Carousel - England x ReaderEngland x Reader
"See that?" Arthur asked, pointing out a quick streak of light in between the stars, and you nodded excitedly. "It's a falling star."
"Falling?" you questioned. "B-but, why is it falling?" you sniffled, suddenly tearful. Where would the star go? Wouldn't it miss all its star-friends?
"That's just what they're called, love," he said gently, tucking hair behind your ear. "There's no reason to cry about it. They say if you see one and make a wish, it will come true!"
You gasped, all pity for the star now gone, and called up a wish to the night sky.
He chuckled and pulled you into his lap, placing a kiss on the top of your head as the carousel continued around and around.
The first time Arthur took you to what had become your favourite amusement park. The carousel was always the best part, with its cheery music and beautifully painted ponies that rode up and down.
There were so many memories from your childhood. You remembered always wantin
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Allistor grinned lazily, opening his arms for you as he stumbled inside. Why did you even wait up for him anymore? You should’ve known he’d come home drunk like always. With a couple more drunken slurs of what you guessed was your name, he fell to his knees in front of you.
You shook your head at him and sighed, putting down the magazine you’d engrossed yourself in. Stroking his cheek, to which he nuzzled his face in your hands. “I’m back hooome~” He murmured, pressing kisses on your palms.
“W-why’re ya still awake..?” He questioned, resting his chin on your folded up legs. “I was waiting for you stupid.” Why did you still wait up for him like this? Oh yes, it was because you were head over heels for the redheaded Scot and his affection, which tended to be more prominent
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Door of Pictures
They say that bad things happen in threes. And you could certainly see all three things you had done wrong.
You should have never agreed to go to the party with Elizabeta.
You should have never accepted the bottle of beer Alfred gave you.
And You should have never let your drunk, best friend Francis get you alone.
When you had both woken up the next morning and realized what happened, things became extremely awkward. Then you had both agreed that maybe it was better if you weren't friends anymore.
Not that you wanted that. You were upset about losing your best friend. Angry for being so stupid.
And then you were even more pissed at yourself. Because you were pregnant. How were you supposed to do this on your own?
You told no one. Not even Elizabeta, who felt guilty about the whole ordeal. It was your fault, your problem. But you could only hide the fact for so long. Baggy clothes only covered so much.
Swing [France x Reader]"Bonjour, Mademoiselle," sang a calm voice behind you, snapping you out of your daydream. You startled, holding onto the swing's chains as you turned to look behind you.More Like This
"Ah, it is you!" said the tall, blond man. "You are so beautiful today. I mistook you for an angel."
You blushed despite yourself. "Oh. Um. Thank you."
"Je t'en prie, tu es tres jolie." He gently uncurled your fingers from the chain and brought your hand to his lips for a lingering kiss, his liquid blue eyes fixed on yours the entire time. His long golden locks danced with a sudden gust of wind, the cold of which brought you a sudden shiver. "Allow me," he said, shedding his grey sweat shirt and draping it over your shoulders.
"You won't be cold?"
"Pas de tout!" he assured. Looking ahead of you, he grabbed hold of the swing chains just above where your hands were, and pulled you back a few feet before letting go. You canted back and forth slowly, coming back to his warmth after each swing. "Tell me, why are
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You sighed as your seven year old son hurtled into the kitchen, clutching his face. Again.
Alfred's tanned face was streaked with tears and a rather large bruise covered his forehead. His bottom lip was trembling and he glared at the floor, most likely was trying not cry.
"What happened Alfred?"
You knelt to his level, gently pulling his hand away from his face. His left cheek was swollen and a trickled of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.
You stared, feeling your anger rise inside you.
Which dumb ass, son of a bitch had hit your child?
Alfred was breathing heavily, his nostrils flared slightly as he held back tears.
"Open your mouth Al."
He shook his head, trying to pull away. You pursed your lips and his shoulders slummed.
Slowly he opened his mouth slightly, wincing. A few tears slid down his cheek.
The inside of Alfred's mouth was a bloody mess.
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"Come on lass, ye' can't be like this forever." Your best friend Allistor stared down at you, his large red eyebrows furrowed.
"Please Allistor, this is my life." You ran a hand through your hair. Your cracked black nails shone dully in the light from the overhead lamp. You twirled the charcoal piece between your fingers, staring at the portrait you had been shading.
"How are ye' gunna find a man?"
"You sound like Felix, besides I have you."
He sighed and shook his head, "I mean like a boyfriend."
"Don't need one." You chewed on your thumb nail, staring hard at the portrait, something was missing.
Suddenly the sketch pad was ripped rather forcefully from your hands. Allistor tossed it onto the table and grabbed your arm.
"We're goin' ta' a cafe."
"WHAT? NO!!" You shrieked, trying to pull away. He was too strong though, and you were pulled out of your house.
You glared at Allistor acros
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These are the human names I'm using for the Kirkland Brothers :3
North Ireland- Sean
You stared across the table at Allistor. He glanced at you, then looked down, shame in his eyes.
Colin had finally gone back to sleep. It disheartened you to see how much hate and contempt he felt for his father.
He flinched like he had been shocked.
"Why did you come back? You know your brothers are trying to keep you away."
He nodded, avoiding your eyes. You sighed, hunching your shoulders.
How awkward could this get?
"I know I already said it, bu' I'm sorry."
"An' I know tha' you an' Colin have every right ta' hate me."
You crossed your arms, avoiding his eyes. "He'll get over it."
Or he might not, but you didn't th
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A man was walking across the park, the hem of his long coat flapping about his ankles. You frowned, he looked familiar some how.
He turned his head slightly, flicking a cigarette into the snow. He froze, looking at you. You stared back. Even though his hair was slightly shorter and shaggy, and stubble covered his cheeks you knew who it was. His emotionless violet eyes stared back at you.
You shivered, wrapping your arms around your torso.
It was Francis.
The scruffy remnant of a man you used to know stood silent.
"Francis? Is that really you?"
