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Popular!PrussiaxShy!Artistic!Reader~Request The halls were quiet. No sounds of squeaking shoes, shouts from the football team, talking and mumbles of the students, slamming lockers or the annoying giggling coming from the 'popular' girls. It was the only time of the day you really liked, and pretty much the only time you could actually focus of your work.
Scribbling down your finished sketch, taking a moment to admire your work, it wasn't long before some random girl snatched it and took a nice glance at it.
"Whose this supposed to be?" she laughed sarcastically, however you knew to all well she couldn't do any better.
"It's a drawing.." you replied, wishing you had the ability to
Neko!EnglandxNeko!Reader: Lost
'I can't find them,' Iggycat thought in a panic. 'I can't find them!'
A soft meow came from under the couch.
"Amerikit?" Iggycat asked. "Canakit? Where are you…oh dear __________ is going to kill me."
"Why am I going to kill you?" you asked walking in through the cat door.
Iggycat looked at you with scared eyes, "I lost them…"
You have him a quizzical look, "Lost who?"
"The kittens! I'm a terrible father!" he cried out.
Chuckling you called out, "Amerikit…Canakit, come on out I think your father has been punished enough. Next time watch them or they'll go wandering off again. I found them down the street," you looked at your young. "Am
Leave Me Alone! Bully!2p!CanadaXNerd!Reader"Hey! Four eyes!"
 You flinched at the nickname but you grit your teeth and tightened your hold on your books, determined not to look at him. Grin and bear it, as your mother used to say.
 "Hey, four eyes! I'm talking to you!"
 God, why couldn't he just leave you alone?! You saw all the girls in your class fangirl over that jerk, though you didn't understand why at all. Sure, he was Canadian, but what differance did that make?
 God, how you hated him. You hated that stupid, shit eating grin of his, that stupid Canadian accent, and his stupid I'm better than you attitude. To top it all off, he felt the need to bully you constantly and remind you why you were part of the unpopular crowd. Oh yes, you loathed him, and you were starting to get sick of his bullshit.
You felt a hand slam down on your shoulder and you whipped around, your patience wearing thin. Sure enough, you came face-to-face with jock Matthew Williams and his usual goddamn grin, long blond hair pulled b
Only You CanadaXArtist!ReaderThere was no sound to be heard. No screams, no gossip, giggles and whining were scarcly heard, if that.
 It was, in your opinion, the best time of the day. After all, how could you focus on drawing when the girl who sits next to you in history won't shut up about Alfred's ass?
 Oh yes, being in the art room, with a pad and a pencil, accompanied by that beautiful golden silence, was absolutly amazing. Well, it was silent, until the door was violently thrown open and the clack of three identical hot pink high heels echoed through the nearly deserted art room. Tearing your eyes away from the scetch pad, you looked up at the girls, and met three identical females with identical smirks plastered to their makeup covered faces. Ok, maybe they weren't completly identical, but all popular girls looked the same to you.
 The tallest of the girls, with long blond hair and bright blue eyes, stepped forward and glanced at your scetch pad with a sneer. "Wh
Too Cute! Jealous!FranceXReaderXNeko!England"Awww! You're so cute!"
 Francis Bonnefoy watched his lovely girlfriend, _____, snuggle with a kitty you'd dubbed as "IggyCat". You'd claimed to have found the cat on the street, though Francis had a feelng that cat was none other than Arthur Kirkland's. For, unlike his own cat with it's thick, fluffy fur, this cat had very short hair, green eyes, and even the Arthur-ish thick caterpiller eyebrows.
 And, also very much like Arthur, this kitty just couldn't keep his paws off you.
Yes, Francis knew about Arthur's crush on you all too well, and it honestly wouldn't have surprised him if Arthur used that black magic of his and turned himself into a cat, just to have an excuse to snuggle with you. Assuming it was just a cat, however, it might have been a little low to be jealous of a mere cat, but the fact that you were paying more attention to that damn cat than Francis really bothered him.
 "Excusez-moi, ma cher?" The Frenchman placed a hand on your shoulder, smiling broadl
AmericaxReader: I Don't Wanna Grow Up!
AmericaxReader

I Don’t Wanna Grow Up!

-XxwhybelievexX

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“Hey Alfred!” you hollered and waved an arm after patting some more snow on you and your little sister’s snow man.

“Hey, ______! What’s up, brah?” Alfred answered, jaywalking from his mailbox to your side of the street, but he still looked both ways.

