Hetalia Creepypasta Theory: France/FrancisHe lay in bed, too sick to even move. To even think. He was sure his fever had skyrocketed through the roof by now and his stomach hadn’t ceased churning since he woke up. All it left him to think of was all the agony in his life. His complete modesty was what shunned his ex-girlfriend away from him. Still, he wished it had stopped her from continuing to try deepening the relationship both of them knew was no longer there. He wished he could’ve stopped her.
Shortly after that he had lost his job and bills were beginning to pile up. As he was walking home that night, heartbroken and mentally disturbed, a woman came up and told him she had money. He promised himself he wouldn’t, but he threw himself out for her. That was how he was making money now. He had no other option. Now that he’d earned that reputation, nobody wanted to hire him for a real job, no matter how clean his resume seemed.
Finally his stomach lurched up again and he found himself rushing to the ba
The Interview: Eyeless Jack
Alan looks over the questions he received through his E-mail; After reviewing the questions, he presses the print button. Soon as the papers finish, he hears someone knock on the door to his office. "Sir! We have the interview room prepped." The guard reports, saluting as he steps in. "Good, So are we even sure this man-like creature can speak?" Alan asks, gathering the papers up.
"Yes, sir. The medical examination showed that he has vocal cords, and the ability of human speech." The guard explains, Alan nods. Alan the walks out towards the interview room."He's fully immobilized, correct? I don't want a repeat of the November incident Took forever to clean up that mess." Alan questions, lifting a eyebrow. "Yes, sir. I was also instructed to search your person,.. to make sure there is no mishaps." The guard says, both of them stopping next to the door.
Alan quickly goes through the pat down procedures, then removes any metal on him. Alan exhales, feeling pretty calm as turns the door kn
2P!Headcannon: England2P!England Headcannon
Very chipper and upbeat, very rarely showing his "dark" or "insane" side.
Quick to use voilence on any offender
Has gone insane from terminally being alone
His insanity is what keeps him terminally alone and drives people away from him.
Drugs reader-chan by using his cupcakes as a cameo.
Very good at baking sweets.
Strong when in a fist or knife fight.
Can be timid when things go wrong.
Reacts childishly when told to do something he does not wish to do, such as having temper tantrums or pitching a fit.
Drugs reader-chan in his/her sleep
Reason/Motive to drug people is because "They have more fun that way~!" or "There are a lot more smiles when people eat my 'special cupcakes.'"
Reasons to drug reader-chan
~Makes them "have more fun"
~Keeps them in a blissful state
~Reader-chan is blisfully ignorant of 2P!England's dreadful motives while on drugs.
Kills people that he is "done" or "through" with.
Dresses in bright shad
Jeff the Killer|Part 1A humid day in Maryland. Clouds blockade the sunlight from penetrating the Earth. Lightning strikes with fierce magnitude. Thunder belches so loud causing houses to quake. You sit under a cloak of blankets and kick up the music so loud the beats shake your walls. Three Days Grace has always made you feel so safe. But unfortunately for you, they can’t save you tonight.
You recently saw a video that your friend forced you to watch. A video that was so incredibly horrifying you haven’t slept in three days. A video that police have tried so desperately to take off of the internet. A video that’s killed many people and no one has survived. Now you it was your turn. Last night, word spread around school, that your friend was brutally murdered. The same friend that showed you the video. She was so confident that she’d survive, but to your dismay, she didn’t.
The video was a still frame of a long corridor in an abandoned mental asylum. Moonlight filtered through c
Adopted(2p England) Reader P.O.V.
When I walked in the smell of cupcakes and a hint of flour.In the chair sat a man who had a strange smile directed at Mrs. Trunchabull, she looked nervous. The man had strawberry hair and blue-pink eyes, he turned towards me and smiled.
"Hello you must be (y/n), right?" He asked getting out of the chair. I nodded, he walked towards me, then stopped when he reached me and looked down at me. I looked up at him, shyly wondering if he was going to be mean to me like the kids here. He gently smiled at me, he pulled me close to him. "Can I call you cupcake, cause you're so sweet" he says poking my cheek,I giggle and blush into his shirt. He picks me, rather gently and turns to Mrs. Trunchabull glaring. "Anything I need to do" he asked in a sickly, sweet voice.
"n-no-o" she says stuttering, Papa turns around with me in his arms, and walked out of the room. (mean girl's name) stared in wonder as I p