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Hetalia x Reader Seven Minutes In heavenSeven Minutes in heaven
Hetalia x Reader
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You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. The screen lighting up and the phone moving as it vibrates on your nightstand. You sigh and grab it, squinting as the phone lights up the dark room. You answer only to hear a certain “Kesesese! ____! Jou von’t believe vhat’s happening tonight.”
You sigh again. “What Gilbert? I’m trying to sleep and it’s only……” You turn to look at the clock. “It’s only 3 am you jerk! What the hell are you doing calling me this early?!”
“Kesesese! Zhere’s a party tonight at Alfred’s house, and jou know who is going to be zhere!” Gilbert replies while cackling evilly.
You blush wildly. He’d found out who your crush was during a truth-or-dare game. “S-shut up Gilbert!”
“Vell Frau, are jou coming or not?” He asks.
“I-I’ll come. What kind of people are going t
France x Reader-That Time AgainFrance x Reader-Ça Va
This is crack!
You peered from behind a thick fully bloomed rose bush at your best friend, Francis Bonnefoy. He was amazing in every sense of the word. Hair softer than a cloud, eyes brighter and more captivating than the sun, personality as crude as any Frenchman's. Did you say amazing in every sense of the word? Oops.
As of right now your best friend was currently flirting with this young man. Must be that time of day again.* You watched as Francis pulled out a rose and offered it to the obviously disgusted young man. The fact that he was making kissy faces at the man probably didn't help matters much. Time for you to spring into action, before your friend ends up resembling the French flag; red, white, blue and square all over (Get it? Because of swelling.lolimsoclever.). "OH! ÇA VA!"
Hetalia x Reader (The zoo!)His soft, amber hair that always smelled of tomatoes, and basil, felt so good between your fingers.
"Buongiorno, bella principessa!" He whispered as you opened your eyes, waking up in your bed alone. The same dream... You'd been having this dream for the last few weeks, being married to the boy you loved, Feliciano. You knew everything about him. He had an older brother, Romano Lovino Vargas. He was a hothead, but Feli loved him. Then, his best friends, Kiku and Ludwig, were always serious. He came from Italy, and loved to flirt. But he had a special place in his huge heart just for you, and he flirted the hardest with you. But, even though you two had been best friends for over four years, he wouldn't commit. Everytime you got close to him, something came up with Kiku, or Ludwig. He loved all of his friends, so why couldn't he ever show his love to you? You jumped as your cell phone started to ring. Answering it quickly, as your hair fell over your eyes, you stut
2P! HETALIA X READER PART 2 2p! hetalia x reader part 2
"CURSES! Zhey got avay!" Germany said "And it looks like zhey got a dame vith zhem " France said "V-VE zhat means they will...." Italy began "We know Itary " Japan said and they looked to the ground with their fists into balls "We all know" Britain said .
"DAMN THOSE 1P'S!!!" You heard America yell "Now now what did I say about swearing?" "SHUT THE FUCK UP ENGLAND!" you then heard the sound of a knife "My,my you have quite a naughty tounge , maybe if I cut it out you don't have to swear anymore " you heard England , you then opened your eyes "Ah you awake poppet , how did you sleep?" England asked putting his knife away " fine I guess " you said looking around the room that you where in 'Where are we?' you though
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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