Call me Quino,
it rhymes with Albino~
I'm as elegant as a Piano,
as strong as a Rhino,
as hot as a Volcano,
eye-catching like the Casino,
Bitter-sweet like a Mochaccino~
i draw stuffs
Mutation 101 HetaliaxChild!Readerx2p!Hetalia FINALMutation 101 HetaliaxChild!Readerx2p!Hetalia FINAL by SpiceCat7
The 1p’s gathered in their usual meeting spot, plan diagrams and weaponry spread all throughout the room. They were going to get back Ludwig’s daughter back, even if it meant prying her from his 2p counterpart’s cold dead hands. Steaming with rage, the German could hardly tell them the plan he designed in a few solid minutes. They were all determined to get (y/n) back. It was time this silent war was over.
Jason carried a sleeping (y/n) deeper into the woods and closer to the meeting spot where the trade would take place. He then took out rope and bound her together and duct taped her mouth shut. He then stashed her into the bushes and went back to the cabin to get his weapons.
When he got there the rest of the 2p’s had already prepared, practically shoving his bat in his hands. They went over their ow
2p!Canada x Baby!Reader Unlikely Perfect2p!Canada x Baby!Reader Unlikely Perfect by SpiceCat7
2p!Canada x Baby!Reader
No one knows how I got her. I don't know how I ended up with her. Everyone questioned why I kept her but everyone denied that I take her to an orphanage or leave her at a doorstep. It was us against the world. But all I can say was one of those first nights was what made me choose to keep her.
I woke up in the evening from my nap to a baby's cry when I remembered I now had one to look after. Groaning and wishing it was only a long dream I slugged out of bed and went over to the makeshift crib she was in. I picked up the brat who I was to look after for the next few couple days until I figured out what to do with her.
I tried rocking her, feeding her, even changing her until I realised she was dirty and uncomfortably warm.
Realising I had to give the thing a bath and went over to the bathroom. I held her in a small bundle in one arm as I turned the knob to my kinda-sorta deep sink. The kid still cried as I was making sure the water wasn't too h
Atta Girl: Dad!2p! America X Teen!ReaderAtta Girl: Dad!2p! America X Teen!Reader by sunnyh625
SMACK! One down, two to go., Al smiled murderously at the other two drunks that were still alive. They stared at the red-eyed American in utter fear.
"It's the devil! The devil has come to kill us!" They screamed like a bunch of idiots. The chubbier one stumbled over the skinny one as they began to back up, resulting in both of them landing on their asses. Al snickered, and spun the nailed bat between is his middle and pointer finger as he slowly advanced towards them.
“I’m not the devil you dumbasses. More like your worst nightmare.” He sneered. With only two swings of his bat, both drunks were lying dead and bloodied on the concrete floor of the alley. Al sighed, while casually wiping some smeared blood of his face and walking behind one of the dumpsters where a crying little girl (around three years old) was huddled up, hiding her face in her hands.
“Yo, kiddo, you okay?” The American asked awkwardly, crouching