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.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
Drunk!EnglandXReader:SavedDrunk!EnglandXReader: Saved You were exhausted. It had been a long day at your job and now, you were here drinking your stress away. Not the best way to solve problems, but it was one of the easiest. You weren't drunken yet...but you felt a little fuzzy. You were about to chug down another alcohol filled drink, when you heard shouting from behind you. You turned your head. There, sat a blond haired Brit yelling nonsense, and pushing a guy who tried to take him out of the bar. The man wasn't affected by the Brit's attempt to get him away. "Sir, you need to leave." The Brit's emerald eyes grew wide with anger and shock. "I nee' to leave?" His words were slurred. "YOU NEE' TO LEAVE! CAN'T YOU SEE I JUST WANNA DRINK?!" The man rolled his eyes, grabbed the Brit's jacket, and walked him towards the door. "H-HEY! WUT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOIN'?! PUT ME DOWN YOU BLOODEH' GIT!" The man
Welcome To Night Vale Theories I was thinking deeply about Welcome To Night Vale, and I had came up with some ideas that are obviously not true, but were just conjured up by my train of thought. Since the theories have been buzzing in the back of my mind, I'd thought that I'd share them with people. (sorry if this seems crazy, but here we go!)Delusional Disorder Theory: 1. Cecil suffers from Delusional Disorder, explaining why Night Vale is such a crazy place of fiction, conjured up from Cecil's own mind. 2. Carlos is Cecil's most prefered doctor. He is kind and has patience in Cecil's recovery, unlike his other doctor, Kevin, who is pushy and tries to fix Cecil in his own way. 3. Koshek is a cat that is part of the wallpaper on the wall in the men's bathroom. 4. The Glow Cloud is just a light on the ceiling that looks like a cloud. 5. In the Welcome To Night Vale broadcast, "Cassette" Cecil claims not to remember having a m
My Percabeth Reunion "PERSEUS. JACKSON." The voice was so loud and commanding that everyone in the crowd who had only just been greeting Jason turned their attention toward the gangplank of the Argo II. On it was a rather small girl (small for the size of the voice that came out of her mouth) with curly blond hair and gray eyes so piercing they could be seen clearly from people on the very edge of the gathering. She had placed her hands firmly on her hips and was glaring into the crowd at one person in particular: the newly elected praetor, Percy Jackson. When she spotted him, her eyes narrowed and she stormed down the plank. The crowd parted around her as if she were bending them all back with sheer willpower, until no one stood in the way of her and Percy. It escaped no one's notice that Percy managed to cower quite effectively in front of this girl who was obviously not to be underestimated. The girl marched toward Percy.