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You glare at the Prussian man as you shove your hand into the bag, pulling out a... Fur Bag? "Who-I-Wait..." you stutter, staring at the pouch, "What?" Shaking your head in confusion, you fail to notice an extremely drunk man approach you. But, you do notice when he lifts you over his shoulder. "99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer~" the Dane sang loudly as he walked over to the closet. "You throw those out, have shots all around, 99 bottles of beer on the ground!" Laughing hard at his own song, Denmark collapsed onto the closet floor, holding you on his lap. "Hej!" he laughed, burying his nose into your neck. "You are a pr

You stick your hand in, curious on what you'll pull out. You feel something interesting and grab it. It was a... Kitten? "Oh, no, no, Mr. Cat," you coo, stroking it's head and walking to the back porch, "You can't play with us." Smiling, you sit on the swinging bench, rocking slowly until you hear a gentle snore come from next to you. "Hm?" you look and see a sleeping Greek man. Carefully, you pat his head and put the cat in his face. "Greece~" you nudge him, "You lost your cuddle buddy." "Nah..." he groans, stretching across your lap, causing the kitten to scurry back into the house. You blush as he wraps his arms around your legs and bu

You stick your hand in, curious on what you'll pull out. You feel something interesting and grab it. It was a Good Luck Knot! You finger the soft, red silk when Prussia pushes you towards the closet. "Let me find him, wait here." he says, slamming the door shut. You puff your cheeks out and slide to the floor, playing with the lucky knot. Suddenly, the door swings open, spooking you and causing you to pull too hard on the knot and untie it. You hear someone else stumble into the closet and fall near where your feet were. "Seven minutes!" Prussia shouts as the door clicks shut again. "Are you alright?" you ask, moving to help the man, sil

You roll your eyes and stick your hand in, grabbing a Little Bottle of Maple Syrup! "This is actually really cute!" you giggle, fingering the maple leaf pressed into the glass, "Canada, is this yours?" "Um... ya..." he blushes, stepping towards you. "I didn't even know you came, bro!" America shouts as Prussia leads you to the closet. "No matter, even if you just can show up, stay in there for 7 minutes!" Prussia laughs, slamming the door shut. "I didn't just appear, I came with you, idiot." Canada says. glaring at the door. "I knew you were here." you said quietly. "You did?" he turns to face you, violet eyes wide in shock. "Well, y

SwedenxReader Birdhouse You sat impatiently at your kitchen table, waiting for your boyfriend, Sweden, to return. He had gone down to his workshop to finish cutting some wood. Because he finally had a day off, you wanted to do something with him. He suggested to build a birdhouse. You rested your head on the table, trying to take your mind off of Sweden. He had said he would be gone for only a few minutes, but 10 minutes had passed and you had not heard a word from him. Standing up, you decided to break the number one rule. You were going to go down to Sweden's workshop and find out what he was doing. Your hand was on the doorknob when yo

You cringe, you hand hovering over the hat. Suddenly, your hand flicks away. "I'm sorry but, I don't know what's in there! What if it's gross?" Prussia face palms and pulls out a... Celtic Cross. "Oh," you whisper, "It's beautiful..." "Thank ya, lass." an Irish voice replies, touching your shoulder, "Now, shall we?" Without waiting for you to respond, he grabs your hand and carefully leads you to the small room the game was played in. He could tell that you were nervous. "It's only seven minutes. No more, no less." Ireland said sweetly, sort of rubbing your shoulders. You closed you eyes as he began softly scratching. "Ok." you murmur, le

You roll your eyes and stick your hand in, grabbing an... Eyepatch Frowning, Prussia snatches the patch from you. "Shit..." "What?" you ask, trying to take it back as he hands it to Spain. "You don't mean that...?" the Spanish man says, green eyes widening. At Prussia's grim nod, Spain turns to you, a strained smile on his face. "Sweetie, put this back and grab something else before someone sees that you have-" "Too late, ye buffoons!" a old English pirate voice calls. "What?" you shout as someone throws you over their shoulder, their loose cotton shirt smelling of the sea. And booze. "England, have you been drinking?" you gasp as

