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"Does everyone in america have a gun?"
Alfred F. Jones: also known as America, turned to see his friend (your name), surfing the internet, a keen look in her eyes as she scanned each word on the depicted site she was on.
"Whaa-dude what you readin'?" Alfred just chuckled, hoping she would ignore not getting an answer.
Well that sure wasn't gunna happen.
"Does everyone in america have a gun?" she asked again, earing only a yawn and a stretch from Alfred.
"No (your name), not EVERYONE in america has a gun."
"Okay.." she mumbled, and continued to search on the same sight. A few moments later, while Alfred was chowing down on a tastely
"Everyone drinks Vodka?"
The tall Russian man names Ivan, looked up to his dear friend (your name), who was 'supposed' to be looking for information about America. Don't ask why he wanted HER specifically to do it, maybe it was because he just liked seeing her. But for now, he was wishing he hadn't.
"No (your name)." Ivan replied, although chuckling to himself since HE was drinking vodka at the moment himself.
"Is Russia cold all year round?" (Your name) asked again, still looking at the computer screen in front of her.
Ivan felt like it was going to burn her eyes.
"No no (your name) it's not. But, why are you-"
"Russians only own
"Do canadians kids ride polar bears to school?"
Matthew Williams, also known as Canada, peered up from his newspaper to look at his friend, (your name) glaring into the computer screen in front of her.
"Uh...no (your name), we don't ride polar bears at all." he said, flipping to a new page without hassle.
"Okay." she sighed, making a funny shape with her tounge while waiting for the next page to load. Matthew gave her a little look before looking back blushing. She's so damn cute, he thought.
"Do canadians play hockey all the time?"
Matthew gave a puzzling look before finally answering.
"N-no. Some don't play hockey at all much les
"Feliciano can I ask you a question?"
A happy-go-lucky italian lifted his head from his bowl of pasta to see his friend (your name) using his computer.
"(N)-(Your name)!? How'd you ah get in my house-"
"Are Italian's all loud?"
Feliciano looked almost offended.
"N-no. Bu-but why are you-"
"Is it true most to all italians are fat and hairy?"
The italian man's eyes widened. His brows then made a depressed look.
"No (Your name)! See! Look at me!"
(Your name) turned to see her italian friend point to himself, and taking a look at hm she knew that wasn't true. Well..for him at least.
"Is that all (your name)? I would like to-"
"Francis, is it true french people drink wine like water?"
The blond haired french-man looked over at his friend (your name), and a smile appeared on his face.
"Well I love za wine~" he laughed. "But non. It's not drunk like water-"
"Is is true french wash less often than others?"
He nearly screamed. Well he did, just in a non-many way.
"Zat is not true (your name)! I love to be clean!" he flipped his hair with a wink, making (your name) smrik and turn back into her seat.
"What are you doing anyway?" Francis peered over his friends shoulder to see 'French Stereotypes' on the screen. He didn't seem to happy about it.
"Norwegian's look as if they're soaked in bleach.."
Lukas Bondevik, turned his head to see (first name) (last name) glaring at a computer screen, seemingly talking to herself.
Finding this all to interesting, Lukas peered over, accidentally resting his head on her shoulder, making her gasp and turn to see him.
"Lukas you scared me!" she replied, clicking the minimize button.
"What were you looking at?" he asked, taking the mouse, putting his hand over hers and moving the mouse back to the website she was on. It wasn't really a site though. She was looking up 'Norwegian Stereotypes', and Lukas raised an eyebrow.
(Your name) just let ou
“Yao can you make more of these?” an English head peered around the corner of the kitchen, still trying to finish his last dumpling.
“Arrg!” the Chinese man groaned, wishing he could just chuck the stirring spoon he was holding across the room. “Coming up...” he finally sighed, knowing raging wouldn't solve his problems.
He was supposed to be 'nice' to the other countries, but he didn't think that would end up having to serve them left right and centre.
“Right!” the Englishman grinned, before returning into the other room.
Moments after, Yao finally began to calm down until a certain perso
The blond haired english man looked towards his friend (your name), raising an eyebrow in the process.
"Yes (your name)?"
Without warning, the blond man's eyes widened as (your name) opened his mouth as if trying to seek some buried teasure. She peered into his mouth and stared at his teeth.
