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Piano Lesson
     Roderich was sitting at his piano, playing a Mozart piece. His eyes were closed and his fingers danced along the keys as if his life depended on it. It was as if he was the music, floating through the air, delighting everyone who heard it. This was why he loved to play musical instruments. It brought him unimaginable joy. Nothing could make him feel more at ease.
    “...So, when do I get to play?” A very annoyed Brit asked.
    Roderich momentarily stopped playing, and opened his eyes.
    Arthur was leaning against the piano with his arms crossed over his chest. His brows were furrowed, and his foot was tapping rhythmically to show his impatience. “When I asked you to give me a piano lesson, this isn’t what I had in mind…”
    Roderich admitted, he had gotten so wrapped up in the music that he had forgotten Arthur was there. He raised an eyebrow at the other man. “There’s no ne
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Interrogation
    Arthur lay strapped to a cold metal table in what he could only assume was some sort of prison cell. He tugged at the ropes binding his wrists and ankles for what felt like at least the fiftieth time, but they wouldn’t budge. The Brit sighed, and let his head rest on the table. It was no use.
    The sound of the door opening brought him out of his thoughts.
    Arthur looked up in time to see Ludwig entering, locking the door behind him. He approached the Brit, stopping at the end of the table.
    “So,” the German began stoically, “it has come to zhis…”
    Arthur glared up at his captor. “I’ll never tell you anything, you foul swine, so you might as well let me go now. Choosing to torture me is a waste of your time,” he spat, before looking away in disgust.
    “I see,” Ludwig said thoughtfully, observing Arthur carefully. “Zhat is vhat jou may thin
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Afterwards
    Gilbert Beilschmidt was going to die.
    A while ago, he would’ve scoffed at the thought. Impossible, he would have said to himself. But now, he was practically certain of it. The Teutonic Knights weren’t as great as they used to be, and they were fading fast. More and more battles were being lost. And now, Gilbert’s health was beginning to deteriorate.
    He originally thought it wasn’t possible for a nation to die...well, actually that was a lie. He was aware of what had happened to the Roman Empire, and he knew that personified nations weren’t invincible, though they were pretty damn close to it. But, if something happened that truly destroyed the country, the personification would die as well.
    Gilbert just never thought that it would happen to him.
    Any day now, his nation would fall, and he would disappear. Vanish. Fade into the dust. This was probably one of his last days on Earth. And he
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Guardian
    Berwald really didn’t know what to think of his situation. It had been a pretty normal day, until there was a knock on his door. When he answered it, he found a guilty looking Arthur holding a tiny Tino in his arms. Apparently, what was supposed to be a “business only get-together” had turned into this. Arthur promised him the spell would wear off by tomorrow morning. And that was how he wound up lying on his bed, six year old Tino lying beside him.
    Berwald sighed, and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Suddenly, there was a small tap on his shoulder. He rolled onto his side, only to find Tino staring up at him. “You doing alright?” He asked the tot.
    “I’m doing just fine!” Tino squeaked, rolling onto his back, smiling lopsidedly.
    Berwald felt a small smile tug at his lips. With Tino laying on his back, his little arms above his head, he looked like a little throw pillow.
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Comfort
    Another day, another long meeting where absolutely nothing got accomplished. Matthew sighed, and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. At least he didn’t get sat on this time. He collected his papers rather briskly, not wanting to spend another minute in this stuffy conference room. He slipped out the door silently, and headed for the exit. However, a slight tug on his sleeve stopped him. He turned, and saw his pet polar bear, Mr. Kumajiro, staring up at him.
    “Who’re you?” The polar bear squeaked.
    “I’m Canada, your owner,” Matthew explained patiently. “Is something wrong?”
    “I’m thirsty.”
    Matthew nodded, opening his briefcase to look for the small water bottle he kept in there, just in case Kuma needed it. His brow furrowed in confusion, and he dug a little bit quicker. After a moment, he sighed, and closed his briefcase once again. Of cou
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Bored
                                                   ~Property of Mystery.~
    Matthew lay on the couch, reading a book. Mr. Kumajiro, or Kuma, as many people called him, his loyal pet polar bear, lay next to his legs. It was a relatively quiet afternoon, and Matthew preferred it that way. Finally, for once in his extremely long life, he could just enjoy some peace and quiet without any-
    "MATTIE!" Alfred shouted, running into the living room.
    And, he spoke too soon. With a sigh, Matthew put down his book. "Yeah?"
    "I'm bored!" Alfred whined.
    "And...?"
    "Help me figure out something to do, bro!"
    "Read a book," Matthew suggested.
    "I meant something that's actually fun," Alfred said dryly.
    "Well, you're gonna say no to all of my ideas then," Ma
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Gurgles and Coos (England X Baby! Reader).
                                             ~Property of Mystery.~
    "Hi!"
    You giggled, and gurgled out your greeting to your beloved Father.
    Arthur Kirkland beamed down at his adopted daughter, and took one of her tiny hands in his own. "Very good!" He cooed, giving the hand a gentle squeeze.
    You beamed, taking in the praise.
    Arthur had adopted you nearly five months ago. At that time, you were only six months old. Now, you were almost one. Every day had been a new adventure, and Arthur cherished you deeply. You brightened up his day, and brought a smile to his face. Currently, he was teaching you how to talk.
    "Can you say Arthur?" Said man cooed, grinning and squeezing your hand to encourage you. "Come on, say Arthur!"
    Your response was yet another gurgle, and you wiggling ar
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Laughter.
                                            ~Property of Mystery.~
    Author's Note: This story is dedicated to the wonderful Sideshow-Cellophane, who supports my work, and brings a smile to my face. Have a wonderful birthday, love.
    "CANNON BALL!"
    "Wh-ACK!" Arthur yelped in surprise as he felt something crash land on him, nearly breaking a few of his ribs in the process. He looked up when he heard obnoxious laughter, and let out a frustrated sigh. He should have known. "Alfred, you bloody git, get off," he grumbled, voice slightly muffled by his pillow.
    Alfred continued to cackle, and fixed his glasses. "Chill out, dude! I was just waking you up!" He said, easygoing as ever.
    "I don't care about that, just get off!" Arthur yelled, glaring up at the energetic American.
    Alfred's face fell, cheerful gr
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Bonding.
                                                 ~Property of Mystery.~
    Twilight Sparkle lay on her rug on her bedroom floor. She had a huge stack of books on her left side, and a plate of cookies with a glass of milk on her right side. She was reading one of the many books in the pile, which was lying open in front of her. The book was called, The Rainbow Cloud, and she rather liked it so far. It seemed like everything would be alright in the end. She loved happy endings. Her legs swung up in the air behind her, and she turned the page. She was so intrigued by the book, that she didn't notice the figure sneaking up behind her, until...
    "Got 'cha!"
    Twilight shrieked in surprise as she was scooped up off the floor, and into a pair of strong, welcoming arms. "Hey! Put me dohohohohown!" Her demand was cut short as ten wiggli
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Hide.
                                              ~Property of Mystery.~
    Ivan stared blankly at his coat. It had three large lumps in it. And he knew that they certainly hadn't been there when he set his coat down a few minutes ago. As a matter of fact, these lumps almost seemed to be... Moving. The Russian cocked an eyebrow, slowly leaning over, and picked up his coat.
    The three lumps immediately tumbled out. Only they weren't lumps at all. They were girls. More specifically, they were Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo. And to be perfectly honest, they looked rather surprised to see him.
    Ivan was surprised to see the girls too. He blinked, before smiling widely, and kneeling down. "Girls!" He exclaimed. "What were you doing in my coat?"
    Apple Bloom and Scootaloo didn't say anything, just looked around nervously.
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Gaming.
                                                 ~Property of Mystery.~
    The living room was a mess. Various magazines were strewn across the carpet, along with old chick flicks. Soda cans and chip bags were everywhere as well, and Toris wondered how Feliks could live in such a pig sty. "So," the Lithuanian began hesitantly, "why did you invite me over again?"
    Feliks looked up from fiddling with the television remote, and he shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know," he said. "I just got this new game, and I figured we could, like, play it."
    "Oh," Toris mumbled, carefully stepping around the various items scattered around the floor, as he made his way to the couch. He cautiously sat down next to Feliks, setting his satchel in his lap. "What's this new game about?" He asked.
    Feliks shrugged again. "I'm not sure.
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Caretakers
 Perhaps it was because he had been under the table.
Lithuania, Toris being his human name, had been one of the select few in this particular meeting between specific countries. Not everyone was here today at the world meeting, only those who needed to speak. It was, even in its smaller number of countries, a disaster as usual. Everyone had been shouting, fighting, getting into heated debates, things were being thrown into the air…
That was one of the reasons why he had ducked under the table. Lithuania’s pen had been stolen by Poland, who had thrown it across the room at Russia. Toris had bent down to pick up another one that had been tossed at his head (and hit…), when he heard the sudden booming voice of Britain.
And then a bright flash of light made him go under the table all the way.
He only stayed under there for a few moments, and a glance to his left revealed that China, Sealand, and Wy were under here hiding too, before the heartbreaking sound of babies
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Hetalia x Abused!Child!Reader: Awesome Trio Part 2
Warning: Language, bromance may change to romance, and some serious matters being dealt with.
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*America the Hero*
“Alright frau, you stay here with Alfred vhile I go get some stuff,” Gilbert sighed. It was the American’s turn to stay with you while the other shopped, it was something that the Awesome Trio decided would be the most awesome to do (because what toddler WANTED to go to a store without visiting the toy section at least once?) when they were all there together.
It gave them the chance to spoil you, and they enjoyed that as much as you did.
So, Gilbert went off to do the unawesome grocery shopping for his stay (Matthias was back in Denmark for some real work) as Alfred patted your back and winked. “Hey, how’s about you pick out something nice while I look for early Christmas gifts for your Vati and Far, huh?”
“Okay!” You grinned, and tugged his shirt down.
“What?”
The American knelt down to your le
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HetaliaxAbused!Child!Reader: Awesome Trio Part 1
Warning: . . . Extreme Awesomeness and occasional swearing. 