[A/N: Follows little to no history so please be mindful of that. Thank you] "Francis, Antonio, Gilbert, lunch!~" You called your little countries, setting out the food. It was surprising how fast little kids move when their favorite meal is set down; Spain was munching on a tomato and some churros, France chomping on...snails..., and Gilbert chewing on a wurst. You gave a tired smile at them being adorable as always, giving a quick glare at the pile of work waiting for you. Having one young country was hard enough, but you were taking on 3! Letting a small sigh of relief of paperwork, you ate some (favorite food) quickly. "Maman?" your Fren

You excitedly reach your hand into the hat, wondering who you would get of the handsome men around you when you pulled out a... Pair of Wire Framed Glasses? Looking around the room, you notice that everyone who wore glasses was wearing them. Except for a tall, Swedish man who was talking to Finland. "Sweden, (Y/n) found your glasses!" Finland rejoiced. "Hm, thanks..." he put his glasses on and continued to talk to the Fin. "Um... actually..." you blush, looking at the hem of the dress that Veneziano got you, "You're supposed to go into the closet with me and-"Suddenly, a pair of strong arms lift you up, carrying you to the closet. "What

You furrow your eyebrows, determined to find something interesting. You grab what feels like a chain and it's... A Golden Coin on a Chain? "Who put a coin in here?" you ask, frowning, "It looks old..." "Ah! That would be mine!" a Spanish voice calls. Smiling lightly, you turn to face the Spainard, who was red faced and wearing a pirate hat. "Uh, Spain, you ok?" you ask, slightly nervous of the responce you'll get. "I may be a little drunk, chica. But I get to go into a closet with a mujer bonita so it's ok." he giggles slightly and pulls you to the closet. "Did I tell you that I am a pirata? A captian at that!" You laugh at him as the d

You stick your hand in, curious on what you'll pull out. You feel something interesting and grab it. It was a... Pink Nail Polish? You flip the bottle to real the label. Wicked Hipster Pink. "Poland!" you giggle, "I have your nail polish!" "Yay!" he squeals back, running at you and almost dragging you to the closet with you laughing the whole way. He sits on the ground once in there and you follow, sitting in front of him. Like, turn around, (Y/n)! I want to give you a massage!" he says, grabbing your shoulders and turning you. You bush as you stare at the wall, fighting your crush on the man as he rubbed his thumbs into your shoulders.

You furrow your eyebrows, determined to find something interesting. You grab what feels interesting and it's... A Little White Flag! "Veneziano? You're playing?" you gasp, a little surprised that the man you had a crush on would play such a perverse game. "Of course, it gives me a chance with a pretty lady like you!" he laughs, grabbing your hand and skipping to the closet. You can't help but giggle a little, his joy contagious. The door closes, leaving you and Veneziano chuckling against the walls of the small room. "Thank you, Veneziano, but I am only pretty because of all of the work you put into it!" you blush. "(Y/n), you are beauti

You were visiting your best friend, and crush, Italy today. He had invited you to spend the night and taste his new resepi for pasta. You hoped that it would go further but, you knew with his ignorance that it wouldnt get very far. Remembering all the other times you've tried to tell him that you felt more than just a friend sort of love, and having him reply that he loved you as a bestie or a sister too, you shuddered, feeling yourself sadden. Now, you were standing in front of the ignorant boy's home. The air smelt wonderful. The surroundings blowing sweet sent's your way. It was a beautiful day today! you concluded quietly knocking on his

AxisxreaderxAllies! Part 10 "(N-name) who's that?" You said nervously and baked a few steps so you almost bumped into Feliciano who stood right behind you. "I am a journalist" You said "Really? What is your name?" Ivan asked "ehm...." You stuttered, you facepalmed mentally you totally forgot your fake name "Well?" Fracis said "My name is-" "Ah (Fake name) there you are" You hear a voice behind you, you all turned around and see the guard you met earlier. "Eh yes here I am" You said "Oh sorry dude we thought you were someone else" Alfred said "No problem" You said "Have you done your interview?" the guard asked "interview?" Yao sai

You grimace at the hat, not wanting to put your hand in there. Slowly, you reach in and pull out a... Sakura Blossom Hair Pin Oh no. you think, blushing wildly, No, no, no. You look around, trying to find the silent man. You didn't know why but the stoic man had captured your heart and just the idea of being alone with him frightened you. Before you could think, you were in the closet. Alone. Well, not alone. You were with Japan. "Hello, (Y/n)." he nodded at you politely. "Ja-Japan..." you stare at your hands, trying (and failing) to get your blush under control. "Um, I guess this in yours?" you hold out the hair pin, hoping he can see i

