Bullies!Hetalia X Bullied!Reader Ch. 29
“Wow… (Name), I didn’t know you had it in you.” Whistled Matthias as he stood over Alfred, watching as the American was brought back to his senses after being punched by the girl.
“Damn, girl! You pack a real punch!” Exclaimed Feliks as he joined his friend by her side as she was still shaking her hand.
“Maybe, doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt…” She muttered, curling her fingers over and over to make sure she didn’t break any of them.
Matthew chuckled from beside her as he went to go help his brother up. “What can you do, though? It isn’t like he didn’t deserve it.”
“Thanks for being on my side, bro. Really appreciate ya.” Groaned Alfred as he was pulled to his feet by his twin. He rubbed the already bruising cheek from the punch Matthias gave him moments earlier. There was sure to be another bruise forming soon enough from (Name)’s strike.
RomanoxSick!Reader Blame It On The Weatherman (2)Get away for a while
Here I am out on my own again
Won’t blame it on myself
I’ll blame it on the weatherman
CONTENT ADVISORY: Brief innuendo, graphic depictions of a verbal fight, graphic depictions shattered dishes and glasses, mentions of blood, implied accident
“One last step before I finally get out of this damn gown,” (Reader) said, ducking into the backseat of Bonnie’s car. The Suburban lent itself well to doubling as a dressing room for Bonnie’s Disney Princess party business, allowing performers to change immediately after performances came to a close. Under the seat hatches were reserved for wigs and shoes, and Bonnie had just finished putting both into safekeeping. (Reader) handed both her Giselle wig and heels over to Bonnie before climbing into the back seat, giggling from the amazing rush of another show. If it weren’t enough to have dozens of children clamoring over the performance, (Reader) wal
RomanoxSick!Reader: Blame It On The Weatherman (1)It’s just one more day
No one said there would be rain again
Won’t blame it on myself
I’ll blame it on the weatherman
CONTENT ADVISORY: Infidelity, description of gunshots, mention of blood, brief transphobia, binge eating
Storms may seem like entities popping up from out of nowhere, an unhappy accident of weather and circumstances. In truth, they come together from factors originating in seconds and years. The climate may have just swelled to the right temperature, but years of wind patterns and a systems of cyclonic rain allow that rise to have a purpose. Dancing together over the stillness of the ocean, the harbinger of life, water, gives rise instead to an elemental torment of earthly destruction. This pattern continues again and again, sweeping away thousands of lives, never stating why beyond the simple mechanics of the storm itself. Sometimes it is only vegetation lost to temperamental winds and rains. Others, thous
RomanoxSick!Reader Jolene: Part SixJolene, Jolene, Jolene, JOLENE!
I’m begging of you, don’t take my woman
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, JOLENE!
Please don’t take her even though you can
In the face of hearing loss, silence is not deafening but instead a series of sounds traveling across the body. Whether or not they are heard, each one is felt from the bottoms of the feet to the top of the head. Heavy footsteps over tile and hardwood floor, stiletto points vibrating the bottoms of one’s heels. Doors of any kind feeling overwhelmingly loud—car doors, elevator doors, the door to an apartment. All of them slammed with an intensity that shook the shoulders and rattled one’s abdominal core. The rubber bottoms of chairs felt like miniature foghorns in the hands, thrumming with a deep yet halfway inaudible pulse, adding to the terseness of an already painful situation. Such is exactly what followed (Reader) through Romano's apartment, all the way to awkwardly sitting down at
Unification - Chapter 1 [APH Prussia]-1863-
The winter air was crisp and cold, but Prussia felt warmth in his chest that made him quite immune to the frigid weather. He would never tire of the sight of Berlin on the horizon when he was coming home.
For so long, the reason he would be riding into his capital was that he was returning from war. But now, in the relative peace that had followed in the decade since the collapse of the so called “Spring of the Peoples”, there had been little reason for him to ride out in full array. Nor was he in a position where anyone would dare to cross him without risking a response from more than one Great Power. For the first time in his long life, Prussia was not waiting for Europe to combust into war.
