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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

*This is a work of fiction. The story is made up and has not actually happened to the people it is based on.     “Well, Nick just cancelled, too.”     Link pulled the phone away from his ear and set it on the counter. His voice was tinged with disappointment, though he tried to hide it. Rhett had known his friend for far too long not to notice.     “I dunno, Link, do you still want to do this? I don’t think this trip will be a good idea with just the two of us.”     Since moving to Los Angeles, both of them had taken up hiking, although it was more of Link’s thing. For the last two months they had b

You sat there looking at each one of their expectant faces their eyes were on you and it made you nervous, your heart was beating fast and you face flushed a bright red as you eyes finally fell on him. Kyoya Ootori, you didn't know when he became the one you fell the the most strongly about. Everyone looked to him and your eyes moved quickly away from him "I don't know what your talking about you guys." You don't know if it s the way he acts or if its his cool, calm, and  collected personality but something about him made you blush. Slowly you looked back up and came face to face with his grey piercing eyes. Jumping you knocked over a chair

It's 7:30 PM on a Friday night, you get out of the shower and the song "Hero" by Skillet starts to play off my cellphone. 'Why is Alfred calling me?' you think wrapping yourself in a towel and picking up your cellphone. "Hey Alfred, what's up?" You ask. "Hey [Name]! I'm having a party over at my place, you should come over and join us!" Alfred says yelling slightly. "Sure, see you in a little while!" You say happily then hang up. You finsih drying yourself off then change into a cute [f/c] mini skirt, with a black tank-top; you go into your bathroom and blow-dry your hair. Your long [h/c] hair falls down in gentle waves, you make sure yo

It was a beautiful morning today. [Name] was sprawled out on her bed, thinking about how she should get out of bed. She was still in her pajamas, which consisted of a baggy t-shirt and bottoms. But she was quite tired, so she decided against it. In fact, she was trying to drift back into dream land, maybe getting another hour or two of rest. However, her boyfriend Lovino wasn’t having any of that. He strolled right into his girlfriend’s room, pausing to look at her sleeping state. He let out an annoyed sigh before making his way to her window, flinging the curtains open so the sun would shine down on her face. “Wake up rag

LEGEND (name) = your name (h/c) = hair colour (e/c) = eye colour (f/c) = favourite colour warning: swearing, possible OOCness, sensitive topics (underage smoking), non-sexual spanking of a minor _________ Your fingers wrapped tightly around a plastic bag, you let out a sigh as you walked, your worn-out sneakers tapping against the heated sidewalk. It was sweltering hot, in the prime of summer. You had just finished purchasing some things from the local grocery store, food necessities and such. Though, you were hoping to get home as soon as possible before you fainted from dehydration. You knew you should've drank that bottled water be

Author’s note: This story is based on the song: Don’t Stand So Close To Me. If you haven’t listened to it, I suggest you listen to it first. It would help with the flow of the story. Thank you. You’re just an average high school senior. The year has been pretty rough since you had all the pressure of graduation hanging on your shoulders, but there was one class that made the year a bit enjoyable…your 12th grade English class. It wasn’t the subject that you loved…it was the teacher, Arthur Kirkland. You had the biggest crush on him. His accent, his emerald eyes, and his passionate personality made y

Latvia stood there for a moment or two in some form of shock. Nervously, he swallowed a bit shakily before his brain completely registered what he had just taken in. There had been a  naked  woman in Mr. Russia’s house for crying out loud! Touching his beet-red, warm face, Latvia thought about what he should do. Did Mr. Russia know there had been a stark naked woman in his home? Perhaps he should go wake him up and see… No…  the Latvian thought, gulping at the thought of waking up Russia.  Maybe Mr. Russia knew she was here; maybe she’s one of his weird friends… No, Mr. Russia doesn’t have friends! May

"I don't-a get it. Why do you always a-try to get a-me and Feliciano together, I hate-a that imbecile!" "You don't mean that, Lovi..." "Yes, I do a-mean it! I hate him and his damned potato-eater boyfriend, the one with the constipated face and the over-a-compensating muscles... And don't-a call me that! I swear, you're-a gonna drive me crazy with that!" You sighed, knowing it was best not to argue Feli's sexual orientation with his older brother, who refused to be convinced of anything, ever. You did not think the relationship between the German and the Northern Italian was anything like that, but Lovino obviously thought different. Once

