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(Name) glared at the 'general' opposite her and pouted. He merely raised his eyebrows at her and folded his arms.
"I vas completely serious when I meant punishing you."
"I could not care less blonde." (Name snapped glaring at him. The man opposite blinked very slowly and stared at (Name).
"Vhat?"
"Blonde" (name) snapped a little less confidently.
"Say that again" The general said quietly his eyes narrowing with an evil look in them. (Name) started shuffling around a bit on her seat.
"Wh-what if I can't be bothered?" The German man stared at her and leaned on one hand as if x-raying her.
"You have a big gob Frau"
"Thank-you" (name) snapped.
"You won't when you leave" The general waved at the driver to stop. "I'm just getting something to eat, you stay right here, ja. Keep her in the car" He added glancing at the driver.
"Obviously I wanted to know where you were going" (Name) snapped folding her arms.
"I know you did." He smirked at her. " And if you try something... I will handcuff you to me" He added and walked into the shop a few meters ahead of them. (Name) glanced around very slowly and stared at the driver.
"Need the toilet!" She whined.
"Sorry ma'am but you were told to stay here."
"Fine if I do it here I'm not paying you get new seats" (Name) snapped narrowing her eyes.
"Fine, but hurry up." (Name) shot the driver a very charming grin and jumped out. She saw the General glance at her trough the shops windows, he was in the middle of a large queue. His eyes widened a little. (Name) didn't wait to see him trying to get rough the queue and started running as fast as she could down the dark streets. She may not have been seen as an amazing student in sport but she definitely had a few tricks up her sleeve. She glanced back for a few seconds, there was no-one there. A smile played on (Name)'s lip and she skidded to a halt in front of a alley. She quickly slid into it.
"Germany you haven't lost the student already have you? I made paaatsaaa!" The slightly girly voice was coming trough a phone. (Name) blinked. Being called after a country... that was slightly weird.
"I did not lose her! She... ran away..." The general grumbled.
"You know what will happen if the allies see her with you?" This time it was a different voice. With a japanese accent.
"Ja ja..." The general snapped. "Now Japan, tell Italy to stop making that pasta. She won't be having dinner when I get her" The general growled.
"Specially Russia..."
"I know Japan"
"...Hai"
(Name) glanced at the blonde person in front of her. He's stopped a few meters away from where she was stood, he let out a sight and walked the opposite way. (Name) let out a relieved sigh. These people were mental... calling each other countries. I mean what the heck? She glanced back at the place she was standing in. Was there someone there?
"Boo" Name yelled as someone grabbed her by the shoulder. "Hello young lady." The white haired person smiled at her.
"Few... I thought it was that German dude!" (Name) laughed swatting the guy away. The man blinked very slowly, looking slightly confused.
"Your relieved to see me?" (name) nodded and patted him on the head. The guy had startling purple hair and a long scarf.
"Dude do so not steal my word!" Someone from behind snapped. (Name) glanced back.
"Who are you?" She snapped.
"You don't know me?" The person asked looking pretty shocked. "Dude I am America!" (Name) stared at him for a very long time giving him a very weird look. "Don't look at me like that dude!"
"So who's that? France?" (Name) said very sarcastically glancing at the other blonde with the big eyebrows.
"Me France?" The person looked clearly disgusted. "I'm England, Arthur Kirkland, love." (Name) stared at the other people in front of her. Okay, this is just mental. Get out of here. She thought to herself looking slightly big eyed. Slowly, she started stepping back.
"Sorry mon chere you can't go." Someone whispered from behind her. (Name) swung back whacking the person straight on the face and started running back. A few meters away, something rapped around her feet. It seemed like a scarf.
"You'll learn to fear Russia, da" The person pulled her up. Russia... wasn't the General talking about him.
"Shut it you big teddy." (Name) snapped and kicked very hard... in the place.
Soon she was running even faster. Skidding around the corner, (Name's) eyes widened as she crashed into someone. General Ludwig. With a single movement he'd grabbed her wrist and handcuffed her to him.
"(name), What the hell do you think you were doing?" He hissed.
"Get this stupid bloody thing off me you (a lot of 'polite' words)!" (Name) yelled. She was with a bunch of mental people who thought they were countries. The General glared at her.
