“Is this going to hurt?” the man before you asked, observing you as you heated up the electrode plates with your breath before sticking them to the sides of his head.
You smiled, looking into his clear blue eyes that stared at you in anticipation. “Not at all,” you reassured him. “I’m only going to check your brainwaves. See how you respond to some of these words,” you said, showing him a long list of Russian code words you had found and which had been frequently used during the Cold War by Russian spies and soldiers.
“What if they’re the right words?” he swallowed hard, letting his eyes shift over your face. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Don’t worry, Bucky. That’s what we wa
(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
Russicat padded through the snow through town. He watched as the snow fell from the sky. Wind blew causing it to feel colder. Russicat was walking down the ally way when he heard a faint mew. Russicat went over to the wet cardboard box to find small kitten. It looked no more then a few days old. Russicat stared at the small filthy kitten. He noticed that the kitten was extremely thin, in fact too thin
Then there was a swift knock at the door. Russia looked up from the paper and saw Lithuania going to answer the continuous knocking. With a child like smile growing on his face, Russia stood up and picked up his blood stained water pipe, "I'll get it Lithuania."
Lithuania saw the pipe and prayed for whoever was at the door, "Yes sir." He turned around and briskly walked back the other way to finish his chores.
Russia swung his pipe over his shoulder, his smile growing wider as he walked to the door. This was always fun. The expressions of whoever was at the door when they saw his pipe was hilarious.
Though when he opened the door, it was him who was surprised.
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
[Name] smiled softly at the little note. Every time she would go to one of the World Summit meetings, a little piece of paper would be sitting on the table in front of her seat. She now had a small handful of said messages, ranging from 'Your beauty makes the morning sun look like the dull glimmer of the moon' to 'If beauty were time, you'd be an eternity'. The only problem was that the author of such sweet words never wrote his name.
I wonder who it is... [Name] pondered, as she looked around the clearly-packed room. Every nation had arrived by now, so it could have been anyone. There was Spain, flirting with one of the few female countries, a blond this time. Could it possibly be him? His bright green eyes shone against his tan skin, his shoulders shaking slightly as he laughed. Sure, Antonio was attractive enough, but he was a little...daft. Plus he was always with that crabby Italian,
"I'm coming," you said sprinting down the stairs to meet him. "Do I really have to go to this meeting big brother? I'm only a state after all," you said sighing.
Truth be told, you wanted to go to the meeting to see him, the guy who no one understood and who none of the allies really liked, but then again it meant you had to see Arthur (England) and you knew he would be in a bad mood again.
"Of course you do Alaska," he said calling you your state name, "now come on before we're late."
"When are we not late?" You asked laughing at your brother.
"When the hero, that'd be me, doesn't feel like making a grand entrance duh!" Alfred said grinning.
"Which is never," you said rolling your eyes as you both headed for the world meeting that was to be held in your other brother's country, Canada.
***Time skip to the meeting***
Well, as expected, Alfred and you arrived twenty minutes late to the world