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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.
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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]


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.


"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.

(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 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.


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.

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."

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/).


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..
love it!?!?!?!?
*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

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"


"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 ________"


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! 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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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?"

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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?"


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.
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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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Oh, sinners, let’s go down,
Down to the valley to pray.

The incessant chatter of the other students became white noise in my ears. The cafeteria was teeming with eighth-graders scattered at tables eating their lunches. I scanned the room, the tens of dozens of faces, before finally spotting the person I was looking for. I swallowed, thirsty. My throat burned, like a dying fire, from the previous night. When I’d returned from the Beilschmidts’ home, to say Dad was displeased would be the understatement of the century.

“Where have you been?!”

Before I could even close the door, Dad grabbed a fistful of my hair and threw me to the floor. I sat up, starting to feel a little nauseous. Dad’s massive hand gripped my jaw like a vice as he hissed, “Where the fuck have you been? At the school? At the police station? Answer me, you piece of shit!”

I hesitated; I’d learned long ago to be very careful in choosing my words. This time, I decided telling the truth was the safest shot. “I-I passed out on the way home. A kid from school took me to his house till I woke up. . .”

“Is that so?” he remarked in a cynical tone. “Is that where you got that little headband?” He reached up and snatched the gauze off my head. “Did they treat you nice? Like you were family? Like you were actually worth something?” He paused briefly in thought. “Did they feed you?”

I kept quiet, though I had a feeling what was coming.

“C’mon, you piece of shit.” Still holding me by my lower jaw, he led me to the kitchen and threw me to the floor again. Prying my mouth open, he shoved his middle and index fingers as far as he could down my throat. As a result, I gagged violently, saliva dripping from my lips. He tried again, this time successful in causing me to vomit. The soup Mr. Beilschmidt had made me—almost all of it now lay half-digested on the linoleum floor. Dad forced my head downward so that my face was only inches away from the vomit.

“Eat it,” he growled.

I froze. Was he serious? I knew he was, but was he
really going to sit back and watch me eat my own vomit? I stared at the disgusting mush in front of me, trying to block out its incredibly foul stench. I didn’t want him to say it again; it would only end up worse.

So, slowly, I scooped up a tiny amount of the warm regurgitation with my fingers and quickly put it in the back of my mouth. I wanted to throw up again—the taste was horribly bitter and revolting—, but I swallowed anyway.

Dad’s grip on my head tightened slightly. “Slower.”

I suppressed my panic. I wanted to run, run far away from everything and everyone. I was scared, sad, disgusted, angry.

But I did what I was told. I continued eating my own vomit. I ate it slowly to give Dad the satisfaction of getting his way. I held back my tears, my frustration, my screams. And I obeyed.

I really thought I was going to break that night. I really did. How I didn’t I’ll never know. Dad left me on the floor after I had finished, and about a half hour later I went to my bedroom.

I made a beeline for Ludwig, who was sitting quietly in a corner of the cafeteria. He was reading a book, taking a bite of his lunch every now and then. He finally looked up when I was about ten feet away, his expression faltering ever so slightly from worry. My chest ached. I wanted to fall into his lap and cry, to tell him everything, to cling to him as if he were my refuge.

But I couldn’t.

So instead, I half-smiled and took a seat beside him.

“What are you reading?”

Ludwig lifted his head to face me and replied, “Moby Dick. I’m almost finished, though.”

I leaned over to get a peek of the text, but it just looked like gibberish. “Is it in German?”

He nodded. “Ja. This is mein Vater’s book.” He closed his book and put it in his backpack. “I have something for you.” He extracted a Hershey chocolate bar from his backpack and handed it to me. “I-I don’t want you to think too much about it. I-I just thought—since it’s Valentine’s Day, und you’re my friend that—maybe as just a gesture of, u-um. . .”

I grinned, even giggled a little at how flustered he was. It was honestly quite adorable. “Thank you, Ludwig. Now I wished I’d gotten something for you.”

“Oh, it’s alright,” he said, calming down.

My grin softened into a smile as I opened the candy bar and took a tiny bite. “Mm,” I hummed. “This is good.”

“I’m glad.”

Some days I could bear the weight of my parents’ abuse. The beatings were mild, and they would leave me alone when I submitted. However, there were also times when it was an insurmountable burden, a mountain too steep, too high to climb.

The night Dad forced me to eat my own vomit was one of those times. That action, to him, was all about power. He wanted to prove that under that roof, he was God. He ruled over what I ate, what I did, who I associated with, where I went. He consistently saw to it that I did not “go astray”. In his eyes, I was the sinner. I was the lowly filth that didn’t deserve to exist. And he was perfect. He could do no wrong.

But I knew—if I was the only one who knew—I knew how sinful he was.

It was the near the end of March. Dad held me up by the arm and repeatedly punched me in the stomach. He paused for about three seconds between each punch, the next blow more powerful than the one before. Mom stood close by.

“You wouldn’t be punished now if you had done what we told you, _____,” she said in her cold, monotonous tone. “If only you were more obedient, then we wouldn’t have to punish you so often.”

Dad continued hitting me for another minute or so, then finally tossed me aside and left the room. Mom crossed her arms. “If only you had been born better,” she said before following Dad.

I couldn’t move. I felt like my ribs were broken, like my organs were failing. My breathing was staggered, labored. Through clenched teeth, I sucked in air, then let it out in silent moans. My vision blurred and darkened, and as my mind was growing blank, I thought a small but genuine prayer.

Please, get me out of this.

Show me the way,
Good Lord, show me the way.

Wow, I got done with this one real quick. I went on a writing binge the past two nights.

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Oh, sinners, let’s go down,
Down to the valley to pray.

I was sent backward before Dad took my face in his large hand and rammed my head into the wall. I sank to the floor, my vision blurring, while he shoved me in various directions with his booted foot. In the meantime, Mom sat on the couch sipping from her coffee mug, calmly watching the scene unfold. She would say something every now and then to try and prove a point, but I’d learned a long time ago not to trust the bullshit that came out of her mouth.

The last thing I remember before I blacked out was Dad hissing, “Piece of shit.” He pushed my head again with his foot, and I lost consciousness.

The next day (three weeks after Ludwig showed up at my door) was a constant struggle. I fought my body all day to stay upright, stay conscious, stay inconspicuous. I had started picking less fights since I met Ludwig; whether or not that was coincidence I’m not sure, but I knew it would be better for me and my health to keep my conflicts to a minimum.

I skipped lunch. After walking into the cafeteria, all the noise funneled into my ears and caused my head to pound. So I quickly made the decision that I would spend lunch in the bathroom.

P.E. was my next class—and, as if by cruel fate, it was running day. Every student was required to run a mile in under fifteen minutes or had to repeat the process every school day until she was finally successful. I was never the athletic type to begin with, and the task became all the more difficult when you factored in the fact that my body was regularly used as a punching bag.

Of course, I didn’t make the mile marker in less than fifteen minutes. I timed in at exactly nineteen minutes and forty-eight seconds—I’m honestly surprised I made it that soon considering I felt like I was dying the whole time (seriously, I felt like my entire body was shutting down on me).

I staggered into my final class, exhausted and sore, and practically fell into my seat. Ludwig was already at his desk, and he noticed right away that I was not alright. I could tell through my cloudy vision and body aches that he wanted to say something, but ever since our encounter on Christmas Eve, he’d always held back. So he watched me through worried eyes for the duration of the class.

I managed to stay (barely) alert until the final bell rang. My classmates scrambled out of their desks and out the door, but Ludwig and I remained seated. Ludwig slowly stood and took a few steps toward the door. I knew he was watching me—I could feel his piercing blue eyes on my hunched back. I frowned and, through my pain and disorientation, headed out the door and down the hallway. I sat alone on the bus, Ludwig sitting not too far away. I still felt his stare, but I held firm, never letting my body falter.

The bus came to an abrupt halt for the umpteenth time, and Ludwig and I stepped off at our stop. The bus dropped us off about a block away from my house, almost directly in front of Ludwig’s, then sputtered off down the road.

“Is that who I think it is?!”

Ludwig and I turned to see a familiar face approaching us. He smirked, his hands on his hips as he stood smugly in front of us. “Long time no see, _____. What’s kept you?”

I blinked, honestly a bit surprised that Gilbert still considered me a friend. Nonetheless, I mirrored his expression. “I’ve been busy kicking people’s asses. So what’s it like being a freshman, freshman?”

“It sucks—but it’s way better than middle school ever was,” he remarked.

“Better how?”

Gilbert opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. His brows furrowed as he thought. “I don’t really know. It’s just better, for some reason.”

I grinned, though a persistent urge to hurry home was boring at my mind. I had to get home before Mom got suspicious. If she had even the slightest bit of suspicion, she’d snitch to Dad. “Well, good for you. I gotta run home now.”

Gilbert furrowed his brows, looking a bit taken aback. “Already? But I haven’t seen you in almost a year!”

Despite the cold air nipping at my skin, sweat accumulated under my clothing. I took a few steps backward and began to turn on my heel, my legs threatening to buckle under me. “Sorry, Gil. I gotta get started on my homework. I’ve got a pile of it today.”

“Can’t it wait?” Ludwig said, causing me to pause in my stride. “Can’t we at least talk a little while longer?”

I felt like crying. Why did he have to say things like that? I wanted to cry. I wanted to be their friends. I didn’t want to be alone anymore. But I couldn’t let them get involved in my life. I scowled and continued to my house. “I’m busy!”

But alas, fate thought otherwise. Immediately after I took a step forward, my legs lost their strength. My body hit the asphalt and finally gave out.

The first thing I became aware of when I awoke was a serious exchange between three people—three males, one much older. They spoke in a foreign tongue, so I couldn’t understand what they were saying. When I opened my eyes, I was lying on a brown couch in a large, well-lit living area. Then I saw Ludwig seated in a chair that had been moved to my side. He had my jacket in his lap, a first-aid kit sitting on top of it.

He turned his head, noticing me. “Gut,” he said, relief laced in his voice. “You’re finally awake.”

My fingers found their way to my face, and I felt gauze that had been tightly wrapped around my head. I still felt tired, but I felt better. “How long have I been out?”

“A little over an hour,” he replied. “You passed out when you were talking to us, und we took you back to our house.” He glanced down at the first-aid kit in his lap. “I noticed that your head needed tending to—I hope you don’t mind.”

“There was nasty bruise on the back of your head,” Gilbert chimed in. “How did you get it? Did you lose a fight?”

