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2p!America x Reader: I Don't Fear Death 'Extra'Warning, this can be confusing, also, Reader-chan and yourself are two different people, youll understand once you read it. And also, I promised to make this somewhere from chapter 31 when everyone started saying they wanted to kill Alfred for making Reader-chan suffer so much, so, if you were one of those people that wants to kick Alfreds butt, read this, or, if you were one of those who was crying through the whole thing feeling depressed, you could read this if you want just for fun. Oh, and Im in this, too >w< So, enjoy~!
Reader-chan walked happily down the sidewalk, it was just another normal and beautiful day out and she was hoping to spend such a great day at the central park where things are sure to be brilliant with life since spring was finally starting again! Though it was still chilly outside the sky had its sun with puffy white clouds decorating the world, a beautiful day indeed.
Now as Reader-chan finally made it to the central park she too
2p!America x Reader: I Don't Fear Death *End*Life.
A week had passed since your lost memories had finally reached your conscious mind once more and your life had finally been able to go back to normal. Or thats what some would believe and that was because your bright and loving smile had finally returned to your face with (e/c) sparkling with joy; no longer being always tired and sad or looking so lonesome. And in just a short week did your grades shoot up to flying colors making your college teachers feel so much relief from seeing their star pupil was back.
But even though to everyone did your life seem back to normal, as if nothing had ever happened, you felt as though your life was changed even if just the slightest. You felt that even more grateful for the things that you had, you had taken more care for those you had befriended, you saw things a bit more clearly making you more wise and caring, but even with all that change you continued to wish that Al, Artie, Francis and Matt would come back to you. To be a part of
2p!America x Reader: I Saved You From Death Ch.1(Sequel to 2p!America x Reader: I Don't Fear Death)
You understood the thought of suicide, you saw why it was so possible and that it was a persons own choice as to if they wanted to end their own life since it is their own but at the same time you thought it also wasnt their choice but just an emotional infection that affected the mind. You knew, absolutely knew, that the thoughts of suicide isnt really their own. A person isnt born thinking about such thoughts but is thought through as life goes on, an aftermath of all the things that have been placed in ones life from people or events. So, it was their choice but at the same time wasnt on whether or not they should commit suicide.
Even the thought of someone ending their own life because it was just so hard to continue living made your own heart ache; your sweet heart always felt the need to try and help. With seeing others in such depression to points of suicide o
2p!America x Reader: I Don't Fear Death Ch.39Missing.
As the days seemed to pass on by since you were found from your kidnapping you had felt as though something way too important had fled from your lift and went missing. But the thing was, no matter how many times you tried to remember you couldnt put your finger on it, and it was starting to really get to you.
So here you were, having another meeting with your therapist who was originally there to help you get over the fact that your were kidnapped and nearly murderer; though he quickly found out that being nearly murderer by kidnappers didnt affect you as you commented that youve never felt scared of dying when you were there. Your therapist had first thought that it was because you were depressed and stuff like that so you wouldnt mind dying and/or encouraged it to happen to you. It took you a while to convince him that you did enjoy life and that it was an amazing gift for you to be living, but you also said that if the time comes that you would have
2p!America x Reader: I Saved You From Death Ch.3Judgment.
You stood there between the two groups, feeling the negative thoughts of each group judging each other. It was easy to see, so easy you had no choice but to see, that each side was trying to find the worst out of the other with just the sight. You couldn’t understand as to why they were judging each other so negatively but you knew one thing; you wanted to stop all the glares being sent and the judgmental air.
You waved your waves a bit, trying to get the boys attention but it didn’t work; all eyes were still at judgmental focus. Seeing that wasn’t working you gave a cough, still nothing, so you did the next thing on your list, “U-Um, Lovino, Feliciano, Antonio…” The names caught their attention. With a relieved sigh you went over to Matt, “This is the Canadian, Matthew, but he likes to be called ‘Matt’…” You then motioned to Francis who stood next to the Canadian, “This here is the Frenchman, Francis
2p!America x Reader: I Saved You From Death Ch.7Hold.
For many minutes had you stayed in the arms of Lovino as he had held you tightly, refusing to let anyone else hold onto you. If one of the police officers tried to pick you up and away from him Lovino would snap at them to not take you and glare hell fires at them. The police, even if they had the authority to get you away from Lovino’s grasp, just backed away and kept you with your blonde Italian friend. These police officers saw no harm in letting Lovino keep a grip around you in his hug and figured that for the tense and stress that both you and Lovino must have been feeling the two of you staying by each other would be best to get you relaxed.
Also since the police noted that you didn’t look like you were in shock, which was a good sign and beneficial for everyone, it was more acceptable for Lovino to still keep his grasp around you. If you had been in shock from you near death experience than the police would have been forced to take you away from Lovino quickly
2p!America x Reader: I Saved You From Death Ch.2Action.
Your eyes slowly opened, the world seemed a blur as you coughed lightly. Your skin so pale people would have mistaken your sick body to be a ghost, but even if you were at the brink of dying you were still alive. Though a slight confused watched over your face, why had you woken up from your dreams?
