreaded on your lips, and you glomped him to the ground, making him fall back. 

"Oh Kiku-chan! I m-missed you so much!" you sobbed, holding him so tight that he hardly can breathe. Kiku hesitantly hugged you back, hugging you as tight. 

"___-chan...I missed you so much," he whispered, placing his chin ontop of your shoulder. 

Neither of you wanted to let go.

You pulled back slightly, so that you were facing him. Kiku was red all over. 

Just like the old days.

"I thought I would never see you again..." you said, eyes drooping. 

"Same here, ___-san..." 




Can you be my nightingale?
Feels so close
I know you're there
Oh, nightingale
Sing to me
I know you're there
'Cause baby you're my sanity
You bring me peace
Sing me to sleep




Both of you talked for hours, though it felt like minutes. You were on Cloud 9, and you couldn't be anymore happier than you already are. Kiku might look calm and collected inside, but he is so trilled to see you, and he has been wait to say this...

"D-Daisuki, ___-chan..." he closed his eyes shut, waiting for a rejection or a slap. But he felt suprised when he got a peck on the cheek. You giggled. 

"I love you too, Kiku-chan. I remember you taught me that word when I was still young," 

Kiku smiled, a beautiful smile that can make any girl faint. You blushed a deep ruby red. 

Then he did something that made your world spin. 

He placed his gentle lips on yours, placing his slightly shaking hand on your cheek, caressing it softly. You slowly kissed back, eyes half-lidded. 

Both of you parted, panting from the 'moment' you and your Kiku-chan just had. You spoke out a sentence that made Kiku overjoyed. 

"Promise me you'll never leave my side?" you asked, hope in your crystal (e/c) orbs. Kiku hugged you softly. 

"I promise," 



Say you'll be my nightingale











Nightingale - Demi Lovato: m.youtube.com/watch?v=pkqsqWcd…

First Japan one-shot, woo hoo! 

This is a gift for Kiku-Kaze! I wanted to show her my gratitude for being there for me when I'm upset, and I wanted to give her this fic. She is such a sweetheart. Go watch her please! ^^

I'm literally obsessed with this song and I thought this song was perfect for this fic~
I'm so sorry for not uploading anything lately! I've been pretty busy with other things in my life. ^^; My exams are coming. yay...//sobbs enternally




Japan (c) Himaruya Hidekazu
You (c) Yourself
I only own the storyplot!
I don't own the picture! I found it on Google.
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You aren’t sure why you had never noticed it before, had never noticed how warm he is. His hands dwarf yours as he takes them gently, the heat of his palms making a lovely sensation blossom across your skin. You look down, then back up to his face. You can’t help but take note of the way he looks at you; his amethystine eyes are far too clear and innocent for all that he had endured in his woefully long lifetime. But he’s looking at you in a way you had never dreamed anyone would, and it makes your chest tighten.

“Ivan…” You begin to speak, but you know that if you try to utter another word to him, you will just as quickly make a fool of yourself and spoil the quiet, intimate moment between you.

So, you become silent again.

Ivan had asked you to dance. You aren’t sure what prompted the question. You are nervous, but not nervous enough to refuse. You try to tell him that you aren’t graceful in the least, and that you’ll surely step on his poor toes, but he ignores your concerns. Before you can say another word, you’re pressed against his chest, and those wide, warm hands are holding you.

“Do not worry, yes? It’s not the dancing that truly matters,” he tells you with a soft smile.

“You look a bit confused, solnishka,” he laughs, obviously embarrassed. “What I mean, is that the actual dancing doesn’t matter much, as long as I am dancing with you.” You can see that Ivan is blushing at his own explanation. It makes you smile to see him so blatantly flustered, and you gradually allow yourself to melt into the embrace.

You notice as the two of you turn in idle circles that he is much softer than most seem to believe. He hasn’t got hulking, rigid muscles, or a grip so strong it wrings the breath from your lungs. His belly is ample and you can’t really hug his middle all the way around, and you realize that you could probably use his chest as a pillow, if you wanted to.

Everything about him is gentle, and it prompts you to close your eyes and assimilate every aspect of the moment to the best of your ability. You make a remark about how soft he is, mumbling into the warmth of his chest.

