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JapanxReader: From memories, to confessionThere you were, at your classroom, wearing your school uniform as usual. You slid the door open and walked in and slid it close behind you. It was already after school. You had your iPod in your hands with your earphones. You find your desk and sat down, you rested your head on your desk and put the earphones in your ears, you slowly fell asleep. Though you had a frown on your face, you seemed to be regretting something. But you shrugged. You fell asleep anyways.-----------You looked around the atmosphere, looking around the Sakura petals fall down as the wind blows it. Where were you? You thought for a moment, you then had it. You were at your school entrance, it was spring and it seemed to be the first day of school. You looked at your school uniform, and then looked up. And that's when you spotted him. Your best friend, Kiku Honda. You smiled as you ran up to him, waving."Konnichiwa, Kiku!"The Japanese man turned around, with a clueles
Seven Minutes in Heaven (Turkey)You glare at the Prussian man, not saying a word. He smiles uneasily, chuckling lightly. "I'll... I'll just pick for you." he murmurs as he sticks his hand in the hat. Pulling his hand out, you see something catch the light.You crane your neck, trying to see what he grabbed, hoping that it was a certain man's item.Finally, Prussia holds it up and you sigh, seeing what it was. The item in Prussia's pale hand was a...Bright Red FezYou smack your forehead and go to the closet to wait for the Turk. You knew he was nothing more than a pervy old man. "Boo!" someone shouts, jumping on you and causing you both to fall to the ground. You didn't notice the closet door had closed. As Turkey rolled off of you, laughing, you purse you lips at him. "Aren't you a little old to be jumping like that, old man?" you sigh."I'm hurt, (Y/n), I might not be as limber as I was in the old days but still..." the man pouts and you feel bad for saying what you did. "I'm sorry, you not
Austria x Reader- Generosity[ Austria / Hungary - Himaruya HidekazYou - Yourself ]GenerosityAnother day in the busy city. You played your heart out through your clarinet, expressing all your current feelings. Most of the time it was slow and depressing, but sometimes it was happy- showing that you had something to believe in or you were playing for children. Sometimes, your music would get to some of the pedestrians passing by, and maybe they'd drop a few dollars into your instrument case.A few years ago, your parents had taught you to play the clarinet. It made such beautiful music to you, and your parents noticed how much you loved it. They had always supported you in your musical or artistic talents.Though one day, your parents had been driving you home from one of your recitals- they were going on and on about how proud they were of you and that they were going to brag to their co-workers about how wonderful you were- suddenly, a car had sped through the red light- coming into collision with your father'