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“B-but, but mom!” Yes, you were a grow man. Yes you could hold a house up and have a full time job. Yes you could do all those things. But, you still whined when your mother called you up and asked you to do something you didn’t want to. “No buts, (Name)!” Came her more then harsh reply. You groaned, very tempted to ‘accidentally’ press the ‘end’ button on your cell phone. Consequences be damned. “I really am very busy mom. I don’t have time for community service....” You glanced over at your office, seeing the looming pile of paperwork tower over the cherry oak wood

England opened the letter a snail’s pace. His emerald eyes darted across the paper reading it. The Brits massive eyebrows knitted together, clearly confused. “Come on already,” France snapped and plucked the letter from his hands. He read it and frowned. He mouthed an ‘O’. The other countries looked at them in anticipation.    “Are you gunna tell us?” America asked. England stayed silent and tense. “It’s Scotland,” France said quietly. A few others in the crowd made quiet noises, but most of them were unphased. “I bet he’s not even here,” England crossed his arms

Warning: . . . Prussia. ~~~~~ “Go ahead und choose, (Y/n).” You dug your hand around the bag, feeling something soft and wispy tickle your fingertips. You pulled it out—a yellow feather. Someone did a spit-take. The man who performed this act was heard gasping and coughing in the back, and everyone turned to the red-eyed, white-haired Prussian who stood. “Z-zat is mine,” His voice came out choked, still coughing from before. “Hallo, frau. I—I’m Gilbert Beilschmidt.” Gott…I have a child to take care of now. “Oh, mein Gott…” The blonde sighed, digging around th

“Go ahead und choose, (Y/n).” You reached into the bag, tiny hands grasping something hard like a rock. You pulled it out to reveal some…well…black rock. Arthur, still behind you, sighed in relief. “Scone! That’s mine!” He was secretly hoping you would get the scone. You smiled some, face still red from the earlier tantrum. At least you knew this man more than anyone else. But what kind of rock was called a scone? Is it like coal? Cuz’ it’s black and charred like coal. The crowd of people began to murmur amongst themselves, most conversations not necessarily about you, but they were fr

Warning: Prussia and Germany's drunk language ~~~~~“Go ahead und choose, (Y/n).” You reached inside, shuffling your hand around before clutching onto a hard and smooth something that fit between three of your fingers. You pulled it out: a cross necklace. The man holding the bag’s face went bright red as several people called to him. “Ve~! Congratulations, Germany!” A glare from the German made Feliciano nervous. “I-I mean Ludwig! Right, Ludwig, hehe…” “No vay mein un-awesome bruder gets to raise her!” “Good for you, Ludwig-san.”   You assumed this man, Ludwig, was

Prussia X Male!Reader: Helping to confess ______= name. Preferably a male name, because otherwise this could get pretty confusing.. e/c= eye color h/c= hair color You were at your best friend's place. Actually, both of your best friends lived there. Gilbert and Ludwig Beilschmidt. You three had always been friends, ever since elementary school and that friendship lasted even though first Gilbert got to high school, then you and Ludwig one year after you. Sure you got other friends too. Gilbert became a part of "the bad touch trio" which had Gilbert and a french man named Francis and a Spaniard named Antonio. Francis was bit of a flirt, Ant

There was always that one person who seemed to be interested in you, despite your disinterest in the world. You found him to be sweet. But, you were afraid that somehow, there would be something you did to drive him away. He always came to your local bookshop - at the exact time you came. He always looked in the same section as you. He always tried to strike up conversation. For that, you were grateful. One day, he came late. You were hoping he would have been there at the same time as you. Talking to someone always helped you to feel better, though, what you felt was never genuine. You were in your usual section, looking lazily over each

     You look at the UN building.  Time to go to a useless world meeting.  You sigh, walking into the building.  To put it straight, you’re depressed.  You were ignored and not even mentioned.  You loved playing the piano, more so than Austria.  You walk into the the meeting room, 20 minutes early, but still saw a lot of other countries there.  You walk to a seat and set your stuff down.  Another stupid day, is what you think looking at the window.  The meeting was held in England, so, of course, it was raining.  You turn from the window and see a piano sitting by it.  No one was playing, so you guess Austria wasn’t here yet.  You