“Nothing much; Maddy and I are making a snowman.” You answered as he walked into your front lawn, leaving fresh tracks.

“He’s ruinin
Tattoo Englandxreader"♪ Hey hey Daddy, could  I have some rum?

Hey hey Mummy, hey hey mummy

It doesn't matter what I do, I never forget

The taste of pudding we had long ago in my head!

Draw a circle, that's the earth.

Draw a circle, that's the earth

Draw a circle, that's the...♪ Hey!"  I whined, annoyed someone had pulled out my earphones.

"W-what are you listening to?!" demanded a familiar British voice. I smirked.

"Why, I'm listening to you, Artie." I responded coyly. 

His face turned bright red.  He's so easy to rile up!  I thought.

"W-well knock it off!"  he told me, clearly getting more flustered.

"Awww, but why?" I pouted.

"Because i
Simple Arithmetic: Papa!EnglandxDead!Reader"Mattie!" Alfred yelled out, calling the other soft spoken boy into the playroom.

Matthew walked over to his brother who had his head buried deep within a chest of their fathers. "Why are you looking at Dad's old clothes?" Mattie asked Alfred.

"Never mind that, would you look at some of this?" Alfred exclaimed, pulling out an old plaid detective hat and placing it on his head. "I'm going to be Sherlock Holmes, and you can be Watson!" he said, pulling out a bowler hat and sticking it on Matthew's head.

Arthur had stopped once he heard the conversation, and was about to tell them not to mess with his things, when he heard them talking about
BTTxReader- Nap Time"Come on! Get up, you lazy asses!"

"Nnnnnng…."

"Uuuuuuhhh…."

"Errrrg…"

You sighed, pulling the covers off of your three roommates, "It's two o'clock. Way past time to wake up."

"Nein, _____. It's much too early." Gilbert muttered, snuggling up to Antonio, who lay beside him, for warmth.

"Oui. You could get in the bed with us, Cherie. It would be nice. We could have sex and zhen sleep until midnight like always." Francis chuckled perversely.

"Always? What universe are you living in, Francis…?"

"A better one than yours, apparently."

"Si, chica." Antonio put in, trying to shove Gil away, "Siesta time is muy importante."

"Come on, _____
2P!AmericaXReader-Starry Night Monster"________, you... don't think I'm a... monster, do you?"

You blinked and lifted your head up to see her friend Alfred, well, the other Alfred.

America, Alfred F. Jones' counterpart, "Anti-America".

You bit your lip slightly as you raced through some thoughts in your busy little head. Yeah, instead of this Alfred being the so-called-Hero, this one was a villain, with his tanned skin and dark reddish-brown hair with a much similar cowlick to the official America, and instead of glasses he had sunglasses placed on top of his head, which occasionally slipped. But... this Alfred... has killed people. The bat he always carried around with nails
America x Reader ~Nearsighted~~Nearsighted~

“Alfred, I like you.”

The person who you had a crush on for nearly three years was standing right in front of you and staring at you. Before, you had only stolen glances at him from various points of your classrooms afraid that he or some other classmate might catch you looking at him. Alfred wasn’t a particularly smart student, but just to increase your chances of being in the same classes with him, you remained in preparatory courses instead of the honors and advanced courses your teachers and counselors had recommended. Now, after many years of watching him from afar, you finally summed up your courage and
Bullied!FranceXReader(With some Punk!England)"Pervert!"
"Fag!"
 "Rapist!"
 Francis Bonnefoy grit his teeth, using all his will power to keep from turning around and giving those bastards a piece of his mind. Sure, Francis was a litte.....Overpassionate, but did that give them the right to call him a rapist? No, it most certainly did not!
 He didn't bother correcting them anymore, though. He just learned to grin and bear it, for there was nothing else he could do. It's not like his teachers gave two shits either way, and his parents.........Well, his relationship with them wasn't the pleasent of most, and he had a feeling going to them for his personal problems would only make them worse.
 "Freak!"
 Just grin and bear it, he reminded himself.
"You creeper, how many girls have you raped today?"
 Grin......Grin and bear it.
 Francis had been counting to 10 in French, his mother language, trying to calm down, when a hand slammed down on his shoulder. Francis whipped around, no longer able to ke
2p!America x Child! Reader - Soft Side Ch 1A/N: this will have a touchy subject for some people, strong language, gore and just sad stuff. Don't like? Don't read! Thank you!
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“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches

You ran. Not caring where, how fast you were going or what you bumped into.

You just ran.

