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Sugar Plum Dreams- The PartyHetaliaxReader Choose your own adventure
Gracefully swaying to the music playing in the large hall, your mother and the maid were decorating the impressive Christmas tree. The thing towered a good three feet above even your father's towering height. The hall was so beautifully decorated: a large red velvet bow hung over the French doors leading to the valley that stood in for a back yard, Cherubs floated above the door ways, playing a silent tune on their quiet strings and trumpets, the golden gas lamps were lit and created a soft warm glow throughout. But was most impressive, what rang the most beautiful in the marble-floored hall was that tree.
It's sharp dark green height contrasted so perfectly with the plush of the room, your eye was immediately drawn to it. And your mother was making it all the more eye-catching with her antique painted glass ornaments and ribbon embroidered with liquid gold.
You stood in the hall just marveling at that tree, ignoring the rather bountiful
Sugar Plum Dreams- The MarchHetaliaxReader choose your own adventure
While you were closely examining the contours of the glossy wooden soldier, your bother of a brother came up and tried to snatch it out of your hands. Too bad for him, you held on. That doll was much too precious; your last toy for Grandpa would not be lost so easily! The two of you struggled to keep your hands on the tiny toy, and his friends began trying to help him by grabbing your waist and pulling. Soon there was a huge throng of children all yelping and shouting, some even crying as you kept up the struggle.
"Stop! Both of you!" Octvius had managed to separate you two from the other children who were now being scolded by their parents, and he was not happy. You immediately let go of your precious soldier. Grandpa could be very scary when he was angry. Your father had told you Papa Octavius had lost his eye in the war and earned medals for his fearlessness. You always remembered that when Grandpa got mad.
The soldier clunked onto t
Sugar Plum Dreams- The SnowHetaliaxReader: Choose your own Adventure
You yanked your hand from Alfred's and ran back towards the battle. You just knew, for some reason that you couldn't leave your slipper. You snatched it from the floor and turned back around to see Alfred being attacked by the Candy King again. He fierce snarl was set on his only visible feature, that was his mouth, until his hat was knocked of in the struggle. You had no time to look at him. You came at the monster with that slipper in your hand and began beating the Candy King with it. You knew it wouldn't do any damage, but Alfred needed help. You gave him just what he needed: a distraction. The monster turned it's icy cold glare on you, but you didn't let up. As soon as the Candy King removed its attention from Alfred, he grabbed his rifle tightly and pointed the bayonet straight at the white creature.
Once it realized you were no threat, it turned back towards the soldier, right into th
RomanoxReader The Pickpocket ProlougeThe Pickpocket prolouge
Through some marvelous twist of fate, you had managed to land yourself an amazing opportunity. Your art university offered a four semester study abroad in Italy which you gladly accepted. Despite how excited you were to be going to Italy, the flight over had been brutal. Nothing, absolutely nothing, irritated you like the small child in the back of the plane screaming for three hours. And of course your assinged dorm was on the top floor. Even better? No elevator. You trudged up the stairs to what you could only imagine was a five star hotel room. Add jet-lag to all that, and let's just say you were not at all a happy person at the moment.
When you finally reached the door to your dorm, you noticed a note stuck to it with sloppy black ink scawled across it.
We regret to inform you that your dorm-mate, Jane Wilson, was unable to join you for your year abroad. We apologize for any inco
Sugar Plum Dreams- The FightHetaliaxReader: Choose your own adventure
You swung your legs out of the bed. You couldn't help it. You needed to make sure Grandpa's present was safe. Hadn't he made you promise to take care of it? You slid on some slippers before getting up. Padding softly to your door, you tried not to think of how dark it was in your room or how dark it would be downstairs. Your breath sounded heavily when you turned your door knob with as much care as possible. Once you heard a soft click, you pushed and, as silently as you could, you made your way down the stairs.
