"Of all the people to share a tent with, it HAD to be Alfred."
You threw your pillow over your head and held it tightly against your ears, hoping to drown the hero's snores.
Yup, you and the rest of the FACE gang were on your annual camping trip. Actually, you never intended to go but they always had to bring someone outside their group to make sure that one of them doesn't kill each other.
Good thing you came prepared!
Febreeze to get rid of Alfred's hamburger smell? Check.
Tweezers for Arthur's eyebrows? Check.
Pepper spray to keep Francis - er...mosquitoes! Pepper spray to keep French mosquitoes away? Checkity check!
Baby wipes to keep Matthew's maple syrup from making everything sticky? Check.
But sharing your tent with Alfred F. Jones was one thing you were not prepared for.
Once again, Alfred managed to forget his tent. He always bunked with a different person each year and everyone would pl
-- I’m a major fan of Male!Ukraine, and I’ve been wanting to write something for a while now x3 It only took like months to get done >.> And I like the three siblings to be all boys xD As in, Ukraine and Belarus are genderbent, but Ivan is not.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or You*
"I'm right here, Dmitri... Good night."
"... Are you still awake?"
"Now I am. Just go to bed, Dmitri."
"But what if a bear attacks you? Or worse! What if France shows up to molest you in your sleep!?"
"He won't, I pro-"
"I-I don't know what I would do without you, _____. I-If something were to happen, I-I-!"
"Dmitri!" you placed your hands onto his face, looking your lover straight into his beautiful cerulean eyes, the color intensified from the small amount of light seeping through the thin material above your heads. His breathing stopped as his watery eyes gave you a scared expression, his cheeks flushed. "Nothing's going to happen," you smiled reassuringly a
A small, lean figure began to stir beneath the warmth of the thick, white blanket. The bed creaked as he sat up, slipping out of the warm embrace of the white cloth. Running his slender fingers through his (h/c) tresses, he spun his legs around to dangle off of the edge of his bed.
He started feeling around to his right for his cane, which he had propped against the bedside drawer. Finally feeling the contact of the cold stick on his fingers, he grabbed it and slowly stood up—still hazy from sleep—before making his way out of his room, careful not to run into anything. He was slightly confident that he would not, since everything is always in their respective places. But he would fear stepping on the family cat, Tofu by accident.
He got to the bathroom just fine though. Removing whatever articles of clothing he had on, he stood beneath the shower as he turned it on. This wetness. This warm, relaxing wetness that traveled every inch of skin. This w
It was the middle of July in Canada (yep your Canadian) and you sat at home in a sundress it was about maybe plus twenty outside and being in the city made it so much
hotter with all the people and such. Oh and your name was (first name) (Last name).
Rocking in your chair you thought and continued to play with your fluffy belly (that's right reader-chan your a fluffy lady! But don't worry big is beauty!)
your (h/c) hair swaying gently as you rocked on the chair.
Suddenly you shot up almost banging your knee on the table and hurried to the phone to call (friends name).
You waited for three ring's before she picked up.
"Hello (name) what's up?" your friend (friends name) asked.
"Heey you doing anything this weekend? or maybe the week?" You asked (e/c) twinkling in excitement.
"I was thinking that we should go camping! It's hot out and it's loud so I thought hey we should go camping and get away from it all!"
"hmm?" She hummed
"You know wh
This is a story about one of my earliest, and most intense tickle experiences.
I joined boy scouts when I was fairly young. I was in my early tweens if I remember correctly. At the time I was a bit standoffish, and I wasn't the most social person for sure. People often mistakened my shyness for unfriendly or snobbish behavior, which led to a few incidents like this.
I only hung with two close friends that I already knew in the troop, Jeff, and Sam. They had both been in the troop for a year before me, and I was the newbie this year. Apparently, others in my troop decided that my standoffishness wouldn't fly here.
So one weekend, 30 or so of us went away on a cabin camping trip for 3 days. As the weekend wore on I started to get the feeling that other troop members were trying to find some way to make me open up. They were looking for some way to bring the new gu
"I hope not. I'm tired of it myself," I told her, finally relaxing after a long and tense interrogation session.
Once I was proven to be me, she showed me off to the other employees to make sure they all knew of my new looks so there wouldn't be any confusion. It didn't help that I had to go shoeless for that first week. I got into the habit and tucking my feet under my chair to keep people from both staring at my talons or tripping over my feet.
That weekend I broke out my leather working supplies and rebuilt my boots from all the left over leather I had. I had quite a bit of it from my first pair and this time