HetaliaLover77

It was hot. No. Beyond hot. Nuclear. You were sprawled out on the couch of your tiny apartment feeling like you were going to die of heat. You couldn’t even bring yourself to move and call someone to see if you could crash at their place until your air conditioner was fixed. You internally cursed New York for its heat. And then Shield for stationing you here to play baby sitter to the Avengers. And yourself for declining when Tony offered to put you up in Stark Tower. Stark Tower. What you wouldn’t give to be there now, in its air-conditioned embrace, able to move about freely. Shit. You were supposed to be there now. For

        You were hanging out with your best friend, when suddenly, you heard a familiar voice behind you.        “Hey, _______. Can I talk to you?”        You turn around to see your boyfriend, Antonio, standing behind you with a serious look in his eyes. To the outside world, you two were the perfect couple, fitting together like the Yin and Yang pendants around your necks. However, you and Antonio knew that it wasn’t the perfect relationship that it appeared to be. Recently, you and Antonio have been getting into a lot of fights. You hoped that it was just a phase, and that if you ignored it for long enough, things wou

Letting out an obvious and annoyed sigh, you stared into the deep eyes of your crush, who had just stood in front of you, blocking you from going any further. The wind played with his short red hair as he stood, un-moving and staring blankly into your (e/c) eyes. His gaze sending a shiver down your spine and making your heart beat a little faster than it should, you placed a hand on your hip. "Akashi-kun. I have to get home. If you want something, make it quick." Unfazed, the red haired teen didn't move and his gaze didn't waver. You weren't sure, but it seemed as if he was thinking of something to say. This silence lasted for a minute, it w

“Please milady! You must wear your school uniform!” the maids urged their young mistress one morning. “How bout . . . . no!” “Oh please milady, your mother is at the end of her rope, she’ll surely be very angry with you!” “I don’t care about that old hag! And she’s not my mother.” The maids deeply sighed, “But, we care for what happens to you . . . .” (y/n)’s glare softened, “Uh, fine, but I’m only wearing it because you care, not because I want to.” The maids had smiles on their faces. “Oh thank you milady! Breakfast is ready, come