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Pick 10 random characters.
1. America
2. Scotland
3. Russia
4. Canada
5. England
6. Italy
7. Germany
8. Romano
9. Spain
10. France

You found 1's secret stash of chocolate. 

Me: Dude, why do you only have Hershey's chocolate?
America: BECAUSE I MADE THIS BRO! EVERY ONE LOVES HERSHEY'S.
Me: BUT TOBLERONE THO

2 confesses his love to you.

Scotland: Ivy...
Me: NOPE *runs away fangirling*


You walk into 3 in the street at midnight.

Russia: It is dangerous to be walking around alone at night, da?
Me: I mean yeah...*cough* itdoesn'thavetobeifyouprotectmetho *cough*
Russia: What was that sunflower?

6 is living in your house.

Italy: IVY! PASTA IS-A DONE!
Me: But all we've had is pasta...
Italy: Don't-a worry. It's alfredo today~
Me: COOL BRO, I'M GAME.


You find 7's mobile phone (cellphone)

Me: Isn't this Germany's phone? Maybe he left it here when he visited Italy...
Me: *unlocks phone*
Me: He really needs a passcode... *opens pictures*
Me: *sees pics of Italy sleeping*
Me: *sees BDSM pics*
Me: REAL TALK, THO? HOW ABOUT NO. *throws phone*


You're asleep and 8 comes in and wakes you up.

Me: *sleeping*
Romano: Oi, idiota ragazza
Me: *grumbling*
Romano: RAGAZZA, fratello wants-a you downstairs
Me: 5 more minutes, mom...
Romano: Do I-a look like your mama to-a you, Ivy?!
Me: Shut up...
Romano: OI!
Me: LOVI I SWEAR TO GOD, EITHER GO AWAY OR GET IN THE BED WITH ME
Romano: I AM-A NOT YOUR PERSONAL FUCKBOY, IVY
Me: That can be changed...



9 kidnaps you.

Spain: *takes off blindfold*
Me: DAFUQ TONI
Spain: Hola chica! I hope the car ride wasn't too bumpy~
Me: Why the hell did you kidnap me in broad daylight?!
Spain: Well, you wouldn't get off of Tumblr and I wanted to play soccer with you...
Me: AND YOU JUST CONVENIENTLY HAD A RAG FOR ME TO SMELL?
Spain: Si. Sometimes Romano gets too loud in public
Me: ???


You go to the cinema. 10 is sitting in your seat.

France: Bonjour!
Me: Dafuq Francis? Why are you in my seat?
France: I planned zis all along, Ivy! I needed a clever way to go on a date with you~
Me: Pffft Okay? Why not just ask instead?
France: Where is the fun in that?
Me: True. You're still sitting in my seat tho.
France: My lap is your seat, mon amour~
Me: *le slap*


1 confesses his love for 7. You are hiding in a bush with 4.

Me: BRUUUUUH. I NEVER KNEW ALFRED WAS GAAAAAAAY
Canada: Unless he just lost a bet?
Me: No, bro. *looks through binoculars* He's red in the face and everything. HE'S SERIOUS
Canada: M-maple...
Me: But why Luddy of all people? Doesn't Alfie hate Nazi's?
Canada: He does but...
Me: DUDE, YOU DO REALIZE THAT GERMANY HAS A STASH OF BSDM SHIT
Canada: But Alfred hates blood..
Me: Ludwig is so much bigger than him, too...
*le pause*
Me: You don't think...?
Canada: No...he can't be...
Me: YO YOUR BROTHER IS TOTALLY A BOTTOM HAHAHA! And if he isn't he's about to become one!
Canada: Oh maple...



2 and 9 are arguing. 

Scotland:
Ye didne need tae kidnap th' lassie! Ye scared 'er half tae death!
Spain: No, she's fine amigo! She just needed some fresh air
Me: YOU RAGGED ME, TONI. THAT'S NOT OKAY
Scotland:
Wa dae ye e'en hae a rag tae begin wi'?
Spain: Sometimes Romano gets too loud in public
Scotland and Me: ???


6 is molesting 3.

Me: I wouldn't Feli...
Italy: Just-a watch me! Veee~
Me: pffft....
Italy: Mr. RUSSIA~
Russia: Da?
Italy: HUG!
Russia *KOLKOLKOLKOLKOLKOL*
Italy: WAAAAH I'MA SO SORRY PLEASE DON'T KILL ME I'M A VIRGIN!
Me: PFFFT...


5 and 10 are stuck in a burning building but you can only save one. 

Me: You're grown ass men. Figure this out for yourselves
France: Quoi?!
England: What the bloody hell, Ivy?!


2 is invisible. 

Me: I told you not to mess with your brothers spell book
Scotland:
Yeah, yeah. Whit th' heel dae Ah dae noo?
Me: How am I supposed to know?
Scotland:
Ah feel loch a superhero
Me: Please. Aquaman is a more useful superhero than you

OMG! 9 is more awesome than Prussia!  

Prussia: NIEN! NO ONE IZ MORE AWESOME THAN ME!


3 and 7 pull a prank on you.

Me: WHEN THE HELL DID YOU TOO BECOME FRIENDS?!
Russia: We aren't
Germany: Ja. Just under a truce



You walk in on 4 and 10 kissing.

Me: FRANCE NO! NOT YOUR OWN CHILD!
France: Ohnhonhon~ You have grown up well Matthew~
Canada: M-maple...