He nodded slightly, lifting the cigarette to his lips. You stared, still astonished at how changed your friend had become.
"Take a picture _____. It'll last longer." Francis's voice was hoarse and his tone uncaring.
Your jaw dropped. Before you had left, Francis would have
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You scowled pulling the pillow over your head. A cat brushed up against you hand.
You curled into a tight ball, not wanting to open your eyes just yet. Why wouldn't that voice shut up?
"I made breakfast."
Breakfast? You were the one who made breakfast, while your husband lie in bed, snoring away. Speaking of which, where was he?
You reached out sleepily and patted his pillow. The familiar mop of shaggy hair was gone.
You sat up, your hair flopping over your eyes.
Heracles grinned lazily holding out a plate of pancakes. You blinked, in a sort of stupefied daze.
Your husband, the laziest man on the planet, had gotten up before you.
"Did hell freeze over?"
"Nope, the annoying Turkish man next door was laughing too loud." Heracles's grin turned slightly strained. Another cat jumped onto the bed. You patted it absentmindedly.
"I didn't hear anything."
Your husband smirked, "Ah well, He
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How could a man that sexy be so terrifying? And why was that your first thought after he told you his name?
Francis smirked, his face still only inches from yours.
"Are you going to kill me?" You were blushing.
His smirk grew more pronounced. "It depends, why did you cover up for me?"
You really wished that he would back up. As if he knew what you were thinking he leaned even closer, his lips brushing against your ear. You shuddered slightly.
"You're hiding something from me. If you get locked up, how will I find out what it is?"
He pulled away, staring down at you, his expression a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.
"If I tell you, will you 'ide me?"
"Hide you? Like from the cops?!" He rolled his eyes, snorting. "No 'ide me from ze Old Lady Brigade."
You scowled, "Deal."
"Let's go zen." Grabbing you arm, he began dragging you away from the alleyway.
"Wait! Aren't you going to tell me what I wa
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That was the first thing your exposed nose felt the moment you poked it up from the vast sea of blankets you had buried yourself in the previous night. The single exposed nose wrinkled in disgust before diving back into the blanket fort you had created. It was probably too early to be up anyway.
Underneath the covers, you could only see a few inches in front of your face. Although, this fact was most likely made true by the simple fact that a few inches is actually how much room you had to move under the blankets. You could see the sunlight, that most likely had infiltrated this room through a crack in the curtains, beginning to seep in through the top blanket. You cursed quietly under your breath. No, this wasn’t good at all.
You closed your eyes, hoping that when you opened them later the curtains might be mysteriously closed. You smirked, the facial expression hidden under your protective barrier of comforter
The War Was in Colour (HetaliaxLittle!Reader) You hummed softly as you wandered in the musty chamber filled with old boxes and things that looked as if they had not been touched for years. Dust motes shone gold in the quiet sunlight as it filtered in through nostalgia-smeared windows and fell upon the piles in the old room. The muffled buzz of conversation from downstairs faded into the background as you stepped forward to examine one of the boxes precariously stacked upon its fellows. Before you quite knew what had happened, there was a tremendous crash and you found yourself sprawled on the floor, the contents of the box strewn about you on the floor; black and white photographs littered the majority of the space, with a few metal badges and pins among them as well as sheaves of paper with words penned in strange writing you could not read. As you looked closer, you noticed that the men in the photographs looked familiar—in fact, they looked nigh identical to your Vati and Onkel but for the unfamiliMore Like This
Dog Whistle"Tori-san, Tori-san, look what I found!"More Like This
Hatori looked up in exasperation from his book, eyeing his white-haired friend. Ayame was practically leaping up and down in front of him, holding an object in his hands.
"Is that a whistle?"
Ayame nodded, then frowned as if confused. "Well, I think so."
"You think so?" Hatori said, raising one eyebrow. "How can you not know?"
"Just listen," Ayame said, then put the whistle to his mouth and blew.
Hatori opened his mouth to tell him not to blow a whistle in such a small, confined space, but then shut it. No sound was coming from the whistle, unless he'd been rendered deaf.
"That's weird," he mumbled.
"I know! Kind of cool, though, isn't it?" Ayame asked, beaming with joy.
Hatori frowned. A thought was nagging at his mind. The whistle reminded him of something, but what?
Ayame blew it several more times, each time for a longer period.
After about five times, someone ran into the room, screaming in terror. That "someone" was Mitsuru, Shigure
Equius x Reader : Flushed in a DayIt was an ordinary day, really. Nothing special planned, no events to attend. The weather was plain and simple, cloudy with no sign of sun nor rain. You tucked a strand of (h/c) loosely behind your ear, watching the world go by from behind a window.More Like This
You were in a sweet little cafè, located on a street corner in the middle of town. It was a quiet place; peaceful and pleasant. It served petit cupcakes and sponge slices, tea and coffees, milk shakes and smoothies and such. Really cute, if you thought about it. 'Can cafès even be cute?' You pondered - well, they could be in your view.
Visiting here was a regular thing now, as nothing else would really entertain you in the holidays. You preferred not really being involved with your friends activities - they refused sharing the same interests as you and would only bore you the death if you tagged along one day. You had befriended the waitress working there, the only waitress, it seemed.
Nepeta, she was named. She was just too c
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Curiosity has a peculiar tendency to grow prolifically when its pangs are satisfied. Ludwig experienced this when the seeds of inquisitiveness, incepted in his mind by his neighbour's strange routine of heading out alone in the dead of night to God-knows-where, germinated into compelling interest when fuelled by his own habit of observing her leave the apartment complex every night.
Having heard the click of his neighbour's front door mere seconds ago, the blond adolescent promptly rises from bed and walks over to his window. He looks out into the apartment entrance, waiting for her to step out into the illumination of the paved entrance. In a minute, she emerges from the shadows; intrigued blue eyes trail after her figure as she strides down the road, her arms wrapped tightly around her body.
