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You were sitting in the bedroom you shared with the three Baltic states. All four of you had been taken over by the large nation of Russia. You've been in Mr. Russia's house the longest, you've endured your fair share of pain and torture. At this moment Mr. Russia was out for the day, he had a meeting with the Allies to discuss battle options and would be back tomorrow. This left you, Toris, Eduard and  Ravis alone in the large mansion for the day. Of course you enjoy the Baltic's company, Ravis was like a little brother to you. Eduard was like the older brother you'd look up to in times of despair. Then there was Toris, he was different. H

Macau was on the phone the first time you poked your head in through the open doorway. The second time you looked in, he was hanging up the phone. The third, he was kneeling right in front of you. You let out a small squeak of surprise, stumbling backwards, only to be picked up by your father. "Why aren't you in bed?" "I couldn't sleep," you said, feeling slightly embarrassed. Macau laughed. "What's bothering you?" "I just missed you, I suppose." Macau couldn't help but smile at your cuteness. You hid your face in the sleeve of his shirt. "Well, I guess that you should go back to sleep," he said, yawning. "M'kay." Macau carried you back

     Oh, the joys of spring.     Spring, also known as allergy season, was not exactly something you looked forward to with a burning passion. In fact, sometimes you even found this time of year a bit on the boring side.     But of course there was always that one little holiday that brought you so much joy every year. It fell just a few days after the start of spring, and you were quite the famous one whenever the day came around for you to be the troublemaker that you were and have an excuse.     Mhm, April Fool’s Day was your thing.     Grinning mischievously, you held your little bucket of water trying to be the stealthiest

~Reader's POV~ You shuffled around to the porch of Poland's house. Giving the doorbell one murderous look, you gave it a sharp jab. God...why did you even lend the idiot money... The door opens a few milliseconds to reveal him. That creepy guy with the valley-girl style of talking. "OMG. Like, hay [Name]!" Poland. Or in other words, Feliks Lukasiewicz. "Whatever Feliks. Look, I'm here for the money you owe me," you sighed, rolling your eyes. "Oh that? I like, totally have it right now! Why don't you like, come on in and have a seat?" "I'm not here to-" you're cut off as soon as he leaves the room to supposedly get your money. Without

      Everything seemed to come hand in hand with time. People always told you, "Good things come to those who wait" and how "Time heals all wounds". But how much did those sayings actually hold even a sliver of truth in them?     Time in itself was a lie.     Sometimes it passed like the wind, quick and restless, carrying all the joyous emotions with them. Sometimes it passed like a turtle, barely crawling by while dragging its body along, making every single thought and movement painful. Time was never constant. The entire theory of "time" was an illusion, something to trick both the mind and the heart.     Smiling darkly, your

     Was she an idiot?     He watched her through the window, angrily stirring his cup of coffee. It was absolutely pouring out there, will the rain coming down in relentless streaks that the outside world was almost a blur. It didn’t help that the café carried such strong scents of coffees and teas while the shaky outline of a girl shivered. Running an irritated hand through his hair, he criticized himself for even worrying about her. He didn’t know her…and it was the idiota’s own stupid fault for not having an umbrella.     Why didn’t she just leave? Why was she still stan

Right now you were standing at your bus stop. The cold morning air nipped at your nose, making it feel more like winter than spring. Although the sun was shinning, a light frost still covered the green grass. You clutched your black sketchbook closer to your side as you impatiently waited for the bus. Around you other kids chatted away with their friends. "Hey bro!" a voice called out. Turning your attention to the new voice you noticed your American friend walking towards you. His blonde hair blew slightly in the wind. He zipped his bomber jacket up more as another gust of  wind hit him. "Hey Alfred," you greeted with a smile. "Why does

     You were different.     It was something he noticed a long time ago, that sparked his immediate interest and caused his mind to recently always wander…to you. He wondered why that was so. Was it because you didn’t follow the usual patterns of the girls in this school and fawn over him every day, hour, and minute? Probably.     The object of his thoughts was currently sitting a few desks away, perched near a window. The sun caught her [HairColor] locks and set a glowing sheen over them, as if she acquired a halo. She certainly was similar to an angel- perhaps not in personality since she spat out the foulest of insults so

