Otaku4Lyfe05

"And so, _____-chan will go in the closet with…" Prussia took the little piece of paper from your hands. “Woh! _______ is going with China!” China looked up from the ground to your eyes for a moment. Then he stood up  setting his little panda on the chair he was sitting and walked towards you. “Aiyah! I’m happy I’ve got such a cute girl!!!” He grabbed and squeezed my hand and walked in the closet. Click. Closed inside with the most handsome man on the world. In your opinion. “Aru…” “Eh?” “I’m happy I’m here inside with you…I didn’t w

“Why not, dude!” “Kesesesese!  I didn’t know you actually liked this type of games,  _____!” “Ohnohnohnohnohn… little ______ wants to play pervy, oui?” “Oh, guys, shut up!!! I just proposed a game!!!” In fact, that was not an ordinary game. It was 7 minutes in heaven or hell. We all know the rules! You’ll be locked in a closet for seven minutes, with someone random, who you will random choose picking up the object they’ll put in a top hat. Who knows what will happen in there!!! “It’s settled guys! We will play this!!! ALRIGHT EVERYONE! PUT SOMETHING IN IGGY&

How the hell did you get dragged into this? To whole way to Alfred’s house you were close to exploding and taking all of your ‘friends’ with you. For some time now they had tried to get you out of the house, claiming you were too antisocial. “bullshit” you thought, there were planning something. Now sitting in Alfred’s living room you regretting not fighting harder. The alcohol was running through your system, but you could still make everything around you. The other countries were all stumbling around laughing. It seemed quite harmless, but you knew your friends all too well, something was bound to happe

How the hell did you get dragged into this? To whole way to Alfred’s house you were close to exploding and taking all of your ‘friends’ with you. For some time now they had tried to get you out of the house, claiming you were too antisocial. “bullshit” you thought, there were planning something. Now sitting in Alfred’s living room you regretting not fighting harder. The alcohol was running through your system, but you could still make everything around you. The other countries were all stumbling around laughing. It seemed quite harmless, but you knew your friends all too well, something was bound to happe

How the hell did you get dragged into this? To whole way to Alfred’s house you were close to exploding and taking all of your ‘friends’ with you. For some time now they had tried to get you out of the house, claiming you were too antisocial. “Bullshit” you thought, they were planning something. Now sitting in Alfred’s living room you regretted not fighting harder. The alcohol was running through your system, but you could still make everything around you. The other countries were all stumbling around laughing. It seemed quite harmless, but you knew your friends all too well, something was bound to happen.

How the hell did you get dragged into this? To whole way to Alfred’s house you were close to exploding and taking all of your ‘friends’ with you. For some time now they had tried to get you out of the house, claiming you were too antisocial. “bullshit” you thought, there were planning something. Now sitting in Alfred’s living room you regretting not fighting harder. The alcohol was running through your system, but you could still make everything around you. The other countries were all stumbling around laughing. It seemed quite harmless, but you knew your friends all too well, something was bound to happe

Old Doll Doll!Russia x Reader "An old doll contains memories, and these memories will remain."     She had been warned, many times, to stay away from the attic. Her brothers had told her that nothing was there, that it was dangerous to step around, that there were whispers to drive her insane. In the beginning, she had chosen to believe them, not wanting to be cursed by whispers or killed from falling wood.     Being scared of the attic, however, did not cause her to stop thinking about it. Often, she would lay in bed, staring up at the roof above her, wondering what laid between the drywall and the attic. ___ dreamed of mystical things