hetaoni-sama

EDIT AGAIN: GUESS WHO'S BACK BITCHES?! WARNING! This is swearing in this! But we have Romano is this chapter, so whaddya expect? Please be aware that I own nothing of this story, not even you - the story line itself is merely an idea slung together from other's I have read myself. Some of the arguing I have taken from various sources, and do not claim to be my own idea. Feel free to use as you wish. LATEST UPDATE: France has now been written! *** ‘GET OUT! GET OUT YOU DISGUISTING GIRL! YOU LAZY, USELESS, UGLY PATHETIC CHILD!’ You felt your shoulder come into contact with the cold cerement of the pavement, and a white-hot pain

WARNING: Some swearing involved! (But not too much thanks to Ollie and his wonderful swear jar) *** Something long and wooden brushed your fingers, and you grasped it, pulling it out. ‘A-A mini hockey stick?’ asked England. ‘Canada, was this you?’ The usually invisible country shook his head furiously, eyeing it with fear etched in his face. ‘It was me.’ Heads snapped as the rest of the meeting realised the group in the corner. One stepped forwards, black shades pushed on top of the messy blonde hair, violet eyes flashing dangerously as the tall Canadian walked over, red Mountie jacket hung loosely on

You were probably the next one since these other ladies seemed to lack what it took to play this game. You walked up tho the top hat and stuck your hand inside it. You felt everyones eyes on your form, but you didn't really give a fuck if they were looking at you or not. You were never really a shy person and attention didn't cause you any problems. On the contrary, everyone could look at you as much as their soul bared to. You didn't care who you got as long as you got to play. Catch that, you didn't really care about the game either, but it was over as soon as you would pick your item. It was like tearing away a bandage. I caught the first

„Tino.“ you drawled, poking the shoulder of your Finnish boyfriend of a couple of months while he was reading a book, sitting next to you on the couch in the living room of the house he lived in with his four brothers. Poke! Tino put the book down on his lap and looked at you, smiling warmly. „What's on, rakkaani?“ he asked, playing with a lock of your (length) (colour) hair. „I'm bored.“ Poke! His violet eyes began to sparkle with joy. „Let's go out, then, rakkaani! We can go into the park nearby with Hanatamago!“ You groaned reluctantly, squinting at the blinding sun outside the window.

It was your birthday. one of the best days of your life. What you've been asking for though, was a Hetaloid. But, you didn't know which one you wanted, there was to many to pick from. They were the most popular things of the century, some of your friends even had some. you invited (friend #1),(friend #2), and (friend #3) to celebrate your birthday with you. Of course, your family as well. ~*baby timeskip of Prussian awesomeness*~ so now it was time presents. one of your most favorite times of any birthday party. "______~ open mine first~!" (friend #1) yelled. After that, all of your friends had a miniature fight of whose present you shou

       The cool evening air hung upon ____'s shoulders. She shivered, but continued to press forward, her sneakers gently tapping on the the sidewalk. Normally, she would avoid parties, her boyfriend typically didn't want to have anything to do with them. She could still remember how much he spited her party attitude. Honestly, it was innocent - she liked seeing her friends drunk. That was all she liked about them. Now that she and her boyfriend were broken up - she could go to all the parties, since she knew he wasn't going to be there. Fortunately, Alfred had actually invited her to his New Years' Party. They didn't really talk much at scho

"Ah! You again!" you pointed your finger at the brown haired Italian man. "Oh, it's you aga-" before he could even finish his sentence, he started running as you chase him around, "What do you want from me?!" "My lasagna!" you yelled. "What?! Lutz! Stop her!" As soon as he said that, you were lift uop in the air by a man with a scar beneath his left eye which extends across his cheek. He sighed, "Why are you scared of a little girl?" "I'm not scared! It's just that she creeps me out!" "But the girl looks normal to me." a Japanese man said. "Put me down!" you yelled. "Why? So you can run of and call the police?" the man with the scars

Notes: -- Yay! First ending of the final chapter for {The Wanted}! I hope you all enjoy Japan. ^^ Germany will be next. :3 And these won't be very long, so just a heads up :P Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or You* -- You opened your eyes to see ruby red eyes, partially covered in black bangs. The eyes were locked onto the thick rope encaging your body, his slim, pale fingers carefully working the knot loose. "Japan?" you breathed quietly, looking at him with a questioning look on your face. He didn't look up; in fact, he closed his eyes with a slightly aggravated sigh. Reopening his eyes, he looked to the side as he leaned over, grabbi

  Knock! Knock knock!  A low grumble escaped your aching throat as the constant sound of knocking at your door made your head throb. You'd barely noticed that you had fallen asleep the night before on the couch, tissues littering the floor and coffee table.  "Maybe she's still asleep?"  "Ve~ she could've stepped out!"  "I sent her a text before saying we were on our way."  A task as simple as sitting up proved to be too difficult - maybe if your head wasn't banging like a drum and the room didn't start spinning when you moved. If they were really worried, then they could use the spare key (lord knows they've broken in on other occas

