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2P!America x Child!Reader-What Makes You Beautiful
You sat down on the kitchen counter, holding your camera Allen came into the kitchen, wearing a black suit and holding a half drank vodka bottle.
"Ready?" Allen asked as he take a sip of his vodka.
You nodded, pressing the record button and turned on the music.
"You're so stupid
Don't know what for,
You're turning heads when you slide through the floor,
You need make-up,
To cover up,
It's like dancing isn't enough!
Everyone else in the room can see it!
Everyone else but me!
Baby you burn up my world like nobody else!
The way that you flip your hair killed me everytime!
But when you smile at the sky it ain't easy to tell,
You don't know,
You don't know your horrible!
If only you saw what I can see,
You'd understand why I hate you so desperately!
Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe!
You don't know,
You don't know your're horrible!
Oh! Oh, oh!!
That's what makes you horrible!!"
After that, Allen slipped and fell on the floor. You assume that he was sleeping,
2P!America x Child!Reader - Chocolate Bar
"Give it back!" you jumped up, trying to grab your chocolate bar.
"Why don't you try getting it?" Allen smiled as he held the bar up high above his head.
You honestly can't reach it. How can a five year old girl even the chocolate bar from her nineteen year old brother?
You stopped jumping, getting angry.
"Aww~! Is my little sister mad?" he laughed.
You grab your bat that was laying beside you and hit Allen where it hurts so much.
Allen drop the chocolate bar and fell on the ground.
You quickly drop bat and took your chocolate, making a run to the living room before Allen gets up to get you.
2P!America x Child!Reader - Soup
Today, Oliver has let you cook dinner and you decided to make chicken soup. Allen told you that he was a vegan but you honestly don't know what it meant so you shrugged it off and went went to the kitchen to make dinner.
"Dinner's ready!" you told.
Oliver helped you serve the chicken soup to everyone in the dinning room.
When Allen got his, he immediately drank it all then stood up to leave.
"Al wait! How is it?" you asked, making him stop on his tracks.
"How is what?"
"The chicken soup?"
"Uh-huh! The one you had just now!"
Allen froze for a moment before running upstairs.
You could hear him vomit but you're too confused when Oliver, Matthieu and Francois started laughing.
"I don't get it." you said.
"Allen's a vegan, poppet~!" Oliver told you.
"What's a vegan?"
"It means someone who does not eat or use animal products."
2P!America x Child!Reader - Tell Me A Story 2
"Brother~!" you called out.
"Brother~! Where are you~?!" you walked down the hallway then entered his room.
"Oh hello!" you heard a voice of a woman.
"Hello... Who are you?" you asked.
"I am a friend of your brother." the woman said.
She was wearing a long red dress. Her hair was put up in a bun while she left her bangs hang down on her forehead.
"AL!" you shouted.
you then heard footsteps running towards the room you're in.
"What happened?!" Allen rushed into the room.
"..." you stared at him.
"What do you want?" Allen finally said.
"Tell me a story!"
"Then you can leave us alone?"
"Uh-huh!" you nodded.
Allen thought for a while, "Do you watch 'My little pony'"?
"Okay, I got one."
You stared at your brother, ignoring the woman.
"Rainbow Dash is invited to the bakery by Pinkie Pie to help her out with some baking. Once she arrives, she discovers no sign of any work in progress, but, knowing Pinkie Pie doesn't feel surprised and readily eats a c
2P!America x Child!Reader - Vegetables
You were sitting on the living room couch, watching tv when Allen sat beside you, holding a paperbag.
"[Y/N]." Allen said, getting your attention as he pulled out a long, thin orange-coloured item, "Here, eat this carrot! It's fresh!"
"No!" you rejected in fear, "I don't wanna be sick!"
"Why do you get sick if you eat a vegetable?"
"Uh... Well... Ask daddy!"
Allen took out something that is green in colour. Something that you didn't see before.
"What that?" you asked him.
"Broccoli. Eat it." Allen responded as he hands it to you.