     Another conference...     Well maybe this one will run somewhat more smoothly than the previous ones? You should take hold of that happy thought and that hopeful demeanor even though a part of you knew that it was just wishful thinking. Besides, world meetings aren’t always that bad…the strawberry cake last time was actually pretty good…     You bumped into someone and quickly apologized ashamed that you had let your own daydreams get the better of you. However, the person merely ignored you and moved on.     Frowning, you guessed that he was probably busy or something and didn’t have time for idle chitcha

         You walked through the brightly lit hallways of a rather prestigious art gallery hand in hand with Korea. Some of the things people claimed to be art looked like what got stuck in your garbage disposal from time to time. Other pieces, however, you could hardly believe were created by human hands. After a while of walking, you stopped and stared at a particularly strange piece of art. Your silence had Korea feeling a little worried. "Are you enjoying yourself at all? You really haven't said very much since we got here." "Of course I am." You gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "I was just wondering to myself how a bunch of coat hangers g

"It's time for bed, sis." You looked up from your book, which was filled with colorful pictures of tropical fish. You were flipping through a rather large encyclopedia of fish and sea creatures, admiring the beautiful pictures of bright coral reefs and the amazingly unique animals. "Why now?" you whined, clutching the heavy book close to your chest. "Because it's after ten o'clock, and you aren't supposed to be up past nine," Seychelles explained, attempting to pry the book out of your fingers. After a few moments, you let go of the book, causing Seychelles to stumble backwards. She smiled cheerfully and giggled. "Come on." You pouted chi

"Carry me," you demanded. "Excuse me?" Vash stated as he turned to face you. "Carry me," you repeated. "No thank you," he scoffed as he continued to trek. "Why not!" you whined. "My feet hurt!" Vash had though it would've been a wonderful idea to trek through a mountain today. Lucky for you it wasn't one from his native country or Switzerland. Instead it was a small inclined slope. Barely even classified as a mountain. About half way up it, you decided to see how long Vash's patience would last. "You're acting like a spoiled brat," he insulted as he turned to face you. "I know you are but what am I?" you childishly stammered. "Now you

"(F/n)." "Mama." "You're up past your bedtime." "So are you." Ukraine, your mother, laughed. "I don't have a bedtime anymore!" "Then why do I have one?" you said, pouting adorably. "Because you're too young. When you get older, you can stay up later." "But-" "If you go to bed now, I'll sing 'Котику Cіренький'1 for you." You looked up sharply. That was your favorite lullaby from your childhood. You wanted to stay up late, but you wanted your mother to sing to you, too. You could only have one… You looked at your mother and held up your arms, silently

"DON'T MOVE!" Jade grasped the metal gun, which at this point had been chilled from the nights piercing sting, between her shaken hands, nothing but hatred burning in her repulsed gaze the longer she stared down at the worn childs toy that stood dead still in the newly dug grave. Chucky's eyes had since hardened, even more so then they usually had been, his face scrunching up into a sneer of some sorts as he looked up to the girl who's emotions at this point could not be easily distinguished. Fear? Hate? He had seen this in most of his prey, so it hadn't been anything he hadn't seen before. But there seemed to be something else there- Someth

Pregnant! Reader X 2P! FACE Hehe-Didn’t See That Coming! Slight Cuss! Somewhat. :) GO 2P!!!!!  A small screech filled the air before going silent, the streets empty of anyone. Except for the few bodies that littered the alley, no one was about. Everyone knew to stay indoors and be still in the nightly hours. Only because of them.  The group traipsed with leisurely peace, a few snide comments shared as they headed home. It had been a rather successful raid and with weapons brandishing a layer of crimson, they had matching smiles on their faces. (Hehe..) Going through the door with a bang, France instantly went for the wine bottle c