"You don't have bad teeth Arthur!"
"Bloody hell woman!?" Arthur turned red, realizing how close her mouth was to his, however the girl in front of him didn't care.
(Your name) pulled out a small notepad and paper and checked something off.
Arthur began to get curious.
"What's that (your name)..?" he asked as calmly as he could. He
NOTE~~P.o.V has changed and will for the future ones~~
“Keeeeeese (your name), what are you looking at?” your Prussian friend Gilbert asked, glancing over your slumped shoulder to see you were on some random site.
“Just looking for something.” you replied back, resting your chin on your free hand while clicking around the site, hoping to find something decent.
Gilbert was still not convinced it was just 'something'. You never just 'walked into his house and used his computer for no reason' unless it was for something important.
Usually it was either something for homework, or your family was hogging the computer
Alistair Kirkland, let out a huge breath of smoke, as he peered down over the couch arm to see his friend (your name) flipping open a laptop screen.
“What are ye doin'?” he asked, his thick accent made her want to swoon.
“I want to ask you some questions.” she answered, hoping her friend would agree instead of finding a bypass to avoid it.
“Fine then.” he grumbled. “But be quick.”
By then, (your name) was already on the apparent 'site' and began to scroll down the page.
“Is is true that Scottish are all gingers?”
Alistair looked to the top of his head to see a little glimps
“Hey Kiku?” (your name) asked, just catching a glimpse of her Japanese friend walking by.
Kiku stopped and turned his head to see (your name) flipping open a laptop, and sitting on a comfy beanbag chair, resting her elbows on the small knee-high table.
“Is it true Japanese people are like..super polite all the time?”
Kiku blinked, as if trying to remember what she said.
“Werr, everyone is different (your name).” he said, giving her a look of pity, thinking she'd know the answer to her own question.
He turned to leave, before suddenly being pulled back by none other than (your name) herself.
“(Your name) what are you looking at?” Emil, the white haired Icelandic man asked, while watching his friend shuffle through random sites on the computer. He didn't have the slightest idea why she was at his house, but he didn't care. He rather her be over more than anyone else.
“Just some things to ask you..” (your name) replied, a smile appearing on her face, seeing as she found the site she wanted.
“What do you want to ask me then?” Emil replied questionably, as if ready for some super tricky math question, for something about his brother or-
“Is is true that Iceland has the strongest men an
South Italian Stereotypes...
To say your friend Lovino can get easily angered was an understatement. He'd never admit he was wrong, even if the whole party knew it was his fault.
At least he was nice towards you-and usually just women in general. However as you flipped open your notepad-to reveal your list of 'questions' you were going to ask him-you couldn't help but feel that it was going to end badly.
It was tough to find the few questions you had, but it was definetly worth it. Knocking on Lovino's door, he opened it with a wide mouth like he was expecting someone he didn't like.
"Oh..it is you (Name)." he mumbled, crossing his arms. "You may come in."
GermanyxReader- The Internet
"Hey, Germany." You cracked a smile, peering over at the blond german and away from the bright, blinding computer screen you had been staring at for so long.
Italy and you had been scouring the internet for hours, looking for nothing in particular. Just a few moments ago the two of you had found something called 'babynames.com'. It had caught your intrest, so you clicked on it to see what it was about. Just like the name implied, it was a websight with nothing but baby names. At the top of the screen you could look up any name you wanted and see what it stould for, and what gender the name was supposed to belong to. At the bottom, you could
"(Nameee)? You paying attention?"
You blinked a few times, to look straight into the green eyes of your Spanish friend Antonio. You gave him a reasuring smile, before slumping back in your seat.
If it wasn't obvious enough, you really liked him, and there was only one way you could really get to see him often..
"Do you really want to learn Spanish (Name)?"
You looked up at Antonio and nodded.
He sighed though, not sounding very amused.
You felt your ears begin to heat up, at the thoughts running through your mind.
The reason for being so distracted, was because of a certain someone's behind.
That's right, once your Sp
The Assassin's Wife PrussiaxReader Part 16 Gilbert couldn't believe his eyes, when he saw the tall guards standing before him with Marco just laughing drunkily in the background. (Your name) had slipped her shirt on just in time. They entered the room and scanned it thoroughly.
"You hiding anyone..sir." they asked calmly, still sounding a little. The one guard was checking out (Your name), and Gilbert began to growl.
