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"I think I'll pick . . . Russia." You looked around to see any movement however, you did feel as though someone were behind you. So, you turned around to see the red eyes of the tall Russian man in front of you. Even though this Russia was similar to the 1p!Russia you knew, however he was more quiet and very violent. Which then caused you to maybe rethink your choice. But, you then noticed a pair of hands on your shoulders. The two of you then exited the house and began to walk into the destination your date was taking you. It was very quiet on the whole walk to where . . . where ever the two of you were going. The silence was making you fe

“Baaaaahhhhgggggg” You said as you slowly sat up from where you were laying. Fluttering open your eyes, you found that you woke up in a small clearing surrounded by deciduous trees. ‘How the heck did I end up here?’ Then it hit you. You were looking at the old mirror in your home when all of a sudden you see the reflection of America. And when you tried to touch him, you fell into a pit of darkness. “But if I fell into a dark pit then… h-how did I get here?” “I’m not sure, dudette! But don’t worry! The Hero shall help you!” you turned your head to the left to find the ch

Reader x Chibi!England – A Bond Unbroken “Vell (Name)?  Vhat do jou vant to do?” You give Germany a weary look before your eyes scan the room.  You lock eyes with everyone, including England, Germany, and the rest.  Maybe you should just let them pick who you would be staying with.  They knew more about each other than you technically did right?  After all you only saw how they acted in the anime, not in their real lives. Rustling could be heard from England as you saw him digging through his pockets, but you paid no mind to it.  You did however notice the look Norway was giving England.  The normally stoic man had a look

You stepped through door number 12 and into a vast Zen garden, disrupting its sands as you shuffled around trying to locate where you were. As your eyes assessed the landscape you found it to be quite serine, and a little exotic. Finally summing everything up from the Zen garden to the dojo like house you guessed wherever you were had a lot of Japanese influence. You started to walk toward the house when you heard a rustling behind you “Who goes there!” you heard a Japanese accented voice shout out, turning around you saw a male with chocolate brown eyes and a katana who was running right at you. “Um sir I’m sorry f

 ‘Run’ you told yourself. ‘Just run.’ You had been running for you don’t know how long. You had a gash in you right temple that bled as you held your hand on it. You look behind you as you are sure the men are still chasing you. The snow below your feet made it easier to track you especially when you took a fall and blood fell on the white surface. You couldn’t feel your legs being you had been running so long in the cold. You run across an icy bridge and as your foot slips you feel yourself falling as you land on the frozen water below blacking out. -Time Skip- Your (e/c) eyes flutter open as you reg

Allies X Baby Country Reader (England’s Ending!) ~kittydividerplz (https://www.deviantart.com/kittydividerplz):iconkittydivider2plz::iconkittydivider3plz::iconkittydivider4plz::iconkittydividerrbow2plz: Everyone gasped in surprise when little (c/n) began to crawl towards Britain. He stared down at her with disbelief that she actually chose him. A small smile formed on the Englishman’s face as he bent down and scooped up the young country into his arms. She looked up at her new big brother and a silly cute smile appeared on the baby’s face. It warmed his heart seeing her adorable smile. “Hi there, love.” He whispered softy to her. Blinking a couple

    "What are you on about now Prussia?" you heard your papa ask, and you immediately could feel the blood rush to your face from blushing.    Prussia was here? You asked yourself. What could he be doing here? Growing up, your papa France had always been adamant on you calling Prussia either Uncle Prussia, or Uncle Gilbert. With Uncle Spain this had never felt like a weird request, but with Prussia it never felt right calling him uncle. Until recently it had never dawned on you why it didn't feel right, but after hearing Prussia talk about his wild night out with some woman, it all made sense. You had fallen for the loud, albino Prussian who

CLANK The sound of metal hitting the floor brought you back to reality. You felt your head dizzy, you didn't remember what had happened in the last few minutes. It's like everything went black and that sound woke you up. You looked around you... it's your house, in the kitchen. You tried to recall what had you been doing earlier, but nothing came to mind. As you breathed heavily, something reeked of iron. It was so strong you covered your nose with your hand. When you did, you felt something wet and sticky from your hand. What is it? you thought. You uncovered your nose and you were really shocked when you turned your gaze toward the palm of

