(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
Warning:‘Lime’ content— beware
You looked up at the poster. It was still a little crooked, but it would have to do.
You’d just finished putting up your newest poster of your favorite band, Bad Touch. It had all three members on it—Prussia, France, and Spain, looking as great as they always did.
They were currently your obsession. But not just you; they had fangirls all over the world. They were a national phenomenon. Starting out in Europe, they quickly became the world’s most famous boy band.
Lately, Bad Touch was all you ever thought about. Usually you didn’t obsess over boy bands, but this was an exception.
Since your family didn’t have a lot of money, you couldn’t afford to go to concerts or even buy much of their merchandise. But you did spend all of your allowance on magazines. Mostly just to rip out the Bad Touch posters and put them up on y
“Of course!” you nodded and stood ready to run
“When I say go, I’ll release him, ok? His horns aren’t sharp at all so he can’t hurt you too much.” Antonio called as he gripped the latch to the bull’s pen.
“Gotcha….” You took a few deep breaths and shook your arms to get you pumped.
“GO!!” Antonio yelled and you began sprinting as his bull’s hooves stomped behind you. You ran as the large bovine charged after you hot on your tail.
You dashed across the maze-like trail Antonio set up for you as practice. The bull grunted as he spotted you as he raced around a corner. Antonio
He looked over at you, and grinned. Bastard. His breathing was hard, but he obviously wasn't nearly as tired out from the exhausting dance the both of you had been working on for the last 240 minutes.
"Here." Spain said cheekily, offering you a water bottle. "Have a drink".You caught your breath. The light caught his hair making it shine. His cheeks were flushed, and his long, drool worthy body stretched out elegantly. You'd seen that same body dance, and shivered at the thought.
Reminding yourself to come back down to earth, you snatched it, and drank the entire thing down in one gulp. Spain looked impressed.
"Wow, your freaky good at swallowing things." he said. You didn't know whether to faint or face palm. Was he trying to be dirty, or were you just reading it wro
"Hey! Spain! Get over here!" Alfred yelled again, this time Antonio looked over and saw the bull horn in his hands and you blushing like crazy. He smiled and walked over to you, a warm smile across his face.
"Hola chica. I see you chose me huh?" He said, taking your hand and leading you to the closet. You were a little nervous, what with him being known as part of the bad touch trio.
"Anything you want to do then chica?" You heard him ask. It was only then that you noticed you were in the dark of the closet, Antonio's hands gently on your waist. You blushed even darker, stuttering. You really didn't know what to do.
"Y-You can start...but...Te amo...." You said, closin
Here is another girl confessing her love to Antonio Fernández Carriedo, who is just about your best friend. And it probably doesn't help that he is, like, one of the most popular guys in school, and it's probably because of how he is Spanish, how optimistic he is, and how he happens to have just about the cutest butt out of all the guys in the whole entire school.
Yep. That last reason is definitely a reason.
And the poor girl is probably going to get rejected but she is going to cry for about two days and then return to say that it's okay, she understands. And she hopes to at least be friends.
And he'll smile and say yes.
Happens every time.
"H-hey, Antonio?" she asks softly, holding her hands gently. She is about three shades darker than the tomato Antonio holds in his hand, the one only seconds ago, he was about to eat. And then she interrupted his daily practice. "Antonio, you should know that I I love you!" She holds out a brown paper bag from the marke
"Well, this is your party, mon ami," chided his best friend Francis. "We should do something entertaining."
"Oh! I know!" said Gilbert's other best friend, Antonio. "Let's play Hide-and-Seek!"
"Good idea!" Gilbert climbed onto a tabletop. "Everybody! I've got a cure for all of your boredom! We'll play Hide-and-Seek!"
_____, hearing her friend's announcement, put down her drink and smiled. "That sounds like fun!"
"Seriously?" said her boyfriend, Ludwig, with a raised eyebrow. "Games are for kleine Kinder."
"C'mon, Luddy!" _____ took his hand, making him blush. "We all need to take time to play. Loosen up!"
Ludwig sighed. He could never say no to her. "Alright, schatz. I'll play one game."
_____ pumped her fist in the air. "Yes! Hey, Gil! Luddy and I'll play!"
"Awesome! Alright, peeps! You go hide! Toni, Francis, and I'll be it! Go!" And with that, the Bad Touch Trio turned around, covered their eyes
They call you stupid, worthless, tell you you're not worth it
With a sigh [Name] closed her locker, closing her eyes tightly. It was the fourth week of school, yet she found herself praying for things to change already.
“Suck it up, you can do it.” She muttered trying to force some confidence into her soul.
