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RussiaxBullied!Reader SmileSchool? Hell.
Every day is a living nightmare. I can’t stand it. The torture doesn’t stop even when I get home. It’s not the fact that I’m abused, I actually have a good family and am thankful for it. It’s the fact that they found my phone number, my facebook, my e-mail, everything, and my parents don’t believe that what they say is bad enough to get help. “Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt you”
I don’t think I’ve ever heard a lie worse than that. Words hurt just as much as sticks and stones. Personally, I’d take the sticks and stones over the words.
They make fun of me for everything. My hair, my eyes, how I look, dress, hell they even make fun of my name, which caused me to start going by my middle name.
It’s only a group of classmates, three girls and two boys, but nobody else tries to stand up for me.
I’ve forgotten how
AmericaxReader April Fool's DayYou and Alfred run from Arthur’s house, just after ringing his doorbell. It is April first, so you and your best friend Alfred decide to do some pranking to celebrate April Fool’s Day. For your first prank, you had the idea of leaving some fake bones and artificial blood on your friend Arthur’s doorstep. After you ring the doorbell to his house, Alfred grabs your hand and takes off running as fast as he can, half leading-half dragging you behind him.
As you run away from the brit’s house, you can hear his almost girlish screams when he finds the grotesque pile on his Welcome Mat. It wasn’t quite a girl’s scream, but it was as close as it could get.
You and Alfred laugh, breathlessly running to get to your next victim’s house. Ludwig.
You stop by a corner store, and buy a case of beer before going to Ludwig’s house. However, before you get to his house a piano drives down the street and parks in front of a hous made of guns and money. The
GermanyxReader WWIII on the Warfront Part 1GermanyxReader WWIII on the Warfront part 1
Sirens wail, suddenly waking you up from your sleep.
“Sirens. Shut up so I can sleep!” It takes a few seconds for it to register that the sirens mean either a) the base you’re stationed at is under attack or b) is going to be under attack.
You almost fall on your face after rolling out of bed. You silently reflect on how being a soldier sucks sometimes. Especially when sirens go off in the wee hours of the morning signaling yet another attack made by the enemy. Yes, especially when the sirens go off in the morning.
You quickly pull on your uniform, and then run to the main building in the compound to receive your orders. Judging by the flow of other soldiers, they are doing the same as well.
Arriving at the center, your commander and longtime friend Alfred F Jones, takes you into his office to get away from the havoc in the front of the building.
“Alright, as you know (y/n), you’ve recently been ranked up. I need
GermanyxReader Sleep Deprived GermanyxReader Sleep Deprived
PLEASE READ THE (A/N) AS IT IS EXTREMELY CRUCIAL TO THE HAPPINESS OF YOURS TRULY. THANK YOU.
You knew that Ludwig would be different when he came home after being in the war, but you never dreamed that he would be this affected.
When Ludwig first opened the front door, you were ecstatic. You didn’t know that he was coming home, so this was a huge surprise.
Throwing your arms around his neck, he swings you around and plants a kiss on the top of your head.
You bury your face in his chest, close to sobbing in happiness. “I missed you so much, I was so worried I’m just so happy right now Ludwig I’m so happy!” Your muffled voice talks quickly, mashing everything together into one sentence.
He puts his arms around you, hugging you back. “I missed you too, Liebe. I missed you too.”
At first, he seemed like the same Ludwig that he was before he left. But when night fell…
He would toss and turn in bed, constantly wak
GermanyxReader WWIII on the Warfront Part 2After a long ride on a helicopter and an extremely exhausting car ride, you’re eventually led to a compound. Somewhere along the way you were put into handcuffs. Taken down below, you’re unceremoniously thrown into a steel cell complete with bars and one very small window. You sit on the edge of the cot sitting in the corner, and wonder what’s going to become of you.
‘And they didn’t even bother to take the handcuffs off.’ You think bitterly.
After what seems to be an eternity of boredom and anxiety, Gilbert comes back, only to take you down another level. He leads you through a set of double doors into a sterile, chemical smelling, brightly lit room. The walls are white, the ground cold concrete that slopes slightly towards a drain in the middle of the room.
One chair stands in the middle of the room, complete with arm and leg straps. The other two sit across from it.
Gilbert leads you by the arm to the chair in the center of the room, and fo
GermanyxReader WWIII on the Warfront Part 4You stay quiet for a bit after ranting, waiting for Ludwig to reply. Ludwig looks at you sadly for a while. He opens his mouth as if to speak, but then closes it again.
“What do you have to say now, Ludwig? What?!”
“I’m…sorry. (y/n)” He whispers.
Before you could react however, he quickly moves to the side of the cot and places his hand over your mouth.
He kneels down next to the cot, and whispers in your ear.
“Ich liebe dich, (y/n)” he whispers, before kissing you softly on the cheek.
He leaves after that, sliding the door shut behind him.
You lay there, wondering what the hell just happened.
“Well. There goes sleep.” You say to yourself, literally just before you fall asleep from exhaustion.
When you wake up 8 hours later, you find that the obnoxious heart monitor and IV is gone, and there is a small meal next to your cot.
