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"Ohhh ahhh eeee paaa uuuh ooohh aaahhh kaaaaai meeee laa duuu ~" You woke up a few minutes after those sounds have been repeatedly made. You looked around, but saw nobody in the room with you. Still, being paranoid, you got out of bed and walked to the door. Nope, the lock was still locked.
"Are you looking for me?" The owner of the voice held a fake innocence to it, and it was followed by a child-like giggle. It was female, no doubt. You were spinning in circles and you still could not find where the voice was coming from.
"I'm right here, if you're wondering…" You finally met the brightly dressed Kiwi. She was sitting on your bed now criss-cross-applesauce style. "How…how did you get in here?" She tilted her head to the side and then pulled something from under her leg.
"I have the skeleton key." You could tell she was pleased at what she's done. It's just that you don't know what she was intending to even do. So, of course, you simply asked.
"What were you trying to do?" She just stared emotionlessly at you before answering: "I was waking you up and it worked!" God, how she could be so dense sometimes; she could have just knocked on the door like a normal person!
Before you had the chance to speak, she quickly added; "Hey, at least it was me and not Alfie." You couldn't argue with that sentence. Suddenly, it struck you that Kiwi was making odd noises. So, again, you asked and she told you she was speaking Narwhalian, which was apparently the official language of the Narwhales.
You sighed and sat down next to her. "Oh! Don't be so sad! It's not that bad here…" She talks as if she was taken here against her will, as well.
"I almost died last night because Al." She blinked at what you had said. "What did that little prat do?" You shook your head and decided to not tell her. She wasn't as dumb as she looks, though; she knew without you even actually telling her. Well, that or Al told Arthur and Arthur told her. Either way, she would know.
"Here are some more clothes, by the way." Her personality wasn't so cheery anymore as she walked out of your room. You stared at the clothes. It was a simple lavender dress. It looked decent, and it actually was closer to your size than the nightgown was. You slipped out of the said gown and put the new clothing on.
You walked out of the room once you were done getting ready and saw Arthur baking cupcakes and Kiwi was now drinking tea as she just calmly sat on the sofa. Nobody spoke a word. It wasn't needed. You sat down on the couch next to Kiwi and just dreaded for when Al came.
Ah, your peaceful time without him came to a short end, though. He was the only one not dressed, though. He only wore his boxers, which by the way were a bit too baggy. "So, what's on today's agenda?" You heard Al mutter as he raided the fridge.
"Um, it should just be your usual, Alfred." Kiwi wore a slight smirk, now as she sipped her tea. You all knew Al hated being called 'Alfred', but she didn't care. She wanted to play with fire and see what he'd do. Surprisingly, he didn't do anything. He just grumbled inaudible words as he made some coffee.
"[Name]," You looked over and saw Al. You turned away as if giving him the silent treatment. He sighed sharply and continued, "We're going out later, since I might need your… help…" You had zero time to question him on anything because he went back to his room as he carried the cup he previously had gotten.
The only thing you had running through your mind was: Why would he might need my help with something?
"Are you looking for me?" The owner of the voice held a fake innocence to it, and it was followed by a child-like giggle. It was female, no doubt. You were spinning in circles and you still could not find where the voice was coming from.
"I'm right here, if you're wondering…" You finally met the brightly dressed Kiwi. She was sitting on your bed now criss-cross-applesauce style. "How…how did you get in here?" She tilted her head to the side and then pulled something from under her leg.
"I have the skeleton key." You could tell she was pleased at what she's done. It's just that you don't know what she was intending to even do. So, of course, you simply asked.
"What were you trying to do?" She just stared emotionlessly at you before answering: "I was waking you up and it worked!" God, how she could be so dense sometimes; she could have just knocked on the door like a normal person!
Before you had the chance to speak, she quickly added; "Hey, at least it was me and not Alfie." You couldn't argue with that sentence. Suddenly, it struck you that Kiwi was making odd noises. So, again, you asked and she told you she was speaking Narwhalian, which was apparently the official language of the Narwhales.
You sighed and sat down next to her. "Oh! Don't be so sad! It's not that bad here…" She talks as if she was taken here against her will, as well.
"I almost died last night because Al." She blinked at what you had said. "What did that little prat do?" You shook your head and decided to not tell her. She wasn't as dumb as she looks, though; she knew without you even actually telling her. Well, that or Al told Arthur and Arthur told her. Either way, she would know.
"Here are some more clothes, by the way." Her personality wasn't so cheery anymore as she walked out of your room. You stared at the clothes. It was a simple lavender dress. It looked decent, and it actually was closer to your size than the nightgown was. You slipped out of the said gown and put the new clothing on.
You walked out of the room once you were done getting ready and saw Arthur baking cupcakes and Kiwi was now drinking tea as she just calmly sat on the sofa. Nobody spoke a word. It wasn't needed. You sat down on the couch next to Kiwi and just dreaded for when Al came.
Ah, your peaceful time without him came to a short end, though. He was the only one not dressed, though. He only wore his boxers, which by the way were a bit too baggy. "So, what's on today's agenda?" You heard Al mutter as he raided the fridge.
"Um, it should just be your usual, Alfred." Kiwi wore a slight smirk, now as she sipped her tea. You all knew Al hated being called 'Alfred', but she didn't care. She wanted to play with fire and see what he'd do. Surprisingly, he didn't do anything. He just grumbled inaudible words as he made some coffee.
"[Name]," You looked over and saw Al. You turned away as if giving him the silent treatment. He sighed sharply and continued, "We're going out later, since I might need your… help…" You had zero time to question him on anything because he went back to his room as he carried the cup he previously had gotten.
The only thing you had running through your mind was: Why would he might need my help with something?
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2p!America X Reader X 2p!Canada: part 1
You sighed.
A new house means a new school. And you moved all the way across the country. It won't take long before your classified as the nerd again. what made it worse was that all your true friends are across the country. And starting anew didn't sound all that appetizing, since it took you six years of elementary school too finally find a true friend in middle school. At least there was this cool thing called the internet to keep you and your friends in touch.
Walking into your new school you noticed a few people watching you. Mostly popular kids, which surprised you. Popular kids don't even pay a second glance at you.
(America's POV)
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2p!America X Reader X 2p!Canada: Part 4
You came home late. Your mother expressed some worry, but not a whole lot.
What bothered you was the whispers you heard while you where out causing trouble. The words that kept coming up was, 'The demon twins.' You smirked when you think of Al and Matt being called that. But the biggest problem you had was Matt and Al's proposition, their words and smirks on their faces still going through your head:
You should come live with us.
(America's POV)
I lay on my bed while Matt slept in his across drifting off into fantasies of taking _____ innocence. I started smirking after a while. She was the only innocent girl I even bothered thinking abou
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2P!EnglandxInsane!Reader - Pt. 1
It was official.
You were lost.
You vaguely remember crawling your way out of a burning, overturned bus. As soon as you made it out of and away from the bus, there was a loud explosion, knocking you to the ground. When you woke up, the fire had died leaving nothing but the skeleton of the bus. All of your belongings, lost.
How many days has it been?
You needed to keep track. You knew how many days it took for the medicine to leave your system entirely. Your head was pounding from where you had hit it when the force from the explosion threw you. Voices whispered to you from the wind in the leaves. You were sure they were talking to you. Yo
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WHere's part six?