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“Go ahead und choose, (Y/n).”
Your hand dug into the bag, going in towards the middle to grab something cold but odd-feeling . . . Out of curiosity, you pulled this out.
It was a game controller. An X-Box controller, to be precise.
“Whoa, guys. She actually got that?” Alfred stood up beside you, and grinned. “Hey, dudes. She got the controller!”
“Seriously?” A man with gravity-defying hair stood, followed by another with white hair and red eyes. You could see him from here. “Well, hey Sode! My name is Matthias Soren Kohler!”
“And I’m zhe Awesome Gilbert!”
Arthur, behind you, went rigid. As did Lukas, who you did not know yet, and Ludwig.
“Bloody hell no, choose again!” Arthur demanded.
“Hey, she chose fair and square!” Alfred quickly lifted yo
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'The Light Was Green...'
Hetalia human AU. Warning: sensitive materials and strong language. Based off a true story. Take a wild guess as to what it’s about.
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“It’s okay Alfred, the light was green. The light was green, she was in the wrong.”
“The light was green…yeah…”
“I’m calling Dad, okay?”
“The light was fucking green, Peter.”

“Hey, let’s visit Dad,” Alfred said as he started up the car. He only had enough money to park at the public beach access point for an hour, but it was an hour well spent (granted, he may have gotten sunburnt, but the water and future tan was worth it!). “We can go to that café that makes the great desserts beside his office and surprise him!”
“Sure, whatever,” The younger boy shrugged his shoulders as he pushed the beach chair into the trunk, and shut it.
“Then I need to go to the grocery store
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Warning: Mentions of abuse, extreme prank calls, and the use of magic!
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“Go ahead und choose, (Y/n),” The blonde smiled.
You dug your hand into the bag, stirring around until feeling something cool yet hard . . . And you pulled out a closed pocket knife.
Arthur gasped behind you and took it from your hands. “Children shouldn’t play with weapons! Who put this in here?!”
“I did,” A blonde woman in a dark blue dress stood. Several countries gasped. “Do you have a problem with this?”
“Uh…” Arthur trembled slightly, and you looked up to see the slight fear in his eyes. And everyone’s eyes.
And so you had fear in your eyes too. She was going to take care of you? Why was everyone afraid? Was she going to hurt you like your father did?
“Er…” The blond man reached in to take his necklace. “Meeting over. Everyone, remember zhat zhe next one is in France…
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2P!Hetalia x Abused!Child!Reader: England Part 1
Warning: Oliver's cupcakes and...2P FACE family...
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“Go ahead und choose, (Y/n)…”
Your hand hesitantly dove into the bag, and grasped around something square.
You pulled it out: a cupcake in a plastic container, with a pink bow at the top.
“Mine!” The British man’s voice sung from behind you. “Thank goodness! I thought that I was going to lose you, my little Cupcake!”
Several countries glared at the Brit, thinking he had somehow rigged it.
Then again, several of them also didn’t care…Or mind the fact that they wouldn’t get the girl that would need tons of care, and not have a stalker Oliver on their butts, because he would find a way to see (Y/n) no matter what. In a way, it was a good thing that you got the cupcake. He was among the nicest of the second players.
“Alright, everyone out!” Luciano exclaimed. “The girl’s been claimed,” He looked at you with indi
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Ticklish Afternoon
Russia x Lithuania, a very late birthday present for a friend. The beginning is not what to appears to be. Enjoy!
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Toris looked up at Ivan in fear. “N-no…”
“Da,” Ivan whispered in his ear.
Toris shook his head. “No!”
“Da!”
“No!”
“Let me take care of you,” Ivan lead him into the bedroom.
“No!” Toris whined, and tried to fight back. But it was no use. Ivan was far too strong. “P-please, I don’t want to! I don’t want it!”
“Yes you do.”
“IVAN NO I DON’T!”
“Yes you do. Do not deny it.”
“PLEASE! IVAN!” Toris was shrieking already, and kicking out his legs as he was guided to the bed.
“Just be happy that I did not do it on the couch, because it is more liable to break,” Ivan said cheerfully, and literally tossed Toris onto the bed. He straddled the smaller man with a happy smile. “Now relax.
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The human representation of France was in constant turmoil. The thoughts in his head went from the darkest pits of the repeating hell his peasant people went through, generation after generation, to thoughts of the peace and love that he yearned for.
This was one of those times, as ironically dark as it was, as the guillotine came down upon his neck.
He stayed quiet for the crowd—no need to make them scream and add being burnt alive to the agony beyond words of having one’s head chopped off and still be alive—and his body and head were thrown into a pit together in the middle of the woods. He waited until nightfall to gather enough strength to move his body.
A head separated from its corpse—not easy to move.
“Come here…” France’s head cooed as said body wandered aimlessly around the pit full of dead bodies and decapitated heads. “Come to Papa France, oui? Non, NON DO NOT PUT THOSE IN YOUR PANTS! NO! NON! BAD BODY, BAD! NO
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Warning: This is straight-up tickle torture, with ticklish Austria from Hetalia. Don't like, don't read.

