Elise-Andrews

  A loud slam woke you up from your peaceful slumber.  But you, being the mature child you were, didn't cry or get scared.  Instead, you got out of the fluffy (f/c) blankets that you have been tucked into to sleep, and went toward the strange noise. The noise came from the other side of the house, as you were making your way, you kept an eye out for your big brothers.  But as you neared the room, and didn't see a sign of anyone, you thought that maybe they didn't hear it. You walked into the room confidently.  Turns out, it was the music room.  In the middle of the large room was a grand piano, hanging on one of the walls was Lukas' violin,

"C'mon!  C'mon, c'moooooon!" Your impatient self whined. It's been a week since the meeting, and seeing the other Denmark.  So you just forgot about it.  Now, it was nearing Christmas and you were going out to get a tree. "Faster!  Faster!" You called, tugging on Finland's hand, trying to make him walk faster.  Other Nordics not far behind. Finland just chuckled at you.  And let go of your hand so you could run around, to pick out a tree.  After some time of you looking at tree after tree, and not noticing much of a difference between them, you found one. "Ooh!  Big brother Berwald!  I found one!"  You shouted, knowing to use their human

"WAKEY WAKEY PRINCESSE!"  Denmark said as he rudely slammed the door open to your bedroom. "Nejjjj! Jeg er træt! **" You whined as you rolled over in your small bed from IKEA. "Aw!  Don't you wanna meet everyone squirt?" Denmark said as he plopped down on your bed. Truth was, you did really want to meet new people, but it was too early for you.  You've only been with the Nordics for a couple days.  But within that span of time, you started calling all of them your Big Brothers. (Which really pleased Lukas.) So you lazily nodded and let him dress you for the day.  You put on a white blouse with dark denim jeans and red converses*.  Yo

"Well..  I can explain.." "Then go on and do it!  Is she yours?  You got lai-- GYHH-- N-NOR--ACK"  Lukas started to strangle Mathias, the normal occurrence. "No!  Of course not!  I found her outside, and her father, at least I think it was her dad, was chasing her.  I think he did this to her, abused her I mean.." The room was silent, even the loud-mouthed Dane was quiet.  The faint howling of the winds hitting the house and snow whipping around trees could even be heard.  Just then Berwald started to walk out of the room, upstairs. "..Su-san?  Where are you going?" Tino timidly asked, under said Swedes intimidating look. "Well, she's st

  Life was hell.  Surely someone as young as you wouldn't know what hell was, right?  But sadly, you had to mature faster than other girls your age.  You father, constantly beat you.  Ever since your mother died, he began to drink.  At first he was just 'funny' but now, he was just hitting you for pleasure. "___!  Get your ass down here!  Now!"  You hear your father bark at you from downstairs.  As you make it to the bottom of the steps, a hand comes in contact with your cheek, so hard you can feel the nails digging into your flesh.  You cry out a little in pain, while your father just gets a psychotic smirk.  Creeping closer to you, you s

Romano's P.o.V. This is hopeless, I have no idea where they went..  Maybe I should just go back to the World Conference and hear the plan.  It was decided, Romano is going back, he can't find Italy or Russia. At teh Meeting After hearing America's plan everyone was shocked that the doof and immature America could come up with such an amazing and fullproof plan.  Just then Romano came bursting through the doors panting heavily. "ROMAAAA!!!!"  Spain yelled and glomped him the moment he came through the door. "Argh!  Get off Tomato-Bastardo!  Did you guys come up with a plan to get Ita back yet?!" "Lookie here!  You DO care about Ita!" Spa

Italy's P.o.V. 'I am going to teach Russia a lesson, why did he have to do this to me?!'  Italy angrily thought while walking down the sidewalk, but he heard someone call his name.  Roma?..  He whipped around to see Romano shouting at him. "Ita!  Ita--...." "W-what Romano?" As if on queue Italy felt a aura and a gigantic person looming over him.  He turned to see a very angry Russian. "Kolkol, hallo, I believe I was not finished with you the other day.  Da?" Russia started with a smile adorning his lips. Before Italy could even react, a pipe connected with the back of his head and all he heard was his brother shouting his name and bein

Hi guys! Sorry this took so long, I promise to try and get the next one out sooner. I always really look forward to posting these because, and I mean this in the least vain way possible, you guys always do amazing with supporting the series and I know you'll do the same for this chapter, so thank you. Please enjoy. _______________________________________ You were awoken by a tuneful humming, and honestly, even in your groggy state it was quite a pleasant thing to be woken up by. Squinting your eyes open so they could adjust to the sunlight seeping into the room, you wondered what time it was, if it was already light. You wouldn't have been