Ludwig is still of a tender age; A boy too young to artfully express the multitudinous whirl of confusing emotions in his mind at this moment, too inexperienced to make sense of the bubblin
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There you were, reclining in your living room with an episode of your favorite show and a bag of chips. A typically boring Friday night. You were feeling exhausted from exams, and you decided to spend the night in, rather than going out with your friends. Plus Arthur was in the group, and heaven knows you were done with going out in anticipation of a good time, only to end up babysitting your british friend and making sure neither of you died in the process.
Sure, you loved the guy, but his drinking habits were ridiculous. You've never seen anyone deteriorate into an emotional wreck after one shot like Arthur did. One second he was holding an intelligent conversation, and the next he was starting fights and confessing his apparent undying love for you. You've never mentioned the last part to him.
Well, you weren't going to think about that now. This was the first weekend in months where you weren't being dragged out to some party by Alfred or persuaded into some crazy antic by Gilbert
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[Germany x Reader]
Ludwig Beilschmidt was standing with his hands on his hips, a silver whistle was placed on his lips as he watched those training under him with judgmental blue eyes. At the sound of the whistle, the four training would drop for fifty push-ups, then continue running. A simple tactic, really, but with those slacking it became harder for him to properly train the four.
Italy was surprisingly doing well. He was on his twenty-ninth lap and had completed one hundred and fifty push-ups without a single complaint. However, he was still drastically behind the others. Japan was well into his fourty-third lap and Gilbert was on his fifty-eighth. Due to the whistle, they've all done the same amount of push-ups.
And then there was [y/n]. She was a strict girl who never took training lightly, never complained about doing too much, and often pushed herself to the limits
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The Fault is in the Star
America x Reader
Alfred lay down on an open field in his homeland. Being able to sneak out from his boss was probably the worst and best thing he has ever come up with. It was obvious that he’d be getting a good scolding from the President tomorrow, not that he cared.
His baby blue eyes looked up to the slowly darkening sky and waited until the whole dark canvas was full of those bright glittering stars that seemed to be placed randomly in the sky. He let out a chuckle as a sudden memory appeared in his head. Right, it’s been 70 years since then.
“YO _______________!” A certain cheeky blond American shouted by the door way of a room where you sat on a wheel chair, startled by his sudden entrance. “Hello Alfred!” You greeted with a bright smile despite your state.
Yes, you weren’t crippled before. It was because of the attack you received from Ludwig during his attempt to invade your natio
He Can't Always Be Your Hero. - America x Reader."This is the hero! Alfred F. Jones!" You could hear your laughter in the background of his voicemail recording, taped years ago. "Leave me a message because I'm too busy saving people right now. Swishpow!"More Like This
His eerie tone frightened you, causing you to shiver and shift in your position on the sofa. You inspect the house one last time before letting go of the memories that once stored clear as pure water.
You decided to leave a message for him, hoping he would hear.
"Alfred, I am moving next week. Your motorcycle is still in my house. You always loved her, treated her like your wife and never did you ever leave it with anyone. When we broke up, you left it with me. I thought that you would come back and take it because it meant so much to you. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. I tried to recuperate the relationship with you, but you were nowhere to be found. Just come before Monday to take it back. The landlord is coming to take the keys on Friday. Everything that I d
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For the first time in the obnoxious boy’s history, America was the first to arrive at a meeting. Often he wandered in late or what he called “fashionably late”, though that was only an excuse which he had been using for over a century now. This excuse, however, did not settle well with most of the countries and frequently ended with Germany or England berating him for it.
He snickered to himself as he made his way through the empty room, imaging the awestricken faces of those two when they saw he had appeared before them. He could barely contain himself as he thought about the bragging that would surely ensue on his part and the disapproving grunts on theirs. He moved quickly to the end corner of the table, not wanting to waste any time, and took a seat in the second to last chair. In the end chair he placed a stack of newspapers that he had been carrying down with a smile. He leaned back and with a contended sigh plucked t
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"If you were a pokemon, I'd choose you."
"Aww that's cute, Al."
"Are you a pikachu? Because you're shockingly beautiful."
"Aww thank you!"
"You're such a good catch, I think I'll use my only Masterball on you."
"That's sweet, what do you want Al?"
"You're more beautiful than a Beautifly."
"Hmm...StarMe and StarYu belong together."
"Did you use confuse ray? Cuz you're making me dizzy."
"Are you a Hitmonlee cuz your body is kickin'!"
"I think I need a Paralyze Heal because you are stunning."
"Want to register your number in my PokeNav?"
"If I were Nidoking, you would be my Nidoqueen."
"What's your favorite move? Mine's Lick."
"Aipom's pretty good with his hands, and so am I."
"Baby, I'm like a Mismagius. I'll make all your wildest dreams come true."
"You must be a Charmander because you're making me hot."
"I wish I was an Abra, so I could Teleport to your bedroom."
"If I were Hitmonchan, I'd Thnderpunch dat ass!"
"If I were Clefairy, I'd DOUBLE SLAP dat ass!"
"Do you have
CanadaxReader - Moose YearsMatthew walked around town, holding his girlfriend’s hand. She was eyeing the lights and shops with bright windows and decorations. He chuckled, fixing his hat with his other hand, and pushing up his glasses. It was New Year’s Eve, and the streets were crowded with couples and people partying. Music played everywhere with the citizens singing along.More Like This
(Name) squeezed his hand and he moved his gaze and thoughts to her. Her (e/c) eyes curiously bore into him, and he smiled shyly, leaning his shoulder into hers. A couple walked over, asking for a picture, and they smiled for them. A lot of professional photographers liked the New Year’s because they could capture the love and festivities. Only rarely would Matthew get asked for a picture.
They moved to a shop, mostly to get out of the crowd, and split up. Matthew thought about getting a present for the (h/c) haired girl, but he didn’t have a clue to what. Fortunately, he knew exactly what she liked, and his eyes feas
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Man I was getting nervous. I know it was just one song but I didn’t want to disappoint my huge crush, Arthur Kirkland. He was somewhere in the audience. I also knew that this was a school talent show but no one wants to mess up in front of their crush.