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“Don’t—n-no. Prussia,” Austria placed his hands on his hips, trying to look as confident and stern as he could. “France…” He was being backed into a corner, literally. “Spain?”
The Bad Touch Trio lunged for him.
“NEIN!” This came out as an undignified squeal as Spain poked his belly and sides, and the other two forced him to the ground. “NEIN! Nein. Nein, neinneinneinNEINNEINNEIN! Bwa—HAHAHA! ST-STOOOOP!” France was sitting on his arms, holding them above his head. Spain was on the ankles and taking off the Austrian’s shoes quickly.
And Prussia—mein GOTT zat bastard can tickle!—was digging his hands everywhere he could. The sides were attacked first, definitely a ticklish point. Then Austria let out a mangled scream when he tickled the belly, and France added
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Happy Holidays: Oneshot
Happy Holidays. This includes FrUk and what happens to a certain British man who does not expect to spend Christmas with his family. Also involves language, to warn you.
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Britain sighed as the kettle of warm tea was poured into his porcelain cup. It was such a rare, beautiful day. The snow had just fallen so he would not worry about slush and filthy ice mud for at least a few hours (although it still needed to be shoveled, Arthur would ignore that for now). He stretched his back and popped it, relaxing against the counter.
Yes. All was good and quiet.
“HEY POPS! OPEN UP, WE GOT PRESENTS!”
…And there went Arthur’s nice and quiet morning.
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     Roderich was sitting at his piano, playing a Mozart piece. His eyes were closed and his fingers danced along the keys as if his life depended on it. It was as if he was the music, floating through the air, delighting everyone who heard it. This was why he loved to play musical instruments. It brought him unimaginable joy. Nothing could make him feel more at ease.
    “...So, when do I get to play?” A very annoyed Brit asked.
    Roderich momentarily stopped playing, and opened his eyes.
    Arthur was leaning against the piano with his arms crossed over his chest. His brows were furrowed, and his foot was tapping rhythmically to show his impatience. “When I asked you to give me a piano lesson, this isn’t what I had in mind…”
    Roderich admitted, he had gotten so wrapped up in the music that he had forgotten Arthur was there. He raised an eyebrow at the other man. “There’s no need to be rude,” the Austrian chastised. “You vill play vhen the time comes.” And with that, music filled the air once more.
    Arthur scoffed, and rolled his eyes. “And when is that going to be? I’ve been waiting for over an hour!” He exclaimed exasperatedly.
    Roderich’s brows furrowed slightly. Arthur’s voice was making him lose his focus. So, he closed his eyes again, and tuned the Brit out.
    “Are you even listening to me, Roderich?” Arthur asked. When he got no reply, he glared at the man, and walked over to stand beside him. “Hey,” he said, pressing a few keys to make the Austrian’s song turn sour. “Wake up.”
    Roderich stopped playing, and opened his eyes. “Do you have to be so irritating?!” He asked, fuming.
    “Are you going to give me a lesson, or not?” Arthur asked, thoroughly done with Roderich’s antics.
    Roderich was silent for a few moments, before he inhaled deeply, and adjusted his glasses. Then, he got off of his piano bench, and lunged at Arthur without any warning. Once he had sufficiently pinned the other man to the floor, he dug into his ribcage with wiggling fingers.
    Arthur’s appalled reply was wiped from his tongue as soon as Roderich began tickling him. He immediately tried to hold back the laughter that was bubbling up inside of him, but giggles continued to slip out here and there. “H-HEY! Whahat the b-blohoody hell ahare you dohohoing?!”
    “I’m giving you a lesson,” Roderich explained. “It’s about interrupting people vhen they’re trying to express their emotions through music.” He looked at Arthur innocently. “You didn’t specify vhat kind of lesson, so I picked one myself.” The Austrian then pulled up Arthur’s shirt, and dug into his stomach with both hands.
    Arthur squeaked, and sucked in his stomach in a vain attempt to escape. Good God, Roderich could tickle! His fingers seemed to know exactly where to poke and prod to extract the most laughter from him. Was he experienced with this?...Well, he did allow prostitution, so...His hands flew up, and began pushing at Roderich’s shoulders. “St-stahahap thahaHAT!” He laughed.
    Roderich was not jostled by Arthur’s pushing, as it was quite weak (and hey, that was coming from him). His fingers spidered up Arthur’s tummy, and returned to the ribs once more. His fingers tapped along the bones and the spaces between them. He scribbled and scratched expertly, lighting up every nerve and turning the man beneath him into a laughing mess.
    Arthur continued to push, though he knew it would do him no good. His cheeks were beginning to turn pink, and his eyes were squeezed shut in forced mirth. He could feel himself starting to turn to goo beneath the Austrian’s cunning fingers, and he hated himself for it.
    Seeing as how Arthur still hadn’t moved his arms back down, Roderich dug into the newly exposed spot: the armpits. His fingers wiggled, drew circles in the hollows, squeezed, traced, did absolutely everything in their power to tickle their victim to pieces.
    Arthur’s eyes opened wide, and he positively screamed. His arms snapped back down, and he arched his back, before he crashed onto the floor again, guffawing like mad. “NAHAHAHAAA! R-RAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAA!” His pleas were swallowed up by his own laughter.
    Roderich cocked an eyebrow once more (though this time it was more smug than confused), and he smiled. “Oh. It appears I’ve found your tickle spot,” he commented casually, and his fingers picked up the pace. “How amusing.”
    Arthur could feel his cheeks flare at the subtle teasing, and he kicked his legs frantically. Refusing to suffer through this any longer, his arms snapped up, and his fingers dug into Roderich’s own ribcage.
    Unprepared for this sudden retaliation, Roderich burst into a flurry of surprised giggles, and snapped his arms to his sides. Unfortunately for him, this caused him to lose his balance, and he fell off of Arthur and onto the floor.
    “AHAHA!” Arthur laughed triumphantly, clambering on top of Roderich and pinning him to the ground. “Tahake this!” He exclaimed, a final giggle slipping out as well. He then yanked up the other’s shirt, and blew a raspberry right above his navel.
    Roderich threw his head back, and let out a very girlish squeal as the ticklish sensations coursed through him. “EEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEEEE! STAHAHAHAHAHAAAAP!” His hands grasped at Arthur’s hair, and tried to push his head away.
    Arthur smirked, and lifted his head up. One of his fingers began twirling around in Roderich’s navel, while his other hand started squeezing up his side. “Tickle, tickle~! How do you like it?!” He taunted.
    Roderich could only laugh and shake his head. He let out a shriek once Arthur squeezed the spot just above his ribs and just below his armpits, and he bucked harshly.
    Arthur flinched in surprise at the loud noise, and looked over at his other hand. His smirk turned into a wicked grin, and he immediately began to go to town on the sweet spot, not letting up in the slightest. “See Roderich, now I’m teaching you a lesson! Keep your word!” He exclaimed.
    Roderich was in hysterics in seconds, his legs thumping the floor uselessly. Soon, his laughter had gone silent, and his face was beet red. A few tears of laughter trickled down his cheeks.
    Arthur decided that this was the time to show mercy, and so he stopped, and climbed off of Roderich, now standing up.
    The Austrian collapsed onto the floor in a giggling, panting heap.
    Arthur watched the sweaty, hysterical, mess of a man on the ground before him for a few moments, and then walked towards the door. “Thank you for the...interesting piano lesson, Roderich,” he called over his shoulder. And with that, he left a very exhausted (and embarrassed) Austrian behind.
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    Arthur lay strapped to a cold metal table in what he could only assume was some sort of prison cell. He tugged at the ropes binding his wrists and ankles for what felt like at least the fiftieth time, but they wouldn’t budge. The Brit sighed, and let his head rest on the table. It was no use.
    The sound of the door opening brought him out of his thoughts.
    Arthur looked up in time to see Ludwig entering, locking the door behind him. He approached the Brit, stopping at the end of the table.
    “So,” the German began stoically, “it has come to zhis…”
    Arthur glared up at his captor. “I’ll never tell you anything, you foul swine, so you might as well let me go now. Choosing to torture me is a waste of your time,” he spat, before looking away in disgust.
    “I see,” Ludwig said thoughtfully, observing Arthur carefully. “Zhat is vhat jou may think now…”
    “I’ve survived countless torture sessions without cracking, so whatever you’re thinking up had better be good,” Arthur said dryly.
    “I doubt you have had zhis method used on jou before,” Ludwig said confidently.
    “Is that so?” Arthur asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Well then, what is it?”
    Ludwig cocked his own eyebrow in return, before he began lightly spidering his gloved fingers along Arthur’s stomach.
    Arthur’s muscles tensed up, and his breath hitched. “Wh-whahat?” He stammered, a giggle escaping and effectively sealing his doom.
    “Tickling. Zhe most childish method, yet one of zhe more effective ones.” Ludwig heaved a sigh. “Feliciano suggested it to me. He said it vas better than zhe more violent forms of torture.”
    “I-ihif you thihink Ihi’m gohoing t-to gihive in toho sohome tihicklihing, yohou’re ohoff yohour rohohocker!” Arthur managed to get out through his slowly increasing giggles.
    Ludwig chose not to respond. Instead, he pulled Arthur’s shirt up, and dug into his bare sides.
    Arthur twitched, and his giggles increased. Of all the weaknesses to have, his had to be tickling. Unbelievable! But, he wouldn’t give in...although, this was going to be harder than he thought…
    Ludwig’s fingers weaved an intricate web along Arthur’s sensitive skin. He would switch between kneading his sides, to lightly scratching his stomach, and occasionally poking at his navel. “Loosened jour tongue yet?”
    “N-nohohohot eheheheheeven clohohohoHOSE!” Arthur giggled out, though the sounds he was making told a different story. He tugged at his bonds, but they held. So, he started squirming as much as he could on the table instead.
    “Very well.” And with that, Ludwig moved up to the ribs. He prodded the spaces between each rib, danced his fingers on the bones, and occasionally lightly squeezed the whole thing.
    Arthur threw his head back with mad giggling. He could feel his sensitivity increasing...that was bad. He tried to wiggle away from Ludwig, but the ropes held fast.
    And then Ludwig made the fateful decision to start wiggling his fingers in Ludwig’s armpits.
    Arthur shrieked in surprise, before dissolving into a puddle of laughter, squeals, and desperate struggling. This was bad.
    Ludwig blinked in surprise. He poked and prodded at Arthur’s armpits with his fingertips, slightly amused by the reactions it caused. “Interesting,” he murmured as he went from poking to scribbling at random.
    Arthur was absolutely cackling. He shook his head frantically, wild laughter escaping from his lips. “NAHAHAHAHAHAAA!” He could feel his sanity starting to slip away.
    “Give up?” Ludwig asked, scribbling relentlessly now.
    Arthur couldn’t speak through his laughter. Tears of mirth formed at the corners of his tightly shut eyes.
    Suddenly, there was a dull buzzing sound. Ludwig paused for a moment, listening. “I have a visitor,” he said. As he was unlocking the door and heading out, he turned to face Arthur. “We’ll continue this later…” And with that, he closed the door, lock clicking into place.
    Arthur lay panting on the table.
    Well, fuck.
Interrogation
Story for Sideshow-Cellophane. Sorry it's so short and shitty. Writers block. X( 


