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The Times, They Are A-Changin'Danny, the representation of California stood in front of a news crew wearing an old suit. He pushed his messy blond hair out of his face again and leveled a steady look with the camera in the front.
“We have to admit that if things continue the way they are, we are going to have a problem!” Danny shouted, slamming his hand down. “And if everyone helps with this, America won’t drown in this problem!”
He turned and left, leaving the reporters behind. As he walked, two others joined him, states Nevada and New Mexico.
“Times are sure are changing, huh, Mexico?” Nevada said, a small smile on her face.
The blue eyed Connecticut, Ryan, sat with a note book trying to write as fast as America spoke. He was trying to make sure that his newspaper got the story before any of the others papers.
“Dude, don’t write this down!” Al said, grabbing the book. “This hasn’t even started, watch and take notes in your head.”
Reader x America- Twinkies Death You were sitting at home when you heard about hostess shutting down. As soon as you heard, you counted down from three. When you hit zero, a certain American was standing at your door.
"Dude, do you have any Twinkies?" He asked, already heading to your kitchen.
You rushed ahead of him saying, "Not to my knowledge, but I have some Submarinos that Antonio gave me."
Al opened your pantry and grabbed the box of Twinkies that you had hidden for the Zombie Apocalypse You tackle him to the ground and wrestled the box away from him then stood up. Slowly you backed away from him.
"Give me the f-ing twinkles," he growled, nearing you. "Come on____. I won't bug you again for food."
You shook your head and ducked under his arms when he tried to grab you. As you run out of the room you shouted, "Just eat the Submarinos!"
The American answer was, "I don't want any Mexican Twinkies! I'll
Final HeroMy name is Eden McCord and I am the last hero. I didn't use to be. There used to be heroes everywhere. Ones that had super powers. Ones that risked their lives for little to no pay. But that was before.
It happened on a day like any other. The three of us that had banded together as a group of sorts were just relaxing that day when a call came through for two of us to get a criminal that was in town. Without much thought, I volunteered with my best friend, Dex.
Dex was an odd girl, who prided herself being a weapons master. She could pick up anything and use it to fight. Even a stick. One thing that really set her apart from the rest of the us was that she was one of the rare normal people who are heroes. I'm close to them, but only slightly. I have bird wings but they are useless in most fights, so I'm usually using chemical mixtures that my dad sends through my twin brother Marshall.
The call was to the edge of town, which was normal for us. These calls are usually from the cops when
Kidnap the child! RussiaXState!OC Ivan looked out his window. He could see a brunette sitting outside without a jacket on or anything. Ethan Jones a.k.a Alaska, the youngest of Alfred's kids. And by far the best the cutest of them. He was just sitting there, in the snow alone. No sign of any of his forty-nine adopted siblings or the stupid moose.
The Russian took one more look, then ran out of the house snatching up the brunette child. Ethan screamed causing Ivan to slap a gloved hand over his mouth.
"You become one with Russia, da?" He said, sending an odd smile to the boy.
The boy shook his head and Ivan removed his hand, replacing it with his lips. When he pulled back for air he repeated it. This time the Alaskan just nodded.
America's Journal, Threatening a Good-byeNovember 13, 2012
No, no, no! This can't be happening again! Not this! First was Ava, who came up to me with tears in her blue eyes with a letter. It read in her small, neat handwriting, that she is gathering her citizens to recede from the Union. If it had been Destiny or Will, I would have brushed it off as their normal rants. But it was Louisiana!
After her slowly other came up to me, and handed me similar papers. Now, only three of my kids stand beside me without a petition to secede. Little Abigail, Owen and Lincoln are the only ones left. They aren't the oldest of the kids either! Every one of those thirteen have told me their plans, and setting up the petitions on the website. Will is passed the required count. Ava's passed the count. Others are getting close!
I don't want another war! Not now, or ever! I'll do what I can to stop them, but if the other petitions pass, the ones that say exile the people who signed the petitions for secession, I'll loss people who are just give
America's Journal, Election DayNovember 6, 2012
Election Day. Time for stress and worrying over who my next boss will be. Four freaking years. Every time it's the same. So and so did this, so and so is that. You think those guys would have been nice and maybe made it longer. It would make since, considering the fact they don't think I exist half the time.
They won't even let me vote. Not registered in any state, they say. How the heck am I suppose to register as a resident of a state, when I live everywhere? The kids are freaking allowed to vote! Granted though, they all are registered...
Isabella and the others are bugging me to stop worrying. In a few hours, we're all going to know who won.
The election goes to... Obama. Well, at least I won't have to do the whole, 'Yes, your country is personified' crap again. I want sleep now, because I won't get any again for a while.
Haunted House AmericaxReader You were waiting for everyone to get in their spots for a run through. October 29. Two days before Halloween and the opening night of the school's haunted house. You were in the 'spandex room'. The plan was for you to stand behind a spandex wall and put your hand through it to scare people. Or at least, until you realized that sometime during the year, three of the bins with Halloween stuff were stolen. One of which had the spandex wall.
