Hetalia: Sweet Child Of Mine, ch 11Austria waited outside the bedroom door, tapping his fingers against one another. The doctor had wasted no time in arriving and beginning the examination, and yet a great deal of time had passed since the door shut. Anytime an unpleasant thought imposed itself on Austria’s mind, he replaced it with “Eine Kleine Nachtmusik.” Still, time wore on and his strategy was failing him. At long last, the bedroom door opened.
“Come in, please,” said the doctor. Resisting the urge to run to the bedside, Austria entered the room. Inside, Hungary lay nestled in the centre of the bed. She was resting with her arms folded behind her head and a peaceful look on her face. A serene smile graced her lips as she watched him approach.
“Thank goodness you’re alright,” Austria said.
“Better than alright,” said the doctor. “There is good news.”
“Wait, wait,” said Hungary, si
Hetalia: Sweet Child Of Mine, ch 10In panicked heartbeats and hushed whispers, Austria and Hungary scrambled for a plan. Many rooms away, Chibitalia was still practising. Austria could not believe that this example of precocious diligence was related to that odd man waiting outside.
“Maybe it’s a coincidence,” Hungary said, although her voice betrayed that she suspected it wasn’t. Unexpectedly, she stumbled backward. Austria caught her just before she would have hit her head of the bust of Mozart.
“I hate that thing,” she said faintly. Austria looked at her in concern. He had never seen her look so strained.
“I’m fine, Austria,” she said. “Just a little dizzy.” As one, they looked at the door. The anachronistic stranger was probably still waiting there. Gentle, clumsy notes continued to flow from the music room. Austria gripped Hungary tighter.
“We must act now.
Hetalia: Sweet Child Of Mine, ch 9Hungary awoke that morning to the sound of musical notes. Just the notes - not really music. The sounds were plain, clear, and orderly, yet punctuated often enough with missteps and awkward pauses. She found her slippers and wandered down the hall to investigate. As she approached the music room, she remarked how unusual it was for the door to be left wide open. Peeking inside, Hungary could not believe what she saw.
Not only was Chibitalia inside the room, but he was actually seated at the piano bench. Technically, he was seated atop a stack of books on the piano bench, but he was indeed playing. Austria stood beside him, hands folded behind his back, as he watched the young child navigate the scales. Another batch of eight notes concluded. Chibitalia looked up at Austria for approval.
“Again,” Austria said with a nod. “And this time, remember to only use the correct finger for each key.”
Hetalia: Sweet Child Of Mine, ch 8Even in Austria’s dreams, the elusive melody taunted him. The song he had been straining to compose presented itself in the feeling of a perfect flow, and yet was discernible only in tantalizing bits and pieces. If he could only capture that song, he swore, he could hold the key to maintaining his empire’s glory. His family would need -
He had a wife, not a whole family. There were no -
Blinking awake, Austria tried to bring his world back into focus. It was pitch dark inside the bedroom. He couldn’t see a thing, so he just listened. The faintest chirping of the crickets outside. Hungary’s gentle, even breaths. And something else.
A string of strange and discordant notes drifted from the music room. Austria slipped out of bed and followed the sound. He paused outside the music room door. Sure enough, the sound was his dear piano being played by horrendously unskilled hand
Hetalia: Sweet Child Of Mine, ch 7Working by the burning frustration within him, Austria let his fingers fly over the piano keys. It wasn’t an angry song, per se, but it was a song being carried on the fiery energy of anger. That worked just as well. Austria felt furious and dignified at the same time - a tiger, king of his lair. The very air in the music room resonated with the bleeding notes. Austria didn’t know what he was playing and he didn’t care. Intuition guided him. The song he played was fury, as primed by years and years of training.
“No one can take this from me. No one!”
His hands crashed down on a sour note, causing Austria to realize how loudly he had been playing. The child was probably in bed already - not that it mattered.
“This is my house,” Austria hissed to the ivory. “I’ll dictate the rules.” The moment he said so out loud, his fingers lost track of where to land nex
Hetalia: Sweet Child Of Mine, ch 6Dinner was early that evening and Austria resented it. There was no excuse for interrupting his piano rehearsal. Adults could eat later than 6pm and if the child needed his food sooner, there was no sense in shifting everyone else around because of it.
“But isn’t it nicer if we all eat together as a family?” Hungary said. Chibitalia nodded in agreement and had a large bite of his beloved pasta. Austria refrained from pointing out the obvious. Hungary paused, perhaps testing if he would.
“Do you know who I saw at the market today?”
“Poland and Lithuania,” Hungary said. “I told them all about Chibitalia, and Poland said, ‘Your son sounds totally cute.’”
Austria’s hand froze halfway to his glass.
“You... told Poland that this child is our son?”
Hungary giggled and waved dismissively.
The bunker was quiet. Sam was reading up on ancient curses and Dean was eating pie in his room listening to AC/DC. You were lounging on the couch lazily reading a book -50 shades of Grey- while thinking about a certain French angel. The silence was ruined by that certain angel calling you on your phone.
"Yello?" You answered still reading.