No, I just didn’t put up one, I thought before making something up. “No, I didn’t lose. But he got a few good hits in before I finished him off.”

Gilbert whistled, impressed, but quieted down when Mr. Beilschmidt grunted in disapproval.

“Thanks for helping me out,”—I pushed myself up and moved to stand up—“but I really have to get home.”

“Seriously?” said Gilbert. “You just randomly passed out on the street. You need a break, Frau.”

“_____, please,” Ludwig added. “You need to rest.”

“I’m fine,” I refuted with a grimace. My head pounded, and my body begged for rest, but I moved anyway—at least, until I felt a large hand on my shoulder.

Mr. Beilschmidt looked down at me with his piercing blue eyes (like father like son, I suppose), a hint of concern barely visible in his features. “You shouldn’t be moving around so much in your condition, Fraulein. If you are so insistent on going home, then we will take you there. But we are not letting you walk there.”

I couldn’t help but marvel at how he spoke to me. His tone was gentle yet firm. It was very, for lack of a better word, fatherly—more fatherly than my own father, anyway. I pursed my lips, uncertain of which choice to make. I knew either way Dad would be mad; either way the Beilschmidts would get involved.

Suddenly, a rumbling noise emanated from my stomach. Gilbert cackled. “I think somebody’s hungry.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong. I hadn’t eaten since lunch the previous day, which was a small meal in itself. I was famished, but of course, I would never say that. Instead, I simply shrugged and went along with it. “My stomach has a mind of its own, I guess.”

“I’ll make you something to eat.” Mr. Beilschmidt stood and headed toward the kitchen in the adjacent room.

“Oh, you really don’t have to—” I started.”

“Too late,” Gilbert remarked, cutting me off. “He’s off in Doting Parent World now, und he’ll stay that way until you’re better.”

I ended up staying seated in that exact spot, just talking about random things with the three (mostly Ludwig and Gilbert) while downing three bowls of soup and two glasses of water. Gilbert spoke a lot of high school; his reviews were positive, but he did reference more than a few downsides to being a freshman. One story involved the upperclassmen carrying him and (with his consent) throwing him into a garbage can as a form of hazing. I laughed and smiled more in that short span than I had in all my years beforehand. I could tell that Ludwig had long forgiven me for saying the things I said over the Christmas break. He was far more forgiving than I was. I’ll always be thankful for that.

Some time during our prolonged conversation, I glanced at the wall clock—and my stomach threatened to expel the food I’d just eaten. It was six o’clock, over thirty minutes past the time Dad usually got home. I shakily stood and sputtered out, “O-Okay. I think I should be getting home now.”

“Aw,” Gilbert whined. “No fun.”

I looked at Mr. Beilschmidt with a somewhat apologetic smile. “And I think I can walk. I’m feeling a lot better now.”

Unconvinced, he hummed in comprehension and said to his sons, “You two walk her back. It’s not safe for a girl like her to be walking alone at night.”

“Gotcha, Vati!” said Gilbert.

Ja, Vati,” said Ludwig.

The two walked me home, one on each side of me, until we reached my front yard. I quickly said goodbye and went to the front porch, waiting for them to turn around before preparing myself for what lay in store for me behind the closed door.

Show me the way,
Good Lord, show me the way.

It's here! It's finally here~!

I'm sorry, y'all. I've been both really busy and really lazy lately, which is why I didn't finish sooner.


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Oh, sinners, let’s go down,
Down to the valley to pray.

I didn’t see Ludwig again for the whole summer. I saw him in passing at class registration nearly two months later, but he hadn’t noticed me. I knew he was confused about his encounter with Mom, and he no doubt went home and told his family. Now the seed of suspicion had been planted. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

I now made my way through the school hallways on my first day of class as an eighth-grader. My right arm ached horribly from Dad’s rampage the previous night; he had grabbed my arm and twisted it backwards at a weird angle, so much so that he let go immediately after hearing a loud pop. When he left, I came to the conclusion that nothing was broken, but the whole appendage would hurt like hell for the next few weeks.

The first few classes were all the same: boring subjects with equally boring teachers. P.E. was fifth period, and I knew it was going to be a real workout when the gym teacher told us about her grueling regimen. It was an all-girls class, which honestly didn’t sit well with me. For some reason, I was never able to fit in with the other girls; sure, I couldn’t really fit in anywhere, but especially not with them.

Sixth and seventh periods were English and literature, which incidentally were taught by the same teacher in the same classroom. I entered the classroom, already mentally exhausted, and examined the environment. Other students were piling inside and looking for their desired seat. The teacher called over the chattering students that we could choose our own seat, but that it would be our assigned seat for the year. Her announcement caused the students to stop and weigh their options more carefully. I scanned the room for possible choices; I wanted a seat far away from everyone else, but still close to the front where the teacher was.

I paused in my selection when I saw a familiar face among the small crowd. A small smile tugged at my lips as I instinctively made a beeline toward the desk beside him and sat down. He turned and looked at me, his eyes widening in astonishment.


I smirked and punched him lightly on the arm, instantly regretting my action when a new wave of pain surged through mine. “What’s up, dork? Long time no see.”

Ja.” Shock and bewilderment were still evident on Ludwig’s face. His brows furrowed, and he slowly stuttered out, “Why didn’t you try to see me or mein Bruder over the summer?”

A knot formed in my stomach. The seed of suspicion was starting to take root—but I wouldn’t let it grow. I brushed off his question and remarked, “Is it just me, or did your voice get lower?”


“Sorry, okay?” I made eye contact with him for a brief moment, then faced my desk. “I-I wasn’t sure what to do—since we just met the day before school let out.”

Ludwig was silent, then said, “A few weeks after school ended, I came by your house to see if you could come over. Your Mutter answered the door, but she acted very. . .odd.”

“Well, my mom can be pretty weird. Sometimes she carves faces into our food.”

“That’s not what I meant, _____. She was—”

Fortunately, before Ludwig could go on, the teacher stepped to the front of the classroom and began introducing herself. I sighed inwardly in relief. I wasn’t sure how I felt about someone becoming suspicious of my parents’ abuse. Yes, it would be nothing less than a blessing to be free from them, but things are never that simple. If something were to happen that Dad found out about, he’d do more than unleash his wrath on me. Even if he was caught, legalities couldn’t hold back his fury forever.

I was a victim. But if anyone knew that, I would only suffer more.

The following Saturday my dad told me to mow the lawn. I did as commanded, honestly a bit confused as to why he hadn’t made me do it during the summer. The front yard was littered with weeds and tall, thick grass, dandelions losing their seeds slumping over the other vegetation. I picked one before getting started. It still had almost all of its seeds, and I closed my eyes and quickly made a wish—the same thing I prayed for every night.

“I want to be free.”

After blowing the seeds into the wind and disposing of the weed carcass, I began my work on the yard. I was used to manning the lawn mower, so I breezed through cutting the grass without much trouble.

That is, until I spotted someone standing on the side of the road.

I turned my head to see, my stomach knotting up. I froze. I wanted to speak, but the lawn mower was far too loud for my voice to be heard. So I just continued my chore until I was finished.

When I turned off the lawn mower, Ludwig approached me. He seemed to have been waiting for me to complete my task before conversing. He cleared his throat. “Um, hallo, _____,” he started.

In the split-second between his sentences, numerous thoughts passed through my mind. Why is he here? What do I do? What do I say? How do I not get in trouble?

One thought, however, was very clear: I have to get him away from here.

“Um, _____, I was wondering if you could come over today—”

“Sorry, Ludwig,” I said curtly. “I can’t. I have homework.” I smiled apologetically, wiping away the sweat that had accumulated on my forehead. “But I’ll see you Monday, okay?”

I quickly turned on my heel and rolled the lawn mower back to its home in the back yard before going inside the house.

Slowly, over the next few months, I began to distance myself from Ludwig and his family. I avoided them at both school and home, though it was much harder to stay away from Ludwig now that we sat beside each other for two classes straight. I didn’t want him—or anybody else—getting involved in my struggle. If anyone found out, heaven knows what Dad would do to me—or them.

But, obviously, Ludwig didn’t know my motives; he only knew that I no longer wanted to associate with him. So, naturally, he wanted to find out why.

Not long after I started making the attempts, he tried following me in the hallways and sitting beside me, immediately asking me, “_____, why have you been avoiding me?”

My answer was always a curt, “I’ve been busy.” I would then do my best to move away from him or lose him in a crowd. I was certain my intentions were true, but I couldn’t help but feel an enduring sense of guilt whenever I left him in my dust. Ludwig was honestly trying to be a good friend, and I had strung him along with the false hope that I would reciprocate his friendship—and now I was pushing him away.

As if my parents’ abuse didn’t already make me feel like shit.

One afternoon during the Christmas break, Christmas Eve, to be precise, I was blessed enough to spend the day home alone. My parents were both at work. However, Dad had locked the front and back doors to assure that I wouldn’t “escape” or let someone in. He also locked every room in the house—including the pantry, lounge, and master bedroom—except my room and the bathroom, hid the landline so I wouldn’t call for help, and put away all forms of entertainment (for example, he hid the TV remote).

Yes, I was bored, but I was safe.

I lay on the couch in the living area enjoying the peace and quiet when a knock came to the door. I frowned and ignored it. Another knock. I groaned and sat up, walking to the nearby window and pulling back a single blind. My frown morphed into a bitter grimace.

“_____,” Ludwig called from outside, “I know you’re in there. Please come out. I want to talk to you.”

Sadness and frustration caused my chest to tighten, and I leaned on the doorframe and called back, “Go away.”

A brief silence. Then, in an almost desperate tone, “_____, please. There’s something wrong. I know it. Please, let me help.”

“How many times do I have to tell you to go away?!” I snapped, tears pricking my eyes. “Nothing’s wrong! I don’t need your help! And I don’t want to be your friend anymore! Just go away!

Ludwig didn’t try to refute me. He was standing on my front porch, rendered speechless by my words. I quickly wiped a stray tear and sunk to the floor by the door, holding my face in my hand. I had to do it. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t let him get involved. He was the only friend I ever had—I didn’t think I’d be able to forgive myself if he got hurt.

After a minute or so, I heard a faint noise coming from the other side of the front door. It sounded strange but very familiar. Cupping my ear to the door, I heard a young male voice softly singing a Christmas carol. It was “Silent Night”, but the lyrics were odd. Perhaps they were in German, since that was Ludwig’s native tongue. His voice, which was slightly raised to ensure I could hear, gently passed his lips and cut through the door to enter my ears. He was a bit out of tune, but I could easily hear the emotions coiling inside him. He was heartbroken, too. I could tell by the way his voice shook as he sang. Tears falling down my cheeks, I rested my forehead on the door and muttered, “I’m sorry. . . !”

