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Mean!Germany x Stubborn!Reader Part 3I do NOT own Hetalia
I do own this story though.
Vhy von't she talk to me ugh, vhy do I care? It vas obvious from zhe beginning that Gilbert vas vrong about her "feelings" for me. Vhy zhe hell did I somevhat believe zhat idiot? Anyvays, [first name] is just a spoiled bitch, so vhy should I care about her? Ludwig thought angrily as he waited for Feliciano and Kiku at their usual table outside. Besides being pissed about Gilbert, he was also pissed at you. You knew that he hated punks. Ludwig was so confused. He knew (thought) you hated him, but he didn't know that you would become like that he also knew you HATED that N word that you had called him. He also knew that you had German heritage (barely any) in your blood. Rubbing his forehead, he tried to shake off the strange feeling that was boiling in his gut (and it WASN'T the wursts he ate). Ludwig hadn't even realized that Feliciano and Kiku were already there.
Mean!Germany x Stubborn!Reader Ending -Short-I do NOT own Hetalia
I do own this story though.
The next day, you decided four things. One, punk clothes may look hot on you but they are NOT you, two, you're stubborn attitude was getting you NO WHERE with Ludwig, three, if you wear punk clothes Alfred will be attracted to you, and four, if you kept wearing punk clothes you will give your grandmother a heart attack. Sighing, you threw away your punkish clothes and put on [favorite outfit] and [favorite shoes]. You looked yourself in the mirror and smiled. THAT was the [full name] that you knew you still loved your short hair though and had NO intention on growing it out. Walking to the school, you heard Feliciano and Kiku talking. Well, Feliciano was freaking out, Kiku was just standing their quietly like always. You shakily swallowed back your pride and walked over to Feliciano, poking his shoulder. Feliciano turned around and smiled at you, apparently totally forgetting what he was freaking
GermanyxReader for xXxRinkakuxXx: Surprises"(Name), hurry up!" You could hear his voice from quite a distance away. Cursing your inattentiveness, you bolted ahead of Japan, and stayed, jogging, between the two men. Truth was, you could've gone a bit faster, but you were saving your strength for the right time...
'There! There it was!' When you caught sight of the tall fence, you sprinted to your bike, which you had leaned against the fence the night before. You pedaled furiously all the way back to Germany's house. You fervently hoped that you had calculated this accurately. It had taken so much time to set up everything. If it failed because of you, you would never forgive yourself. As you reached the door, you snatched the keys from your pocket and slammed the right key into the keyhole.
Throwing the door open, you quickly turned around and locked the door. 'Sorry Kiku;' you thought. You dashed into the kitchen, only to catch the sweet aroma of cake emanating from the oven, intertwined with something else. You sighed
GermanyXReader Tutoring the Unteachable: Part 2SATURDAY:
Well, your morning surprisingly started out well! None of the younger kids woke you up in the middle of the night for reasons like they wanted water or they had to go to the restroom like they normally do.
Because they cleaned the house yesterday, you though you should cook breakfast. You decide to make eggs, toast, pancakes and sausages. As you set the table, you phone rang.
‘That’s weird, it’s Alfred. Wait, how does he have my number? I never gave it to him!’ You though to yourself as you picked up the phone.
“Good Morning, ___! I just needed to tell you that the schedule for today has changed a little. We are having the first, and then we can study! Sound good to you?”
“Um, yeah sounds good to me. Just one thing, how did you get my number?”
“I have my ways, well bye!” He replied as he hung up, leaving you to wonder how he got it!
‘Did I give it to him? Did someone else give it to him? Did he
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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