“I don’t think it’s normal… for me to like a human this much.” Warning for angst and mature themes. In the comforts of darkness, you were somewhere between asleep and awake. Without quite opening your eyes, you knew you were lying on your back. Fluttering your eyelids open would reveal a moon-lit bedroom ceiling. Fluffy covers and pillows were surrounding you in a heap as usual; you could feel their presence. However, you could sense something else lying beside you. Something that didn’t come in the form of pillows or blankets. It was something that felt unnatural yet familiar. Slowly, you blinked your

You sat at the window sill looking out into the night. A gentle breeze blew into the room, lifting up curtains and swaying them about. You sighed, closing your eyes at the nice sensation. You leaned against the frame of the window, when you felt a hand on yours. You opened your eyes to meet dull blue eyes. You smiled softly at Norway, a bit surprised to suddenly see him there. He leaned forward and whispered into your ear. "Come with me..." He pulled away and completely incased your hand with his own. Expecting to follow him out of the bedroom, he instead turned and began to make his way down the side of the house, using the ivy there. It

You pressed your lips onto his, as he held your face. You both parted and the German man sighed, brushing your hair back behind your ear. "You won't be gone long, will you?" You asked, glancing at the band around his arm. The white swastika contrasted against the dark clothes. "I can't say for sure. But I promise, I'll be back by the end of the week." Ludwig released his hands from you and stepped back. "Ich liebe dich." "Ich liebe dich." You smiled sadly and watched him turn and walk down to the sidewalk, turning to head to the capital. You sighed, brushing your skirt down. You couldn't help but feel worried. ~You must remember this A k

Back in the early age of 1600's pirates roamed the seven seas.... Taking what they wanted.... When they wanted.... In your small village they were always a threat. They came in took what they wanted and left. And when they came you had been taught to run and hide. But, there was only was who came on schedule always arriving once every six months. His name you ask? Captain Kirkland. "______! _______!" screamed a voice shaking you from your sleep. You lazily sat up in bed sleepily demanding what was wrong. You sat up to see your best friend staring at you wide-eyed breathing deeply. "Wait, how did you get in my hou-" you started questioned

Pairing: Stefano Valentini x Reader/Female Protagonist (18+) Rating: Mature (M) Warnings: Alcohol consumption Notes: Author’s Notes will be included at the end of each chapter to provide insight to certain topics, events, and ideals. Warnings will be chapter-specific, and will be included at the beginning of each chapter. Current Time: November, 2015 =2= “…no matter how much one takes in this most recent work of – should I dare call it such – art, the vision of it is nothing short of dull, incomprehensibly bland, and incredibly awkward to look at. Despite the populous continuously declaring his artistic vis

-Age 8- There was another blizzard, (name) was in a fettle position under the covers, she was trying to stay warm and overcome this nightmare. Blood was everywhere, her family had fought for her but they all died anyway, she ran bare foot in in her pajamas running to find anyone of her family that was still alive but everyone was dead. America, Prussia, England, Romania, Turkey, Sealand, everyone was dead. She ran faster to get away from the dead bodies, the further she got the worst it became, she started to see dead bodies of The Nordics, she stopped when she saw Sweden move a little, she ran straight for him, he looked up and reached his

Notes: -- FINALLY! The ending we've all been waiting for! 8D Or at least I have… I really hope you all have enjoyed the series so far! ^^ And I hope you're also looking forward to more of my 2P!Hetalia reader inserts! ^^ I'm currently working on a 2P!Spain, and have a 2P!Russia in the process of thought. and I'm still working on my WWYC series xD Warnings: SUPER FLUFFINESS AHEAD! D: And 2P!Germany's language. Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or You* -- You looked up to see ruby red eyes in the middle of a soft skinned face with a long scar off to the left and a nearly black bruise on the right side, with a bit of blood trickling fro

Why can't anything interesting happen to me? This one sentence was a common thought in your head. Every day you wondered why your life was so boring. Why you couldn't live in a world where something was always happening. You didn't even care what. You just wanted something to happen. You headed home from your part-time job with these thoughts running through your mind. You barely paid attention to them anymore because, honestly, what was the use. Things wouldn't ever change. They hadn't in the entire time you'd been alive. Same dull routines, only slightly changed by where and how old you were. Sighing lightly at this old revelation, you e

