Heta-Therapy

"Bam Bam Pop"    'Great another boring day at school, just as boring as yesterday. I wonder what the boys are doing...' You sat at your desk gazing out the window to your left, your chin resting in your hand. Your class room sat on the second floor giving you an excellent view of the woods and the road leading to the school, boredom set in as your mind wondered to your two friends that were in the class above you. A paper football landed on your desk, soon you had three or four of them laying one the desk. You looked around for who was flicking them, Alfred and Matthias, of coarse your other friends more trouble makers. What can you say, yo

Prussia took a familiar route to the all too familiar place, his feet carrying him there without any conscious thought. He knew how conspicuous he looked clad in his black dress uniform, walking in this small town with a white chrysanthemum in his hand. But, he couldn't care less. Let people look at him questioningly; he did not care. He had performed the same ritual every year for more than a century and he was not about to give it up just because Hitler wanted to have some dinner with his commanders. Prussia had made all the proper goodbyes, stating that there was a pressing matter that needed his attention before grabbing the key to one o

Husband!Netherlands x Wife!Reader: How To Quit Smoking ____ glared at her husband. He was doing it again: Smoking. She knew why - he'd always done it. She knew that he was stressed because of his work at the moment, and the smoking calmed him down. But she hated it. It made their home smell like tobacco, him taste like tobacco and it was actually really dangerous. What if they ever had a kid? Would he continue then? ____ sighed, she needed to do something about this. Or she'd go crazy. A plan began to form in her mind and she snickered a little to herself. 'Be prepared, Tim van der Berg, 'cause here I come!' ~~~~ Some time later ____ p

 Stop! o3o Hi, yeah, so: There's some flashbacks in this story. So if you don't like that; now's the time to leave, if you want to. ... You still here? Good. Enjoy~! ^^ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it Love." ~ Dr. Seuss. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ____ had never met someone like him. She had never met a person that she couldn’t win over in an argument. Never had she met someone that could trick her, or outwitt her in any way. She never even thought that ther

Yang walked out of his workplace the next day with the thought of going on a date with (Name) on his mind. Well this isn't really a date, right? Yang thought to himself. She's just trying to repay me for helping her out, that's all. Still, even with that in mind he couldn't help but think of this as a date for some reason. He searched through his coat pocket and took out the slip of paper on which he wrote down the details of the diner he looked up the previous night and texted the information to (Name). I’ll be waiting for you there, Yang added to the text message. I’m gonna go ahead and walk there since it’s only a few bl

You twist a strand of hair around your finger, almost going cross-eyed as you examine the split-ends. Ugh. You slouch a little in your seat, feeling scruffier and scruffier as you sit there, watching all of the other people waiting to get up to be beautified. The room smells like hairspray and, over the sound of the radio, the raspy snip of scissors fills the air. You knew you'd left it too long to come here, but one thing lead to another and you just never seemed able to find the time. There's something about the cool, polished salon that's almost vaguely intimidating to you, mirrors situated around the room, showing you your anxious expres

Note: Cuss warning, lol.    I'd rather die than be the source of (Name)'s unhappiness!    This was the only thing that Gilbert had in his mind. He, figuratively and literally, filtered each and every hall or room the whole campus contained just to find her.    He even checked the restrooms. The self-proclaimed Prussian might be the campus heartthrob, but that does not give him a free access to the ladies' room. Gilbert does not leave bruise-free upon entering one.    "Damn!" He put his hands up to block the empty lipstick tubes and other makeup being thrown at him. "I was just looking for (Name)! Is she even in here?"    "Yeah, righ

9. Drive Today was not your day. A pop quiz in three of your classes. You forgot your lunch at home. You had a boat load of homework to do once you got home, and to top it all off you missed the bus home. Your parents wouldn’t get off from work for another three hours or so which meant you were stuck here. And just when you were sure your luck could not get any worse. It started to rain. You were stuck alone at school with no umbrella for another few hours. You sighed. “Today has been the worst,” you grumbled to yourself. “Has it really?” You jumped. You hadn’t known anyone else was at the school. Next