Show me the way,
Good Lord, show me the way.

Here it is~! Finally~! I promise Gil will come back soon. He's just been busy doing high school things while Luddy and Reader-chan have been stuck in middle school.


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Oh, sinners, let’s go down,
Down to the valley to pray.

My body crashed into the wall. Dad had been shoving me this way and that around the house since I got home. It wasn’t really painful, especially compared to his fully unleashed wrath; it would hurt a little if I collided with something like the coffee table or the corner of a counter, but I was certain his current fit would leave me with no new bruises.

In fact, while he was pushing me around, my mind was partly preoccupied with recalling the ride home. Their father drove while the three of us sat in the back seat, and we were all silent for most of the trip. I introduced myself to their father, and he asked about me and my parents. I did my best to answer without saying anything that would lead to suspicion—I’d learned the hard way years before to act natural when it came to my parents.

Mr. Beilschmidt was a stern, polite, quiet man, and he looked just like Ludwig (but much older, of course). He asked questions, spoke when needed, then stopped talking; I got the indication that he liked to respect the privacy of others. He offered me a place at his dinner table for dinner, but I had to decline. I didn’t want Dad any more furious with me.

As Dad threw me to the floor and yelled obscenities toward me, I remembered the way the two brothers acted. Though they were both silent, their body language was never threatening. Ludwig seemed a bit tense—perhaps from being in such close proximity to a girl—, and Gilbert tried to mask his blatant interest in me behind crossed arms and a glare. They were an intriguing pair, to say the least, and I looked forward to seeing them again at school.

The following day was a Friday. It was also the last day of the school year, and everyone was excited.

Well, everyone except me.

Y’see, with a dad who found some sick pleasure in beating his daughter shitless and a mom who couldn’t care less, school had become my sanctuary. The walls that educated me also formed a sense of security. Though I still had conflicts, they were child’s play compared to what awaited me at home. There, I was untouchable. I was safe.

And now, it was gone for three months.

I spotted Ludwig waiting in line for food at lunch. He stood patiently as the queue slowly inched forward, and before anyone else could cut in, I got in line right behind him. He noticed me immediately. “Hallo, _____,” he said. “How are you feeling today?”

“Better,” I replied, gently running my fingertips across the back of my head. “I still have a headache, but I’ll live.”

Ludwig nodded in comprehension. “Would you like to sit with me today?”


We reached the lunch ladies and selected our meals. Ludwig gathered a modest meal consisting of one hamburger, a cup of mashed potatoes, a small plate of turnip greens, and a carton of milk. I, on the other hand, was a bit more gluttonous with my selections: I picked up two hamburgers, three cups of mashed potatoes, three one-serving bags of baby carrots, two cartons of milk, and a cup of water. Ludwig and everyone around me were no doubt mentally questioning my eating habits, but I didn’t care. However, when it came time to pay, I came up a little short: My total was seven dollars and sixty-two cents. I only had five dollars in my pocket.

I was ready to (reluctantly) put back some of the food when Ludwig stepped up and handed the lady three one-dollar bills. She and I were both quite taken aback by the gesture.

“Ludwig, you don’t have to,” I started. “I’ll put some back—”

Nein,” he interjected. “I can tell that you’re hungry. You should eat.”

“I-I don’t want to impose,” I said slowly as the lady took the money.

“Then you shouldn’t have asked me for a ride home yesterday,” he quipped, his tone slightly less serious than usual.

I smiled apologetically and followed him to the tables. “Thank you,” I said, then repeated, “Danke.

Bitte, _____.”

“What are your plans for the summer, _____?” Ludwig asked as we ate our lunches.

I gulped down my large bite of hamburger. “Um, I don’t really have any. Maybe just sit at home and watch TV.”

“That seems unhealthy,” he remarked.

I frowned. “Well, what are you doing over the summer?”

He blinked, apparently a little surprised by my question. “I don’t really know.” A very light shade of pink dusted his cheeks. “Perhaps we—und mein Bruder—could, um, get together sometime. Since we live so close, it wouldn’t be very hard to plan. . .”

I raised my eyebrows. “Ludwig Beilschmidt, are you trying to make friends with me?”

His blushed reddened slightly. “I-I suppose so. I’ve never had a friend before.”




Ludwig almost spurted his drink. “Watch your language!”

An amused smirk crossed my lips. “Sorry. I just meant that never having a friend—you must’ve been pretty lonely.”

“Well, mein family is always there for me,” he said, then sighed lightly through his nose. “But yes, it is a bit lonely sometimes.”

I smiled. “Well then, Ludwig Beilschmidt, I would be happy to be your friend.”

Ludwig looked at me, a mix of astonishment and relief in his bright blue eyes. A small smile tugged at his lips as he reached out a hand for me to shake. I laughed and hugged him tightly instead.

I peeked out the window, gently pulling down the blinds to see. It was terribly bright, and the streets were empty. Every now and again, a kid or two would come into sight either on foot or on a bike, the doting mother following closely behind. I scowled. While every other kid in existence was enjoying the freedom of summer, I was still a slave to my parents’ abuse and neglect.

My scowl deepened when I remembered my agreement with Ludwig; school had been out for over three weeks, and I hadn’t seen either one of the brothers since. I was honestly starting to miss them. Even if I’d only known them for two days, they were still the only friends I ever had.

A few minutes later, I heard the doorbell ring. I crept out of my room and peeked around the corner to watch as Mom answered the door. She blinked at the person outside and said, “Hello, can I help you?”

Hallo, are you _____’s mother?” said a familiar voice.

A tight knot formed in my stomach, and I’m sure all the color drained from my face. Why is Ludwig here?!

“Yes, I am,” Mom replied monotonously. “Who are you?”

“I’m Ludwig. I was her friend in school.” A brief pause. “Is she here? Can she come over? We live just down the street—”

“No, she may not,” she interrupted, straightening her back to show her full height. “She has never told any of us about a ‘Ludwig’, and I therefore cannot trust your word. Please don’t come here again.”


Before Ludwig could say another word, Mom shut the door in his face. I quickly dashed back to my room and closed the door, feeling an overwhelming sense of dread wash over me. Why did he do that?! I thought. Why, why the hell did he do that?!


My heart pounded inside my chest. I knew—I knew Mom would tell. She told Dad about Ludwig’s coming over—she snitched, and now Dad was enraged. He burst into my room and dragged me to the kitchen by my hair, throwing me down on the linoleum floor. He forced my head downward with his foot, then landed a hard kick to my stomach. Mom spoke in her usual indifferent tone while I gasped for air.

“_____, why did that boy call you his friend?” she said, her voice never showing any hint of emotion. “Your father told you not to get attached to anyone at school. We were trying to protect you—so you wouldn’t get hurt by all the cruel people out there.”

She continued to spout nonsense as Dad delivered another blow, this time a right cross to the side of my head. He shoved my smaller frame around one last time before he and Mom were finished, and then he left for the living room, Mom following soon after.

I remained still on the floor for the next several minutes. I blinked repeatedly, attempting to clear away the dark cloudiness that obscured my vision. A sharp ache stabbed my stomach when I took a deep breath, and my head throbbed in pain.

But I’d make it.

Slowly, I pushed myself up to my feet and staggered to my room.

Show me the way,
Good Lord, show me the way.

Chapter two~! Methinks this story might end up being longer than I thought...


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Oh, sinners, let’s go down,
Down to the valley to pray.

I’m not quite sure when it all started. Dad had always shown animosity toward me, and Mom had always turned a blind eye. When I was younger, he was gentler; when I was still fragile, his abuse was merely verbal. It wasn’t until I was around nine years old—that was when he first laid a hand on me.

It was after I’d come home from school. The bus had dropped me off, and I was making my way through my front door.


Dad seemed to loom over me, glaring down with a rolled up magazine in his hand. After striking me on the side of the face, he began one of his typical verbal lashes. The phrases “worthless piece of shit” and “little bitch” were common, and were often repeated several times.

The violence gradually became more frequent, and his torrents of words perpetuated. I would consistently go to school with new bruises, sometimes on my face. When asked about them, I would say I got into a fight. Some of the kids admired me for my alleged toughness, while others deemed me a threat. Thus, I would be drawn into confrontations at school. Boy or girl, students would pick fights with me, and more often than not I had no choice but to defend myself (how odd that I could defend myself against a near stranger and yet I lacked the courage to talk back to my own father).

Ironically, it was through one of my many school brawls that I met the best friends I’ve ever had.

One day in middle school, a boy named Gilbert Beilschmidt crossed me in the hallway after classes. He smirked at me and sneered, “Hey, loser. Where did you get the black eye?”

I paused in my stride, glancing back at him. Hesitantly, I stood my ground. “Kicking your daddy’s butt. He sure put up a good fight.”

My comment seemed to have gotten under Gilbert’s skin, and his smirked dissolved into an irate scowl. “Whatever, idiot. I could still kick yours.”

My damned pride getting the best of me, I turned to face him and snapped, “Wanna bet?”

That set him off. He lunged at me, grabbing my shoulders and throwing me down to the floor. I quickly recovered and wrapped my arms around his legs, causing him to lose his balance and fall backward. Kids around us watched in awe and amusement as we punched and kicked at one another. Gilbert suddenly grabbed the collar of my uniform shirt and slammed me into the lockers against the wall. I hit my head hard, and considering Dad had struck me there the night before, it hurt a little more than it should have.

My vision became distorted, and I was saved from another blow by a young but strangely authoritative voice shouting words I didn’t understand. I saw another boy take Gilbert by the shoulder and yell at him in an almost parental manner. I barely recognized him as Ludwig Beilschmidt, Gilbert’s younger brother. He and I were both in seventh grade, and Gilbert was in eighth. Ludwig had blond hair and bright baby blue eyes that seemed to cut to your soul. Perhaps that was why he was able to talk some sense into his brother: Even Gilbert couldn’t help but feel intimidated by his soul-piercing stare.

Gilbert grunted and rubbed his arm as Ludwig bent down to look at me. “Are you alright?” he asked with a thick accent, offering a hand.

I blinked slowly, but forced myself to focus and push his hand away. “I’m fine,” I retorted. I stood up and started down the hallway—only to black out completely.

