Nikki0139

“Ms. _______________?” “Yes?” “You fellow co-workers are at the bar again. The bar manager called.” “GREAT! Now I have to pick up those idiots again.” You said as you grabbed your house keys. “Thanks for informing me.” You said as you left out of your mansion. You were ________ _________, the personification of ___________. You usually went to those world conferences that were held in many places of the world. Luckily the latest one was held at your place. You had made many friends that were in those conferences since you first became independent from England about 50 years ago.

  Your cellphone vibrated in your pocket, and judging from the ringtone it was Japan calling. For every country you gave them their own ringtone; and since Japan, was, well, an otaku, to put it blunt, you had given him a Vocaloid song for his ringtone.  Digging around your pocket for the small device, you flipped it open and held it to your ear. "Hello? Kiku?"  "Ah, _____. This is Kiku speaking," Kiku answered politely. "I was wondering if you'd rike to get some snacks with me? Itary-san and Germany-san are out training."  "Shouldn't you be training with them too?" you asked curiously.  "No. Germany-san gave me a break," Kiku explaine

 You had noticed it lately. You didn't know why, but the boy who lived a few houses down from you..just never walked with you. His name was Arthur Kirkland, and lived only two houses after yours. You two always left school at the same time, but for some reason never decided to walk together. You never bothered to wait, and he never bothered to catch up. It somtimes got annoying. No way. It was REALLY annoyoing. You decided to confront him about it. As you turned to face your house, you waited for Arthur to walk by, before pulling him over to the side. "Arthur!" he cried, with lots of emotion built up inside. He looked a little worri

"Corporal knows French?" You stared at Connie incredulously, you jaw slightly agape. Connie, satisfied with your response, leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head. A shit-eating grin spread across his face, and he responded with a haughty tone: "Eyup. I heard him the other day, he was cursing in french at something that had gotten on his boot." Beside you, Reiner chuckled, the sound deep and low and reverberating up your spine. "Yeah right, Connie, you little weasel. How do we know you aren't lying?" Connie sat forward, his face enraged. "I'm not lying!" he exclaimed. "It's true!!" Jean looked less than convinced. "Re

“You’re sleeping with that thing again?” The familiar voice of the Italian carried a disgruntled tone as you clambered onto bed, his words raspy from drowsiness as he cracked one eye open to look at you. “There’s nothing wrong with it,” you retorted defensively, clutching the soft material of your teddy bear closer to your chest. “It helps me sleep. Really.” His scoff wasn’t very subtle as Romano propped himself up with his elbows, eyes narrowed at the plush animal that was held in your arms. You’d recently received the teddy bear from your mother who’d been digging through

         You wake with a start to find yourself in your own bedroom, in your own house. Clothes lay scattered on the floor along with your backpack and school work.         "F***!" You shout punching your pillow. It was all just a dream. A crazy, Thor 2 caused dream. You crawl out of bed and pull on sweatpants. You hobble to the kitchen to make tea.         While you wait for the water to boil you search for your laptop. It's time to make a fanfiction out of this dream.

"Hey Ludwig!" you called brightly as you stepped through the threshold to your favorite German's house. "Where are you at? I gotta ask you something!" You walked through Ludwig Beilschmidt's large, extremely clean appartment without a second thought, and found him in his small office, hunched over papers. Your surprise was limited at his current situation. . "Guten tag," he muttered without looking up at you. His bright blue eyes were concentrated on the printed words on the various papers he had spread out before him. The man looked like he hadn't slept in days. His hair wasn't in it's usual gelled back look, but hung messily around his fa

You groan as you come to, pushing the heavy blankets from your burning body and sigh as the cold winter air blows in from your open window. Your room was always too hot, especially when the house was shut up for the winter. You smiled slightly, at least the fever seemed to have gone down and maybe later in the day you could visit with your dad’s guest,  Tom Hiddleston, who was staying at your house while the movie people where discussing their newest idea with Tom. You had become an instant fan of his ever since you saw his performance as Loki, God of Mischief, and now he was just downstairs. “So close and yet so far…&rdquo

    "Look, Morgan," You said with a small pout, "I'm not going to do that to him!" you spoke in an angry whisper so Reid wouldn't hear you two from the other side of the plane. Morgan sighed.    "______, I'm not asking you to have sex with him! Just make him akward!" Morgan begged. You pouted and said,    "I don't want to be a part of your stupid prank war!" once again speaking in that angry whisper. Morgan gave you a convincing pout and your expression softend. "Ugh. Fine. Just don't give me that look anymore." you whispered with a tone of defeat in your voice. Morgan smirked and gestured twords Reid, who was reading a massive book. You