Up (GermaniaXAngel!Reader)No one ever cares to look up. This thought ran through your mind as you played absentmindedly with a fluffy piece of cloud. People milled around below you like a gigantic ant-hill, rushing about to get to work, to get home, simply put; to get somewhere else. Why were people always so rushed? You wondered, rolling on your side as you continued to gaze downwards.More Like This
You only have one life to live after all so they should be spending more time with their families and have fun together while they still could. You chastised them by wagging a finger down at them – not that any of them saw it anyway. With a sigh, you leapt from the cloud and allowed yourself to fall for a moment. The sensation of the wind blowing through your hair was one that you’d always enjoyed. In fact you let yourself drop through the air so often that your friends accused you of being an adrenaline junkie.
It wasn’t like you’d hurt yourself even if you did hit the ground – you couldn’t d
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Go ahead, take a punch for her, and give one if necessary.
Just make sure she wasn’t the one that got hurt.
‘Dammit, where the hell is he?’ I couldn’t find Romulus anywhere in this damn club, and I checked everywhere. ‘If he left with some damn hussie, to get ‘some’, I’ll throttle him.’
The bastard has the keys to the car, and is my only way home. And what makes the situation worse for me is that I don’t have my cell phone, forgot it in the car, so forget about calling someone.
‘I’ll look for him again, and if I don’t find him this time. Then I’ll just walk home.’ I wasn’t staying longer than I had too. As I was doing another sweep through, I stopped in my tracks. I heard someone laugh, no ordinary laugh – that laugh was Romulus’.
‘Found him.’ I thought to myself. I quickly started to push my way through the crowd of people, to whe
I Will Always Love You - GermanyxMedic!Reader WWII - FranceMore Like This
You ran towards the group of men that were screaming for you. Your medical bag crashed repeatedly into your side. You dodged the trees and tried your best not to get hit with bullets.
“Medic!” One of the men screamed again.
You reached them and started your work on their superior officer. The men around fired into the woods while you fixed the leg of the officer.
“Take him to the medic tent! Use that Jeep!” you screamed at two soldiers.
They nodded and grabbed the man.
“Christ,” you growled, searching for the voice. You took off towards the sound of the screaming.
On your way to the voice through the thick brush, you felt someone grab your hair. You reached behind you and dug your nails into the flesh of the hand that gripped you. Not releasing, you felt yourself being dragged by both your hair and then by your arm. Your captor was behind you, so you didn
The Blood of Nations (1p! X Reader X 2p!Hetalia)More Like This
Violence/blood and gore
The office of Feliciano Vargas was cool, dark, and comfortable—a nice contrast to the humid weather outside. The curtains covered the windows, blocking any view of the interior and preventing sunlight from entering the room. It was quite cozy, actually. However, a heavy silence weighed down its occupants.
Italy had been at war with a strange, unknown force for several months, now. A sudden bombing in Rome by an unidentified aircraft had started the entire conflict. The unknown force had cut off all communication from the outside world. It was like WWII in America before Alfred joined—but Italy was an isolated power without their consent. Both brothers' inability to contact their allies for help was proving to be frustrating and a crippling downside to thei
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The World Conference had officially come to a start a little after noon, the petty arguments and squabbles dying down as everyone eventually found their seats around the colossal conference table. At the very head of the table, the United States of America, also known as Alfred F. (Freedom or Foster, no one was really sure which one he preferred) Jones, stood with a blinding smile on his face.
"Dudes, I think the World Conference can convene! Solving all of today's problems by talking excessively! No matter how hard it seems we can fix everything with enough meetings and photo ops! Feel free to speak honestly while protecting your chances for reelection! I'll go first! About that whole 'using Global Warming to enslave humanity thing' I think we'll be okay if we genetically engineer a huge hero and have him protect the Earth I give you the super hero Global Man
The Blood of Nations (Chapter 2)More Like This
Violence/blood and gore
Feliciano sat up slowly, head pounding and body freezing cold. Being able to hear the rush of blood in his ears was disorienting to say the least, but the added chill to his body made things stiff and miserable. He swayed a little and closed his eyes, attempting to bring up a hand to massage his temples. He frowned when he was unable to do so.
"What the…?" Feliciano allowed his eyelids to lift and glanced downward, where his arms were. He laid eyes on strange, blue/white chains secured around his wrists. "Che diavolo(1)?" He became aware of a stinging cold in his hands, as well as a terrible pain in his abdomen. The nation groaned and shifted slightly. The floor was cold as well.
Feliciano decided to take in his surroundings and try to recall just what the hell happ