I awoke to a garish white light and the nauseatingly strong scent of antiseptic. A woman, the school nurse, stood over me, shining a bright flashlight directly in my eyes.

“Follow the light, dear,” she said, moving the flashlight in different directions.

After she checked my eyes, I groaned and sat up on the examination bed. “Not really the best choice of words, Miss Braginskaya.”

She chortled. “Sorry, honey,” she replied, putting away her equipment in her coat pockets. “You’ve been unconscious for a little over thirty minutes. A couple boys brought you in after you collapsed.”

I blinked. “What boys?”

Miss Braginskaya smiled and nodded toward the door of the office. “They should be sitting outside.” She finished scribbling something down on a slip of paper and handed it to me. “You should be fine now. Just don’t do anything strenuous for the next few days.” She looked me in the eye with an air of sincere concern. “And be careful.”

I think Miss Braginskaya was the first person to become suspicious that I was the victim of some sort of abuse, that my wounds did not match my fighting stories. It was almost like she could sense that something was terribly wrong in my life, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

I nodded and thanked her before standing and walking out the door. As I entered the hallway, I spotted Gilbert and Ludwig sitting on the bench by the door. They turned to look at me when I came into close proximity, Ludwig standing and approaching me.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Okay,” I answered curtly. “My head just hurts.”

“Hey, come on,” Gilbert remarked. “I didn’t throw you at the wall that hard.”

I frowned and gently rubbed the back of my head. “I must’ve hit a lock or something. . .”

Ludwig cleared his throat. “Mein Bruder would like to apologize for hitting you.”

“No, I wouldn’t—”

Ludwig glared back at Gilbert, who then crossed his arms and grumbled out a low, “Sorry.”

“Anyway,” Ludwig started, “we missed the buses, so I went to the office und called mein Vater to pick me und Gilbert up. Did you want me to call one of your parents to pick you up?”

I swallowed hard, shaking my head. “U-Um, if—if it’s not too much to ask, is it okay if I hitch a ride with you?”

Ludwig’s eyebrows rose in apparent surprise, but he accepted. “Sure. Where do you live?”

“I live just down the street from you.”

“Oh, ja, that’s right,” Gilbert said. “I’ve seen you mowing the lawn before.”

“Then it’s settled,” said Ludwig. “Our Vati will take us all home.”

“By the way,”—Gilbert scrunched his nose slightly—“you never told us your name.”

“_____,” I replied. “And I already know your names.”

Gilbert crossed his arms. “Wow, stalker.”

I scowled in annoyance at him—something I would grow accustomed to doing over the next several years. “It’s not that hard to keep track of you two. You’re the class clown, and Ludwig’s your voice of reason—not to mention the top of our class.”

“Whatever. Let’s just go. Vati should pull up at the car pool stop.”

The two brothers headed down the hallway, Gilbert speeding up every so often and Ludwig trailing steadily behind. I followed hesitantly, almost reluctantly. I had asked them for a ride in the fear that, if I’d called for my own ride, Dad would get angry. Even if it were Mom that took me home, Dad would find out. If Ludwig and Gilbert’s parents gave me a ride, I could plausibly pass it off to Mom and Dad as the bus running a little late. At least that way my punishment would a bit more lenient.

“Where are you two from, anyway?” I asked.

“Germany,” said Ludwig.

“Oh.” I pursed my lips. “How do you say ‘thank you’ in German?”


I breathed a moment before looking up at the pair’s backs and repeating, “Danke.

The two looked back at me. Gilbert grinned, and they both replied, “Bitte, kleines Fraulein.

Show me the way,
Good Lord, show me the way.

I didn't really plan to use a song in this, but whatevs. I'm not quite sure how many chapters there will be, but I'm estimating around five or six. Maybe more, maybe less.


In case you didn't recognize the lyrics, here's the song (from the movie Holes, remember?):…

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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.


“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.”


“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?”


“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.


(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.


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.


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.”


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.


“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.”


'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.


“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
requested by larriss
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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"

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.
"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.
"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."
"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!"
" 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 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?"
"...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.
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.”
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]
Chapter 1: [link]
Chapter 36: [link]
Chapter 38: [link]
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Collection by
Feliks Lukasiewicz and Elizaveta Hedervary at Naka-kon 2014.
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after a long time without uploading here my new cosplay of Norway :dummy: :la:

Foto by : :iconsiary:


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

Charakter: Denmark from Hetalia
Cosplay made and worn by: myself
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Dark!RussiaXReader Tortured Soul #7

You awoke with a start. Waking up in pure darkness. From the shine moonlight, you could fainly see the clock, mounted on the wall at the end of your bed. Three AM?
 Your eyes scanned the room. As you did so, you noticed that three, thick bars were now attatched to the window..Or were they already there before? You didn't remember,or more so
you didn't want to remember. Getting up, you walked to your tiny, dingy bathroom, your head aching from that slap Ivan gave you. When you turn on the light, you expected to see
 a big welt, or maybe a black eye. Your heart stops as you look at your face and neck. Sickly brown and bloody red marks were all over your neck and chest. Some even had teeth marks,
making it even more blotchy and welted. "W-What the fuck..." You said in a breathed voice, horrified. Your hands brought your shirt up, revealing even more hicky-like
welts. Looking down and your thighs, you noticed something carved into your right one. 'Ty moya zhenshchina' was carved deeply on your bloody thigh. "How did I not wake up from this?"
You asked yourself, running your fingers against it. "Wait...wasn't I wearing pants when I went to sleep?" You looked around and tried to serch for your pants, limping as you did so.
"W-Where the fuck are they?!" You whispered to yourself in a worried voice. "Fuck...what am I suppose to do? Ivan...why are you doing this to me?" You held your head in your hands.
Feeling hopeless, you serched through the tiny cabinet in the washroom, finding a ripped washcloth in the prossess. Wiping off your wounds were harder than you thought.
The pangs of pain woke you up rather well. Better than a cold shower or that wretched slap you got the night before. " I need to lay down...but if I lay in my bloodsoaked bed, I'll get an infection."
You contemplated what to do for a second. Then looked at the door. You tried to open it, obviously assuming it was locked. To your surprise, it slowly opened to reveal a dark hallway of paintings.
 A wave of cold air hit you like a ton of bricks. "Oh feels like I'm in Russia already..." You said in your mind. You started running down the hall, the faces of the painting seemingly sneering at you.
You reached another hallway and another stairwell. You slowly walked up the stairs, your heart beating faster as you see a large double door at the end of the hallway.
 "Wha..." You stared to walk but heared a noise and turned your head fast in the oposite direction. "Ah...oh Jesus..that damn cat." You squeezed your thighs in pain. "Fuck this hurts.."
Tears welled up into your eyes as you grabbed the door handle and opened it up. The first thing you saw was a large canopy bed with two giant windows on either side with places to sit on the window sill.
You noticed it was snowing heavily. You stopped dead in your tracks as you saw a body flip over in the bed and groan in a deep, husky voice. "This is Ivans bedroom. I've fucked up this time."
 You said in your mind. Stepping quietly and slowly, you tried to not wake him as you slithered over to the bathroom. He was facing that way, he could wake up any second.
You kept watching him and in your consetration, you tripped over the carpet and gasped loudly in shock. Ivan opened his eyes and sat up slowly. He breathed deeply and looked over to you.
"Why are you in here? Answer me now.." He said in a voice so calm, you shook with pure despair. "I-Ivan...I can't sleep in my room. Please don't hurt me. I'm sorry, I couldn't find a way and-"
"I didn't lock your door, did I? Well...I'm guessing you noticed your wounds, da?" He said in a rough voice, thick with sleep. You nodded. He smiled and got up, walking to your shivering body.

Soon enough, you found yourself in his giant, yet comfortable bed. His long arms forcefully wrapped around your body. "I'm happy you found my bedroom. I've been dreaming about my new wife.."
 His breath on your neck sent goosebumps across your body. "Did you notice the words on your beautiful, thick legs?" He asked, rubbing the Russian words ingraved in your skin.
"Why did you do this?" you asked quietly as you felt his hand slowly go up to your underwear band, playing with it. His finger tips brushed your pubic hair as he went deeper into your underwear.
He pulled you closer as you closed your eyes tightly, your heart throbbed, almost at the same rate as your flower was. "I did this because you are mine. He doesn't deserve you. I do."
 His voice turning more breathed and husky by the second. Your eyes opened as you felt his hand come out and onto your hip. Ivan sighed and flipped you over to face him.
The Russian grabbed your jaw softly and smirked at you. "My writing says 'You are my woman'. Only because you are mine." He then kissed you deeply. Your eyes widened then, closed slowly.
 For some reason, you suddenly felt at ease in his arms. You felt safe. Secure. His mouth tasted of sleep and vodka. A combination you aren't used to. "Ivan..." You turned away.
He lifted you on top of him and you gasped loudly at how fast he put you on top. He pulled your body down to his chest and sighed. At this moment, you felt worried and...aroused? 'What? Seriously _____, get it together.
This guy kidnapped you and fucking slapped you for god sakes!' Your brain screamed at you. Maybe he had a mental problem. 'I'm so confused right now...One minute he hates me, the nexts loves me?' You looked at his lips.
 Were they ever that soft before? Ivans violet eyes gazed into yours. He shifted his gaze from you, to the snow falling outside. While doing so, he pulled the large, homemade quilt onto both of your bodies.
He smiled at you, his eyes glazed with arousel and lust. "Ty moy podsolnukh. Ya khochu chtoby radovat' nas oboikh. Pochemu ty ne dayesh' mne kosnut'sya vashego tela?" He asked in a innocent voice. He moved you over to his side.
 You didn't understand Russian that well. Sure, you took some classes in high school but it never made complete sense. "Ivan...nyet. Vy ne mozhete." You said.
He laughed quietly and responded in more advanced Russian, assuming you knew his native tounge. "Vy prosto khotite chtoby vyzvat' nepriyatnosti,ne tak li? Ya ne yest' vremya dlya etogo moyego angela."
 He waited for your responce and all he had in return was a sheer look of confusion. "Not good at russkiy? Well I can teach you.." He said in a teasing tone. You just shook your head in agreement.



"Why do you have such bad mood swings?"

You felt that you've gone too far when he didn't answer you.

Soon, to your relief, he spoke.

