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Lockdown .:Alfred F. Jones Love Story:. ~One~
I hurried quietly through the woods, looking for a place where food was probably hidden. I had wiped out the past 5 miles of every food, water, and even clothing that I could find.
At the point in living like this, every little thing counts. Saving and making things last counts too. Even the tiniest crumb of food, the littlest of water, and the smallest of cloths have every use.
I ran quickly through a shallow patch of trees, bat in hand and backpack flying everywhere as my feet hit the dirt. I looked around the area, making sure I didn't run into any of those creatures.
I was breathing heavily and my rib cage felt like it would break at any moment. My throat was dry and my knees felt like there would give out. I couldn't stop, though. I had to keep going until I found somewhere where I can settle down and sleep for the night.
The sun was setting. This caused everything to have a shadow, making it more difficult to not trip over roots of trees sticking up from the groun
AmericaxAbused!reader I'll be your hero part 3
'H-How did he find out!?' You started struggling, but your father held you firmly against the wall.
"Who is he?" Your father was so close you could smell the beer on his breath. You closed you eye's, a few tears escaping from your eyes.
"You know his name, isn't that enough?" you asked.
"What is he to you?" You froze, and slowly opened your eyes. Your father's face was inches away from yours.
"I-I don't really know." Your father flung you against another wall, increasing the presser on your wrists.
"Don't give me that shit." He growled. You snapped your wrist forward, hitting your father in the face. You then twisted it out of his grip, giving a better amid hit to his face. You wrenched your other wrist free and delivered a swift kick to his shin. He fell over, groaning. You watched him for a second, and then took off out the door. It was raining, and you where shocked when the icy water hit your back. You didn't think about it too long,
How?! (DoctorAmericaXReaderXVampireEngland)Breathing haggardly, you squeaked when your body was slung to the side of the mattress when the ambulance made a hair-pin turn.
The medics desperately tried to do connect an IV to your arm, but the hurried driving made it near impossible. Gulping in your pain, you did all you could to try to distract yourself from the pain spreading from your neck.
Alfred.....you’d probably go to his hospital, you thought, well at least that was a bit of comfort. At least I’ll be able to see him one last time.... Your mind numbed and you thought about the blueness of his eyes, his grin that never failed to make you smile back, his obnoxious laugh,... everything about the American filled you with joy and that was something you needed at this moment.
But for a reason you couldn’t you understand green eyes drifted into your mind’s eye. They overtook your thoughts and made you submit to them. Shivering, you bit your lip hard, hoping the physical pain would be able to drive the night
AlfredxReader- Dear DiaryYou are about to finish the last few details on your drawing when the doorbell rang. You leap up from your seat and dash down the stairs.
"I GOT IT!" You yell at the top of your lungs. Not that anyone else was even trying to get the door. That was your job. You open the door to find a handsome young man with short blonde hair, a cute little cowlick and sparkling blue eyes awaiting you.
"Hey, Dude!" He greets you, holding up some video games, "I found these on sale at Game Stop. Want to try 'em out with me?" He asks, already knowing the answer.
"Hell yes!" You squeal, "But hang on just a minute, I have some chores that I was supposed to do. Make yourself feel at home though, Alfy." You walk inside, leaving him to close the door. "Snacks are in the kitchen and the TV in the den has the xbox set up. But whatever you do, stay out of my room." You instruct him over your shoulder.
He couldn't go in your room. You had left the drawing out in the open The drawing of him. A shiver ran up
Lockdown.:Alfred F. Jones Love Story:.~Six~
USA x Reader
We sat around an old, beaten table, eating small amounts of bread and a few berries Ludwig found in a field. We were talking about what was going to happen from this point on. Feliciano urged the group to find more survivors so that there could be more protection, but Lovino argued that they will take up to much space and that there wouldn't be enough food for everyone.
"But, Fratello! If-a we bring more-a people, then they can-a help us find-a food too!"