I don't own Hetalia.
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    Gilbert Beilschmidt was going to die.
    A while ago, he would’ve scoffed at the thought. Impossible, he would have said to himself. But now, he was practically certain of it. The Teutonic Knights weren’t as great as they used to be, and they were fading fast. More and more battles were being lost. And now, Gilbert’s health was beginning to deteriorate.
    He originally thought it wasn’t possible for a nation to die...well, actually that was a lie. He was aware of what had happened to the Roman Empire, and he knew that personified nations weren’t invincible, though they were pretty damn close to it. But, if something happened that truly destroyed the country, the personification would die as well.
    Gilbert just never thought that it would happen to him.
    Any day now, his nation would fall, and he would disappear. Vanish. Fade into the dust. This was probably one of his last days on Earth. And he was spending it sitting on the ground, his back leaning against a tall oak tree, in the middle of a wheat field. It was actually quite a beautiful day. The sun was shining down on him, warming his skin, and a gentle breeze drifted through the air every so often.
    Earlier that day, he had taken Ludwig for a picnic in the park. They had sat on the worn blanket that Gilbert had brought all morning long, eating and talking amongst themselves. Ludwig was describing what he saw in the night sky, out of his window as he lay in bed, waiting to fall asleep. He told tales of goblins, dragons, witches, and angels, all of which he had envisioned among the stars. God, that child was a true miracle. And for a fleeting, terrifying moment, the man wondered if that was the last time he would see his little brother.
    Gilbert still hadn’t worked up the courage to tell Ludwig yet. He knew that he would have to do it tonight. He refused to disappear with no warning, and who knows if he would even make it through the night. That was partially why he came here: to think of a plan. The other reason why was simply because he wanted to be alone with his thoughts one last time.
    Gilbert looked up when he heard the sound of wheat being crushed, signaling footsteps. His eyes landed on Elizabeta, who was staggering towards the oak tree. Once she got close enough to see him, she crossed her arms, and cocked an eyebrow. “Mind if I join The Club For Idiots And Losers?” She asked playfully.
    Gilbert was surprised when he managed a tired (but genuine) smirk. “Not at all, dick weed,” he teased. He was happy Elizabeta was here. He had wanted to see her one last time as well.
    Elizabeta chuckled softly, pressing her back against the tree and sliding down, until she was sitting beside Gilbert. “I see your attitude still hasn’t changed,” she observed. “You’re still as pleasant as a can of shit covered beans.”
    Gilbert couldn’t help but let out a small scoff of a laugh at that. “Yours hasn’t changed either. You’re still as smart as a bag of piss-covered turnips.”
    Elizabeta full on laughed at that, but it was cut short when she winced, and clutched at her knee.
    Gilbert’s brow furrowed in concern. “Vhat’s vrong?” He asked.
    “Oh, it’s nothing,” Elizabeta reassured hurriedly. “It’s just that...while I was on my way here, I tripped and fell down the side of a small hill. I must’ve scraped my knee on the way down, or something. But really, it’s nothing, I’m perfectly fine.”
    Gilbert took a minute to really look at Elizabeta. His eyes softened at what he saw. Her hair was very tangled, and there were small leaves and twigs stuck in it. Her clothes were old and worn, and they were completely filthy. And, right where her left knee was, the pant leg was torn open, revealing ripped skin covered with blood. “Ouch,” he murmured softly.
    “Oh please, I’ve suffered much wo-” Elizabeta was cut off as a handful of thick white bandages were thrown into her lap. She blinked in surprise, and then turned to look at Gilbert. “G-Gilbert, where did you get these?” She asked, picking up the bandages and holding them in one hand.
    Gilbert suddenly found that he was having trouble meeting Elizabeta’s eyes, so he stared out at the wheat field instead. “They were wrapped around my wrist,” he answered quietly.
    As soon as this was said, Elizabeta looked down at Gilbert’s hands. Her eyes widened in shock.
    Gilbert’s right wrist was swollen, and covered in dark purple bruises. There were some faint cuts here and there as well, and it didn’t appear to be turned the right way. It was definitely broken.
    “Gilbert, wh-what happened?!” Demanded Elizabeta, her voice rising with concern. “Oh my God, it’s completely twisted! H-holy shit Gil, put the bandages back on! You need them more than I do!” She thrusted the bandages towards the other.
    But Gilbert barely heard her. His mind was foggy, lost in memories of the past.
    An open field. A bright blue cloudless sky. It had been such a beautiful day. He could still hear the sound of horses’ hooves clomping on the ground, could still feel the burning sensation of dust in his eyes as it was stirred up from the ground. He could still hear the sounds of soldiers shouting, whether in agony, or in triumph.
    It was kind of funny, actually. He could remember all of this, but the beginning of the battle was lost to him. It seemed to fly by in a blur. He could remember the ending, though. That was something he would never quite forget.
    The Lithuanian army had fled. Gilbert had the upper hand. He was standing above Feliks, his sword pointed firmly at the blonde’s forehead. He had said something, though he couldn’t recall what, and raised his sword above his head, swinging it down hard.
    But the impact was never made.
    Suddenly, Toris’ hand was on his wrist, squeezing it like a vice. His other hand was pressing a dagger to Gilbert’s throat, the cool metal cutting the Albino’s skin.
    It would leave a scar.
    Gilbert didn’t remember much of what happened next. In fact, he only remembered Toris’ words. The words that had cut deep, right to his heart.
    “This is a battleground! You can never let your guard down, even if you have the upper hand! Or has your greed made you forget what it means to be a true soldier?!”
    Then suddenly, the battle was over. Gilbert had gotten a stroke of good luck when Toris and Feliks had gone back home to harvest their farms, taking their armies with them. He had walked home slowly, his wrist hurting like nothing he had ever felt before. It had killed him to see Ludwig so upset, so concerned for his safety.
    He didn’t deserve the child’s pity.
    Gilbert was able to console Ludwig by brushing off his injuries, and acting like his normal goofy self (it took all of his energy to throw on this façade), but it took a while.
    There wasn’t much he could do about his wrist, so he just had to slap some bandages on it later on.
    Obviously, it hadn’t helped.
    “Gilbert!”
    Gilbert blinked, and came out of his thoughts. He turned to face Elizabeta, and his heart felt like lead.
    Elizabeta was holding the bandages in her hands, stretching them out towards Gilbert, as if she was offering him a gift. Her face was contorted into a look of utter worry, and a hint of irritation (presumably because of Gilbert’s refusal to take the bandages).
    But what absolutely destroyed Gilbert were her eyes. There were tears welled up in them. Elizabeta had been to hell and back, had suffered through horrific moments, and seen unimaginable sights. But, she never shed a tear. Not a single one.
    And now, here she was, crying over him and some stupid bandages.
    Gilbert felt like the worst person on the planet.
    “Please,” Elizabeta begged. “Please Gilbert, just put on the damn bandages!” A few tears slipped from her eyes now, and rolled down her cheeks.
    For a few moments, Gilbert simply stared at Elizabeta. Examining the pure distraught on her face. He could take it no longer. Silently, he took the bandages from the Hungarian, holding them in his hands. They were slightly warm.
    “Now put them on!” Elizabeta ordered, her voice cracking.
    Gilbert did so, slowly wrapping the bandages around his wrist, biting his lip at the pain it caused.
    “Don’t take them off again, you shithead!” Elizabeta snapped, though relief was evident in her voice and facial expressions. Without any warning, she threw herself into Gilbert’s arms, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight hug.
    Gilbert sat there for a few moments, completely stunned. Then, he slowly wrapped his arms around Elizabeta’s frame, returning the hug. He felt her shoulders shudder, and he began to rub small circles into her back with his thumb, trying to sooth her. “Shh, don’t cry Izzy,” he whispered, using her childhood nickname. “Don’t cry for me. Jou know I don’t deserve it. Shh, shh, it’s okay, I’m okay.” This was an obvious lie. He was anything but okay.
    But how do you tell someone you love that you could drop dead at any moment?
    Elizabeta sniffled, but began to calm down. “I know, but I can’t help myself,” she explained. “You’re too good of a jerk to not feel pity for.”
    Gilbert chuckled softly. “And you’re too much of a cunt to not comfort,” he said softly, ruffling her hair.
    Elizabeta chuckled too now, her laugh a musical one.
    A thought suddenly occurred to Gilbert.
    He was going to die, but Toris wasn’t.
    Toris, his arch enemy, was going to live. He was going to have defeated the once high and mighty Teutonic Knights. He was going to rule Eastern Europe. And he was going to be happy.
    Gilbert thought that this thought was going to make him feel nauseous with anger, but he surprised himself.
    It didn’t.
    Gilbert felt perfectly okay. In fact, he felt more than okay. He was happy. He didn’t need to be powerful to be happy. He didn’t need to defeat anyone, or win anything to be happy. All he needed to be happy was the people he loved. And he had plenty of those. He could die whenever fate decided he would, and he would be happy. “Hell, I could die right now, and I’d be fine with it,” he thought to himself.
    But, those thoughts were for another day. So, Gilbert pushed them aside, and watched the sun duck behind the horizon, holding Elizabeta in his arms.
Afterwards
Weird angsty fanfiction I wrote a while back. Don't know why I never uploaded this. :/ 


