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Your hand touched something feathery, but before you caould pull it out, it bit you. "Ouch!" You pulled your hand out of the hat, finding your finger to be bleeding. A small bird struggled out of the bag. You gave Alfred a bewildered look as you sucked on your finger to stop it bleeding. "It would appear you found my puffin..." A cool voice mumbled from behind you. You turned around and became face to face with one of the nordics. Iceland. "Oh, hey Emil." YOu said, smiling a little at him. He was dressed in what he usually wore, apart from the fact his shirt wasn't done up fully. Alfred heard the quiet mumble from the Icelandic nation and gr

"_-_______ got..." Alfred looked up and wiped a small amount of icing off his cheek. You looked round to see where it had come from and blushed. A giggle came from his lips as he looked at you with eyes of an undescribable colour. "I-Iggy?" You asked and he laughed. "Not quite. Now shove that in your mouth and get into the closet." He said. You now knew it wasn't Iggy. He was nowhere near as polite as him. But you took a small bite out of the cupcake, expecting the worst. It tasted amazing. You walked into the closet and the door slammed behind you, making it pitch black. A quiet laugh was heard as the cupcake was taken out of your hands an

Fionna and cake walked past the Vampire King, whom was floating around playing his bass axe. He was trying to write a song for his crush. Fionna stopped and looked up and Marshall Lee. "What are you doing Marshall Lee?" She asked, cake standing at her side looking at the vampire the same as the human. "Writing a song." The human girl shited from right to left. "Sounds like a love song. Who's it for?" She smiled. As from the expression he could tell that she was hoping it was for her. But, it wasn't. "For this person i like. I'm planning on singing it to them after i figure out the lyrics. If i can't i'll just pick a song i know." She smiled e

[First off!] (y/n) = Your name (e/c) = Eye color (h/c) = Hair color (f/b) = Fave Band ------- "Ok Lilly, your babysitter should be here soon" Alfred said to his little sister. "Where are you going again?" she asked. "I'm going to meet up with some friends" he said with a grin. Knock! Knock! "Ah hah! That should be her!" he said as he answered the door. But, it wasn't a girl. What he saw was different. "Um hi" the (h/c) haired male said with a wave. He was in a slightly over sized (f/b) shirt, black jeans and sandals. Alfred let him in and Lilly ran right over and into his arms. "You know him?" Alfred asked. She nodded and giggled befo

    Your [e/c] eyes cracked open, glazed from sleep. Something didn't feel right. Something felt.... stiff. It was an awkward feeling. And that awkward feeling was poking you in the butt. You rubbed your eyes, looking around the room. Everything seemed to be in place. The dirty clothes bin was in the corner, the blinds were closed, and Gilbird was resting on Gilbert's head. Everything was like usually is. Deciding to just let it go, you turned over to face Gilbert.    You tried to doze off to sleep again, but something was still poking you, this time in the front. You cracked one eye open, and studied Gil's face. Drool was pooling in his mo

Hetalia x Reader – Heart Cupcakes {Norway} It was Lukas Bondevik. His light blonde hair swishing with each step he took, his curl bobbing up and down. His dull blue eyes stared into the distance, as if they were staring at a bad comedy act. You giggled at the many bunny rabbit key rings he had on his bag that were half-stuffed into a side pocket. He looked up as he heard your giggle. You made eye contact and blushed. You thought you saw a small bit of happiness in his eyes but you brushed it off. ‘I was probably just seeing things’ you thought and you waved at him. “Hello Lukas!” you smiled. He looked straig

It was Sunday morning and the smell of freshly made eggs and bacon lingered in the air of the Utonium household. The Professor was sitting at the table sipping a hot cup of black coffee while he read the current issue of Science Weekly, while his wife Katherine was busy finishing breakfast. It was a pretty classic scene, but it was missing one important feature… the beloved children. Mrs. Utonium placed the last of food on the kitchen table and started to lightly tap her foot in annoyance. Usually the four kids would have arrived by now, especially Buttercup and Bradley. They were expectably hungry in the morning. But that clearly was