“HOLY CRAP. FOOD!” You fall out of the cot, much like you fell out of bed only a few days
GermanyxReader WWIII on the Warfront Part 5(Author: Holy Jesus I don’t think I ever mentioned what Doitsu is wearing. FFFFFF- anyways… sorry ‘bout that. I’ll mention it a little more.)
“Sorry… that was my bad.” You say quietly, sinking down into your seat in embarrassment. The gun Ludwig handed you was apparently already loaded and cocked, causing it to fire when you were inspecting it.
“Nein, it vas my fault. It shouldn’t have been loaded in zhe first place.”
(Author: trolololo-//shot by 1000 angry ilovehetalia640's)
Ludwig stops the Jeep and looks over the crack in the windshield leading to the small bullet hole.
“Vell, at least it von’t restrict driving.” He says, putting the Jeep back into gear and starts driving away again. He continues driving in silence for a while, before you decide to break the silence.
“Hey Ludwig… Why’d you decide to make a run for it with me? Why’d you save me?”
His cheeks turn pink a bit.
PrussiaxReader Witch EyesPrussiaxReader Witch Eyes
I’ve always been called Witch.
But for something completely trivial.
I’ve always been called a witch… because of my eyes.
If it weren’t for my eyes, I’d look completely normal. (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes. However, there’s one thing about my eyes that’s scared people ever since I was a small child.
My eyes, instead of having a black or non-existent ring around the iris, I have a blue ring. Ever since early childhood, kids would take one look at me and run away screaming that I was a witch.
Even now, in high school, people still either avoid me or loudly make fun of me, saying how I would have been burned at the stake had it been any other era than this one.
I’ve never had a friend, ever. Nobody wants to be friends with someone with witch eyes.
That is, until that one day…
I sit in the back of the classroom, never making eye contact with anyone.
However, I’m unable to avoid it forever, because the teacher
RussiaxReader In Touch with Humanity (Part 1)RussiaxReader In Touch with Humanity
I wake up to the sound of my alarm beeping, creating a moment of pure hatred for the world.
Groaning and mumbling the entire time, I drag myself out of bed, forcing myself to get ready for a seemingly normal day.
After taking a shower and brushing my haystack of (h/c) hair, I decide now is the time to actually get dressed.
Dragging myself to my dresser, I pull out my favorite outfit, consisting of -insert answer here-.
That’s when I go through today’s schedule. I have absolutely no plans today, None.
And sadly, there’s no food in my fridge to allow enough sustenance for today.
Because I’m lazy and don’t feel like driving to the store, I walk a few blocks to the cornerstore to buy junk food. Yum, instant noodles.
I find myself at the wrong place, at the wrong time.
As I’m placing my snackies on the counter at the register, three guys in black ski masks burst through the door, waving guns around.
A British Adventure (England x Reader) Part 5
The following week was absolute torture. You had thought that school weeks took forever, but they were nothing in comparison to this one. Each day felt like 35 hours, not 24, each hour felt like 100 minutes, not 60, and so on.
Your days consisted of you doing simple things around the house, eating food, listening to music, and sitting around in your room thinking about how your “date” with Arthur would go. In fact, you had even spent hours on your computer looking up what to do on first dates, trying to memorize and perfect every piece of advice given.
Unfortunately, it hadn’t worked out so great, so you decided that going with the flow would have to do. After all, being yourself is the best way to go about, right? Or however that saying goes...
So here you were, Friday afternoon, slouched over on your couch, clad in sweatpants and your favorite comfy, baggy shirt. A mountain of junk food was piled to your side, decreasing with every handful of unhealthy goodness you
A Dying Storyteller (England x Reader)The pen faintly scratched the paper causing it to bleed ink. Wobbly letters danced across the page. Characters stumbled from the pen tip. You almost put a hole through the page as you crossed out a misspelled word. You then rewrote it correctly with care. Finally, the words fit themselves together into a bow and tied up the letter. You folded it up, crammed it into an envelope, and stuck a stamp on it.
Then you left it on your desk. The letter waited patiently for you to send it. The late afternoon sun shone upon it.
You descended from your attic, where you worked, and down to your kitchen. Pulling out a bottle of water from the refrigerator, twisting the cap off, and discarding it followed your trip down the spiral staircase. After drinking half the bottle, the front door opened.
You greeted your husband. He greeted you. You noticed that he was fidgeting with the hospital bracelet around his wrist. He fled to his study, at the other end of the house. The boards didn't creak unde
In the Place of an Angel (EnglandxReader) PrologueEvery child deserved a chance to run around during recess playing tag, to race underneath endless beams of sunlight and laugh at their own recklessness, but while they did what all children were meant to do, Arthur sat quietly in his classroom staring out the window into the brightness of the day.
“Mommy,” he once asked out of curiosity and envy of the other children, “why can’t I play like they do?”
His mother paused and pressed her lips into a thin line, but eventually, she answered, “because you have a special heart condition that, unfortunately, won’t allow you to play like they do, honey.”
The blond boy stared up at his mother and did not say a word. His expression was fixed.
“Listen,” his mother leaned down to his eyelevel and placed her hands on his small but tense shoulders, “but that does not define or change who you are. We still love you just as much.”
