I'm My Biggest Fear: Chapter Two by MoonWalker97, literature
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I'm My Biggest Fear: Chapter Two
It's been about 10 minutes since we left school, and neither of us have said a word. I remain silent afraid that if I say anything, he'll leave... I need to know if he really knows my father. "So... That happen a lot?" Chase asks suddenly, as we continue to walk. "Does what happen a lot?" I ask not knowing what he was talking about. "Do people always surround you like that, trying to get you to hang-out with them?" Chase asked looking over at me. "Yea... But usually, I just say 'No, thanks' and they leave it at that... But, I guess since it's my first day back in over a year, they must of missed me or something..." I say not completely know
How can you hide from your fears, if the thing you fear the most is yourself?
[Hi... My names Alexandria, but you can call me Alex. I'm 15, live alone, my mother was killed in a car crash when I was nine, and my father abandoned me when I was 10. He didn't bother to bring me to a relative's, or even an orphanage, he just walked out our front door saying he'd never come back. I didn't bother begging him to stay or even chasing after him, because I'd of left me to... I still would leave me if I could... You see, I'm not human... What am I? Call me what you want; a freak, a waste of space, a demon, a monster, I've heard it all before, and hone
I'm My Biggest Fear: Chapter Two by MoonWalker97, literature
Literature
I'm My Biggest Fear: Chapter Two
It's been about 10 minutes since we left school, and neither of us have said a word. I remain silent afraid that if I say anything, he'll leave... I need to know if he really knows my father. "So... That happen a lot?" Chase asks suddenly, as we continue to walk. "Does what happen a lot?" I ask not knowing what he was talking about. "Do people always surround you like that, trying to get you to hang-out with them?" Chase asked looking over at me. "Yea... But usually, I just say 'No, thanks' and they leave it at that... But, I guess since it's my first day back in over a year, they must of missed me or something..." I say not completely know
How can you hide from your fears, if the thing you fear the most is yourself?
[Hi... My names Alexandria, but you can call me Alex. I'm 15, live alone, my mother was killed in a car crash when I was nine, and my father abandoned me when I was 10. He didn't bother to bring me to a relative's, or even an orphanage, he just walked out our front door saying he'd never come back. I didn't bother begging him to stay or even chasing after him, because I'd of left me to... I still would leave me if I could... You see, I'm not human... What am I? Call me what you want; a freak, a waste of space, a demon, a monster, I've heard it all before, and hone
You open the box, and gasp at what's inside.
It was a China Hetaloid.
You squee just a tiny bit and then thank your parents a million times. you automatically go for the manual on how to activate it.
your face dropped, on the ONLY way to activate it.
“Well, what are you waiting for, ______?” (Friend #1) asked.
“Yeah, go ahead and activate him.” (Friend #3) said enthusiastically.
You shake your head slowly. “not with this many people around.” you said. face not faltering even a tiny bit.
They all eyed you with a weird look that you couldn’t describe, but they all continue with the party anyway.
Hetalia x Reader: Snowbirds (Bulgaria) by anger-problems, literature
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Hetalia x Reader: Snowbirds (Bulgaria)
I saw two people wrestling on the ground. One had long brown hair and was wearing a green sweater and skinny jeans. The other had light brown hair and red eyes.
“Come on guys stop… Its not worth fighting anymore… maybe we could sing a song? We like singing…” A tan male with black hair said nervously to the pair wrestling. Gilbert followed me in the lodge and laughed.
“I got twenty bucks on Romania!” He yelled.
“I got thirty on Hungary.” Germany said following us and hitting the back of his older brother’s head. The Prussian rubbed his head and muttered something about being awe
Hetalia x Reader: Snowbirds (Belgium) by anger-problems, literature
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Hetalia x Reader: Snowbirds (Belgium)
I saw a few of the countries talking as the light outside got dimmer. I decided I should probably go to the kitchen to make food for everyone. When I got there I was surprised to see a country working on some food. A blonde woman with a green head band was mixing something. She was wearing a black coat with fake tan fur lining. On her right arm was a Belgian flag. She also wore red snow pants and black ski boots. The oven was on and she was humming a happy tune.