Of course, on your way down, a few stairs creaked under the weight of your tread, and you heard some muffled scampering. Rats, awful, awful rats. You wished you'd brought a candle or lamp with you; it was so dark. When you alighted on the marble floor just behind the grandfather clock, you nearly tripped over your Godfather's carpet bag. Had Octavius forgotten it? He was forgetful after all. But that bag was far too importa
RomanoxReader The Pickpocket Chapter 3"Why the hell is your dorm on the top floor?"
"Don't ask me! And don't complain either! I'm the one who has to walk up and down the stairs everyday!"
"What was with the guy at the front desk? Does he not like you or something?"
"No he's just a ginger. I don't think he likes anybody."
"Your dorm sucks ass."
"Thanks. I really appreciate that."
Romano was sitting at the table, his feet propped upon it, much to your displeasure, and was surveying the kitchen/living-room of your tiny dorm.
"So do you have a room mate?" He had noticed that there were two bedrooms down the three-foot hallway right next to the miniscule hang up bookshelf that was filled with stock books of Italy's tour destinations.
"Her cat had cancer."
"I mean, she couldn't make it. I guess something came up," you said, trying to cover your stupid mistake.
"huh," was all he replied. He didn't say much after that until you handed him a plate
RomanoxReader Inner Demons Epilogue
You were surprised when several of your friends sent you flowers and balloons and even when wen as far as to visit you while you recovered from your surgery. You reconnected. The tie you'd sent in solitude was forgotten by all and things went back to the way they had been before. Or the way they should have been. You tended to steer away from clubs for the most part.
You got fired from your old job with that creep of a boss, so you figured it was for the best, and was it ever. You found a much better job that you enjoyed a lot more. You actually made many more friends and basically got your life in order. You still made infrequent visits to Dr. Zwingli so she could check up on your mental health. She was more than a little surprised when you didn't remember anything from a week before your first visit and anything from before your surgery. She would read out the notes and not a thing rang true in your head. The only reas
RomanoxReader The Pickpocket Chapter 5After an hour of trudging through the Italian country-side, you were sweaty, hot, and irritated. Romano had not been much of a help, seeing as everytime you asked a question, he'd just grunt and pick up his pace. When you finally reached the outskirts of the village, Romano ducked into a little shop with a sign that you assumed said "groceries." At least it seemed plausible, as there were trays of eggplants, onions, garlic, tomatoes, and zucchini set up on the stands in front of the building. You looked around at the eerily empty street and decided that it would probably be best to follow Romano.
Upon entering the shop, you were greeted with a wall of garlic-smell. It was so strong, it almost made your eyes water, but you bravely fought your way into the shop and found Romano seated at a tiny table in the back of a shop with an elderly woman. They spoke quickly and Romano took out his wallet, emptied its contents and jus
Sugar Plum Dreams- The Coffee Kingdom IIIHetalliaxReader: Choose your own Adventure
You woke from your nap at the sound of Alfred knocking on your door. You walked as quickly as your lethargic legs would carry you and opened the door. He looked tired and had a few nice bruises on his forearms.
"I, uh, ran into some thugs in the quarter," he said uncomfortably. You decided not to ask any further questions about them.
"Would you like to walk in the garden with me?" you asked. He seemed surprised at the offer but quickly took you up on it, offering you his arm. Around back, you found a fountain with a stone slab bench to sit on. He asked you about your day, and you said it was relatively uneventful, to which he'd smiled.
"I'm glad. This place makes me uncomfortable, to be honest."
"I don't know, I just feel like I'm never being told the full story. Like the whole place is in on a big secret and has no intention of telling me what it is. Does that make sense?"
From a Coma (AmericaxReader)"How is she, doc?" Alfred asked softly to the female, who was checking her clipboard.
"She is recovering, which is a good sign," the doctor said with a small smile, "But, she may not remember some things. After all, she did take a strong blow to the head in the car crash."
