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(another pirate story) England X reader New life!
(Heya everybody! We only have 2 EXAMS LEFT! SCREAAAM! YEY! So I decided to treat myself! I'm soo bad. I've started another fanfic!!! I already have 2! Oh weelll...so this one is about England because I don't see ludwig as a pirate! And one more thing, I'm not the MOST historical person...so... Enjoy poppet!)
It happened when she was wiping down the table, the cafe was empty due to the time of the day. The warmth of midday had been slowing down work, rain had been blessed down on the villagers. It was almost the end of her shift. Hopefully she could get home quickly, she was tired. (Name) sighted, she did not like her clothes: a maid dress which almost reached to the floor, it restricted her from making too much movement ... and she hated dresses anyway. She took the mop up whilst holding up her dress and started cleaning the floor.
Her cafe was mostly calm with only the noise of the waves breaking the
Hetalia GermanchildXGermany 4Like always my personal comment is written in italics.... betcha didn't know two people were writing this! I am twin... number... 1? All of our writings are shared so... ja... BTW this isn't gonna be rude... more like a child teacher relationship...
"Did you say something that might interest the class?" Mr. Ludwig asked turning to her.
'Woof woof' (Name) thought.
"Er...noo sir" she replied . Mr. Ludwig glared at her suspiciously and turned back to the rest of the class, hand in-front of his eyes so to block out the sunrays which his hat couldn't block. He narrowed his eyes.
"I have already got one child who is coming to my camp, if any of you vant to join...you are...welcome, however remember... I do not like slackers" Mr. Ludwig turned to (Name).
"The coach vill leave tomorrow at 5 am. I hope to see you there"
(Name) yawned and stretched. Was she su
Hetalia GermanchildXGermany Chapter 2My notes will be in () and italic! Enjoy
The lesson went horribly. It seemed now this German teacher hated her. He was constantly yelling in her ear, jogging behind her as she dragged her feet around the field.
He constantly criticized her every move. The class loved to see her misery, but if they were caught even smirking, they were yelled at. Mr. Ludwig seemed to know (Name) weakness. Though other people would get detention for being bad, she was made to do an extra lap if she was found making a face, day-dreaming or not looking at him when he spoke.
At the end of the lesson, (Name) was nearly dead. She groaned. She could not get up. Her legs wouldn't let her, her body refused to move...except when
"Aufstehen du fauler Idiot (Get up you lazy idiot)" Mr. Ludwig yelled in (Name) ear. She jumped up and muttered somethin
Hetalia- Kid-Countrynapped Part 2
Carrying on from...
"Your contacts are horrible miss- sir" (your name) said sweetly wrenching herself out of the teacher's arms.
"They are not...contacts" the person replied.
" I advise you check your eyes seeing as you seem to think I'm a miss" he added. The class sniggered, The person's eyes scanned over the class.
"This was not a joke" he said. The class shut up. The person turned to the teacher.
"My name is Ludwig"
The blond man stared at (Name).
"As I was saying. My name is Ludwig and I will be observing your class-"
"Also he is wayyyy too old for you girls..." (Name) muttered under her breath. The blond man pretended to ignore her.
"I do not take any sort of disturbances and if there are any." He stopped and shot (name) a glare. "They will be gotten rid of." (Name) yawned very absent minded to herself. "You may call me Sir or... Mr Ludwig." The class looked slightly confused at th
GermanyxReader KidnappedYou don’t know how it happened. You were just walking down the street when you passed a seemingly harmless alley and you felt something hit the back of your head and your world went black. If you ever got out of this, you would never walk around alone at night again. You were stuffed into the trunk of what you assumed to be a small car. Your wrists and ankles were bound together with rope, you were blindfolded, and whoever kidnapped you put something in your mouth to gag you. The car drove on for a while and you heard the sound of car passing by you, none of them even slightly aware that there was a person in the trunk of this car. You were hoping that this was some sort of sick joke and that one of your friends would open the trunk and you would laugh this off, but your gut instinct was telling you that this was no joke.
Suddenly the car stopped and you heard a car door open and slam shut. There were large footsteps coming towards you and you heard the trunk open. A gust o
Lost in the City [Finale] (Android!GermanyxReader)
"...iss _____... Miss _____... _____!!" The smell of food lingered in the air, and you swore whatever it was had to be the one thing in the world that you wanted to eat that morning. Ludwig had been trying to wake you up for what seemed like a while, but you were just now coming to. You grunted in response to the shaking, and allowed the man to pull you out of your sheets. Your back ached like hell. "Out of bed now, Frau. Your on location today; I'll drive you to work once you eat breakfast." Once sitting upright in bed, he placed a pile on your lap, pointing to the bathroom with the wooden spoon in his hand. Your eyes flickered to the door, and he nodded, going back to being busy fixing up something else. He was really like a housewife... A better one than you'd be, but hey! What's wrong with that? Right?
You looked down at the neatly stacked pile on your lap, curiously looking through the contents. A pair of soft underwear sat on top of one of you
List of Random Hetalia Plz AccountsI don't know xD Sorry if i repeated a few ^^" I'll also be editing this at times.. If I missed any feel free to comment and I will add them~
EDIT: I don't know what happened ;A; most of them aren't showing up..
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The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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