(F/N) = First Name
(L/N) = Last Name
(Y/n) = Your name
(H/c) = Hair color
(B/n) = Bunny name (You have a stuffed bunny)
(Y/n) woke up from a light slumber. A second was spent questioning why she was awake, and then the jiggling of keys in the door was heard.
Father was home.
(Y/n) jumped out of bed, and pushed a chair against her bedroom door. Sometimes he came into her room…When he came home this late—her clock read two a.m. right now—he was angry. He had been drinking that gross stuff that makes him mean and angry—he called it a lot of different names, like beer or vodka. But it was all the same, it all turned him into a monster that hurt the three-year-old.
She was smart enough to realize when he smelled and came home late, she was usually hurt.
But not always. Sometimes he wouldn’t come into her room, just head straight to bed. Or if he did come into her
Maybe it was a mistake to pick your boyfriend up from work at the BAR he worked at.
“You’re not going to want to finish that sentence,” you said your hands in your pockets. “I’m waiting for my boyfriend.”
The guy only laughed and put his arm around your shoulders, “Your boyfriend don’t have to know.”
Gritting your teeth you said, “Doesn’t. He doesn’t have to know.”
“Alright,” the guy said as if he just won.
Rolling your eyes you grabbed some of the skin on his hand and twisted it hard.
The drunken guy cursed at you.
“I suggest you leave before you start more problems than you can deal with.” you said in a monotone.
You smiled as the only person who was allowed to call you babe walked up. “Well that was a quick change.” You kissed him o
You were wandering the cold streets of Rome. You had no idea how you got there, where to go or what to do. As a toddler, you were mortified.
As you stumbled around the city, you came across a small Italian restaurant. Oh how you longed for something to fill your stomach! You ran over to the back door of the restaurant, you little (h/c) curl bouncing as you toddled.
Finally reaching the door you were a little shaking but you tried to knock. TRIED. You were just going up to the door when you heard yelling and someone panicking in Italian. The large metal door swung open to reveal two men. One had dark chocolate brown hair and deep eyes. He was really loud and swearing a lot. He had a major scowl on his face that kind of scared you. The other had a lighter version of hair color with a tint of red. He seemed to be fumbling with a garbage bag while the loud one yelled at him. But what really caught your eye were that each of them had a strange curl, jus
You sighed, and glanced over at him with pity. He was invisible to them again.
Russia was sitting on him, as usual. Why did it seem like you were the only one who could see poor Canada?
The only time the rest of the Allies noticed him was when they were looking for America. His brother. Never did anyone see him otherwise.
You felt bad for the little guy. A loud, crazy, somewhat obnoxious guy like America was bound to overshadow his own quiet, shy brother like that. You were pretty sure Canada had spent his whole life getting stuck in his brother’s problems, only because people confused them.
Once in a while, you would catch a sad expression on the Canadian’s normally sweet face. You could never imagine what it would be like to be in his position.
Is he invisible because… they ignore him? You wondered sometimes.
America ended the meeting, and everyone began to leave.
Your boyfriend broke away from the kiss with frown on his face. Staring back at him you tried to keep the sheepish look off your face. “Is something wrong, Matt?” you asked.
“We didn’t have pancakes for breakfast.” he said.
Damn it, you thought, he knows.
You just frowned trying to keep an innocent look on your face, “So?”
“I taste maple syrup.” Matthew said, catching your lips again. You knew it might be better to keep your mouth shut, but you couldn’t resist your sexy Canadian boyfriend. When he finally pulled back, he said, “I definitely taste maple syrup.” You nodded on instinct, still lightheaded.
He leaned down and started to kiss your neck, making you moan. “Did you make pancakes without me?” he asked. Unable you speak you just shook your head. “Then what troub
You ran as fast as your short legs would take you. In one hand, you clenched onto your stuffed cat desperately, in the other hand, you cupped the slash on your cheek that bled persistently. Tears stained your face, but you had no time to wipe your eyes.
Not far behind your drunken dad chased you. At the age of four you shouldn't have been able to tell he was drunk, but you had seen it far too many times not to know. The mark on your cheek began to stink, bringing more tears to your eyes. It had been your father who did it, throwing an empty beer bottle your way, which smashed on impact.
"Come back here you little bitch!" He shouted, his voice slurred and furious. He sounded close.
Crying out in fear, you picked up the pace, despite your lungs screaming for oxygen. Failing to watch where you were going, you ran into something hard. Falling backwards, you dropped your cat plush
As the hall started to empty it got quieter. Not for the first time that year you felt like you didn’t want to go to class. Along you sat there in the hall, leaning against the cool metal of the lockers.
“Hey girl,” a rough voice said.
You looked up hesitantly. Only to see Matthiu. You heard that he was a bully that liked to beat up people that got on his bad side. You gulped, “Y-yes?”
He smirked at your reaction and crouched down to look at you, “Never seen you around here. What’s your name?”