There were days where Romulus wanted nothing more than to be back on the outskirts of the empire where he was the one in command. Titus was a fine enough emperor when compared to those who ruled before him, Romulus surmised. The man had captured Jerusalem for the empire and sent funds to the victims of Pompeii. He wasn't necessarily cruel or overly severe yet, despite the whole of the Roman Empire fawning over the man and calling him the love and delight of the human race, Romulus could not find it in his heart to truly respect Titus. It was all because of the Colosseum. Romulus knew it was a way to pacify the Romans' blood thirst in a tim

Stitched Jewel Heart :Students! Russia x Reader: It started with a rumor. You fiddle with your pen, unconsciously twisting it between your fingers in rapid movements before setting it down, picking it up, and resuming again. You brows furrow slightly in concentration as your eyes constantly trail to and fro, ensuring that the figure in front of you is always in your field of vision. Your ears continue to pick up the low frequency sound waves, attempting to process the information as the professor proceed to drone on and on about the philosophy of life and death. Then you sigh as you look down towards your notebook and scrawl another note b

        There you were again.        Pounding on Allistor's door.        Yelling through the thick oaken barrier for him to open up. It was ten in the morning and, if you knew Allistor, that meant he would still be asleep with a nasty hang over.             "You damn Scot, open the fucking door!" you growled and then finally, after over an hour, a shirtless Allistor opened the door.             "Wha' on Earth doo yeh wan' wooman? Do yeh kno' wha' time et ees?" groaned the Scotsman.    You glared at him, "Yeah, I know what time it is! It’s time for you to sign these bloody divorce papers!"    You waved them in his face, so he

In your hand you pulled out from the black hat a...chocolate bar with one small bite mark on the side. You were disappointed that the person who had the chocolate bar ate a piece and, whatever was inside there, could had polluted it with germs inside. "Dude, why's there a candy half eaten in here?" asked Alfred who looked down at the hat with curiosity. Suddenly, the hat started to shift as if something was inside and out of nowhere a head popped out! It was Gilbert, the nation of Prussia! "Not sorry," he said, "but that was a good bar and the awesome stomach of mine wanted it!" "THAT'S CRUEL!" a female voice shouted down from inside the

Paper kiss! :S.Korea x reader: "(Naaaammme)!" You squeaked when you were attacked from your chair as a pair of arms wrapped around your torso and something soft was rubbing against your cheek. Your boyfriend has the strangest way of grabbing your attention sometimes. "Get off of me, Yong Soo!" you exclaimed, trying to pry his arms off from around you. "I know I'm your girlfriend and all, but seriously, can't you be less...extreme about it?" The Korean male untwined his arms around you and gave you a pout. "I just wanted to be unique around you...all the other guys are so boring around their girlfriends!" Still pouting, he sat up with his

Papa!Spain Mama!Reader Children!ItalyTwins       Feliciano and Lovino completely ignored her; [Name], their new step-mother.        [Name] knew that Antonio, their father, had gone through a very nasty divorce a few years prior. Although the woman was absolutely horrid - being physically and verbally abusive to both the boys and Antonio - the boys still loved their mother greatly. Although she pushed them away and called them 'terrible little bastardos that should never have been born,' they clung onto her legs - which usually made her angrier. [Name] had watched it unfold, being a friend from Antonio’s college days and forbade from

    You shivered slightly. In your half-asleep state, you were determined to pull the blanket up around you before you woke up from the cold air that touched your exposed stomach. You moved your arm to grab the blanket before you realized that you were unable to. You were suddenly aware of an arm holding you tightly. Cracking your (e/c) eyes open, you groaned slightly.    "Berwald, could you please pull the blanket up higher?" You asked, snuggling deeper into your husband's embrace in search of some warmth. When he didn't reply, your half-asleep mind realized that he was still deep in slumber.    You glanced up at the man's tired face. Wi

You trembled as you made your way through the streets of the empire. You kept your head down and your posture submissive, not daring to look at any of the people you passed in the light rain of the afternoon. Their stares would be no different than you expected. You were a dancer. The people of the empire, whether rich or ordinary, enjoyed the spectacle of dance. However, the respect for the dancers was often less. Especially if you seen in the streets as you were now. You sighed and self-consciously tugged at the straps of your dancing gown. It was a risqué two piece outfit that showed much more skin than you preferred to display and