Warning: violence and swearing in this chapter. Can’t handle, don’t read.
(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 calle
Warning: Russia's Vodka.
“Go ahead und choose, (Y/n).”
You gave the blonde man a shy look, digging your hand down to the left a bit but keeping it on the top of the bag, and grabbing onto what you thought was the stem of a flower you often loved to watch grow outside your house. And it was: a sunflower!
“Dat is my sunflower.”
Arthur froze above you, as did most countries, as a tall man with platinum blonde/white hair stood from several seats down...You noticed another man that had been beneath him, who immediately got up to move seats. The tall man gave you a child-like smile and walked over.
The entire room