"Is it a fruit?"
"Yes!" Allen responded immediately.
You took the broccoli from him and took a bite...
You woke up in your bed with a head ache and stomach ache. You roan in pain causing Oliver to rush into your room.
"What's the matter, poppet?"
"M-My head and s-stomach i-is paining."
"Oh dear! What did you ate?!"
"A-Allen gave m-me a broccoli..."
Oliver paused for a moment before s
2P!America x Child!Reader - It's So Cold
You woke up really early in the morning so you could take a shower first because everytime you tried to go in first, either Allen or Francois would run inside before you can. And what's worst is that they finished the hot water. Do you know when is the last time you took a shower with warm water? Before Oliver let you take a shower by yourself. And now is your chance!
Allen ran through the hallway and into the bathroom. He locked the door, took off his clothes, step into the shower and turned on the shower.
You could heard his scream from the living room and what's even funner is that your dad had to take out the swear jar again.
ExtremeDrunk!2P!America x Child!Reader - Numb
You were sitting across the table with Allen who appeared to be really drunk. It was less than an hour for him to drink a glass of beer, whiskey and four bottles of vodka. And like every other time, you had your camera with you.
Allen was so drunk that he'd ask you if you'd like some from time to time but you refused after what your father told you about what happens if you drink alcohol. It was scary.
Oliver and Francois were out and Matthieu was sleeping upstairs.
"Do you... Do you have *hic* your camera?" Allen asked.
You nodded and took out your camera.
"Good!" Allen stoop up, "Video me singing*hic* Numb."
You nod again, hoping that he'd not remember what he did tomorrow. You pressed the record button and waited for whathe's going to do.
"What you're tired and you want to
Feel lost in a very hypocritical human face!
I do not know what I want!
The pressure of walking shoes!
It caught just below this one!
I did all the steps, you're wrong
Just take the role of the toes!" Allen sand a
2P!America x Child!Reader - Tic Ticci
"Al~! Can you take me outside for ice cream?" you asked.
"You already had your ice cream." Allen responded as he changes the t.v channel.
"Daddy said that I can get another one~!"
"You can say all the please cuz I ain't going out to get you ice cream."
"Fine!" you pouted.
"Good girl!" Allen smiled as he ruffled your hair.
It's only an hour after Allen told you that he can't bring you outside for ice cream but you didn't give up.
You stood behind the couch that Allen was sitting on. That's when you started annoying him.
"Tic... Tic... Tic...Tic... Ticci... Tic..." you said, smiling.
~~~Five minutes later~~~
"Tic... Tic... Tic...Tic... Ticci... Tic..."
"Ticci... Tic... Tic..." you raised your arms up, "TWITCH!"
"Fine! I'll bring you out to get ice cream!" Allen blurted.
"Just. Don't. Do. That. Ever. Again."
You happily nodded.
2P!FACE x Child!Reader - Little Boat On The Sea
You were laughing hard when Allen and Matthieu came downstairs wearing sailor clothes. You hold your camera ready to video them.
The thing is that they're not drunk. They're only doing this because they lost your favourite doll and you couldn't stop crying.
"Are you going to record this?" Allen asked, feeling miserable.
"1, 2, 3, Go!"
"Now the people they were so bad
That the Lord made the rain come down
And he washed away the bad cities
And he washed away the bad towns
And all of the people drowned!" Allen sang, which mad you laugh quietly.
"With the animals it was different
Though some of them drowned, too
The others were just poor animals
And they didn't know what to do!
So..." Matthieu sang.
You hold a paper boat on the edge of the camera to make it look like it's there.
"We built a little boat
As cut as it could be
And we put all the animals two by two
In my little boat on the sea.
The moo-cows went..." The two sang.
"Moo! Moo!" Allen sang.
"The piggies went...
Mismatched 2p!F.A.C.E.xBullied!ReaderMismatched 2p!F.A.C.E.xReader
It started with the eyes. It was always the eyes. You would have thought that people have never heard of heterochromia iridum before or something. You peers seemed to be under the impression that just because your eyes were two different colors, they had some sort of inherit right to pick on you.