“_-_________,” you said quietly, pulling your books closer to your chest as if to shield yourself from him and his piecing gaze that hid behind a pair of sunglasses.
“__________,” the name rolled off his tong
You are waiting for your childhood best friend, Matthew Williams. He is the half-brother of the most annoying guy in the world, Alfred F. Jones, and he lives in Canada with his father while Alfred lives here in the United States with their mother. Al's the older one.
But Matt's the sweeter one. He's so quiet and innocent and cute, and no one ever notices him but you, of course.
Every summer vacation, he comes down here for two weeks to spend time with his family (his mother and Al) and with you.
He's your best friend.
You play with the hem of your shirt, twisting it back and forth as you impatiently wait. You shift your eyes to Alfred who is standing in front of a McDonald's that is inside the airport, ordering food for the both of you. Their mother has to work, so she can'
Maybe you can argue that you’re courageous or bold, and sure, that can help make confessions easier – but truth be told, there’s always that split second of panic as you anticipate their answer which can either bring you a sense of elation or send you into the comforts of your home, guzzling down your favorite ice cream with your broken heart keeping you company.
And so, confessions are difficult.
But when they’re unintentional…
Whispered ‘I love you’s heard by the wrong ears, heartfelt letters that land into the recipient’s hands a bit too early… there are far too many ways for a confession to go wrong when someone does it by accident.
Although, it’s not so bad when you’re receiving a confession – albeit accidentally – from someone who adores you just as much as you adore them.
Especially when the confession is
Sleepovers with Matthew and his brother Alfred always proved themselves to be eventful.
Whether or not that was a good thing, you’ve yet to decide.
“Matthew, help! Your– brother– is– choking– me!”
“C-C’mon now Alfred, let _____ go, it’s just a movie–”
“NO! Oh god, DO NOT OPEN THAT CLOSET!”
Having completely disregarded Matthew’s attempts at making Alfred let you go, the American instead chose to grab onto Matthew too, ensnaring him in his death grip in his fit of fear.
Why did you accept their invitation for a sleepover again?
Because of Matthew.
Not saying it like it’s a bad thing, but your longtime, shy Canadian friend Matthew was someone you happened to harbor feelings for; and due to these feelings, you usually wanted to be around him, an
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
“Pretty” (y/n) giggled as Lenore tucked it into her hair. The two girls played in the yard of Flavio’s mansion under the watch of Kuro and Lutz.
“(Y/n)! Someone’s here to see you!” Flavio called out, meaning Luciano was home.
(y/n) stood on her short legs and brushed the grass and dirt off before running inside. Lenore dashed after her eagerly into the large estate.
“Papa!” (y/n) beamed as she flashed her small teeth at him. Luciano smiled and picked her up in a warm hug.
“I’ll be having guests over later, so let Uncle Flavio dress you up” Luciano murmured as Flavio led the girls into one of the large dressing rooms.
“Do I gotta wear a dumb dress?” Lenore asked
“Yes, both of you. You’ll be in big trouble if you get dirty!” Flavio chided as he placed both gir
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“Of course” Prussia says taking a place in the circle. “It is a party you know”
“Come on ____” Arthur, says gesturing to the open spot between him and the barely noticeable Matthew.
Hell, you had no boyfriend and a crush on Matthew, luck had better be a lady tonight. Last time you had seen Canada was when Alfred had forced him to watch all the Star Wars movies. The poor guy was probably scarred for life.
You cautiously took your place, praying you wouldn’t get Gilbert or Francis. “Ok, the rules are girl and boy you kiss, two boys you punch, two girls you hug, got it?” a general murmur of assent.
Arthur was first he spun it and it pointed at Alfred “shit” Alfred muttered as Arthur walked up.
“I think we can all agree you had this coming,” Arthur said sympathetically. He gave Alfred a harder punch than needed.
Alfred fell back unto the couch holding a bl
"Hurry up guys I'm about to have to go get him!" You ordered as you watched all the countries busily trying to put up last minute decorations.
Today was your best friend's birthday and you wanted it to be completely special for him, especially since most of the other countries always either forgot he existed, or they confused him for his brother, America. You stood in the center of the room watching all the other countries helping out, even your older brother, England, who was the world's worst about forgetting Canada.
"I don't know what the bloody big deal is," England mumbled as he helped France put up a birthday banner.
"Lighten up Angleterre (England), you're just mad that you 'ave no one under you," France said smirking as he glanced across the room at where you were standing.
"I still have _____________ frog face!" England said glaring at him making you sigh.
"Will you two please stop it?! This is Canada's special day and I don't want it ruine
Brushing a bit of hair out of his face you leaned down and kissed him gently on the cheek. You always got up this early to make him tea and breakfast before he woke up. Slipping out of bed you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.
He was trying to pull you back in his sleep. Gingerly you disentangled his arms from you and slipped on your bathrobe.
You made him his tea and some eggs and toast.
Mama, a little voice from the kitchen whispered. You turned to see Matthew.