“Who are you talking to?” She flinched hearing that mocking voice.
“Are you, like, crazy or something?” She turned to see a small group of predators staring her down with lip-glossed smirks and accusing glares. Her tormentors.
“She’s disgusting to look at; I think I am going to throw up.” A girl said, pretend to gag. [Name] turned on her heels, ducking her head and walking away as fast as she could. As she stumbled into her language class she dared to look up only to make eye contact with the owner of a pair of bright green eyes, she flinched but he only smiled warmly at her
"I don't know America, this sounds like a bad idea to me..." England lets out a deep sigh. "Some people don't know how to control themselves you know."
"Oh hush you, I think it's wonderful, who wouldn't want to be in a dark cramped closet with a beautiful girl? On hon hon hon!" France blows a kiss your way.
"You see what I'm saying, France already has something perverted on the brain. God only knows what he'll do to what every poor girl gets stuck with him." England shot a pissed off look at France.
America began collecting items from everyone. "Shut up England, no one has to control themselves, that's the point. I
"_______!" he piped in his Spanish accent. "How've you been?" He tipped his wide-brimmed hat, making you giggle.
"Just fine, Toni. Even better now that you're here!" You had moved in a couple years back, and had started gardening as a hobby. Growing tomatoes was hard at first, but Antonio seemed to arrive at just the right moment to lend a hand. Things were much easier now than when you started out. Not to mention the tomatoes added a nice little income in addition to your part-time job, which made it all the easier to get food on the table.
"Ah, bien, bien!" he crowed, smiling cheerfully as always. He got down on one knee. "And how is the little tomate?"
The seven-year-old boy had been clinging to you ever since Antonio arrived, and now his amber eyes glowered at him from behind dark brown bangs. "Get out of my house, you son of a
"Hey, Antonio, can I ask you a question?" you said, looking up at your husband of three years. You were sitting on a couch with your head in his lap, watching television.
"Hm? Sure, __________! Ask away~!" he replied, flashing you his signature smile.
You let out a small giggle. He was adorable.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" he brushed a strand of (h/l) (h/c) hair away from your face, and stroked your cheek.
"Of course I do," he said, with a soothing tone in his voice.
"It went like this:"
You were sitting in a warm lodge style café, searching through your large (f/c) messenger bag.
"Ugh! Where did I put the apartment address ." You mumbled, as your eyebrows pulled together in concer
The cool evening air hung upon ____'s shoulders. She shivered, but continued to press forward, her sneakers gently tapping on the the sidewalk. Normally, she would avoid parties, her boyfriend typically didn't want to have anything to do with them. She could still remember how much he spited her party attitude. Honestly, it was innocent - she liked seeing her friends drunk. That was all she liked about them. Now that she and her boyfriend were broken up - she could go to all the parties, since she knew he wasn't going to be there. Fortunately, Alfred had actually invited her to his New Years' Party. They didn't really talk much at school, but they surely were friends. He was aware of what had happened too.
That was good. No ex problems tonight.
____ approached the door of Alfred's hose. She gently rapped on it, holding her wrist tightly in her hand. Within the minute, the door had op
As your friend said that, you fell on your back on the watery soil. Not really caring about your state.
Why did you? Simple, too tired. And it was not some time of the night, it was 7 o’clock in the morning.
How did you manage to end like this? Lack of sleep? Oh, no no. That night you slept soundly.
It was simply fault of that friend of yours, that cheery, life-is-beautiful, the-sun-is-high, tomato-lover Antonio.
All the junctures of your body were terribly screaming in pain, for standing up too much in one shot. Bringing a hand in your hair, you removed them from your face as the almost burning sun caressed your skin, and the sweat that covered your body.
Picking up tomatoes surely was funny, when you were with him. But hey, after some kilometers the body needs to rest! You were even wondering HOW he managed to do all of this all the mornings.
You closed your e
Antonio’s ears perked up as he ran towards the cat door and came inside.
“Here you go” you set his bowl down as he rubbed against your leg in gratitude.
The phone ringing snapped you out of your thoughts. You quickly rushed to pick it up. Sadly, you were not fast enough and the machine got it.
“Hey (y/n), listen, I wanted to call you to tell you things aren’t working out between us. I’ve started seeing another girl. I think its time you do the same. I hope you find someone great. Bye” that was your boyfriend (random guy's name), who had dated you for two years and who had dumped you over the phone!
You stood frozen as tears spilled from your (e/c) eyes. You collapsed onto the floor and began sobbing. You had a history of men breaking your heart. You had thought he was the one, and that he woul