A disappointed sigh left you as you walked out of the local animal shelter empty-handed for the third time in a month. A little over a month ago you’d decided to get a pet and settled on getting a dog. But pet stores were so expensive and it would be more rewarding to take home an animal that needed a second chance. So ever since you’d made the decision, you’d been stopping in the shelters in your area in the hopes of finding a companion. But as cute as many of the dogs were, you couldn’t connect with any of them. None of them had managed to take your heart hostage, and that’s kinda what you were hoping for, as s

You pulled a scale out of the bag and stared at it. "Umm...Who is this?!" Alfred yelled, taking the scale from you and holding it up for everyone to see. You wondered who it was. Not Alfie, none of the asian countries... "That. Would be me~" A sleek voice said. You turned round and saw who you thought was Arthur. But there was something different about him. Instead of a dull emerald, it was a vivid, elven green. Small scales rimmed his eyes and small fangs were in place instead of his canines. A naga. No way. But he didn't have the lower half of a snake. Maybe he was more human than snake then. He was wearing brown trousers and smart lookin

"And if you take in an animal don't just take in one because they deserve to have friends!" "Um big brother?.." "Also don't talk to strangers!They might try to persuade you with sweets and such.." "Big..brother..." "Also if you don't know what to do you can always ask me.." "Big brother!" "For god sakes Liechtenstein!What is it now?"Switzerland said,turning away from his chalkboard to face his younger sister. "Theres a girl over there.."Liechtenstein said,pointing to a person lying on the ground a few feet away from where the two of them were.Switzerland looked in the direction his sister was pointing at and jumped a little when he saw

“I wish Al was real…” I sighed thinking of the American bad boy with dark auburn hair.  “The 2p! one that is so don’t screw up my wish star!” I glared at it as the bright object flew out of sight. I hoped and wished, crossed my fingers that this would be real. That it would come true. I seriously doubted it would though and dragged my sorry behind home slowly. I sluggishly crawled into my bed, falling asleep slowly. -The Next morning-  I shot up in my bed at the sound of something kicking at my door. I quivered, scared to investigate. “Damn, a college student? She better not be a smart-ass…&r

You chose the Edelstein!      You were in a room, a room where you express yourself through this magnificent instrument. Your hands gently pressed the keys as notes and melodious tunes echo the room. You love music, your family adores music. Your father taught you to play the piano when you first heard him play it. It was beautiful, like it was magic. You play the piano for fun and expressing yourself, it wasn't for fame nor fortune. As time passed, someone knocked at your door. You stopped playing, "Come in" the knobs turned and the door opened, you saw your beautiful mother. She was a loving and caring mother. Though don't get her pissed

(wow i haven't written a chapter for this in a while. I know almost nothing about this character it was a request so sorry the reader is crazy......yeah there is swearing.) So you click it......nothing happens not even a your computer has detected a virus pop up. "Weird" You have decided that you have seen enough anime for the day so you go to bed.                                                               ~Timeskip~ You are woken up by a loud crashing noise. "What the shit was that? If I get stabbed by a bitch because I forgot to lock the door I am going to be angry." You carefully in ninja mode sneak out your room. You see a man who st

3rd POV: Two men walked in. Well, one skipped and the other was dragged. They both caught ______'s attention really quickly, along with the rest of the children. They were just so... So different from eachother. On one hand, one of them was louder and seemed to be out-going, while the other seemed to be quiet and more introverted. The louder one, who was currently throwing the other man into a seat, had shaggy brown hair and strange eyebrows. His jagged bangs almost reached his warm, brown eyes, reminding _______ of sparkling gems. The other man, who sat patiently in his chair, was quite the opposite. He had medium length, platinum colore

WARNING; Swearing is involved - but its a 2P story, so I doubt many are surprised. Something brushed over your hands, something that felt light and soft… Grasping it, you pulled out the object, to revel a light pink scarf. It was cool to the touch and felt slightly like water. “Huh? Poland, is this you?” England asked. Poland’s eyes narrowed. “Like, no way. That’s made of, like, silk, and I soo don’t do silk. Makes my neck like really itchy.” He dismissed. “So, who’s…” “AHH! THE ADORABLE RAGAZZA IS-A MINE!” A white flash suddenly scooped your from Engl