*Flash Back*

"And stay up there you little bitch!" your drunken father shouted while slamming your bedroom door. You hated him. He hut you an
Love is Blind - 2P!America x Shy!Blind!ReaderBeing blind made her vulnerable. Innocent to all the evilin the world. Oblivious to all the chaos there was. It made her shy. Despite being blind, she was always able to see the good in people. Some people? They weren't good. That's where he came in. He wasn't good, yet he still protected her. Something about her made him want to protect that innocence. He wanted to preserve her purity, so she wouldn't have to witness the crueties of the world, like he did. The last thing he wanted was to see her hurt. His name? Alfred F. Jones. His mission in life? To protect [First Name] [Last Name].

"Hey! I'm home." Alfred called, entering his small, tras
Goodbyes: America x Reader
“No,” you said with a small smile on your face that the blond could tell was fake, “I hate goodbyes. They’re pointless, when I’m going to see you again soon. Only if I was actually never going to see you would I say something like that.”

Alfred stared at you, confused for a moment, then said with a toothy grin, “Until we meet again, then, _____!”

“Yeah, I’ll see you!” you said, a wider, truer smile gracing your face and making Alfred swell with happiness.

~

You hated goodbyes. There was no point to them, and you always made a point of saying so. Alfred loved watching your f
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I, Alfred F. Jones, don't get it, I really don't. Despite being bullied all the time for her good grades and coke bottle glasses, ____ was always so pleasent, so upbeat.

She's the last person I would have expected to commit suicide.

Through their tears, her parents said that, in her suicide letter, the reason why she killed herself is because of the bullying she had to put up with every day she went to school. Those words made my blood run cold, because I was one of the bullies who pushed her to do that, the ring leader actually. From name calling to groping, she certainly got it all, though you could never tell it hurt her by that sappy smile she always had plastered to her face when she told people she was fine.

 That fact probably makes it even more disrespectful to stand before her grave as I do now. Rain started to fall, the drops sliding down my blond locks and hitting the grass below, but I hardly cared; the rain mixed quite well with my tears.

 Why didn't I tell her how beautiful she was, instead of calling her four eyes and ugly?

 Why did I make fun of the way she laughed, when I only wanted to hear it more and more?

 Why did I tell her to die, when I want nothing more than for her to live?

 Why didn't I tell ____ I loved her?

 God, I'm so stupid. To think I had the chance to hold her in my arms, and instead to chose to bring her down, to look cool in front of my so called friends. I glanced up at the sky, the rain continuing its steady fall, though it looked crimson red to me. Red with ____'s blood that stained my hands.

 It's all my fault, but it's too late to say I'm sorry. It's too late to realize how much I need her. "I'm sorry." I whispered, my voice cracking with emotion. "I'm so sorry, ___."

 The rain fell for a while that day, and my tears fell even longer.

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Too Late Bully!AmericaXDead!Readerby ~MidnightShadows24

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It makes me sad how many kids kill themselves over bullies, and so I wrote this. To all bullies reading this: please think twice about bullying someone, because you just might prevent a death.
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~Awesome-Pancakes May 8, 2013
T_T So sad and touching.... CUDOS TO YOU BRO!!!!!


Hm.. I hope I spelled cudos right.... And used it in the right context.... Hm..
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~LaylaAlvedo Apr 18, 2013
That's what Hero from Superchick is all about.
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=MrsKyoya Feb 13, 2013  Student General Artist
Did I ever tell you how much I love this? cause I do, so much~ It is so sad and beautifully written it made me cry :iconsniffplz: You are so amazing and I hope you know that :tighthug:
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~angelneko1 Feb 13, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
this is a reply to kittykat102 and MidnightShadows24. i have read your response to to this story and it breaks my heart to read that you both were bullied and thought about commiting suicde. you both are wonderful people, i can tell from your writing, and it would be a damn shame if you both died. although i have never been bullied, i have thought about suicide when my father was in the hospital and when my parents yell and scream at me for grades. every time that i have thought about death, i called my mother and my friend. although you may not have friends at your school or country you have wonderful friends on this site. this site is not only a place where you can put up artwork and literature, but a chance to meet new people and become friends with them. there are people here who love you and truly care for you. i am one of them. if you ever feel down you can go to my page and rant all of your troubles and i will listen to youcries. oneday in life you will find someone who will love you for who you are. this person will truely love you for all that you are, including all of your weakness. this person will take your weakness and turn it into your greatest strenght. i leave you with this song.