That's why you were waiting in one of the spandex suits that was from some weird school play a few years ago, along with your two friends, Arthur and Francis. The two were siblings of you're school's quarterback, Alfred Jones, who according to them, was coming through tonight. Even though he's also the biggest wimp.
The run through goes fine until the fog sets of the fire alarm. Your classmate found and answer to it pretty quickly: Tape a pillow over it. From there it was smooth sailing. Then Alfred's group showed up
America's Journal, Lexington and ConcordApril 18, 1775
Arthur sent his redcoats to attack Massachusetts. From what I can tell from the report I got, Iggy was trying to the destroy the weapons Massachusetts was holding on to.
Luckily someone warned that kid. He was ready for them with a small militia. Heh, militia, that's a funny word. Maybe I should call the dudes minutemen? Still a funny sounding. But back on track, Massachusetts' little group militia of sixty against England's thousand? It's lucky he's alive. I've put the
letterreport Massachusetts sent me.
England attacked Lexington just a few minutes ago. I was there, ready for those lobster backs. From what we can tell we lost eight men. The weapons are safe still, so don't panic. No one knows who shot first, which means we're safe from blame, right? I'll be back soon, with no fighting and scratch free. Just you wait!
Massachusetts (Also known as Benjamin)
I just got anothe
Homework AmericaxReader (Temp!)There was an amazing fan fiction here, but it deleted itself. So here's the summery:
You are trying to add crazy math like A plus B is equal to W minus F time H. As you struggle to work on the problem to move on to your other two assignments due tomarrow, you hear a knock on the door. It's Al who is here to bug you. After he notices you don't have your math done, he does the problem ending up with F is equal to U. You try the next one and after a few minutes, Al writes the answer down for you again then messes with your video games while you're still struggling with Math. Eventually he grabs the paper from you and finishes it. Then Al offers to tutor you, which you accept. Two weeks later you are doing way better at math.
Sebastian-x-Child Reader: Her Butler, Seeking
Her Butler, Seeking
With rounded, little girl eyes you looked up at your father’s butler from the tea you had been pouring. “What, Sebastian?”
From his place across from you, Sebastian Michaelis gave you an apologetic look. “I’m afraid I must interrupt our tea party, my lady. For it is time for me to prepare your lunch.”
It was true that Sebastian always cooked your meals- although technically Bard held the title of Phantomhive Chef- and you were getting rather hungry. But despite this, a sorry pout formed on your face and your bottom lip stuck out- sure signs of a miniature melt down.
“No, not yet! We’re having so much fun!”
The Butler placed his tea-cup back down on its saucer with care, though didn’t yet move from his seat.
“I hate to spoil such a lovely brunch, but milady hasn’t eaten anything since breakfast. Sure
Baby Talk (Hetalia x Reader)
Baby Talk (Hetalia x Reader)
*Warning; A little bit of swearing because Romano is in this :] Other than that hope you enjoy :3
You were laid across Alfred’s sofa with your eyes shut as you listened to your friends bicker of god knows what, today you were all supposed to meet up and have fun and just hang out like friend are supposed to do but that seemed impossible with this lot.
Opening your eyes you looked around the room seeing Arthur and Francis arguing as usual while Russia watched them with a childlike smile and china just complained about how immature they were being, America was, amazingly, talking to his brother Matthew but it seemed like they were arguing too, something about which sport was better hockey or soccer.
Getting up you strolled into the kitchen finding Ludwig scolding Feliciano for making a mess as Romano hit Ludw
Bucky x Reader Optional
She was different.
Not different like a mutant or an elemental, or even Dr. Strange different, but just...different.
Bucky caught onto this the second Fury brought her in, introducing her as the newest member of the Avengers Initiative.Those (e/c) eyes seemed to see a lot more than most other people’s did. More than Romanoff’s, Barton’s, or even his own.
It was a little off-putting.
“Alright, ladies and gentleman. Say hello to your new teammate; (Name) (Last Name). Also known as ‘The Witch’, according to the citizens of the little ho-dunk town that reported her as having ‘strange powers’.” Fury explained. And before Tony was able to make any sort of comment, Pietro had already zipped up from his seat and stood in front of her, uncomfortably close with a massive smirk on his face.
“‘The Witch’, huh? Well, hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but we already got a witch on our team. Sooo, I’m afraid I’m go
Amare (Vampire!Levi x Pianist!Reader) [AU]
Deft fingers fly over the ivory-white and small charcoal-black keys, a mesmerizing and enchanting tune emitting as you press the keys of the grand piano. It reminds him of a combination of the soft tinkling of sleigh bells and of harmonious birdsong, the velvety sounds echoing and ringing off the walls of the dim room. Digits seem to move gracefully and effortlessly, and the melancholy melody seeps into his veins, rendering him speechless. The room was sent to life by the elegant motions of your nimble fingers, like magic flowing out and slipping into every crack in the stone floor and the rough walls.
He nears you with a slow pace, afraid that one wrong step would waver the music. With a final swift press of the keys, the song ends, fading away quietly and softly. He places his pallid hands on your shoulders, felt that tiny jolt of surprise and chuckled, a deep rumble reverberating deep in his throat. He leans in, garnet lips inches from your ear.