Fanon and personal names!! America: Al(Allan) Jones Australia: Jared Kirkland Austria: Roland Edelstein Belarus: Natasha Arlovskaya Belgium: Beatrice Maes Canada: Matt(Matthieu) Williams China: Yang Wang Cuba: Martino Cruz Denmark: Markell Køhler Egypt: Ghazi Muhammad Hassan England: Oliver Kirkland Estonia: Egor von Bock Finland: Thurston Vainamoinen France: Francois Bonnefoy Germania: Sigmund Beilschmidt Germany: Lutz Beilschmidt Rome: Helmfried Vargas Hong Kong: Tai Yang Chun Hungary: Erzsebet Hedervary Holland/Netherlands: Henry Maes Hutt River: Richmond Kirkland Iceland: Egil Steillson North Italy/Italy: Fiorello V

2P!HetaliaXReaderX1P!Hetalia -  No Matter The Cost (Ch. 3) {Warning: Profanity } It had been a day since their Second Players had taken you and everything was getting worse for the former Axis and Allies. It was like all of their energy had been taken from them. All of them could feel the effect of you being in their hands. The one girl who had been there to aid them in wars, the one girl who was their best friend The one girl they loved. "Well, dudes. Anyone have any suggestions?" The usually loud and cheerful American had muttered, sorrow easily found in his tone. The eleven men in the room remained quiet, still grieving about

WARNING: There’s probably a swear down there somewhere. (I checked.. there’s lots...) There’s also implied smexiness. Not that you don’t love it. There's a little gore too. ^^ All the good stuff. And it’s kind of fluffy for 2p!America... I blame the economy. ~ This song has been in my head all day. Listen to it. Absorb the awesomeness that is even more awesome than the awesome Prussia’s awesomeness: link (You can tell it’s awesome because I said it four times.) ~ I hate the way you’re making me act around your friends, And the way you keep saying you won't let me in. Now I'm starving for you

You stick your hand in, curious on what you'll pull out. You feel something interesting and grab it. It was a Small Switchblade Gasping, you drop the object in horror, knowing exactly who it belonged to. "Listen (Y/n)," Prussia says, glancing around for the Italian man, "I didn't see that if you didn't-" "I saw it." you gulp bravely, walking to the closet, "Just find him. The sooner the better, please." Though you acted calm, you were terrified. The last time you saw Italy's 2p! he had given you a nice cut along your thigh. Licking you lips, you slip to the ground in the closet and close your eyes, waiting for 'Italy' to get there so tha

You groan and shove your hand into the old hat and pull out a... Hockey Stick Key Chain? "Canada?" you ask, confused, looking for the shy blonde that you haden't seen all night. "Not the one you were expecting." a gruff voice said from behind you. Spinning, you stare at the owner of the voice. He was tall, blonde and in a flannel. He looked exactly like Canada except he had no glasses and his hair was pulled back. "Oh..." you say, you voice quiet, "Hi." "Hey," he replies, bored already. Thankfully, there's always Prussia. "Both of you, in the closet now!" he shouts, causing you to squeek and take off to the dark room. Still, the new Can

You cringe, you hand hovering over the hat. Suddenly, your hand flicks away. "I'm sorry but, I don't know what's in there! What if it's gross?" Prussia face palms and pulls out a... Pair of Sunglasses "No, man!" America sighs, "You got my brother!" "Mattie?" you ask, cocking your head. "No," he glares at a guy leaning against the wall, "Him." The man smirks, pushing himself off the wall and walking over to you. "Never seen you before," his red eyes flick over your body, "I'd love to see more." You roll your eyes, "I am not going into the closet with him." His eyes narrow. Roughly grabbing your shoulders, he pushes you, backwards, into

CLANK A sound of metal brought you back from darkness. You didn’t remember what happened in the last few minutes. Were you sleeping? No, you’re not. You were standing right now and you breathed heavily like when you were afraid. But now, what were you afraid of? You looked around. You were in your shared flat. You shared this flat with your mean sister. Well, not real sister since you weren’t blood related to her. You looked at the stove... oh, you were making something earlier. It’s just food, so why were you dizzy? You sniffed and something really reeked of iron.  It was near, you knew that, but where was it coming

