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The New Girl: HetaliaXReader Ch.9The New Girl: HetaliaXReader Ch.9 You stared at the screen of your laptop, gaping at the conversation that had just ended. Your laptop went bing before you could react;France has logged on France: hello, (y/n)~ I'm guessing you read ze log, no? (Y/n): yeah...and I don't even know what to say... (Y/n): and what's with all of the screen names? France: eh... France: Oh! We uh, use t'ose screen names because t'ose are t'e countries t'at we are all from! (Y/n): ok... Then I know some of those screen names... (Y/n): but what about "Prussia"? That country doesn't exist anymore right? France: t'at is true...but Gilbert is still Prussian. Your face went pale. Prussia was Gilbert? So...Gilbert liked you... Your brain started putting all the pieces together. In
The New Girl: HetaliaXReader Ch.6The New Girl: HetaliaXReader Ch.6 You headed up the stairs once again to your Art class, where you did almost nothing. But this time, you didn't exactly make it to class... You were walking down the hallway, almost to your Art class, when suddenly someone ran by you, shoving you into a locker, but before the guy could get away, you stuck your leg out and tripped him, causing him to crash into the ground. He grunted, then glared at you, but was weird was that he was glaring at you through a top half face mask. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" He screamed. You looked around, everyone seemed to be avoiding the pandemonium that had started. You sneered, "What's wrong with me? You shoved me into a locker you idiot! Watch where you're going!" The guy stood up groggily, but seemed to quickly recover after he was standing up tall. You squeaked when you saw how tall he was compared to you, not as tall as Ivan, but still tall, and his scary demean
The New Girl: HetaliaXReader Ch.2The New Girl: HetaliaXReader Ch.2 You were now walking down the narrow crowed hallway, bumping into students all over the place, causing you to stumble along the halls. You didn't want to be late for art. What sucked is that the art room was across the school from where your previous cooking class was. Bummer. You ran up the stairs, you really hated stairs...they mocked you, making you get tired easily which could possibly make you late, and you didn't want that at all. You took your phone out of your pocket and read the time; 2:45. You the realized you had two minutes left to get to class. You were now running down the halls as fast as you could, panting as if you had just ran across the whole school, oh...wait...you just did. So much for that stupid 'no running in the halls' rule. You reached your destination, with thirty seconds to spare. You swung the door open to se
The New Girl: HetaliaXReader Ch.8The New Girl: HetaliaXReader Ch.8 You pulled into your driveway, ready to jump out the door to see what Sadiq wanted. Once you were in your driveway you stopped the engine and shifted the gears to park. You threw open your door and jumped out. "Oi! Sadiq!" You yelled towards the Turkish guy who had his head down, he looked up when he heard your voice though. "(Y/n)...listen..." You interrupted him, running an aggravated hand through your (h/c) hair. "No. You listen to me. Get off my porch, and get away from my house..." You were saying all this slowly and calmly, so you wouldn't explode in rage. He looked up at you, sadness in his eyes. He had no mask, so you could see how his eyes seemed somewhat watery. "B-but (y/n), I'm..." "No!" Ouch...that sounded harsh even to you. You stood there, shocked by your own rudeness. "Eh...sorry." Sadiq shook his head. "No, I should be the one that is sorry. After all that had happened." &
AmericaXChild!Reader: Can We Play a Game? AmericaXChild!Reader: Can We Play a Game? "So, dudette, which movie are we watching tonight? Maybe a scary movie!?" The energetic American asked. You shook your head, you really didn't like scary movies, they gave you nightmares. Your mom and dad would be very angry with your babysitter, Alfred, if he let you watch a scary movie. "Aw c'mon!" Alfred looked at you with disappointed, sky blue eyes, yet he still had a toothy grin on his face. "They what do you wanna watch _______?" Alfred picked you up and lifted you up off the couch and into the air, looking up at you, which made you feel pretty tall. You giggled, "I don't want to watch a movie! I wanna play a game! Can we?" Alfred smiled, then plopped you back down onto the couch. "Sure! What game do you wanna play? Like