Never Be The Same ::2P!EnglandxReader::'Man, it's really pouring tonight '
You continued to trudge down the sidewalk, people scurrying towards the opposite direction from where you're heading. You shivered a bit from the bites of cold air, but you didn't mind. In all truth, you enjoyed thunderstorms, especially when there's a couple lightning bolts. Those sorts of storms made you happy for some reason. Since you live in England, they were common, and you didn't want to leave. The only thing you would never leave your house without, though, was your umbrella.
Soon enough, the sidewalk cleared and you were the only one left. You smiled to yourself, contently. Being alone while walking down the sidewalk helped you clear your mind, without the worry of running into someone along the way. But, your happy moment ended when you saw a lone man sitting on a bench looking down at his feet. He wasn't even holding an umbrella or anything! "Hey," you called. "It's getting pretty bad out here! Why are you standing outside wit
::If It Means a Lot to You:: 2" And this is the bathroom, and you can put anything you want in these two cabinets." Cam pointed to the cabinets located across from the toilet. Zoe nodded, thanking her as she examined the amount of space she had in the cabinets to determine how much stuff she could shove in them. Cam smiled sadly, offering Zoe a nervous laugh. "I'm really sorry about what happened with Lovino, Zoe. I keep feeling like it's my fault that you chose to do this."
Zoe looked over at Cam, wide eyed with shock. She shook her head immediately, waving her hands in front of her face with a worried gaze. "No, no! It's not your fault! I just really want to do something in my life, so I think it's a good idea that I moved out of Lovi and I's place!"
Cam frowned a bit before sighing and walking out of the bathroom, Zoe following after shortly. "Well then, I guess I'll help you move some of your things in, then. You didn't bring much, did you?"
"Not really, I didn't want to be in the same place as Lovi for to
::APH:: Hetalia MemePick 10 random characters.
7. N. Italy
You found 1's secret stash of chocolate.
Me: Feliks, why did you not tell me about this? I tell you about all of my stashes!
Feliks: Yeah, well, you don't like, tell me how to beat a certain game! *pouts*
Me: That's because you have to figure it out yourself, dammit!
2 confesses his love to you.
Alfred: Hey, dudette! I totally love you and crap, so, go out with me maybe?
Me: Alfred, you really do need some help. Are you sure your glasses are cleaned?
You walk into 3 in the street at midnight.
Me: FANCY MEETING YOU HERE, VON BOCK.
Me: I thought you'd be at that weird Call of Duty marathon at Alfred's house tonight.
Eduard: No, get it right. I like to play World of Warcraft.
Me: Leave my sight right now.
You win a free holiday with 4.
Me: To...The Atlantic Ocean? Why would anyone want to
::If It Means a Lot to You:: 1Every relationship has its ups and downs. Yes, they can start out wonderfully, but then, something in the middle ruins their trust, and they begin to grow distant. Soon enough, it's as though the two in the relationship barely know each other anymore, and they don't even speak. These sorts of relationships usually end in a break up, and maybe a death or two from the harsh sorrows that they may be holding. If the two individuals weren't that angry, they would just part ways as unlikely friends.
"What the hell are you doing with the music up so loud, Zoe!?" Lovino stormed into the basement of his home and looked around for the young girl who was supposed to be down here. He couldn't find her anywhere, so he stomped over to the stereo and turned the music down by a lot with an exasperated sigh. "Where the hell are you, dammit?"
"I don't know if I should, Cam. I mean, Lovi and I just got this place, and he said that we could drive to the college every day." A worried voice came from th
All-American Boy .::AmericaxReader::.Alfred pulled up his pants with a grunt. He had troubles zipping up his pants, and then he couldn't even button up his pants. With a groan, he fell backwards on to the bed and called out for his girlfriend. "[Name], babe, I can't button up my pants! Can you please help me?"
"Alfred, I asked if you needed any pants while I was out the other day and you said no! Why did you lie to me about that?" You walked into the room and stared at him, hands on your hips in a mature fashion. "I'm not helping you with that."
"Please, I asked nicely for once!" Alfred began to whine, which gained an exasperated sigh from you. "I never ask nicely, and you know that! So, can't you make an exception for today, please?"
You crossed your arms over your chest, pursing your lips. "Are we going to go clothes shopping, then?"
Biting his lip, Alfred sat up so he was leaning on his elbows, and he contemplated the question. He really didn't want to go shopping for clothes, because for a guy his build and age, he re