We had my friends in a band: Alfred, vocals; Gilbert, drums; Lukas, bass; and then me on guitar. This song had a lot of guitar and I’d have to sing as well because there were some female vocals. We had named ourselves ET because Alfred was addicted to aliens. Lukas often joked that it meant Electric Trio and that we were going to kick Alfred out.
Alfred stepped up and grabbed his mike where as I put my head set on. We then begain to play. (watch Music video to see your parts or pretty sure it’s the parts in the (). 99% sure on that one. I don’t know I just listen to the song)
I'm just a step away
I'm just a breath away
Losin' my faith today
(Fallin' off the edge today)
I am just a man
(I'm not super
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Artie smiled at you. You were sleeping on the couch, all wrapped up in a blanket. You looked so innocent, so vulnerable. Oh how he loved to see you like this, but he had to wake you up.
"[Name], wake up, poppet!" He said cheerfully, lightly shaking your shoulder.
You made a sound, signalling that you were awake. You rolled onto your back and stretched a little. Opening your [e/c] orbs, you looked up at the bright blonde male. You blinked. Once. Twice.
"Artie? What're you doing here? Where's Arthur?" You asked curiously, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes.
"He had to go to a meeting and asked if I would watch you for him~ I made cupcakes!" He said cheerfully, holding out a plate of three beautifully dressed cupcakes, each garnished with a different flower.
The first, a red rose.
The second, a few cherry blossoms.
The third, and final cupcake had little pink and blue forget-me-nots on it.
"Wow~ These look great! Like something off of Cupcake Wars!" You said, taking the cupcake w
England x Reader - Libraries, Naps, and LoveEngland looked down at your sleeping form. You had come to his house looking for a few good books. He left you there about an hour ago. Being the gentleman he was, he came to see if you needed anything, only to find you sleeping in one of the aisles of his personal library.More Like This
'She can be such a hand full sometimes' The Brit thought as he watched you. You shifted slightly, making him jump in surprise. He watched you intently bending down a little to get a better look at you.
"Arthur. . ." You murmured. The act caused said Englishman to blush deeply and stare at you with big emerald eyes. You shifted again and opened your eyes staring at England for a moment. "Why are you being a creep and watching me sleep? Oo! That rymes!" You giggled as you sat up.
"[Name] you. . ." England frowned as he watched you, a blush still present on his face.
"Hm? What is it Artie? And why are you so red? Are you sick?!?" You asked worriedly.
Not waiting for an answer you stood and pressed your forehe
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It was England. I rolled him on his back and placed my head on his chest, to check his heartbeat. It’s at normal pace but he sat up fast and I jumped behind the couch “bloody hell, where am I?” he said I popped my head up from behind the couch he looked around and spotted me “who are you?” he asked looking at me I stood up and asked acting tough “shouldn’t I be asking you that?” “my apologies, my name is Arthur Kirkland” I walked to him and asked “I have a few questions for you, mr.Kirkland. Would you mind answering them?” “not at all, love” I blushed the moment he called me ‘love’ “ok, question 1.how did you get here?” “you wouldn’t believe me if I told you” “I don’t think that answers my question” “*sighs* I was practicing my magic to turn that frog Fran- I mean Francis into a frog but, I ha
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You hated camping, you really did. The whole, "No civilization, no toilet and no warm house" thing didn't appeal to you. Nor did the whole "Copious amounts of bugs every where."
You weren't an outdoors person. But that didn't matter, your crazy family dragged you along anyway. To a crappy cabin in the middle of the woods. For Two months.
If you forced yourself to be optimistic, you would be glad that it was a house instead of a tent. You might have been happy that there was a bathroom. But you weren't, so you didn't.
"Awww, if you feel so grouchy, why don't you go for a walk?" Your mother piped up, opening one of the boxes that held kitchen items. You looked out the kitchen window, it was dusk, slowly going dark. What a wonderful idea.
Deciding to punish your parents, you left through the back door. All you had to do was become "Lost" for an hour or so, then saunter back home. That would teach them and freak th
Frozen Puns (SamxReaderxDean)“(y/n) look it’s snowing,” Sam said as you and Dean climbed into the Impala. “Do you wanna build a snowman?” He asked smiling back at you.More Like This
“Does it have to be a snowman?” You replied as Dean sighed heavily.
“Will you two shut up about that movie about the ice? It’s all you two have been talking about for days,” he stated as he turned on the car and began heading for the cemetery.
“You’re right Dean,” you said from your spot in the backseat. “It’s almost like we can’t--”
“Don’t you dare,” Dean interrupted.
“Let it go,” Sam finished. You and Sam started laughing and Dean just death glared his brother.
“Can we please just focus on the task at hand? There’s a body that needs burning and that doesn’t require ice puns,” Dean grumbled.
“Dean, it’s just a movie. You need to chill out,” you said trying not to laugh.
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Female!Reader x Hungary
WARNING: Hungary is teasing you (her lover) for not giving her a good morning kiss. So, you have been warned, nothing happens but you have been warned my dear readers~
Groaning, you walked through the hallways of Mr. Austria's house while picking up a few things here and there. That you guessed were dropped by Italy while he was running away from Holy Rome.
Sighing, you couldn't help but shake your head you'd think after all of these years, Holy Rome would have noticed that Italy was a boy, but then again Austria's pretty dense as well, not knowing either.
Coming to a halt when you heard the sound of footsteps behind you, turning to see Hungary standing behind you a smile on her face as she said.
"Good morning (y_n)~ you haven't given me my good morning kiss yet~" standing there unsure of what to do, you dropped the things you'd picked up from Holy Rome's chase to catch Italy and stuttered.