It was interesting, he mused to himself, that the fervor that could burn brightly in spring could be so sedate in winter. He would be a fool to think, though he had been able to scatter the revolutionaries to the wind, that the sentiment was gone. He had made his peace with the
Germany's Demons5th June 2014
Since he was the only Axis Power that could, Japan had been chosen to drive that day, as it was one of those days where Germany might space out and Italy couldn't be trusted. (put it this way; even in Italian, he didn't know the words "speed limit".)
"This is just like old times vee~" Italy crooned from the back seat, his current memories of 70 years ago being ones of friendly nostalgia.
"Oh really?" Germany's eyes prickled.
"We weren't driving to France 70 years ago," Japan sensed that things might snap and quickly turned on the radio.
It seemed that Japan's aim may have succeeded-all 3 of them couldn't help but join in singing Let It Go in their respective languages. Then another song came on.
When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold
Japan was now concentrating on the road and Italy was now resting his eyes. Germany, riding shotgun, however, was letting his eyes drift across the blurring landscape as th
Fem!GermanyX2p!Italy Closer (9)Jogging was one of the few hobbies that Monika had time for. Running in the open air helped her clear her mind and find solutions to her problems that only stressed her out when she had to face them at her desk. It was almost the only time she could be alone with her thoughts and sort them, and she could temporarily feel at ease as well, every time after she finished stretching after her jog.
Clouds covered the sky that afternoon but she simply decided to ignore it, they said nothing about rain in the weather forecast earlier that day. She took the streets in her black sweatpants and hoodie and ran, towards the peace of mind she was always looking for. But this time heavens weren't supportive of her carrying out her plans, a sudden downpour prevented her from going all the way on her usual route.
She turned around halfway in her jog and rushed back towards her house, her clothes getting drenched in a minute. The last thing she wanted was catching a cold. She yanked the door open to get
Fem!Italy Fem!Germany - Affection (8)"Italia, you're drooling on me." Monika mumbled softly and tried to pull her arm out of Felicia's hold but she quickly held it tighter to her chest and turned her head to press her forehead against Moni's shoulder.
"No, I'm not," she answered sleepily.
"Now you're not but I've got your saliva on my arm." Monika sighed, feeling somewhat frustrated about it but too tired to get mad because of something like this. She didn't sleep well at all. Felicia's bed was as uncomfortable as it could be and they could barely fit on it together.
"It's okay." Ita yawned long and stretched her legs then slid one of them between Monika's legs, tangling them to keep her close to herself.
"To you, maybe," Monika thought but not wanting to say it aloud, she just let it go and stared at the ceiling. So that was how Ita's men probably felt like after a pleasant night.
Except their last one was anything but pleasant. Just when she was preparing to get into bed, exhausted after coming home from the gym, Italia
Bacterial Contamination Prologue - Chapter 55 days later.
Francis woke up with a smile on his face, despite having a slight nausea. He gulped down a handful of pills along with his hot chocolate and went knocking on Arthur's door, holding a basket of pastries.
_"Mr Kirkland? Are you awake yet?"
A groan answered and the door creaked open. Arthur's sleepy head passed through the crack and he blinked his eyes wide open at the pastries.
_"God bless the French. And Croissants." he stuttered, stomach growling like a furious beast.
_"May I come in?" Francis asked.
He put the basket of little pastries on the table, and poured himself a cup of tea, Arthur silently engulfing the treats along with his coffee. How he'd missed the delicious cooking of the man lately (not that he was ever going to admit it though). Francis chuckled at Arthur and the latter gazed at him with eyebrows furrowed.
_"You know, there's a word for that in french."
_"I beg your pardon?" Arthur mumbled, chewing half of a cake.
Crossover: Attack on HetaliaSome funny and cool Hetalia x Attack on Titan Crossover I found. XD
Hetalia x attack on titan!
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