I don't own Hetalia.
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    Berwald really didn’t know what to think of his situation. It had been a pretty normal day, until there was a knock on his door. When he answered it, he found a guilty looking Arthur holding a tiny Tino in his arms. Apparently, what was supposed to be a “business only get-together” had turned into this. Arthur promised him the spell would wear off by tomorrow morning. And that was how he wound up lying on his bed, six year old Tino lying beside him.
    Berwald sighed, and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Suddenly, there was a small tap on his shoulder. He rolled onto his side, only to find Tino staring up at him. “You doing alright?” He asked the tot.
    “I’m doing just fine!” Tino squeaked, rolling onto his back, smiling lopsidedly.
    Berwald felt a small smile tug at his lips. With Tino laying on his back, his little arms above his head, he looked like a little throw pillow.
    ...Okay, so maybe that wasn’t the greatest term of endearment, but he was a little rusty at these sorts of things.
    “You’re probably a little bored, aren’t you?” Berwald mumbled to himself, noticing this wasn’t the best environment for a young child. He needed to give Tino something to do. But what… A lightbulb clicked on in Berwald’s mind. “Do you wanna have some fun?” He asked Tino.
    Tino perked up, nodding his head enthusiastically. “Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!” He repeated excitedly.
    Berwald chuckled softly. “Okay. You like to laugh, right?” He asked.
    Tino continued to nod. “Yes! Laughing is fun!”
    “Then I’m sure you’ll like this game,” Berwald said, before he placed a hand on Tino’s tummy, and began lightly wiggling his fingers. “It’s called Spider.”
    Tino immediately began to giggle at the sensations, and he brought his legs up to his chest. “H-hey! Thahahat tihihickles!” He protested.
    “Well, the spider’s legs do tend to tickle, if you’re particularly sensitive.” Berwald explained teasingly. Tino didn’t have a lot of strength, so he could easily push the child’s legs away, and free his hand. He tiptoed his fingers up to Tino’s ribs, and began to tickle the child there.
    Tino’s musical laughter filled the air, and he squirmed on the mattress. His dimples were showing through his big smile. “Stahahap!”
    “I wish I could, but the spider seems to enjoy your laughter,” Berwald answered. Truth be told, he was just hooked on tiny Tino’s adorable giggles and squeals, and he didn’t want them to end so soon. Now, his hand momentarily danced up to Tino’s neck, wiggling his fingers right in the crook, before he returned to the ribcage. “Tickle, tickle~”
    “Tehell thehehe spihihideher tohoho stohohop!” Tino begged, absolutely consumed by his own laughter.
    “It doesn’t seem to want to listen to me,” Berwald answered with a small shrug. “Sorry.” Now, his hand trailed down to one of Tino’s sides, and he began to lightly knead the soft, pudgy flesh.
    Tino let out a high pitched squeal, the loudest noise he’d made so far, and he bucked hard, crashing back down onto the bed. “NaHAHA! NAHAHAT THEHEheheHEHERE!” He pleaded.
    Ah. Sweet spot. Berwald felt his lips quirk into a smirk. “Uh oh. It looks like your laughter has more spiders!” His other hand joined in, kneading, tweaking, wiggling, and scribbling along Tino’s remaining side. “They think you’re cute.”
    Tino’s laughter increased tenfold, until he was practically shrieking. “STAHAHAHA! AHAHA, AHAHAHAAA!” He was no longer able to talk through his hysterical laughter.
    One of Berwald’s hands moved down, and grabbed one of Tino’s ankles. He didn’t want the toddler to get too worn out, as he still wanted to continue for a little bit. While his other hand continued working on a side, two of his fingers from his hand holding the ankle lightly scratched at the tiny sole. “Cootchie, cootchie, coo~”
    Tino’s laughter calmed down somewhat, though it was still pretty loud. He kicked out his free leg and flopped around on the bed. “NohoHOHO! C-cahaHAN’T TAHAhahake ihihit!” He whined, trying to pout (though it was impossible with his laughter imprinting an open mouthed grin on his face).
    Berwald gave Tino a sympathetic smile, starting to pity the boy. He dropped the boy’s foot, and stopped tickling his side. He crawled above the toddler, and pulled up his shirt, revealing his bare stomach. This was his grand finale. He took a deep breath, and leaned down, blowing a gigantic raspberry on Tino’s tummy. Then another. And another. And another. He completely covered the tiny stomach and sides in ticklish raspberries.
    Tino break into shrieks, squeals, and hysterical cackling. His laughter was frantic, and soon it went silent. He was almost tearing up.
    Berwald took this as a sign to stop. He leaned back up, and pulled Tino’s shirt back down. He then lay down next to the child, and wrapped his arm around him. “You’re very sweet,” he whispered.
    Tino panted, catching his breath. His cheeks were flushed, and there was still a huge smile on his face. He was too tired to even move. “Th-thahank you,” he replied breathlessly. He closed his eyes, still giggling softly.
    Berwald couldn’t help but smile too. “Precious,” he murmured softly, running his fingers through Tino’s hair.
Guardian
Really late request for zippy122135. Sorry for the wait. Hope you like it. 