"W-well you w
EnglandXReader- Lemon Spice Roses I stood in front of the window of my study, this was my favorite view in the house. It looked directly over a large garden of Roses, God I loved roses. Red ones, pink ones, yellow, orange, every color I could find, every variety.More Like This
My favorite of the roses though, was a specific beauty by the name of _________. She was a servant of mine, but I saw her as so much more. Her skin was softer than any velvety petal, she was so much purer than any scent, she was more radiant than any flower.
I had known _________ ever since we were little countries, she was always so shy and sweet, it took ages for anyone to get close enough to her to get her to open up. Now she was bright and happy, always so carefree. I'd fallen in love with the minute she told me her name...
"Oh hello there..." A younger me greeted a crying _________, a lovely pink rose clutched in my tiny hand. "What's wrong..?"
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EDIT -- due to the number of people crying over this story, I'll put up a VERY SAD STORY WARNING so that those of you with kind, innocent hearts won't be reduced to tears without first being warned. But if you're tough, read on.
London, England. 2004. War in Afghanistan.
Today was hot. And long. Oh, so very long.
Al had stayed up all night crying like a baby over the 'ghosts in his closet'. And, of course, this had frightened Mattie and, following suit of his boisterous twin, made him start whimpering as well.
You were exhausted and, truth be told, rather irritated with the both of them--although it was really more Al than Mattie--and you had a terrible lot to do today. Load laundry, plan dinner, call Sandra back about working on Thursday, get groceries for the rest of the week--it was only Tuesday--, apparently Al's battery-powered, wailin
England x Reader: England HeavenEngland gave a frustrated sigh. Damn that America, first slaughtering the original English language, then becoming so obnoxious. Oh, and of course, there was that bloody frog Once more, France first groped him, then started fighting. And surely, America began yelling "Catfight! HAHAHAHA!".More Like This
His head was pounding. Arthur was sure, not even a good cup of tea or Flying Mint Bunny could help him here. The only thing that could ease his mind right now was his one guilty pleasure.
God forbid that anyone ever found out
When he went into his 'music room', the stereo that Canada got him for Christmas stood there. Eventhough Matthew hardly said something, he certainly knew how to make people happy. And hey, the thing was his heaven.
Arthur quickly ripped off his formal suit and changed into a light blue and white hoodie, a black wife beater and black jeans. A child-like, excited sparkle made its way into his emerald eyes, and a smile graced his thin lips.
Pressing the 'play' button, h
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I sat upon a smooth rock that sat above the waters surface. I stared out at the ocean. I wasn't looking at the brilliant sunset, I wasn't looking at the evening sky, dying the clouds different shades of red, I wasn't even listening to the sound of the waves.
I was looking for her. For the flicker of silver against the blue sea, a glimpse of those silky (h/c) locks I was waiting for her But she never came.
My crew was worried for me, it had only been three days since the incident, and even three days on shore was enough to drive me crazy. I had to get off land, I had to return to the sea But what if she came back?
I sighed and stood up again, like all the other nights, she didn't return. And I left, alone, and somewhat disappointed.
A sudden splash of water made me whip around, I turned sharply, my gaze flickering with hope But it was just the waves, lapping at the rocks. I glared at the sea, embarrassed that I had been fooled, a
Pirate!England x Siren!ReaderMy chest yearned for air. The sea that I loved so much churned around me, and the waves seemed to swallow me whole.More Like This
I couldn't breathe But I had to, my lungs burned, and the salt water stung my eyes.
I was being pushed and pulled by the current like a rag doll.
I knew I reached my limit, I couldn't struggle for air any longer, I couldn't struggle for at all.
I felt myself floating, my eyelids opened slightly, and I felt a pang of regret.
Was this where the Great Captain Kirkland would meet his end?
I laughed at my own thought I wasn't great, I could even hold onto a rope, and before I knew it I was cast overboard.
A flicker of silver in the murky darkness caught my eyes.
Great There was a shark coming to eat me and I wasn't dead yet.
As I looked closer, I saw it wasn't a shark
It was a women Or rather, a girl.
She swam closer and closer, faster than any swimmer I had ever seen But where her legs were supposed to be, was a sleek, silver fish-tale.
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*Soldier!UK X Fiancee!Reader*
'Palms rise to the universe
As we moonshine and molly
Feel the warmth,we'll never die
We're like diamonds in the sky'.
Tears gathered into the beautiful (e/c) orbs making them look glass like.Biting down onto her lower lip in order to estomp a sob and seeing it didn't worked that well,the female threw her right hand onto her mouth,the golden band which encircled her ring finger shining under the dim light of the house.
The shaggy blonde haired male left a sigh escape his lips,ruffling his golden locks in distress.He couldn't stand seeing his beloved fiancee in such a state - but it wasn't as if he really had a choice.
Bringing her into a warm,gentle embrace,the Brit patted her back in a soothing manner,cooing as if she was an infant and not the female whom he proposed to some days ago.
"I'm really sorry,(Name)!They weren't taking no for an answer!" the Englishman explained,not able to face her as he did so.
"When are you leaving?"
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*~Call Me Sherlock~*
You sat in a chair with your elbows propped up on the armrests. In your hands was the newspaper opened halfway through. After reading about the fifth story based on world struggles, you closed the paper, folding it up, and placed it on the coffee table in front of you. Even though it was a coffee table, there wasn't a cup of coffee in sight. All that was seen were two cups of darjeeling tea, both black. You carefully picked up your cup and took a brief sip, returning the cup to its saucer when you were finished.
"Arthur." You said, breaking the long moment of silence that started to drag. "How much longer are you going to stay quiet like this?" You glanced up at the shaggy-haired blonde standing in front of the window, his emerald green eyes observing everything going on below your apartment. His thick eyesbrows were furrowed in a way of deep confusion. You raised a brow of your own, amused with the brit's silent actions. You opened your mouth to s
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“Hurry up, _____! We gotta see the penguins! A hero’s life is never complete until he’s seen penguins!”