"I told you I would do this, now shut up Frau" He said very quietly. His blue eyes flashing a little. "One more vord... and believe me you vill regret it."
"I don't wanna goooooooooo" (Name) wailed trying to pull herself away from the car. The thought of being stuck with this crazy guy made her want to puke.
"If you keep trying to pull away... I vill pick you up you know that?"
"No you won't-" (Name) hissed.
"I didn't want to do this (obviously)" The general sighted and picked (name) up bridal style. (Name) went bright red.
"Get offf!" She wailed kicking around.
"Nein." The general sighted and shoved her in the car, nearly forgetting that he was tied up to her, he stumbled a bit nearly walling on her. Also (name) helped by kicking him in the tummy. He glared at her turning a bit red.
"You are worse then those other guys." (name) snapped glaring at him. Besides her she felt him stiffen up.
"Which other guys?" He snapped.
"No-one" (Name) pouted.
"How did they look like?"
"Oh way better than you."
"Wha- I didn't mean that!" Ludwig turned red. "And I do not look that bad"
"No you don't..." (Name) sighted, Ludwig glanced at her, nearly looking hopeful. " There's still this thing." She produced a picture.
(Yahh... It's uuugly...)The general recoiled looking disgusted.
"Vas? Das ist widerlich. It's disgusting! I -errr!" (Name) smirked at his reaction. The german man pouted glaring out of the window. "You vill tell me you know."
"What ever... aww look how adorable this is!" (name) cooed. The general stared at her.
"How can you say that? That's- even I am better looking than that!"
"No you aren't-" The general grabbed the picture and threw it out of the window.
"My babyyy!" (Name) wailed.
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Meanwhile... America was just innocently walking and a picture slapped him on the face... guess what it was...
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APH | Skipping Training [Germany x Reader]
Hey hey! How you guys doing? Been a while since my last reader insert.
Please excuse the grammar/spelling errors. I double check them every time if you must know.
By the way, this is also a one shot. I don't intend to make this a series. Sorry.
Well, enough talk. Time to meet your *cough*future husband*cough*
Enjoy! Don't forget to favorite and comment!
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Germany x Reader - Skipping Training
Third person POV all the way!
You panted heavily. You've been running for five laps already but still, your German boyfriend is not letting you easy on training. K
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2P!GermanyXReader: Training
“Katzchen,” A voice mused. Your fist clenched, that dang pet name.
“What do you want Lutz?” You looked at the blonde haired, violet eyed German.
He stood in your front doorway leaning on the frame. Naturally he was wearing black military uniform pants and a white tank top. “I was wondering if you wanted to come train with me,” His voice was laced with a thick german accent.
Running? Training for nothing in particular, it wasn’t really up your alley. But you looked at the mans violet eyes again and sighed. It wasn’t the training you were interested in.
You turned your head to on
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Camp. - Germany x Reader.
You had joined camp with your ex- of a boyfriend who had registered for you without consent. You showed up nonetheless, with a beaming smile.
Your ex of a boyfriend was a German; tough, demanding and haughty. He always had something - just something for his country, like - a nationalistic pride. Whenever you talk about (your native country), he'd tinker your temper about how Germany was waaaaaaaaay better; and worst - in so many repetitive ways.
Tonight was going to be the parting night, where the whole camp would have to sit amongst each other, look at each other and talk about how this camp for them. For you? Nothing but a disaster and
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Yey! Finally done! I actually started this at school. My friend sam showed me a picture of that thing and... I couldn't resist!
Is Ludwig showing a few signs of jealousy against that thing?
Part One [link]
Part Two... Your on it darling!
Part 3 [link]
Sorry bout the last bit... couldn't resist...
Copyright of the gur who owns hetalia
You don't belong to Ludwig yet (hah!)
Is Ludwig showing a few signs of jealousy against that thing?
Part One [link]
Part Two... Your on it darling!
Part 3 [link]
Sorry bout the last bit... couldn't resist...
Copyright of the gur who owns hetalia
You don't belong to Ludwig yet (hah!)
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Oml... I think I just nearly pissed myself from laughter XDD