Beautiful Ones- Poets of the Fall
Flies with a broken wing, she's ever so graceful, so like an angel,
but I see, tears flow quietly.

The struggle she's seen this spring, when nothing comes dancing,
paying a handsome fee, and still she smiles at me.

And I can't take it, no I can't help but wonder...

Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
How do you break a heart of gold?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Heroes of tales unsung, untold.

Sweet as an angel sings, she gives though she has none left but the
last one, free, unhesitatingly.

And I am humbled, I'm a broken mirror, and I can't help but wonder...

Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
How do you break a heart of gold?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Heroes of tales unsung, untold.

Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
Why when they walk with love alone?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Just trying to find their way home.

you are beautiful.
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Mood: Tearful ~icey-angel Feb 3, 2013
ahhhh TT^TT
so sad!!
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Mood: Sorrow !kittykat102 Jan 25, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
WARNING. WALL OF TEXT AHEAD.

Damn... this was... simply HEARTBREAKING. TTATT I feel the need to change this story... D: To make it have a happy ending... but I know it's useless. Some things are just impossible to change. I'd seriously do anything to stop those who think of suicide or at least lessen their pain. D': I was bullied my first few years in my country for being a "gringo"(offensive latin-american slang for american or englishman), even though I was just raised outside my country, and that doesn't make me a foreigner... ;A; but that's the excuse those bullies used, that I was a good-for-nothing gringo and was better off dead. >.> and it was a really sad episode of my life, I didn't smile at all and actually thought of suicide a few times... I was never the same after that, even nowadays I find it hard to smile, and if someone approaches me I back off scared they'll hurt me... I also became rather paranoic, if I get a friend I tend to be wary of them thinking they're plotting something behind my back, and besides that I'm always really melancholic. I used to be the popular type, who talked to everyone, was friends with everyone, etc. I can hardly utter a word now, and even though I'm not bullied anymore I don't have any friends because I don't talk to anyone. I just wish those biatches who stole my old life away would GIVE IT BACK. Seriously, I love my country but I can't help but blame it for all the bad things that happened in my life. I wanna go back to my old country, my beloved country, where only happy things happened to me but no one seems to understand that, not even my parents. My own parents think I'm a weirdo for loving the country we used to live in as much as or even more than the country where I suffered abuse. Hell yeah. The fact that they bullied me for being a "foreigner" actually makes me want to tell everyone I meet: "I'm a foreigner". It's technically a lie, yes, but can't a girl be rebellious?

Sorry for the wall of text/rant, I was a bit moody today thinking about the past and I just had to let it all out. GOD, was that long... :iconsweatdropplz:
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~MidnightShadows24 Jan 26, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I feel for you, sweetheart. I was bullied as well, for a reason even more ridiculous. My school doesn't treat "freaks" such as myself too kindly. It hurt so much to have so many of my friends leave me, because they were scared of being seen with a freak such as myself. I also considered suicide, but I never had the guts to go through with it. Sometimes, even now, I think about killing myself. But I can't seem to find the courage to cut anywhere but my thighs. :( If I could slit my wrists and end it, I think sometimes I'd be happier.

And it's alright, I understand how it feels to want to let it all out. No need to apologize, love. :hug:
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~wubwubwolf Jan 21, 2013
I'm touched, this is a wonderbar piece!
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~SakuraLover01 Jan 13, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for writing this.
I've read some of the comments below. I'm a victim of bullying, and knowing other people out there has been through the same as me, but instead of dwelling on it for years like I've done, and instead moved on, warms my heart. I hope you have it much better now.

I have never been able to move on, at least not fully. It's been 3 years since people daily bullied me, but I still feel haunted by their words and actions. The other day a guy made a comment about how much he disliked the way I acted and dressed up, and right then and there I was angry and yelled at him, but when I came home I started crying, and I cried until I fell asleep.
I made a counterpart to deal with problems. Since my real name is Hanne, she likes to call herself Enna. She is tough, and she protects me, but she will only do that, she won't comfort me. That's why I cry.
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Reading this made me remember everything I've been through, and while reading I was actually crying. But at the same time I was happy, cause I realized how far I've come since then. I've gotten so many more friends since then and my life is much better.

I'm sorry, I'm just ranting on about myself, but I really like this. I hope you got it better too :heart:
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Mood: Joy ~xXXStars-and-Flowers Jan 12, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
This is such a nice and meaningful story even if it was short. I love how you made the story sad but sweet at the same time when Alfred wanted to tell the reader he loved her! ^_^
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