Herosgirl

          "Heya, hurry it up, you're making every one else wait you know." Yuffie waved you over to where she was standing in the center of the room and held out a large hat for you. "Now pick something, and make it good." She pointed a finger at you. You swirled your hand around in the hat until something pricked your thumb. "Ouch, what the heck?" Lifting the small item out of the hat you recognized it as Cloud's earring. "Hey Cloud, I got your item, lucky you huh?" "Yeah, lucky me." Cloud stood up, sighed and walked over to you. "Lets get this over with already." He took the earring from you and placed it back on his ear. "Come on Cloud,

  "Oktoberfesttt!" Your enthusiastic Prussian yelled before dashing out the door.   You quickly cut him off, sliding in front of the front door before he could leave,"Gilbert, don't get so drunk that I need to come get you. Please!?"   "Come on __________!" He whined, throwing his arms down in defeat,"West got actual beer from Munich! Löwenbräu! Fräulein, Löwenbräu!"   "Gilbert!"   "___________!" He continually begged like a small child. "If Luddy can get drunk, why can't I!? It's my country to~o! Pleaseee!? Please! Please! Please!?"   "Fine!" You finall

Over and Over: Part 1 ScotlandxReader Request for Lopka You looked over the heads of everyone at the bar, trying to locate the man who had just announced that the band that had just been playing, Celtic Faerie, would be taking a quick break. Said man was the lead singer of the band. And he had been fantastic. He had been absolutely amazing. Words couldn't even describe the emotion held in his dazzling emerald eyes, let alone his voice. You had been waiting for him to take a break so you could request him to sing your favorite song, Over and Over by Three Days Grace. Finally spotting the fiery red hair of the man, you rushed over, pushing

Everyone was getting ready for bed. Everyone, even if they usually didn't go to bed this early. This shouldn't have been a problem, since you had been tired by an hour and a half ago, but now, you were wide awake. Why...? Well, after this particular world meeting, all the countries had a little get-together at a nearby hotel, and quite a few of them gathered in one of the many rooms they had rented for the night. For a while, no one really knew what to do, until, creepishly enough, someone found a Ouija board in a closet and you all entertained yourselves for a while with that, in which everyone took a turn setting their hands on the poi

          It was finally your turn to play. Midna called you to the center of the room so you could choose your item. She was holding out an old bag that looked to be made of leather. "Just put your hand inside and pick something out. Make sure you choose wisely. You don't want to end up in a closet with Ganon." A slight shiver went down your spine at the thought of being stuck anywhere with Ganon. You placed your hand in the old bag and began your search. It didn't take you long at all to pick your item, it was a small blue earring. You immediately recognized it as belonging to Link. "Looks like I escaped Ganon this time. I got your item Li

It was one of those nights again. It was one of those nights your father, Alfred F. Jones, was hosting a huge party. You hated the parties your father hosted. Everyone got drunk off the disgusting apple juice and all of the ladies in bathing suits would cling to your father like koala bears to a tree. Your father always had loud music playing, music so loud that you could hear it through the floorboards. You tried to drown it out of your mind, but you usually failed miserably. You had no choice, you would have to go downstairs and ask him to stop and turn off the obnoxious music. You climbed down the carpeted staircase, and it disappointed

          Today had been long, hard, and tiring. You were often called over to help with Ciel's parties, but today was unusually difficult and stressful. Now that the guests were leaving, and everything had calmed down, you walked outside to get a bit of fresh air. As you took in the crisp night air, all the stress from  the day began to drift away. The air smelled like fresh cut grass and flowers. Suddenly, the hair on your arms stood up, a chill went up your spine. You spun around, but no one was there. “Okay, who else is out here?” “My apologies. I didn't know you were out here, and it is ru

America x Reader The lights suddenly flickered and died. A moment later, the air conditioner hummed to a halt. Nothing was blocking out the sound of the driving storm outside. Lots of kids from school were having 'hurricane parties,' but your parents had made you stay home. So here you were, alone and in the dark. You'd be lying if you said that you weren't a little frightened. The last hurricane that you could remember had been years ago, and you'd wound up driving north to stay with family for three weeks while the power was out, because the house was basically uninhabitable without working A/C and a refrigerator. You were fairly miser

You lay on your stomach and waggled your feet. You were supposed to be doing your Geometry homework. You sighed and rested your chin in your hands. It was nearly ten pm. You wished you could talk to him but you figured he was probably asleep. You were still thinking of when you went to the park with Ivan. He was so big and huggable. Except when he was angry. But he was never angry at 'his little Sunflower'. His big hands were so soft and he smelled nice—wait what? Why were you thinking about Ivan like—it's not like—it was impossible. Ivan was a friend, nothing more, -and probably would never be more- added a part of your

"Thank you for driving me home, Arthur." you said gratefully as the two of you pulled up to your driveway. "It was my pleasure," Arthur responded warmly. "After all," he added, looking at you with a smile in his emerald eyes,"it was only what any proper gentleman would do." You smiled back at him shyly, but your heart was fluttering inside your chest. Others would call Arthur Kirkland "cold", "cynical", and "snide", but even from the relatively short time you had known him, you knew that under the surface, he could be as sweet and gentle as any other man. You harbored hopes inside of you, small but bright, that he would some day return your