"Get to my apartment ASAP!" Balthazar demanded in his kitchen.
"I am not participating in a menage a trois so stop asking" You rolled your eyes.
"Not for that. I need your assistance so get over here now! It's an emergency!" Balthazar replied glancing towards his living room.
"It'll take a few hours to get there" You pointed out thinking about driving.
"Just.....Hurry. And bring a flamethrower and several guns" Balthazar ordered slowly walking into his living room only to let out a high pitched shriek.
"Balthazar? Whats wrong?" You asked sitting up.
"HELL IS IN MY LIVING ROOM!" Balthazar yelled diving back into the kitchen. You hung up and left
Mangle x Reader- The Clumsiest Person Alive
“Oh my! Are you alright (y/n)?” Toy Bonnie asked, rushing over to your side. You cursed and stood up, him grabbing your shoulders softly. This was like the 5th time you had fallen down!
“Yeah, I’m fine Bonnie, thanks.” You smiled. He nuzzled your forehead softly, then turned and began talking to Toy Chica again. You sighed and walked off, going towards Kid Cove. Your best friend, Mangle. She was always ready to listen to your problems and cheer you up.
Walking into Kid Cove, you heard that same radio interference that you always did, but you were pretty much used to it. You drowned it out and looked around for Mangle. Was she out walking around again?
“HELLOOOOO (Y/N)!” Mangle swung down in front of you from the ceiling. “I’VE HAVEN’T SEEN YOU IN LIKE, A WHILE!” She exclaimed, falling to the floor.
“Mangle, it’s only been like 10 minutes! I had to oil you up earlier, remember?” You smiled. She was silen
Grub Vriska x Reader
A little cobalt wriggler was making her way up onto the shelf. The little one loved to explore for lost treasure. This time she had her eyes on the shiny statue way up high.
“Vriska, you’re gonna hurt yourself,” you say grabbing the grub. Tears began to form in her eyes and she cried. She kicked and screamed reaching for the object she was so set on obtaining. You looked up at a statue of a dragon fighting giant spiders. “Oh, you want the spiders,” you whispered. Vriska calmed a bit and looked at you with puppy eyes. “I’m sorry, but those aren't for wrigglers.” New tears formed in her eyes and she kicked herself out of your arms angrily. Somehow she landed on her feet.
A knock came at the door causing you to groan. You thought it couldn't hurt leaving her for a few seconds as you checked to see who it was.
“Mail, please sign,” said a man handing you a package and a pad to sign. Grabbing the box you quickly autographed the pape
Grub Equius x Reader
"Who wants milk?" you call the little wiggler who lay bored on the counter. Instantly he perked up and stretched his indigo body. Carefully he crawled toward to newly laid bowl of milk. There were scratches on the counter where his little legs had been. Peeking over the bowl he licked at some milk them pulled the bowl and drank. A cracking noise caused him to jump back. It appeared he had damaged the bowl. Tears formed in his eyes. "It's OK, you said patting his head, weary of his horns. Equius let out a squeak and crawled towards you. He yawned and leaned against your arm. Picking him up you brought him into his room and lay him in the tiny bed you made. Little sleep noises escaped his mouth. "Adorable," you whispered.
Back in the kitchen you grabbed a bag of ice for the bruise now forming where he had laid his head. That was the only problem with the little guy, for someone who was a baby he was too strong. It was worth it though. You wondered if you could turn any of the other troll
(DERPFIC) Mangle x Reader- Video Time!
AU WHERE IT’S 2014 BECAUSE WHY NOT.
“HELLOOOOO BEST FRIEND!” Mangle called as you walked into Kid Cove. She sat in the corner of the room, patting the floor next to her excitedly. You waved at her, then took the hint and sat down beside her.
You pulled your phone out of your pocket. As Mangle went to speak, you put your finger to your lips, then turned the phone on and began to browse Youtube. Thank god for your phone being able to get internet anywhere.
“What’s that (y/n)?” Mangle asked you. You smiled and turned the volume up as you found a video.
“Which, what I’m messing with, or what website we’re on?” You asked. She thought for a minute, her other head swinging around to look at the phone as well.
“Both. THIS THING,” she tapped the phone. “LOOKS SOOOO AMAZING!” She squealed. You giggled.
“It’s a phone. You can use it to call people, text, or surf the internet.” You told her.
Hello darling (MikaelXReader)
600 years. That's how long you have been on the earth. You didn't mind immortality in the slightest but it was tough watching people you grew to care about die when their time was up. At first you started out just an ordinary vampire draining people dry and minding your own business. But then he came. You were cautious of him at first but he confided in you that he was the same. Immortal and a vampire. It took a week before you told him your name as you didn't trust him at first but you felt yourself drawn to him for reasons you didn't even know. His name? Mikael. He was around 400 years older than you but you then realized you knew him by his nicknames. The Hunter or the destroyer. You heard rumors he was hunting his children to kill them even though they were immortals and vampires like him. That put you on edge but after 3 weeks you warmed up to him. Mikael reacted the same. Normally he would have just killed you because of what you were but when he went to do so