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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.
Contego (Levi x Abused!Reader) [AU]
You winced as you prodded your digits on your split lip, crimson staining the pad of your fingertips. With shaky hands, you pulled open the dresser's top drawer, reaching in for the pouch which stored your makeup.
This was a daily routine for you; caking your face in makeup to hide the red marks and purple bruises, your bleeding lip, the shadow around your eye.
You swiped the red lipstick across your bottom lip, and the sharp, throbbing pain blossoms. Looking at your reflection, a smile spreads on your face; a perfect, practiced smile across perfect, practiced lips that showed no pain, no suffering.
Before tears could brim up at the corner of your eyes, you stood up and walked to the front door, stepping outside to go through another day of work.
"Oi, what happened to your lip? Looks like someone had punched you," the raven speaks up, slight concern etched upon his visage. He stops arranging the
No Touching (France x Reader)
No Touching (France x Reader)
All Translations are in the description, hope you enjoy!~ :3
“Yes ma chérie?”
“Remove. Your. Hand. From. My. Ass!” you growled before glaring at the Frenchman,
“But it’s so beautiful~” he purred before sliding his other arm around your waist.
Francis, your boyfriend, was kind, loving and affectionate just a little too affectionate, in fact he was so affectionate that some would take it as far as to call him a pervert and you’re the one who had to put up with this so called ‘Pervert’.
Yeah sure at times he could be a little perverted but you wouldn't necessarily call him a pervert just a little… frisky at times and touchy, VERY TOUCHY! And to be honest it was starting to annoy you. You pinched his hand earn
"Hold still." You commanded, holding your boyfriend's arm with one hand and cleaning the wound on it with the other.
Luciano hissed when the cleaning rag hit his arm, trying to pull his arm away. "That hurts!"
"It's going to hurt a lot more when I smack you if you don't sit still." You snapped, tightening your grip on his arm. He huffed and kept still, wincing every time you touched his arm.
You see, your boyfriend had a tendency to get into fights, usually for stupid reasons, and usually with two of his friends, Kuro and Lutz. They also got quite carried away sometimes, and that usually resulted in one of them getting hurt. This time, however, the fight Luciano had gotten into had been with a guy named Allen, who was pretty tough. Luciano had come out of the fight with a black eye, a swollen cheek, a twisted ankle, a fractured wrist, and a knife wound on his right arm. Needless to say, he'd lost.
"What exactly did you do
Hotaru (Child!Levi x Teen!Thug!Reader)
(A/N: Mild violence.)
The raindrops made the same disgusting sounds you wanted to forget. Every drip made a sickening "plip", the tempo increasing the faster and faster you ran. You hated the rain- although it was pure in colour, it's existence threatened to throw you back to those times. In fact, it wasn't even raining. Just a bunch of moisture lingering at the top of the underground.
But even if you did get to see the rain, the clouds would forever cry crimson.
Coupled with the sound of gunfire, rain reminded you of death. The death of your only family. Those ear-piercing screams, sounds of torture, human flesh being torn to bits. The worst part of it all? It was a sacrifice to protect you.
Something that could hurt you more than a thousand bitter cuts on your arm.
But it would be something you had to endure anyway; you promised him that you would be home. (f/n) (l/n) was no longer that innocent girl who stood and watched. You made a promise- a glimmer of hope that you would survive.
Sousuke x Reader Not Quite
Sousuke was in the middle of a crisis. Not that he’d admit that to anyone. ...Well, to most anyone. It was a bit of a mess he was in, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to go about fixing it. Or rather, it was a competition, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to win it.
(Name) (Last Name), aka the girl he had a crush on since she transferred over from Sapporo, was going to Iwatobi. And that was great, because it meant she was close by. She was also into swimming, which made her that much more attractive, and also meant that Gou was more than happy to have her be co-manager of the Iwatobi Swim Team. Which in turn meant that Sousuke had plenty of opportunities to see her more often.
