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"Pon pon, way, way, way," You sang along with the Japanese female singer known as Kyary Pamyu Pamyu. Her adorable voice blasted through the speakers as you danced in the kitchen while making yourself a sandwich and pouring yourself a drink. The bread had just popped out of the toaster, making it toast now. You placed the toast on the plate before stacking it up with all your favorite sandwich ingredients. "What is that?" Asked a very confused super soldier as he entered the kitchen. He looked at the stereo very confused and actually had the nerve to turn the volume down. You walked over to the stereo and slapped his hand lightly before tur

"Pon pon, way, way, way," You sang along with the Japanese female singer known as Kyary Pamyu Pamyu. Her adorable voice blasted through the speakers as you danced in the kitchen while making yourself a sandwich and pouring yourself a drink. The bread had just popped out of the toaster, making it toast now. You placed the toast on the plate before stacking it up with all your favorite sandwich ingredients. "What is that?" Asked a very confused super soldier as he entered the kitchen. He looked at the stereo very confused and actually had the nerve to turn the volume down. You walked over to the stereo and slapped his hand lightly before tur

Browsing the books on the library shelves, words and couplets and sonnets swirling around your mind as your brain tried to make sense of the required reading. As a freshman in college aiming to become a biologist, being forced to take a semester of Shakespeare of all things seemed like a complete waste of your valuable time. It also didn’t help that nothing made an ounce of sense to you. Your eyes fell upon a collection of nicer-quality paperbacks nestled amongst the thick hard covers, bright colors and bold titles identifying them as some of Shakespeare’s more popular works. Upon closer inspection you realized that they weren&rs

With a shaking hand, you lifted the ink feather up in order for it to reach the blank calendar that hung carelessly on your rotting bedroom wall. You eyed it up and down for a little while before spotting the correct date. Letting your eyelids close, you sucked in a profound breath and scribbled it with a very noticeable black X. July 4th, 1784 Without any more hesitation, you turned your heels and walked lifelessly towards your wardrobe. You chose a long, black and sinister looking dress that stopped at your mid-calf. It's long sleeves were a little rolled up, showing off a small portion of your arms. After slipping on a pair of dark heels

"Well Ms. Everdeen, would you like to accompany me to the theatre tonight?" Your friend Arthur read off the paper in front of him. "I-I, I cant do this!" You yelled crestfallen tossing your script to the ground and moping on the soft grass below you. You and your for friends Arthur, Matthew, Francis and Alfred were all sitting on the lush field in a nearby park. The clouds painted the sky like fluffy marshmallows, birds chirped and squirrels scattered around clambering up trees. Arthur had been trying to help you with your lines for the past hour and you just couldn't seem to get the lines down. "Ma Cherie, of course you can." Francis cooe

There's slight language... Seriously I'm getting tired of writing this warning over and over! This is Romano, cussing is to be expected! No likey, no read! It can't get any simpler than that! The moment Romano neared his house he knew something was wrong. He saw that the door was open, when it was supposed to be closed and locked, and it looked like it had been forcefully opened from the outside. Like from a strong kick or a tackle. Romano felt himself freeze in fear and concern. [Name]! What about [Name]?! Was she okay?! He sped up and quickly parked the car in front of the house then he rushed in. When he entered, the first thing he saw

Pairing: Spain x Reader x Chibi!Romano Fandom: Hetalia Genre: Comedy Inspiration: ...... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Lovi!" The cheery nation's voice rang throughout the large house. Romano shifted his weight as he struggled to hold to broom upright. "What, bastard?" He grumbled. Spain walked over to the young boy and smiled. "A pretty girl is coming over today so I want you to be nice! She loves children, and is very nice with a-" The Italian covered his caretaker's mouth. "Do I look like I care, bastardo? Fine, I'll behave, but if you two start getting hammered