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FrancexReader Door of PicturesFrancexReader

Door of Pictures

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They say that bad things happen in threes. And you could certainly see all three things you had done wrong.

You should have never agreed to go to the party with Elizabeta.

You should have never accepted the bottle of beer Alfred gave you.

And You should have never let your drunk, best friend Francis get you alone.

When you had both woken up the next morning and realized what happened, things became extremely awkward. Then you had both agreed that maybe it was better if you weren't friends anymore.

Not that you wanted that. You were upset about losing your
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Going to a new school was always awkward, always a hassle. And you hated it.
You stared at the glowering faces of your new classmates. Yeah, just like the teacher said. You were really welcome here. After all, death glares and 'I'm going to beat the shit outta you.' looks were normal.

Yeah totally welcome, all that was missing was the giant cake with the words,  "FUCK OFF" on it.

One student actually smiled at you his red eyes twinkling. And then he ruined it by making an extremely perverted gesture.

Great. And to think that the only reason you were here was be
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An Awesome Valentine's day

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Valentines Day. Just like any other day of the year.

It wan't that you hated it. You just felt no need to celebrate it.

That was a lie. You always bought your self a small box of chocolates. Just so you could say that you had some.

But still, the holiday was like a scab on the calender.

Sighing you turned on your laptop. After checking your messages on DeviantART you turned to the only thing that allowed you to escape the world for a while.
Fan fictions.  To be more precise, CountryxReaders.

After a moment of thinking, you smiled and type
Button mashing (GermanyXReader)“You ready?”

“I was born ready.” You told your albino friend with a smirk which he mirrored deviously. “So be it zhen!” With that comment the match started and you both begun to pummel each other’s character.

The button mashing that commenced would have made even Alfred stare at in admiration and shock. Unfortunately though at the last moment Gilbert’s man kicked at ‘your’ legs, making you fall to the ground and as such you lost.

“The usual stakes?” You muttered with a grimace. Snickering like a happy dog, he grinned and nodded. “Great...”

The stakes you a
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Drunken Fool
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You winced as the door slammed. Looking up from your book, you could see that you weren't the only one who was disturbed. Seamus, Arthur and Dylan are all looking over the tops of their books, frowning.

Allistor, the eldest of the Kirkland brothers, stumbled into the living room. His cheeks were bright red, a dopey grin on his face. You glanced at Arthur. His large eyebrows had taken a skydive down to hover over his glaring green eyes. (The guy had gigantic eyebrows. As his best friend you were allowed to make fun of them.)

"Lassie!! Jis' tha girl Ah want'd ta see!!" He
Werewolf!2P!GermanyxReaderWerewolf!2P!GermanyxReader

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What would you do if your were trapped, face to face with a maniacal wolf?

Most people would scream, others would freeze up. It was really good you weren't most people. The moment the wolf had entered the clearing, it's teeth bared and hackles raised, your survival skills had leapt into over drive.

You had run to the nearest tree and climbed up it, moving like a monkey. The dark auburn wolf howled and snarled, trying in vain to climb after you. You stared down at it, trying not to pass out from fright.

Your heart pounded against your ribs, beating at an erra
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Harassment

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You dreaded work.

Not because it was boring (Because it was insanely boring. It wasn't because your boss worked everyone to the bone (Mr.  Beilschmidt didn't tolerate laziness.)

No, what you were dreading, was the man you shared an office cubical with.

Arthur Kirkland.

A man whose conversations sent people to sleep and whose strict demeanor made even the toughest of people cringe sometimes.

And a man who was an utter and complete pervert.

What you dreaded when going to work, was having to suffer through another day of sexual harassment.

You en
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Strippers

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The doorbell rang, you scowled, slamming your book shut. Who had come to bother you at the ungodly hour of 2:56? You knew who it would be, which made your temper flare even more.

Opening the door, you scowled. Three men stood on your porch, faces bright red. You gave them your best poker face, while inside you felt ready to tear their heads off.
Every single month, at least twice a week these clowns showed up.  Naked. Well, nearly naked, they had blankets wrapped around their waists.

"Again?"

They nodded, glancing behind then as if they expected to see a crowd
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Traveling with the BTT

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Okay for this one, the reader lives in America >_> That way she/he can travel to Europe and the story makes more scene. xD
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Your biggest dream was to travel. Everyone who knew you, knew this fact.(Hell, you had even used it as conversation starters a few times.)