You turned your head slightly to your right with the little strength you had and you saw the reason instantly. You gave a weak smile, as if to assure the crying man beside you, Dont worry, my dear, Ill get better but it was a lie, you knew, he knew, everyone knew you werent going to make it alive.
Sick with pestilence and disease your body was nearing its ending point but you had refused to show any tears. Though, even if you didnt shed a tear you dear one was trying terribly hard to as well, but it was easy to see the crystal tears that lay on the corners of his beautiful red eyes.
Stop lying, just stop it. Its hard e
GermanyxPreT!Country!ReaderxPrussia: Accept (1/2)You lounged on the office couch with your hands behind your head, you face bored and emotionless as you stared at the ceiling—it was another boring day of waiting for your boss but you didn’t like waiting. Waiting wasn’t really your thing, especially when your boss seems to call you in a few minutes earlier than when he actually arrives.
Though being in a place like this, the building where the president of your country works, you weren’t dressed the part of being here…like usual. One of your favorite baseball caps laying perfectly on your head, your (hair length) (hair color) locks of hair freely down, a black sweatshirt, jeans and simple slightly worn out sneakers was what you were wearing. You looked like an everyday preteen girl who had just came back from school that had nothing to do but sit around, sadly, that wasn’t the case. You were a country, or at least the personification of your country, (Country name).
After giving a sigh you s
2p!America x Reader: I Saved You From Death Ch.5Questions.
This brown haired woman that had asked such a venomous sounding question made you question who she was, and why she just absolutely hated your guts after meeting her for a minute. But questioning who was this woman wasn’t the only question that was flying in your mind, there were many others. Though if you were going to be able to ask a question and get answers you were going to answer some of their questions, starting with this one.
“Well, I came here to try and convince you to not give your lives away by jumping off this building. I’ve said it a few times already and I’ll continue to say it.” Your voice was calm and sure as you looked straight into the eyes of this woman, watching as her brown eyes turn darker with either disbelief and distrust or anger or maybe even both.
Again with her accent she spoke, “That can’t be the real reason why! You’re here because if you succeed in stopping our group suicide it’d go all ove
School Trip Dave x Reader [PART 3]School Trip
Dave x Reader
Time went by, you switched off from listening to Dave’s iPod, to having small conversations with him, to reading your book. It was nice, and you loved watching the girls in the front scowl at you when you and him laughed uncontrollably. Still, Dave was a pretty good person to talk to, even if it was just minimal. You decided you liked hanging around him, and you vowed to try and talk to him more when this trip was over. All of it seemed to crash around you when you started to feel sick, your head span and your stomach twisted. You give out a slight groan, and you could tell that Dave knew something was wrong.
That didn’t sound good. She held her stomach and gave another small groan and you could see the pain on her face. Placing your hand on her shoulder “Hey you ok?” you ask worried. She gives you a weak smile “Fine, I’m fine hehe.” Digging into her travel bag she pulled out a pair of shades and pu
School Trip Dave x Reader [PART 2]School Trip
Dave x Reader
[Name] didn’t talk much, which was cool you guess. She has her rights to remain silent. Didn’t stop you from trying to strike up a convo. “Sooooooo.” you breath out before taking a swig of apple juice. “Soooooooo.” She replied. Well that was a bust, quick try picking a topic.
“What book are you reading?”
“Warbreaker by Brandon Sanderson.”
“Sounds cool, what’s it about?”
“People who use color to fuel magic.”
“Huh.” Why was it so hard to get her to talk with you for more than thirty seconds? Giving a slight sigh you close the lid to your apple juice. You were running low and would need to buy more at the next pit stop. Turning to look at her again you decide to try one last time to start up a conversation. “Uhhhh do you like rap music?” she didn’t seem the type to like rap, but all you had left were your sick rhymes. “Depends on
School Trip Dave x Reader [PART 5]School Trip
Dave x Reader
You had tried to sleep, really you did, but your mind kept wondering to room 413 and a sick girl who slept there. You just left her there. HELL you didn’t even say goodnight. What was wrong with you? The sound of your brother’s snoring from the bed next to yours slightly drowned out your thoughts, but still not enough to help you sleep. Text Egbert? Sure! Why not!?
-dude, I can’t sleep-
You waited patiently for his reply. Five minutes past and you thought maybe he was sleeping, then your phone buzzed.
-do you even know what time it is?-
-1:00 am bro-
Really? You hadn’t realized it had been that long, time just seemed to blur together.
-whatever, I can’t even think of sleeping-
-let me guess, [Name] right?-
-what about her is bugging you-
-just try to get her off my mind-
-than I won’t help : B-
-better, now maybe you don
Feliciano desperately wrapped his arms around his brother’s waist and lifted as much as he could. “Help!” he screamed, clutching tighter. He didn’t even notice he was crying while he screamed nonsense.
Ludwig came pounding into the room first followed, much more quietly, by Kiku. After a momentary pause at the door to take in the situation, Ludwig rushed in and started trying to get the belt off of Lovino’s neck. Kiku stood behind Feliciano, nervously, looking around before moving towards the door and pulling out his cell phone.
