Inner Demons ~AmericaXPossessed!ReaderXEngland-Chapter 1-~You~“You guys ready?” I called from the kitchen. Arthur and I had come to the brilliant conclusion of faking a sèance to scare the pants off of Alfred. It was a little game of revenge for making us stay up for six hours to watch horror movies with him.“Are you sure you want to do this guys?” Al asked. “I mean, it’s already 11:30 and you both still look pretty tired…”“Don’t worry Alfred, I feel bad for snapping at you earlier, so I want to make it up to you.” I said holding up a box. “With this!” Al looked super excited until I took the ouija board out and set it in front of us.“What’s this? Is it like a game or something?” Alfred asked.“It’s called an ouija board dim-wit. You use it to communicate with the dead.” Arthur piped.“What we do is we each put our hands on this thing,” I held up the communicator, “ask the spirits a quest
I'm Ok~Hetalia x Reader Ch. 3The Allies?Do Better~Say Anything (Y/N) somehow managed to not kill Gilbert but there was still so much time left in the day. It was nearing the end of fourth period and the pest was still flirting with girls. Was there no end to his “charms?” The girl had already started to pack up in hopes that she could escape the classroom before the fangirls gathered around Gilbert and blocked her way to lunch. However, even shooting up and attempting to sprint towards the door did not help. The horde of brainless fans had somehow been faster. Now, they were again blocking the door. (Y/N) let a rather loud groan out. 'Come on! I'm starving and want to get to lunch!' She mentally shouted at all the annoying followers. (Y/N), who was doing very good not punching anyone in the face, clutched (F/N)'s hand and forced through the crowd. Right as they were about to get out of t
I'm Ok~Hetalia x Reader Ch.5Weekend FriendsI Don't Wanna Be in Love(Dance Floor Anthem)~Good Charlotte Ah, the weekend. How (Y/N) loved the weekend. No dumb school. No drama to deal with. “(Y/N), wake up already!” “No…” (Y/N) grumbled still half-asleep. She sighed as she knew her mother wouldn’t stop pestering her and the later she stayed up, the more of mama bear’s anger she would have to suffer. The girl reached for her iPod which was resting near her pillow. 1:07?! She wanted to get up at 10! She shook her head trying to get the last bits of sleepiness cleared from her head. Quickly, she got up, ran to her room, threw on an outfit, and grabbed her wallet and bag. “Where are you going?” her mother asked as (Y/N) headed for the backdoor. This caused the girl to let out a long, annoyed, over exaggerated sigh.
Seven minutes in heaven-Scotland"_______ got...Scotland?" Alfred asked himself. You looked at the packet of ciggarettes(?) and looked over at the red haired Kirkland brother. He was leaning against the nearest wall, ciggarette in his mouth and looking at you. He was wearing torn up jeans, a t-shirt with his flag on it and a thick leather jacket. You stood up and he smiled."Come on then lass." (Is that welsh?!) He said, opening the door for you. You smiled. He was as much of a gentleman as his brother. You walked in and he closed the door behind you both. You could smell the smoke and wrinkled your nose."You do know they are bad for you." You said, taking the ciggarette out of his mouth and stubbing it out on one of the walls. You saw him frown and reach for the packet you had in your hands. You held it behind you."You're not smoking in here. I don't like the smell." You said. You saw him raise an eyebrow then smile."Oh really? We'll see about that." He said, before pulling you into a kiss. That surprised you grea
America x Crushed! Reader Three Years from Now Ch2You were in your bed for mostly the whole night, not wanting to join Arthur and the others to the after party. You glanced at the digital clock on the drawer stand and saw it was now nine thirty PM.You sighed in rage for not being asleep at this late hour, but you did it as lightly as possible because the walls were apparently thin so you heard muffled conversations from the other side of the room.As much as you (not really) tried to be supportive that Alfred moved on, you still couldn't shake the annoying feeling like something was completely wrong in this whole idea of him marrying to Natalia.You tossed and turned and mumbled yourself on your bed, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep and forget the dumb idea that had become your worst nightmare coming true.Questions carried on to flood in your brain, drunken itself with many as you shut your eyes hard and tight to avoid any attention to them. As much as you wanted to sleep, your subconscious thought otherwise.Was it po