Your eyes caught the attention of your school’s resident bullies but they weren’t the only odd thing about you.
Even since you were a child, you had had an affinity with animals. When you turned thirteen, however, it reached its peak. One day, a gray wolf pup just showed up on your doorstep and refused to leave. You tried to shoo it away, attempted to use a broom to move it away from your house, and finally called Animal Control.
The wolf remained.
You parents honestly weren’t too pleased by it, and neither were you at first, but as the wolf wasn’t leaving, you all decided you would make the best of it.
The wolf followed you everywhere. If
2P!AmericaXReader: Texas Chainsaw AnniversaryAllan chuckled lightly to himself as he saw his beautiful girlfriend, (Name) wandering about the woods by herself, looking for him. It was Halloween. But it was also Allan and (Name)’s one year anniversary since they started dating, and Allan had a special surprise that was sure to make (Name) shit herself.
He laughed again and took off towards the back of the woods where his brother was sure to be waiting with (Name)’s surprise.
“Ugh Allan, you ass, where the sod are you?” (Name) grumbled to herself. She was walking in the woods...in the dark…alone. She could make out the shape of a bench near her and bee lined toward it. She was getting tired of looking for Allan and decided to wait for him to come to her…that is if he ever came.
She was well aware today was their anniversary, as Allan had spoken to her about a surprise he had for her when the time came. And there is no time like the present.
She decided to call her dumb boyfriend to inquire of his
2p!child!America x reader x 2p!child!Canada-SitterPlease, make sure you have time to read this before you start >w< It is long as hell and has a shit load of cuss words and some stuff sexually said, nothing done, but probably still not suited for the average child XD Enjoy~!
You, a seventeen year old, were one of the 'best' babysitters in your city. Parents would almost literally throw money at you to babysit their kids. The reason for the quotes around the word best is because, you weren't that good. You didn't even like kids, but it did pay. That was all that mattered.
Those who truly knew you, would call you a troubled teen. You didn't believe that though. You felt that others thought, just because you weren't clean cut and perky, that you were troubled. You weren't. Sure, you might stay out late, cussed out a few adults before, and have a drink or two with friends. You didn't think those were grounds to call you troubled. Your parents thought you were fine.
Their names were Tino and Berwald. You thought you t
2p!America x Reader - Misunderstandings ok so this fanfic is based on this picture I found http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com so yea hehe
Today, like always I was at Oliver's house. He was like a brother to me and since I live alone in the house next to them I'm always there. Francois was sitting on the couch smoking, Matt was upstairs, and Me and Ollie were in the kitchen making cupcakes. (DON"T WORRY THEY DON'T HAVE HUMAN PARTS IN THEM! this time!!!) "Poppet could you get the frosting please?" I stopped stirring the batter and gave it to him. "Sure!~" I opened the cabinet and saw the frosting on the top shelf. I tried to get it but I was to short. But out of nowhere Al grabs it and whispers in my ear. " Hey baby. Wanna let me take care of your pussy?" I snatc
W-What?!? (Jealous!2p!Romano X Reader)
It was a beautiful for the second player personification of South Italy, people refer to him as Romano but his human name is Flavio Vargas. He had a blonde hair despite being Italian but still it looks stylish and suits him, gray eyes which is covered by his blue sunglasses, and slightly tan skin. He wore a white jacket, a light violet scarf, a gray T-shirt, black pants, and black shiny shoes (that costs almost the same price as his expensive laptop).
Today was a beautiful for him because there's no one in his beloved house to ruin his happiness and he had no work today so it's his weekend. He lazily sat in his sofa alone because he told all his maids to go home to rest since he wanted to spend time alone for now, it was all nice until someone rang his doorbell. He got up and wonder who dares disturb him, he slowly open the door and saw you, panicking like there was no tomorrow.
