“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
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(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
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
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You were freezing. The multiple layers of clothes you had on didn’t help keep you any warmer against the harsh Russian winds and your feet felt like slabs of concrete dragging in the thick snow. Ivan stood tall next to you unaffected by the cold, his usual childish smile spread across his pale lips as you both strolled along the side-walk on your journey home.
Dating Ivan sure had its pros and cons- having to live in Russia is a bit of both, you didn’t exactly hate the country just how cold it always was as you were prone to getting sick but at least Ivan was always there to nurse you back to health.
Speaking of said Russian, he’d been staring at you for quite a while now with them stunning violet eyes of his and it was starting
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.
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You hummed to yourself and skipped into the living room where you’re found your tall, handsome boyfriend more commonly as Ivan. Many people feared Ivan and being truthful so did you but you learnt to see past his sometimes dark demeanour and creepy aura and realised that his like a gentle giant, your gentle giant.
He was currently crouching down near the fireplace trying to light the fire and was oblivious to your presence, so smiling gently too yourself you tiptoed up to him and wrapped your arms loosely around his neck causing him to jump slightly and turn his head to glare at whoever it was. His lavender eyes softened and his glare died down into a cheerful glint that shone in his eyes, he leaned forwards and gently gave you a q
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"_-_______ got Ivan..." Alfred tailed off, giving you a sympathetic look. You held a sunflower petal in your hand, it looked freshly picked and still smelled of the flower. You watched Alfred step back a little as you heard him approaching. You turned round and smiled at the purple eyed man, your (e/c) eyes gleaming just as much. Even though he scared everyone witless, you kind of liked him. He was incredibly tall and you loved his child-like smile.
You were pulled out of your thoughts as he pulled you gently by the wrist to the closet, no-one being brave enough to walk you there. You saw the looks you were getting from the other countries and it was as if they all knew you were dead.
The door closed behind you and you looked up at Ivan. You saw him staring at you, but it wasn't scary at all.
"You didn't want to pick me did you?" He asked, bending down to your height. He took up a lot of the closet, purely with his height.
"A-Actually I don