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"Alfred, eat it," You said. "No!" Alfred protested. "Young man," you said sharply, feeling annoyed for Alfred's behavior, "if you don't eat your broccoli, I will...!" You sighed deeply and stared at your son, Alfred. You and Alfred had a problem of him eating his vegetables, and it kept getting worse every time she and Alfred ate breakfast, lunch or dinner together. This time it was broccoli, and you understood that at a young age children had the tendencies of not wanting to eat anything healthy for them, and you didn't like to eat vegetables as a child either. But as a mother, you thought, it was your responsiblity to teach your child th

"Why would you do this to me, Alfred?" you screamed at your petrified boyfriend, Alfred, who stood there in horror of your outburst. "Babe, I'm telling you the truth!" Alfred shouted, trying to talk to you as you sobbed your uncontrolled tears. "I didn't mean to cheat on you, it was all an accident!" You laughed half-heartedly. "A joke? Ha, really? I didn't think of you to cheat after what we've been through but this...!" Your _ colored eyes started to become swollen with redness of crying and tiredness from late nights of waiting for Alfred to come home after work. You continued, glaring furiously into his eyes, "Why, was it because I was

   “Wrong move,” called a voice darkly from the doorway. Turning around quickly you were greeted with the familiar (if not slightly more intimidating sight) of your ever affectionate boyfriend, Spain. “Toni!” you exclaimed happily. “Chica,” Spain answered, glaring at the two men. “Has anyone hurt you?” he asked an edge of worry creeping in to his voice. “No they haven’t,” you answered soothingly as you positioned yourself safely behind him[1]. “Bueno[2],” he whispered possessively, sending giddy shivers down your spine. Noticing a dark glint in your boyfriends eye

The day I awakened is something I'll never forget. I remember being surrounded by my mother's warmth. But that warmth started cooling as worry, fear, and pain took over her. I heard her screams and felt her pain. She held me tightly but I slipped out of her arms. It was cold and my body was numb. When my heart beat on it's own for the first time, my body tensed up painfully, I took a deep, heavy breath, and my eyes snapped open, all at the same time. I choked and whimpered, trying to break free from a force that I didn't even know about yet. I writhed until two strong hands lifted me and held me steady by the shoulders so I didn't fall back

Working for Ivan couldn't have been any more stressful, you agreed on that with the Baltics. Doing housework and fulfilling Ivan't wishes all day could be very tiring, and scary when he was in bad mood. Honestly, you hated working for him. To comfort yourself you often listened to songs about breaking free, but you only dreamed about doing that. At least it was something you could escape into. You put in your earphones and listened to music that relaxed you as you dusted the bookshelf. And suddenly that song came up... You were alone, you decided to sing along... "My grandmama used to tell me one day I would be king And that it would be me

         As everyone started to leave the party, America rushed in front of the door and stretched out his arms like a barricade. “Dudes, don't leave just yet. We still have a few people left, they just showed up.” Quickly looking around for someone to play, he spotted you in the middle of the crowd. “You haven't played yet, come on.” Not ready for his party to end, America handed you the barren hat and urged you to pick out one of the few remaining items. “America, it's pretty darn late. Some of us really need to get home.” Though your mouth was saying one thing, your hand was already fumbling around insi

"Dear Diary, Everything is so different since I was taken here. I am still a maid, but the palace is different from a small inn in every way. I am also treated differently here. Back at home I was complimented for my skills. Here, even the maids look through me. They don't help me, they refuse to work with me, they scold me for nothing and talk behind my back. The prince's whore is how they call me when they think I can't hear them. And I hate them so much for it. I do everything in the same way as them. And yet, they will always keep pushing me around. Every morning, I enter the prince's room alone, because that's how he wishes. I don't p

You never really liked being around drunken people. You could have been already used to them since you were a waitress and a maid in a small inn for years, but you never had a night when you weren't disgusted by the men who just couldn't stop drinking. You hated it but you had no choice. That night started just like any usual night. You watched large amounts of alcohol being consumed by a loud group of men. You had never seen anyone who was able to drink as much as these people did. It almost scared you but you kept serving them, at least they paid you well. You carried another round of drinks to their table when one of them suddenly put hi

RussiaxReader: The Flower "Ivan Braginski…" The name sounds familiar. You look up from the ID card towards the large knocked out man on your couch. His pale blond hair was messily covering his closed eyelids and the light colored scarf shredded and covered with dirt and blood. Why was this man out in your front yard? Why does he look so familiar? Is he lost? Did he come here for something? Why is he covered in…blood? These questions swirled around until you scratched your head in frustration. “This is useless…” you sighed and put the strange man’s wallet, containing his I.D, down. Slowly, you walked

CanadaxReader: Be Brave “Hey! Mattie! Are you even listening to me anymore?” you asked as you waved your hand in front of the Canadian face. “Heh? W-what?... Oh! S-sorry, ______. Continue.” Snapping out of his daze, Matthew’s eyes refocused on you. Unconvinced, you turn behind you to see a group of girls. You looked questioningly back to your friend. “Who were you staring at?” “W-What!? N-No one. Just …I..u-umm.” he said nervously as he scratched the back of his head. “No way, Mattie!” You rejoiced, “Do you like one of them! Tell me who! Tell me! Tell me!&rdqu