"Why must you ask? Apparently Schizophrenia. Though I am fine. American doctors know nothing..." He said with a voice so cold it send chills down your spine. "W-Well, I just don't want you to hurt me anymore. Maybe you can let me go outside?"
You asked quietly, covering your ears, feeling as though he would shout at you. No shouting came though. Only a angry sigh. "Yes, well, then you'd leave like the rest of them. I'm not that supid anymore, _______." His arms held you tighter, as if you were going to get away.
 'So thats why he becomes so violent. That episode he had...was it his disease, or is it something worse?' You thought.



"Did you ever have a...tramatic past..?"

His muscles froze and you felt his heart beat faster. He stayed quiet.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The clock was the only noise that answered you.

And the silence, was deafening.

I finally had enough ideas the right the next part of my story! And only a year on hiatus! WOO!

No, but seriously. I'm really sorry about making all you hungry Russia fans waiting! Also, I love comments! Favorites! Notes! I love em' all! Please leave some messages about what you think of the story! :D


nukh. Ya khochu chtoby radovat' nas oboikh. Pochemu ty ne dayesh' mne kosnut'sya vashego tela:

You just want to cause trouble , right? I do not have time for this my angel

Vy ne mozhete: You can't

Ty moy podsolnukh. Ya khochu chtoby radovat' nas oboikh. Pochemu ty ne dayesh' mne kosnut'sya vashego tela?: You are my sunflower. I want to please both of us. Why can't I touch your body?

Russkiy: Russian
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You woke up on what felt like tile. Your body felt like it fell five stories from some random building. Your head wasn’t any better and it took a lot of your energy to just raise your head up.

You looked down to see that your body was laying on what appeared to be a multi-colored tile of pink, blue, yellow, and neon green. You looked around even more of your surroundings to see that the walls were purple, white, and magenta. Then the next thing you noticed was a stove and countertops for cooking.

‘Woah. I must be in someone’s kitchen… but whose kitchen?’ you wondered.

Wanting to know what the heck was going on, Oliver soon greeted you.

“Ello poppet! You’re awake? Good! The cupcakes are almost ready!”

You looked up shocked. ‘I didn’t even hear or see him? It’s like he popped out of nowhere’
As you thought this, you continued to stare at your lovable crush.

He was right in front of you excited and bubbly. He wore his clothes like the fanfictions depicted him. And honestly he somehow managed to pull off all those bright clothes on his attire. His hair was as unruly as his counterpart but unlike Arthur, his hair was a brilliant pink. Looking at his eyes, you saw his beautiful neon blue eyes with pink swirls. You always thought his eyes were prettiest of all the 2ps.

Feeling awkward that you were staring at him for a considerable length of time you nervously asked, “H-how did I get here?”

He animatedly responded, “I found you outside my bakery and I took you here!”

‘Huh. I guess that makes sense’ you thought. “Oh. But why am I on the floor?”

He looked at me questioningly. “Don’t you remember? You were half asleep saying that you needed to go home and then collapsed to my kitchen floor. Plus I wouldn’t have let you escape me anyway” He whispered the last part; you were too busy trying to remember something.

“Really?” you shook your head. “But I still don’t remember that. I actually don’t remember anything!” Your mouth started quivering.

“Aww don’t pout” he walked over to you and lifted your chin up to meet his blue-pink gaze. “You have to be happy to enjoy my cupcakes”. Then out of nowhere he had pink icing on his finger and smeared it onto your cheek.

Almost saying, “What was that for”, he went close to your face and licked the icing off of you.

Giving a furious blush, you looked away in embarrassment as he walked away from you to continue baking his cupcakes.

‘Jesus first he kidnaps me and the next he is licking me’. Desperately trying not to fangirl after his recent action, you asked, “Why did you save me?”

“Because poppet… you look scrumptious” he added with a Cheshire grin.

‘Oh sh*t!’

You immediately backed away from him until you reached a purple colored wall.

You responded, “You’re not going to gut me and make me into one of your red cupcakes are you, Oliver?” You attempted and failed to make a fake smile.

Oliver gave a quick ear to ear grin before it faltered a bit.

Then in a slip of a second, Oliver put a knife to your neck and growled into your ear, “How did you know my name before I said it?” He came a little closer to your face. “Are you one of those idiot detectives that keep following me?”

You whimpered a “No!” You thought if you don’t think of something quick you might die right now.

As you thought, Oliver pressed the knife a tiny bit harder to your throat and the pink swirls in his eyes became more prominent. “Then tell me how you knew my name!”

You blurted, “I read about you online!”

His grip on the knife slackened.


“I forgot! I just know I read it!”

The grip on his knife returned. “If you knew about me then why did you appear behind my bakery?”

“I don’t know! I just know you out of everyone in this strange place!” You struggled to get away from the knife’s razor sharp edge.

“What do you mean strange place? You don’t live here?” His eyes bore into yours searching for any lie you might say.

“I-I don’t think so…” you said honestly.

Oliver stood up straight with his knife. You were very glad that his deadly knife was no longer against your throat. You were left on the floor rubbing your probably bruised neck.

“Hmm” Oliver was tapping the sharp end of his knife against his chin thinking. “So poppet…since you've forgot everything, why not stay with me?” He looked at you expectantly with eyes that shown more pink than blue.

‘Well sh*t what choice do I have?’  “Sure!” you responded, “On the condition that you won’t kill me.”

He once again grinned that infamous smile before responding, “I will decide that.”

You were left with that answer as you waited for him to finish his cooking.

~~~~Timeskip Brought To You By Oliver Smearing Pink and Blue Icing All Over His Chest~~~~~

*Ding! Ding! Ding!*

You looked up from a chair you were sitting in.

How did you end up in a chair you might ask? Well the answer was that Oliver insisted that a lady should not sit on the floor like a barbarian… unless she wanted to be treated as such. (Yes that was a probable BDSM implication) After insisting, Oliver made you sit on one of his colorful chairs to wait until the cupcakes were ready.

So here you were, looking at the stove ringing and when you finally decided to tell
Oliver that the cupcakes were ready, he magically appeared into the room.

“Where were you?” you asked curiously.

Oliver took out the cupcakes, “Oh, I was just in the basement.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Doing what?”  ‘Though I think I got an idea.’

He turned back to you jolly with icing spoon in hand. “Why getting fresh ingredients silly!”

Looking at your shocked stare, he added, “Though you probably already knew that didn’t you?”

Trying to keep your composure, you asked, “What frosting are going to be put on t-those cupcakes?”

He winked before icing the cupcakes. He replied, “You’ll see~”

Slightly scared that one of them might have human meat, you stood up and replied, “I think I’m not that hungry anymore.”

Turning to you he pouted, “Why? Afraid that one might have a little meat in them?”
Truthfully saying, “Heck yes” and “I’m not that hungry” Oliver eyes' once again turned more pink than blue.

“You WILL eat some of my cupcakes unless-“ He raised up his knife “-you prefer to BE the meat”

A body-racking shiver went through your spine, before you responded, “F-fine.”
Yelling out a “Yay!” he dropped his knife and hugged you.

Though you were still a bit unnerved by his threat, you couldn’t help but lean into the hug of the psychopathic Englishman. His arms around your waist held you a bit tighter pressing your body even closer against him. You felt him sniffing your hair and giving a soft moan before he released his grip on you.

You stood there bewildered as to what just happened. ‘D-did he just moan!?’

Oliver went back to his cupcakes and finished his icing over them. He soon brought them to the table and set them down.

Grabbing your hand, he once again he led you to the colorful chair but not before pulling it out for you first.

Saying a “Thank you” you sat down and looked at the tray in front of you.
On the tray were cupcakes of pink, blue, and purple.

‘Okay… pink and blue means that those cupcakes are safe to eat’ You looked down at that one purple cupcake.

‘Wait, what does purple mean again?’ You eyed it suspiciously. ‘I hope it’s not poison! I will just stay away from that one until I can remember what purple means.’

“Aren’t you going to try one love?” Oliver asked from right beside your head.

Looking out of the corner of your eye, you saw how close he was to you. Calmly you responded, “I am deciding which one to pick first.”

He smiled. “Try that pink one first!” He pointed to a pink cupcake.

“Okay…” You reached for the cupcake and hesitantly brought it to your mouth. Looking to Oliver, who was watching you intently, you took a bite.

In your mouth exploded floury goodness and you couldn’t help but moan.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

You looked to him and genuinely smiled. “Like it? I love it!” You took another bite.

Oliver seemed satisfied with your compliment before he took a cupcake and ate one himself. But throughout his eating, he never once touched the purple cupcake.

Eating almost all the cupcakes you replied, “I am so full!” before smiling back at him again.

Oliver grinned. “Oh but poppet you missed one!” He pointed to the lone purple cupcake.

‘Yeah I didn’t eat that one on purpose’ you thought. “Oh Ollie but I’m so full!” you whined.

Oliver took great pleasure in his new nickname. He thought, ‘I want to keep her. She shall be mine forever.’ Then Oliver’s eyes widened.

“Silly me! I never did ask you your name since you already now mine!” Oliver suddenly stated before putting a hand to his forehead.

You looked to him confused. “I never told you?”

Oliver shook his head. “No, you didn’t” He leaned closer to you. “So what’s your name, love?”

You blushed. ‘He keeps calling me that. Does he love me or something?’ “I-erm- my name is ______ _____”

“_______” He let your name roll off his tongue like he was tasting icing. “I like that. Sounds good~.”
Your body quivered in excitement the way he sensually said your name.

He looked at the time on his watch. “Poppet it’s getting late, do you want me to show you your room?”

Nodding, he grabbed your hand, this time gently, and led you down the hall.

~~~~~~~~~~Timeskip of Oliver Sneaking That Certain Purple Cupcake Behind His Back~~~~~~~~

Oliver led you down the hall and took a right.

Soon you both were facing a pink colored door.

Oliver bowed and said, “Ladies first” before opening the door for you.

Thanking him you stepped in.

Your eyes were bombarded with neon colors everywhere. The walls, the floor, and even the flipping bed was bright.

‘I’m glad I don’t get seizures easily because if I did I would be having one right now’

The only thing that didn’t kill your eyes was the flag of Britain hanging over the bed with neon green nails to keep it in place on the purple wall.

Just looking at that piece of non-threatening material made you happy that even if Oliver was bi-polar, he at least had some sort of soft spot when it came to patriotism.

Turning back, you found him watching you. You stared back at him. ‘Should I just thank him? What should I do?’

Making up your mind, you walked up to him and smiled.

Oliver cocked his head to the side confused before smiling himself. He was going to ask, “What, poppet?” before you hugged him tightly around his waist and pressed yourself to him tightly.

