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SpainXTrapped!ReaderYou listened and heard your bedroom door lock and sighed. You were sixteen and every day after school, when you got home you were locked in your room. You barely ate and you’re kind of skinny.
You got up and walked over to your mirror wardrobe and sat down at the seat. Picking up your (random colour) hair brush you started to brush your (hair colour) hair.
You heard yelling and your door unlock. Getting up you changed into your red and white school dress and knee high white socks. Quickly putting on your black runners and grabbing your (favourite colour) school bag and black folder, you ran out the door to your room. Running down the hallway and down the stairs, you hoped you got outside before either of your parents saw you.
‘(Your Name)! You heard your mother yell.
Obviously today wasn’t your day. Your turned around and smiled.
‘Yes mother?’ You asked.
‘Have a good day and be back before four’ she said and you could swear you saw fear flicker
HetaliaXReader Pen Pal: Gilbert Chapter 1The Prussian Flag.
Wait wasn’t Prussia disbanded like one hundred years ago? You thought but shrugged and skipped over to the desk.
‘Lisa Richards?’ Mr Flare called out and the girl got up and walked over to him.
You watched your friends and classmates get their letters and as the last one of your classmates got their folders and sat down at their desk Mr Flare called out.
‘Okay guys you may open your folders up now’ he said.
You looked at the flag again and opened the folder. Taking out the letter you started to read it.
Hallo! I am zhe awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt! I’m 17 years old and I have a little bruder named Ludwig Beilschmidt! Bist du ein Mädchen oder Junge?(Are you a girl or a boy) Kesesese~!
Talk to you later,
ZHE AWESOME GILBERT BEILCHMIDT!!!
After reading that, you smiled and laughed a little. You looked out the window of the class room and watched a small blue jay fly into a tree before getting a piece of paper out of y
GermanyXReader: Happy EndingsLooking down from where you crouched on a tree-branch you watched a tall muscular blonde man place his hand on the tree you stood in and with a heavy sigh he fell to his knees. You tried to keep your (eye colour) eyes calm under your forest green hooded cape, but sadness slowly fought their way into your eyes and you looked at the man you had once - no still loved.
Putting your hand to your cheek you ran your hand over a scar that you had gotten on the day you supposedly 'died'.
~ ~ ~ ~
Falling back the sword in your (skin colour) hand fell out of your grasp and you fell back into the blooded background.
It was 1942, the time of WW2, and you were (First Name) (Middle Initial) (Last Name) or (Country Name), and you had been pulled into his fight when your friends Feliciano Vargas and Lovino Vargas, or North and South Italy, and Honda Kiku, or Japan, and your boyfriend Ludwig Beilschmidt, or Germany, joined together to fight against the Allies.
“(Name)!” You heard Ludwig yell
Gamer!AmericaXExpert Gamer!Reader: Gaming Buddies"Die! Die Guard Die!" You yell button mashing the 'O' button on your (favorite colour) playstation controller as your character (Carl) on GTA (Grand Theft Auto) - San Andres continually stabbed the guard.
You heard Skype go off on your laptop and you paused the game when you had finally killed the guard. Putting the (favorite colour) controller down you grabbed your white laptop.
'Yo! (Nick Name) you there?' You chuckled when you saw it was Alfred F. Jones who had skyped you.
You and Alfred had been friends for a few years now and you had met him on site you had found where it matched you up with someone and you could talk to them. After that you found that you both had a lot in common and you started to Skype but never video-chat.
'Hey, Alfred, what's up? Im trying to finish the first island of GTA - San Andres again.' You quickly typed back.
'Oh! Sorry dude, but you will never guess what happened today!'
'You got a new kid.'
'Woah! (Name) how did you guess?!'
HetaliaXReader Pen Pal: Arthur Chapter 1The British Flag.
You squealed and smiled. Putting the folder to your chest you walked back over to your table.
‘Grace Foster?’ Mr Flare asked.
You shot a thumbs up to your friend as she walked up and got her folder. She ran over to you and sat back down in her seat. You looked at the folder she had and noticed an Italian flag on it.
‘Jason Grayson?’ Mr Flare called out last.
Jason got up and walked over grabbing the last folder.
‘Okay you may now open your folders!’ He said.
You saw out of the corner of you eye Grace rip her folder open. You chuckled and opened yours. You picked up the letter and began to read.
To the male or female student that gets this,
My name is Arthur Kirkland, I’m 17 living in London, England. I like reading, writing and drinking tea. What is your name? Do you have any hobbies? Where do you live?
You looked at the letter and blinked quickly.
‘Who did you get?’ Grace asked and nudged you.
HetaliaXReader Pen Pal: Alfred Chapter 1The American Flag.
Hell Fudging Yeah! You thought and fist pumped making everyone laughed.
You ran back to your seat.
‘Amanda Johnson?’ Mr Flare called.
You smiled at Amanda and pushed your (hair colour) hair out of your eyes again. Your hair could be really stubborn sometimes. You watched her pick out a folder and walk back.
‘Grace Foster?’ Mr Flare called up Grace up last.
You shot her a smile and she walked up and took the last folder.
‘You may now read your letters!’ Mr Flare said.
You saw Grace rip her folder open almost hitting Amanda as her hand let go of the folder. You sighed and shook your head. You open the folder and start reading the letter.
Dear my awesome Pen Pal!,
My name is Alfred F. Jones! I’m 17 and I live in New York in America! I love eating hamburgers, pranking people with ma peeps and playing video games!!! :insert excited face here: How old are you?! Do you have any siblings?! Where do you live?! Do you like Video Games?
HetaliaXReader Pen Pal: Feliks Chapter 1The Polish Flag.
Yay~! You think and look at the folder with a smile.
Retreating back to your seat you sit down and watch as one by one the others walk up and take a folder.
‘You may open your folders now.’ Mr Flare said.
You looked down at the folder again and debate whether or not to open it. Sighing you opened it and began to read.
Dear the, like totally awesome person who gets this,
My name is like totally Feliks Łukasiewicz. I love the colour pink especially a hot hipster pink! My hobbies include being with like my best friend Toris, going shopping and talking with my pony friend!
Like write back soon,
You finish reading and nudge your friend Amanda who was sitting next to you. She looked at you.
‘What (Name)?’ She asked.
‘Who did you get?’ You asked.
You haven’t bothered to look at the flags on others folders so you were curious about whom your friend got.
‘Oh a guy from Spain named Antonio.’ She replied. ‘
HetaliaXReader Pen Pal: Matthew Chapter 2Matthew opened the door to his house and closed it.
‘Mama, I’m home.’ Matthew said.
His mother appeared at the door to the kitchen and smiled at him.
‘There is a letter for you, I put it on your desk’ his mother said.
‘A letter? Okay thank you mum’ Matthew replied and walked upstairs.
Opening the door to his room he placed his backpack on the floor next to his bed and took out his homework. He walked over to the desk and sat down before he looked down at the letter.
‘I wonder who it is from…’ Matthew said and placed his homework down.
He opened the letter and began to read.
My name is (First Name) (Last Name). I’m your penpal~! I’m from London in England. I like reading, writing and cooking. I have a pet cat named (Cats Name). She is a cute like ginger cat with a white blaze on her nose. I’m sorry my teacher Mr Flare says I have to hand this in sorry!
Talk to you later,
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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