I don't own anything but the story.
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    Another day, another long meeting where absolutely nothing got accomplished. Matthew sighed, and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. At least he didn’t get sat on this time. He collected his papers rather briskly, not wanting to spend another minute in this stuffy conference room. He slipped out the door silently, and headed for the exit. However, a slight tug on his sleeve stopped him. He turned, and saw his pet polar bear, Mr. Kumajiro, staring up at him.
    “Who’re you?” The polar bear squeaked.
    “I’m Canada, your owner,” Matthew explained patiently. “Is something wrong?”
    “I’m thirsty.”
    Matthew nodded, opening his briefcase to look for the small water bottle he kept in there, just in case Kuma needed it. His brow furrowed in confusion, and he dug a little bit quicker. After a moment, he sighed, and closed his briefcase once again. Of course he just had to forget it today. He began looking around for any other places where Kuma could get a drink. Finally, he noticed a drinking fountain by the men’s restroom. “There we go,” he said to himself, and walked over to it.
    He pushed the button on the fountain, and let Kuma lap up the water. Once he was finished, Matthew let go, and the water stopped streaming out. He was just about to leave, when he heard something odd. He stood still, ears straining. It sounded like muffled...crying. And, it appeared to be coming from inside the bathroom. Was somebody hurt? Did someone need help? Matthew couldn’t just leave now. So, taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open.
    Leaning over one of the sinks, their palms gripping the sides tightly, was Lovino. His head was bowed, and his shoulders were shaking. The crying was amplified now, and it was definitely coming from him.
    Matthew’s breath hitched, and he closed the door as quietly as he could. Then, cautiously, as if he was approaching a skittish animal, he walked up to Lovino. When he was an arms length away, he stopped. “...Are you okay?” He asked softly.
    Lovino stiffened, and whirled around, sending a glare Matthew’s way. His eyes were red and puffy, and some snot was smeared on his upper lip. “What’s it to you, invisible fuck?!” He snapped, though his scratchy voice took away some of the sting.
   Matthew flinched slightly, and took a step back. “I-I’m sorry,” he stammered. “I heard someone crying outside, and I...I just...I thought you might be hurt.”
    “Well, I’m not,” Lovino replied curtly. “So, if you could just leave-a me the hell alone, that would be fantastic.” He then turned back around.
    Matthew didn’t say anything for a few minutes, and the room was silent, save for a few sniffles and shallow breaths. “...What’s wrong?” Matthew asked gently, breaking the silence.
    Lovino didn’t reply for a few moments, as if he was pondering something. “I...I miss my brother,” he answered quietly, without turning to look at Matthew. “Ever since he met Ludwig, that Goddamn bastard, he only talks about him. He seems to have-a completely forgotten about me…” Lovino’s voice got choked up, and he stopped talking once more.
    Matthew was silent throughout the whole story, just let Lovino talk. He pitied the Italian, he really did. He knew what it was like to be forgotten. “Maybe you could try telling Feliciano all of this?” He suggested.
    “I...I can’t,” Lovino sighed. “I’m the oldest. I’m supposed to be-a the shoulder to cry on, not the one whining and blubbering.”
    Matthew nodded, deciding not to push any further. Then, he reached into his briefcase, and pulled out a crumpled rose. “Here,” he said, offering it to Lovino.
    The other turned towards him, cocked an eyebrow at the flower. “What is it?” He asked.
    “A rose. When I was little, Francis always gave me one to cheer me up when I was sad,” Matthew explained. “He said the stem of the rose has thorns, which represents the hard times in life. But, once you get past those, there’s always something beautiful waiting for you. I always keep one on me, just in case I need it.” He paused here. “I want you to have it.”
    Lovino didn’t say anything for a while, just stared at Matthew’s offering. Then, ever so slowly, he took the rose in his hand, being careful not to prick himself. He still didn't speak, just looked up at Matthew. His silence spoke volumes.
    Matthew stared back, before gently patting Lovino’s shoulder. He didn’t need a thank you. He knew he had done the right thing. Then, without a word, Matthew left the bathroom.
Comfort
Little story for Sideshow-Cellophane. 

