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Hetalia x Reader x 2p!Hetalia: All My Fault 5After stepping out of the plane you had to take a minute to blink yourself back to reality. The whole ride to England’s place was pretty long, but it was luxurious. You had, after all, been riding in America’s private plane.
He had been the pilot, but allowed you to sit in the comfy chairs in the passenger bay and watch TV while stuffing yourself full with surprisingly great in-flight snacks. It was also kind of fun to have America show you the controls of the plane, what switch did what and so on. You even managed to take a small nap. Eventually, you had touched down on England’s private landing strip (apparently all countries had their own beside their private quarters) and stepped out into the foggy air. You were rather surprised that America was able to land the plane considering the weather, but you supposed that was just another advantage of being a country.
Now you watched as a crew wheeled away the stairs that had permitted you to come off of the plane into ha
Hetalia x Reader x 2p!Hetalia: All My Fault 4You were sitting on the tiled floor of the huge bathroom where America had treated your hand, your back pressed against the hard ceramic wall separating the actual bathroom from the powder room. With knees cradled into your chest, you quietly attempted to stop sobbing. That was a difficult task, however, as images from the experiments kept popping into your head. You were also terribly embarrassed about yelling at America and then running away. None of this was his fault, after all.
In an attempt to make yourself feel better, you began to take deep breaths and thought of possible cures. Suddenly feeling cramped in your current position, you stretched out, almost like a turtle peeking out of its shell.
That made you feel a little better. Pushing your (h/c) hair out of your face, you took yet another shaky breath in. Your eyes began to roam around the beige colored tile, when they fell upon a little black beetle making its way across the floor.
You watched it struggle with a sudden jealo
Hetalia x Reader x 2p!Hetalia: All My Fault 2You had just jumped over the slick brick wall surrounding your backyard. Your palms were stinging, and your arms were sore from the effort. Even your dress had ripped up the side, which was a little disappointing. The rain wasn’t helping anything, either.
Stepping through your muddy yard, you reached out to a planter whose life had long since been dead. Digging around a bit, your fingers found the cool metal that you were searching for, and pulled the key out from the dirt.
As you stuck the key in the lock, you mentally thanked your past self for coming up with the idea for hiding a spare key outside.
Once inside, you quietly shut the door behind you. Wasting no time, you limped your way to your bedroom- the only bedroom in your small house- tracking dirt and blood across the beige carpet. Once there, you grabbed the (f/c), dusty traveling bag off of one of the shelves, then loaded it up with a light amount of clothes pulled hastily from plastic hangers. You did not want to turn
Hetalia x Reader x 2p!Hetalia: All My Fault 3“Hey, _______! Wake up, dude!” said a loud voice in your ear as you felt yourself being shaken.
You incoherently muttered something and kept your eyes shut. It wasn’t time to wake up yet, or at least, not in your mind. And you felt sore as if a truck had tried to run you over.
“Hey! C’mon! You’ll be able to sleep more once we get inside the house!” the voice said, a hint of obnoxiousness laced through the statement. You cracked open your eyes and found yourself looking up at a very low black ceiling, not unlike that in a car. Then the memories of the previous night flooded through your head and you suddenly jolted awake.
“Gah! Oh my… What time is it?!” you cried. Stiffly sitting up from the reclining position of the adjustable seat, you turned slightly to look at America. The sun was just rising up over the horizon, the sky complimenting the view by turning itself a pinkish red color. And highlighted against this background w
Hetalia x Reader x 2p!Hetalia: All My Fault 1You sighed and kept walking, your sore feet protesting at every step. Your (h/c) hair was fluttering behind you in the strong wind. Looking up above, you noted the color of the clouds in the dark sky. They appeared to be a nice silver color against the inky black of the night; the pumps swinging back and forth in your hands matched.
The lack of light on the street just reminded you of how far away you were from your home in the bright city. Yet you had to get home, before one of them did. You were sure they had not noticed you leaving.
“One foot in front of the other….. Keep walking…” you whispered to yourself. You had already come this far. No turning back now.
Suddenly, a bright light burst out from behind you, startling you. Looking over your shoulder, you saw a sports car slowing down, the headlights turned on to bright. The little child that was still in you panicked at the thought of a stranger pulling up to you in a car, but you swallowed that down, tak
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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