Inner Demons ~AmericaXPossessed!ReaderXEngland-Chapter 1-
“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
CE: CanadaXReader .:Rolling Boy:.
Not again, You thought as you watched your boyfriend of a year stride towards the defenceless boy on the other side of the cafeteria with a look of determination clear as day on his face.
“James, stop,” You called after him, desperate to spare the other boy yet another beating; you couldn’t get your head around how he could stand it- if that had been you, you’d have broken under it all by now. This was all your fault; if you hadn’t spoken to him, then James probably wouldn’t have seen harmless Canadian boy, Matthew Williams as anything more than what everyone else saw him as; thin air. This was the sad truth; Matthew was invisible to everyone around him. Nobody ever spoke to him, people would knock him over in the corridors because they hadn’t seen him; you had been the first person to ever notice him. Unfortunately, as soon as you’d noticed him, so had James.
“No, babe; he needs to learn
Seven Minutes in Heaven-2P! SpainYou pulled out what looked like a black tie. You wondered who it could belong to, since there wasn't an obvious sign. As far as you knew, none of the countries owned a black tie. A hand was placed on your shoulder as someone spoke. "I believe that is me chica." The coldness in their voice made you shiver as you turned, meeting a pair of deceivingly mellow brown eyes.
He had darker hair and skin than his counterpart. Hair a dark chocolate brown and skin a deep bronze, he wore grey skinny jeans, with straps on his left thigh. He also wore a black vest and biker jacket, covering the tattoos that resided on his arms. You gulped a little. You guessed he was spanish, by his accent. A rattail was draped over his left shoulder, with what looked like a mauve ribbon holding it all together. He smiled at you, although you could tell it didn't have good intentions behind it.
The next thing you knew, you couldn't see, everything had gone dark. You then heard a door slam shut, alerting you to the fa
“You’ll never catch me!” you yell. “Give it back!” a certain Prussian shouts, chasing you down the street. Whenever you got bored, you would go and take something of Gilbert’s and make a run for it.
Once, you had stolen a bottle of his most precious and expensive beer, his “I’m Awesome” shirt, and now, currently, some kind of book that looks a lot like a diary. You decide to open and read this ‘diary’ making sure your running at full speed. You know that if he ever catches you, he’d tackle and tickle you. Oh how you hate being tickled.
“I, zhe avesome Gilbert Beilschmidt, has a crush on a girl zhat I have known for years now! I long for zhe day I can tell her mein feelings!” you shout behind you, mocking his accent. “Seriously Name, give it back!” “B-but I thought we were best friends!?”
You get to your treehouse and start climbing up the latter,
Prussia x Reader- The Awesome Prussia's DiaryA/N: This is my first fan fiction. I am sorry if it is terrible!
~ THE AWESOME PRUSSIA'S DIARY~
Date: XXXX 13 , 2013
Today, I was awesome as always. ____ and I played with Gilbird, my pet bird.
~ End of entry~
You were hanging out with Prussia today. You two were best friends and always helped each other out. Although it seems cliche, you were in love with him, you just didn't have the courage to tell him Not awesome, right?
Gilbird was on your head enjoying the view when you were playing Super Mario Bros.
“NO FAIR! I wanna be Mario!”
“Well tooooo bad!” You stuck out your tongue at him. You have been fighting like little kids over who got to be Mario. Who ever had the first WiiMote would play as Mario, and obviously, you had it. Prussia made his usual laugh, and showed you something that you would not ex
(2p!Italy x Reader) The Knife Game You had just finished reading all about The Knife Game. Oliver suggested it to you, so you decided to give it a try.
You grabbed a small paring (sp?) knife from the drawer under the sink and sat at the kitchen table, ready to play. You completely forgot that 2p!Italy was staying over at your house because there was something wrong with the plumbing at his house.
"Ohh, I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop chop chop..." you sang, darting the knife in the spaces between your fingers. "If I miss the spaces in between my fingers will come off! And if I hit my fingers, the blood will soon come out," You accidentally clipped your finger with the edge of the blade and winced, but ignored it. "But all the same I play this game 'cause that's what it's all abo-"
"What the hell are you doing ____?" you heard a voice. You jumped and