12thecutegirl

You heard birds chirping as you slowly opened your eyes. You rubbed your eyes groggily as you yawned from the sudden feeling of being awake. You sat up and stretched your arms, the sheet covering you moving slightly at your movements. You blinked a couple times, adjusting to the new light. You looked around the room you were in, not sure how you got here. It was a big room, basing on three colours, red, white and blue. The covers that had been giving you warmth had the union jack on it and the pillows matched. The room had wooden dressers and wooden bedside tables at each end of the double bed. The carpet was a navy blue as the wallpaper was

Okay…you were FREAKING out! You had been talking to this person on deviantART…god, ‘HETALIAIZREAL!’ Might as well say ‘WEAREHETALIA!’ It had been a couple of weeks, you soon had to go back to school…great…but at least you weren’t freaking out at school as you were at home. You had been feeling mix emotions. One side of you was confused, terrified even. And then another side of you was happy and excited to even THINK that Hetalia could be real. It had to be thought…Kumajiro was proof right? Yeah, he was! He was all the proof you needed! But you still didn’t know what to d

Kumajiro was chomping down on pancakes that you made for him. You were inspecting him and was thinking your head off, which you didn't do often. I'm sure that I've seen him somewhere before...but where? You kept pondering, getting more annoyed when you couldn't think where. "Is something wrong?" asked Kumajiro, stopping from eating his mountain load of pancakes. "No...but what was your name again?" You asked, stealing a piece of pancake. "Kumajiro." He answered, now back to eating his pancakes. "Kumajiro...Kumajiro..." You kept pondering on, walking towards your laptop and opening it. I'm sure I've heard that name before... You thought

You and your friend had just finished school for the summer holidays and were walking back home. You both were so happy to be able to slack off, that you both started singing songs on your phone. (Song Carly Rae Jepsen - Call Me Maybe). "It's hard to look right...at you baby~" You sang, smiling and dancing with your friend. "But here's my number, so call me maybe~!" Your friend sang back, smiling and trying to copy your dance moves. "Before you came into my life, I missed you so bad. I missed you so bad...I missed you so, so bad!" You sang, trying not to stumble on the words. You and your friend kept singing all the way home. ----------

          "W-what do you mean, bella?"     Holding the knife tighter and pushing it slightly deeper, you looked up at 'Romano'. "Please, stop with the Italian," you scoffed. "Your Italian sucks, Number Nineteen." The grin on the impostor's face fell, and was replaced with a frown.     "You really are an annoying one, aren't you?" he said. "No wonder I don't like brats around your age." Nineteen's hand then reached up and grabbed your wrist. His grip was firm and tight, and you could feel your hand loosening around the knife. The other hand went to his face, and grabbed the layer of skin.     Pulling your wrist away forcefully, you jump

-Swearing Ahead-     "Why did you let yourself get captured?!"     You glanced at the side, towards the dark grey dirty walls. You could see the dark sticky substance on the walls, the dim lights making them slightly shine. You could detect Romano on the other side, sitting there with a tear-stained face.     "I made a promise to stop the disappearing countries," you say quietly, but loud enough so only Lovino could hear. "It broke."     Your hand made it's way towards your pocket, where the paper and pencil laid. The metal of the pocket knife was felt, and you let it rest there. "It doesn't matter about stopping it. At least stop the

      "H-hey! Get your hands off of me!"     The people holding him ignored his swearing and shouting, and the grip on Romano only got tighter. Southern Italy gritted, and tried to swing his leg in the air to the person's face on the left. The kick was sadly blocked, and his leg was forcefully brought back down within a crack of a whip. Romano yelped as he felt the material hit his leg, and felt tears coming on.     Dammit! If only Veneziano didn't have to freaking die! Romano shouted internally with pain. He flinched as he was dragged back up to his feet. He then felt someone's elbow ram into his side, and he flew backwards onto the col

      "Right."     Your eyes opened slowly, and the first thing you saw was darkness. Jolting straight up in your bed, you looked around frantically. The faint outline of the door was seen, and light was seeping under the door. You sighed in relief, seeing that you weren't blind. Sliding out of bed, you walked over to the window.     The sun was setting, and the sky was now had bright orange and red streaks breaking through the bright blue. You could see the sun in the distance, setting behind the mountains. It would be a good time to go out and see the sunset, but all of the countries were on a house lock down. "Video game. . ." you mur

      "NO! ITALY!"     Your arms hung there, around the area where Italy once used to stand a second ago. You stood there, eyes widened. A silence rested upon the room, the tension thick. So thick, you could cut it with a knife. Tears welled up in your eyes, making the scar slightly sting. Sobbing, you fell to your knees. "Italy!" you cried out to him.     No response.     A yell then was sounded in the room, and it was quickly followed by the sound of wood being broken. You turned your head slightly, and saw Germany had punched the wall. He pulled out his gloved hand from the wall, and a hole was left where his fist was. "Verdammt!" h

      "Have a good night's sleep?"     You looked up at Germany, seeing him looking down at you with a worried expression. Now that you think about it, you didn't have any dreams after you shared a bed with the German. You nodded with embarrassment, and Ludwig returned a smile. "That's good. I'll be going to talk to the others about the dream now," he said. Without waiting for you to say anything, he walked towards the wooden door and turned the knob.     After seeing Ludwig walk out the door, you quickly went to your bag and pulled out a full set of clothes. Making sure you have one of each, you walked into the bathroom.     You walke