A prize for Italia19. Enjoy the Prussian awesomeness! Please support me and buy a copy of this for only 10 points! (Remember, the bought copies don't require internet to read and don't have all of this beginning crap~ ;)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Prussia X Shy!Male!Reader: Because I Can/Mr. Timid ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ March 5th. The first day of another school. Or, should I say, the first day of embarrassment and laughter... Being noticed. That's the one thing you wanted more than anything. No matter how many times you and your family had moved, no teacher, student,

"Bloody hamburger eating pig!" "Flying mint bunny seeing facehole!" They were at it again. Afred F. Jones and Arthur Kirkland never seemed to get along, though they were complete and utter opposites, so it wasn't a surprise, really. A loud, obnoxious eater of all unhealthy foods and a cheerful personality. When this collided with a haughty, rude eater of all scones with an irratible personality.......Well, it was like setting off an atomic bomb, to say the least. Throw in the fact that Alfred was your big brother and Arthur was currently dating you and you had a recipe for hell. They certainly picked a shitty time to argue, though, seeing

 “Your majesty?” You opened the door slightly. “You wanted to see me?” You had been working as a maid in the castle for five years and had been appointed as the King’s personal maid. You found yourself lucky. The King you served was very fair and never raised a hand against you or any of the other maids. You were happy doing your job for your King. King Ludwig turned to face you as he heard you come in. “Ah (Name) there you are.” His blonde hair was pushed back perfectly and for once he wasn’t wearing his red velvet and gold crown. You spotted the crown sitting on his bedside table and his jac

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

Intro …Germany. It was startlingly late at night when your eyelids shot open, your vision temporarily blurred from grogginess as your phone’s ringtone blared from your nightstand. Propping yourself up into a sitting position with a groan, you rubbed your eyes. “Really?” you croaked, irritation evident in your words as you reached out for the device. “Why is someone calling at this ungodly hour?” Attempting to glance at the caller ID to see who was calling, you squeaked once your eyes were met with the bright screen of your phone, instantly causing you to reel back and wait until your eyes adjusted to t

 “Okay… I think I got this…” It’s been a few weeks since Spain last visited.  On that day you had attempted to hypnotize him, but wound up hypnotizing yourself.  Sadly, Spain wouldn’t stop teasing you about it, and you resolved to continue practicing until you could do it right.  However, this time you feel like you could do it.  You waited patiently by the front door until you saw Spain’s car pull up.  To your surprise, you see Romano get out of the back seat.  Why did Spain bring Romano along?  You open the door. “Hey guys!” you wave at them. “Hola, _________!” Spain say

 Four hours. You were breathing so hard it felt like a mallet in the back with each exhale. You had come over to Spain's house, as you often did, to practice dancing and hang with one of your best friends, him.   He looked over at you, and grinned. Bastard. His breathing was hard, but he obviously wasn't nearly as tired out from the exhausting dance the both of you had been working on for the last 240 minutes.     "Here." Spain said cheekily, offering you a water bottle. "Have a drink".You caught your breath. The light caught his hair making it shine. His cheeks were flushed, and his long, drool worthy body stretched out elegantly. You'd s

 “Beauty, isn’t she?” Your eyes followed the movement of the large yellow snake in the tank.  You always had a strange fascination with snakes.  Cobras in particular were your favorite.  You never knew why.  Maybe it was all the lore behind them.  Perhaps it was their slender bodies and their ability to move on land so fluently.  Maybe it was how they were able to constrict prey in their strong coils or how they were able to eat things several times their size.  Either way, snakes were fascinating creatures. “Yeah,” you reply to the zoo keeper, “It’s beautiful…” “Ay, she&rsquo

  You sat on your bed, Russia sitting behind your tracing his fingers over your scar covered back. " I remeber this one do you?" he asked finger running back and forth a large scar going straight from one shoulder blade to the other. " Da" you wispered, tears coming to your eyes. You remembered that scar all to well. *flash back* "___________, why did you tell Lativa and Estonia that they could take a break?"   " Im sorry they just looked so tired,I'll go finish up for them"   Your turned around and started off twords the den to finish up the Baltics chores when suddenly you colapsed. A sharp pain running across your back. " Since your s

“How can you be failing Japanese?” your step-father asked you, his face pulled into an intimidating frown as he held your report card. “This is unacceptable! Your best friend is Japanese for God’s sake! How do you fail?” “Japanese is a really difficult language, George!” you defended yourself. “It’s not like kanji comes naturally, and let’s not even forget about the pronunciation. Like seriously! What the crap!” “I thought your mother and I raised you better than this,” George shook his head. “Your mother would be rolling over in her grave. 27. How do you ma