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Well, see, (Name) had been having a normal day… until somehow (by no fault of her own because that SO isn’t a lie) Austria got drunk. Okay, maybe it was her fault but she had ONLY challenged him to a drinking contest. Okay, so MAYBE you bribed him. “(Name)?” Austria hiccupped. “Yes?” You replied. “Why are you so pretty?” You blinked. You hadn’t expected that from the normally uptight man. “Um, Austria, I think you’re drunk. Why don’t you get to bed?” Austria hiccupped. “But (Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame), I’m not tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

You turned around and saw… An extremely attractive blond man with a cowlick. “Dudette, do y’wanna dance?” You immediately changed your mind, or maybe it was just the three drinks you already had. Let’s face it: You never knew. The man pulled you out onto the dance floor. “So, babe, what’s your name?” He asked as you danced together. “(Name),” you whispered. “Well, (Name), I’m Alfred, but you can call me Superman ‘cause I’m gonna be your- What’s that you said?” “I think that all of the lights are getting to me…” And it

Germany slammed the door shut. “NO! Open the door you bloody wanker! We need to talk!” Today was Valentine’s Day. And, due to a situation, Germany had a BIG problem on his hands. ~~Flashback~~ “Yo dudes! I have an awesome idea to put-“ “BLACK ZHEEP OF EUROPE!” “FRENCH BASTARD!” The world meeting was chaos. England and France were fighting. AGAIN. America was laying out a stupid plan, Italy was eating pasta (how did he even get that inside?) Russia was creeping on China and Japan just quietly read manga. Finally, Germany had enough. “ENOUGH!” Silence filled the meeting room-b

“Come on,” whined a black haired, green eyed, best friend. “Seriously (Name), this club will be really fun! I went last week and it was great!” “WHAT?” shouted the girl in question. “Bec, you blew the Pink Dream Teen Club off for a CLUB? I can’t believe you!” “Please?” “NO.” “But…I’ll…ummm…I’ll give you a library pass if you do!” “Fine.” “YAYYYYY!” Later that night, (Name) and Rebecca pulled up at this new club. “Um, Bec, I’m not sure that this is a good idea…” (Name) m

limerence "dammit, toni!" she exclaims while they run across the street. "i told you we'd get caught up in the rain!" he laughs sheepishly before ruffling his hair about, sending droplets of water flying everywhere. "lo siento en el alma." she lets out a sigh before sitting on the miraculously dry sidewalk bench, him standing beside her. "now then, what should we do?" cars whizz past them, the wind messing up their hair and clothes. the wind is nothing to complain about, though, when the two are stuck outdoors in an autumn storm, evidently drenched. he looks up at the grey sky. "frio, chica?" he asks, fumbling with his scarf. she looks

You also have a two-and-a-half year-old daughter, Emma. Just a heads up. ^__^ ~~~~~Part 1 ~~~~~“Thank you,” (Y/n) smiled at the mover, who grunted and tipped his hat in response. The moving team proceeded to leave, leaving her and her daughter, Emma, with the new house. A new beginning. “Mommy, inside?” The little girl tipped her head to look at her mother with big eyes. “In—Inside?” The child was two and a half, her vocabulary wasn’t too large. She forced a smile. “Of course!” The child grinned, racing inside. They had been inside the house while the movers were unloading, but

“Ow!” You winced and your hand automatically flew up to your neck, fingers prodding cautiously at a sore spot on your neck, just at the spot where it met your shoulder. This was getting ridiculous – the kink in your neck is one thing, but there’s a persistent ache in your lower back near your hips that has been flaring up lately, too. It’s what happens when you spend most of your days hunched over a desk. “You really could do with a massage,” your friend observed from her own desk, watching you as she tucked into her shop-bought sushi with a pair of tiny plastic chopsticks. “The last time I w

Title: Late at night Summary: You make me proud. Rating: E for Everyone Pairing: France (Hetalia) / Reader Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, just the plot. [A/N: Francis is just a sexually active cinnamon roll that needs to be protected at all cost. Enjoy!] - A knock on the door is heard but she elects to ignore it, flipping through the pages once more. Another knock comes. And another. And another. "I'm coming in, belle," she hears his soft voice. "I hope you don't mind." The door creaks open but her eyes remain glued on the textbook. The sound of it closing is heard and a few seconds later, footsteps near her. One. Two. Three. "What are

CHAPTER 1 {Could contain triggers, such as swearing and gore. You have been warned. Also, instead of 'Vampire' I say 'Vampyre' because this written version is older and more related to the Vampire Mythology and it fits better into the story. That's all. Enjoy~} ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I would be lying if I said the never ending wars and burning hatred between Vampires and Humans were just stupid little stories made up to entertain the children. They are told that these creatures are not real and only exist in their heads. With every year they get older, they start to make fun of act

“Why, why does fate make us suffer?” Note: This story takes place during the Dutch Revolt.    His body pressed to yours, his hands roamed over your skin; his mouth was territorially placed to your throat and with each touch, a more intoxicating desire overwhelmed your entire being. “Netherlands…” You breathed out, just as he pushed you against the wall.    The storage room was nearly pitch-black, especially with its absence of windows. The air felt thick, musky, and a thin coat of sweat covered both your skin and his. You were both breathing heavily, hearts racing. He was burning with passion and you were dr

Cozy Splendor :China x Reader: “The rain’s falling down hard,” “Yeah,” you take your eyes off the TV screen momentarily to glance at the window. The rapid pitter-patter of rain hitting asphalt sounds like a low buzz to your ears and you blink seconds before a bolt of lightning brightens the darkened sky in a bright flash. The high pitched crescendo of the tea kettle follows the muffled cacophony but it too ceases immediately as Yao shuts off the gas stove and prepares the tea in a ceramic teapot. “—but I like the sound of rain. It’s relaxing.” You could hear Yao let out a soft chuckle a

You twist a strand of hair around your finger, almost going cross-eyed as you examine the split-ends. Ugh. You slouch a little in your seat, feeling scruffier and scruffier as you sit there, watching all of the other people waiting to get up to be beautified. The room smells like hairspray and, over the sound of the radio, the raspy snip of scissors fills the air. You knew you'd left it too long to come here, but one thing lead to another and you just never seemed able to find the time. There's something about the cool, polished salon that's almost vaguely intimidating to you, mirrors situated around the room, showing you your anxious expres

England squinted down at the spell book, mentally cursing himself for not taking time with his penmanship. He could barely make out the runes he'd written at all. "That's the last time I try brainstorming so damned early in the morning; what was I thinking?" he murmured, his trademark brows growing closer together. Finally working back the last two lines he took a step back and began the incantation again. Above his head, Flying Mint Bunny floated anxiously. "Arthur are you sure this is a good idea?" England grinned confidently at his companion, before taking out his wand. "Absolutely! It's not fair for you guys to...disappear from cultur

It was 4:45am when you were sound asleep. Your chest rose and fell softly and your eyelids covered your (e/c) eyes. Unbeknownst to you, from outside your window someone was watching you attentively. Almost silently, the ledge of the frame from outside opened and entering your room was an emerald eyed, brunette Greek. The Greek crept toward your bed before carefully placing his knee at the edge, slowly coming on top of you. With your eyelashes fluttering over the hues of your (e/c) eyes, you peered half lidded at the man atop you. "Hello." Heracles said and you jumped with widened eyes. "DUDE WHAT THE HELL!" You screamed and almost immedia