PrussiaxReader: You Haven't Seen The Last Of MeYou rested your head against the car window letting your (h/c) waves fall in your face. You didn't want to go to school, you didn't want to face the bully you secretly loved. You sighed which earned you a worried look from your mother. She pulled into the school parking lot, in the back ofcourse, since you didn't want to be seen with your mother driving you when you were 17. She looked over at you with a concerned frown.
You looked over at her, "I'm okay mom."
"You dont look okay..."
"I promise I am."
You force a smile and kiss her on the cheek. Grabbing your back pack, you got out of the car and hurried towards the school.
You made it to your locker safrtly, or so you thought. You heard a loud slam that made you jump. You grabbed your books and tried to hurry away, only to be grabbed by your back pack strap. You were quickly thrown against the lockers, coming face to face with your love and your fear, Gilbert.
"Kesesese, zhe awesome me vas expecting to see a little more o
FrancexReader- Psychotic.Your friend Francis Bonnefoy hadn't been to school in days. Not even his brothers Alfred, Arthur, and Matthew had any idea where he was. You were worried sick. Your grades had even started to drop from A's to C's. His friends Gilbert and Antonio were just as worried as you were. You finally went up to Antonio with tears stinging your eyes, threatening to overflow. He closed his locker and jumped back a bit.
"Oh, sorry, ___________." He chuckled. "Didn't see you there. Can...wait, why are you crying?" He tilted his head. you hugged him and cried into his shirt.
"I-I'm so worried about Francis!" You exclaimed. He petted your hair.
"Shhh, it's gonna be okay, senorita." He whispered. "I think it's high time we go check on Francis. I'll go find his brothers, you find Gilbert." You nodded and ran off to find your German friend.
"Hey, Beilschmidt!" You called and ran over to Gilbert. He was talking to his brother, Ludwig. Both of the boys looked up, since they shared a last name. "Gilbert, I
RussiaXreader: Russian borders chapter 1Russian borders:
WARNING: may have detailed depression in this story!
and I made Russia as a young boy, so just heads up on that.
and this story is mostly Ivans point of view.
Anyway hope you liky!
-- (IVANS POV)
Hello. My name is Ivan Braginski; I am fourteen years old and live near the edge of Ukraine. I wake up at 6am every morning to hunt for small rabbits and deer for food. The weather is cold as always.
Today I want to catch more than usual since winter is coming. And maybe if I have time, I could also set up another one of my traps for Mayor Gilbert near his office. I plan to put just mouse traps, because last time one of his body guards spotted my rather big trap. I set up these traps to try to get him back for what he did to my parents when I was four years old. When he first became Mayor of the Russian border, he starved the whole town for six months. He took away people's bows and arrows and closed down any near store around town. Thousands of people died and two of them wer
A New Life Chapter 14Sweden led France, Greece, and Japan across the large room, looking for anything that could lead them to their missing lovers.
"What is this?" Greece asked as he inspected the wall closely.
The others came to join him.
"I don't see anyzing."
Greece put his hand on a small black button that seemed invisible to the others and pushed it.
Instantly the room was filled with light.
"How did you see zat?!" France demanded.
Japan smiled and put a hand on Greece's arm.
"Heracles-san can see in the dark," he said proudly.
"Like un chat," the Frenchman muttered.
The small man nodded.
"Exactly. He is much like a cat."
He pet his lover's head, laughing as he purred.
"We should keep going," Sweden said in his strange way.
Nodding, the four spread out to look around.
Germany appeared in the room with Italy in his arms.
"Ve found Italien and Romano. Have you found anyone?"
France shook his head.
"Non. We're trying zough."
The two groups met in the middle and became one large one again.
As soon as they
BTTxReader for Kimiko-MaitoYou woke up with a pounding headache – your mouth was dry and it felt as though your skull had split itself in half. You groaned, clutching your head in agony. What the hell had you done last night? You couldn't remember a damn thing.
Whining, you decided that you had better get an aspirin to get rid of the damn headache. You couldn't even remember what day of the week it was, much less where the aspirin actually was.
You shifted to get up, but a weight on your waist held you firmly in place. You froze, looking down at the source of your confinement. A tanned arm was wrapped around you, holding you against a warm, solid body. Your face coloured instantly, eyes widening as you followed the arm back to the person it belonged to.
Tousled, chocolate-brown hair, sun-kissed skin… you felt your stomach do a few little flips. The first, for seeing the gorgeous man-hunk lying next to you, and the second for realising that it was Antonio Fernandez Carriedo – a re