Ludwig cursed at the belt which he couldn’t get off and grabbed ahold of the bar it was attached to instead. With four good jerks it finally broke out of the wall, sending plaster everywhere. Lovino’s body fell limply; Feliciano wasn’t strong enough to hold his brother up much. Holding the bar in one hand and picking up Lovino in his other arm. Feliciano followed Ludwig to the bed, crying in Italian the entire tim
You gasped, taking a step back and bringing a hand to your mouth. Gilbert. Why? Why did he want to kill himself? You didn’t know him well, but he had always seemed happy. As happy as any teenager could be anyway. But apparently you weren’t the best judge of people’s feelings, since he was here, standing in the middle of the gym pressing a gun against his temple.
You frantically began trying to decide what to do. There was no way you were going to just stand there and watch as another human being died. Especially not with all the jerks in the class cheering at him; the ones that weren’t as horror-struck as you anyway.
Gilbert had a brother. Ludwig. You knew him, not very well, but he was one of those guys that most people liked. His Germanic looks were pretty attention grabbing for the girls too-and the guys that were into that sort of thing. People always treated him with respect and usually noticed when he walked past them in the hall or wal
Price of Love-Slave!GreecexRoman!Reader part 17
Heracles smirked proudly as he watched the rabbit struggle under his arrow as he approached. His aim wasn’t great, but it was good enough to stop the creatures he hit from escaping. With a smooth stroke of the dagger that had been strapped into his belt, the rabbit stilled.
Albrecht nodded approvingly, watching the blood pool up slowly beneath the dead rodent. “Good enough, considering your little experience. You can easily survive off of the skills you have managed to develop. Over time, you will become much more adept.”
Heracles smiled slightly-he couldn’t help but feel a little proud of himself. Albrecht almost never gave praise of any kind to him, so he’d take what he could get. But then, he was used to never getting any sort of praise, having spent his life thus far as a slave and all. Slaves were expected to do very well, not praised for it. The only kind of feedback they ever got was negative. Once again Heracles remembered
Price of Love-Slave!GreecexRoman!Reader part 14
You stared at the river, wondering how in the world you could possibly hope to cross. Heracles stood next to you on the bank, watching the pair of unusual Germanics wading into the water. Gilbert strode in with all the arrogant confidence of a Roman centurion, while his father walked in behind him, keeping a wary eye on the Romans down-stream. They obviously knew how to swim, and you had to fight to keep from being angry that Gilbert could swim and you couldn’t. Of course, he was a boy and you were a woman so you weren’t supposed to be able to swim anyway, but you really wanted to hang on to the little pride you had left. Sadly, you could already feel it slipping away.
Suddenly you noticed Heracles was as unmoving as you were. You prayed he could swim.
“You can swim, can’t you?” you asked, more than a little afraid the answer would not be what you wanted to hear.
“I can… a little. Another slave showed me once when I was sent to th
Dreaming Reality |Prussia x Reader|You opened your eyes with a yawn, as small birds started to chirp. Was it morning already? They sang their early songs as if the whole world was their stage and you couldn't help yourself but smile at the cheerful melodies. It was, indeed, music that greeted your ears. And it was, indeed, morning. The night was gone and all that remembered you of the darkness and full moon was your cloudy vision and the nightgown you were wearing. A simple, but beautiful piece of cloth that framed your body - almost as if it was made just for you. It seemed so soft like the fluffy cotton clouds on sunny days and felt like the most expensive satin. You purred slightly and reached for the body next to you. The radiating warmth, melted with a soft note of cozy feelings, made your heart flutter as if your whole body could fly away any second. You felt free. More than that: You felt alive.
Everything around you was painted with innocent, foggy textures that illuminated the small room with bright rays of the
Reader x ZacharieYou opened the door to your room and sighed. Throwing your (bag color) bookbag onto the floor next to your bed stand, you flopped onto your bed, face-first into the pillow. It had been a shitty, awful week and today was no exception. You had Semester finals for (least favorite class), and you were certain that you failed it. You had also just gone through the pain of a break up. The spineless ass had the nerve to text it over you, only giving a few lines;
i think u need ur space
im dating sum1 else anyway
You sighed, on the verge of tears. Your phone made its signature (Notification sound), causing you to look up. You expected it to the that poor excuse for a human, but to your surprise it was your friend, Zacharie. You blushed at his name. You've always had a thing for him. You always thought he was nice and friendly, as he was the first one you became friends with since you moved here. You picked up your phone and read the text;
Heard what happened.
OMG NYOTALIA EPISODE COMING!Can you believe it? It's absolutely amazing! And guess what, it's going to be 20 minutes long!! And there is FEM!LATVIA who is so ADOOOOORABLE!!!! EAAAAH! SO CUTE! I love Latvia even more now just because his fem version is so cute. XD Anyways, the episode is coming out on the 26th, are you excited? You better be excited! Be excited with me, my fellow Hetalians! But Fem!America will always be my favorite just because she's the fem version of America XD She's the HEROINE after all~!//shot And I greatly respect Fem!Germany, I wonder if she'll be my fav. Hmmm, and Fem!Italy XD She's so tomboy, I can't wait to watch what she's like!!!
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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