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Those big blue eyes ... they were calling to you from across the room. They belonged to Matthew Williams, the quiet and kind of cute boy who sat in the corner of the lunch hall, smiling sweetly and cuddling a toy polar bear. You were about to wonder over and say hello, but his obnoxious brother Alfred had beaten you to it. Matthew's cute smile disappeared as Alfred took a seat next to him and began to talk loudly. Matthew hid his face in his folded arms on the table and you smiled I'd better rescue him You thought, smiling You got up out of your seat and made your way over. Alfred looked at you and smiled "Hey, Matt! Your girlfriend's here

You bounded up the stairs quicker than you normally would in excitement, it was Christmas Eve after all, and ended up tripping up them, your face making contact with the edge of one of the stairs. Sherlock had heard you coming, you weren’t exactly quiet by any means, at least not unless you wanted to be, and had also heard the subsequent thud as had John, who tilted his head, ”What was that?” He got up to investigate and when he opened the door came face to face with you, blood dripping from both your nose and a cut on your lip, “I sshink I csshipped a toossh.” John sighed, not particularly surprised at your c

‘Were could that blonde be?’ you thought to yourself as you walked around town searching for America. He promised he would call, but never did. You were really worried. ‘What if Artie put a curse on him! Or worse... forced him to eat his cooking!’ after that horrid thought, your searching became more frantic. You nearly turned the whole city up side down. You then realized that you never checked his house. Feeling like an idiot, you quickly rushed toward said destination. - You knocked on America’s door, hoping that it would swing open, but alas it stayed shut. You knocked a couple more times and the door never b

  "Why is he so mad at me?"  You had asked yourself this question over and over again, and sadly you received no answer to it as you paced your kitchen floor.  'He' referred to your Romanian friend, Vlad—you two had bumped into each other at the grocery store, after you had accidentally grabbed his shopping cart and he took yours. After a few minutes of confusion and a tad bit of chaos, the both of you managed to return the carts to their rightful owner and from then on started a strong friendship.  You had discovered that Vlad shared a lot of similar interests with you, such as fairy tales and the like. You were also interested i

By Your Side Lithuania x Reader Ever since you were a little girl, you've always heard stories about Princesses in far off lands. Princesses who were cursed, or had  unfortunate lives and every single time, those Princesses would always be rescued by their Princes or Knight in shining armor. Growing up with such stories, you always dreamt of one day being swept off your feet by your handsome Prince. But after a while you soon discovered that being the Knight was far more attractive than being like those helpless Princesses in the stories. "Hey hey, like (Nickname) what are you like going to be for the halloween party for our fifth grade cl

'This is completely insane' you thought as you stared at the ginormous firing range. You winced as you heard gunfire from deep within the building. "I must really love that trigger-happy man" you groaned out. The invite came out of no where. Switzerland had called and cordially invited you to learn how to use firearms. You really didn't want to come , not being a huge fan on guns , but the blond man had a sort of urgency to his voice and you just couldn't refuse. You sighed and walked up to the doors, pushing them open. You bit your lip while you looked left and right for the blond. The facility was huge, there was no way you would be able

It had been a year since everything had happened. You were living with Arthur now and life was good. You two were utterly in love and had a great average life together. You went to college together and it was a lot of fun. You would stay up late at night and study with him and goof off once in a while. He made you happy and vice versa. It was a great time. Today you were on your way to pick up a cake for Arthur's birthday. Neither of you could cook so it was best to order one and have it ready to bring home. You walk inside the store and walk to the bakery section. You smile at the one of the bakers as they get out your cake. "Here you are

Okay. So this is my first time creating a fan-fiction and it's a death note fan fic! YAY me! *pops confetti popper So I want you Matt fan girls to pretend right now. So you're actually a member of SPK, (Mello didn't kill the other members yet, but he'll spare you! ♥) You grew up at Wammy's house with the other successors, You're the fifth smartest students in Wammy's, (Why not Fourth? Well, I kind read some fan fic on DN about a character being the fourth smartest one, so I don't intend to copy her in a way) You secretly like Matt Mello, doesn't really come home a lot You live in an apartment with Mello and Matt. Why? Well act

((Excuse me while I stare at this Italian hunk of a man)) "Idiota! That is the worst idea ever!" Romano snapped at his brother. Italy flinched and put his hands up in front of him , as if to protect himself from his temperamental brother. "I'm sorry fratello! I used up a lot of good ideas when helping Big Brothers Antonio and Francis!" the younger Italian whined. Romano scoffed and turned his head to look out the window. It was a bright sunny day , not a cloud in the sky. A day that would make anyone happy. Except , of course , the highly upset Italian. 'Once again my brother thinks of others before me. There's no way in hell I'm proposin

You looked up at the deep night sky through the window of your room. How you wish you could be one of the stars, to actually belong somewhere. Not to be singled out and picked on for every flaw and on stuff you know is not true. But you believed them anyway. You had very few friends at school and you didn’t bother to tell them about the bullying for you didn’t want them to worry about you. ‘Tomorrow will be different. I can feel it!’ you think with a fist pump to the air. You fell into your bed and felt as though you wouldn’t be getting up for days. But of course the sun had to rise to signal the start of a new d