I wake up in an alley sitting straight up, and I see someone in front of me. I cant focus. Ugh. No wait. It's three people. I try to get up. "Agh." I say, as I can't eat my arms to move. I'm tied?! I get scared so I yell, "GERMANY!!" "He ain't coming pipsqueak." One of the men say as he slaps my face. "Ack!" I shout high pitched. "Hey, is this even a guy?" One of the other men say as they crush my back. "Let's check. Hehe." One of the men say as they pull down my pants. "NO!! Germany!!!" I shout, as I start to sob. Then they start pulling on the buttons of my shirt. "Please, stop." I say begging...

Something like a frUK fanfic......


(A/N: ok so this is mah 1st Хеталия fic nd I wanted to do something different,instead of using countries ima use capitals,which is kinda the same but different.....anyway,on with the story!!! :3 warning: human names used nd of course o obviously own Хеталия and instead of making a season 5 I'm waisting perfectly good time Письмо a fanficton with OCs >_>")

Grayson Kirkland stumbled through the streets of Paris,drunk as fuck. As funny as it was to see the thick eyebrowed spikey haired 22 год old stumble around,he was actually quite depressed. He'd just...

Well I don't think anyone minds me Письмо another one, so... Here it is? Hope ya like!
same notes:
-don't like, don't read
-you belong to Gilbert, and the plot belongs to moi.
-If Ты like Чтение this series, comment!
-and if you're a girl Чтение this, just make (y/n) the name Ты would have if Ты were a guy.




Chapter 2-Sweet



Gilbert's P.O.V.

VHY IS (Y/N) Друзья VITH ZE UNAWESOME IVAN?!?!?!?!?! I mean, Ivan is just plain creepy. He seems as if he'd be a molester... I mean, he always vears zat scarf over his neck, and alvays vears a friggin' trench пальто even zhough it could be 100 degrees outside.....