Loving the closeness of your bodies once again, he hugged you back. He was now determined to keep and protect you because for what was the first time in his life, he felt understood.

“Thank you Ollie for taking me back here and taking care of me”

He looked down surprised. Never had anyone thanked him for taking them to his house (though we all know why).

He smiled and kissed your hair before letting go of you.

Your gaze softened at the man. Then you noticed he was hiding something behind his back.
You asked, “Hey Ollie, what’s that behind your back?”

Eyes widening that he got caught, he said, “Nothing, love. As a matter of fact, I have to grab new ingredients now. Goodnight!” and he left the room in a hurry after closing the door.

You furrowed your eyebrows. ‘Well that was weird’ you thought.

Little did you know he wanted you to eat that purple cupcake to put you to sleep and ‘DO’ stuff to you (if you know what I mean *perverted laugh*) before he changed his mind at the last second.

You faced the bed and plunged yourself in its covers and squealed in delight. You spent your day with your eccentric love! Goodness, you couldn’t even believe that this whole day was real or even that your wish from that prehistoric mirror came true!

But as you lay there, you remembered that you were slowly forgetting your old life and the people you knew, but more importantly, your parents you left behind in your own dimension.

Now all that bothered your mind was “Why am I forgetting them?...”

“…And how do I get back home?”
Haha yes! Another 2p! And it’s the cute huggable psycho Oliver!

I loves his personality and his love for pink ><

Anyway, I really did hope you guys enjoyed this story! I worked really hard to get his double personality right. Do forget to COMMENT and/or FAV; I love reading your guys comments and it helps provide inspiration for future works.

I only own the plot to this story! Nothing else! (Note: Although I did Photoshop the cupcakes, swirls, and heart into the picture... but I do give credit to :namioki-chan: who drew the character 2p England)

You belong to you (unless you “accidentally” eat that purple cupcake; You belong to 2p England)

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Has anyone ever read a 2p!England kidnapping fic and thought, “I wouldn’t be scared, I would love this!”? Because that’s how I always feel when reading them... So, this is for all you crazy Ollie fans. Including me. As I am one of them...


“Let’s play a game, love.” he said, whispering in your ear and trailing a finger along your shoulders lovingly.

You turned, mind still fuzzy. His swirling pink and blue eyes startled you, but all it really seemed to do was snap you into focus. “I’m a fan of games.” you said with a little smile.

He seemed a bit taken aback, yet still delighted. “Oh, that’s perfect! This is a hiding game, alright?”

“Okay, what are the rules? Is it just hide and seek?” you said, your smile growing. You were rather good at hide and seek.

He nodded, “Yes, _____, essentially it is. There might be a few twists and turns, but at the game’s essence lies a silly game of hide and seek.”

You grinned. “Would you like to seek, or shall I?” you asked him innocently, ready for these twists and turns.

“Oh, poppet,” Why did your heart leap when he called you that? It’s just a British thing, right? “I don’t hide.”

You kept your smile, ignoring his peculiar little changes in mood. He was undeniably cute, and you were just crazy enough to enjoy this. “Well then, I suppose you’re in luck!” you said. Continuing on you said, “That’s the thing with good friends, they can change the rules of the game to benefit the team. You can always seek, since I prefer to hide anyway, alright?”

Again he looked surprised, but still remain ecstatic. “_____, that just sounds perfect!” he clapped his hands together, ready to play.

“Hey, you know my name, but I don’t know yours!” you noticed. “I feel silly!”

His eyes widened, looking deeply into your (e/c) ones, “I suppose you’re right! My name is Oliver, _____.”

“Kay, what will you count to? You might have to give me an extra few seconds, I don’t have a clue as to where I am.” you said, for the first time looking around.

He nodded, “A minute.” Your eyes widened in excitement. You could find a very good hiding spot in a minute, you were sure!

“And I’ll allow dirty play and cheating;” you mused, “it’ll make things more fun!”

Oliver started to untie you from the chair, then said sweetly, “You won’t try to escape, will you, _____?”

You frowned, “Why would I do that? We’re playing a game.”

A manic grin spread across his features, “I don’t know what brought it to mind. I’ll start counting, now, alright, poppet?” A little blush spread across your cheeks and you leapt to attention.

“Kay! Oh, wait, Oliver! What are the stakes?” you said. “Surely this is important. I’m missing some rather important things today to play, so there must be a reason. It can’t be a friendly game, can it?”

He smiled, “We’ll discuss that later. The first round is always a practice round. I wouldn’t want you to be found just because you didn’t understand the rules. Once I find you we’ll talk about stakes.”

If you find me.” you said. Extending a hand for him to shake you two accepted the rules of the game, however hazy, and got prepared.

He grinned, releasing you hand and bringing his hands up to cover his eyes. “One.”

You nodded, and ran as fast as you could. Quickly you raced up the basement steps, calling out, “No peeking!” A smile danced on your lips as you ran down hallways, looking for a nice place to hide. You saw a few possible spots, but didn’t think they were quite good enough. Pulling out the big guns you ran even faster. The house was large, and your bare feet padded softly as you sprinted.

Then you saw the perfect place. The whole house was clean and orderly, but you found one room that wasn’t. There were torn posters of sports stars, piles of clothing, bits of trash, everything was atrocious. You were positive that someone other than Oliver used this room, and you darted inside. Situating yourself inside the closet behind some boxes you waited.


Oliver sat counting for a while thinking about you. You were just supposed to be some other prey, but he really liked the way you did things. He could always enjoy someone who took games seriously.

After counting to sixty Oliver stood and made his way up the stairs yelling, “Ready or not, here I come!” He waited a moment for the usual whimper of fear, but it never came. Maybe you really were different.

He looked around corners, in closets, in piles of stuffed animals; you were no where to be found. Eventually he became concerned. What if you had lied? What if you had escaped? Oliver became angry, and ripped things up in his search for you. He took a moment to check all the locks and window, but as far as he could tell you had to be in the building.

Oliver searched high and low. You were quite good, he had to admit. He wondered slightly if you were cheating, but brushed it off. This was a practice round, and he seemed to trust you.


You sat in that closet for a long time, but your adrenaline never wore off. Heart pounding in your chest, you waited. Soon the door opened, and you tried to control your breathing. But you heard something that made your heart drop. “Dammit, where did I leave my bat?”

Peaking out of the closet you saw a tall tan man. He was being far too loud! He would reveal your position, and ruin your game. You heard footsteps outside the room, and you knew you had to act quickly. Grabbing a knife you had noticed on the shelf of the closet when you had first entered, you emerged. Having surprise and a sudden burst of strength on your side, you tackled the man and dragged him into the closet. You kept one hand on his mouth, but once he was inside you pressed your blade lightly into the flesh of his throat to stop his thrashing.

“Shh!” you said, “He’ll find me!” Your voice was stern, but still hushed.

He turned to face you in the dark and you let the knife drop, “So you’re his new-”

You heard footsteps and quickly clamped a hand back over his mouth. Oliver called out, “Poppet? Was that you?” Your heart sped up in your chest, making your face feel flushed.

Waiting until you heard him leave down the hall, you finally let up your iron grip on the strange man. He sat up, “Why of all places are you in my closet?”

“It seemed best, and I only had a minute to hide. He has been looking for me for at least ten minutes and hasn’t found a trace!” you giggled. Then you remembered, “You almost ruined the game!”

His blood red eyes stared you down, “You’re not scared?”

“What?” you said, confused.

He frowned, “How did you get here?”

“Well, I was walking home, and then I saw Oliver! He offered me a cupcake, told me I was pretty lucky, then everything went fuzzy. The next thing I remember was Oliver offering to play a game with me! I love games!” you explained.

He cocked an eyebrow, “You crazy?”

You lifted up your thumb and first finger separated slightly, nodding, “Lil bit.”

“Have fun then, I guess.” he said, moving to get up.

You grip on the knife tightened, and before the man could move you had it pressed to his throat once more. “Wait,” you said, “who are you?”

“Al, Oliver’s brother. Why don’t you cool it with the knife?” he said, moving to grab you arm in case he needed to break it, but your mind was elsewhere.

You said, stunned, “You’re his brother?! You’ll give me away for sure! I shouldn’t have trusted you!” You bolted up, dropping the knife and left him sitting in his closet thoroughly confused.

You sped through the house, finding another room that looked promising. There was a California king bed, covered with a massive pile of plush animals. Suppressing the urge to squeal at the cute animals you dove in the pile and burrowed to its core. You sat, hugging a cute (favorite animal) that you found especially inviting.


Oliver was getting frustrated. Then he heard a door open and the pattering of footsteps. He was about to race after you when something peculiar happened. More footsteps sounded in his ears. He whipped around to see his brother. “Alfred,” he said, placing a hand over his heart, “you startled me.”

Al pointed down past Oliver, “A feisty one you’ve got there. She kept me hostage in my own closet with a knife so I wouldn’t ruin your game.”

“She’s still playing?” Oliver asked, stunned.

Al nodded, “Crazy little thing. When’s the wedding?”

“W-What?” Oliver asked, his heart starting to pound.

Al grinned, slinging his bat up to rest on one shoulder, “Nothin’. I’m just sayin’ she seems like your type.”

“I-I have to go.” Oliver said, still consumed with thoughts of you. He ran off to where he had heard your footsteps, rechecking closets and other hiding places. Then he heard a creak. It was slight, but it led him towards his spare bedroom, which housed his stuffed animals.

“Poppet?” he asked, thinking that pile was a little bigger than it had been. Oliver started to carefully pull aside the stack of stuffed animals, until he found you clutching one of the animals to your chest. Once you were sure you had been found, you burst into a bout of giggles, which dragged a little smile to his face.

You grinned, setting the plush animal down, and hopped up, “You found me!”

“You cheated.” he said, looking at you disapprovingly.

Your (e/c) eyes widened, “I did say we could cheat, didn’t I? And your brother would have given away my old position for sure! Where’s the fun in that?”

“I...” he trailed off, thinking about how beautiful you looked, with your cheeks flushed in mad excitement, and your hair slightly tousled by hiding in the toys, “I don’t know, love.”

You tapped your chin, “Now. If that was the practice round, then this is the real round, and there have to be some stakes.”

Oliver nodded, but told you, “Well, poppet, why don’t we both choose something we’d like from the other, then whoever wins can claim their prize.”


This was so much fun... Even though it has been bothering me, mocking me, on my desktop for weeks! I finally got it done with a little help from music from the Sweeney Todd soundtrack.