Laughing Jack x Reader ~Chapter Seven~ You, Destiny, Sierra (Past): 6 Years old You, Destiny, Sierra (Now): 17 Years old Laughing Jack: 18 Years old ~CONTAINS VERBAL/MATURE LANGUAGE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK~ .:Reader's POV:    You stared at the window before blinking once or twice, trying to see if this was just some terrible hallucination. Just as you blinked a second time, it was as if he was never there. "Stupid mind tricks..." You muttered under your breath in relief, feeling the hairs that once stood on your neck go back down as you walked over to the window and slung the bag over your shoulder and crawled out the window, landing on your

You groan and shove your hand into the old hat and pull out an... Evil Looking Koala Plush? "Ack! Australia!" England shouts, ripping it from your grip and chucking it at the approaching Aussie, "Don't put that where people can see it!" "Why?" he sneers, "you gave it to me, Dad." As they glare at each other, the rest of the nations stare and you, eyes wide, back into the closet, slowly closing the door. Then, Prussia stops it with his foot. "As great as your family reunions are, Australia, your date is starting without you." he calls, getting everyone's attention and the man grumbles, stomping over to the door. He steps in, not before hit

You cringe, you hand hovering over the hat. Suddenly, your hand flicks away. "I'm sorry but, I don't know what's in there! What if it's gross?" Prussia face palms and pulls out a... White Cross Pin! You feel your face heat up, knowing full well where that pin is from. Normally, it resides on your crush's jacket! "(Y/n)!" you hear him happily call, already in the closet. Of course, he only saw you as a sister figure. You muster up a smile and walk into the closet, shutting the door behind you. "Hey Finland." you hug him loosely before tugging away. "Are you ok?" he asks, probably truly concerned, but you didn't care. You were selfish. Yo

You roll your eyes and stick your hand in, grabbing a... Small Lolli Raising an eyebrow, you stare at Prussia, who just smirks. "Who's?" you say, boredly waiving the lolly around. "Ah! That," a deep, English voice responded, "Would be mine." You stared, confused as Sealand stepped from the crowd, looking so much like England but taller. Handsomer. "S-Sealand?" you gasp as the now adult nation took the lolli from you, unwrapping it and plopping it in his mouth. "Ya, hi (Y/n)!" he laughed, walking to the closet, "Hurry up, ok?" You stumble after him into the closet, only to be caught by his waiting arms. "So, now that I've grown up, guess

Tina said nothing for at least a minute. She just stood there in disbelief. She couldn't believe any of what she was seeing. She just stood there, trembling. You sighed. A little aggravated. How could she be afraid of something that she introduced you to? You slowly walked up to her then smacked her upside the head. When things like this happen, that usually does the trick to snap her back to reality. But...this was not an every day scenario and instead of Tina just shaking her head and going back to normal. She screamed as loud as she could. Slender Man quickly took out one of his tendrils and wrapped it around her jawline, just to cover her

You were walking on a long gravel road in the middle of a crisp Autumn night. It was October 31st, the day that demons and vampires roam the streets praying on the innocent mortals unwary of their presence. The faint glow of the moon above illuminated the path below your feet, you were on your way to a so called Halloween party at a supposed haunted house . You were in the spirit of Halloween though, you were dressed as your favourite element. You wore a dress that flowed in the Autumn breeze. You read the parchment invitation in your hands again, making sure you were going the right way. Inspecting the road in front of you, you saw a house

[Final Chapter] All the running made you tired and also you were lost. You felt like your running around in circles so you stopped running for a while. Suddenly, someone grabbed you from behind. It was Slenderman. "Let me go!" you bawled. "And why?" Slenderman questioned. "I want to go home!" you replied. " I already told you, this is your home." "No! I hate it here!" you whined. "You'll like it here, I promise." Slenderman said as he walked back to the mansion. You started crying, "No! I want my daddy!" "How about this..." Slenderman stopped on his tracks and put you down, "Tell me five thing that you and your father like to do. Th

