FadingRim

You took a long sip from your drink, making it the third drink. You burped unladylike, and wiped some beer off your mouth. England raised an eyebrow at you, and drank his fifth bottle of beer. "You look like your enjoying the drink." England slurred, looking at you groggily. You stared at him, and gave him a smirk. "Same goes to you." You said, looking at the many empty bottles around the floor and at the kitchen desk. Drinking with England until he gets drunk is your plan, and it looks like it was working. You smiled silently to yourself when he then grabbed another bottle. "I-I don't understand..." England says, opening up the bottle of b

You were walking down the hall, gulping slightly. The school's counsellor called you to see her at her office and you weren't sure if it spelled good news or bad news. People thought she was crazy and occasionally bipolar, but you weren't sure whether they were true or not. After all, you never met her in person and the students at school pretty much loved creating a bunch of mumbo jumbo to spread around. It only happens 25% of the time, but on occasion one of the rumors turns out to be true. Hopefully, this was part of the 75% of the cases of rumors. When you finally got to the door, you let out a nervous sigh and knocked gently on the door

 It's hard to watch your love go to waste, it really is. Especially if they don't realize that you love them. That was what Finland had to deal with. How he changed nobody knew. Except him, of course. Truth be told, Sweden called Finland his wife, but Finland never knew he would be calling  you  that. He loved you too! why didn't you realize it? How couldn't you realize it? Yeah, you and Sweden were dating for a while, then you got married, and so on and so forth, happy ending right? Wrong. Not in this story. This story isn't anything like those fairy tales you read. Think of it more like a dark story. Was Finland jealous tha

Norway x Reader               A large smirk appeared on your face. You had a playful glint in your (e/c) eyes. Everything was about to fall into place. "I can't wait to see his reaction," you snickered to yourself. "It'll be priceless!" You wiggled your fingers above the keyboard, and clicked send. "Now, I wait…heh-heh….." you put your fingers together, as an evil mastermind would. "BWAHAHAHAHA-" your evil laughter was interrupted by your friend, who was at the moment, one of your victims. He probably wouldn't care that much, since he enjoyed pranking and trolling others with you. "__________? I heard THAT laugh….what

You were walking down the halls of the school. You hugged your books to your chest. You were the typical shy and nerd and none really noticed you. If someone talked to you it was because you were really smart and to do their homework. You didn't minded the fact that you were most likely ignored. Your only friends were Canada, Japan. You belonged to the quiet ones, you talked just when you were asked. You wish you would be more loud in nature, but it was just simple not you. You saw that the infamous 'Bad Touch Trio' were walking the opposite way of you. You looked down, not wanting to make eye contact. Then they stopped in front of you, block

 "Does everyone in america have a gun?" Alfred F. Jones: also known as America, turned to see his friend (your name), surfing the internet, a keen look in her eyes as she scanned each word on the depicted site she was on. "Whaa-dude what you readin'?" Alfred just chuckled, hoping she would ignore not getting an answer. Well that sure wasn't gunna happen. "Does everyone in america have a gun?" she asked again, earing only a yawn and a stretch from Alfred. "No (your name), not EVERYONE in america has a gun." "Okay.." she mumbled, and continued to search on the same sight. A few moments later, while Alfred was chowing down on a tastely