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America studied the object in your hands for a moment, trying to think of who it might be. "I think it's Tim..." He said, looking round the the country known as the Netherlands. You got a little nervous. As far as you knew, the Neherlands wasn't the nicest person. You were sure he took drugs or something. The pipe you held in your hands had been recently used, so you knew he smoked. A large, gloved hand took the pipe from you. "That would be mine." A deep voice said. You turned around and was met with the rather tall nation. But he was rather handsome. With piercing green eyes, sandy blonde hair with sideburns and a short vertical scar on th

"Dios Mio, I'm so sorry! Seriously, I did not mean for that to happen!" Isabel Carriedo's eyes were wide as she looked up from the creamy, fruity mess on the floor, and into the angry eyes of Mr. Mason. His graying hair and curling lip did not make the Spanish woman feel any better about her current predicament. "That is the fifth time you have let your clumsiness hinder you, Miss Carriedo; are you aware that that means you have to not only clean up the mess you made, but you have to keep your customer waiting because you are obligated to make another one? All because of your carelessness?" Mr. Mason's voice had that unpleasant mix between

Twelve Characters I Love 1.Red 2.Green (bro) 3.Gold 4.Lance 5.Silver 6.Will 7.Arceus (BECAUSE I CAN.) 8.Cyrus 9.Clair 10.Lucas 11. Giovanni, 'cause why not? 12.Dawn 1. If [8] was involved with both [7] and [4] how would [7] and [4] react when they found out about one another? Cyrus having sexytimes with Arceus? Makes sense. Lance: D: CYRUS! HOW DARE YOU MAKE LOVE TO A GOD AND NOT ME?! Cyrus: Er. Arceus: 'Cause I'm the boss, and you are my servant. Lance: But I'm sexier than you. Arceus: Yes, but I can smite you and turn you to a pile of ashes with a mere flutter of my godlike eyelash. Lance: … Point taken. Cyrus: No

America studied the object in your hands for a moment, trying to think of who it might be. "I think it's Tim..." He said, looking round the the country known as the Netherlands. You got a little nervous. As far as you knew, the Neherlands wasn't the nicest person. You were sure he took drugs or something. The pipe you held in your hands had been recently used, so you knew he smoked. A large, gloved hand took the pipe from you. "That would be mine." A deep voice said. You turned around and was met with the rather tall nation. But he was rather handsome. With piercing green eyes, sandy blonde hair with sideburns and a short vertical scar on th

HetaliaxReader: Lost my Book!        That's exactly what happened. You lost your precious book. But it was no ordinary book. Nono..it was your DIARY. The thing you held close, and wrote everything-and I mean EVERYTHING-and now you had gone and lost it. You searched around the whole world conference building, but to no avail. It was like it vanished into thin air. "No no no..." you mumbled to yourself as you  bit down hard on your lip. "It has to be here." You had to find it fast..before another country picked it up and well...read all your secrets! You remember leaving it on the table just after the meeting, you came back after speakin