What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?Before I start, I guess this is classified as PruCan, and its more like a mini-ficMore Like This
After an eventful day of stomach-dropping carnival rides, Prussia and Canada decided that they would head back to Matthew's and hang out.
After the had gotten home Gilbert suggested that they pick a movie from the brother's extensive collection. (a good percentage of them were Alfred's superHERO, spy, and action movies) Gilbert decided to use the random selection way of picking a movie and luckily enough landed on the Hunger Games. As he stood up and began making his way to the Tv (fighting his way through Alfred's piles of dirty socks that he was always too busy being a hero to worry about picking up, much to Matthew's displeasure) Matthew announced that he was going to get some Klondike bars. He always had them on hand since they were his favorite. As he turned his back and began heading for the kitchen a devilish grin appeared on Gilbert's face.
The Prussian got up and sat down on the couch, aw
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"Do canadians kids ride polar bears to school?"
Matthew Williams, also known as Canada, peered up from his newspaper to look at his friend, (your name) glaring into the computer screen in front of her.
"Uh...no (your name), we don't ride polar bears at all." he said, flipping to a new page without hassle.
"Okay." she sighed, making a funny shape with her tounge while waiting for the next page to load. Matthew gave her a little look before looking back blushing. She's so damn cute, he thought.
"Do canadians play hockey all the time?"
Matthew gave a puzzling look before finally answering.
"N-no. Some don't play hockey at all much less every-"
"Is it true you put mayple syrup on everything?"
Matthew turned lightly pink, becayse of the horrible stereotypicalism. Did people really think that about canadians? Nobody remembered him anyway so what did it matter? What was worse to him now what was (your name) thought of him.
"Do canadians give people whatever they want because their 'soo' nice?
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To say your friend Lovino can get easily angered was an understatement. He'd never admit he was wrong, even if the whole party knew it was his fault.
At least he was nice towards you-and usually just women in general. However as you flipped open your notepad-to reveal your list of 'questions' you were going to ask him-you couldn't help but feel that it was going to end badly.
It was tough to find the few questions you had, but it was definetly worth it. Knocking on Lovino's door, he opened it with a wide mouth like he was expecting someone he didn't like.
"Oh..it is you (Name)." he mumbled, crossing his arms. "You may come in."
"Thanks." you smiled and poked his nose, not watching him blush and rub it as you walked in.
"S-so..why are you here anyway?" he asked, his arms still crossed and his foot tapping like he hadn't much time and needed to be somewhere.
"I have some things I'd like to ask you."
"Pfft. Why?" he asked, not even giving you a chance to state what 'kind' of questions.
Dirty Things~EnglandxReader"Hehee.."More Like This
"Stop...all of you!"
"What if (your name) doesn't..."
"THAT'S ENOUGH YOU WANKERS!"
England, was preparing something special for you, on account it had been a full year since you two became friends. He invited you over for tea, and you were going to be over in almost an hour. Now, before this, some of his magical friends came by and decided to visit him. So far, things weren't working out.
Arthur began to pout before setting a tea bag into the pot he was using. He set up two cups on a nice try with little scones and biscuits. He smiled thinking of you enjoying them. He rememberd the day he first met you. The day you asked him for some paper at the world meeting. You got into a conversation after he asked; "Why? Nothing's important about meetings anyway." and became good friends after that. You were able to get along with Sealand better then he could, even America noticed how much you two spent together. Most countires wou
S.E SoulxKid In My Arms P.15Chapter 15More Like This
Drip, drip, drip.
I could actually feel the blood drain from my face as his left his body. It was like something from a nightmare-his thin frame dangling in the air, only held up by the blade sticking into his stomach.
Bright red blood trickled out of his mouth, and his eyes rolled back into his head.
His grip on my pole loosened, and I fell to the floor with a clang.
Spirit cackled evilly, not even attempting to dislodge my lover. Instead, he grabbed Kid's face by his chin and held it so he was looking him full on.
"And now, you'll see what happens when you don't listen to adults."
He quickly switched his arm back to normal, before letting Kid's motionless body drop to the ground.
I transformed back to normal, and covered him with my own body, as I had with Maka after our first fight with Stein.
"Don't. You. Fucking. Touch him."
"That's what I always liked about you, Soul. Your loyalty never ceases to amaze me."
Both his arms became scythe blades.
S.E SoulxKid In My Arms P.6Chapter 6More Like This
Maka rolled her eyes.
"What was that about?"
I glared at her, and she held her hands up, as if to surrender.
Tsubaki opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by a sudden loud burst of music. We all looked around the room curiously, before my meister shot up and began rumaging through her bag. Seconds later, she pulled out the source of the noise, her mobile phone, which was blaring out "We R Who We R". I made a face.
Hitting the answer button, she moved away from us to have more privacy.
I turned my back on her, my attention focused on Liz. When she noticed me staring at her, she cracked a grin.
"So how was it..kissing Kid?"
I returned the grin.
"Veeeeerry nice. You've got a good meister there."
"I know, right. What was it actually like? Patty says he's good, but I can't always trust her..it looked really fun."
"It was, it was really--"I stopped. "How the hell would Patty know?"
The pistol, realising her mistake, flushed red.
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Maka linked her arm through mine and smiled.
"What're you doing tonight, Soul?"
I shrugged. All I had planned for later was...huh. Nothing. As per usual. Not cool.
"Nothin' much, why?"
"I was wondering, Patty invited me to a sleepover later tonight and she said I could bring you along if you wanted to come."
I made a face. A sleepover? Really?
"I dunno, Maka, it's not really my scene..."
She gave me the puppy-dog look.
"Pweaseeee, Soul! Come onnn, you never do anything anymore!"
I cocked my head to one side. I didn't really fancy staying in the apartment by myself all night, but I didn't want to spend it in the company of a bunch of girls, either.
I looked back at Maka, she was still looking at me with big eyes.
"Finee. I'll go. Just don't expect me to paint my nails or anything like that, okay?"
"Pinky promise!" she said, holding out that finger. I linked my own around hers.
We unlinked fingers, and walked into our rooms. I really didn'