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CLANK The sound of metal hitting the floor brought you back to reality. You breathed heavily. You didn't remember what happened in a few minutes earlier. It was like you had just woken up from sleep. Everything was black before. You turned your head a bit and you winced. You brought your hand to touched the spot and felt something was wet, it was bleeding. What made your head hurt? You could not remember that much. You then slowly scanned the room you were in right now, you were in the kitchen, in your house. You wanted to get the first aid kit you often used but then you tripped over something big. You fell to the floor but you had your han

Your eyes opened again, still misted over by sleep. The sun no longer streamed through the glass. You realized the coldness of the room and tried to move closer to Ivan. Still cold, you looked up. Only mussed blankets were there. You sat up and placed your hand where Ivan had laid. The blankets had long since cooled and held no trace of Ivan's warmth. Shivering, you got out of bed. "Ivan?" You called out. You walked to the bathroom door and knocked. No answer. You looked around the room and your eye was caught by a colorful set of clothes on the table. Once you drew near, a tray of food and a note came into view as well. You opened the note

 “Why now?” You asked yourself as you coughed. The coughing hurt your already sore throat. You groaned as the coughing also added to your headache. “I hate being sick.” You rested your head on your pillow and closed your eyes. You would get up and get some medicine but every time you got up to go get it the room starting spinning. You closed your eyes as you tried to maybe sleep off the sickness. You started to relax when you heard a knock at your door. “Go away whoever you are.” You softly groaned. You heard the knock again. You sighed as you sat up from bed. “You better be freaking important.&rdqu

“Wow, thanks a lot Feli. You’re really the best!” you grinned as your Italian friend puts down a plate of pasta in front of you.  “Anything for you of course, Bella~” he sits down in the chair opposite of you and rests his chin on top of his intertwined hands and his elbows stood still on the table. “By the way, what brings you here today?” you stopped twirling the spaghetti in your fork and looked straight in Feliciano’s eyes. “Hmm, isn’t it obvious? Hang out and eat your heavenly spaghetti of course! But there’s also another thing…that is bothering me…”

You were walking home. It was 10 o'clock at night, the usual time you left work. You worked at a small factory on the edge of Tokyo. The hours were late, and you didn't make much money, but it was all you could find. it was better than nothing, you guessed. A lot better than getting your house forclosed, that was for sure. You tired feet led you to the park by your house, like they did every night. You loved to see the sakura trees, especially now, when they were in full bloom. The trees were the only place you felt like you could escape. Escape the harsh reality you didn't like. A small gasp eminated from your lips when you reached the cente

"Bloody hell!" An angry British man yelled. "I-I'm sorry!" A [h/c] haired girl yelled. "[Name] do you know how long it took me to get enough money to buy this!?" He yelled, holding up his laptop. "N-no....but I said I was sorry! It was an accident!" You yelled back. "How the bloody hell do you accidentally break a laptop screen!?" "B-But I was us-" Arthur sighed and started rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You know what, [Name]? Maybe you should just go home." "But-" He glared at you. "I said go!" You stepped back with wide eyes as you stared at him in shock. You stomped to his door. "Fine." You turned around towards him with te

“Why do you never touch my hair?” The question came out of the blue as you looked up from your book to see Lukas on the couch, his eyes slightly narrowed as he unconsciously pursed his lips at you. “What do you mean?” you asked, your confusion evident in both your voice and arched eyebrows. “My hair.” He lifted a finger to point at his hair before holding a lock of it between his fingers. “It’s just…” Lukas muttered slowly, “You never seem to play with it, nor touch it for that matter.” “But don’t you dislike it when people touch your hair?” Returni

You sat in the hard metal chair and did your favourite thing to do when you're in populated places. You watched. You complimented, judged and insulted the people that walked by your table. They would never know because you were mute. You were never a people person and have been called an introvert. Just you and your thoughts, the way you have always known it to be. You smiled down at your fast food. You always ordered food instead of cooking yourself because it was easier for you to just point at the food or show a number with your fingers to order. You liked it better this way, no socializing or work required. You looked up from your food

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'll go with . . . Prussia." Even after the words had left your mouth there was a pause and no one made any moves. You were about to choose someone else til there was a slight tap on your shoulder that cause you to turn around and look at the blue eyed Prussian. The two of you had a short staring contest til a German voice broke the silence. "You know that you don't have all night to just stare at the frau bruder." With that said you were then taken by the wrist as the two of you walked out of the house towards your destination. However, on the whole way the Prussian man did not say one single word to you for the whole walk to the restaur

2P France X Reader I Want Her A/N: This is a 2P story so when I say a countries name it refers to the 2P version. Hope you enjoy. France is sitting in a world meeting bored out of his mind. He is leaning on his arm while the other hold a pencil as he sketches in his work book. He scowls when he sees he is sketching one of the women in the room. He quickly scribbles over it before anyone sees it then returns to his sketching and being careful what he draws. Out of boredom be pulls a cigarette out of his pocket and puts it in his mouth. He is about to light it when his lighter is knocked out of his hand. He looks up to see England smiling at

