“Have fun at school (Name),” her mom said from behind her. “Call me when you’re ready to leave.”
“Okay mom,” (Name) responded before turning back and going into her new school. She hoped her first day wouldn’t be too bad, or at least not as bad as it was in her previous school. She never really liked it there anyway, and no one ever really liked her.
That’s why her mom thought she should move from (y/home state) to (state of your choice) and change schools. Her mom was hoping that (Name) would make some friends if she moved to another school and started over.
(Name), however, thought it was pointless. She sucked at trying to have conversations, and she was really shy. Any friend she every had in the past had either moved away later or drawn away from her by the popular crowd. What was the real point in trying? Getting her mother to stop pestering her about it, s
"So, you're going to go for that chick?" Francis suddenly blurted out, his blue eyes were on Gilbert and his cigarette was lazily tucked between his index and middle finger.
"Of course, the awesome me can get anything he wants!" Gilbert said, he walked back over to Francis to sit down beside him in the soft grass. The weather was nice and warm, and there was a light breeze in the air which made it a perfect spring day. Antonio so
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
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
"Hi! The name's Alfred F. Jones, and I'm the hero!" his blue eyes glittered with excitement. He grinned like an idiot and continued, "You're in a couple of my classes, but I don't remember your name! What is it?"
"_-_____ ______," you whispered, barely audible. You tilted your head down so that your bangs covered up your blushing face. You've always been rather shy, and no one really talks to you much. You've naturally started bowing your head in shyness when people you're not close to try to have a conversatio
'Alright...send him in.' sighed the king. After considering it for more than an hour, King Arthur had finally decided that it was time to bring in another knight to slay the dragon which terrorised his kingdom.
'Are you sure you want to do this, Milord?' whispered Francis into the king's ear. 'We've already lost 10 of our best soldiers'
'What choice do we have? One more raid and the villages are done for!' spat Arthur in a lowered vioce.
'Send him in.' he then shouted.
The doors of the great hall opened and a young man was escorted in by two guards. He wore silver armour covering his right arm and chest, brown breeches and leather boots up to his knees. Under the chainmail on his torso was a deep red fabric which fan
You smiled as you say down beside your two best friends, Lily (Lichtenstein) and her older brother Vash (Switzerland). Currently the three of you were doing like you did everyday at Hetalia High, sitting together at lunch and just having a great time, well you were that is until your older brother Arthur (England) came and snatched you up and away from the table earning a dirty look from Vash and a terrified one from Lily.
"What have I bloody told you about talking to that bloody frog's cousin?" Arthur asked clearly annoyed that you were with his 'mortal enemy's' family.
"Vash and Lily are my best friends and besides, they don't claim Francis (France) much anyways," you said giving him a dirty look yourself. "Therefore you shouldn't have a bloody problem with my choice in friends, at least my friends don't try and strip me any chance they get."
"That bloody frog is NOT my friend!" Arthur almost yelled and you sighed growing annoyed and tired o
France sighed to himself as he walked slowly to the world meeting. He knew he was going to be late to the world meeting, but he didn't care. If it was left up to him he wouldn't even be going to this stupid meeting in the First place since it was to be held in the one place he couldn't stand: England. But alas, France's boss was making him attend today so he walked on slowly, the less time he had to deal with England the better.
France finally saw the meeting hall and was about to walk in when something caught his attention. The faint sound of a child crying. France thought he was going crazy at first, in fact he was sure he was since it was getting close to the time of the year when he lost Canada to England and that always upset him to think about and remember. He looked around confused before he found a basket with a tiny baby wailing inside of it.
He looked around confused. Who would leave a poor child in the ally?! He picked up the baby w
Of Course I have a Boyfriend
Sometimes it was hard having three males as your roommates. It was hard seeing them leave on dates with different women, sometime men. You hated it when they came back, laughing.
And you really hated it when they teased you about your lack of a serious relation ship.
Not tonight. Tonight, you were going to prove them wrong. Or at least pretend to.
You put the finishing touches on your makeup, a splash of bright red for your lips. Smoky gray eyeliner rimmed your eyes. Your hair was styled in a way that best complimented your features. A deep crimson dress with fishnet stockings clad your body like a sort of armor.
When you entered the living room, you tried not to smirk. All three of them were staring, eyes wide. Gilbert didn't notice that he was dripping beer down his front, Antonio was oblivious to the fact that the tomato he had been cutting was reduced to a pulp and Francis was gaping, his w
"Oh my dear petite soeur (little sister)! It's time to get up," your big brother France said as he came into your room and opened the blinds temporarily blinding you.