The warm hand that was wrapped around yours eagerly pulled you towards the penguin area, the place which Alfred loved the most in the zoo; why he had such a deep fascination with the artic birds, you’d never know. “The penguins aren’t gonna just disappear, Alfie,” you said, a light chuckle falling from your lips. “We have all the time in the world.”
“But dude! The zoo pamphlet said that for a limited time we can actually go into the penguin habitat! How cool is that!?” Alfred exclaimed. His pace seemed to steadily increase as he spoke, forcing you to stumble along. “C’mon! I’ve always wanted to test this thing out!”
“Huh?” You cocked your head at this. “What’re you testing out? If you’re planning to feed them burgers, Alfie…”
This evoked a h
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You were a weapons specialist living in the northern wilderness, somewhere between northern Ontario and the territories. You preferred the silence and peace that came with your location, especially when the TV showed the horrendous results of your work.
You never meant to cause so much destruction -- honestly! The weapons you designed were specialised. An assassin's dagger for close-quarters contact, a sniper's rifle for picking off an elusive target. But, when some military generals had the (not-so) brilliant idea of mixing a few of your weapons to create instruments of mass-destruction, you became disillusioned with the entire weapons business and retreated to your secluded paradise. The country personifications would visit you occasionally for advice or assistance, particularly Switzerland and Finland, which you provide, but your personal life had taken a turn towards healing over death. You began to teach yourself rudimentary first-aid, using the animals
Merciful (Pirate!Prussia x Reader)He did not care even to notice he wasn’t alone until he reached the shore of the large town, a flintlock pistol resting in loose fingers, the grip easy and his expression calm enough that one could easily assume he had no fears about his place on the beach that night. The entire place was deserted at first sight, the people of the town assuredly sound asleep in their beds; the sea remained at low tide, exposing much of the coastline itself. If he glanced behind himself he could still catch sight of his ship resting on the waters quite a distance away, although near enough that he didn’t feel, thank God, abandoned.More Like This
Drawing a trembling breath, he quickly drew his cloak further over his shoulders, soothed by the feel of the material against his skin but also slightly bothered with the fact that he was forced to hide his face whilst he wandered the village, and also the town beyond. If anyone around the place had even the slightest shred of intellect they would have heard of hi
Immerse (Rogue!Prussia x Reader)"This is war. Do what you must to survive it," is the last instruction the nobleman's daughter receives before an envelope is shoved into her hands; if she peers inside she sees a letter and plenty of money but her understanding is so little that it could mean practically anything. All she knows for certain is that her father's chosen the wrong side and she's a pawn, tasked with delivering crucial information to the opposite side of the countryside, all while she's burdened with the knowledge her every move is known and it's only a matter of time before they realise she's rendezvousing to meet with the same mercenaries her father has allied himself in this entire mess of a conflict. Chances are it will be a bullet through her head before any fragment of success is reachable.More Like This
Regardless of to what extent she wishes
Mom!Reader x Child!England x Child!France | visitMore Like This
A gentle breeze ruffled the fat raindrops that rested on top of the green foliage in your garden. All around you, trees stretched up to kiss the fluffy, white clouds overhead; light after having rained down on your garden all morning. Wide leaves of exotic plants were almost like cups as they retained the water. The leaves of your common flowers, such as buttercups, tulips and roses were a lush shade of green from all the water they'd had to drink; the stems just as wet as its surroundings. Drops trickled down the blades off grass.
Among this, in the middle of the garden, was a wooden patio. There you sat with your son of the tender age of seven.
His back was straight as he calmly sipped from a delicate China cup, painted with dainty blue flowers. He pursed his lips to swallow his mouthful when a droplet, like a brown teardrop, fell from the corner of his mouth and ran down his chin to drop down onto his crisp, white shirt.
You liked your son to dress like a gentleman, not like an uned
The Magic of Imagination. [Dad!AmericaxReader]"Daddy, daddy!" [Name] shouted, her [h/c] locks bouncing with every waddle-like running step she took toward her father- Alfred F. Jones. He chuckled and lifted her up, spun her around, and rested the small toddler on his hip. "Is it bedtime yet?!" She asked excitedly, her [e/c] eyes sparkling in childish joy.More Like This
He smiled and nodded. "It is, princess." He said cheekily, kissing her button nose gently. "Ready for the bedtime story?"
"Yeah!" She shouted, giggling as he carried her down the hallway.
Her uncle, Arthur, was staying with the two for the time being. While Alfred went to work, Uncle Artie would watch little [Name]. She was a little angel, loving to draw and sing and dance around. She never gave Alfred much trouble, yet her and Arthur bumped heads. So, Arthur finally let his curiosity get a hold of him. He never understood why the little lass loved bedtime so much, and he was going to find out now. The Englishman followed the two down the hall and stood, leaning in the doorway as
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[A/N: Follows little to no history so please be mindful of that. Thank you]
"Francis, Antonio, Gilbert, lunch!~" You called your little countries, setting out the food. It was surprising how fast little kids move when their favorite meal is set down; Spain was munching on a tomato and some churros, France chomping on...snails..., and Gilbert chewing on a wurst. You gave a tired smile at them being adorable as always, giving a quick glare at the pile of work waiting for you. Having one young country was hard enough, but you were taking on 3! Letting a small sigh of relief of paperwork, you ate some (favorite food) quickly.
"Maman?" your French son tugged on your sleeve after everyone finished eating, "Can you play with us in the snow?"
The other two jumped up in excitement. "Si, mamá! Por favor?" "Ja, ja! Mutti, please?" Great, now 3 extremely powerful puppy eyes were gunned at you.... Eh, you can pull an all-nighter for the work, "Sure why not? Go and change!" With those words, the you
Daddy!PrussiaXDaughter!Reader: Dad is Dead“Papa? Papa!! PAPA!!!! PAAAAAAAAPAAAAAA!!!!!!!!” (Name) screamed and ran from the bathroom to her room as fast as she could.More Like This
No answer came.
