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England X Reader Not That Drunk "Stupid Arthur…" you grumbled to yourself, taking another swig of your drink, effectively finishing your 4th beer. "…And that stupid, freakin' police force, I tell ya *hic* now, they've stolen my best friend!" Sighing, you crossed your arms on the bar and nestled your head in comfortably. When you felt someone gently tap you on the shoulder you looked up to see Mathias, a regular at the pub, grinning down at you. "Hey _____," he said, cheerfully running a hand through his sexy gelled up blonde hair. "Where's Sergeant Bushy-Brows?" You scoffed at the mention of Arthur and straightened up on your s

My Cutie, Iceland For the Disney Parks lovers Music I never put an author's note, but this contains visuals for comedic effect, so it would be funniest if you scrolled down one line at a time.    Today was finally the day! Every year, you go on a week long trip to Disneyland with the Nordic Five. You were all packed and almost ready to head over to their house. You walked past your fridge and smiled at the picture from last year.    It was a picture of the six of you on the roller coaster, California Screamin'. In the front, your loud Danish friend, Mathias had his arms in the air and was yelling at Lukas. The poor Norwegian, Lukas, wa

My Big Brother, Norway For the Norway fangirls (same) Music    "Big brother."    "Don't know you."    "Big brother."    "Not saying it."    "Big sister."    "You're not making any sense."    There they go again. The comedic duo, Lukas and Emil were doing the whole "big brother thing" again. That's what you and your Danish "friend", Mathias labeled it. The name stuck, so that's what the Nordics call it now. The whole thing was funny at first, then annoying, but now, nobody gives a puffin.    Of course, you secretly want Lukas to win his little argument. Why? You're a sadist. Just kidding. You may or may not have a thing for t

My Bae, Denmark For the other human beings who hate the word bae, God bless your beautiful souls Music    "There's no need to worry, dudette! Everyone's gonna love you!" Alfred reassured.    Why was he doing this? Well, you were about to go to a world meeting with him. You had heard about these meetings before and thought they sounded interesting; you always thought that bar fights were kind of entertaining. Besides, Alfred is a pretty attractive guy, so you were guessing his friends were just as gorgeous.    Man, you were never so happy to be right in your life. Well, you didn't meet any of them yet, but they looked attractive. You w

~~~~~Your POV~~~~~ It was your first day at this academy. You wanted to make an impression on everyone. You did your hair and makeup, and you wore your favorite pair of combat boots. You had to wear a uniform, but to you it was kinda your style: dark red plaid skirt, white formal dress shirt, and a black jacket with the school's logo on it. Before finding your first class, you search for a bathroom to make any adjustments on your makeup. You scan the map that the office gave you until you finally found one close by. You walk in to find a small group of girls staring at you with looks of disgust. You avoid them and go about your business to

If it was possible to bring her back, then I would give anything to have that. Even if it was my own life, nothing could compare to how important Anastasia was in my life. She was nothing more than I little girl; a princess, yet her dazzling smile had been carved into my heart. I dreamt the day that she would dance with me, holding onto my arms for protection. She would look up to me for safety and I would be more than willing to answer... ...but that was all taken away, and my Princess Anastasia was now gone. Even now, after over a hundred years, maybe even two hundred, I still mourn the loss. She was more than a princess; she was my heart

“Hey, ___-chan. Could I ask a favor of you?” You looked down to see the familiar face of Honey. School had ended an hour ago and your club activities had ended. You were heading to the entrance to get picked up and on your route you always passed Music Room 3. Also known as the Host Club. You usually walked by it every day with no problem, but today you were stopped by the Boy Lolita host. “Uh, sure, Honey.” He smiled brightly at your answer, taking your hand and dragging you into the room. “Thank you! You see, Takashi was up all night working on a project for class. He’s been super tired all day and when w

Oh dear God, why? You rolled over and groaned, the sudden movement sending a shock of pain through your lower abdomen. If there was any time you hated being female, now would be it. You couldn’t remember the last time you had cramps like this. It felt like some kind of rabid animal was trying to tear a hole through your stomach and to make matters worse, the pain killers you had taken earlier seemed to have no effect on the agony ripping its way through your body. You curled up into a fetal position, breathing through your nose as a wave of nausea hit you. Thank goodness your mother had let you stay home today, you just don’t know