“But the other kids don’t,” his ey
(another pirate story) England X reader New life!
(Heya everybody! We only have 2 EXAMS LEFT! SCREAAAM! YEY! So I decided to treat myself! I'm soo bad. I've started another fanfic!!! I already have 2! Oh weelll...so this one is about England because I don't see ludwig as a pirate! And one more thing, I'm not the MOST historical person...so... Enjoy poppet!)
It happened when she was wiping down the table, the cafe was empty due to the time of the day. The warmth of midday had been slowing down work, rain had been blessed down on the villagers. It was almost the end of her shift. Hopefully she could get home quickly, she was tired. (Name) sighted, she did not like her clothes: a maid dress which almost reached to the floor, it restricted her from making too much movement ... and she hated dresses anyway. She took the mop up whilst holding up her dress and started cleaning the floor.
Her cafe was mostly calm with only the noise of the waves breaking the
EnglandxReader - Learn and Grow UpThe air was muggy and hot. It had just rained and the aftermath was humidity. Hurrying on his way, Arthur walked through the damp streets, unaware of the homeless citizens laying around, soaking wet. He shouldn’t have to bother with the poor; they couldn’t do him any good anyways.
Up ahead, he noticed a man who was familiar to him. They weren’t close, nor did they get along, but he didn’t mind talking with him. “Francis, hello. What brings you here to England?”
The blond Frenchman turned around, his eyes saddened and dreary. “Arthur, it’s good to see you.” Moving his head back down, Arthur followed his gaze. A young girl lay on the ground, appearing to be dead. She was filthy and frail, yet had a certain appeal about her.
“Yuck, how can you stand looking at that?” Arthur grumbled, the smell getting to him. She was obviously homeless, and didn’t get a chance to bathe.
Francis glared at him, making him flinch. Did he
EnglandXReader - Split Personalities PART 2Its been about two weeks since you had the misfortune of messing up big time. You screwed around with England's magic stuff and split England up into two different personalities, now named Arthur and Artie. Artie being the sweet and sensitive one, while Arthur was the modern pirate.
You had been downstairs in England's basement for the past few hours scavenging through his books for something that looked like a reverse spell for what you did.
Artie and Arthur weren't much help at all either. If they did anything, they only distracted you... But you couldn't get mad at either if them...
You didn't know why either. Usually behaviors like theirs would annoy the hell out of you, whether it being completely clingy Artie, or the snobby asshole Arthur... You just kept seeing the real England...
You sighed and threw the spellbook you were currently reading across the basement floor. You couldn't do this! You had know idea what half of these books meant! The spells were confusing.
England x Street Artist!Reader (RQ)It’s easy enough to see how you wonder for her and think of her presence, despite your steady belief you are a fellow fixed in his ways of life and his own mind.
Even the first time you meet, and despite your cold stare and your hurried burying of your hands in your pockets for lack of sensible words, you don’t ignore her when she bids you a good morning. You don’t simply walk on like the rest, and leave her in the gutter with her wet chalk and her beautiful, yet hopeless dreams of a worldly canvas. Even though you stumble at her soft inquiries, you allow yourself to spend that precious minute with her, watching what she draws with her filthy, blackened hands. You tell her you care, and with sincerity you think her drawings lovely, and she smiles at you. Who knows, maybe you even return it.
You watch her at her work even as the rain falls, when the Heavens open and you cannot see beyond your apartment for the frosted glass and spiralling fog. But looking down at her,
EnglandxReader: 04:21 AM (Chapter one)To say that you were having difficulty sleeping would be the understatement of the century.
You had lost count of unintentional all-nighters months ago, as well as given up on the search to both the reason why you had such difficulty and as to how to solve it. Perhaps some psychologist would tell you that it was something to do with issues that your mind had. Perhaps a doctor would tell you to take pills or to exercise. Maybe your parents would convince you to use less time on the internet.
Whatever the cause and/ or correlation between your issue and what would effectively solve it, you had long ago given up on cures as well as bothering other people for help.
Which, if you humored your intuition, would also be an explanation for as to why your second problem having become so huge.
This 'problem' being the contemplation of an early ending to the inevitable.
God, you couldn't even bring to yourself saying the word 'suicide'.
It wasn't as if the world was up against you and that you had
Magician!EnglandxReader: Arthur the GreatArthur smiled as his eyes caught yours in the crowd. His confidence boosted tenfold as he started his next trick.
The crowd ‘ooo’d and ‘aww’d as Arthur finished his show. “Thank you, ladies and gentleman!” With that he left the stage and went backstage.
“Hello, Arthur,” you said as he walked through the door. You were lounging on his couch waiting for him to return from his show.
“_________,” he said smiling. Slowly he sat down next to you. “How have you been?” he asked kissing you gently.
“As good a wife can be while he husband has been away for so long,” you said giving him a small kiss on the nose.
Arthur smiled, “You could come with me you know?”
You pouted, “Would you really want your wife and three children with you as well?”
“Ma! Can we come in now?” Alfred called from outside the door.
“Sure,” you shouted back and all three boys ran in.
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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