(Name) groaned and whipped out her cell phone. Her thumbs flew all over the keyboard. Once she was satisfied with her message to her father, the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt, she pressed send.
‘Papa, there is a huge moth in the bathroom! Please kill it. ~(Initials)’
(Name) curled up on her bed, lifting her feet up off the floor so nothing under her bed could grab her ankle and yank her under. She heard an odd creaking sound and out of instinct she squeaked and threw her comforter over her head and tried to control her rapid breathing.
She heard a ping come from her cellular device. She snatched it up quickly and opened the most recent text message. It was from her Papa.
She breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he was probably texting her to tell her he killed the moth. But that is not what she read.
‘Papa is dead.
Childhood - Child! Prussia x Child! ReaderYou sat in a flower field near the daycare, humming a soft lullaby as you made a flower crown, your fingers moving the flower stems to tie them together. You smiled as you finished tying the last flower to it. You immediately got up and ran past doors of the daycare, looking for a certain Ger- Prussian.More Like This
“Giwbert!” you called out to him, causing him to turn to look at you. You quickly dashed up to him, tripping on the alphabet block on the floor and landing face first into the ground.
“Ah, (Your Name)!” He quickly ran up to you and helped you up, wiping the tears from your eyes as they spilled out. “It’s okay, (Your Name). I don’t think you’re injured,” he stated as he petted your head.
“Really, Giwbert?” He nodded.
“The awesome me is always right!” he boasted. You giggled as he went on about his awesomeness.
You sat in the classroom, drawing on a piece of paper that the teacher had passed out earl
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Don't Smoke, Mister
Allistor Kirkland sat on a bench outside the local hospital. He was waiting until his brother Arthur's room was open for guests. He puffed on his pipe.
A little girl of six years old ran up to him. She had sparkling e/c eyes and h/l h/c/ hair.
"Mister, you shouldn't smoke. It's bad for you. Granpapa died because he smoked too much."
Allistor smiled. "Little lass, I been smoking fer long years. I dun think I can stop, lass."
The little girl's eyes furrowed for a bit, then cleared. "My name's ______. My Granmama was Scottish. She talks like you." She paused. "You can at least try to stop smoking. If you try, you'll succeed before you die."
Allistor leaned forward and ruffled her hair. "Aye, little lass. Now run along and play."
-The next day-
The next day, Allistor was there again. He had tried to take advice from the girl, but his fingers itched to pick up his pack of cigarettes. He reached into his pocket for his
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He grinned. "Ah, there is our target.”
Aru Akise, self-proclaimed detective, had just found his latest suspect. You read the report in your file. “Yukiteru Amano. Highly involved in the serial killer case, the school terrorist attack, and the Sacred Eye Cult incident. Allied with Yuno Gasai and Keigo Kurusu. Prone to crying and weakness.” You turned the page. “Yuno Gasai. Highly involved in the serial killer case, the school terrorist attack, and the Sacred Eye Cult incident. Allied with Yukiteru Amano. Highly dangerous. Prone to violence. In love with Yukiteru Amano.”
You looked up from your file to see that Amano had noticed you two. Aru just grinned, and when Amano looked away for a second, he grabbed your hand. “Come on, ______, we have some observing to do.” You ran after him, making sure not to drop any papers. By the time Amano looked back, you had gone.
“______ ______. Assistant detective.
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Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm Anxnymous, and I'm new to DeviantArt. This is my first Hetalia fic, and I hope you enjoy it~!
I’m seeing it again.
Of all of the times, at a world meeting.
No, this time, it’s not my flying mint bunnies, or Mr. Unicorn, or faeries, or whatever magical beings America loves to tease me for. This time, it’s the ghosts of great conquerors and peace-makers; people who have made it into the hearts of us nations.
I don’t think they notice. Maybe I’m the only one who can see them. Because of this, I don’t have the heart to tell them that they’re right there.
There’s one. Trailing right behind Francis.
She’s still wearing the white gown she had worn on the day she was burned at the stake. A few tatters were stained black with soot, and holes had been seared in num
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"Gah! Where is it?!" You said loudly as you search your room, tearing apart everything.
You pulled the blankets off your bed, as well as the sheets. You lifted your mattress so that now it was standing sideways leaning against the wall. All of your shoes were barfed out around the opening to the closet you shared with your boyfriend. Where could it have gone?
Your room was a mess from your search. It looked like a tornado blew in through the window and threw all of your belongings in every direction imaginable. You sighed.
I had better clean this mess up before he comes home, you thought.
You know the saying speak of the devil and the devil shall appear? Yeah, well, it never fails to put you in bad situations.
You heard the front door open and close, and your boyfriend's voice call out for you.
"(Name)! I'm home, my little sunflower!" He called.
"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I can't let him see this mess! He'll be so mad at me!" You silently scream. "Maybe I can keep him from coming in here
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“_____, wake up! It’s time to escape!” The frantic, nervous whispers of Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia interrupted your troubled sleep.
You sat up immediately, and saw that Ukraine and Belarus were bundled up and ready to go, too. It was almost midnight, a bit earlier than you had planned. Russia was, hopefully, sound asleep. Honestly, you didn’t really want to leave the Soviet Union, but the others had convinced you to go along with their plans.
-Little Time Skip brought to you by Vodka!!!-
You volunteered to be the last to go, partially because you wanted to stay a little longer. Belarus and the Baltic States had already scattered into the darkness, leaving only you and Ukraine near the edge of the woods.
Wind whipped around your (h/c) hair as you turned back to glance at Russia’s mansion. Strange emotions gnawed at your mind, telling you to go back and stay, to be able to see his honey-blonde hair and violet eyes again. Finally, you
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Sometimes when you wandered the forest you would get lost. But you always found your way out of the forest. There was snow on the ground and you walked around aimlessly, just trying to find any animals to play with.
While walking you could see a small opening in the forest. As you entered it you saw someone small sitting on a tree stump. They appeared to be wearing a scarf and some tattered clothing. You came up from behind them and stopped, you watched them carefully. You didn't know whether to disturb them or not, but you finally decided to anyways.