"Non (no), I don't want to," you whined hiding under your blanket.
"Zhen I guess you won't get to see--" France began to say before you popped up already knowing where he was going with that.
"Okay, okay I'm up," you said, your face already a bright shade of red making your brother chuckle before he bent down and kissed your forehead.
"Why won't you zell (tell) 'im __________________?" Francis asked making you shrug.
" 'e wouldn't like me back like zhat," you mumbled earning a look from the Frenchmen.
"Oh really? All 'e ever talks about is you," Francis said sighing. "But whatever makes you 'appy. Today would be zhe perfect day to tell 'im though."
You sighed and nodded just wanting him to go away for a bit. He walked out of the room shutting the door behind him and once he w
"Ah !" You cursed and sat up in bed, holding your hands to your face. Red stuff dripped down your face and your fingers, and you tried not to get any on the sheets, although the pillow was already stained.
"Great. This is really just great," you mumbled to yourself, holding your nose with one hand. One of the few days you get to sleep in, and you were woken up early by a nosebleed.
Was there a better way to start off the day?
"Ah, buenos días, _______!"
"Kesesesese! Nice, _______!"
"Ohonhonhon, what happened this time?"
Oh, look, there it was.
You were sorry you asked.
The man with silver hair was already strutting around your room, and the blonde peeked out from behind the door. The Spaniard was leaning against your wall leisurely with a happy smile.
You blinked and stared at the three of them with wide eyes. "How did you even get in here?" You swore the door was locked. It didn't really matter to you that they wer
WARNING: 3rd Person POV… I know it’s odd because it’s France x Reader, but try it and see if you like it.
____ quickly whipped her head around to glare at Francis. She didn’t even have to see to know it was the flirtatious blonde French man who had smacked her butt. Of course, her glare would be more intimidating if a pink blush wasn’t coating her cheeks. No matter how many times a day Francis would harass her, she would always blush.
“Ohonhonhonhon!” Francis’s signature laugh rang out.
Before, ______ was carrying a rather large stack of papers to England. It was almost the end of the day, and ____ just wanted to finish this last task and go home. In her rush, she had dropped a few papers. After she had dropped off the huge stack, ____ went back to pick up the ones she had lost al
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
The sound of a loud BEEP cut through the air of the quiet and dark room where you slept. Groaning, you began to slap your nightstand in your lazy attempt of finding your cell phone. After feeling a rubbery case, you picked it up, lifted your face from your pillow, eyes open, and unlocked the device, which caused you to squint. Shutting off the alarm that had disturbed you from your dream and locking the phone, you let your head fall back onto the soft and plush pillow.
Pulling your hand back under the covers, taking the phone along with you, you tried to fall back asleep, not wanting to face the day. “It's too early for this,” you yawned out, a small stretch following close after.
As soon as you thought you could get away with sleeping in, you were proven wrong. A hand came on your shoulder and shook it gently, kisses peppering the back of your head and side of your face.
You heard a knock on the door and went over to open it. It was Antonio with a very happy grin on his face. The way he smiled brighted your days and melted your heart on the plate of heaven.
"Hello there, mi amor!~" he said and kissed you sweet and soft on the lips, making you blush a light pink.
"Hi there, Tony. I thought you wouldn't come." you said with a smirk. He made a dramatic gasp and got on one of his knees.
"I would never do such thing. Leave the love of my life all alone on a beautiful Friday night." then he kissed you on the back of
I turned my head to see my boyfriend, Gilbert Beilschmidt. He was running toward me with his arms flailing in the air.
"What is it, Gil?" I asked.
"Gilbird's gone missing!" he said, panicked.
"Oh, no! Do you want me to help you look for him?" If it were anyone else's pet, I wouldn't have bothered. But it was Gilbird, and he was just so cute that I had to find him-- and he was my boyfriend's bird, after all.
Gil nodded. "Ja, thanks."
So we looked. And looked. And looked. We looked all through Gil's and Ludwig's house and property, but there was no sign of the little bird. After about an hour of searching, Francis and Antonio came bursting through the front door.
"Hola, mis amigos!" shouted the Spaniard.
"Bonjour, our Prussian friend!"
I straightened up from looking under the couch to look at the duo. "Hey, guys. Now might not be a good time to hang out with Gil. Gilbird's missing."
