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AmericaxAbused!reader I'll be your hero part 3
'H-How did he find out!?' You started struggling, but your father held you firmly against the wall.
"Who is he?"  Your father was so close you could smell the beer on his breath.  You closed you eye's, a few tears escaping from your eyes.
"You know his name, isn't that enough?" you asked.
"What is he to you?" You froze, and slowly opened your eyes.  Your father's face was inches away from yours.
"I-I don't really know."  Your father flung you against another wall, increasing the presser on your wrists.
"Don't give me that shit." He growled.  You snapped your wrist forward, hitting your father in the face. You then twisted it out of his g
AmericaxAbused!reader I'll be your hero part 1
You stared at the poster taped to the wall. You blinked and leaned forward, your hand's in your pockets.
"Prom next week." You read, standing up. You smirked, and turned around.
"No way I'm going." You said, leaning your head back. That's one of the good things about being a loner; people don't ask you to things like that. You felt a sharp stab of pain shoot up your arm.
"Damn." You mumbled, rubbing it. It was defiantly getting worse. You quickly rolled up your sleeve, and winced. The bruises had gotten darker, and that lump was bigger. You put your sleeve back down and looked towards the oak door that led to the nurse's office.
"Maybe i
AmericaxAbused!reader I'll be your hero part 2
You didn't waste any time as you ran home.  You where already late, and being much later would result in a much harder beating.  You whipped around corners, your (h/c) hair flying out behind you. You reached the front door in 5 minutes flat. You slowly opened it, quietly calling out.
"Hurry up and go to your room, I've got someone over!" You heard the voice of your father ringing out.
"Y-Yes sir!" you replied. You ran past the living room, catching a glimpse of your father sitting on the couch, with a woman.  You growled, but didn't stop long enough for your father to notice.  You skipped every other step, out of habit. You quickly reached
Two-shot: Police!Allies x Target!Reader  "Bye guys!" You called to your friends as you waved goodbye. School had just let out for the weekend, which was hopefully going to be filled with enjoying the beautiful, crisp Autumn days of October. Already the leaves were beginning to turn from their bright, vivid green hues to darker, yet still beautiful shades of ruby red, sunset orange, and sunlight yellow. The weather had taken a strange cold-snap recently, making you don your favorite wool scarf and berret as you walked to school.
  You began your slow journey home, humming a soft tune to yourself to pass the time. You had no rush to get home, seeing your parents were off on a business trip for the weekend. The house was yours until Sunday night. You remembered from somewhere a tune about a girl waiting for her lost lover during a day like this. You began to sing quietly to yourself.
"Far beyond the rolling prairie where the noble forests rise,
dwells the sweete
Teacher!AmericaxReader"Sensei!" You call out to the teacher. "I don't understand this at all!" You hold you head in your palm of your hands.

"Maybe it you weren't getting into fights all the time, you might of studied more." The girl sitting next to you stated.

"Shut Up!" You stand up. "You don't know me!" You clench your eyes shut.

"_____! Sit down." The teacher called.

"You don't even listen to me..." You sigh as you look down.

The student teacher Alfred Jones comes up to you, kneeling beside you. "What do you need help with Miss ______?"

"Maybe with her attitude." The girl says.

"I don't understand it at all... I can't exactly find a quiet place to learn
Papa!America x Young!Reader: Daddy's 'Girlfriend'~Age 15~