I saw a man coming for the door. He was tall with a black coat, red eyes, dark blonde hair and a grey scarf was around his neck. He pushed me to the side and walked out to the snow covered mountain. I’m not sure what possessed me but I ran out after him. When the man got on the lift I got on with him with my board. “You know its not nice to push people.” I growled. He raised an eyebrow at me and shrugged. “Hey! I’m talking to you.” I insisted. “I know.” Was all he said. I glared at him the whole ride. “It’s not polite to stare.” “You pushed me first.” He chuckled

2P!France At lunch, you’re sitting alone in the corner of the cafeteria, reading and re-reading the note.  Each time you did sent shivers down your spine.  Who wrote this?  Why?  Was this guy telling the truth or was this a prank? “Oi, you got a love letter!?” an obnoxious voice laughs from behind you.  You look behind you to see a recognizable trio; Prussia, Spain, and France. “No, it’s not a love letter, Prussia,” you say bluntly, “It’s a Stalker letter.” “Lemme see!” Prussia yanks the letter out of your hands and proceeds to read it. “Mein Gott!” he exclaim

America X Child!Reader - Butterfly "Hey little dudette, you alright?" The little girl looked up to see a blonde haired man with baby blue eyes. He had a strange cowlick and wire-rimmed glasses. He was slightly smiling, his eyes dancing with curiosity. He was wearing a bomber jacket with a star on it. He had a childish feel about him that the little girl seemed to trust, so she told him the truth. "No. I'm not..." She said, looking the man in the eyes.  "I'm cold, alone and starving..." She added. The man took off his bomber jacket and put it around the girl then he picked her up, holding her close to him. The girl looked at him with a face

“…England!” England looked at you with a charming smile on his face, his hands behind his back, hiding whatever he was holding. A small blush had adorned his cheeks but really, who noticed? Not you. “Hello love. Mind if I come in?” England asked, his delicious English accent sending goose bumps onto your skin. You flushed a little but smiled. “Of course not! Please, come in!” you said, moving out of the way so he could enter. England smiled gratefully at you before walking into your home. Even if he had been round your house a couple of times, it still was nice to ask before entering your livi

You turn around to find China, other wise known as Wang Yao standing in front of you. "Nǐ hǎo, my name is Yao, would you like some Chinese tasty treats?" China asks with a smile as he holds out a basket filled with a verity of different treats. "Hi, I'm [Name] and sure. I would love some!" you say taking some of the treats that he offered "Thank you China~!" "Aya! You know about us being countries?!" China asks surprised and you nod. "Yep, all of you are just in an anime in my world." you say eating some of the treats you got. "Show me proof aru!" China demands. "Okay, I will." you say then pull out your laptop and start up th

You heard a knock of your door and you opened it to show...your friend Ludwig. "Hey Ludwig, how are you?" You ask slightly curious on why he was now in your room but you just smiled. "Hallo [Name], I'm good..." Ludwig says smiling slightly, you where the only one (besides Feli) he smiled around but seeing you wear the dog tags he had given you made him even more happy. "Ludwig...you don't sound too sure of yourself...are you sure? If there is anything bothering you, you know you can talk to me about it, right?" you ask concerned. You wouldn't deny it you had fallen for the blonde German in the early years of Middle school but where always

 I sighed, knowing that since I was in this predicament I would just have to make the best of it. After a moment of thought, I sighed again and recited my chosen number. “Ten.” There were a few “Aw”s from the group before I turned around to see. All of them seemed to have a disappointed look on their faces––except one. He stood on one end of the line, his dark caramel-brown eyes widening and a light pink dusting his cheeks. I saw that his fists were clenched, as if to restrain himself from doing anything rash. Gilbert walked toward me, wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and faced the group. “A

“Let’s play spin the bottle!” The first thing you thought was: ‘oh God no’ they would all agree and the world would end before your very eyes. France and England first, then Russia, and lastly Japan. But to your surprise Francis’ suggestion was met with dissonance “No! Not on Christmas” “Yeah let’s just open presents now” You sighed with relief and relaxed next to your boyfriend of three years, Tino. “But whose presents should we open first?” Alfred piped up staring at a huge package with his name on it. “How about, we set the presents up in a circle an

