Pirate!England x Reader ~ Deceive Her (CH7)
WARNING!: This chapter may contain blood, some violence and sexy nations crying.... Maybe....Please keep hands inside the vehicle and enjoy the ride!
You heard Arthur yell something, but it sounded like it came from miles away, eventhough he was just on the other side of the room. you couldn't say anything and you couldn't move, your head was spinning and you had the feeling that if you'd open your mouth, you would trow up. 'I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive.' You kept repeating in your head. 'I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive.' But why? How could you still be alive? Wasn't Antonio about to kill you just a second ago? Why did he stop? He knew that he was still right in front of you since you could feel his warm breath on your skin, but he didn't move. You heard that Arthur was calling your name, but you didn't answer. Your brain wasn't working properly it was like half of you has already
Shit was right. It was all over your shoe. Why must dogs have buttholes?
The little Chihuahua was wagging his tail happily as if he was enjoying your moment of your pain. That little pup did nothing but play around with you, running away from you the moment you go near it.
Poochie was lucky that he was a certain someone’s favorite pet. Pet didn’t quite cut it; the dog was like her child, her pampered, spoiled child. Carie was a spoiled brat herself, getting supported by her rich parents even at the age of 24. She was nice enough to pay you a large amount to watch her pet for the day while she was away. If you weren’t in need of money, you wouldn’t even be doing this.
Your mother wanted to mold you into a smart, sharp, responsible adult and her great idea to do that was to make you work for money, a reality you already knew about years ago. Great, instead of spending your summer lazing around in your room, you were here stuck with a dog you wan
.:Broken Promise:. AmericaxReader pt3A/N: Hmm, okay yeah this is gonna have more than 4 parts (Warning, mild cursing don't like don't read) (Also notify me of typos and errors)
The two of you stay there, huddled in one another's arms as he waits, somewhat impatiently, for you to formulate your answer. You let a small sigh escape your lips as you glance up at him, to see the sincerity in his eyes. Immediately, you look down and nod slightly.
"Yes, I f-forgive you..." you whisper, almost inaudible at this point. He holds you closer, his entire being filled with pure joy. "But," you begin, causing him to falter a bit, as his face becomes serious, "on one c-condition..." you continue, your voice still quiet as ever.
He nods frantically. Damn, he'd do anything to get you back, absolutely anything, even if he had to jump into shark infested waters. "I'll do anything." he replies simply, loosening his grip, only to look you in the eyes.
"You have t-to be able to p-prove it
2P!Hetalia x Reader - Insanity Part ThreeYou wake up in a frilly, pink, sparkly, and most of all fabulous! bedroom which you loved instantly.
"Pretty..........", you murmured to yourself.
At the sound of your voice, the blonde man that kidnapped you woke up from his spot on the floor.
"Hello bella!", he grinned.
You were still a bit groggy from the chloroform, so you mumbled, "Luci, what happened to your hair?"
The man smiled, "Darling, I'm not Luciano. I am his fratello, Flavio Vargas!!", he said with a flourish that screamed, "I'M FABULOUS!!!"
"What's so funny bella?", Flavio asked, confused by your amusement.
"You talk funny, just like Luci!", you said with yet another giggle.
"Hey! Its-a just because I am-a Italian!!", he growled.
You stood up, tripped, and accidentally pulled Flavio's curl as you fell. He unexpectedly jumped on top of you.
"That was a bad idea, bella.", Flavio said huskily.
You growled, and flipped him over.
"You wanna play that way?", he said with an evil and lustful grin.
2P AmericaX Kidnapped Reader I stood behind my husband to be. He was yelling at a man for not paying him the money he needed. He lied to the man saying I was pregnant and I needed more food.
I wasn't really. But extra money can't be so bad....I was use to this. I have been here for about...maybe three months. How did I get here?
(Oh fuck a flash a flash back)
I was walking home from school. I didn't really wanna go home...nor be at school. There was no place for me around here. I just wanted to run away. My friends are always busy. Never having time for me. They worry I'm falling into depression. I can't talk that much because my dad ruined my throat because he smokes. There was no abuse...surprisingly.
I had to go through the woods behind the school to get home...I decided I would take a break. I sat down at a tree stump. I take out my sketch book. I start drawing Ney from the Servant of Evil. I liked her. Sure she gossip. But she did Allen a favor. I hear someone w
Hetaoni!Italy x Reader Chapter SixChapter Six : I Swear This Isn't Filler
"Vhat? You found a key and didn't say anything?" Prussia demands, glaring at you.
"I just remembered..." You mumble. If you tell them what happened it'll only be suspicious. How do you even explain how a key magicked itself into your pocket from a dream?
"How did you-"
"Don't-a pick on San Marino, Prussia. She's-a had a tough day." Italy buts in, surprising you once again with his bravery.
"Yeah... Fine... Sorry, Mari." Prussia says taking the key from you.
They key does open a room. In one corner there are two queen sized beds that have been shoved together. On the other side of the room, shoved in the corner closest to the door is a desk. On the same side of the room, in the opposite corner are three narrow dressers all squeezed together. In the opposite corner of the wall where the beds are a row of bookshelves. In the center of the farthest wall is a fireplace. In the middle of the room is a large ta
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When Arthur came back, you had eaten and cleaned up as much as you could using the pan of water you noticed what felt like so long ago. And he had brought dresses that were much more elegant than what you were used to. They were gorgeous dresses with fine embroidery and lace and silk, but you didn’t dare think of how the pirate had gotten them. He had also bought you a few nightgowns, which were by far simpler, despite their equally high quality.
So you chose to only wear the nightgowns. It wasn’t as if you’d be walking amongst the crew and Arthur would be the only one to ever see you unless he was out. You disliked how well the dresses fit.
Your time on the ship was a blur of days and days of restless sleeping and sitting awake, longing for a chance to touch solid ground again. When you did, however, it was not an occasion to celebrate.
Arthur had been growing increasingly restless and aggravated over the days, sometimes not sl