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  For at least 2 weeks you were going to be unable to speak, due to throat surgery you had 2 days ago. Now you had to take a notepad and pen wherever you went. It got annoying after awhile, everybody tried asking you so many questions. Especially Alfred. He wouldn't leave you alone after he learned you couldn't speak. He wanted to hang out with you after the meeting. So you accepted his invite and went to his house as soon as possible. You were now on his porch and waiting for him to answer the door. "Hey _______! I'm glad you made it!" He exclaimed opening the door. You just smiled and walked in, taking in the smell of hamburgers. He grabs

Title: According To Plan Summary: Anime: Hetalia England x Reader Oneshot Commission for lexiepotter Credits: Hetalia and it's characters © Hidekaz Himaruya This story © RecklessAlbinoChibi You © Yourself, or whoever you want With the straw basket hung over his arm and a large smile upon his face, he continued walking down the smooth path. His clean white shirt fit semi-tightly on his body and his brown suit jacket hung over his shoulders. He knew that he'd probably be removing said jacket later on in the evening, as a romantic act towards his beloved girlfriend if she became cold. It was the sole reason he had even brought

Chapter 12: Building a Nocturnal Army He just stood there on the balcony, his lips pursed. He stood by the highest point of his looming tower from a hill, where he had the best view of the quiet night landscape of the town. A house stood among all the rest, and that was what the zombies had targeted. He grunted as he saw the front lawn of the house clear of zombies. He then turned his back as his lab coat flipped in sudden movement and went back inside. The inside was a vast room with glossy tiles. Experiments and machines were littered here and there, left and right. In the upper centre of the room (near the balcony) was a desk resembling

"(y/n)! (y/n)!" Hearing her name being yelled, the pregnant woman got off the couch and went to where the source of the voice came from. Standing at the entrance of her house was Ludwig holding her frozen husband by the arm. "What's wrong?" She asked, looking over both men for injuries. "This idiot has something to share with you." "Please Germany!" Feliciano cried, trying to escape from the German's hold. "No! You will tell her right this minute." "Feli," (y/n) said, her brows furrowing in worry,"Is there something wrong?" "Of course not bella! Germany is just bei-" "Do not lie to your wife Italy, be a man!" The stern blond snapped.

  For at least 2 weeks you were going to be unable to speak, due to throat surgery you had 2 days ago. Now you had to take a notepad and pen wherever you went. It got annoying after awhile, everybody tried asking you so many questions. Especially Alfred. He wouldn't leave you alone after he learned you couldn't speak. He wanted to hang out with you after the meeting. So you accepted his invite and went to his house as soon as possible. You were now on his porch and waiting for him to answer the door. "Hey _______! I'm glad you made it!" He exclaimed opening the door. You just smiled and walked in, taking in the smell of hamburgers. He grabs

Layton could count on one hand the times in his life when he felt nervous. They were applying to attend Gressenheller University, the approval of his Master's thesis for his degree, and his first day of teaching. He'll be adding a fourth to his small list today--possibly a fifth. After five months of patient waiting, he was getting married. (y/n) had been right the night they went ice skating with Flora. He had little to worry about as he spoke with her parents privately on Christmas Eve. Mrs. (l/n) could barely contain her joy when Hershel asked for their daughter's hand in marriage. Without hesitation Mr. (l/n) gave Layton his blessing, kn

Mikey 4 days in and so far so good. You and April stopped ordering pizza in fear that it might draw the guys. You always grew ridged and tense whenever you heard the pizza delivery scooter zoom by outside at night. One early evening, when the sun was almost set, you, April and Casey were on the apartment rooftop; chilling, listening to Casey’s boom box and chatting about school and life. Then April said, “We better go inside, the boys will be out on night patrol by now.” “Don’t sweat it,” Casey assured. “You guys have me to protect you.” But just then you guy’s heard a large crash. You an