“So, Gilbert...” You trailed off, “How did you get here?” It had been maybe a few hours since the strange man had shown up in your cell.  The effect of the sound Kuolo had made had finally worn off and you were able to sit up straight without Tino’s assistance.  Gilbert had recognized your condition and decided to hold back on asking any questions or pressing any issues until you were better, which you really appreciated. “It would be easier if you just started at the beginning.” Tino inputted “Well, alright.  You see... Feli, Ludwig, and I just got back from a small journey and were ready to re

You slowly stepped closer to Severin, every step you took required courage you never realized that you had.  The thought of the sound no longer bothered you.  The most recent one came from this Dragon, but the other one had not.  It brought up multiple problems, but nothing else concerned you besides this moment.   The aura around Severin was heavy and melancholy.  He was most certainly in his last moments and was on the edge of death.  This intrigued you greatly.  Never before had you seen a  Dragon, dying.  There was this feeling of obligation that welled up inside of you.  Your hand came into contact with his scales.  Severin turned quickl

“Yeah, but then… if you spent the night at my house, I don’t know what I’d do to you…” Prizefic for dear Amphany (https://www.deviantart.com/amphany) ! I hope you like it~... Cover art drawn for me by Amphany (https://www.deviantart.com/amphany) herself :'D    You placed your head on the desk and groaned.    You were staying afterhours at school for detention; luckily, you weren’t alone. Sitting around you were your best friends.    You were still somewhat new to this private school, and it seemed everyone here was rich and stuck-up. You were on scholarship, so you couldn’t exactly relate to everyone else. The only people you connected with were Gilbert, Anto

Hetalia x abused reader Chapter 14 Everything will be alright ~awesome trio~ You were going to start your plan to help everyone, and you wanted to get them out of the way first. It was because of how loud they were, but you were certain they had problems too. You were going to leave with them after school today. After getting a pep talk from Tino you were ready to do this. Here they come. “hey (y/n) ready to go!” it was Alfred with the other two behind him. Gilbert looked at you questionably and Matthias seemed not to notice you. “yeah I'm ready to go, but where are we going?” “we’re going to micke

"Are you okay?” Oh, how you hated that question. It was simple and innocent, yet utterly devastating. It weaseled its way through the cold steel walls that you had constructed within yourself to keep others from coming in and getting to know you, from understanding the things that went on in your mind. Somehow, though, every time you answered that tiny, insignificant question, the more often it seemed to appear in your daily life. “You look so sad, bella! Is something bothering you?” – said by an optimistic man with a thick Italian accent who worked at the small restaurant down the street with the chocolate covered m

Warm, soft shafts of morning sunlight peek through the patterned folds of the windows. Dust motes are forever suspended in the air, lazily drifting. Bird of unnameable species flock and join in choir for a sweet song. You awaken to the sound of birdsong and golden kisses of the dawn on your eyes, accompanied by... RRRRR-RRRR-RRRRR-IIIIIIIIING! RRRRRRR-RRRRRR-RRRRR-IIIIIING! The alarm screams out its daily shriek, hell upon your ears and your hands desperately fumble around to find and turn off the damn thing, only to end up pulling the sides of the pillow to your head instead after a few painful smacks at the nightstand. The sound is still

The quiet boy sat down beside you, his tousled hair looking so beautiful that you wanted to run your fingers through it. He glanced up at you with his large, violet eyes, and you felt your insides tickle. You turned away abruptly, taking your fork and attempting to eat what this school called “food”. “Can I ask you a question, (name)?” Your heart sped up at that, and you nodded slowly, your heart starting to thunder. Goddammit. It had been three months since these weird reactions had begun, ever since the pool party at Alfred’s house when you noticed how incredibly handsome your Icelandic best friend was. And

You stretched out your limbs as you climbed out of bed.  Sun peaked through the windows and shone in your face.  You quickly raised your hands to block the blinding light and turned the other direction.  Swinging your legs over the side of the bed you stood up and walked across the room.  Your clothes were neatly folded by your bag.  You quickly got dressed and made yourself presentable.  It had been a few days since Emil has woken up, and your condition has gotten extremely better.  You didn't have to wear bandages anymore and were allowed to walk around.  And that meant one thing- Arthur wanted you out. You weren’t necessarily compla

"Big Brother! Big Brother!" Leon glanced up from his carving to see you running to him. "Ah, [name]. What is it?" He asked, returning to his carving yet keeping his eyes on you. "Big Brother, when is Uncle Yao coming?" Ah yes, him. [Name] always had a fondness for Yao. "I don't know." He finished the carving, revealing a small expertly carved bird. Leon wasn't known for his woodcarving skill but he had been taking lessons. They definitely paid off. He handed the small bird over to her. She gasped as her fingers brushed over the bird in her hand. "Thank you big brother!" She said cheerfully, pocketing the bird and running off to play. Leon