(Name) sighed as she was once again up in her room. She hated being in her room all day, but there are days where she just had to be up there. She couldn't help that her father's girlfriend, (least favorite girl name) was a huge bitch. It's not that (name) minded Alfred having a girlfriend, it was just the one he chose happened to be snobby and extremely stuck-up. (L/f g/n) only cares about herself, and to (name), it was obvious. She would always ask for expensive things that she doesn't need and she would act all lovey-dovey when Alfred is around, but when he isn't, she enters bitch mode.
All (name) wanted right now, was for Alfre
The Last Night AmericaXDepressed!ReaderYou came to me with scars on your wrist,
You told me this would be the last night feeling like this,
"You little whore!" Your mother screamed as she threw a glass at you, which you narrowly dodged. "Get out!"
 Choking back a sob, you snatched your jacket and flew out the door, slamming it harshly behind you. Tears blurred your vision as you ran mindlessly through the street, though it didn't hurt as much as it used to; your heart had been shattered so many times you didn't really feel it anymore.
 Slowing your pace, you looked up at the familier, brightly lit house in front of you. A shaky smile plastered to your bruised face, you gently knocked on his door. The door flew open and you came face-to-face with a grinning blond American. "Hey, du-!" But his voice faltered as he looked at you closer.
 Bruises and scratch marks tainted your face, one of your eyes swollen shut. "What-What happened to you?"
 "Oh, you know......" You let out
America x Injured!Reader: Save you no matter what.
You stood there glaring at your boyfriend, You were a mess from cooking dinner. He was playing that Black OPS on his Xbox 360. He has completely zoned out. He hasn't spent a single minute with you. That's all he played for 3 weeks straight. Minus the eating, short naps, potty breaks and quick showering.

You sigh giving a fake smile "Alfie come to dinner please." you offered with optimism.

He paused his game and stared at you in a zombified state. "Eh? Oh... Just bring the grub here babe!" He grinned. You frowned "No, come to the table to eat" You pouted.

"Aw come on _______! I'm on round 45!" He whined.

You couldn't take it anymore. "Alfr
My Sweet Girl (Popular!America x Reader)"I am sick of these...."

These word's flow to your mind.What are you sick of? it's very simple,because of the no good Mr.Popular guy Alfred Jones fan girls screaming everywhere he goes.Anyway (Reader)-chan you know why are you sick of them Let me tell you the story ... You were reading the book :The Diary of a young girl (Side Comments:it's was a interesting book you must read it! :DD)in your cafeteria surly that is not a best place to read a book but it was different the cafeteria was quiet because there were three division of your cafeteria The Party division is the division in your cafeteria that you NEVER i repeat will never go to that a
Bully!America x Geek!Reader (chapt. 1)DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN YOU OR HETALIA!

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You were the school geek. You had large, black, geek glasses, and your _(insert hair color here)_ hair was usually tied in a sloppy bun or ponytail. Today, you wore the usual tees-and-jeans, and held your textbooks close to you—trying to avoid all the many pair of eyes that looked at you.

"Hey, watch out, nerd!"

"Eeeew, get away from me!"

You kept walking. Trying to block all sounds, you kept walking. Then you ran. You looked at your feet as you did so. You hate to see people in their eyes. That's why you had the glasses. You felt like they somewhat protected you from the outside world, l
AmericaXReader: Virgin LipsAmerica X Greiving!Reader: Virgin Lips
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You sat in your  favorite spot in your shcool cafeteria, reading a book when the bell rang, symbolizing that your lunch period was over.
"OI! (Y/N)!!" A shrill voice poked into your ears. It was your best friend Alfred, the most anoying american you've ever met. But yet, you still hung out with him.
You sighed and placed your bookmark into the crevice of the book.
"What is it Alfred?" You placed you book back into your American flag backpack.
Alfred sat next to you, placing his dirty boots on the table. You shuddered.
"Feet OFF Jones." You scolded, shoving them off
America x Reader:America x Reader: K-I-S-S-I-N-G

(Slight language)

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You were invited to another one of your friend Gilbert's pointless parties.

This particular party was quite different, though. It was being held on July 4, at 8:00: your best friend Alfred's birthday. You had noticed that he had been acting incredibly strange around you, and almost ignoring you. He responded to your paragraph-long text with "K."
You had figured that he was just having some off days, but those so-called "off days" had turned into "off weeks".

Before the party, you slipped into a black tank top and a pair of jeans. Your hair was in a
America x Reader (One-Shot)DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THIS PICTURE!
LINK TO PICTURE IS IN THE DESCRIPTION.