“Soft, you say?” Ivan echoes in a honey-sweet tone. An awkward laugh makes his chest rumble beneath your ear. “Nyet, surely not…! You are flattering me.”

You insist.

“Ah, if you say so, solnishka…”

You can hear the smile in his voice, even if he acts defeated.

There is a silence that is none too awkward as the two of you dance. Or, at least, unhurriedly turning in circles whilst holding each other that could possibly classify as dancing. There isn’t even music playing.  You’re both in your pajamas, rotating around in Ivan’s bedroom. Most would think it would be a rather odd or awkward situation, but you absolutely adore it.

That is when you begin to speak again. You impart your joy to him. You’re glad that you are his one and only, and that you are the only one who has the privilege of knowing how soft and warm and romantic he is, even when he becomes a stuttering, bashful fool. It isn’t exactly a compelling or intelligent speech, more like an ungraceful arrangement of endearments and offhanded expressions of love. You probably sound selfish somehow, but what you say is genuine. You mean every word.

The immense Russian stops turning and holds you out in front of him by your arms at the statement. He handles you like fine porcelain, delicately bracing you and rubbing the pads of his thumbs across your skin. Goosebumps blossom in their wake, but it goes without saying that they are not from the cold.

“Do you truly mean that?” Ivan asks. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem deterred by your inept ability to express your feelings.

You nod, and tell him “yes.”

“Well, I suppose I feel the same way, da,” he laughs softly. His plump cheeks are turning a shade of rose again.

You feel the warmth of his hands abandon your arms, and you shiver a little. But this time, when they return, they’re framing your face. His fingertips trace over your temples.

You look up at him.

“I’m glad you are all mine, too, lyubov. It warms my heart that you can see things in me that others cannot. Spasiba. Thank you.”

His eyes are heartbreakingly tender. Your chest aches.

The look he gives you compels you to ask him for something. The question can scarcely pass your lips. You are so fearful of rejection, and of spoiling the moment, but somehow, you still manage to speak.

You avert your gaze and shuffle your feet against the carpet.

Saying nothing at first, Ivan gently lifts your chin up with a finger so he can look at you. You notice his amethystine eyes wander along your expression.

“Da, of course I will kiss you.”
Ahh, I hope this was an enjoyable read. I don't really ship Russia with anyone aside from his 2P counterpart, so I thought this might be fun to imagine. Plus he is my favourite character. ; v ; It's my very first [ x reader ] fic, so please go easy on me. Critique and suggestions are very much welcome!

Hetalia as well as its characters belong to Himaruya Hidekaz.
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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa by XMajutsu-shiX


The King coughed and stared around for a while. This was strange, very strange actually. In fact- he hadn’t ever been ignored by everyone he passed; he was after all the king. He glanced cautiously to his right where (Name) was busy staring the other way, he doubted she had wanted them to be alone.  But this did come to an advantage for him. 

“Well, (Name)… this is … nice” He nodded trying to cut through the ice, the atmosphere became even more awkward. 

“Right… maybe we should be heading back?” (Name) nodded her eyes darting around. “I mean maybe this wasn’t a good idea…” she glanced at him again. “We never know who could have followed us, I mean the King dead… and because of me as well? I don’t think I’d like that on my shoulders.” King Ivan blinked, of course. There was that, how had he thought that things would be normal for him? 

“Right,” he hesitated a little wondering whether he should tell her.  “I think you need to know something…” another silence, (Name) glanced at him.

“Why don’t I like how that started off?” She muttered to herself, already she was trying to think of all the negative possibilities.  She stopped. “You’re married aren’t you?” She declared, realisation hitting her face, Ivan blinked. 

“No- I mean what?” He was starting to sound peasantry already and he had only been outside for  so long. “I mean, you’re right we probably should go back.” (Name) shot him a look.  

“Are you sure that’s all you were going to say?” She asked slowly, Ivan nodded.  

“We should go back.” They made their way back in silence, (Name) sending him a few suspicious looks once in a while.  

The King sighed and sunk down on his chair, he had almost forgotten who was coming today. Almost forgotten… but then again it wasn’t like he was to blame. There had been a lot of things on his mind.  He tried to ignore (Name) somewhere at the back of the hall sweeping away, she hadn’t said anything to him on the way back, as if she suspected something. 

