BlinkBuford had the kid cornered. He smirked as he took a step forward, cracking his knuckles and hearing the person in front of him whimper. The figure knew what was coming. It was inevitable when faced with Buford Van Stomm. He stepped closer, putting his arms on either side of his captor, palms slammed firmly on the brick wall to which this person was pinned. He watched as an inaudible gulp was swallowed at the low chuckle that had escaped Buford's lips. He locked eyes with this figure, and his gaze softened; No longer the head strong bully that everyone had come to know. His arms lost their pressure on the wall, and he let them fall to his sides. The person sighed in relief, but gasped as Buford took action once more, however this time a complete turn from his previous one. Buford's hands slid around the fragile waist in from of him, pulling the figure to his body. This figure, half his size, whimpered as Buford's large hands tangled in the curly locks of dark hair. Buford smirked anBlink by gothchic56
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Seven Minutes in HeavenSeven Minutes in Heaven by GERMANYxREADER
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"Ok everyone, let's begin!" America announces.
Your at a party at Prussia's house and America decided that everyone should play 7 minutes in heaven. You would normally refuse, but you don't really have a choice since America can get REALLY whiny when he doesn't get his way. And there isn't much else to do anyway, so...
"Alright guys, it's______'s turn first!"
"Aww, come on!"
America gives you a puppy face and pushes the open bag towards you. You fold your arms and try to stare down America. After a few moments, he sighs and his head droops and your expression softens, while you feel bad for upsetting him. So you roll you eyes, sigh, and reach in to the crinkly, brown paper bag. Hoping you don't get Germany, you feel around, your fingers brushing squishy, soft, bumpy, and papery textures of sizes big and small. Finally you decide like the feeling of a cool, smooth metal object with edges on a chain. You lift it out of the bag and gasp.
From across the circle, Germany
I gotta whip and I'm not afraid to use it GermanyI gotta whip and I'm not afraid to use it Germany by Mew-Ayame
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Riiiing! Riiiing! Riiiing!
You groan, hearing your cell phone blasting next to you on your nightstand. You were having such a nice dream, too! What made it so nice? It couldn't be because of the blonde-haired, G. I. Joe soldier come to life, dripping wet from splashing around, man who trains you. No, it had to be the beach water that made your dream so great...Yeah, that's it. Smirk, smirk.
Answer it? No, you'll pass on that. It's not like you didn't love watching Germany getting all pumped up and sweaty-I mean, training hard with him. But today, you just wanted some alone time. Away from the ever-so quiet Japan, flirtatious Italy, and the yum-GERMANY! You weren't going to think 'yummy', never...Besides, he was all training, no love life action. Though, it didn't mean you couldn't...admire him, right?
After being taken in by the Axis alliance a year ago, you found yourself strongly attracted to Germany. Love? Maybe yes, maybe no. You weren't sure, that could be because