Alfred smiled jubilantly and thanked the doctor with glee. His (Name) was recovering! A month ago, (Name) was in New York City to visit Alfred. Not used to the pedestrian life, she got in a car accident. Luckily, one of Alfred's good friends, Toris was nearby and admitted her to the hospital. (Name)'s injuries weren't fatal, but she went into a coma. However, she was expected to come out of it soon.
Alfred slowly entered his girlfriend's room, hoping that she was awake. His cerulean eyes dampened with sadness when he discovered that she was not. He dragged the plastic chair to her bed and tenderly held her soft and smooth hand. 'Oh (Name), how I wish you were awake,' he thought to himself as he wat
Prussia X Reader ~ Insane DreamYou are lying in your bed and thinking how awesome it would be, to live with the characters from Hetalia. Then you sigh. You know you have to go back to sleep, but you can't, because you feel that you have to cry. So you feel tears down your cheeks, not knowing, why you have to cry.
It's like your head is giving the answer right know and you whisper: "Prussia, I love you". You stand up from your bed, grab a tissue and whip your tears away with it. You sob and slowly you move to your window to stare outside and thinking about your unnecessary life. "Why can't you be real?", you whisper, while you sob and cry further.
"Why can't make god my wish come true, only this time, please?!", you say, but nothing happened. Then you decide to go back in your bed, grab the iron cross, that you bought a few weeks ago and think again about your crush until you fall asleep.
You notice you are surrounded by darkness. You can't see anything, on
Desperation (Prussia x Reader)It's a frozen, peculiar sort of night.
He believes it's night, anyhow. He's counted the hours meticulously in his head, yet he's had to halt both his thinking and breathing so many times - simply to stare at the stone wall, daring to wonder if there's still some part of him that's alive - that he can hardly be certain.
It's lonely, too, come to think of it, doing little more than wasting away through the agonising years with cold fingers and an ageless face, standing by the cemetery gates and watching black coats and black years pass him by. But, then again, that element of his circumstance doesn't quite concern him as much as he may have once supposed - perhaps, instead, it's the thought of being trapped and constricted within frozen, solid walls. Maybe it's the idea that not even time itself makes sense in his head any longer, when every short day of living is inevitably identical to the rest, and aspiring thoughts of release have done nothing to assist the e
Child! Canada X Reader: Not ForgottenLate
The word rang loud and ugly through your skull.
The clock on your car radio read 7:30p.m. like a ln angry, red signal.
You promised. You promised Matthew that you would be at his show tonight. The ten-year-old boy was counting on you. You pinky swore. Everyone forgot about Matthew.
Except for you.
You went to every event, every game, recital,concert. Hell, you even went to parent teacher conferences. That boy was expecting YOU. Not his father. Matthew was going to be looking for you.
Traffic was terrible! It seemed like the universe was working against you. "Dammit!Dammit!" There was an accident about half a mile ahead and it wouldn't be cleared for about two hours by the looks of it.
In a spur of the moment decision, you parked your car on the side of the road next to a local pub.
"Aye! Lass!," the pubowner bellowed. "Ye cain't park that 'ere!"
"I'm sorry Allistor," you pleaded. "I'll be back for it I swear!"
You ran out into the pouring rain, your feet splashing anxiously i
Hetalia x Reader - School Tutoring (Prologue)"Hello Mrs. (Last Name)," your teacher said to you as you entered the classroom.
"Hi teach," you said casually.
"Here to help out again?" she asked.
"Yup," you replied simply, waiting for her to get the form out.
See, since you usually scored straight A's in school (with the occasional B every now and then), you were asked to help tutor sometimes in school. It also pays some many, and since you were nearly broke, you had figured it was a good deal.
"So which subject do you want to tutor for today?"
"Hm…" you contemplated, tapping your finger against your chin before finally deciding to pick…
America x Reader x England: Smile! pt 1. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
You watched the flames, you could smell the burning scent of fear and agony. You made several attempts to scream, but your voice was washed out by endless yelling from the firemen around you.
"Someone! Help! Please!" Tears rushed into your sockets.
