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Every step, every breath My heart beats faster Blood rushing through my veins Adrenaline charging it even more He draws ever closer Eyes large and black as night. My brain floods with sinister thoughts Faster, faster, faster Everywhere I turn His ghostly figure is there Watching, waiting for the opportunity to strike His voice calls to me while I dream Pulling me further, deeper Faster into the dark His name is one I do not know Simply I call him ‘Master’ Faster, faster, faster Everywhere I go he is there In the dark corners of my mind he lingers Down hallways winding ever so far In doorways or dark crevices. Just a gla

Author's Note: Happy birthday, my dear Prussia!:3 So you all voted, and it turns out it's fluff! So here I go with the fluffy story! Ja, I am too lazy and too awesome for accents! Enjoy~! Prussia x Reader "Hey guys! Guess what day it is?!" exclaimed Gilbert, slamming the kitchen table in your house with the rest of the BTT. You all raised an eyebrow, though it was just an act and you guys knew what day today actually was. "Uh...Saturday?" replied Antonio, taking a bite of tomato. "What? No! Well yeah, but NO!" said Gilbert, flailing his arms, like he was signaling. "Then...what is it?" you asked, putting down your drink. He rolled his

~(Third Person P.O.V.)~  There standing in a living room of a small house, was a (h/c) woman. You. You had just finished wrapping your boyfriends presents for Christmas. Yeah it is a little late to wrap them the day before Christmas but your boyfriend kept hanging around you for the last few days. Tonight, him and his three brothers went out for some holiday caroling so that gave you the whole afternoon to wrap his Christmas presents. Personally you believe his brother Arthur was dragging him out for you to do just such, but it doesn't really matter. You placed the last box you wrapped under your giant tree, right when Alfred opened the doo

Author's Note: I ALMOST THOUGHT I COULDN'T FIT THE TITLE. And guess what, I don't think I can stand not writing Hetalia for a month so I'm still writing it. I seriously need to stop making series and start only making one shots. GAH dammit. I felt like writing this... Enjoy~! Prussia x Chubby!Reader "Hey, frau...do you have someone you like?" Gilbert asked. Oh god. You know how this goes, right? The guy asks if you like someone, then you say yeah and it's obviously him, and he says he likes someone too, and the girl gets the wrong idea, and the guy ends up with the girl, the end. Hey, that's what happens in the fanfics! How about real lif

"Come on (your name) dude, ya have to watch it with me!!" You sighed into your phone as the loud obnoxious American that was on the other line. Alfred was your best friend, he's always been, and right now he was trying to get you to come to his house and watch this new scary movie with him. You knew Alfred was a total wimp when it came to anything remotely scary as you gave a light giggle as he continued to plea through the phone. You decided to stop torturing him and just go, you'd probably go anyway. You loved to spend time with him especially since you've developed a crush on your longtime friend. "Alright, alright Alfred, I'll go!" You

Author's Note: I promised myself that no more new series! But...I WANNA.OAO I had an idea so yeah. This may or may not be a series. This is kinda based on something that actually happened to me...but I'll alter it a bit. He was a good friend of mine, we loved to talk about pokemon and other stuff and he liked wolves.:3 We talked a lot at first, but then he just began to say "yeah..." or "okay..." to whatever I said. After a while, he got banned for role playing, which sucked. (role playing wasn't allowed on there) It's been...a year and a half or so, surprisingly. This actually happened to another guy I met on that same website.DX POOR THEM!

~Read the description before this, but if you know your american history then don't bother, you'll catch on eventually~! (This is a mix of Hetalia and the actual happenings that had gone on during the Revolutionary War) Your eyes met the blazes and the flames that were engulfing the colony of New York. It was a great establishment, why did Arthur decide to burn it all? To show that he still had power over America? That he was still his brother? Sighing, you picked up your rifle from the ground and started running to catch up with your troop. You were a Red Coat, a British solider and a damn good one at that. You, obviously, were the only wom