Feliciano, Lovino and Antonio pushed past me into the kitchen. Feliciano began to make pasta while the other two cut up tomatoes. Still I was distracted by the beautiful lady who was
Hetalia x Reader: Snowbirds (Belarus) by anger-problems, literature
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Hetalia x Reader: Snowbirds (Belarus)
I saw a man with a scarf scampering across the room when he bumped into me.
“Oh, I didn’t see you there, da?” He said. I noticed he had light blonde hair and purple eyes and was abnormally tall.
“O-Oh, it’s fine…”
“I advise you to run-”
“Who’s this Big Brother?” A girl with platinum blonde hair asked. In her hair was a white bow. Her eyes sparkled a deep navy blue. She was wearing a tight black coat with a tiny blue scarf. She had teal blue snowpants and white skiing boots. I held out my hand although I was shocked at her beauty.
“I-I’m (Y-Y/n)...” I
Hetalia x Reader: Snowbirds (Austria) by anger-problems, literature
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Hetalia x Reader: Snowbirds (Austria)
I saw a small gathering of people and the beautiful melody of Beethoven. I closed my eyes and listened to the beautiful melody.
“(Y/n), I want you to meet my friend Austria, Roderich.” Italy said waking me from my trance. He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to a piano with a man in very nice clothing, who was producing the, literal, music to my ears. “Mr. Austria! This is (Y/n). Isn’t she a pretty ragazza?” He asked the man. Roderich stopped playing and turned to us. He had pale features with dark brown hair that held two ahoges. On his left side of his face was a little mole, it wasn't gross instead it seemed
Hetalia x Reader: Snowbirds (Australia) by anger-problems, literature
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Hetalia x Reader: Snowbirds (Australia)
I saw three males chasing a roguesheep. “Come on, mate! Don’t be like that!” One male said with a heavy Australian accent. The boys chased the poor sheep until it ran through my legs and the three men fell on me.
“Come on, Sheep!” One of them yelled running off of me. The one that ran had light brown curly hair and brown eyes. The other two got off of me.
“Urg! I’m going to go take a shower! hmph!” One of them said. he was wearing a nice suit and had brown hair. There was only one left. He had green eyes, thick eyebrows, and brown hair that had two ahoges.
“Sorry, sheila. We were trying
Hetalia x Reader: Snowbirds (America) by anger-problems, literature
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Hetalia x Reader: Snowbirds (America)
I saw England chasing America with a plate of… of… I’m not even sure but it was something burned.
“NO! GET AWAY!” America yelled. I laughed causing the Brit to look at me. “Thanks, dudette!” He yelled running aay.
“Would you like a scone, love?” Arthur came over to me and offered me one. I scrunched up my nose at the foul smelling pastry.
“Uh…- mpf!” I was going to decline when England took the opertunity to pop one of his terrible concoctions into my mouth. He looked at me with sparkling green eyes filled with hope. Tears were at the corners of my eyes trying to esc
Don't Touch My Sister Bro!France x Sis!Reader by MillietheKitty27, literature
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Don't Touch My Sister Bro!France x Sis!Reader
There might be a little cursing, but yeah, don’t like don’t read! Simple! Let’s do this!
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Virginia and (name) were walking down the street, discussing what they wanted to do for dinner that night, when they, quite literally, ran into the Bad Touch Trio. Francis and Antonio laughed as the two girls rammed into Gilbert and knocked him down.
“Sorry, Gilly!” Virginia apologized, helping him up. “Hey, España(Spain)!” she cheered, hugging her brother.
“Hola Virginia!” he said, hugging her.
“How’s Lovi?”
“He’s good. Hola, (name)!”