(Name) glanced up as the double doors swung open, a tall elegant looking woman walked in, golden hair tumbled down her back, her eyes were black, skin pail except for the carefully applied blush on her cheeks. She was beautiful, surrounding her were a few guards. The lady seemed to be the opposite of (Name, graceful, feminine and well… simply  judging on her looks someone (Name) wouldn’t like.  

“Lady Savannah,” Ivan nodded, (Name) blinked, he obviously knew this lady, a small smile passed the lady’s lips, a graceful smile, to (Name) it looked like a practiced smile. Her father stepped out from behind, behind him a serious looking soldier glanced around.  

(Name) had a bad feeling, a feeling like the one when Ivan had lost his memory. Something bad was going to happen, something smelt wrong- and it wasn’t only the lady’s perfume which (name) could smell a mile away.  

“Ivan.” Ah… the lady hadn’t called him King, this was getting more and more curious. (Name) slowed down a little finding herself examining and comparing herself to Lady Savannah. 

Where Lady Savannah’s dress was silk, golden thread and  fit her like a glove, bringing out her figure, (Name) wore servant rags clouded with dirt. Where Lady Savannah had her made in an elegant manner, curled to perfection with embedded jewels and blush and makeup covering her face, (Name) had her hair in a scruffy bun, some hair falling out curling a little around her face, grime and dust covered her face.  

Everything had been going well for some time now. Obviously it wouldn’t have lasted. And there she had thought he was going to ask her to marry him, farfetched thoughts. Stupid lady, she thought to herself grumbling a little.

Stupid King…stupid everyone. 

“Perhaps we should catch up?” Lady Savannah smiled graciously waving her hand over to the dinner hall, Ivan nodded and walked after her.  (Name) watched quietly before returning back to sweeping the floors. 

Dinner was prepared by the kitchen workers and (Name), she walked out carrying trays full of food. Both traditional and foreign, there were desserts, salads and dishes of every thought possible. It would all go to waste. (Name) stood by the side her hands folded behind her, she had to wait for some sort of instruction.  

King Ivan meanwhile talked, more than (Name) had ever heard him talk, her heart sunk a little as she watched. There were only about five people who had been prepared a feast which was fit for at least 50.Lady savannah’s father, the soldier from before who had stayed quiet for most of the conversation and Lady Savannah with Ivan.  (Name) watched as Ivan said something again, not very funny in (Name’s) thoughts but Lady 

Savannah laughed a high tinkling laugh. (Name) had though Hilda was bad, she could already see that Hilda was nothing compared to this lady. The woman had the charm of a snake.  

“I have to say Ivan, you have changed a little from before you met.” Lady Savannah commented when the King waved some servants away to eat themselves. Obviously she had noticed that Ivan didn’t seem as angry as before. 

“Yes, I met someone, they made me realise I had to change.” Ivan looked back down at his plate, Lady Savannah’s smile flickered a little.   

“Your guardian?” She asked, lifting a glass to her mouth. 

“No…” Ivan hesitated a little, the soldier glanced up from his food. “This… girl…” He slowed down. That’s me… (Name) thought to herself staring intently at the profiteroles.  

“Pretty?” Lady Savannah asked, an edge to her voice. 

“She’s just a servant.” King Ivan muttered, (Name) blinked her face flushing a little. The soldier’s eyes travelled to her.  The King was acting as if she wasn’t even standing there. Just a servant? What was that even supposed to mean? 

“Managed to look like a guy in fact.” (Name) didn’t know whether he was insulting her or not, the soldier blinked in surprize and Lady Savannah’s dad snorted with laughter. 

“So she looks like a guy?” Lady Savannah mused; obviously (Name) was no longer a threat to her.  

“The poor thing.” A melodramatic sigh followed. I am still standing here you know… (Name) thought to herself. 

“In a sense, I do suppose…” King Ivan hesitated a little before continuing. “I offered her a job instead.” 

And what a kind hearted, noble and just thing for you to do! (Name) narrowed her eyes inwardly, her cheeks still tinted with red. 

