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How do you know if someone is broken? There are several signs. (Name) held her head low and eyes cast at the ground as she sat in the head master's office of the prestigious Hetalia Academy. She had gotten in on a scholarship and she was glad, but if you looked at her, you wouldn't know it. Her face was neutral, if not downtrodden. The stern man sitting there looked over her transcripts to make sure it was all in order. He was silent and seemed stoic, though not un-friendly, the young woman didn't know what to make of this. But she wasn't complaining, it was better than the principal at her old school who was loud, boisterous and rude…

 “(Name) Get in here I need your help!” a loud German voice shouted out in the small home in Berlin. A young (e/c) eyed, (h/c) girl ran from the laundry room to her Master’s kitchen. She never wanted to upset him, and never had, though by the sternness in his voice at all times, you’d think she was nothing but a screw up. She entered the kitchen and stood at attention. “Y…yes Meister Germany.” She stammered. “Help me clean up in here!” He ordered, “The axis are coming over to train and I want things to look gutt.” “Meister Germany, please let me do this, you need

Warnings! This story contains kinks and other pervert materials, but no acts at all! If you're not comfortable with sexual talk then don't read! Not a lemon, not a lime, but just pervy in it's own way! Thank you and enjoy! It was a normal day like any other and the World Meeting was kept in France once again. You were happy being in France. Country was beautiful, people were each one beautiful on their own French way and food was great. Especially you liked the souvenirs! You always got yourself some nice souvenirs and memories each time you visited in another country. Your house was like full of all kind of useless but cute and nice little

WARNING:THIS CONTAINS BLOOD AND GORE, VIOLENCE, SUGGESTIVE THEMES, LANGUAGE, AND USE OF ALCOHOL. THIS IS INTENDED FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE, ENJOY. 12:26 PM    The girls went out to eat at a French café for lunch.  (f/n) was still stressing out over her situation.  She felt like the worst person on earth right now.    "You always get the ‘hottest guys (f/n)," Marie sighed.    "It’s not funny!" said (f/n) sharply. She buried her face in her hands.  "If Ludwig finds out he’ll probably kill me," she muttered.    "Why are you worrying? It was just a little fun, right?"    (f/n) glared at her friend. "Marie, I don&rsquo

~Author's Note: Just a note that Ursula is a "Cecaelia"--half human, half octopus and that this takes place BEFORE Ariel and her sisters. I hope you enjoy!!~ ~Ursula=Ursul~ The warm Atlantic water slithers against your undulating body, softly billowing through your (h/l) (h/c) as you swim through King Triton’s golden palace during your routine patrol. Your scaly (t/c) tail forcefully propels you forward in graceful strokes that oblige you to grip the sword at your hip to keep it from wagging. Around you your fellow guardsmen give wary glances at the gold-plated armlets that signify your authoritative stature. It’s unheard ofR

Male! Ariel X Villain! Reader X Male Ursl Temptation-part 1 *A/N I took mass inspiration from Lefantomedancer for this fanfiction, Check her out she is awesome! Art is from Sakimichan!* ----- Your intentions in life had always been a bit,...twisted. Even as a young mermaid your evil tendencies caused you to be outcasted. It wasnt your fault that everyone in Atlantica had a closed mind, your eyes were open and open they would remain. Even when that goodie little too-shoes Prince took interest in you, you refused to conform to the royal families idea of an ideal citizen. Even if the the youngest of the seven Princes tried to make you see the

  You sighed, your hard was on your cheeck and you were looking out the airplane window. All you've seen so far is the blue blue ocean and you started seeing signs of land; Europe.   That day Germany came all the way to visit you at your home has long since past and you are now an adult. Germany went home shortly after that visit and you two had kept in contact for awhile.   You look over at the people next to you, both fast asleep as you saw the sun peering out from the side of the Earth. It took your breath away and you smiled,'I haven't seen you in so long Germany.' You think about your parent's reaction to

    Ludwig is barely able to get a word in as Alfred and Arthur take turns yelling at him. Ludwig can feel his blood pressure rise.    "ARTHUR!" He finally bursts. Arthur falls silent. Ludwig takes a deep breath though his voice sounds just as dangerous. "Have you ever considered that if you hadn't hidden anything, none of this would be an issue now?"    Arthur does not answer for the longest moment. Francis watches as Arthur nearly drops the phone from trembling. A single tear slides down his cheek. "I-I . . ." his voice is quiet and on the verge of breaking, "I have hidden nothing. She's MY daughter." Francis stands behind him and slide

     Warning from the author!!: So this story involves 2p!talia characters so there will be a lot of cursing, dirty humor (if you can even call it humor) and sexual themes (sort of)      This is just a simple tatooartist!xflorist! AU I've seen a lot of so I thought I would try it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~    He finished the last bit of coloring of the tattoo, he wiped it clean of any unneeded ink, cleaned the tattoo and rubbed healing ointment before wrapping it in a bandage and taking off his latex gloves.    Lutz studied his work with pride as the girl looked i

   (Name) had never been more frustrated and angry with another human being in her entire life.    Here she stood in the kitchen with Ludwig, the two glaring at each other feeling like the other was about to explode like a violent volcano any second. The entire day had just led them to be boiling up to this, the breaking point.                                               ~~~   People were running all over the pent house, all sorts from Liz to hair and makeup stylist to assistants pushing around racks of clothes, the only time they ever stopped moving was when they were first stopped at the front door to be approved by Ludwig.   (Nam