You got a bit closer before saying anything. "I'm so lonely.." You heard him say. "Um hello?" You said shyly. The person turned around and looked at you with wide purple eyes. "Oh hello, are you another country trying to beat me up?" He asked looking emotionless now. "Uh no, I was just wondering who you were...I'm ________..." You came over and sat next to him on the stump.
He watched your every move and then smiled. "Whats your name?" Yo
Gakupo X Luka: Regret Part 10Gakupo raced past the Kasanes on his way down the hall. Ted had a baseball bat and was being reluctantly led along by Teto who was pale and frenzied as she scurried into Gakupo's room murmuring something about Miku.More Like This
Gakupo reached the stairway just as Master shouted up to him "Look out, a few got through!"
He looked down and saw three people in black masks climbing the stairs. One of them stopped when it noticed Gakupo and the other two crashed into its back.
Gakupo snickered. "It couldn't be this easy?" he thought as he jumped down the steps and slammed his shoulder into the first masked teen.
The first teen fell into the other two and they tumbled screaming down the stairs into a heap on the floor.
Gakupo ran down the stairs two at a time until he came upon a hellish sight. The entire Vocaloid living room was destroyed, furniture was over turned and electronics were shattered. Their television was lying in shards of glass all across the room. And in front of the door dozens of black-
Russia X Pregnant!Reader: His Baby (Part 1)While you were in the middle of watching a romance movie with Yekaterina, you suddenly felt an odd feeling. You rushed to the bathroom and vomitted on the sink. 'Oh God...' you told yourself. You got out of the bathroom and told Yekaterina what happened.More Like This
"Could it be you're... Pregnant?!" her eyes widened in anticipation.
"W-We can't tell that for now" you said, slightly smiling while scratching the back of your head.
You two went to the clinic to get consulted.
"Do your best, __!" she said with puppy eyes.
"Hey hey, I'm still getting checked, save that when I'm about give birth~"
You sat down on the chair and faced the doctor.
"So, how are you feeling these days?" she asked.
"Hmm... I don't feel anything suspicious, I feel normal on the past few days but what I just did earlier... I vomitted..." you facepalmed.
"How about an ultrasound then?" she suggested.
"Yes, it's necessary for married women"
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You were sitting on your huge bed waiting for your breakfast in bed. You hated waiting so you were really tempted to just get up and go to the kitchen but it's aparrently 'un-lady like' to your father, the king. He never really has much time for you since your mother died last year. She was really sick and no one could help her. Once your dad told you this you took your anger out in your training. You're as strong, if not stronger, as every knight you have, and when you were grieving you almost killed one of them. You deal with pain with anger but you are a nice princess. Your father has no time to even know that you would rather be a knight then a princess, and since he gives you all this time alone you sneek out to the knight's quarters and they train you. Some of the knights don't approve of a girl being a knight so they don't help you but the one's that help you are all for it.
The maid soon came in with the silver plater
KugelmugelxArtist!Reader: Play God“See how the game of life is playing all of us for fools,More Like This
Dancing a string around us, making all these silly rules.
See how he looks down on us like we’re acting out a show,
Throw the dice and let’s see which head will roll!”
Your fingers glide and dance along the keyboard in your lap, pressing down on each key with perfect accuracy. The letters on the screen appear one by one with each tick of the keys. The letters come together to form words, the words come together to form sentences, the sentences become paragraphs, and from paragraphs is born something more; a story. A story made with characters created of your imagination, of your… will. You chuckle a bit, the laugh sounding so lighthearted and yet so sinister.
“Oh, William, my pet,” you speak to the story, “There are several reasons why you’re my favorite-“
Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door. You quickl
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“...Russia?” [Name] tentatively asked. The cute and almost childish nation didn’t scare you anymore, but you had to admit; he was still pretty intimidating, with his 6 foot 5 self.
“Mm, da, [Name]~?”
“How do you remain so...cheerful?”
He tilted his head to the side, adding to his childish demeanor. You could have squealed. A fully grown man with his height and presence - he was cute?
But he was.
“It’s right, da? What did you mean by the question you had for me?”
“...How do you remain so...cheerful, even though everyone hates or fears you?”
“Mm...I do not know how to answer that, [Name]. I just...how does America say it...keep on trucking?”
The [h/c] girl giggled, but sobered when Russia looked at her in confusion.
“And not everyone hates me! I have sis
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With bag in hand and under the cover of the night sky. The stars burned bright and twinkled in the dark curtain above as she ran towards his house. She ran and hid in the bushes, she always loved the fact that it gave her an adrenaline rush. Her hand gathered a small piles of pebbles on the ground she was crouching over. Her legs pushed her up off the ground and she came out onto the grassy lawn in front of the large house that stood in front of her. Her hand cast the first rock and hit the panel next to a window on the second story. Her hand continued chucking the pebbles at the window until a light switched on in the room. The curtain opened and revealed a young man with shoulder length brown locks.
“__y/n__!” He whispered, “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here for you silly!” She smiled brightly up at the young man in the window.
“Why? And have you seen what time it is?”
“Yeah, but the carnival is in town and toni
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The rain had be teeming down all day and you were currently sheltering from it inside a small cafe along with your boyfriend Gilbert.
After two hours of waiting it was becoming clear that the rain wasn't going to lighten up any time soon.
“Looks like we're gonna have to make a run for it.” You sighed, waiting for Gilberts opinion.
“But zhe awsome me vill get all vet.” He answered with a frown.
Honestly, you did love your boyfriend, but sometimes the size of his ego really rubbed you up the wrong way.
“And zhe awsome me does not vant to get vet. Zhat is your job.”
“Ha ha. Hilarious.” Making it quite obvious how unamused you were. “Seriously though, at this rate we're going have to face it sooner or later.” You mutter as you head towards the door and begin to rummage around in your bag for your [f/c] brolly.