But it was a far fetched dream, for three little reasons.

A) Money was a problem.
B) You could speak fluently in only two languages.
C) Your parents.

Yes, you were a legal adult, and you lived in your own apartment. But, that didn't stop your parents from r
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"Please Luddy!" You pouted up at the tall German. He scowled, crossing his arms.

"I don't know ____. I really don't like people in zere." His cheeks turned pink.

You stared at him.

He stared back.

"Jesus Luddy. It's not like it's your porn closet. It's just your kitchen." You huffed, rolling your eyes.

His face flushed red. "I don't have a....... FINE." He moved so you could walk past him. You smirked, waltzing into his kitchen.

You had come to Ludwig's mainly because he had the best equipped kitchen you had ever seen. And you liked to have
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You walked through the throng of milling cats ans Elizabeta explained the purpose of the shelter.

"All of these cats need a home and someone who can care for them."
You nodded, nearly tripping over a large dark grey cat. It looked up at you, it's purple eyes glaring. You shivered and stepped around it.

"Elizabeta!!" You both looked towards the voice.
A guy wearing a pink dress flipped a piece of his shoulder length hair. Elizabeta rolled her eyes.

"What Felix?"

The guy struck a pose and pouted, "You, like totally putting her asleep vid dat speech. Just let her p
EnglandxReaderxFrance Gimme a breakEnglandxReaderxFrance

Gimme a break!

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You were late for work. You glanced at your watch again, as if it would tell you the opposite. It didn't. You broke into a slow jog, trying to keep hold on the stack of papers in your arms.

Rushing around the corner, you let out a yelp as you hit someone. The person let out a curse, stumbling back a few steps.

"Sorry!!Sorry!!" You looked up, face bright red with embarrassment. The man looked at you, then grinned. He wore a fancy looking suit and a top hat was perched at a rakish angle on his head. He was also holding a cane.

"No problem love."
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Dance of a Fox and Wolf

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Masquerade balls. Not only a giant waste of of money, but also a waste of your time. Seriously, who the hell held Masquerade balls in the 21st century?

You stared at the gold paper decorated with red roses. Loopy cursive dictated where and when the ball was. A stupid invitation. You were about to crumble it, when something stopped you.

It was a little stamp, really nothing most people would notice. But you noticed and scowled. It was stamped in purple ink. It was a simple design, a bleeding rose and a sword crossed over a shield.

A stamp you recognize
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Approval
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This was bad. Very very bad. You bit your bottom lip, wondering what you should do. What could you do? There was no way to prevent it. You could only tell him and hope he wouldn't grow angry.

Sitting down, you looked about the tidy apartment and allowed a small smile grace your lips. It was a nice and cozy home, full of things both you and Francis loved. The smile dropped when you thought of what you had to tell him.

As if your worried thoughts had summoned your fiance, the front door swung open and the tired looking man tromped in. After closing the door and kicking h
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A heavy weight was crushing your chest. You tried to shift out of the way, knowing without opening your eyes what it was.

"Get off Gilbert."

"Nien." He mumbled, tightening his hold on your waist.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, frowning down at the man.

His face was pressed in between your breasts, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
He did this every night. Sneaking into your bed, leaving you to wake up extremely pissed.

Gilbert had been doing this for two years now.

You could lock your door, set up booby traps and even a burglar alar
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Where the hell where you? You sighed and looked at the scrap of paper for what felt like the hundredth time in an hour.

You hadn't passed any of the streets listed on here. How the hell did you always get lost? You could use a frickin' GPS and still get lost.

Crumbling the paper, you tossed it into the nearest trash can, completely giving up. Better to find the nearest hotel and ask for directions in the morning, it was getting dark out.

You walked quickly down the maze of streets slowly becoming disoriented.

Stopping at the mouth of an alley, you stopped panting slight
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Mousy, Boring. A bother to be around. A little nobody.

You hated those words. The ones he used to break up with you. He wouldn't be able to use them on you ever again.

Revenge was going to be sweet.
The plan was simple.

Arthur went to an all boy school, he was the most popular guy there. He had even been on the towns new station a couple of times. How would he feel if that spot was taken by an exchange student?

You were going to pose as the exchange student.