Francis put his hand to his mouth. "Mon Dieu! That's horrible!"
"Anything we can do?" aske
"Nein, she wants to go vith the awesome me and go to Times Square." Gilbert argued
"I think we have time to do both-"
Non, ma Cherie wants to go to Victoria's Secret with me non?" Francis winked.
"Francis! No!" You yelled but it was no use, your three friends were much louder than you were.
It was your birthday today, and to celebrate it the Bad Touch Trio, otherwise known as Antonio, Gilbert and Francis took you to New York for a couple days. Except it hadn't been the vacation you were looking forward too, you haven't even been here an hour and they were already arguing on where to go.
"Why don't we all just take a walk around New York today? And after that you each get a day to take me to where ever you
wish." You suggested.
"I agree mi amor." Antonio smiled.
"Oui, I do too." Francis sighed.
"Since I am the awesome Gilbert, tomorrow is my day with ____!" He proclaimed.
"Quoi? Non!" Francis yelled.
And also the fact that you were just too cute when you got drowsy.
“You don’t have to stay awake with me, mon amour,” Francis spoke, his voice so gentle you could’ve sworn it was trying to coax you to sleep. “I’ll be finished with all this paperwork soon. Get some rest before me, oui?”
“But…” A yawn broke through your voice, effectively cutting off your sentence. “…I don’t want you to be lonely…”
His heart swelled at your words, a warm smile touching his lips as he chuckled. “Me? Lonely? With someone like you by my side? _____, just knowing that you love me is enough to chase those lonely feelings away.”
“Then… having me physically at your side must chase even more of those lonely feelings away… right?” you pointed out, your voice slowed fr
The girl he was talking to walked away, looking agitated. He went back to his friends, who were leaning against the wall and had seen what had happened
"You botched it again?!" Arthur said, folding his arms
"At this rate, you'll become the guy in the school with the most rejections" America said
"Oui, even more than that loser from Canada" Francis laughed
"Francis, that's our friend Matthew, aru" Yao sighed
"He's still a loser" Francis muttered
"Alright, let's get back to the job in hand ... getting Ivan a girl so his crazy sister will leave him be" Arthur said
"Sh-she's not crazy. She's just ... eccentric" Ivan said, a little embarrassed
He was always a little defensive when it came to his family, but he couldn't deny that his younger sister Natalia was a little messed up in the head. He had gone to his friends for help, hoping they could teach him how to get a girl to like him ... one that wasn't his crazy sister. But he always ended up
"Well, this is your party, mon ami," chided his best friend Francis. "We should do something entertaining."
"Oh! I know!" said Gilbert's other best friend, Antonio. "Let's play Hide-and-Seek!"
"Good idea!" Gilbert climbed onto a tabletop. "Everybody! I've got a cure for all of your boredom! We'll play Hide-and-Seek!"
_____, hearing her friend's announcement, put down her drink and smiled. "That sounds like fun!"
"Seriously?" said her boyfriend, Ludwig, with a raised eyebrow. "Games are for kleine Kinder."
"C'mon, Luddy!" _____ took his hand, making him blush. "We all need to take time to play. Loosen up!"
Ludwig sighed. He could never say no to her. "Alright, schatz. I'll play one game."
_____ pumped her fist in the air. "Yes! Hey, Gil! Luddy and I'll play!"
"Awesome! Alright, peeps! You go hide! Toni, Francis, and I'll be it! Go!" And with that, the Bad Touch Trio turned around, covered their eyes
The Spaniard turned around at the sound of his name being called. His eyes fell upon _____, his best friend for as long as he could remember (excluding Gilbert and Francis, of course). His lips curled up into a happy smile when he saw her-- even though she was glaring daggers at him.
"Hola, bonita," he said with the big grin still on his face. "How have you been?"
"Oh, just fine, thank you," she replied, crossing her arms. There was a razor-sharp edge building in her voice.
"What's the matter, bonita? You okay?"
"Oh, yeah!" She stomped past him angrily, heading inside the house. "Everything's peachy-keen!"
Antonio turned his head in her direction, furrowing his brows. "Bonita?"
_____ stepped into the house where Gilbert and Ludwig (and currently _____) lived, furiously kicking off her shoes after wiping her feet.
"_____! _____!" called a voice frantically from the hallway.
_____ saw Gilbert running toward her with a panicked look on his face.
"What is it,