HetalianWeirdo

    You weren't a morning person.    "Ugh..." You groaned, and rolled over on the bed, a yawn falling from your lips as you groped the sheets. "Lud..?" The cold sheets woke you up, your (e/c) eyes opening wearily to be faced with a neatly folded bed. You sighed, sitting up with a trace of sleep in your eyes. You rubbed them, trying not to think of your boyfriend, Ludwig. You had been living with him for years now, and every day..    You'd wake up, and he wouldn't be home. You'd spend the whole day, alone. And you'd fall asleep before he'd get home, if he actually came home from where ever he went for work. You were...lonely.    You got up,

    Norway x Cat! Reader 　     "Cut the crap, _____! Who is he?!" Arthur yelled, bursting into your shared home. You jerked awake from a fitful nap on the couch, sitting up jerkily and attempting to stand before Arthur stood before you. He wore one of his usual angry expressions, yet you knew this time it was different. He seemed to slur his earlier words, and you could see he was shakily standing on his feet.       "You're drunk, Arthur, you need to calm down and-"     "DON'T BLOODY TELL ME WHAT TO DO, ______! I KNOW YOU'RE *hick* CHEATING ON ME!" Arther burst, hiccuping between his rant.     You and Arthur had been dating fro

    You awoke one summer day in a hot, murky forest. Bugs were flying every where when you sat up, and you felt revolted to know they had been on you while you slept. Tears brimming in your (e/c) eyes, you looked around anxiously for someone, anyone, but there was no one.       And you couldn't even remember your own name.       Gathering your wits, you clambered up on your small feet, wincing at the flash of pain from the twigs and rocks your feet endured.       'It could be worse!' you reminded yourself as you began to walk past tree after tree, noticing how each one looked like large, imposing figures to your small stature. It was almos

Cursing and bad jokes ahead, peoples. c:  The plan was simple; you didn't know who came up with the original idea, as it was passed around the brains of the organization before it was completed and structurally sound. Be sold into sex slavery, using a fake name and buyer, and wait at the victim's brothel before ending or taking him as he does you or another girl. It had worked many times with your members completely chosen to be the seductive, magnetic females (and not to be sexist or out done, males), but with your luck and bravado, it didn't work.        Now here you sat, after the embarrassing hours of paperwork and pretend harassment a

    "What the flying-!" You yelped, a hand flying to your heart in surprise and slight panic. The man - Mr. Russia - was from the dream! You blushed furiously, staring down at your little sandals. You felt a shadow creep around your vision, as quick as a curtin closing after a play, and you felt your consciousness wither as your surroundings faded to the darkness. "_____!" Was all you heard as you felt your knees buckle and your senses fail... 　 ...     "__-____, I'd like you to m-meet Mr. Russia." Your older brother squeaked from what seemed to be fear. You looked up as high as you could, so see a very, very tall man about 10 tim

   Warning: Cussing and sexual themes. Viewer discression is advised.     "..."    "...."    "......"    ".......What are we doing?"    "SHHHHH."    "Don't 'shhhhh' me, Ludwig, I'm pissed here!"    "Vell, ve're on a stealzh mission. So....SHHH."    "I thought we were going to Feli's house!"    "Ve vere. I saw a man leave her house and followed him to his home."    "Are you that paranoid that Feliciana's cheating on you? You've been dating for 7 months, and you honestly still don't trust her?"    "Nein."    "Why not?!"    "....She's a beautiful young frau..."    "So that automatically makes her cheating? Have you no trust?"    "

    "Mommy, what will we name him?" A fifteen year old girl cooed, holding an infant boy in her slender arms. Her (h/c) hair fell over one (e/c) eye, as they studied her new brother. The boy had tuffs of black hair on his head, and even now he had long eyelashes. The girl gazed down at the small boy in wonder, as if she couldn't believe she was not alone anymore. An annoyed grumble from her mother brought her back to her cruel reality.     "Shut up, _____! I don't care what that brat's name is. I don't even care if you named him Captian Fluffyfarts. All I am happy about is that I'm not fat anymore, no thanks to that little parasite." You fl

You sat in your seat in the middle of the meeting, twirling your pencil around your fingers absently. It was one of your meetings with the other countries, all of them, and not one seised to annoy you. Japan didn't ever want to accept your hugs or handshakes, Italy gave out too many of them to count, and Germany was just too uptight until you got him drunk off beer. You had once tried that...it didn't go so well. And the Allies - wow. There was that loud-mouthed American, who insisted that you were a hot babe. Well, apparently in his country that was considered a flattering complement, but that made you kick him where the sun doesn't shine a