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Gilbert looked at you with wide eyes; you did not just call him unawesome, did you? Wait, you did. He narrowed his eyes and growled before pouncing on you. Your (eye color) eyes grew wide as he jumped you that was when you gave a small snarl before swiping him with your paw, careful not to use claws since you really didn’t want to fight for blood. But Gilbert was still furious that you made him look like a dumbass and called him, maybe, unawesome. After a few more clashes Gilbert had manage to pin you to the ground, you mentally cursed because you never were the best fighter and Gilbert’s rage didn’t help you any. He hissed at

Hetalia Meets Facebook 4 Alfred F. Jones HEY. HEY. HEY KIKU. WHY DID THE BRITISH DUDE CROSS THE ROAD? See more Tuesday at 4:53 pm • via iPhone • Like • Comment Kiku Honda I don't know why? 4 minutes ago . Like Alfred F. Jones See more????? 3 minutes ago . Like Kiku Honda That's amazing. 3 Minutes ago . Like Alfred F. Jones LOL I'm such a troll! 2 Minutes ago . Like Kiku Honda*Troll face* 54 seconds ago . Like _________________________________________________________ Gilbert Beilschmidt Here's the scenario guys... I just caught Hungary fist fighting with Romania. Should I: A)Pull them apart B)Ignore it C)Get

  You screamed, opening your eyes quickly and gripping tightly onto the nation laying below you through the dark. They quickly woke up, enveloping you in a bug, warm hug. In fact, too big a hug to be Alfred.   "What is wrong little sunflower...?" A soft voice asked. You had seen this man, the tallest one in the room where Catterpillar-brows brought you in with platinum-blond hair.   "N-Nightmare..." You managed to say before sobs overcame your small body. The other Allies were at the mouth of the tent, feeling as if they were miles away from the crying little girl in Russia's arms.   He dared not ask why you were so ups

  "V-Vati...! Papa...! Padre...!"  The three men of the house arose quickly at the terrified cries coming from one room. They scattered from their beds, making themselves look decent before bustling into the girl's room.  Prussia was the first to respond, flicking on the lights to see his daughter sobbing on her bed. He quickly rushed to her, enveloping her in a hug and tried to calm her. It's been a few years since the BTT found you at their doorstep.  Actually, they were celebrating your 4th 'birthday' in a few months. The reason for the quotes is because they knew you were a few months when they found you, they started counting up ye

It was raining hard one Saturday afternoon, Roderich sadly poked at his piano. Everyone had left him....everyone....Feliciano....his servents.....even Elizabeta. Remembering her brought tears to his eye, which he quickly shook away. Of course she called now and then, but not nearly enough. He wouldn't admit it, but he was missing everyone of his old friends. He was missing Feliciano's cheerful annoying voice, Gilbert's rants about his "Awesomeness", hell he even missed France spying on him. He sighed, not even his piano could cheer him up. Everything was wrong, his life was missing something. He missed the cheerful surroundings and the happy

  As you came to, you expected Alfred's arms to be wrapped around you, your body on his with his stomach raising and dropping you. But rather than muscular arms and (a chubby) stomach, you were laying in a bed, someone's pencil-like arms around you.   People were talking silently in the room, probably only two people at least. Their voices were unfamiliar and hushed, as of trying to keep from awakening you. The second you opened your eyes, you realized you weren't in the same tent as you fell asleep in. Beside you lay a man, light-brown hair with a curl sticking from the side.   Pushing him away, you squeaked in fear. This mu

  It took awhile for your mind to process all the information of the day. Usually, you would've woken up this morning as any other day, sitting in the window of an orphanage and staring out into the blue skies.   In the meanwhile, the older girls would taunt you before running outside to show off and have fun. For a five year old, you had a rather interactive and imaginative mind.   If you were to have gone to school, you could've easily been two grades ahead at least. But too bad you were forced to live in this crummy place, a picture of your deceased mother hidden beneath your pillow and no home to call your own.   To

         You pull the wheel of a skateboard out of the hat. "What the heck, what's up with this?" You look around the room, wondering who would have put in such a weird item. Sealand suddenly jumps up from the couch and grabs the wheel from you. "That's where I left it! Thanks for finding it for me, now I can fix my board. "He gave you a sweet smile and a thumb up. "Ok guys, even if he is a little young for this game, you did pick his item… Really, your both too young for this game. Ha-ha-ha whatever man, into the closet with you." America shooed you both into his messy closet and shut the door. Sealand swung from the closet bar in an ape-