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Still Too Loud Punkish!Norway x Reader "You're kidding, right? Yesterday?" "Yeah, what's wrong with it? Just keep it down, please." "Yesterday?" "Yeah, yesterday, Matt." you persisted. "But bro, I wasn't even home!" he whined, throwing his hands in the air. "Wait.... What?" you asked, as your gaze widened. "Yeah, Lukas was the only one home. You must have imagined it!" "But....." you whined, crossing your arms and leaning back into the couch. "....Fine." you pouted. The Dane chuckled, grinned and ruffled your hair, making you uncross your arms and try and get his hands away from doing more damage to your appearance with a 'Hey!'. The

Trying to make as little noise as possible, you tip toed quietly down the stairs towards the  Zwingli's kitchen. It was midnight, and you were sleeping over at your friend Lily's house. She had long since fallen asleep. You were trying to doze off as well, but were struck with a sudden desire for a cup of hot chocolate. So you sneaked out of her room, hoping to find some Swiss Miss in the kitchen. You hopped over to the kitchen cabinets, shuffling thought their contents with wrinkled eyebrows. You had no idea were they kept their hot chocolate, or if they even had any. This might be harder than it- "What are you doing here?" You spun arou

Alfred F. Jones, a guy with silky blond hair and blue eyes, sat on the couch comfortably busy texting or talking with someone in particular. He looked like he was enjoying himself, he had a huge grin on his face as he continued to type on his Iphone that had a Captain Ameirica case. He continued to type and type when he stopped upon seeing a reply. Sorry, but [Name] will never love you t(-.-t) Is it true? Alfred typed, carefully. He made sure to re-read if that phrase was true, afterall, you were his girlfriend; the best one he could ever wish for, atleast. Yes, stupid. Alfred raised a brow at the reply, his eyes filling with worry. Then

Hey Guys This is the first chapter of my HetaOni series, and also my first publishing on dA, I finally worked up the courage to do it! I was scared if I wrote this people might be like 'No, you're disgracing the game' or 'Stop, you're ruining HetaOni' But a Fan-girl can dream cant she? So here it is HetaOni (Italy x Reader) :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Why did you have to be so useless? Why did you have to be such a pain? All you could do was sit around, and watch others fight for their lives, while you had to be pushed away, like a bothersome child. You may only be a sma

  "Lovino."   "..."   "Lovino!"   "..."   "LOVINOLOVINOLOVINOLOVINO--"   "GODDAMMIT, DON'T SHOUT IN MY EAR _____!" the fuming Italian shouted as he bolted upright from his siesta. "Ugh, stupid ragazza..."   "Don't use bad language in front of me, Lovi," you said teasingly. "And hey! I am not a stupid... whatever ragazza is!"   "I'll use bad language whenever I want! And stop calling me Lovi!" Lovino growled, and then adding, "And ragazza means girl."   "Fine," you huffed, crossing your arms as you feigned fake anger. As planned, Lovino immediately felt bad and you inwardly chuckled as he struggled with his words.   "Look, I'm sorry f

.:Russia:. “Ivan, come on,” you groaned when Ivan would continually ignore you as he lay on the bed with his eyes closed and facing you. His features were peaceful as he ignored everything in his half-awake state, which annoyed you, a lot, “Get up and off your big, sexy ass already and go check up on the baby already...” Ivan immaturely chose to ignore you as you continued to complain, deciding to just encase you in his much stronger arms and chest to keep you from moving. He chuckled as he buried his face in you neck, quietly listening to your words as he lies there. You frowned at your husband and the sounds of you

         "I-Uh-I..I..", England stammered. Words were not forming.. WHY WEREN'T THEY FORMING? He bit is lips, eyes scanning aimlessly, You in his lap. Your big (e/c) eyes were filled with fear from your papa's angry expression. Silence wafted over the room, before France sucked in a large breath, "Why in holy hell did you violate my...!!!!!!-", Crying. You had began crying loudly, clinging on to England. You found Francis scary when he was yelling.     England panicked a bit. "Wh-Wh-What do I..?!", France strode over to him, and grabbed you in one swift movement. "Out!", Your papa pointed to the door. "But..!", "OUT." After that, Eng

“Watch it, loser!” “S-sorry.” You said quietly. “Yeah you better be, bitch!” You sighed and continued to walk down the school hallway. In the distance you could hear other students rolling their eyes and sneering in your direction. You were almost to your locker when you were suddenly shoved to the side so hard that you fell on the cold floor. You looked up and saw Gilbert pointing at you and laughing along with the other students who saw. “Stupid frau! How dare you get in the way of the awesome me.” He said proudly before catching up with his friends. You sighed as you lifted yourself up a

