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High School Dances and Hetalia Guys - Hong KongYou really didn't like dances.
Normally, you stayed far away whenever a dance was taking place at your school. You hated the dark, crowded gym with people constantly elbowing you or jostling you or stepping on you. Then there was the occasional creeper that tried to hit on you, and also the possibility of making a total fool of yourself if you actually bothered to try and dance a little. Not to mention that the seizure-inducing lights were annoying, and most of all- the drama that went on between the students was ridiculous. Apparently there was something about the environment that made those already out of control teenage emotions and hormones run high. Catfights, fistfights, screaming matches, girls sobbing hysterically in the bathroom, and the ever-popular make-out session, right there in front of everyone. Did we really need to see that? Sometimes there were even kids passing around drugs or booze. It all unnerved you, and even disgusted you. You couldn't think of a single reason w
HetaliaxReader- Airport- China"_____. I am here to pick you up." declared a thickly accented voice from behind you.
"Wang Yao!" you squealed in delight, spinning around to hug the Chinese man.
"Yes. I said I would pick you up from the airport at five thirty." Wang Yao looks puzzled,
"Did you not hear me?"
You blushed, "No… I heard. It's just… Wow, you're right on time!" You let out a nervous little laugh.
"Yes, well, what do you want to do now…?"
Your stomach growled, "How about dinner…?"
Wang Yao nodded, "Sounds perfect. What would you like?"
"Chinese sounds delicious but I don't think there are any Chinese restaurants around here…"
"Don't be silly, ____. There's one right here." Wang Yao looked down at you, head tilted slightly, eyeing you over with a puzzled look.
"What? No there's-" And then you looked around. The airport was filled with many restaurants, shops and houses. The people bustling along the street were all of Asian descent and seemed to be off to jobs of some kind or another. A sign hung just above
Christmas Night (FinlandxChild!Reader)"(Name), dear! It's 10:00, go to sleep!"
You pouted. "I wanna stay up and meet Santa Claus!"
Your mom smiled and shook her head. "Alright, but no later than Midnight, okay?" You frowned.
"If you stay up too late, Santa Claus won't give you any presents!" You gasped.
"I didn't know that! Thanks for telling me!" You ran past your mom and up the stairs. You hopped in your bed and stared out the window, hoping to see a reindeer or something.
After a while you began to nod off.
"N-no! I can't! I need to thank Santa Claus for last year's presents!" You got a bit thirsty, so you tiptoed downstairs to get a glass of milk. "What time is it?" You thought and looked at the clock hanging in the kitchen.
"12:01?!" You gaped. Then you looked at the empty table. "Wait! The cookies and milk aren't set out!" You tried your best to drag the stool over quietly with no luck. It screeched loudly. Luckily your parents were heavy-sleepers. You climbed the stool and stood on the counter, clinging o
.:World x Reader - Cluedo:.World x Reader – Cluedo
A quiet games evening at Feliks' house. Not what you'd really expect, but it was the only way to spend your Saturday night. It was either this, going to the pub, or watching T.V anyway. So there you were, playing Cluedo with your friends.
You had woken in the morning to Feliks nearly burning door down just to get in and inform you that tonight he was having a games night with a few friends and you totally had to come. Or else.
You had been the last one to arrive as you had purposely taken forever to get here and by the looks of things the other people had been staying here for a while.
So far had been going great, with Feliks forcing you to do karaoke, one of the rough one of the group somehow ending up singing a high pitched squeaky thing. That certainly was funny.
And then you started Cluedo.
"Living room, Mustard, Knife."
And that's how the first rumor went. Eva yelling 'KNIFE!' on her go. Just what you do, isn't it? Sigh. She really was
Male!BelarusXReader: It kills me inside [Ch. 7]
Chapter 7: Confession
The time has come. I was searching for Vladimir to end this lie. It took me a while to find him, but when he saw me he ran at me and hugged me strong.
"Please! Tell me you'll marry me!" He insisted with his idea.
"I won't." I sincerely said. I wasn't showing any fear or insecurity.
"Sestra, what happened to you?" He let me go and started at me, trying to figure out what happened to "my" voice.
"Don't even try. I'm not who you think I am. Can't you recognize my voice? Did you really forget me?"
"Are you, by any chance, ____?" He asked unsure.
I look off my contact lenses and looked at him with my (eyes' color) eyes. "Yes! I am! Surprised!?" I yelled. My eyes expressed the sadness I was feeling.
"What did you do!?" He yelled back.
"What did I do?? Is it hard to understand??"
"Why would you do that, then??"
"You don't understand, you ignorant." I looked down. I felt my heart breaking and I felt my world ending. I felt losing my sanity. I felt like the p
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