Some things just never change I guess, (Name) thought to herself gathering her cleaning equipment. She tried not to feel too down, but her chest felt heavier than normal, she wasn’t supposed to react like this… it wasn’t even that big of a deal- but then again after all they had gone through he’d say 
that she was just a servant? Pfft… Kings. Why she had even thought something was… between them she didn’t know, 

“Who’s this?” The soldier asked, one of the few words he’d spoken the whole time he spent in the hall, he flicked his head towards (Name), fork twirling around in his hand as he were pretending it to be a sword. King Ivan’s eyes flickered to where she stood. 

“My… maid…” He paused for a while not looking her in the face. 

“Right…”

Jeez thanks, thanks for giving me the honour of being your maid, I am so honoured you know what? I should sink down on my knees in gratitude. I mean, a maid- not even a ‘personal’ maid… don’t want to be your freaking maid anyway… The sarcastic reply went on in (Name)’s head. 

“Why?”

The soldier shrugged and continued on eating quietly.  (Name) walked away, her mind empty, trying to hide the look of 
betrayal on her face. Some people never do change. She shot a spiteful, hurt look at the King before leaving which much to her dismay was caught by King Ivan himself, he frowned back. The soldier seemed to acknowledge the little passing himself, but he said nothing. 

With that (Name) walked back to her room, the tinkling laugh of Lady Savannah following her on her way out. It was a long time before (Name) even managed to fall asleep, she almost couldn’t believe it. That very morning they’d been sitting alone in that place…. And now Ivan had met her, he seemed like a different person again. 

(Name), I swear you are not going back to him, just act as if he’s a king, a no-good king. A good for nothing king. I do not freaking look like a boy! A boy? (Name’s) thoughts went back to what King Ivan had said, she sighed and pushed herself up trying to think back to the day before. They had passed those soldiers- soldiers…. If she was a soldier, then she wouldn’t have to see him again, or Lady 

Savannah… in fact this seemed like a perfect opportunity to get away. That guy who had come was a soldier… at least she thought he was, maybe she could ask him. 

He looked the opposite of Ivan in a way. The soldier had black hair instead of pale almost white hair. The soldier had pale blue eyes whereas Ivan had dark blue eyes.  

Dark blue eyes like the freaking ocean…. (Name) mourned to herself. (Name) was not longer in debt, she had after all saved the King’s life… With a sigh (Name) turned around to face the wall and slowly drifted off to sleep. 

The next day breakfast was the same, thankfully the conversation didn't go to the ‘girl servant who 
looked like a guy’, what (Name) failed to realise was the soldier who had glanced her way more than once, though she doubted he was just a soldier now. Maybe he was a commander.  Either way she would ask him, though she had to tell Ivan as well. He hadn’t seemed very happy about her wanting to become a soldier first, what difference would it make her asking him now?  

The difference, well the difference was Lady Savannah, someone (Name) had realized had been with him for most of his teen years. But that didn’t mean too much did it? Teen friends… didn’t always like like each other… 

"(Name)? Erm, could you pass the juice?" The King asked glancing at (Name). Savannah blinked and the smile on her face faltered. 

"Why, Ivan, do you- now her?" she asked, her voice was hesitant, sweet, innocent- curious. Hah, (Name) could see through her act. She watched the King blush and open his mouth.

"Oh no" (Name cut in) "His royal highness had given me the honour of me presenting him my name, his graciousness knows all the servants names, don't you your royal Majesty?" she couldn't hold back the iciness from her voice "Why we have never conversed, it was be a lie to call us friends even-"

She was interrupted by the new man. “I’m going to the capital city this evening, I’ll need a servant or maid to accompany me, someone stubborn, proud and brave” The soldier started, his voice loud, definitely not a soldier… a commander probably… (Name) determined. King Ivan nodded 
turning away from his eggs.

“Anyone in mind?” King Ivan asked looking up from the table. The commander glanced up and his eyes traveled to (Name). He smiled at her, and a frown passed the King's face. 

"Yes, in fact, I do"

King Ivan's frown deepened. 

Oh my god, you know what peoples? I am too scared to check when we posted the last chapter. ok, when did I? 3000BC? I am so sooooorrry. Hopefully we will start updating again. 
So what do you think about Savannah? Is she worthy to join the Helda bus?