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Wedding-Crack."And do you, Mr Faucet pipe, take Herr Stick to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
The priest, not getting an answer, looked down to the sobbing Russian man, who managed to compose himself enough to utter "He say yes", before breaking down into (manly) tears.
Japan shifted in his seat. He understood little of what or why was happening, but hadn't wanted to offend Ludwig with his invitation to such a "joyous" occasion.
After Ivan (Japan had never seen him cry before. The whole thing was very disturbing) had "translated" for Mr Faucet pipe, Germany, burst into a series of very unmanly sobs.
Kiku needed to get some new friends.
"Then I pronounce you Faucet and wife"
The priest, having done what he had been paid a hefty price to do, hurried out of the church and away from these most likely insane people.
The German and Russian then looked over at each other, and with cries of "мой друг!" and "mien freund!" embraced.
Hungary got her camera ou
Death At First Sight Ch 4 Vampire!RomaniaxReader
You slowly slipped out of Romania's grasp and out the door of your room and then out of the house. You ran into the woods, faster than you ever thought you could run and stopped to rest at a nearby tree.
"Finally..got away.." You panted. You looked up when you heard rustling. A squirrel bounded out of the bushed. You sighed, relived and continued to walk.
"Now all I have to do is find my old hotel, gather my things, and leave for home." You said to yourself as started to walk down the path, trying to ignore the knot of pain of hunger in your body.
"What the hell am I going to eat?" You thought. "I could've eaten that squirrel..wait what am I saying?!" You contined to walk, and stopped to rest at a nearby tree. You panted a bit, and saw a racoon crawl in front of you. You felt the urge for blood, and lunged at the racoon, missing it by a hair." I did not just do that.." You mumbled, sitting down against the tree and putting your head in your hands. "What is wrong with me?" You thought.
Pirate UK X Reader - Inter. Story Ch. 3PLEASE READ ARTIST'S COMMENTS!
"Hurry up!" he demanded, grabbing you by the back of your shirt and pulling you out of the cell. The man dragged you to the exit door and threw you onto the main deck. You fell to the ground scrapping your knees and smacking your face on the hard ground. You lifted your head and were face to face with more mucky looking men. You could feel your stomach turn just by looking at them, but then soon came to realization.
You were on a pirate's ship!
How in the hell did you wind up, captured on a pirate's ship? You quickly thought back to try and remember when you encountered when a light bulb went off. The anonymous ship you saw was in fact a pirate ship, not something that was just abandoned. You mentally kicked yourself for being stupid for walking into this situation.
"Hurry up!" the dirty pirate yelled again, picking you up by the hair, making you winces, but held in a cry to try and not appear weak.
"Let me go!" you growled, squirming arou
Italian Portals Guideance 2p! Italy and Reader p9I do not own Portal 2 or Hetalia, nor you or 2p Italy
After lots of tests, and some retarded revenge motives against GlaDOS. You went to Chamber 21. As you went in, GlaDOS was talking about confetti. You weren't paying attention to it cause, you wanted to find a new way to (Bad words Only being safe for children) her off. In the room their was a big light made bridge and you saw a button in the corner of the upper corner wall near the ceiling. You put you blue portal on the white panel, where the light-made bridge was, and put an orange one. On another white panel, and you pressed the button, when the cube dropped from its cage. You did something that would really tick GlaDOS off. You got your Ipod/Iphone out of your (Fav color) Jumpsuit, and played the MOST STUPIDEST SONG ON THE PLANET!!!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LK_eeJX02rU&feature=BFa&list=HL1347541123 (This vid
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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