 Singed Sadik Adnan So it was the mysterious man from Turkey. You had never seen Sadik without his white mask on and you had to say you were quite intrigued. What was under there? Scars? Really bad acne? You wanted to know what he was hiding, and all of the mystery was one reason you had fallen for the guy. He had the most interesting accent of all the countries and the most beautiful olive eyes. His dark brown hair had a little slit curl at the bottom that always tempted you to pull it, something you would have to be very close to the man to do. He had been a good friend of yours since childhood but you had started to want more in your te

Hetaliaxreader The new Island Germany's ending You looked into Germany's eyes and said "Would you have the honour to sign?" You decided to chose Germany. He was a strong and peaceful country (not to mention that he trains a lot). He also seemed to be very polite. Not like that fake gentleman role that England has. "Ja sure" Germany smiled blushing by that you chosed him and not one of the other countries. He signed the contract with his pencil. "Ve I am glad for you captain you will be the best suited for her" italy said "Wirr you have time for her? i know how busy you are about EU" Japan said "I vill give it a try" Germany said "If you

Intro ...Romano. “Feli, don’t these tomatoes belong to Romano? I don’t think we sh–” “Nonsense, _____! I’m sure fratello won’t mind if we use his tomatoes in the pasta sauce, ve~” “Are you sure? I mean, Romano really likes tomatoes…” “I’m more than sure! Now c’mon, we need to go look for a pot to boil our pasta noodles in. I forgot where I left it… I think it’s in the basement, ve…” “The basement?” “Si! Pasta can be cooked anywhere, _____! Now come with me, our basement is dark and I don’t want to go

The mix of colours swirling around me dissolved into a dark purple, all the space surrounding me was dark purple and, even though I felt as if I was standing on some kind of floor or platform, my eyes were not so sure about that assumption. Then, all of a sudden, bright yellow letters materialized right in front of my eyes, the colour contrast was ofuscating but I managed to read the words before they disappeared: 'A life for a life...' "What?" I demanded, squinting my eyes. The possible meaning of the words scared me, so I turned around and walked away but, interrupting my escape, another set of words appeared, this time they were pure white

Iceland x Reader LOVERS Game It was Emil. At the sight at Emil you already found your true love. Tino already knows for the first time you looked at Emil he saw your blush and he was giggling. You told him to keep it and not to tell it to anyone which he promised to. You were on your feet to go to the five brothers' house. Tino had called you earlier to go to his house and want to go shopping with you. You rode a taxi going to Tino's house. After ten minutes you arrived at the house or as we call it mansion. You arrived at the doorstep when you heard yelling and crashing. You quickly opened the door to see what was happening. There in the l

England opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. “Spit it out it out already Eyebrows,” France demanded. England glared at him, then reread the letter. “Well… uh… Miss. (Name). It seems you don’t have any kin what-so-ever,” the air caught in her throat. Her boss. The man she trusted most. Had lied to her. The room was uncomfortably quite. It was the silence that reminded (Name) of her homeland just after a fire. China slowly rocked her in his arms, in an attempt to sooth her.    “I’ll take care of her,” a female voice finally spoke up. A woman with short silvery hair and ext

July 22nd 1866 You pushed the button that was labeled "1866" and was transported to the very middle of a battlefield. You could heard the clamor of horse's hooves as they sprinted across the field, some carrying their masters to their deaths. You could hear the screams of pain as the very lives of men were ripped away from them in a cruel twist of fate. Quickly, you ran and hid behind a large group of bushes, hoping you wouldn't be found. Your luck ran out too fast though. A soldier dressed in silver armor charged at you with his sword. You accessed the situation, coming to the conclusion that you wouldn't be able to escape unscathed. So, yo

 “Gil! What the hell are you doing?!” “You’ll thank me later, Frau!” he said, the smirk on his face evident in his voice, as he carried me over his shoulder up the stairs in his house. He reached the top and went into a room where Antonio and Francis were waiting. The two were sitting on a footlocker, and I could have sworn I heard muffled obscenities come from it. “Ready?” the albino asked. The other two nodded, and positioned themselves to get off and open the footlocker. Gilbert took me closer to it and threw me inside the split second they opened the lid. When I was fully inside, they immedi