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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.
2P!England x Child!Reader - Tell Me A Story 4
"Yes poppet?" Oliver smiled as he place the tray of cupcakes on the counter.
"Tell me a story."
"Sure thing poppet~! You can take a seat if you like."
"I'll just sit on the floor~" you sat down and looked up at your father, waiting for him to start.
"Once upon a time, there lived a five family rabbits. One rabbit is the father named OllieBunny, the uncle named FranBunny, the oldest son named MatBunny, the other son named AlBunny and the cute daughter named [Nickname]Bunny."
"Wait, why am I called AlBunny?" Allen asked, who was sitting beside you.
"Shut up, AlBunny!" Oliver smiled, "Now where was I? Oh! Right! One day, they went out to get carrots to eat but EvilBunny came and took all of the carrots. The family became sad because they're so hungry. Then the next day, they went to the EvilBunny's house and killed him so they can eat the carrots and live their lifes. The end!"
You, Allen and Matthieu clapped.
Sebastian x Child! Reader: Her Butler, Proud
Sebastian x Child! Reader
Her Butler, Proud
It was nearing twilight as the last fractals of light disappeared into the nighttime clouds of a periwinkle sky. Carriages clattered noisily through the streets of London chauffeuring the elite of society to the nearest theaters and other forms of entertainment.
From the depths of the large city a single stately house sat in mild splendor, with warm light wafting through large clear-cut windows. From within the home, a couple finished dressing to the nines and made their way down to the entryway where their Butler awaited to help them into their coats.
The Master of the house- a nearly twenty-five year old Ciel Phantomhive- regally shrugged into his overcoat, before holding out his arm to his wife. With an intelligent light blue eye the man gazed at her, before once more returning his attention to the statuesque figure dressed in black.
“We’ll return after the oper
Reactions (Levi x Reader)
Levi never smiles.
That was a fact all of the Legion has accepted. It was difficult to get a laugh from him, even if it was just a tiny smile.
Therefore, it became your personal mission to get him to.
"What? How to get him to smile?" Hanji laughs, patting you on the shoulder, "I don't think you'll ever succeed on doing that." You frown, thinking hard.
"Well, I could at least, you know, try." They tap a finger on their chin, an amused expression on their face. After a long moment, they snap their fingers, a wide smile pulling at the corners of their lips.
"Are you kidding me?" you deadpan, pinching the bridge of your nose with your forefinger and thumb.
"What? I've seen him smile when he sees cleaning supplies! I'm sure it's bound to work!" Hanji beams, and you sigh.
"Fine, fine. I'll go get them," you say, and you
2p!child!America x reader x 2p!child!Canada-SitterPlease, make sure you have time to read this before you start >w< It is long as hell and has a shit load of cuss words and some stuff sexually said, nothing done, but probably still not suited for the average child XD Enjoy~!
You, a seventeen year old, were one of the 'best' babysitters in your city. Parents would almost literally throw money at you to babysit their kids. The reason for the quotes around the word best is because, you weren't that good. You didn't even like kids, but it did pay. That was all that mattered.
Those who truly knew you, would call you a troubled teen. You didn't believe that though. You felt that others thought, just because you weren't clean cut and perky, that you were troubled. You weren't. Sure, you might stay out late, cussed out a few adults before, and have a drink or two with friends. You didn't think those were grounds to call you troubled. Your parents thought you were fine.
Their names were Tino and Berwald. You thought you t
2P!Canada x Child!Reader - Tell Me A Story 3
"Mattie! Tell me a story!" you jumped on his bed, making it harder for him to read.
Matthieu closed his book and removed his glasses, "What kind?"
"Short one! Suitable for kids!"
"Okay. Sit down."
You stopped jumping and sat beside him.
"Once upon a time, there was a boy. His name is Allen... The end."
"That's not a complete story!" you jumped on him and started pulling his hair.
"It's a complete story." Matthieu said, sounding like it didn't hurt at all.
