Aph (BTT) Bad Touch Trio Babysitters! [Comedy]Summary: The countries all meet up for a meeting,and all of a sudden, France accidentally uses England’s hidden wand and turns most of the countries into their chibi selves! How will the BTT handle being nannies for a day?More Like This
England ran around in the world meeting yelling at France, “Bloody wanker! My wand is not a toy! Return it to me this instant!”
France pranced around imitating England, “Look at me! I can summon my unicorn! And the fairies! And the elves! And mint bunny! I’m so magical, I’m so cool!”
Prussia reached over and stole the wand from France, “Let me see zhat!”
He took the wand and ran around with Spain and the wand, pretending to tag him with it. The Bad Touch Trio all ran into the World Meeting room in a laughing line, getting chased by a very angry England.
Germany roared, “WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WORLD MEETING, SIT DOWN!”
Prussia twirled like a ballerina
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Light trickled ever so faintly in between the numerous openings in the stone ceiling, making a small curtain of light appear across your scaly skin. Small fish swam at your tail, cleaning your scales of filth as you lay sleeping on a bed of smooth, water-worn stone, your webbed hands curled against the rock beneath you. You twitched as they nibbled at your body, your fins swishing gently back and forth in the faint current of the warm water. You flicked your tail sleepily, not quite ready to wake up just yet. Regardless of what humans liked to believe, you were much more comfortable away from the open ocean, finding it much easier to sleep without the strong pull of the current dragging you here and there. Groaning, you tried to block out what seemed to be the steadily growing rays of light, too tired to be bothered after having had to stay up for most of the day as well as night to lure out sailors in order to feed your 'family'. Blinking, you ever so slowly rose to consciousness, pee
Savior (Teacher!SpainxAbused!Reader) Ch. 4More Like This
Today you woke up more exhausted than you were when you fell asleep.
You had to literally drag yourself to the bathroom, and even though the shower was cold, it didn't seem to help at all in the task of becoming fully awake. Your inner wizard told you that is you don't wake up soon, something is definitely gonna down.
After managing to not smear your concealer everywhere, you groggily made your way downstairs. After some thinking, you decided to make scrambled eggs for breakfast. Scrambled eggs were easy, after all.
Soon the rest of your small family were thumping down the stairs to fill their empty bellies. You rubbed your eyes with the hand that wasn't holding the spatula, not realizing that you left the pan on the edge of the burner, handle facing towards you. You shifted on your feet, bumping into the hot metal and making the pan fall to the floor.
Oh, fuck me.
The punch came out of nowhere, sending you down towards the floor. When you opened yo
Savior (Teacher!SpainxAbused!Reader) Ch. 3More Like This
You blindly walked through the empty halls as you read your scheduled. First day of school and you were already late! Well, technically it was your fault. Breakfast was a little burnt this morning, and, well. . . you can kinda get the picture. You had to redo your bruise cover-up before running to school, wincing each time your left foot hit the ground.
You glanced up from the slip of paper and read the number on the nearest classroom, and was surprised to find that it was your homeroom class. Why is it so hard for you to find a class when you've been going to this school for two years? Well, most of your old classes were on the total opposite side of the school. You actually have only been on this side, like, three times.
Stuffing the paper in your pocket, you hurried to swing open the door and quickly sit in the nearest desk. Your classmates stared as you entered, the few (okay, maybe not just a few) the bullied you smirked, realizing that their little punching bag didn't finall
Savior (Teacher!SpainxAbused!Reader) Ch. 2More Like This
"Bye, Francis." You said to the Frenchman when you were about to leave. He waved at you when you closed the glass door behind you. You quickly walked to your next job, a place you worked at all year round since the beginning of freshman year. The flower shop was just a summer job to replace school hours.
You slipped through the back door and went strait to the employee bathroom to change into your uniform. You always kept your work clothes at work because one way or another Father would end up ripping it or spilling your blood on it. You didn't know what you would do if your boss asked you why there are red stains on your shirt.
After getting dressed and checked to see if any of your makeup rubbed off, you walked into the kitchen and grabbed a menu. Before you could go, you heard someone yell at you in a heavy Italian accent. "Hey! Ragazza! Where have you been? You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago!"
You turned around to see your boss, Luciano, moving towards you
Savior (Teacher!SpainxAbused!Reader) Ch. 1More Like This
Beep! . . . Beep! . . . Beep! . . . Be-
You quickly hit the snooze button on the alarm clock. You sat still, listening closely. The only sound you could here was Mother's slow breathing. You sighed in relief, because Father hated it when you accidentally woke him or your brother.
Seven years ago, not very long after he smashed your face into glass, Father decided it was his job to raise your brother. He 'took him under his wing' you could say. What was worse was that if you or Mother even so much as looked at the child or him, you'd be punished one way or another. Not Mother, you. Father didn't lay a finger mother after that day. Instead he made her watch you getting beat or any other games Father liked to play that didn't involve him touching you in some way.
You slipped out of the bed you and Mother shared since you were nine, and picked up the digital clock on the nightstand. It read '05:02' in glowing red numbers. Once you turned off the alarm, you quickly
Spain X Reader Can We Keep itMore Like This
Spain X Reader Can We Keep it
“Pretty please, with a cherry on top”
“For the last time Antonio NO and I don’t like cherries”
You were just hanging out in the living room of your shared apartment when your boyfriend Antonio came in rambling about something. By the time you got him to calm down you noticed something in his hands. It was a turtle. Naturally he wanted to keep it but you can’t.
“Please, I promise I will take good care of it” he pleads
“A big tank, tools to clean it, food, and money for veterinary visits” you list
“A portion of the requirements needed to take care of a turtle” you inform
He smiles again.
“Don’t worry, I can handle it”
Just as you expected Antonio was having a hard time. The first problem was that the tank he bou
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It burned her, her skin in agony and she cried as loud as she could, until her lungs were on flames too and her voice was no more than a broken sound.
But there was no one to hear her screams.
And, from inside the crackles and sizzles of the heat that was consuming her there was a voice, one that seemed untouched by the flames and unaffected by her whimpers, but still gentle, soft, and just as crepitating as the flames that devoured her were, speaking with her. And , though warm, the sound send a shiver down her spine.
“Hello, child. I will come for your soul too. Is it as delicious as your parents were?” And she knew she’d be slowly eaten. She could feel its burning teeth crawling over her, tasting the blood that slowly poured out…
The ringing of her phone woke her up, and she put her hand over her chest, trying to calm her erratic heartbeats, the scars on her hands pulsing.
Just a dream. A figment of memory, a demon of your own min
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Hetalia x Reader – Devil’s Dance
“Ladies and gentlemen
This is Mambo number5”, the singer announced, giving way to an electronic beat with a cheery rhythm.
-Whoa, I can’t take this anymore. – [f/n] said, breathlessly while leaning against the nearest wall. Gazing ahead, the girl observed through the huge mirror that covered most of the side of the room, and the Spanish as he rubbed his temples in a tired way, but at the same time with an amused smile adorning his features.
“One, two, three, four, five
Everybody's in the car, so come on
Let's ride to the liqueur-store around the corner
The boys say they want some gin and juice
But I really don't wanna”
She took her time to enjoy the view while she tried to make some of the air, which refused to stay inside her burning lungs, to return for more than a few seconds. Tanned, tall, brunet, and owner of the most exasperatingly green hues she had ever seen, Antonio was sight to be s