And then he turned and left.
I was alone, again! Tears threatened to spill down my cheeks as I watched Alfred's retreating back. He had just left me, and for who? Some idiotic, bleach-blonde popular bitch. Squeezing my eyes shut, I turned on heel and ran. And ran, and ran, and ran. Finally, I stopped.
And then it hit me again.
He left me.
Tears spilled out over my cheeks, dripping onto the ground. I curled up into a ball on the asphalt, not caring who saw me or what happened to me. I didn't care anymore. I could never care again.
I was afraid...
...and alone.
And then he turned and left.
I was alone, again! Tears threatened to spill down my cheeks as I watched Alfred's retreating back. He had just left me, and for who? Some idiotic, bleach-blonde popular bitch. Squeezing my eyes shut, I turned on heel and ran. And ran, and ran, and ran. Finally, I stopped.
And then it hit me again.
He left me.
Tears spilled out over my cheeks, dripping onto the ground. I curled up into a ball on the asphalt, not caring who saw me or what happened to me. I didn't care anymore. I could never care again.
I was afraid...
...and alone.
The Top 10 Ways To Piss off Nations by NummyKittens, literature
Literature
The Top 10 Ways To Piss off Nations
10. Bring up a war. Especially to Britain.
Me: REVOLUTION! WHOOO! WE WON B*TCH! FREEDOM! FREEEDOM!
Britain: ...GET THE F*CK AWAY FROM ME.
9. Stare at them endlessly before whispering that you're gay for them.
Me: ...
Russia: ...
Me:...
Russia: ...
Me: ...I'mgayforyou.
Russia: GO. NOW.
8. Casually remind them of who's the best nation in the world.
Me: Felinetina was smart, nearly everyone lived in good conditions, there-
Austria: GET THE F*CK OUT OF MY ROOM.
7. Sing the most annoying song you can think of with stereotypes.
Me: I THINK I LOVE YOU MORE THAN THE, JAPANESE LOVE TENTACLE PORN, AND WE SHOULD-
Japan: JUST STOP. NO. JUS
Gilbert sat in the living room of his house, glancing up at the door every so often. He was waiting for Matthew, who was supposed to come visit him today, but he was ten minutes late. He couldn't help but be worried; Matthew was rarely ever late. Where was he? His cell phone began to ring, and he sighed, and looked at the caller ID, expecting it to be Matthew. He frowned when it read 'Elizabeta' on it. He flipped it open and answered it. "Hello?"
"Gilbert..?" Elizabeta sounded uncertain.
"What is it, Lizzy?"
"I have... Some bad news."
Gilbert frowned. "...What?"
"...Matthew is in the hospital. He's very ill." Gilbert didn't say anything
Canada smiled slightly as he slid the pan into the oven and closed it carefully, then pushed the timer button and set it with small beeps coming from the machine.
He sighed contentedly and picked up Kumijirou, carrying him into the living room and setting him down on the couch. Canada sat down on the couch and yawned slightly.
The door opened for a moment then closed, and Canada instantly knew it was either America... Or Prussia. He blushed lightly at the thought of the Albino.
Said Prussian walked into the living room, looking at Canada curiously. " The awesome me smells cookies... You can cook something other than Pancakes?!" He gasped
Romano x Reader The Curl by vampsandghosts, literature
Literature
Romano x Reader The Curl
Bang Bang Bang
"What the hell is that?"
Romano slowly got up from the couch he was having his siesta on and walked to the door. He was just about to open it when-
Bang Bang Bang
"Lovino! Let me in! I know you took it! Give me my tomato seeds back!"
The Italian stopped himself from opening the door and frowned. It was [Name]. Shit. He really didn't want to deal with this right now. He was missing his siesta because of you. Screw it. He would just tell you he didn't know what he was talking about. Hopefully you would buy it and go bug someone else.
Lovino sighed and turned the knob, opening the door. 'Lets get this over with.'
"What the
Canada x Reader- Mint Flavored by ZheAwesomeCat, literature
Literature
Canada x Reader- Mint Flavored
Canada x Reader
Mint Flavored
I squirmed in my seat. I was sitting on a chair with a velvet cushion. I looked around the room. There was a chandelier above the long mahogany meeting table. 'What a fancy place..' I looked around the room. 'So many different people gathered in one room just for a conference! This World Conference thing IS really big, huh?' I peer at the young man sitting in front of me. He wore glasses and had fairly long blonde hair. There was a curly sprout on the top of his head, similar to Alfred's cowlick, but his sprout was drooping down. And, he was holding onto a white teddy bear. Nobody looked at him or talked to him
I melt whenever I'm around you-Canada x Reader by Mew-Ayame, literature
Literature
I melt whenever I'm around you-Canada x Reader
Beeeeeeeeeeeep! Beeeeeeeeeeep!
The alarm clock rings loudly, waking me from my peaceful slumber. I groggily sit up, hitting the snooze button with a loud yawn, then stretching my arms upward for a small moment to relieve some of my muscles. Wiping the crust from my still sleepy eyes, a sudden thought came running through my mind, or, shall I say, you came to mind.
I immediately feel my face redden, bringing the covers up to my chin as if to hide the fact I'm completely flustered. You always were the first thing I thought about whenever waking up, well, actually, I can never seem to get your adorable face out of my mind. It's like you've per
...I'm not gone yet, so I'm strong.
...I haven't screamed, so I'm brave.
...I can't break any further, so I'm a survivor.
...I won't hurt any more, so I'm tough.
...and you haven't killed me yet, so you won't kill me now.
Why are you beating down on me?
I've done my best.
I try.
I've done everything I can to fight.
Nothing is working.
Friends?
I'm a third wheel.
Family?
They think I'm insane.
Boyfriend?
He ignores me. We've never even gone on a date.
I can't help seeing all the wrong in my life.
But I fight.
So life?
FUCK. YOU.
And I thought... Holy shit... there is no reason I smile.
Fuck. Gimme a reason to smile!
You know that I'm a crazy BITCH! I do what I want when I feel like it.
Yup, that's me.