You're his best friend since you two are toddlers, you were the first player p
Secret Smile (2P!France x Reader)A/N: Please read the DESCRIPTION box first, thanks!
“Nobody knows it, but you’ve got a secret smile and you use it only for me.”
You honestly don’t want to leave but what other option are you left with? Somewhere deep down inside you want him to ask you to say, though you know better. You know that he would never ask you to stay; there was no reason for him to do it, not unless… no. There was no “unless” and there was never going to be one either.
You poke your head inside the medium sized room and you gently knock on the open door. Francis Bonnefoy turns on his leather armchair to face you and eyes your appearance skeptically, “Oui cher?” the Frenchman asked and raises an eyebrow, “is there something you wish to say?”
Opening your mouth to say what was on your mind, you find yourself closing it as you thought of an even better way to express your words when yo
2p! America! x Reader: Let It Go (Songfic) Warning: Cursing & References to 'sexy' activities
The auburn headed American was sprawled out across Oliver’s pull out couch while contemplating his mistakes. It was great the first few months, his eyes wouldn’t wonder, and he only looked at you. The married life was actually better than you expected, your day would consist of waking up, eating breakfast together, and work, then coming home, and having the sexy time that Al always demanded. It soon changed though, he wouldn’t stay out late or come home at crazy hours, but he just seemed uninterested. The two of you didn’t cuddle while watching the baseball games or have nightly activities anymore. You didn’t worry though, because he was either home or out at work, and you would know since he always came home stained with blood. What you didn’t know was what happened while you were at work, you just assumed that he sta
HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug? - 2P!England
Gripping the blanket even tighter around your shivering shoulders you raced up the stairwell. Reaching the top of the stairs you took a quicker breather before continue to run up the next flight of stairs. Once you had reached the next floor you only had to walk across to reach room 272. Gathering the blanket tighter in your hands you lightly knocked on the door, hoping that he’d answer.
From behind the door you heard a little commotion, someone yawning before hearing shuffles towards the door. The door opened slowly at first but then was fully swung open. Inside was a very awake Oliver although from his bed hair you could tell that he had been asleep only moments ago. You noticed that his bright blue eyes were stable and not swirled with pink which you took as a good sign. Oliver was wearing a pastel blue shirt with the word ‘no’ printed in bold white letters. You guessed it was from his pastel goth days. Along with the shirt Oliver also wore pink pants.
Love. 2P!England x Reader
For someone who is a hopeless romantic, love is as easy as answering the question one plus one is two. Someone who believes unicorns, true love kisses, pixie dusts, and such, answering the question 'what is love?' will be like a descriptive passage from Shakespeare. However, as of now, he was having this heated argument with a young lady from the bookstore he frequently visited.
"I'm just saying, sir--also please put your knife away, I am not fazed with such a weapon--you're mind is clouded with little children's fairy tales." Complying with the (color)-headed wishes, Oliver tucked the sharp instrument inside his bag and puffed his cheeks towards her stubbornness as she still explained what love truly is.
"Love is just a set of reactions that are brain and nature planned. Scientists have already proven that there are at least 3 stages of different hormones and chemicals that--"
"NO, no, no, no! Stop with that yucky science-y stuff! Love is something magical and there's a special
2P!America x Child!Reader - Bug Spray
You stood in the corner of your room, frightened as you stared at the cockroach infront of you.
"AL! COME AND KILL THE COCKROACH IN MY ROOM!" you yelled.
"KILL IT YOURSELF!" Allen shout back.
Right before you knew it, the cockroach started flying towards you. You screamed and ran out of your room.
You were so mad at your brother for not killing the cockroach and he knew that you hate cockroach. You then go an idea and went to get the bug spray.
You walk towards Allen who was sleeping soundly on the living room couch. You then proceed to spray his face, not knowing about how toxic it was.
Allen immediately woke up, What the ****?! What was that for?!"
"It's for swearing just now and not coming to my room to kill the cockroach!" you replied.
"Fine!" Allen stoop up to wash his face right before going to your room and killed the cockroach.
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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