You felt the pain on your back again, but you had no idea why it could be hurting so much. You tried to re-trace your steps to remember when you might have hurt it. But you tried not to focus on the pain because Arthur was coming over. You were a country that was almost as big as him. You gained independence from him, it caused him to become a wreck for awhile. But over time he became better and and fogived you. When he came over he would try to cook, which he would make you eat it. That was bad because you usually got sick from his food, but somehow you adapted. You heard the doorbell ring, it kind of hurt to walk but you
Today was your first day of school at the W academy. You were a new student, but not the only new one there. A guy name Ivan was new here too, and he looked like a pretty cool guy. Other than the fact that he was a bit scary. But you liked him anyway.
You walked in the hallway, heading to some club you joined. Some club about going home or something, it sounded a bit lame. The best part about this school was that you barely had to carry anything. So gracefully you walked about the halls, since you had about 10 minutes until the next class.
You walked and closed your eyes, humming a small tune you remembered. When you ran into someone,
America X ComatoseReader In This Empty Shell by solarkittygirl, literature
Literature
America X ComatoseReader In This Empty Shell
In This Empty Shell
America X ComatoseReader
Ever on and on I continue circling
With nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
Till slowly I forget and my heart starts vanishing
And suddenly I see that I can't break free
Alfred was sitting in a chair next to a hospital bed, sobbing and holding onto the hand of his girlfriend, (Name).
"(Name) . Please come back .." He pleaded for hours on end, but his comatose friend couldn't hear a word he said.
I'm slipping through the cracks of a dark eternity
With nothing but my pain and the paralyzing agony
To tell me who I am, who I was
Uncertainty enveloping my mind
Till I
2p!Canada x bullied!child!reader-Thank you so much by eriko-neko, literature
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2p!Canada x bullied!child!reader-Thank you so much
You raced down the alleyway, as fast as your little seven year old legs could take you, away from the older boys yelling mean things to you and laughing about it as you ran. They had their pet pitbulls with them on leashes, helping track you down and adding to their noise. Your leg muscles burned but you couldn't stop. If they caught you, they wouldn't let you go so you just ran. "(name)! (name)! Get back here ya little bitch! Come on! We just wanna play with you! The dogs do too! They're growling with excitement!" Your eyes stung from the threat of more tears but you shook your head.
You pushed trash cans down to try and slow them but nothi
Bullied!France X Reader I Know What You're Not by solarkittygirl, literature
Literature
Bullied!France X Reader I Know What You're Not
(Name) stepped out of her mom’s car and shut the door behind her.
“Have fun at school (Name),” her mom said from behind her. “Call me when you’re ready to leave.”
“Okay mom,” (Name) responded before turning back and going into her new school. She hoped her first day wouldn’t be too bad, or at least not as bad as it was in her previous school. She never really liked it there anyway, and no one ever really liked her.
That’s why her mom thought she should move from (y/home state) to (state of your choice) and change schools. Her mom was hoping that (Name) would make some friends if s
Breaking Walls (Prussia x Abused!Runaway!Reader) by DogLover6232, literature
Literature
Breaking Walls (Prussia x Abused!Runaway!Reader)
“And the high this week is going to be a whopping 5 degrees Celsius!”[1] The weatherman’s cheery German accent sang through the T.V in the little coffee shop she was currently taking refuge in, causing her to groan inwardly and refuse the need to slam her head on the table. This was the first time the girl had come into this particular coffee shop in Berlin, and she would have been thought of as a regular customer had her (h/c) not been so grungy and her (s/c) so dirtied with the dirt of the past.
(Y/n) knew that she was stupid for running away from home and thinking that she could find refuge along the bustling streets o
Iron Cross Bruises: Pt 2 (Germany x Abused!Reader) by DogLover6232, literature
Literature
Iron Cross Bruises: Pt 2 (Germany x Abused!Reader)
She is silently standing against the chill of winter, unguarded without her armor of winter garb against its icy tendrils that wrap about her. Her (e/c) eyes stare out at the world before her as though they have never seen it before, which is actually very well possible as she has never visited Germany before. (H/c) locks are swishing in the wind as she leans over the balcony's railing with the knowledge that she is alone in this house that Ludwig resides in as he and Gilbert are out for drinks.
A year past the jailing of her step-mother, (y/n) is beyond confident in herself and where she stands. It's been a year of her and Ludwig dating. It
Iron Cross Bruises (Germany x Abused!Reader) by DogLover6232, literature
Literature
Iron Cross Bruises (Germany x Abused!Reader)
Three gunshots. They’d told her there’d only been three gunshots before he’d fallen, but she couldn’t believe that he’d really been hurt. Her father, her tough-as-nails German father, would not have gone down so easily if he didn’t find it in the best interest of someone besides himself.
It had been a struggle to get the iron cross from her step-mother, her mother having died twelve years prior to a long-lasting battle with leukemia, but she’d taken it from her jewelry box one night while she slept. The iron cross, which her step-mother had used to beat her with, was the last piece she had of her fat
I'll Keep You Safe (Abused!Reader x Russia) by Little-Flame13, literature
Literature
I'll Keep You Safe (Abused!Reader x Russia)
You were sick of this. You were always pushed around by your abusive boyfriend, (bf/n). You brushed a piece of (h/c) hair out of your face as you tended to a long cut on your forearm from his most recent attack.
You needed out. You needed out badly.
After you finished dressing your wound, you walked out of your bathroom. Before you could even get two steps away from the doorway, there was (bf/n), grinning like the madman he was.
"Oh _____~" he said in a sing-song voice. "I have something for you."
You flinched.
"W-what is it?" You stuttered
(Bf/n) smirked. "Oh, you know, a gift from that commie friend of yours." He spat as he threw a bo