Chapter 1: A Demon Summoning “SantoRita-MeitoMeida-RingoJonnaTito-Marlen-Jacklatoya-JanetteMichael-DumbleDora-TheExplora…SantoRita-MeitoMeida-RingoJonnaTito-Marlen-…Jacklatoya-JanetteMichael-DumbleDora-TheExplora…..I’ve summoned you from the depths of Hell… SHOW YOURSELF!!!”[1] _________ glared at the pentagram on the floor, one arm holding firm to an old spell-book tucked away in the crook of her arm, the other clung to the nape of her [f/c] cloak. You watched as the pentagram started to glow a bright [s/c] and slowly a figure started to form from the shadows that absorbed into it. Suddenly a s

"Let's have you next darling! You look like you need a man in your life!" Flavio said while taking your hand and helping you out from your girls's group. You smiled at the Italian and winked at him, "Honey, I have a man. He just doesn't know it yet~!" Flavio chuckled at that and escorted you to the top hat. He let go of your hand and lifted the hat in front of you. With a confident smirk you plunged your hand inside and started to dig around for your item. Unlike others you knew what you where looking for. You saw him place it there himself. When you think you finally grasped the item you were searching for you pulled it out to daylight for

Another party at Alfred’s home. it was the fifth only this month! and of course the American with the craze for junk food had dragged you to all five. So, even tonight, you showed up at the door of his house with a (f/c) dress and you knocked. you felt a deafening noise of loud music coming from inside the house. the door suddenly opened and an overly euphoric country dragged you into the house "dude!it was the time! hey guys! look who's here! "he pushed you into the house, making you stumble on the carpet of the living room. finding nothing on which to lean, you finished long stretch on the lap of someone sitting on the couch "... kes

Full Title: I'm Not Hot for Teacher (I'm Hot for You) 15 WARNING!  This is part 15.  Part 1 can be found here: Teacher!GermanyXReader: I'm Not Hot for Teacher Or if you missed part 14, find it here: Teacher!GermanyXReader: I'm Not Hot for Teacher 14 RECAP!  Your college visit is over!  Luddy suggested going to dinner to end the tour, and you went to an old favorite place of his, but a flirty waitress sort of put a damper on it for you for a little while.  She brought your dinners and left, though, and now you're enjoying a meal with Luddy <3 STORY TIME! ~~~~~~~~~~ You and Ludwig ate your meals together in peace, and he told you more about

2p Italy x Odd Reader You have feelings too Part 4 Warning:Triggers Flashback 13 years old Though I grew up in a mafia family, both my parents loved me dearly and cared for me. I was a happy little girl, with not a care in the world. Whenever my parents would come back from a mission, they would bring me a souvenir.  They provide me with good food, good education and good health care, though they taught me how to use weapons at seven years old. We were a perfect family, though there are secrets that were untold to me but I didn’t care. I had my loving family and there was nothing fate can do to separate us. Til one night…̷

“Brother, why don’t you let her go?” Yekaterina asked, her large, innocent eyes the size of the moon. Ivan or, Mr. Braginski, didn’t answer, looking at the laptop, staring at Alfred’s picture. It was as if he tuning her soft voice out, dragging her words into another direction. “Is it because of her?” She continued while her hands went up to her chest as her fingers intertwined with each other. Ivan’s face turned beat red, not with blush, but with contempt. “I told you many of times not to bring her into anything! Yekaterina, you better get away from me now!” He cried, throwing his

Romano X Reader~ The Girl Next Door You were always the girl next door, the one who Lovino could never summon up the courage to talk to. And when he did get the courage, you were out. You were out most of the time, so it was fair for Lovino to assume you had a pretty big social life. One day when Lovino came home, Feliciano was sitting on the couch next to a blanket that looked like it had been around someone. "Someone here?" he asked. Feliciano turned to him and nodded "Si~ The girl from- a next door, (Name)." he said, less bubbly then he usually was. Lovinos heart beat picked up dramatically. "She's- a pretty upset, so please be nice." t

"Daddy?" "Yes Lili?" "Why don't I have a brother?" "Because you need a mommy to have a brother." "Why don't I have a mommy?" Lili's father's tone went from relaxed to serious. "You don't have a mommy because you killed her." He stood up from the chair he was sitting in and put the newspaper he was reading down. "Go to your room now, Lili. I'm going to work." Lili's father grabbed his briefcase and headed for the door. Lili sat on the ground where she had been playing before and asked, "Daddy?" "What is it, Lili?" "Can you get me a brother?" He said nothing, instead he walked out the door and left her there. She stood up and ran