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Your head was leaning against the backboard of your bed, your ears attuned to the rushing noises of the cars on the street nearby. If you close your eyes, you could imagine yourself sitting in the middle of the road, staring up at the traffic light as it switched from red, to green, to yellow, and back to red again. An endless, repetitive, predictable cycle that gave you a sense of security.            You sigh and clunk your head against the headboard. You did it again, this time hard enough to leave a little bruise—a tender spot that you knew would be sore when you touched it later. But at least the temporary pain would distract you

[Please don't hate the others in the comments! You will know who I mean.] (Name) groaned, closing and putting aside her laptop then rolling off of the couch and onto the wooden floor below her. "Only Allied powers can attend the meeting, well excluding flying mint bunny which doesn't exist," She mocked a northern English accent, placing her hands on her eyebrows. The (h/c) haired girl sighed as she glared at the plain white ceiling, waiting for her American boyfriend to get back from a meeting. (Name)'s boss didn't want the country to be part of the "Allied powers" just allies to all of them... Yeah, it was complicated. Now (Country) had the

Germany x Reader: The First Fight Part Four Two Months Later     Even after being in a committed relationship, Ludwig Beilschmidt could not help getting jealous and mad when ___ ___ spoke to another man. He would often stand off the side, glaring at his lovers in poor taste. He wanted to make sure that she wouldn't leave him. Ludwig would get like this even with his brother - whom he knew was a wild flirt when it came to pretty women. Sure, ___ had turned him down before dating Ludwig many times, but was still persistent. Sometimes, his jealousy was so out of control, he would storm off in an angry rage and not return until later. He was ke

As the representation of the United States of America, Alfred Jones never cried. He always stood tall and proud, never wavering nor faltering and always bring freedom and justice wherever he goes. Being a country meant that you weren't supposed to show any signs of weakness- at least not in public. Being a country meant keeping a figure that your country men would look up to and admire. Being a country meant that you had to be strong despite all the troubles and continue to  push forward without regrets. Being a country meant a lot of things. But being a country was also painful. As Alfred stood out there in the battlefield with bloods

September, the month that kicked off the fall season. The month that brought the darker and longer nights, and the month that made it incredibly hard to wake up in the morning. _____ was snuggled deep under the  fluffy and warm covers, not even considering leaving her bed at all that day. She could hear the Autumn leaves rustle in the wind outside her bedroom window, she smiled to herself as she imagine the cold wind and the fact that she was not going to go outside to feel it. “Haha, stupid wind.” she mumbled to herself as she snuggled closer to the center of the bed until she bumped into something she assumed was someone's back.

Your knees shook. His green eyes pierced through the line of slaves, all chained together at the ankles and shoulders rubbing as their owner pressed and pushed against them, fussing them this way and that for the customers view. The pirate walked slowly down the line, boots clunking on the hardwood floor that was ice cold beneath your bare feet. He paused before you. Your owner jumped at the pirates interest, forcing the girl beside you out of the line. She lost her balance, falling to her knees. Tears shone in her brown eyes and she radiated so much fear that you could taste it on your tongue - it was acrid and turned your stomach. "She'

You and your boyfriend, Matt sat in your apartment's living room, cuddled up on the couch just watching television. Your hand felt around in the bowl of chips between the two of you. As the show went to commercial, you went to your thoughts for a minute and a weird one came to you. You turned to Matt, "Hey. When can I meet your family?" He looked down at you, "...Why would you want to do that?" You smacked your teeth, "Cause! We've been dating for like three months and I haven't met any of them! You've met all of my family." He sighed, "It's just...they're weird." You pushed his shoulder playfully, "Aww. I don't care about that! I just wa

I sat on a street floor watching the people who went on by me. They ignored me. Of course they would ignore me. It was winter…it was about three days before Christmas and in London everyone was taking care about their business. None cared about me. I sat down at the cold street floor, beaten up, all over were wounds and scars. I couldn’t take it anymore at home. My dad was an alcoholic. My mum was a drug addict. None cared about me. My brothers left as fast as possible. I wanted to help them but it ended up, that they started to hate me. They beat me, they abuse me…I never have felt any love in my 24 years of live. I looked