I don't own anything but the story.
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Pride

DIVERSITY IS ART

Made with pride by the DeviantArt community BROWSE ALL ART

1. Do you snore?
Yes, but not nearly as bad as my dad.

2. Are you a lover or a fighter?
I'd say a pretty even mixture of both.

3. What’s your worst fear?
Fire. 0_0

4. As a kid, where you a lego maniac?
No, not really. Not at all, actually.

5. What do you think of “reality” tv?
I really don't know what Reality TV is, so I'll just say the first two channels that come to mind when I hear it: TLC and Lifetime. My opinion on those channels: absolutely awful. Lifetime is pandering, and TLC is disgusting. But, I'd have to say I hate TLC more. Why? Three words: Toddlers And Tiaras. Oh dear God...! *vomits* However, at the same time, although I despise Toddlers And Tiaras, it's like a car accident for me: I hate it, but I can't look away. XD

6. Do you chew on your straws?
Yep, but my cousin does it more than me.

7. Were you a cute baby?
My family always gushes about how adorable and sweet I was as a baby (and still am to this day), and what soft skin I had, so I guess I was. XD

8. Is the single life for you?
Definitely.

9. What colour is your keyboard?
On my family's crappy laptop, it's the standard black keyboard with white letters. But, I always use my IPad (since our laptop is so slow it can't even run Google Chrome for two freaking minutes), and its keyboard is white with black letters.