You're cleaning your bedroom, just vacuuming the carpet. That's until you think you hear a sudden scream. You unplug the vacuum and try to listen. Is that… Kiku? Another scream, louder this time, makes you run downstairs. And there he is. Kiku is sitting on top of the kitchen counter in a ball, practically hyperventilating. "Kiku…?" "____-_______!" He cries stuttering your name, he looks so close to actually crying. "Kiku… what's wrong...?" You ask in a concerned tone. Too scared to even speak, he just simply points behind you. You turn around, finding what scared Kiku to death: A big, fat cockroach. "Eww…" You sa

                Before reading, please take the time and read the description~                                   _________________  Sitting in the classroom with your chin resting upon the palm of your hand with some [h/c] hair grazing it on the sides, you watched the teacher as she droned on and on about the most boring things in the world.  You were a very studious boy but even sometimes you found yourself bored as well. Zoning out a bit, you tried listening in on the people behind you; Francis, Gilbert and Antonio.  It was a sure thing that you had your heart set on Gilbert, but in all seriousness, you were both completetly differe

 The only sounds that could be heard in her bedroom were hushed sobs of sorrow and anguish. There were shards of glass everywhere; some pieces reflected sunlight from the window.   ________ sat in huddled in the corner, cradling her injured fist to her chest.  Her choked sobs subsiding as she slowly recovered from her breakdown.  _________ didn’t know if she could continue living anymore. What was the point?  Everything around her said that she wasn’t good enough. She was tired of trying to reach the impossible goal of being perfect by societal standards.  She was tired of trying to be something she wasn’t in order to gain

He has always intrigued me. Ever since the first encounter, I've spent hours with him, trying to figure him out. I have been called a child prodigy by some. Music, math, arts, writing; you name it, I've attempted it. And not just in school. Fencing, tennis, judo, soccer, dance, javelin, archery, track, theater; I've done them all and not only triumphed, but excelled, putting in 110%. The point is, I'm rather smart. I've always been pretty good at reading people just by watching how they talk, interact,dress, their body movements, facial expressions; the world is a giant library, each person a book for me to peruse at my leisure. But not

Monsoon has visited your little hometown. It hardly ever rains back in your place. A few drizzles here and there. But when it does, it pours like it has been keeping all the water it collected just to shower it atop your heads. You sat in the middle of class, worry etched in your face. You didn't mind the rain. But you lived alone in a crummy apartment where it leaks from time to time. You were supposed to move out last week, but something came up and the money that was supposed to be for down payment for the new apartment won't be sent to you by your overseas parents till the week after the next. "A little dazed, are we?" A cold voice that

"And when she looked 'round ... the Cheese Burger ... was gone!!" Alfred said in a hushed, scary tone "America that wasn't scary" Arthur said, sighing "Scared the hell outta me!" Alfred said, shaking I sighed. Sometimes he could be so stupid. Only he would be terrified by something as trivial as food being misplaced. I only went on his silly camping trip because they said that [Name] was going too. I never told anyone, but I really liked her ... she was sweeter than Maple Syrup, and pretty too! I couldn't have been happier if I tried, because she was sitting next to me and she clung to me when she got scared "Your turn, Canadia!" Alfred s

 You walked through the narrow streets of downtown Spain, trying to figure out by memory where your best friend’s house was.  You moved to Spain about six months ago to attend a certain college that you’d been looking at for years, though you knew no spanish.  So you thought that you would find yourself a tutor.  Luckily, on your second day there, you met an interesting (and extremely good looking) fellow. Flashback (6 months ago)... Your stomach grumbled loudly and you clutched it, hoping that that would shut it up.  You looked around and spotted a little cafe a few blocks away from your apartment.  You ran over quickly and sl

     The kindest thing anyone had ever tried to do for Arthur Kirkland was break up with him, and that one was you.     You had swept into his life so suddenly, like a breath of fresh air to a cranky old Brit, and for so long you were both so happy--until the truth came out. The secret.     The beautiful.     Magical.     Wonderful secret.     That he was the literal personification of the UK. That there were personifications of every nation on Earth.     That he was immortal.     At first you had been delighted, of course, meeting all his charming foreign friends had made you feel giddy, understanding that on some level you we

        You put your hand into the hat and pull out vivid pink nail polish. "Oh I wonder who this could belong to." You look straight at Poland, who's to busy tormenting Lithuania to notice you had drawn his item. "Um Poland, I think it's your turn to go in the closet." Lithuania pointed at you, happy to have a moment free from Poland. "Like hi '____', why do you have my nail polish? Oh, It's totally my turn isn't it?" Poland rushed over to you and half dragged you into the closet.  "It's like totally awesome I got you, I was afraid I'd get someone like Ukraine or Belarus." Poland pulled you into a hug and shivered as if scared of something