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Part 8: A Hot Spanish Date, the Amusement Park, and One Amateur Spy Service Antonio snuck up behind you and snaked his arms around your waist. “(Name), don’t forget, we have our date tonight.” He purred in your ear. You turned around in his grip and put your arms around Antonio’s neck. “Where are we going?” You asked. Your boyfriend grinned. “The amusement park. They have churros.” You smiled and kissed Antonio on the cheek. “I’m looking forward to it~” ~Later~ Hope’s hazel eyes slid from you to Antonio and back again. “So you’re dating two people?&rdq

You were bouncing around on your bed, singing the lyrics of the song you were listening to when all of a sudden, your phone started ringing. You didn't want to stop singing so you first looked to see who it was. When you saw the name, you stopped your music completely. You chuckled to yourself then let it continue to ring til it stopped. You turned your music back on and got up to sing and dance at the same time until your phone ruined your performance. You didn't mind it. You giggled then spun around. "You keep calling. I don't answer!", you sang. The ringing stopped but started soon again. You held your phone up then decided to answer. "Why

~one week later!~ Your brother didn't talk to you the whole ride to school. He was still kind of disappointed in you for this but you obviously either didn't notice or didn't care that much. When you pulled up to the school, you fixed the hat on your head and smiled. "We here sis" "While we're at school, I'm your older brother, alright?", you corrected him. He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Lets just go. We most likely won't have to talk to each other at school anyway" "Yeah since I'm older and gonna be way cooler than you", you boasted as you exited the car. "You wish you were!" "Peace out bro!", you ran off inside the school. As you were

 Kiku curled his fingers around the cloth of (Name)'s jacket and tugged. The (h/t) looked over his shoulder, "What is it Keeks?" The man asked. He turned around. Kiku blushed up to his ears and fiddles with the edge of his shirt. "Ano..." His voice cracks a little. (Name) tilts his head but seems to read his poor flustered boyfriend's thoughts. "Does this have to do with boundaries?" (Name) knew Kiku well and his personal space was important in their relationship. They've been dating for a good year but they've only gone as far as cuddling and holding hands in private. Kiku blushed even more and nodded. "Alright, what about

Around midnight, or thirty minutes past midnight, you began to fall asleep. You rubbed your tired eyes, trying not to yawn. You were sitting next to blondie - who had properly introduced himself earlier as Ludwig - watching Alfred compete against Gilbert. You yawned, leaning against the larger male sitting beside you, and he glanced at you, lightly nudging you off so you leaned against Feliciano, who was already asleep. You wrapped your arms around the Italian male, clinging to him as he slept so heavily. You made a sound, as you felt Feli shift. You pouted in your sleep, as your dreams melted into angst. Kiku noticed you and Italy fell asl

FYI, THE MALE!READER IS STRAIGHT IN THIS FIC, AND HENCE REJECTS CHINA. Just thought you guys should know, since it was a bit vague and kinda upset some people. Sorry! The young, Chinese teenager sunk into his wooden desk chair, an inaudible sigh escaping his chapped lips. His hazel brown eyes were half lidded, and a light blush running across his cheeks, staining his face with an adorable shade of red. He was dressed in the usual boy's uniform of Gakuen Hetalia, an Academy that was viewed as one of the highest and best forms of education throughout the entire world. Due to this reputation, teenagers from all different countries attended her

2 years ago "(F/n) Im so tired" "...." "Why do they hurt us like this?" "They just can..." "It hurts..." "Schools almost over Matthew, just a bit more-" "But Luciano is in really bad shape..." "(F/n)... my hand hurts *sniff*" "The nurse isnt far from here, Matt help me carry-" "I found them!" "It's too late (F/n)..." "They have chains with them!" "We're going to be locked inside again..." "But its Saturday! No one will find us until Monday!" "....If anyone bothers to find us..." "(F/n)?" "Over here! Bring the cigars too!" "....Matthew, Luciano, go to the nurses office and wait until I come" "What are you-" "The Italians here too! Lets

(Country name) was currently running for her young life. Everywhere she looked was disaster. Her beautiful country was falling apart; almost everything was lying in ruins. Being such a young country, she didn’t know what to do.  The last of her soldiers were desperately trying to fight off the numerous enemy troops that invaded her home land. Her boss had cowardly fled the dying country, leaving her and her people venerable for the current overthrow and destruction. She knew she had to think of something fast to save her people. Why did this happen? What had she done wrong? She truly thought they cared for her. FLASHBACK: (C/N) was

Baby Talk (Hetalia x Reader) ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ *Warning; A little bit of swearing because Romano is in this :] Other than that hope you enjoy :3 ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ ~~~(Name POV)~~~ You were laid across Alfred’s sofa with your eyes shut as you listened to your friends bicker of god knows what, today you were all supposed to meet up and have fun and just hang out like friend are supposed to do but that seemed impossible with this lot. Opening your eyes you looked around the room seeing Arthur and Francis arguing as usual while Russia watched them with a chi

It is a very, very boring day for all of you. Sam is finishing up a book he found at a nearby bookstore, Dean is searching his way to find some cases in town, and you are chatting with Cas about teaching him certain human behaviors. It looks bleak until a light bulb goes off in your head. ~Time Skip~ You grin, "Hey guys. I got an idea on how to make this day less boring!" All eyes are on you. Sam raises a brow at you. Whenever he hears the word, 'idea', come out of your mouth, it's always a terrific recipe for disaster, regardless of whether the outcome is positive or negative.  "No, (y/n)." The taller Winchester protests, clamping the book