I'm Ok~Hetalia x Reader Ch. 27A Dream or a Pervert?When You're Evil~Voltaire For the second time in recent days, (Y/N) found herself in a strange unknown place. This time she hadn’t been tied to a chair, but that didn’t mean that whoever brought her to this place didn’t have harmful intentions. Everything looked quite nice compared to the dark secret base of the 2p’s. In fact, it was the exact opposite. The place was almost painfully lit, the walls were white, the roof was a lot higher than need be, and the floor was a shiny white marble. The nice comfy bed that she had woke up on had golden fancy sheets. Columns lined the walls and were gilded with intricate golden designs. Various paintings depicting many unfamiliar and probably important events hung on the empty walls between the columns. It all seemed too fancy for a bedroom. (Y/N) moved to examine one of the paintings, yet she was stopped by a voice.
Terrible Things 2P!Prussia The beat of the monitor next to him was a normal occurrence for Gilian. When he was younger he always wished to die, and now he found he might finally get his wish. Sitting next to him was his son, he looked just like his mother in Gilian's eyes. (B/N) had been born to them 16 years ago and had grown into a fine young man, one who would be able to make it if Gilian got his wish. There was a time that he had a different wish, but that time had long passed with her. "I know you wonder about your mother, and why I never talk about her with you. But now I think I can finally tell you about the angel that gave her life for yours. By the time I was your age, I'd give anything to fall in love truly, was all I could think." he told (B/N) as he took his fathers hand. "That's when I met your mother, the girl of my dream the most beautiful woman, that I'd ever seen. She saved me from my demons with just her smile. Her love h
I'm Ok~Hetalia x Reader Ch. 26A Kidnapping?Secret~The Pierces (Y/N) awoke to find herself in poorly lit room. Confused as to where she was and why she was so uncomfortable, she attempted to get out of the chair that she had apparently painfully slept in. Unfortunately, she found that she was tied to the very same seat. Now, scared for her life, she struggled against the ropes. "Now, now, poppet. Calm down. You're not going to be hurt," a voice soothed. (Y/N) knew that voice. It belonged to the so-called psychotic baker that she met on the night of the party. She glared up from her wrists and sure enough, there stood the bright pink and baby blue man. She sat there realizing struggling was only a waste of energy. Fear coursed through her veins, yet she still tried to scare him off with her best try at an intimidating look. "We just want to talk. No worries," he tried again. "The old man's lyin'. If w