Hope you enjoy, crazy fu- *hit by Ollie*

:icon2penglandwantsplz::iconsaysplz:No swearing!



Part II: [link]


Only the plot is mine.

You are Oliver's. Have fun. ^^
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OK so here's a Netherlands shimeji ---- he's such a cutie ;3;

Based upon :iconcrazy-chibi:'s awesome England shimeji

Download's over here --> [link]

Enjoy :D

1. click the link and download the file
2. extract the files with winRAR
3. click the .exe file called shimeji
4. you now have an adorable buddy walking around on your monitor :meow:

Netherlands and Hetalia belong to Himaruya
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Knock, knock.

A cold breeze blew past, sneaking into the warm crevices of your coat and making you shiver as you stood in the cold.

Hurry up and answer the door, Al! I’m freezing my ass off out here, dammit.’ You thought bitterly, shivering again and reaching out to knock on the door a second time before it swung open, warm light shining upon you.

“Really Al, how long does it take to answer a door?” You grumbled, looking up from the task of scraping snow off your shoes before freezing. “Oh.” The person in front of you was not, in fact, your friend Alfred but a tall man you’d never seen before in your life. A scarf was wrapped snug around his neck and his nose was more prominent than most people.

“I think you may have the wrong house.” You flushed at the stranger, feeling embarrassed about your mistake.


“It is fine.” He replied, a warm smile on his face. “So, where are you trying to get to?” He didn’t ask why and you found yourself feeling grateful, whether or not he’d chosen not to on purpose.

“Um, my friend’s house. Alfred Jones...He lives down this road.” The man raised an eyebrow.

“Nobody around here has the last name Jones.” You blinked, sudden panic welling up inside you. ‘Fuck. Don’t tell me.

“Where...Am I?” The man laughed softly.

“Obviously not where you thought you were.” He moved, stepping further into his house and you wondered if he was going to just leave you without help.


“Would you like to spend the night?” He interrupted and you blinked, taken by surprise. “It is late, dark and I heard it was going to get colder in the night.” His smile didn’t falter at the suspicious look you gave him. “I am certainly more trustworthy than anybody you may meet out there, you know.” You glanced over your shoulder.

“...If you wouldn’t mind.”


That was how you found yourself sitting at the table of a stranger, in his house.

A bowl of food you’d never seen before was in front of you and you stirred the red soup nervously, wondering what was inside.

“Sorry if it is not to your liking. I was making myself dinner, so it was all I had on hand.” You glanced towards the man, his own bowl in front of him as he returned the look apologetically.

“Ah, it’s...Fine. I’ve never seen anything like it before, that’s all.”

“Да, well, that is because it is a Russian dish! Like me - ah, but I am not food. Just Russian.” He laughed at his own blunder and you felt yourself smile. This guy was strange. “How rude! I have not even told you my name. I am Ivan, Ivan Braginsky.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” You replied politely before spooning some of the red soup into your mouth. ‘This is actually kind of tasty.’ Ivan stared at you for a moment, as if waiting for something.

“...Are you going to tell me yours?” You didn’t reply, staring into your bowl nervously. Of course, Ivan wasn’t stupid. “Ahh. I remember where I have seen you before now.” You froze, your own (e/c) eyes flickering up to meet his own dark purple ones worriedly. He didn’t stop smiling. “If you do not want to go home then I shall not make you.” You relaxed, smiling back tentatively.

“Sorry - I don’t want you to get into trouble or anything for letting me stay here, but-”

“It is fine. I invited you in, да? It would be rude to send you away.”

“You seem to value good manners over the law…” You replied, frowning. His smile only seemed to grow wider.

“Is that not what the law is for?” He ate some of his soup before continuing to talk. “I will not send you away, (F/N). Children do not run away from home for no reason.” You flinched at the use of your name but knew you shouldn’t have been surprised. You were all over the news, everybody knew your name by now.

“I’m...Not a child.” You grumbled. Ivan’s smile turned indulgent, despite not really changing at all.

“You are under 18, да? You are a child.” You frowned back and shoved some red soup in your mouth. Ivan laughed to himself and ate his own.

The night was silent.


Light burned through your eyelids.

“Доброе утро!”

“What...What?” You groaned, moving your arm to cover your face. A hand moved it away patiently, another flicking your nose.

“It is an hour after sunrise, (F/N)! A good time to wake up.”

“‘Sunrise’ is never a good time to wake up!”

“An hour after, дорогой.” You opened your eyes so you could glare at the man hovering above you tiredly. He was already dressed for the day, one end of his scarf hanging over his shoulder and resting on the bed.

“How old are you?”

“Now now! We only met yesterday, let’s save the personal questions for another time.” You stuck out your tongue and Ivan mouthed ‘child’ down at you. You huffed and sat up, pushing away his hands.

“Whatever.” You smirked. “You know, technically you could get arrested for molesting a ‘child’.”

“And if you were to call the police, you would get taken home.” He patted you on the head before heading for the door. “Breakfast is ready, by the way.”


You chewed thoughtfully on the pancake-that-was-not-a-pancake.

“So, you will be going to find your friend after this?” Ivan asked. He had invited you to sit in the living room while eating your not-pancakes and sat in an armchair without any food for himself.

“Yeah.” You replied, cutting up another piece. Ivan made weird food that tasted nice. His smile did not waver but changed, going from casual to gentle. You did not know how he managed to do this, but he did and it was interesting.

“I see.” He turned his head to look out the window. “...If he cannot take you in, (F/N), I would not mind letting you stay here.” Your piece of not-pancake stayed uneaten and fell from your fork back onto the plate, your mouth left hanging comically open.

“...You...Want me to stay here?” Ivan looked back at you, his cheeks slightly more pinker than usual.

“I said I did not mind.” For the first time, his smile faded. “It is...Lonely, here. I have enjoyed your company. But obviously we do not know each other that well.” You looked down at your plate, frown contemplative.

“...You know, seeing as I have no idea where I am Alfred must be such a long way away.” You said casually. “I used up all my money and supplies to get here. Oh, but wouldn’t they think I went there anyway? If I stayed here...Nobody would have to know.” Ivan was staring at you again and you smiled to your plate, as if telling it a secret. “Maybe I should stick around. But who would have the kindness to let me stay…? What a predicament.” Ivan’s smile returned to him and he leant back, laughing softly.

“You are a horrible actor, you know.”

“Wha- I’m trying to be nice, jerk!”


So you stayed.

“Heeeey! Get up!” You said brightly, knees either side of Ivan’s waist as you practically sat on him. “Ivan!” He groaned something in Russian and covered his face with his arms. You pursed your lips huffily and wondered what to do before grinning. “I wonder how ticklish you are, my dear housemate…” You peeled back the covers, planning on going for his neck - you’d never had the chance to see it before.

There was a still, suffocating silence.

“Oh...Ivan…” You got off the bed, eyes lingering on the ruined skin of his neck for a moment longer before leaving the room, closing the door softly behind you.

He had taken you in because you were the same.

Silently making your way downstairs you sat in the living room and waited for Ivan to wake up, mind heavy with dark thoughts.


“Oh, you are already awake!” You blinked, snapped out of your daze. You hadn’t even heard Ivan getting ready, but he was fully dressed - scarf and all - and his silvery hair was damp. You looked down, feeling awkward.

“Yeah…” ‘Ugh, this is stupid. I’ve been living with Ivan for over two months now, he’ll tell me his problems when he’s ready and I’ll tell him mine when I am. Forget about it!’ You smiled and looked up at him again. He looked concerned but before he could say anything you were already speaking. “Hey, guess what today is?” He paused, tilting his head before leaning against the hallway wall.

“What, малышка?”

“My birthday!” You replied brightly, leaning forward with a grin. “I am now 18, legally allowed to live here and most certainly not a child!” Ivan chuckled, smiling in return.

“I see. Would you like a present, then?” You blinked. Presents were definitely nice…

“If you’re offering.” You replied.

“Alright.” He stood straight and walked over to you, smiling even when he crouched, fingers gently skimming your chin and lips pressing to yours softly. “С Днем Рождения.” You blinked, hand moving to press fingers against your lips.

“...Thank you.” You mumbled, flushing softly. Ivan tilted his head, smile gentle.

“You are welcome.” He stood up, pulling you with him. You stumbled in surprise and he caught you, giggling quietly when you found yourself leaning against him, hands gripping the front of his jumper. “Would you like me to make you a cake, too?” He didn’t wait for an answer, letting you go and disappearing into the kitchen, leaving you alone and totally out of it.

...I am okay with this.


“I like having you here, (F/N).” Ivan mumbled, face pressed to your stomach. You were both laying on the couch, Ivan far too long for it. You were leant against one armrest with Ivan hugging your hips, legs hanging off the other.

“I’ve noticed.” You said somewhat teasingly as you took another bite out of the cake he’d made for you. He hummed before pulling your shirt up slightly and kissing your bare skin.

“I mean it. Please never leave.” You blinked, surprised.

“...Are you asking me to marry you or something?” Ivan giggled, moving to lean on his elbows and rest his chin on his hands.

“Maybe when you are a bit older, да?” You stared at him. He laughed. “Я люблю тебя!” You narrowed your eyes before closing them and leaning back, a hand moving to run through his now-dry hair.

“I don’t think I want to leave, anyway.”


“Здравствуйте?” You looked up from the book you were reading - something Ivan owned, written by some Russian guy - towards the front door and felt your blood run cold. A blonde man with acidic green eyes and unusually large eyebrows wearing a police uniform stood in front of Ivan, holding a poster that featured a picture of you.

“You haven’t happened to have seen this girl, have you?” You were quiet, slowly moving to hide behind the wall as you listened to the blonde policeman talk. You knew you could trust Ivan not to say anythin-

“Да, she is living with me.” There was a silence, the policeman obviously not having expected this reaction at all. It was broken by the very audible sound of your hand coming into contact with your face and Ivan’s resulting giggle.

“R-Right, well...Miss (L/N), please step out here.” You sighed and did as he asked, sending Ivan a light glare. ‘Thanks a lot, asshole.’ You thought. He only smiled, as per usual. The policeman’s green eyes flickered between you both before landing on you. “Well, it’s about time you went home. What did you think you were doing, being so irresponsible as to run away from home? Your mother has been very worried.” You rolled your eyes. ‘Likely story.

“Ah, I am afraid she is unable to go with you.” Ivan said casually. You looked at him in confusion, along with the policeman.

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, a few weeks ago she turned 18. Legally, her home is where she wishes it to be - and that is here.” You mentally hit yourself. ‘Duh. Why didn’t I think of that?’ The policeman turned to you.