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I'm so turning some of these into fics
  • Mood: Artistic
  • Listening to: Three Cheers for Five Years by Mayday Parade
I just bs-ed through an entire APA essay and a prezzi in less than two hours. I am truly a majestic being
Guys seriously, I was so knee deep in my writing when I left, I forget where I stopped...
I should be writing my psychology paper right now but I'm reading/writing fanfiction instead. Whoops.
I lifted my shirt and beamed brightly at my tummy rolls and belly button. Fits of giggles bubbled at the back of my throat as I poked at my stomach. To anyone else, my unusual display of energy might have been concerning, but to me it was more than just random amusement. It was pride.
A majority of my childhood and teenage years have been filled with visits to a dietician, depressing routines, looming diabetes, and over-sized clothes I hid in. Each time they wanted to try something new, it made me feel like I was an elephant. It's been way too emotional for me, and I would never want to relive it ever. Knowing that my weight issues were my fault, considering I had no off-switch when it came to food as a kid, made me even more sad. Thinking about it made me want to cry, not because I was sad, but because I was honestly happy with how far my own motivation has been taking me. It was difficult for a while dealing with people eating the things I craved around me, but I managed.
I flopped backwards with a sigh, thinking about everything that I had been through and what I've been accomplishing as of the recent. I knew the results weren't going to come through yet, but I still felt so much better. *

"Poppet? Where are you?" A distinctly crisp English accent filled my ears. I sat up and grabbed a pillow instinctively, attempting to cover my exposed stomach. Before I could flag him down, he peeked his head into the living room and his eyes instantly grew wide.

"Hi Ollie," I smiled at him as I sat up a little straighter. He didn't respond, but he was quick to sit next to me with a serious look on his face. He even forgot to take his coat off, which was new.

"Evelyn, love, what's wrong? Did something happen?" His bright blue eyes grew concerned as he knitted his strawberry eyebrows together. Oliver's sudden worried expression was confusing me.

"What are you taking about? Everything is fine, Oliver." I muttered, trying to figure out what he was talking about. He reached out and cupped both of my cheeks, staring at me with intensity. Oliver brushed a pale thumb beneath my wet eyelashes.

Wait, wet? I blinked quickly, sending more water racing down my cheeks. A mixture of emotions spilled across his face once he saw those fresh tears, until finally, he settled on anger and those infamous swirls of pink came into his eyes. I realized then that Oliver was completely misunderstanding my situation.

"Who," The Brit demanded, his voice dark and full of venom. He reached down to grip my hands tightly, his face remaining stern.

"No one, Oliver. I'm fine, I promise. I was just-"

"Love, tell me. I promise to take care of it. They'll be dismembered and spread across this city by tomorrow, I swear." He was swift to get up and pull a rather large kitchen knife from his pastel blue coat.

"Ollie, no!" I bolted up and grabbed a hold of his wrist. "It's okay! No one made me upset. I was just a little emotional before you came here." His dark features twisted up into confusion as the swirls of madness in his eyes faded.

"Why are crying, then?" Oliver cupped my face in his hands again and stepped towards me. I noticed that his knife was put away overwhelmingly fast.

"It's nothing important, Ollie. I was just reminiscing is all." I laced my fingers through his and looked up at him. His suspicious face made me sigh. "It's nothing." I concluded and then I carefully tiptoed up to his eye level and pecked his lips.

"It clearly is important if you're worked up over it, poppet." He murmured as he pulled me onto the couch with him. "Please, tell me? I hate it when my little cupcake is upset."

"I was just thinking about my weight," I threw back, knowing that Ollie would persist with his begging until he squeezed it out of me. Might as well just tell him now and save myself some time.

"Oh, poppet, you know how I feel about that." He laced his fingers through mine and gave them a squeeze. "You're beautiful."

"Too bad you're the only person who thinks like that."

"Then that clearly means that I'm the only one that knows best."

"Your opinion doesn't equate to facts, Oliver." I rolled my eyes at his smug comments. "Besides, I wasn't actually disappointment in myself today." I peeked up at him just as he raised his pink eyebrows in thought.

"Is this about your new diet?" He hummed. I did a double take and gawked at him. "Think I didn't notice, poppet? You changed your eating habits and you weren't as stressed out as you usually are when you do that."

"Yeah. I'm just surprised that you noticed." I wasn't really. He normally does notice the small things. "I just didn't want it to turn into anxiety like last time."

"Oh, poppet. Do whatever makes you happy." Oliver kissed my forehead. "I'm proud of you." I beamed when I heard those words.

"Really?"

"Of course. Why would I say it and not mean it, Evelyn?" I grinned up at him before practically tackling him into the couch.

"I love you so much Ollie!" I chirped, kissing his face up. Once I was done with him, his cheeks were beet red and covered in lipstick smudges. "Oh shit! I'm sorry! I forgot I was wearing make-up-" The ceiling suddenly came into view and I was on my back with Oliver on top of me, looking particularly smug.

"What have I told you about swearing, love?" He growled. "Must I remind you of the consequences?" 

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kirkland," I batted my eyelashes at him, catching his playful tone. "I didn't mean it, honest. Please let me go." I gave him my signature pout.

"Alright, love. I'll let you go," I felt the cool skin of his hands start to creep up under the front of my shirt. "On one condition..."
2P!EnglandxChubby!OC - Proud
OH HEY LOOK, A ONESHOT.

*This is actually my past guys. (And yes I actually did poke my stomach and laugh. Don't ask.) Everything after that point doesn't apply to me

Enjoy yourself some 2P!England ^_^ All grammar Nazi's welcome~
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