What is it baby?
Matthew was holding his toy bear to his chest, Im hungry can we have pancakes?
You shook your head, How about toast?
The ten year old sighed, but nodded and sat at the kitchen table rubbing his eyes.
A few mintues later rapid footsteps were heard, MA!
“Mattie,” you whimpered, lightly poking Canadian boyfriend with your foot. Matthew’s gaze flickered away from his book and connected with yours. He gave you a sympathetic smile, leaning over and placing his warm lips on your sweaty forehead.
“I feel like I’m dying,” you complained, snuggling into the crook of his neck. His warm, sweet smell filtered through your nostrils, distracting you briefly from the stabbing pain in your gut.
“It must be terrible,” Matthew whispered sympathetically. You nodded quickly, a scowl plastered to your face.
It was new start for me in (City) as I started to finish unpacking the last of my belongings. I just moved out of my home to live closer to my new college, which apparently was too far for me from where I was. So I packed my stuff, said good bye to my friends and family and left to (City). There’s soo many things that are knew to me and one of them was being alone. Don’t get me wrong being alone is awesome since I can do almost anything I want and not get scolded, but it feels too quiet. “Well I’m done for today” I said to myself as I but the last book on the shelf and looked at the time to see it was dinner time.
“Damn it’s that late already? Good thing I packed some food before from back home” I said as I went into the kitchen and took out (favorite food) from the fridge and heated it in the microwave. Once it was heated I went to the living room and sat down on the sofa to eat “Let’s see what’s on”
… Matthew Williams, the most nice, shy, and invisible, not to mention syrup and pancake loving, Canadian.
Quietly opening, closing, and locking the door, you walked down the streets, thinking of places where your quiet Canadian friend was. He could be in the park or at his house. Perhaps even at the market to buy more pancake ingredients and/or Canadian brand maple syrup.
Shrugging, you decided to check the park, where he enjoys to relax and spend nice days like this one.
❤Time Skip Brought to You by Canada Showering in Maple Syrup While Sexily Dancing❤
You arrived at the park’s iron gates, welcoming anyone and everyone in. You darted in, now determined to find Matthew.
After walking around and checking
~*~9 months later~*~
You watch as your father paced back on froth with worry planted on his face as you he
Right now, you were playing all alone baseball, trying to hit every ball that came towards you. You managed to hit some, but still not enough. Tomboy, that's what you were and the fact that you sucked at one sport made your blood boil in rage. After the final ball that you missed, you sighed in defeat and sat on the ground with a sad look on your face. You heard footsteps coming towards you and you turned your head to see Alfred, or Al how he liked to be called. He was the typical bad boy of the school along with his brother Mathew. When he saw you he just smirked.
"Why are you
A sandy blonde haired man with a curly-Q sticking out from the center of his head, walked over to China. Canada, (Name), presumed took her from the ancient country, a little polar bear at his feet. Curious she watched it. “Who are you?” it started up at you. “(Name),” she said quietly. “That’s Kumajiro,” Canada told (Name). Her little (s/c) face lit up in delight. “He’s cute” (Name) said soft. Canada smiled slightly. His purple eyes dancing with happiness. The other countries rolled their eyes and began filtering out of the meeting room.
A blonde man with a ponytail, bounded over to Canada. “Bonjour, mon fils,”
You chuckled as Alfred made a fool out of himself, yet again. He really was an idiot sometimes, but one of your best friends none the less. There was a growling sound behind you that sent shivers down your spine. Then Arthur pulled up beside you with an amazing smelling pink frosted cupcake.
"Would you like it?" He asked, his smile a little sadistic.
You laughed nervously and pushed the cupcake away. "No thanks, I, uh, don't want to get a cavity. Too many of your delicious sweets can do that, you know," you gave a nervous smile.
With a sneer, the personification of England put away the treat. He turned to Alfred, the personification of America. "Come on Al, let's go home."
"No way!" Sneer Alfred, glaring at him, "You'll just try to feed me more of those poisonous cupcakes! I'm gonna hang out with __." He sent a seductive grin your way.
The pink haired nation growled again. "We are going home and you will eat my cupcakes!" He snapped, getting a death grip on the red eyed
The cool evening air hung upon ____'s shoulders. She shivered, but continued to press forward, her sneakers gently tapping on the the sidewalk. Normally, she would avoid parties, her boyfriend typically didn't want to have anything to do with them. She could still remember how much he spited her party attitude. Honestly, it was innocent - she liked seeing her friends drunk. That was all she liked about them. Now that she and her boyfriend were broken up - she could go to all the parties, since she knew he wasn't going to be there. Fortunately, Alfred had actually invited her to his New Years' Party. They didn't really talk much at school, but they surely were friends. He was aware of what had happened too.
That was good. No ex problems tonight.
____ approached the door of Alfred's hose. She gently rapped on it, holding her wrist tightly in her hand. Within the minute, the door had op