"No, it's not!"
"If you don't stop, I'll tell a scary one."
"Then I'll hunt you forever!!"
Matthieu grabbed and drop you out of his room before locking his door.
"Jerk!" you yelled.
Stupid Cat (Jealous America x Reader x Americat)
Stupid Cat (Jealous!America x Reader x Americat)
*Disclaimers; Little bit of cussing up ahead but not enough to put a restriction on, also quite a few POV changes, Other than that enjoy :3*
~~~Third Person POV~~~
Alfred was happy that you had moved in with him, he truly was, after all it is normal for a couple to share a house after sometime dating. He got to spend more time with you and show his affection towards you more often, however so did his stupid obese cat.
The same stupid cat that has been hoarding you attention ever since you got here, the same god-damn cat that attacks him if he gets too close to you, the same annoying cat that gets away with EVERYTHING!, and to put it simply it was pissing him off.
Alfred peered around the wall, cheeks puffed out and lips forming a pout as he glared daggers at the fat fur ball on your lap.
To no surprise you were focu
ExtremeDrunk!2P!America x Child!Reader - Numb
You were sitting across the table with Allen who appeared to be really drunk. It was less than an hour for him to drink a glass of beer, whiskey and four bottles of vodka. And like every other time, you had your camera with you.
Allen was so drunk that he'd ask you if you'd like some from time to time but you refused after what your father told you about what happens if you drink alcohol. It was scary.
Oliver and Francois were out and Matthieu was sleeping upstairs.
"Do you... Do you have *hic* your camera?" Allen asked.
You nodded and took out your camera.
"Good!" Allen stoop up, "Video me singing*hic* Numb."
You nod again, hoping that he'd not remember what he did tomorrow. You pressed the record button and waited for whathe's going to do.
"What you're tired and you want to
Feel lost in a very hypocritical human face!
I do not know what I want!
The pressure of walking shoes!
It caught just below this one!
I did all the steps, you're wrong
Just take the role of the toes!" Allen sand a
Undisclosed Tendencies [Modern AU] (Levi x Reader)
If there’s a downside for being a prodigy of an employee that you are - it’s having to do more work than you should.
So here you are - alone in your cube, in the late hours of the night, doing some finishing touches on your presentation for the board meeting tomorrow. And after downing your third tall cup of latte just this afternoon, you resorted to your ever reliable music player to keep you awake - because you certainly don’t need any caffeine or sugar rush to keep you up the whole night.
"There. All done." You sighed contentedly after a few more taps on your touchpad with an upbeat song booming in your ears. You leaned back on your chair and gave your limbs its well deserved stretch before leaning forward to your screen again, reviewing it one last time before hitting the print button and sending a copy to your superiors, namely Erwin Smith, Hanji Zoe, Mike Zacharias and Levi Ackerman.
"Oh look! [f/n] just emailed her report!" Hanji exclaimed as her tablet’s
2P!FACE x Child!Reader - Talent Show
You looked up at the notice board on the school hallway that has a new paper pinned to it. 'Talent Show'. The title of the paper said. You smiled brightly, taking your pen, writing your name on the blanks below. "[y/n] kirk-Oof!"
You looked up and see the person who pushed you. It was a girl, same age as you. Hair blond with bright blue eyes, yet you can see the arrogance on her face.
"Like, move away loser!" she said, in disgusted as she write her name on the blank "Come on, Jane~"
"I-I'll catch up with you later." the girl behind her said.
The blonde nodded and skipped away.
"I'm sorry about that." The girl helped you get up "I-I'm Jane and the girl who pushed you was Sarah.
"That's okay~ I'm [y/n]~" you smiled then walked up to the notice board and complete your last name, "land~!"
"I-I'm really sorry!" Jane blurted.
You turned to her. "Don't be sorry. You're not the one who did it."
"B-But S-Sarah always blame m-me"
"And why is that?"
"W-Well... Sarah's father is a millionare which
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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