"We think you ARE hiding someone."
Funny, Gilbert thought. The person they were looking for was right in front of them. They must not have known what (Your name) looked like, nor did they know him. They must've been new to this.
"Keep your friend on a leash." one of
The Assassin's Wife PrussiaxReader Part 15 (Your name) sighed as her shoes touched the streets once again. She was suddenly overwhelmed with all the people, it was much different from England. People were running around-some chasing chickens others playing around. There was Pablo in the distance, sitting cross-leged on top of a barrel with a few other boys to his side. He of course, had to act like he didn't know you, just in case the king new of his and Gilbert's contact. (Your name) and her husband were forced to wear large drapes over their heads to keep from being seen by guards. Pablo knew where was safe, and where wasn't. (Your name) followed her husband from a little distance,
The Assassin's Wife PrussiaxReader part 14 Being civil about everything wasn't an option. Gilbert had to bribe, steal, and nearly gut his way to finding a boat that would take them back to their old town. People were saying that once a ship came into town, it was never allowed to leave in cause the king's apparent 'wife' somehow found a way on and escaped. What the unfortunate king didn't know what (Your name) had already left, and was now returning.
Gilbert watched (Your name) pack the rest of her things, before taking them to the train station. They had already said goodbies to their children at (Your name)'s mothers-of course (Your name) could hardly live it down, but she knew h
The Assassin's Wife PrussiaxReader part 13 ~Two Years Later~
Two years since Gilbert the assassin, and (Your name), his wife had been to the town they used to call home. After retreating from king Ludwig, and the city, they found a place in Europe, close to England, to find a new home away from the Hungarian soliders that threatened Gilbert's life. He still never gave up being an assassin, but that didn't mean he was gone all the time. Now, especially, since he had to stay at home with (Your name) most of the time and watch other their new born child (daughter's name). She was nearly a year old, and (S/n) just had his birthday, finally turning the age of five. (S/n), h
The Assassin's Wife PrussiaxReader Part 12 King Ludwig sighed again. It was the first time he HADN'T gotten what he wanted. When he first saw (your name) sprawled on the ground in a heap, he thought maybe..he'd found his true love. He didn't know why a king with high standards as he would fall for her, but he just did. Only to discover..she was either married or in love with his own brother. He was angry.
He thought about what he'd done that caused her to get away from his grasp. Looking at the bottle in his hand and frowned.
"I shouldn't have drunk you." he said the the half-empty filled bottle of beer. He remembered when his brother used to drink with him. They would laugh a lot,
The Assassin's Wife PrussiaxReader Part 11 "Is that our.."
"Son?..I belive so.."
(Your name) and Gilbert stood perfectly still, as if the boy would fall under any sudden movement. There was a long pause until:
"OH MY GOD! MY SON IS ON THE ROOF!!" (Your name) screamed with a horrified look on her face. She was about to rip out her hair until Gilbert placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Calm down woman!" he replied. "I'll be right back!"
He took off faster than (Your name) could even have time to blink. He was already climbing up the tall building, and manuvering up the wall until he finally scooped up his son. (Your name) smiled as she could hear him laugh in his father's arms. They wer
"(Your name) vhat are you looking at?" Ludwig, also known as germany, replied standing above the (h/c) haired girl sitting at his computer. She was hardly paying attention, just glaring at the screen in front of her.
"Hmm.." was all he got from her. Sighing, he grabbed a newspaper and began to read it while still staring at her, wondering what on earth she was doing.
"Is it true all Germans are mean and tough?"
Ludwig took a moment to understand what she was asking, making sure he didn't take it the wrong way.
"No (your name), why vould you think something like zat-"
"Are Germans always angry?"
His face began to heat up. It was lik
27He had 27 bones
in his left hand, all under a thick netting
of coral reef. He had 27 bones in his right hand too, each perfectly preserved.
Both hands held their breath
as he approached stage exit.
Hit every bar, tour every state.
A river runs interstate through Texas.
Small yellow lines jump straight through it.
Take the US-27 from Fort Wayne to Miami. A second doesn’t make it
to his destination.
Cobalt. Aluminum. A third was found dead, drowned in his pool,
an empty shot glass floating beside him.
Cobalt weighed down his shoulders. Alumi
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