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Young forever Sealand X Reader
Sealand walked up to you with a box in his hands and set it before you. "I got a little something for us!" He said, looking at you with beaming eyes. "I really want to play it with you, ___!" He smiled cheerfully and tugged at your shirt.
"What is it, Sealand?" He pulled you toward him and took you to the gaming room.
"I got all these game systems and games from America, and I really wanted to play with you! I thought I could show you how good I actually am! I think I might even be better than Japan!" He hurriedly set up the systems and looked at you eagerly. "I can't wait!"
Sealand seemed to have liked you for a long time now, you were a small and unknown girl, which made you both get along very well. "Well how about soul caliber then!? My favorite is Cervantes!" He grabbed the controller and tossed you the other one, switching on the power.
"Just wait! You'll see how good I am. " The game began. Sealand was so fast at his fingers that you couldn't even recover from his attacks. Time
GermanyXReader Tutoring the Unteachable: Part 2SATURDAY:
Well, your morning surprisingly started out well! None of the younger kids woke you up in the middle of the night for reasons like they wanted water or they had to go to the restroom like they normally do.
Because they cleaned the house yesterday, you though you should cook breakfast. You decide to make eggs, toast, pancakes and sausages. As you set the table, you phone rang.
‘That’s weird, it’s Alfred. Wait, how does he have my number? I never gave it to him!’ You though to yourself as you picked up the phone.
“Good Morning, ___! I just needed to tell you that the schedule for today has changed a little. We are having the first, and then we can study! Sound good to you?”
“Um, yeah sounds good to me. Just one thing, how did you get my number?”
“I have my ways, well bye!” He replied as he hung up, leaving you to wonder how he got it!
‘Did I give it to him? Did someone else give it to him? Did he
The Ghost in the Graveyard (Hetalia Short Story)
"Hmm, that's odd, no name." You looked over the letter once more for a return address. You'd been invited to attend a winter party at the local graveyard. It was a weird place to have a party for this time of year, but you were bored, and it was a party.
Upon arriving to the party, you noticed there were quite a few confused looks going around. America walked up to greet you. "Hey there, you didn't happen to throw this party did you?"
"No, I figured it was you or maybe Poland. I didn't have a name on my letter."
"Yah, that's the thing brah. Everyone got the same letter, so no one knows who's throwing the party. I guess whoever it is isn't here, though, because I've talked to everyone." He let out his usual obnoxious laugh and headed over to the snack table.
"Hey look everybody." Italy was standing on an old, large sarcophagus, holding up a letter. "A bird just gave me this letter."
"Sure it did, wanker." Britain scoffed.
Italy jumped down to let America have
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