SkyBlares

(Name) made her way on to a boat. It was heading for mainland. She was a young, and not to mention, ill, nation. The nation was a little Oceanic country. It was called, (Nations Name). Her human name was (Y/N) (Surname). Even though (Name) didn’t want to go, she knew it’d be for the best. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair was disheveled, and needed a good washing. Her body was weak and her home was in wreckage. (Name) needed to find her Mother or Father. Her boss said that she had one, but didn’t tell know who. (Name) sat silently, until the boat reached mainland.            The boat stopped. Being small had one advantage. (Name) had t

   Papa America  With a nervous gulp England stepped toward you. "Well, my dear. It seems your father's America," "A-are you serious?" America asked, shock was evident in his voice. "No. I just made that up because you can handle a child," England snapped his tone thick with sarcasm. "Dude calm your tits!" America said, "I'm just surprised yo," "America aru! Your own child is having a coughing attack aru," China snapped, holding you close to his chest. While you where coughing horrible. "You bloody wanker," England smacked America on the back of his head. Rubbing his neck sheepishly, America scooped you up from China. "I zink zat ends the m

Warning: violence and swearing in this chapter. Can’t handle, don’t read. (F/N) = First Name (L/N) = Last Name (Y/n) = Your name (H/c) = Hair color (B/n) = Bunny name (You have a stuffed bunny) ~~~~~ (Y/n) woke up from a light slumber. A second was spent questioning why she was awake, and then the jiggling of keys in the door was heard. Father was home. (Y/n) jumped out of bed, and pushed a chair against her bedroom door. Sometimes he came into her room…When he came home this late—her clock read two a.m. right now—he was angry. He had been drinking that gross stuff that makes him mean and angry—he calle

Warning: Prussia and Germany's drunk language ~~~~~“Go ahead und choose, (Y/n).” You reached inside, shuffling your hand around before clutching onto a hard and smooth something that fit between three of your fingers. You pulled it out: a cross necklace. The man holding the bag’s face went bright red as several people called to him. “Ve~! Congratulations, Germany!” A glare from the German made Feliciano nervous. “I-I mean Ludwig! Right, Ludwig, hehe…” “No vay mein un-awesome bruder gets to raise her!” “Good for you, Ludwig-san.”   You assumed this man, Ludwig, was

Warning: This shows you living your ENTIRE life with America. This involves what happens thousands of years from now. If you want to listen to the music I have linked in the story, open it in a new tab. I recommend listening, for the best results. Thank you! *Age: 3* “(Y/n), pass me the salt please?” “Yes sir!” You handed your Uncle Arthur said salt, smiling brightly. “Thank you, poppet.” “Why can’t we have the TV or some music on?” Alfred whined, next to you. “It’s the polite thing to do on Thanksgiving, bloody git…” “Name-calling isn’t very nice