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Hetalia: Papa!Finland x Child!Reader Last time You ran out of the house and Trevor came out of the house following you as well. You just ran with Trevor . You ran for hours hoping that monster would leave you alone. You looked out and saw no one following you so you stopped. You were now lost. Your POV " I wonder where I am. Hey Trevor do you know where we are cause I don't " I asked my " Woof! " Trevor responded Trevor and I have been walking for hours and it's getting cold and it's starting to snow. I like snow but it is just way too cold for me now. Also, I'm wearing my (f/c) pyjamas and (f/c) slippers and their getting wet. Plus, we'r

~Sebastian's P.O.V.~ ________ and i dropped down both exhausted. When she fell asleep i felt someone looking... I looked at the window and saw only darkness. My eyes lit up,i swear i saw something move... I stood up carefully trying not to wake up _______. I walked over to the window and opened it. When i looked around i only saw the garden. I closed the window again. When i looked at __________ she was fast asleep. I smiled and left the room. Suddenly When i closed the door behind me Grell stood infront of me. "Hello bassy~ what did you do in _________'s room??" I forgot that he was still here... "I just wished her a good night" i smiled at

"You were such a sweet, pure girl, Abigail. But your mother ruined it by fornicating with that demon. I never thought I would find myself cleansing you, of all people. " She stood and turned around, spreading her wings. "Very soon, not only will you be pure, but you will become one of us. An angelical fiend, indeed." "I'd rather watch my mother's death a thousand times before becoming a monster like you." She chuckled. "Monster, am I? A simply horrid thing to call someone. No, I cleansed your mother. She was very impure." I slammed the doors shut and walked forward. "And you believe you will do the same with me? This little trick of yours

For the remainder of the day, Sebastian and I have limited contact.  He shows no indication, in mannerism or tone of voice, that he and I have experienced more than a successful testing of my lessons.  I sincerely hope I am also showing no outward difference towards him, contrary to the fresh memories of my physical reactions upon kissing him.  Before I excuse myself to retire earlier than usual, Sebastian makes a general announcement to the staff. "The great hall will be in use tomorrow afternoon.  Please avoid the space until further notice once luncheon has been taken.  Thank you."  He looks over at me.  "I wish you a good evening, ____.

"It's not fair!  I'm just as pretty as you are; why can't my Bassy see that?  Perhaps if I styled my hair like yours..."  My heart has not stopped hammering since being shoved inside the hotel room.  I don't understand what he is going on about.  I am trying to get past his shocking appearance.  I have never seen so much red at once!  'Bassy'?  Sebastian? "You are a friend of Sebastian's?"  The man whirls around, red hair and red overcoat flaring out like a cloud surrounding him. "Where are my manners?  See what my Bassy does to me?"  He makes a sweeping bow.  "I am Grell Sutcliff, my lady.  You and I have nearly met on so many occasions, b

Daydreaming has always been my downfall.  As a student, my teachers would sometimes resort to extreme measures to ensure my attention did not drift away, especially in the more difficult subjects.  Alas, as I grew older, there was no hope for me, or the mathematics tutor, and it was agreed that as I was not likely inclined to pursue employment as a bookkeeper, I would not be forced to struggle with numbers.  I was guided instead towards the more artistic and free-thinking disciplines. I love to read and always have.  My imagination put the words into action, and, depending on the nature of the story, I did not have to daydream at all.  Someo

The day has finally arrived. While the wedding gown is breathtaking, you are not glowing with happiness and joy as befits a bride. The woman staring back at you in the full-length mirror is practically a stranger.  Why, Father? Despite the gentle knocking on the door, you jump, your nerves make breathing properly difficult.  The door opens as you turn towards it.  Your mother enters the large chamber.  She looks at you with tears in her eyes, and your heart sinks even further. "Oh, my girl!  I stand before you and still cannot believe this is happening.  As long as I live, I will never understand your father's agreement to this marriage, no

I could only watch in dumbfounded stillness as the scene unfolded before my very eyes. Captain Kirkland was gone now, withdrawing to the solitude of his cabin, lost in a haze of helplessness that only evoked further infuriation. The fight seemed to drain out of Allistor as he slumped against the wall, ruffling his auburn hair in rough, vicious yanks. “Allistor, do you really have to…?” My mouth couldn’t word the miserable question and I trailed into hopeless silence. Allistor sighed heavily and straightened up. He didn’t need me to finish what remained of my inquiry. He himself had gone over that dilemma many t

It was a warm Saturday afternoon.  The large mansion you lived in was empty since the servants were off and your parents were away on cruise with their friends.  Not wanting to spend your time surrounded by your parents’ friends.  Staying home alone was a much better way to spend your summer break before returning to college. During your holiday breaks was the only time you normally came home.  Which was something that your parents’ employees enjoyed.  Your father was rarely home which left all of the household matter in your mother’s overly demanding control.  Unlike your mother you were much friendly and talkative with th

John bounced on the balls of his feet impatiently. What was taking you so long? The scheduling board said you had arrived over 15 minutes ago and you were usually efficient and quick with moving to your next destination, so where were you? Spying your older brother across the station, you crept up behind him with a mischievous grin and pounced on to his back. “You really need to be more observant, Johnny.” He laughed and yanked you over his shoulder so he could sweep you up into a warm hug. “(F/n), you little brat! I was starting to worry. What took you so long?” You giggled, pulling him to you tightly. “You a

I DO NOT OWN THIS PICTURE! ALL CREDIT IS GIVEN TO ORIGINAL ARTIST https://sl33p1e.deviantart.com/  ~sl33p1e (https://www.deviantart.com/sl33p1e) Here is link to the picture!Fanart: Russia***Note: This story is NOT suppose to be a dark story or anything. It's a romance story. I was in a morbid mood at the time ^^; I AM SO SORRY THAT THIS STORY IS FRIGGIN' LONG!!!!!!!!!! CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE AND TO SOME IDEOLOGICAL SENSITIVE MATERIAL, BUT AM TOO LAZY TO PUT ONE ON NOW!!!!!!!!!! To be honest, if this is too long for you then I suggest you to go to chapter 2 and read (chapter 1) summary It's now broke up into two parts because it's so long XXXXX (Today is Wednesday) Bori