I'm dating a demon :2P america X shy reader (ch 2) "Oww! Hey, that hurts!" You complained as you friend was violently tugging on your hair with a hairbrush. "Hold still __! You've got a date after all! I looked up the address on the piece of paper he gave you and that place is pretty fancy," she said while tying your hair together with a ribbon. "YOU ACT AS IF IT'S A GOOD THING!!!" You whined. "If you really didn't want to I know you would have found a way to turn him down," your friend said. "He was still holding the bat (BFF/N)," you huffed. "Well... At least he's handsome right?" She said sheepishly. You thought about that for a mom

CLANK A metal sound brought you back. You opened your eyes wide and closed them slowly. Your heart beat faster and louder than ever. What made it beat like that? Someone surprised you? No, that’s not it..., you thought. You looked around you. You were in a room, an office to be exact. You knew this room. You had been called here several times. It was your boss’ office. You didn’t remember when and why you were there. You could not remember what happened in a few minutes earlier. You tried to recall but you could not. You stepped forward little by little and your feet bumped to something big. You almost fell but you regaine

Iceland x Reader Forever "Don't you ever wish there was an escape to the pressures of life?  I mean, I can't stand my brother.  I want him to go away and leave me in peace." Emil said staring at the stars.   You looked at your best friend of 9 years questioningly.  This was your reunion with him, you haven't seen him in a couple of months and ever since you moved away, his faith and happiness just went down hill.   "Well I'm sure you don't mean that, Ice.." you said punching him lightly on the arm.  He looked over at you, his icy blue eyes gazing deeply into yours.  You

“I want to throw you on my bed, strip you down, and make love to you while you leave scratches on my back and scream my name. If… that’s okay with you, of course.” Warning: ‘Lime’ content— beware ;) You’re a girl with a problem. If he wasn’t in your life, then things would practically be perfect. But the fact was, he is in your life, whether you want him there or not. You’ve got yourself a seemingly emotionless, creepy, perverted stalker who loves cats and has a habit of talking dirty. In other words; it’s Greece. He loves you, or so he claims… but lately it seems

Normally ________ would fall asleep when Maximo was next to you, but this it felt impossible. For some reason you had craving. A certain craving that involved chocolate. Looking over at the deep sleeper Spaniard, you carefully removed the arm that was around you and got out of bed. Freezing when you heard him stir and move to his side. Letting out a small breath you were holding, grabbed your phone and quietly walked out of the room. Turning on the kitchen lights are started to gather all the ingredients and supplies. Checking the mix box once again you noticed you forgot the egg. Walking back to the fridge you tried to reach the eggs. Sadly

A/N: Basically Sweden has a VERY sensitive back, lets just say, you get to touch it~   (SLIGHTLY MATURE) Your loving Swedish husband has just arrived home, he always came in with tensed shoulders and a glare (which you found cute) on his face. "I'm h'me" he said as he lets out a sigh. "Welcome back, honey" you replied. You hated seeing him tired and stressed from work... But what could you do? Suddenly, an idea popped up in your head, you smirked. Slowly, you walked up to Berwald and glided behind him. You pushed your body against him and gently placed your hands on his broad shoulders, massaging the tense muscles, first going gently and th

Because I Love You Male!Ukraine x Reader You stopped and stared as your boyrfriend Yuri was almost on the verge of tears. You sighed to yourself sadly and you walked up and gave him a tight hug. "I'm sorry." You say sadly. I hurt him again...You thought, Why do I keep doing that? It's always because I don't control what I say. You were the type of person who was sarcastic and tended to be blunt about things. Often you wondered why on earth he still stayed with you after three years of being together. When you parted from the hug Yuri gave you a teary, yet cheerful smile. "Don't worry about it dear (Name)." He says. Yuri then leans in and gi

"God, I f*cking hate that b*tch." Daniel slurred, burying his face into your chest, as he drunkenly complained about his now ex-wife. You were in your house again, since he started visiting you more often since he got divorced, you were sitting on your couch and he pulled you into his lap so he could put his arms around your waist and nuzzle your chest. You comfortingly stroked his back and played with his hair as you were listening to him. There wasn't much you could do for him but you didn't mind when he needed you for things like this. You liked him and he liked you, or maybe there was even something more. It somehow made you happy that h

CLANK A sound of metal brought you back from darkness. You didn’t remember what happened in the last few minutes. Were you sleeping? No, you’re not. You were standing right now and you breathed heavily like when you were afraid. But now, what were you afraid of? You looked around. You were in your shared flat. You shared this flat with your mean sister. Well, not real sister since you weren’t blood related to her. You looked at the stove... oh, you were making something earlier. It’s just food, so why were you dizzy? You sniffed and something really reeked of iron.  It was near, you knew that, but where was it coming