Foxy x Reader- My Hero Is a Robotic Fox
Fem! or Male!Reader- Your choice
Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life!
A fun and Magical place for everyone! Except for Foxy. Since the tragic incident, "The Bite of '87" Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria was anything BUT fun and magical for the Pirate fox animatronic. He had to be hidden behind the star designed purple curtain of his little stage at Pirate Cove, forced to hear the laughter and enjoyment of the children he used to perform for because of a malfunction that occurred in his wiring. He didn't mean to hurt the young child! He went to bend down to the child's height to listen to what the child had to say, but something broke, causing his head to fall over, jaw open and clamp upon the front of the poor child's young head. He remembered the screams, not only from the child in his mouth, but from everyone who was witnessing the event. He was so shocked, not able to comprehend what happened until a
Tea (Levi x Reader) [AU]
You stood at the kitchen doorway, eyebrow raised inquiringly as you observed the raven-haired man rummaging through the cupboards on the tips of his toes, pallid digits closing around boxes of tea. He clicked his tongue in distaste when he found the boxes to be empty, tossing them lackadaisically onto the tiled floor. A litany of curses and incoherent mumbles tumbled from his mouth, and he opened the boxes more aggressively each passing minute.
He halted his actions and turned his head, gaze locking with your questioning ones. A heavy silence settled over the both of you, and you shifted your weight uncomfortably, eyes straying down to the boxes that littered the floor.
"Uh, is ... something the matter?" you asked him, a nervous smile breaking out across your face. Countenance inscrutable, Levi slammed the box onto the counter top, crushing it completely and leaving a crumpled mess. He trudged over to you, anger vaguely swi
Daddy!Makoto x Pregnant!Reader- Worry
"(Name)... Are you sure you're ok?"
Makoto was worrying about you, as usual. You were 7 months pregnant, but being pregnant at all was what Makoto was worrying about. He didn't want anything to happen to the baby. He heard of way too many incidents of miscarriages. He couldn't let that happen to you.
You were climbing the steps to your house. Makoto didn't think you could do anything by yourself anymore. He would do everything for you. You knew he was trying to be helpful but… He was getting kind of annoying.
Not that you would ever tell him that of course.
"I'm fine Makoto, don't worry."
You flashed him a small smile before walking up the last few steps. He followed you as you entered your house. You lied down on the sofa and watched TV. Makoto was sitting next to you, putting an arm around your waist. You knew that he absolutely ecstatic for the baby. He would take every chance he could to snuggle with you, or shower your stomach with affection. You
More Than Just My Sister ( Male!Mikasa x Reader )
"Mikasa?" Eren asked with a confused face
"He's the same age as you" Grisha said
"Yeah and he is really cool!" You said with a blush
"There aren't any other kids in this area so make friends with him, okay?" Your father told Eren
"Depends on him" He murmured
"Eren... That attitude is why you've only got one friend" Grisha scolded your brother. "Maybe they aren't home" He added and knocked several times on the door, shouting "Mr.Ackerman!"
"Excuse me-" Your father gasped when he opened the door
"What's wrong?" You and Eren asked together. "Hey, dad..."
Grisha checked Mikasa's parents pulses and whispered a "No good"
"Eren, (Y/n), Did you two see a boy around? Did you two see Mikasa?" He asked with worried eyes
"No" You two said bluntly and he nodded
"I am going to get the military police and have them look for him. You two wait for me at the base of the mountain. Got it? Eren? (Y/n)?"
(Rin Matsuoka x Reader) Manager
(A/N: TLDR: You're great at volleyball and swimming and you go to Iwatobi)
"Eh?! Momo-kun, I attend Iwatobi, I cannot be a manager for a different team..." You sighed, face-palming at the ecstatic boy in front of you.
"(F/N)-chan! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!!! I will buy you (favorite snack) every week! I want you to analyze the team with your superpowers!" He whined.
"They're not superpowers! I just happen to be really good at analyzing and helping athletes..." You muttered. "Plus, I have volleyball practice, then swimming!!"
"You can come after! Our swimming practice doesn't start till 5:30, and you get out of both practices practice at 5:15!" He smiled cheekily.
"Damn you..." You rolled your eyes. "Fine! But you have to buy me (favorite snack) every week, and if you miss a week I quit!" You scoffed.
"YEEEES!!!" Your annoyingly loud childhood friend screamed. "Let's go right now!"
"Momo-kun, it's a Saturday morning..."
"We have practice a
America's Journal, Boston MasacareMarch 5, 1770
I'm getting sick of the BS Arthur and Ben are making me go through. Arthur is forcing me to follow his rules and make the kids follow them too. And freaking Massachusetts decides to cause trouble every time he gets the chance a new rule is broken.
Today's one is the respect of the British Military. Guess how he managed that one? He decided to attack them when a crowd gathered outside the customhouse. The group made the sentry nervous, so he called for help. One of the soldiers that showed up fell, causing the others to panic.
Five dead after the British men fired into the crowd. One of those Son's of Liberty name Paul Revere is calling it the Boston Massacre. Almost fitting...
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