10. Do your sing in the shower?
Very rarely, but mostly no.

11. Have you ever sky-dived before?
Nope.

12. Any secret talents?
Not really. All my talents are out of the bag.

13. What’s your ideal vacation spot?
Someplace warm, with a really cool living spot. Probably something Mid Century Modern (wow, I'm turning into my dad XD). I would like to be by the beach and/or a really awesome water park. And, of course, I would love to be by some good restaurants. Some places for indoor fun would also be cool.

14. Can you swim?
Yep.

16. Have you seen the movie "Donnie Darko”?
No, but the title sounds familiar.

17. Do you care about the ozone?
Um...I don't really know? I recognize the name, but I've forgotten exactly what it is.

18. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?
About five or six, then I get impatient, and start biting it. XD

19. Can you sing the alphabet backwards?
Thanks to They Might Be Giants, yes.

20. Have you ever been on an airplane?
I have once when I was a baby, but I don't remember it at all, so it doesn't really count. However, I will be going on one next Friday when I go to Washington, D.C.! I'm so nervous and excited! ^^^^

21. Are you a single child?
Yep. My parents said they got it right the first time. XD However, they said if I ever had a twin sister, they would name her Sophia, since my name is Mia, and then our names would rhyme. Pretty cool, if you ask me.

22. Do you prefer electronic or manual pencil sharpeners?
Electronic.

23. What’s your stand on hunting?
Unless it's for getting food, I do not support it.

24. Is marriage in your future?
Nope!

25. Do you like your handwriting?
Eh, I don't really have an opinion on it.

26. What are you allergic to?
Liquid Latex (which sucks since my favorite holiday is Halloween, and now my mom can't help me do any super gruesome and cool costumes XP), and some type of flower...Not too sure about that last one.

27. When was the last time you said 'I love you?'
Almost an hour ago, when my mom was leaving to go to the store.

28. Is Tupac still alive?
He lives.

29. Do you cry at weddings?
I've never been to one, so I don't know.

30. How do you like your eggs?
Scrambled.

31. Are blondes dumb?
Only ones with a dumb personality.

32. Where does the other sock end up?
In Hell.

33. What time is it?
SUMMER TIME! No, I wish, but it's actually 5:55 PM. XD

34. Do you have a nickname?
I have a million nicknames, thanks to my dad. One of his favorites is Shambila. He's such a nutcase. XD 

35. Is McDonald's disgusting?
Nope!

36. When was the last time you were in a car?
Almost an hour ago.

37. Do you prefer baths or showers?
Showers.

38. Is Santa Claus real?
He lives.

39. Do you like having you neck kissed?
...I guess...? It just feels like any old kiss to me...

40. Are you afraid of the dark?
I'm not afraid of the dark. I'm afraid of what may be inside the dark.

41. What are you addicted to?
Sweets, food, the Internet, tickling, artwork, and scary things.

42. Crunchy or creamy peanut butter?
Creamy.

43. Can you crack your neck?
Nope, but I can crack yours! :D I'm joking, I'm joking.

44. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?
Yep. It was weird. And expensive. '^^

45. How many times have you brushed your teeth today?
Once.

46. Is drug free the way to be?
Unless you need to drug to live a better life, and it won't harm you, yes.

47. Are you a heavy sleeper?
Yep, but not as heavy as my cousin. She slept through the Burglar Alarm accidentally going off, her sister screaming, and her parents trying to calm her down and turn it off all at the same time. That's impressive. 0_0

48. What colour are your eyes?
Dark brown, almost black.

50. Do you like your life?
No. I don't like living.
51. Who’s better: Stone Cold or The Rock?
I don't know who Stone Cold is, so I can't really make a decision. XP
52. Are you psychic
Sometimes I feel like I might be.
53. Have you read "Catcher in the Rye"?
No, but I want to!

54. Do you play any instruments?
Nope. I used to play the Viola, though.

55. Have you ever stolen money?
If picking up forty dollars I found abandoned on the street and keeping it counts, then yes. If not, then no. XD

56. Can you snowboard?
Nope.

57. Do you like camping?
Never been camping, so I can't say. I don't think I would like it, though...

58. Do you snort when you laugh?
Sometimes. ^///^ I have a really silent laugh.

59. Do you believe in magic?
It lives.
60. Are dogs a man’s best friend?
Depends on if that man likes dogs, and if that dog likes him.
61. You believe in divorce?
If it's a good solution to a problem, yes.

62. Can you do the moonwalk?
Nope. Not at all.

63. Do you make a lot of mistakes?
Haha...yeah. :(

64. Is it cold outside today?
Not really. It's pretty mild today.

65. What was the last thing you ate?
I think it was a slice of cheese pizza.

66. Do you wear nail polish?
Extremely rarely.

67. Have you ever been kissed?.
Yep.

68. What's the most annoying TV commercial?
The. God. Forsaken. McPick2. Commercial. If I hear that jingle. One more God damn time. *curls hands into trembling fists* So help me.

69. Do you shop at American Eagle?
I don't think I've ever been there, so nope.

70. Favourite song at the moment?
I'm really into The Velvet Ape by They Might Be Giants right now. It's so epic and creepy at the same time. I highly recommend you check out the music video. Here's the link to it: m.youtube.com/watch?v=HLTxNXMS…

71. Do you like your job?
I don't have a job, so I don't have an opinion to voice. XD

72. Do you like your classes in school?
*cough* ...Most of them... *cough*

73. How do you like your meat cooked?
I think I like it the best when it's well done.

74. Do you like these surveys.
Yep! They're really fun to do!


75. Do you know how to tag three peoples?
Yes I do!

BONUS!
76. Why did the Chicken Cross the road? 
To commit suicide by getting hit by a car because it hated its life.
  • Listening to: Monster
  • Reading: So B. It
  • Watching: CoryxKenshin
  • Playing: Drawn: The Painted Tower
  • Eating: A slice of cheese pizza.
  • Drinking: Water.

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Hello! I am a random person. I probably won't put much on here. You can call me Mystery. Thank you for taking the time to look at my page! Have a good day!
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Sideshow-Cellophane Featured By Owner Sep 22, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Hey girl! You doing okay in life? If you ever need to talk, just let me know! I know how busy life can be...
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VyletsAlterEgo Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy early birthday!! :cake: :D
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Thank you! :D
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You're welcome. :)
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Anolee Featured By Owner Apr 17, 2017  Student Digital Artist
Thank you for watching me. ♥ Rose
I really appreciate it :PeaceLily: 
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You're welcome! :D
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Thank you for adding me to your watch list!  Digging the Pusheen icon!
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Coffewithsprinkles Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
You're very welcome! And thank you, I'm glad you like it!
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Lots!  Super cute! >u<
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Thank you! ^^
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