You heard a loud cracking noise, followed by a bang, and the house before you collapsed into nothingness in the flames.
"No!" the six year old you screamed, "Mommy and Daddy are still in there!"
You fell to your knees, held onto your teddy for dear life, and screamed your cries for your parents.
But that, that was twelve years ago. It's interesting how one event can change the course of your life forever.
You sat absentmindedly at your desk and fought the urge to fall asleep. You told yourself again and again to sleep earlier every morning but that attempt always failed when you saw the piles of unfinished work you loaded for yourself on your desk.
You had a dream. You wanted to go to ________ (colla
Einsamkeit (Prussia X Reader)
[A/N: You guys are 16 in high school. Just to let you know. Prussia may be a bit OOC]
"OUT OF ZHE VAY, LOSERS! ZHE AWESOMEST PERSON IN ZHE VORLD IS GOING VHROUGH, VHICH IS ME!" You sighed as you watched the arrogant albino strut his way down the hallways, winking at girls as he went. Sighing, you pushed through the crowd, the task harder than it sounds as you were nearly knocked down many times. You rolled your eyes while grabbing things from your locker that you finally reached and sped towards your next class; you always went early to avoid the BIGGER tidal wave of students. You played with your (h/c) locks as you sat down and set down the materials; this was your favorite and last class: history. You also loved the teacher, Ms. Zwingli or Ms. Z as you called her. She always listened to your rants and gave wonderful advice. Plus, she sometimes had extra chocolate from when she and her older brother made the confection for their shop and she gave it to you.
"You're a bit later than us
(England x Reader) Sweet Love Chain (Part 1 of 2)DISCLAIMER! I don't own you, Hetalia, or Britain.
If you see star symbol(s), scroll back up here, please!
Thank you, and enjoy!
*= This story is technically for right-handed people
**= According to my research, Arthur is a lefty, but this is my story, so in my story he is ambidextrous. XD
"Peter Kirkland, I'll ask this one more time. Where is the key?"
"Arthur, I swear! I left it… on the counter… over there…"
Peter's voice became quiet towards the end, and I can see the blonde shrink as he pointed at the counter, trembling. Next to me, I saw Arthur's face fuming with rage, and soon enough I was being dragged into a chase—literally. You see… I was handcuffed to my best guy friend (also my crush), Arthur Kirkland, and I stayed over at his house for several reasons, and Peter just decided to—let's rewind back, because it's not easy to explain.
Arthur, the handsome British gentleman, and I had been friends with since childhood, had
You stared up at the sky, feeling
annoyed. It was Valentine’s Day, and once again, you had to run
from your rather perverted “friends.” They had given you
too many things you couldn’t do anything with, and they were
generally being annoying.
You growled and started running for the
house of the only person you wanted to see: Emil, a.k.a Iceland. Like
you, he had no love for the holiday, and often ran off to ski or
snowboard the whole day. You had discovered your mutual hatred for
the “mushy” holiday during a boredom-sparked conversation
during a world meeting. Ever since, the two of you agreed to spend
the day together, hating the holiday in harmony.
You got there in record time, not even
realizing that you’d jogged most of the way. Sure, you enjoyed
being around the Icelandic boy, but you didn’t have feelings
You shook your head to cl
Sugar Plum Dreams- OvertureHetaliaxReader: choose your own adventure
Gentle string music played while Octavius worked. As he gently re-painted the faded wood, he spoke softly. He knew that in this state, those silly toys wouldn't be able to hear him, but it made the time pass quickly.
"Don't you fret, little thing. Come tonight it will all go back to the way it was."
He lifted the toy soldier up to the light and inspected his work with scrutiny. He decided that for the time being it would have to do.
"I'm sure my granddaughter will help change you all back," he whispered as he glanced back at the pile of dolls he had yet to fix. Sighing, he said, "So much to do before then, though." Just a small smile passed over his usually cheery face.
"I think I'll be late tonight."
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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