"Okay gurl." Felix fluffed your newly cut hair.  "Ve gotta find a style dat puts his punk look to shame."

"Goth?"

"P
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That hockey stick. The one wrapped in barbed wire . The one with blood stained bandages.

How you hated it.

But he loved it, he cherished it like it was his one and only love.

He wasn't home right now, probably off messing around at some club. He would come back drunk, smelling of cigarettes and cheap perfume. But not yet, not for a while.

But you were home and so was the stick.

You walked over to it and grabbed the handle. It was heavy, surprisingly heavy. The handle was worn smooth, but the rest was rough.

It looked like it would burn quite easily.

You enter
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Someone was knocking on the front door. Setting your book down, you paused before opening it.

You opened it and sighed.

Berwald Oxenstierna.

The tall Swedish man stood on your front porch, his shoulders hunched. Rain was pelting down, soaking through his clothing. So much like that night, three years ago.

"Damn it!!!" You cried, running through the heavy downpour. You had forgotten you umbrella AGAIN.  Geez, It was the second time this month.

You slowed to a walk, squinting slightly. There was someone sitting on the bench up ahead. A tall man sat hunched on the park bench.

Normally you a
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New look, old feelings
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It had been at least fifteen years since you had last seen your best friend France. Your countries had been Allies for years. Ever since you had helped him during the Hundred years war.

You smiled slightly, hoping he would be surprised to see how much you had changed.

For countries, fifteen years really didn't gather that many changes. But your country had grown prosperous during those years, making you seem to glow.

France probably looked the same as he always had. You were glad he had invited you over.

"France!!! Francis!" You rang his doorbell, stepping

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You giggled evilly as you wrote down the last word. This was going to be too much fun. An

Ludwig was such a perfect target. You would have preferred to try this on Gilbert, seeing as he probably would get pissy, but he was out drinking. So, Ludwig it was.

You ran along the silent hallways of his house, giggling madly. Racing up the stairs, you burst into his office. Staring at him, you felt another wave of giggles stirring in your stomach.

The blonde German looked up from his paper work, a scowl forming on his face. You gaze him a dazzling smile and held out the paper.

"Hey Luddy! I was wondering if you could say these for me?"

He took the paper cautiously, and studied it. His eyes narrowed behind his glasses as he got farther down the list. He looked up and pursed his lips.

"I'm not saying zese,  ______."  He gave you back the paper and you sighed.  "Why not?"

"I can't pronounce some of zose." He blushed slightly, glaring at his paper work.

"But Luddy, just one?"  You gave him your best pouty face. Ludwig sighed, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. You waited, biting your lower lip. Finally he looked up and nodded. You pumped your fists and pointed to the very last word.

"Say this one."

Ludwig looked at the word, then at you. You suppressed a wave of giggles, biting your tongue.

He mouthed the word silently and you could see him struggling to say it. It took all your will power not to laugh out loud.

"S-Sk-Skuirr-ul." He frowned and tried again. He got the same result. Slamming the paper down, he glared up at you. You flinched slightly, but still felt like laughing.

"Please leave  _____. I have papervork to do."

You left, bursting into laughter as soon as you were out of earshot. That was too much fun.


Something was chattering. You frowned sleepily, turning over in bed. The chattering got even louder. You opened your eyes blearily.
A fuzzy grey brown thing was chattering at you, it's tail waving wildly.

It was a fucking squirrel.

Screaming, you shot out of bed and scrambled away from it. Racing into the living room, you snatched up your phone, dialing rapidly.

"Luddy!!! There's a squirrel in my house!!!"

"A vat?" He sounded amused some how.

"A squirrel!!!"

"Sorry ______, you're going to have to say it in German."

WHAT? He wanted you to say squirrel in German?! How were you supposed to know that?!

You hung up the phone and turned to face the little beast barreling towards you. You were going to kill Ludwig for this.
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~karks1992 Mar 31, 2013
Omg hilarious :D
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~Ostara-Frost Mar 31, 2013  Student Writer
:> Thanks!
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~FakeK Mar 27, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I died. xD
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~Ostara-Frost Mar 27, 2013  Student Writer
xD
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~Wildheart63 Mar 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
crying
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:>
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PART TWO PLEASE ;O;!
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xD
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"Eichhörnchen" Suck on that Germany!
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