...Requests anyone? Basically, same thing, request a country, you get a country! Absolutely free! ...Well, it does cost ONE review though, but I'm sure you've got a lot of those in your hands, right? I know I do! So request a country for only a review! (XD I'm kidding, but I really don't know how else you can request unless I make a poll, but even that would still require comments-okay I'll shut up now)
So, this is on my Deviantart, but, not everyone uses that, cause, I didn't even know what deviantart was until I saw a profile link in someone's fanfiction profile. [I just copied and pasted it, my DA account is also ~Tsuukiyomi~]
There will be a guy or girl paired up with the reader, but just don't read those if you don't like the pairing or gender! I can even switch 'em around if you'd like! I forgot what I was gonna type, um...Oh yeah! (I, seriously forgot, but it took longer than those dots) You will be seme in de' yaoi pairings because Reader-tan rarely gets a chance to swing at the seme baseball field! (...I don't even...)
^De Line of awesomeness, brought to you by the One and Only Awesome Prussia, Oh yeah.^
(Name) (Last)'s Point of View (In Second Person though)
Here you were eating pocky*... Sitting on a couch...At Switzerland's house.
...Why were you at Switzerland's house again? Oh yeah, hiding from crazy scone-happy England and his little brother America. So here you were, eating pocky...As you imagined things you liked about your crush, their hair, their looks, but then-
America burst through the window of the third floor using a rope tied to a helicopter as England clung to the rope ladder next to him. "America! What the bloody hell were you thinking jumping through glass like that?!" As England fretted over his little brother, you had slipped away, cursing yourself for thinking about that person once more that you thought was the love of your life.
Maybe you should go see a therapist, you mused as you stepped outside a window, and onto the ledge of the roof of the third floor, zoning out so that you wouldn't dare look at the ground. But, for some reason, you felt hands on your shoulders, alarmed, you turned around so rapidly that America, startled, wobbled a bit as you fell to a lower roof on the second floor.
"Ack! Damn it Alfred**! What the hell do you want on a Sunday?! I just want some damn peace and quiet!" And he, startled by this, -and slightly scared- decided to lean down from his roof to yours (you did just fall) to speak to you in a voice that reminded you of Canada.
"Ah, uhm, I, wanted to invite you to a party, and uh, because you have been worse than Japan! Uh, keeping inside all day, doing nothing but sleep all day like Greece's kitties, and, I just wanted to get to know you, you know?"
And then came the guilt trip crashing into you. So you (somehow,) climbed up the third roof to awkwardly pat Alfred on the back. "Uh, I'll go Alfred, just, don't cry, okay? Heroes don't cry, right?" And now you guys just had to somehow get off the roof. But oh well, the silence was comfortable.
"Pocky?"
"Sure."
Until England came with that helicopter that - How the hell did we not hear that?! - had a rope ladder awaiting the two of you. And then one more thing popped up in your mind. In your head, you wondered, why was England helping America with his crazy ideas? So you decided to ask America that.
"Hey, America?" He was pouting as he looked up at you. "Yeah?"
"Why is England helping you?" He then had a sheepish smile. "I, uh, promised to help him make everybody eat his scones tomorrow." He shuddered. "I'm gonna, call in sick so that that doesn't happen...
"Hey! Come on America, (Name)! There's a party at America's house! And we're late!" It didn't make sense on how to be late for one's own party, but probably because Alfred and Arthur*** must've left in the middle of it.
Helicopter Time Skip of DEATH. . . . .Brought To You By Spain's Turtles
So here you were, at America's party, with people that you vaguely remembered. So you just sat there at a table, eatin' pocky, drinkin' some punch, and then a shout from your so called 'awesome friend) was heard in the gigantic room. "America! This party's getting boring! Let's play Seven Minutes In Heaven!" And that was when you choked on your pocky and spit out your drink with a 'WTF' moment on your face.
"Alright! I've got something from everyone! -Well, except (Name) - Let's, let, you! (Name)! We want you to pick what's, in, this, boox!" He announced in a sing song voice that sounded like it came from the devil. (Only to you actually, though) As the country walked over to you, you sighed as you reached into the hat that had assorted things in it as you moved your hand around. "Fine, fine, but-" Your serious gaze moved to America's blue orbs.
"But, if I get a guy, I'm being the seme if anything's going on in that closet over there." America laughed at the seriousness of your tone as you finally selected an object. "Okay! (Name)! What item did you get?" You looked at the object in question from your hand, "I, have a..."
First off, on Deviantart, there are no line breaks. The horror.
*pocky A biscuit stick covered in chocolate or strawberry. They even have coffee and vanilla too. Like YanYan- (what's YanYan?/shot).
**Alfred F. Jones being America, though most of you probably know that.
***Arthur Kirkland, A.K.A. England, Great Britain, a vixen, (/shot,) I kid, I kid, but it rhymes, okay? I've been stuck with yaoi people for too long...
You could post a review on here, or check my deviantart account, which is
tsuukiyomi. Deviantart. Com
if you want to pick the country you get locked in a closet with! I will post the ones I have written so far in the next five minutes!
Just erase the space between tsuukiyomi. and deviantart, and the one between deviantart. and com if you want to check out the link.
