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Notes: -Alright! I'm just going to start an entire Dark Hetalia Series for the people with 2 votes or higher xD So the people I will be writing about will be Romano, Germany, Italy, Spain, Russia, the Italian brothers, and the German brothers. Dark!Russia has the highest votes so far, so I'll write about him first. Then Dark!German brothers. After that I will write according to how I feel. XD But yeah, Russia is pretty dark in this. And I do not support rape or con-non or anything like that, it's just a fanfiction >.> but my brain supports fanfic con-non WARNING: Sexual references (but I know you guys like it xD) I do not own Hetalia, the

In case you don't know, Asperger's is like half-way of Autism. It is unique as Autism itself. To those who think it is a disease, 'Don't judge what you don't know.' Ellz12 out~ It was a few hours before you had to leave your house and go to your neighbours. Why? You are to be babysitter even though you are the right age to take care of yourself instead need someone to accompany you. Just because you are diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome does not mean you are not capable of taking care of yourself. Well, guess your mum thought wrong. So right now, your mum got her stuff ready for her overtime at work, that's why she taking you to your neighb

"*GULP* *GULP* *GULP*" Your lips, tainted with blackness, were latched onto America's neck, sucking his delicious fluids as you drained him for your own benefit. He was always offering himself to you, because he knew you couldn't resist. You had a low tolerance for food, and not just because you loved it, but because you needed more than most to survive. You were cursed by a Witch who had hatred upon your family, so you needed extra nutrients. Not to mention the blood from the type of demon America is is mouth-watering to any species.     America is a Volar Demon, an evil being in the mythical realm but powerful as it uses it's wings from w

Germany :bulletblack: Due to excessive begging from Italy, Germany had to allow the Axis one vacation day. It took a lot of arguing, but they finally settled on going to the beach. :bulletred: “Are you kidding me? We’ve been on a deserted island four times and you want to go to the beach?!” :bulletyellow: Italy cheerfully invites you along, much to Germany’s surprise. He’s rather flustered, but tries to ignore it as he sets up a volleyball net. :bulletblack: He asks Japan, Prussia, and Italy to play with him. They all deny as they’re busy doing their own fun activities. (He’s too afraid to ask Rom

“Take my hand, love. Onward to a better place.” London, England: The Great Plague. Year: 1665. The black-death epidemic was killing him. Though, not literally killing him. He had yet to be infected. For now, he was just so stressed, devastated, and worried to the point where his life felt like a living hell. And hell meant death. In other words, the bubonic plague- an incurable disease caused by bacteria- was slowly, painfully killing him in a different way than everyone else. He’d never felt more useless in his entire life. He tried so hard to protect them. He searched everywhere for an answer. But in the end, all he

A/N: This is my first reader insert! Like, EVER. Please give me helpful critisim so I may get better! *bows* Arigato! |Warning, contains mention of rape. If you don't like that sort of thing, please click the 'back' button on the upper left corner of your screen| - - - That smile. That sweet, child-like smile. That was what had you hooked in the first place. You had looked across the room, at your first Nation meeting, and spotted him - and that smile. America had caught you staring, instantly scolding you, saying, "Don't make eye-contact with that Commie!" Frowning, you gave America a hard look before gazing back at the Russian man. He wa

You were Oliver Kirkland's favorite thing in the entire world. He loved you more than anything. Everthing about you was perfect to him. Your eyes, your hair, your smile, your voice. He even followed you home sometimes just to make sure you arrived safe, that no one would touch you. Oliver would do anything to make you his, and only his. There was just one thing standing in the way of his dear [Y/N], though. There was that pesky brother of yours who although was very immature, was way too overprotective of you in Oliver's opinion. Although he lived on his own in his own apartment away from you, you visited him a lot and occasionally cooked hi

ItalyxReader Marry Me, Dammit!     "_______, will you marry me?" Your Italian boyfriend was on his knees before you in your local park. You had been dating for nearly three years. You sighed. Dammit, Feli! How many times do I have tell you this? This had been the third time he asked you, of course he would ask in public. His amber eyes were full of hope and a small crowd of nosey people began to form. You knelt to his level and kissed him before leaning into his ear. "Feli, the answer is 'no'! Why do you keep asking?" You whispered in his ear. When you pulled away, you thought that the wimpy Italian would burst into tears. You pulled him

“1 universe, 8 planets, 7 seas, 7 continents, 809 islands, 204 countries, and I had the unfortunate luck of meeting you.” Do monsters exist? No one can prove they do, but then again… no one can prove they don’t. You realized this only after meeting him. Before, if you didn’t see it—you didn’t believe it. Now, things are different. But if monsters exist, then does that mean ghosts do too? And what about other things… such as aliens? Pondering the thought, it reminded you of something an old friend once told you. Romania grinned, flashing a pair of sharp fangs. “_____...” He murm

Twisted Agony Scotland x Reader Warnings: Slight mentions of blood and nudity. °°° She held the fork with her teeth, avoiding it from getting out of her mouth while Alistair struggled to pull it out. He was already losing his patience, even if he considered that his actions were gentle, she saw them as rough and wicked; just as him. It didn´t took her too much time to unscramble the evil intentions he felt for her since the first time they met. She wasn´t surprised, at least not at all... "Goddammit, [Y/N]!" Alistair hissed, teeth gritting against each other while his eyes were narrowed, obvious expression of im