"They can-a also be our-a worst fucking enemy! They-a can also stab us in the-a back and possibly kill-a us all!" Lovina growled.
Feliciano puffed his cheeks out and turned to Ludwig.
"What do-a you think Ludwig?"
Ludwig looked up from the old newspapers he found on the front porch, and to Feliciano then to Lovino and finally back to the newspaper, keeping a stoic expression.
"Don't bring me into this."
Ludwig let out a small yawn and stood up.
"If any of you need me, I'll be in the living room resting." And with tha
America x reader - Never too Late: part 1
You were bored as hell. Just like that. Your parents went out for dinner and left you home, so you could study for your tests. Like if you would. You'd studied all day long, and you just couldn't take it anymore, the math book laid open in your desk, with pencils and highlighter around it, but without you paying attention to them. The more you looked at it the more you didn't understand it.
You sighed and sat on your bed, looking outside the window. It was raining and rather cold outside, causing you to feel more bored than usual. 'God, why can't I just go and hang out with some friends?' you thought lying down and staring at the ceiling. As if someone read your mind, your mobile phone vibrated announcing the arrival of a new text message. You opened it and checked the ID. It was your best friend Alfred F. Jones.
HEY DUDE!!! WHATCHA DOING NOW? I'M SO FREAKIN BORED!! CAN'T STUDY FOR THE MATH TEST!
You giggled a little. Alfred was certainly bored, he was way too energetic t
[APH] USUK (tears and confessions) part 1
Within a second, the chaotic conference room was plunged into silence as the painful sound of a slap ringed throughout the whole room. Different reactions and emotions filled the different nations who were stopped from their constant bickering. All of their eyes were set on the stunned American, whose left cheek burned bright red from the angry Brit's crisp slap on his soft face.
There was a moment of silence. England still glared at the tall man as he breathed in heavily due to his recently disturbed rage rant towards the Frenchman who was just a few inches away from them. The Englishman's eyes burned red on both sides, threatening to cry anytime.
"I-It's okay Iggy I understand" America swallowed hard as he attempted to hold back his tears. He was only trying to help. The boy just wanted England to hang out with him and ignore all the stressful work and most importantly the annoying Frenchman.
With a heavy heart, America turned his back on the fuming Brit and wa
AmericaxAbused!reader I'll be your hero part 5
You tugged on the sleeves of your jacket, the dull throb of pain a consent reminder of how long the pain killers would last.
"You ready?" Alfred wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and you slowly nodded, locking eye's with Arthur. Amelia came out of the bathroom, tugging on the end of her skirt, eyeing it distastefully.
"Do I really have to ware this?" She asked.
"I don't like it either." You replied. You were wearing a short-sleeved shirt, with a jacked, but you would have to take it off, and you were not in the mood to show other people your still healing wounds.
"Let's go." Arthur quickly said, opening the door. You froze, and Alfred gently led you out the door, keeping a small smile. The four of you soon reached the car, and you climbed in the back seat with Alfred, Arthur driving and Amelia in the passenger seat. The ride was short, but the atmosphere was killing you, and when you reached the court house, you quickly got out of the car, taking a deep breath of
America x Reader - A Hero?It was late into the night, and Alfred was sitting on his couch, staring at the ceiling. In fact, that's what he had been doing ever since he woke up, not even moving an inch. People would try to get in to help him, but he ignored all of them, not even sparing a glance in their direction.
In fact, all he could think about was what had happened starting from 2 days ago…
"Um Alfred? I have something to tell you…" you mumbled a little, twiddling your thumbs and looking down at the floor, blushing.
"Yeah (Name)? What is it?" he questioned, noticing that you were acting differently then usual.
"Well, I-I like- no, I love you!" you corrected yourself.
Alfred gasped, wide-eyed, obviously not expecting you to say anything like that.
He then walked up to you and placed his hands on your chin, lifting your chin up so you could look at him. A glimmer of hope shined in your eyes, but the very next sentenced crushed it completely.
"I'm sorry (Name). But…I don
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a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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