German-Idiota

         "I-Uh-I..I..", England stammered. Words were not forming.. WHY WEREN'T THEY FORMING? He bit is lips, eyes scanning aimlessly, You in his lap. Your big (e/c) eyes were filled with fear from your papa's angry expression. Silence wafted over the room, before France sucked in a large breath, "Why in holy hell did you violate my...!!!!!!-", Crying. You had began crying loudly, clinging on to England. You found Francis scary when he was yelling.     England panicked a bit. "Wh-Wh-What do I..?!", France strode over to him, and grabbed you in one swift movement. "Out!", Your papa pointed to the door. "But..!", "OUT." After that, Eng

     You shuffled to your classroom, bunching your shoulders. You didn't want to brush against anyone and get yelled at. Finally making     it to your locker, you opened it gently, just to have it slammed shut. You sighed. This was your first day of school and you already had an enemy from last year retaliating for when you stuck ketchup packets in their seat, so when they sat down, it splurged everywhere, and on the back of her legs. You grinned softly at the thought.       Re-entering your combination, you grabbed your reading book, for homeroom. On the f

      You felt... Awkward being Alfred's girlfriend..   You weren't the skinniest, that was the problem. It was weird being the companion of a mussily  guy, when you didn't even have a flat stomach.. He could've picked anyone..  Bella, Amanda, Allica, Deena, Kayla.. Anyone.. Though for some reason, he loved you. Why? You were just a chubby high-school girl. You weren't anything special to a guy like him. Sometimes it seemed embarrassing..       Did you embarrass him...?       That was one of the questions you wished dear

     "Have a good day at school, Stacy!", You called to your High-School daughter.  She was fourteen, just a Junior. You sighed contently, shutting the door.  You had gotten pregnant with Stacy, at Fifteen.     Since you had gotten pregnant at such a young age, you didn't want the same-  to happen to your young daughter. In result, you studied with her, tutored her,  and made her a smarty-pants. She skipped two grades because of your hard work.  You were certainly a proud mother.     Although Stacy's father didn't want to deal with it even though he was the cause-  of a daughter. He had left you right after childbirth, alone a

     'How long has it been, Since I've seem him...?', You sighed, examining the hand,-  you reached above your head, as you laid flat on your back, surrounded by the blankets,  and pillows, scattering your bed.     Your best-friend, Gilbert Beilschmidt, had been gone for years. You couldn't help but  sulk from the emptiness, and loneliness, even to this day. He was practically torn away,  from you. He left, not saying where, just left. That last day, at the air-port, you bawled-  your eyes out, all while Gilbert rubbed your back, and promised to see you again.     You sighed, sitting up in bed, so you could go downstairs into th

     "Hm. I'm bored...", You mumbled as you played barbies in your room.   "What should I do...?', You layed flat on the carpet.      After moments of thinking, you knew exactly what to do!   "DAAADDDYYY!", You yelled, running down the stairs. "What is it, love?", England asked.   "I'm bored.", You pouted up at the Englishman.      England was hesitant. "W-What would you like to do?", Your eyes lit up, with an idea.   "Let's play tea party!", England was hoping you wouldn't say that. Oh what he was in for.   

   Warning: This is most likely illegal in most countries, don't like it, don't tell me.  It's 5:30 in the morning C:  Gilbert: 20 Years Old.  Ludwig: 12 Years Old.  You: 12 Years Old.  --     "Sixth grade bro!", You stretched your arms over your head as you and Ludwig-  walked to school. "Ha, Yeah finally outta zhat hellhole.", Ludwig cracked a smile.  "Hey! That reminds me, I haven't seen the awesomeness himself in ages, care if I-  hang at your place for a bit, after school?", "Ja, Bruder would love to see mein best-  friend, after so long!", You fist-pumped, "AWH YEEAAHH!", You grabbed Ludwig's hand,  dashing towards

  Gilbert- 6th Grade   Ludwig- 5th Grade   You- 3rd Grade     --      "Papa Germania!", You screeched quite loudly, running into his arms.   "(Name)...? Vhat is zhe meaning of your actions? You know better, zhan to yell-   while indoors.", The German made an attempt at a small lecture, which you almost   completely ignored.      "Heh, She's been like zhis all day, She even sat vith me, und mein friends   at lunch, und ranted about somezing I didn't quite understand...", Gilbert   laug

     When you became seven, the worst thing that could possibly happen, in France's-   perspective, happened.      "Maman...", You said drowsily, as you stepped into view, from the corner   into the living-room.      It was the early hours of the morning, and it seemed that France had a visitor.   "Mr. England!", Your sleepiness was now long forgotten, at seeing one of your-   favorite people.      "Why, ello Love.", England was most surprised, to see you, at such a time.