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You shuffled through your school schedules and groaned. You couldn't believe that Summer ended so quickly! You wanted it to last forever, but of course, school had to stroll along. It was a period before lunch, and you were kinda hungry. And as always, you planned to sit with your great friends; Feliciano, Francis, Elizaveta, and Yekaterina . They rarely had classes with you, but you all promised each other to hang out with them during lunch (even though a certain blonde pervert pisses you off sometimes). You strolled off to Earth Science and took a seat carel
GermanyxChild!ReaderGermanyxChild!Reader
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You opened your (eye color) eyes and blinked at the blue sky. You slowly rose your torso up and looked into the green field with yellow flowers. You noticed you were wearing a plain white dress with a (favorite color) bow tied around the collar. You took a step forward and felt something cold touch the bottom of your foot. You lifted your foot and saw a shimmering silver bracelet. You picked it up and noticed it had writing on it. You couldn't read it, but you knew it was words.
"I guess I should start walking somewhere." You said softly as you started towards a ran
The Outcast....America x reader
You were the outcast of the school pretty much. And you hated gym class. You were an art student not enjoying sports….ESPECIALLY if it involves running.

And yet here you were in line for gym class. It was a nice day so you had to go outside and play soccer for a whole 90minutes. As usual you stood in the back, knowing and not even bothering anymore about being picked last. You weren't really athletic,and pretty much stayed as defence.

"_____" you look up to see that your friend was on your team too,so you both were defencemen.. You stand there in the scorching sun and today you decide to play a bit,so as the ball comes close to your go
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AmericaxAbused!reader I'll be your hero prologue

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You sat on the park bench, staring into space. The soft patter of the rain on the leaves kept you from drifting off and it helped soothed the pain.  You watched the events of the past hour run thru your head, each time more vivid than the last. Unable to bare it anymore, you cussed yourself out.
"Why am I so damn stupid!" you shouted, punching a nearby tree, shock waves running up your arm. You quickly pulled it back, and cradled it, the pain slowly easing. You looked down at your arm, your eyes widening. The busies seemed darker in the rain, and a few cut's had started to bleed. You gulped, and hung your head, your arm limply hanging by your side.
"(Name)?" You head shot up.
"A-Alfred." You stuttered, putting your arm's behind your back. But Alfred had already seen them. You looked away, tears pricking your eyes. You felt something drop on your shoulders. You looked back at Alfred, your eyes wide.
"Alfred." It was barley a whisper, but he heard it.
"Keep it." He mumbled, shivering as the wind blew. You thrust the jacked back at him, but he pushed it away.
"You need it more than I do." He said, before he took off running.
"Alfred, wait!" you shouted, but it was useless. He was already gone.

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AmericaxAbused!reader I'll be your hero prologueby ~AlfredJ64

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So, iv had this idea for a while, and i dont know how to start it, so, id figured i'll let you read a little, and tell my if you like it.

Hetalia belong's to :iconhimaruyaplz:

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You belong to :iconsexyamerica3plz:

EDIT: this scean comes later on in the story, so dont freak out when i dont countinue from here, k?

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~MurderScreamer Oct 16, 2012  Professional General Artist
: :3 I luvs it <3
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~AlfredJ64 Oct 17, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
=)
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~Meili-Qiang Oct 13, 2012
YOU MUST CONTINUE JEFREKMGERKGL
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~AlfredJ64 Oct 13, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I SHALL!
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~Meili-Qiang Oct 14, 2012
:D
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~Nicky-Hetalia Oct 13, 2012
I want ot know what happens next!!!!
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~AlfredJ64 Oct 13, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
=)
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Mood: Love ~RAE8892 Oct 13, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I am intrigued! I so want to know what happens next! Please continue?
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~AlfredJ64 Oct 13, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
ok. =)
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Mood: Wow! ~AnimeLeaderVI Oct 12, 2012
OMG
Please have more soon!~!!
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