“Is this true?”

“Uhuh. My birthday is on the (dd) of (mm).” You replied. He frowned, looking at you both a second time before nodding.

“Right then. Well, I’ll just have to inform your mother. Good day, to both of you.” He looked directly at you - properly, this time, and you knew he understood.

“До Свидания!” You both watched him get into his car and drive away before closing the front door. “Well, I am glad we dealt with tha-” Ivan started only for you to punch him in the gut.

“Jerk! he could have taken me home!” He didn’t seem too hurt, only smiling down at you like usual.

“How could he take you when you were already there?”

The night was silent with your lips against his.
Fluff????? With a hint of angst~
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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."



   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


~~   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.
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."
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.
"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.


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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.


“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.


“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. " 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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‘What’s with the caps lock? – John’


‘YOU’LL NEVER FIND ME! – Sherlock’

‘Are they ok? – Mycroft’

‘I don’t know – John’

‘Hey John guess what? – Sherlock’

‘What? – John’

‘I broke down my door using my body – Sherlock’

‘……………… - John’

‘I’m concerned – Mycroft’

‘AWW YOU DO CARE! *virtual hug* - Sherlock’


‘I AM NOT A SIP! – Sherlock’

‘*SHIP*! – YN’

‘AH GRAMMAR NAZI! – Sherlock’

‘I’m scared – John’

‘Be afraid be very afraid – YN’

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‘What did the note say? – Mycroft’

‘I dunno it’s just scribbles – Greg’


‘Are you drunk? – John’


‘You’re standing by the elevator beside Sherlock making sexual gestures towards me – Greg’

‘You’re hot to trot – Sherlock’

‘Are you breaking up with me for Greg?! – YN’

‘Me and Graham have a special connection – Sherlock’

‘Fuck your special connection – YN’

‘My name isn’t Graham -_- - Greg’


‘Greg – Greg’


‘He killed him – John’

‘Oh now you’ve done it he’s collapsed to his knees and is yelling ‘NO!’ while (Y/n) laughs – Greg’


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‘JIM! – YN’

‘What? – Jim’

‘I love you – YN’

‘I love you too – Jim’


‘???? – Jim’

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‘Oh - Jim’

10 minutes later.

‘They’ve been quiet – Greg’

‘To quiet – John’

‘I’m scared – Mycroft’

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‘NEVER SAY NEVER! – Sherlock’


‘Now I’m scared – Jim’

‘You’re not listening to them sing – Sebastian’

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‘Sherly you have sex hair – YN’

‘I know I got the good looks of the family – Sherlock’

‘………………. – Mycroft’

‘Meh I think Mycroft is fit – YN’

‘Mycroft stay the hell away from my girlfriend or I’ll shove your umbrella up your ass! – Sherlock’

‘You can have her – Mycroft’

‘Hey! – YN’

‘Now you’ve upset her – Sebastian’

‘ : ( - YN’

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‘I know – YN’

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‘NOOOOOOOO! – Sherlock’


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‘Lol – John’

‘XD – Greg’

‘How is that funny? – Mycroft’

‘Because her cake fell out the window – John’

‘Lol – Jim’

‘See even Moriarty has a sense of humour. You Mycroft are dead inside – John’



‘I am not dead -_- - Mycroft’



‘How much have they had? – Greg’

‘No idea but I want some – Jim’

‘We stole it from your stash – YN’

‘O_O MY STASH?! – Jim’

‘Whoopsie – Sherlock’

‘Daisy – YN’

‘…………………. – Jim’

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‘Get out of there! – John’

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‘I don’t even wanna know – Greg’

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‘What can they do? – Jim’

‘Have sex – Greg’

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‘Oh dear mother of god mini Sherlock’s – Jim’


‘GO, GO, GO! – John’

‘Bit over dramatic but ok – Greg’

‘Imagine it Lestrade. More than one Sherlock. He might even make you baby sit – Jim’


10 minutes later.

‘Ok crisis averted – Mycroft’

‘What did you do? – Jim’

‘I am currently with (Y/n) while John took Sherlock – Mycroft’

‘And I went to the bakery and got some cake – Greg’

‘Lucky bastard – Mycroft’

‘MyMy you’re like a cuddly bear – YN’

‘Please stop hugging me – Mycroft’

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‘I’m not on her she’s on me! – Mycroft’



‘I am so uncomfortable – Mycroft’

‘Sherlock is pouting and I’m scared – John’

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‘Mycroft? – Greg’

‘I tackled him ^_^ - YN’

‘Poor Mycroft – Jim’

‘Yep – John’

‘Hahahaha Mysie got taken out by a girl XD – Sherlock’

‘Mysie? Hahahahaha – YN’

‘Ah oxygen! – Mycroft’

‘Sorry Mysie – YN’

‘Can you please get off me? – Mycroft’

‘No. Selfie! – YN’

‘NO! – Mycroft’

(Y/n) has uploaded a picture and tagged Mycroft in it.

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‘I feel so bad for you right now yet I’m laughing hahaha – Jim’

‘I hate you all – Mycroft’


‘You left me for Graham I left you for Mycroft – YN’

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‘No idea – YN’

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‘Shhh Mysie – Sherlock’

Sherlock has changed his name to Sex god.

Mycroft has changed his name to Mysie.

‘…………………… - Mysie’


‘Stop glaring at me you’re creeping me out – YN’

‘I hate you – Mysie’

‘ : ( - YN’

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‘I will hunt you down – Mysie’

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‘Sherly? – YN’

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‘Ehh (Y/n)? – Greg’

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‘Why do I have marker on my face? – Sex god’

‘Why am I in Mycroft’s house? – YN’

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‘O_O – YN’

‘(Y/N)! – Sebastian’

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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.”


“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-!”


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!

:iconomgwtfgermanyplz:: What...What is this?!

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:

Disclaimer: I own this laptop, these assignments I need to be doing, this IPod, this phone, this globe, and that door over there, Hidekaz Himaruya owns Hetalia
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Spain X Reader: His Dream ..:Sequel:..


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!

*Sigh* Anyway, I hope you like it... ^^;

ENJOY! >//w//<;;


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!]


" 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]


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.


"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!

THE END! .//////. ~ <3
This is the first story - [link] ^////^;

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..." 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, 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.
"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.
" 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.
"" 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.
"" 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 moving." He smiled, feeling the baby kick him hard. He grinned like a madman; that unnerving, adorable smile.
"It does that." You nodded.
"'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.


"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.


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...
EDIT: 23rd April: OMG! 11,068 page views and 412 favourites! I love you all! 

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Apologies about it being so late! :iconorzplz: But, here it is! I can't write Nyotalia... :icondepressedplz:
I made his personality similar to Belarus', thus ensuring that he was OOC. But, I gave it ago!

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~Commissions~ (CLOSED)

Journal Entry: Wed Nov 21, 2012, 7:42 PM

I am offering to draw characters as chibis!

Style 1:

Flat Color ~ 100 :points:
Add shading ~ +10 :points:
Additional Character in the same picture ~ +20 :points:

Style 2:
Sketches ~ 100 :points:
*Sketches will come without color*

Lined ~ 110 :points:
none right now

Flat Color ~ +20 :points:
*Also applies for coloring on the sketches*
Chibi Valentine by Chibitsuna

Additional Character in the same picture ~ +30 :points:

*Until I figure out shading, it is not an option for this style*

~ Note me with ~
Name: (DA name)
Owner of character(s): (if it is a gift I want to credit the character(s) owner)
Character ref: (image please, not a description)
Character(s) name: (I like to know)
Style: (1 or 2)
Sketch or lined: (specify which you want (for style 2))
Colored: (yes or no (for style 2))
Shading: (yes or no (for style 1))
Additional Character in same image: (if yes, image please)
Additional Information: (anything extra to add)

I will try to draw almost anything, but do have the right to deny the request if I feel like I cannot do it >.<;

And art trades are also open!!!


To Do List is on my page

Finished Commissions…

  • Mood: Artistic
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I've been thinking about what id like to do with this account. iv been thinking about it for a long time.

I thought about moving to a new account, just to get a new fresh start. iv thought about how fresh i want it to be. sometimes i think i wont tell anyone about it, sometimes i think ill announce it. but then again, i think about why it was in the first place i wanted a new account at all. 

i think theres too much that no longer applies to my life. this account is full of things no longer put to use, or no longer accurate. I don't think i regret what has happened in the past, but the fact remains that the past is always only the past. There comes a point when you have to remember that were in the present. I have changed since three years ago. I am new. And there is not one bit of me that regrets it. Progress isnt meant to be hindered. Growth is natural, and its a part of life. And there comes a time when you grow out of things. i dont think thats true for everything, though. i think somethings are more like layers underneath the skin. They dont show, but theyre there, and they matter. they are part of the journey, and thats more valuable than anything. maybe then its not a growing out of, but instead this account is a little outdated, a couple layers behind the owner. 

If i got a new account, i wouldnt have to see all my disgusting art form three years ago. hahaha. wouldnt that be nice? iv considered it a lot. But the past isnt meant to be forgotten. They are proof of my growth and evidence of my journey. I think its important I dont push it away or disregard that part of me. 

So squiggles97 will stay. 

But i am going to revamp EVERYTHING. just a heads-up. its time this account gets a little updated. 

Also, I think im going to focus less on fanart. i want something more defining. the best reason to do fanart is that it gets lots of attention, because people love good fanart of things they like, and as previously decided im not getting all that much attention on here, so that doesnt make sense for me. Ill still do some fanart, because i really like particular anime and manga and books, and it makes me happy to draw my favorite characters! But im really focusing more on my characters from now on (my non-roleplay characters, eg Custard and Falu and their co-characters who im still developing), who i plan to develop into some sort of story. So if thats a problem.... unwatch?? i wont be offended. 

thats all. have a nice day <3
  • Mood: Relief
  • Listening to: Keppeki Show - KK
  • Reading: The Walking Drum // Grey Is...
  • Watching: NGE
  • Eating: Milkyway Bar!
  • Drinking: Water
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:bulletblack: Mini Couple Chibi Commission for :iconhvalross:
This is Their Lovely OC's Shi & Izic :heart:
I hope I got Everything Right! :D


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Time it Took: 4 Hours (Total)
Program Used: Auto SketchBook Pro, PaintShop Pro X3, Gimp2
Shi & Izic Belongs To: *Hvalross
Art Belongs To: *Vampgirl31

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