The only problem was that he wasn’t the only one who was attracted to her. At least, as far as he could tell. Sometimes, whenever Rin went to visit Gou and the boys on the Iwatobi swim team, he’d tag along to catch a glimpse of (Name). And more often than not, there she was, chatting w
Japan x Sick!Reader .:. This Will Do
It was a rather cold day outside, but the warmth inside was something you could thank. You were freezing, it seemed, no matter how many blankets were wrapped around you. You could no longer breathe from your nose, and your stomach was in coils. Much to your disliking, you were sick.
Luckily, you had someone there who was taking care of you, and as you opened your eyes now at the quiet tip-tap of footsteps, you saw that "someone". Short, dark hair and deep brown eyes... you smiled at the sight of him. He placed the back of his hand to your forehead and frowned slightly.
"Your forehead's stirr warm..." he said quietly, mostly to himself. He left for a moment before he came back with a moistened washcloth that he placed upon your forehead. You released a light sigh at how refreshingly cool it was, considering that you were running a rather high temperature. You coughed twice into your hand before your smile turned to a frown that matched the one o
Trapped In My Laptop ( Levi x Reader ) AU
(A/N : So this is a special, late birthday gift for :IconTalithestrange:! Happy birthday, Honeybun~~!!! <3)
You were sitting on the couch in your living room, your laptop resting itself on your lap as you typed and typed some comments on DeviantART. You fucking loved Attack on Titan and well your favorite character was Levi. Yes, he was grumpy, loved cleaning and short, but you couldn't help it! He was so perfect in your eyes...
You had to be honest, as much as you loved it, you were tired of reading 'Levi x Reader's. You tried doing the 'Lucid Dreaming' shit to go to the Titan world and fuck Levi, but ended up in a 'Sleep Paralysis'. Maybe it was a bad idea to not read of ways to get out of the fucked up state you were in.
So sleep paralysis basically is a thing when you see the things you are mostly afraid of and you saw a Yaoi pairing that you hated for a single reason, You being madly in love with Levi, Ereri. They basically had sex on top of you and you watched how they d
Human!Freddy X Reader - Barry Bear
"Give it back! Please give it back!"
You cried and begged but it had no effects on the boy in front of you. Tyler, the biggest neighborhood bully, laughed at your despair.
"Oooh, is your little bear friend so important to you?" He inspected the teddy bear in his hands. "How stupid!"
Your eyes watered. Barry was your favourite soft toy. It was your favourite because your beloved grandmother made it for you. You really loved your teddy bear.
The fur of your bear was a beautiful beige. It also had adorable black button eyes. But what you really liked, was the ribbon. A cute red ribbon tied around it's neck and your grandmother even embroidered your name on it.
But some humans tend to be cruel. And Tyler was one of them. He loves to bully the weak and you were an easy prey since you can't defend yourself.
Tyler grinned. "Listen, you little twerp. I'm going to "borrow" your bear." You gasped. "No, please! Don't take Barry away from me!"
"Shut up! You're so annoying!" And with those words, h
Storm [Daddy!Levi x Mommy!Reader]
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJha-_kaBe8 Please listen while you read!)
Underneath the veil of your curtains, you watched the billowing clouds, their hues of grey and black, conceal the solemn ascent of the sun. A sonorous rumble vibrated over the plains, signaling the oncoming storm. The wind quietly disturbed the trees, bending them gently, whisking crumbled leaves from trembling twigs. Once again, you concealed your home from the outside world behind your velvety drapes. Every tiny movement triggered a ghastly ache through your exhausted muscles, consequences of the expedition the day before. But, as you drew closer to the sofa resting at the middle of the room, you took notice of your daughter, Faith and youngest son, Matthias, sprawled over the cushions, faces relaxed, breathing steady. At the front of the fireplace, your eldest, Leon relaxed in his father’s favorite rocking chair, an unknown momentum still pushing it to and fro. Deep purple bruises embedded into each of
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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