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hope you all enjoy this! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Being a little sister is hard, especially when you are the only girl. And when your five older brothers are so protective, that you can't even look at a cute guy without them threatening to kick his ass if he comes near you. That's why you've never had a boyfriend or been on a date, but that's all gonna change if you can just get out of the house. You had been hanging out with a guy whenever you could get away from your brothers, and he had asked you to go on a real date, which made you extremely happy, yet worried at the same time. You told

Denmark took a swig of his beer. "OI, Finny. I dare you to cut Norway's curl off!" He said loudly. "H-huh? We aren't even playing the truth or dare." Finland said, obviously confused. He saw Denmark stand up. "Fine! I'll dance around the house." He said, voice very slurred. He danced randomly, around the table. Norway walked behind him and tugged his tie. "Idiot," he muttered. ~~~~~~~~~~~~TimeSkip~~~~~~~~~~~~ Norway was still choking Denmark. Finland sighed, hearing a knock on the door. "I'll get It." Finland said softly. He walked over to the door and opened it. He was greeted with cold wind, yet nobody stood in front of him. He looked do

Messed-Up Emil x Reader You wrapped your coat around your figure in frustration as you made your way out in the garden. It was completely… Completely… FRUSTRATING! Why couldn’t he just see right through you?! Was he really that insensitive?! You thought while kicking the snow off the bush nearby. You’ve been friends with him since forever and you’ve been crushing on him since eternity but no, he just had to be so @#$%ing gullible! And it completely annoys you. Who wouldn’t? All of your hard work and embarrassment gone to waste because of his insensitive-ness! Who’s ‘he’? Emil Steils

(Netherland's P.O.V.)    Tim walked through a large crowd on the streets of Amsterdam, keeping his head low. His green eyes red and puffy from crying. You see, today Tim here was going to a funeral to someone dear to him. He wore the fanciest suit he could find, in his breast pocket was a (Fav/ Flower), and he was wearing his signature long blue and white scarf, that she loved so much. He silently sighed and finally arrived at the most magnificent church. The funeral didn't start until 10:30 am and it was currently 9:45 am. He decided to take a walk in the small garden next to the church. Tim walked through the white picket fence surroundin

 "Norwegian's look as if they're soaked in bleach.." Lukas Bondevik, turned his head to see (first name) (last name) glaring at a computer screen, seemingly talking to herself. Finding this all to interesting, Lukas peered over, accidentally resting his head on her shoulder, making her gasp and turn to see him. "Lukas you scared me!" she replied, clicking the minimize button. "What were you looking at?" he asked, taking the mouse, putting his hand over hers and moving the mouse back to the website she was on. It wasn't really a site though. She was looking up 'Norwegian Stereotypes', and Lukas raised an eyebrow. (Your name) just let ou