You glare at the Prussian man, not saying a word. He smiles uneasily, chuckling lightly. "I'll... I'll just pick for you." he murmurs as he sticks his hand in the hat. Pulling his hand out, you see something catch the light. You crane your neck, trying to see what he grabbed, hoping that it was a certain man's item. Finally, Prussia holds it up and you sigh, seeing what it was. The item in Prussia's pale hand was a... Bright Red Fez You smack your forehead and go to the closet to wait for the Turk. You knew he was nothing more than a pervy old man. "Boo!" someone shouts, jumping on you and causing you both to fall to the ground. You did

Confused, you stick your hand into the hat. Your fingers brush something smooth and, deciding that it was odd, you grabbed it. Pulling it out, you see a... Saint Peter Coin. "The saint of fishermen? Who's...?" you murmur. "That would be mine." a calm voice interjected, his arms threading around your waist. You are frozen in place, this strange voice holding a spell over you. "Who...?" you spin to see the figure. "Ah!" you gasp, spinning into your best friend, Romania. "Did I tell you I had a scary vampire voice?" he chuckled, pinning you to his chest as he stumbled over to the closet. You giggling as you tried walk backwards, still press

“D-d-do you have to be here, _______-san?” Kiku asked timidly, nervously fidgeting. You sat on the couch, watching the HetaCorp employee working on Kiku. “Well, I don't have to but,” You grin at him, causing him to blush a little. “I want to.” “I-it's so embarrassing though... Having you see me like this....” Kiku mumbles. He was shirtless and a chunk of his abdomen's skin had been removed for easier access to his machinery. “Why aren't you embarrassed about her?” You laughed, pointing to the dark haired HetaCorp that had opened up his stomach and was tinkering with some parts. &

You opened the box, and gasped at what’s inside. It was Sweden Hetaloid. You smile and turn around to thank your parents politely. To be completely honest, you weren’t sure if this one was the best fit for you. I mean, he’s so quiet and intimidating… Anyways, the party continues as planned; surprised by your friends not surrounding the hetaloid like you suspected them to. Wierd. Once they all left, you waved goodbye to the final car pulling out of your driveway and closed the door softly, sighing once it was shut. You walked quietly towards the box your hetaloid was sent in, and carefully pulled out the instruc

You huddled under your blankets and wondered why you kept doing this to yourself. "This" being playing creepy video games late into the night and not being able to sleep because of it. It's like you wanted to worsen your mild fear of the dark. And this particular evening was especially horrible because there was a very bad thunderstorm going on outside. The lightning flashes illuminated your room and cast creepy shadows on your walls. "I am never playing that game again," you muttered to yourself, certain you would listen to yourself this time. As anther thunder crash shook your house, you squeaked and dived further into your sheets, hoping

  America poked his heads in one of the tents, surprised to see the German man up and moving. Both blue eyes locked for a second, sharing the same amount of worry and anger in them for the same reasons.   "Where is she Lud?" America said in a sharp tone.   "I told you not to call me zat." Germany rebutted, crossing his arms across his chest. "Ivan already took her avay from me so you can go."   America pushed the entrance of the tent open and stormed in, glaring at the slightly-taller German man,"I swear, if you did anything to hurt my little girl while I was gone-"   "It vas a mistake." Germany cut off, pushing A

And I'm Home 2 Germany x Reader Chapter 2: Singing, And Laughing, And Weird Accents. So I managed to capture Italy and (Country Name). But all that I'm hearing from Italy is the singing, and laughing, and the weird accents. While all I'm hearing from (Country Name) is...silence. I don't understand it. Why won't they escape? At least (Country Name) is glaring at me with contempt, unlike him. "Aren't you going to escape?" I ask. Italy smiles and shakes his head. "Why? I get fed and nobody picks on me! I like it here!" He replies. I sigh heavily before turning to (Country Name). "And what about you?" (Country Name) goes to stand by Italy.

You hummed quietly to yourself as you continued decorating for your favorite holiday: Christmas. You loved Christmas as did your best friend Finland (I mean come how how could he not love it, he's Santa!). You felt your face blushing as you thought of your next friend, but you quickly shrugged it off as you hung the stockings. "One for big brother Sweden- I just hope he likes my decorating- one for little Sealand, one for me, and finally one for Finland," you thought to yourself as you hung them up. "Aunty _____________! Aunty _____________! Can I help you finish decorating? Please?" A tiny voice asked from behind you and you turned to see yo