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 France X Reader {Dinner in Paris} ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ Laughing happily she sat down in the seat closest to her. Her two friends moving to the other chairs on the table. Thanking the waiter with a smile she looked to the menu. Deciding to come to Paris, France with her best friends for Christmas vacation was probably one of the best decisions she has made. She observed the beautiful restaurant that her friends brought her to. The floors were polished and clean, with mosaic tile, while crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a lovely glow on the gold and white decorated tables. Curtai

Every lie I tell is just dead weight Before long, I'm starting to suffocate, Hey you, wont you come and help me cut my lungs away? You knew Len Kagamine from your school. A handsome blond boy with beautiful blue eyes, golden hair that was always kept back into a neat little ponytail and a talented voice, yet he carried an aura of mystery as well. He was part of a band called Vocaloid, a group of singers who decided to put their talent towards something good at your school. One would say they were the 'cool kids' that every body wanted to be. If you didn't know at least one of them, then you weren't cool. You were just the ordinaries. Whic

           Listen as you read? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bu6VUFL7_rA&index=6&list=LLG01px4tOIpj9lwSJlwwbaw              "Bubble Pop!" woo boy neoege nal matchujinma hey boy naege deo barajinma my boy geopumcheoreom keojin mameul Bubble Bubble Bubble pop Bubble Bubble pop pop              You and Oikawa danced carelessly around the small room in nothing but your pajamas and socks, sliding around the floor countless times and almost falling on your face most of the time. But did either of you care? Of course not. Using brushes as fake microphones, you both sang to each-other as though you were doing karaoke while the song blasted at

“Ms. _______________?” “Yes?” “You fellow co-workers are at the bar again. The bar manager called.” “GREAT! Now I have to pick up those idiots again.” You said as you grabbed your house keys. “Thanks for informing me.” You said as you left out of your mansion. You were ________ _________, the personification of ___________. You usually went to those world conferences that were held in many places of the world. Luckily the latest one was held at your place. You had made many friends that were in those conferences since you first became independent from England about 50 years ago.

Games 'n' Guys - Germany 'I really need to convince Ludwig to buy some video games.' you thought as you clutch the Wii fit , the Wii, and the actual game in your hands. It's a complete struggle to raise your arm and knock on the door, praying that he'd answer it soon. And like the saint he was, Germany opened the door after the first knock and once he realized it was  you he quickly helped you out. Taking the games in his arms like it was nothing. "Engel! Why are you carrying all this stuff by yourself?" he asked , the worry and confusion evident in his voice. You huff and puff,trying to catch your breath from carrying all of your stuff a

(Random girl name here) stood shivering like a lovesick puppy looking at the bottle, then at Francis. “Is she ok?” Arthur murmured you shrugged. Francis grinned as he sauntered over to a quivering girl. He gave her a rather intense French kiss, she froze, and just stood there before fainting, Francis caught her in that romantic way they do in movies. She came to for a second and stared at him for a second, then fainted again, He grinned. “Typical reaction” He picked her up and carried her away bridal style. “Shouldn’t someone chaperone?” you asked, Japan was already hurrying after Francis. The

“What’s a girl like you doing in an apocalypse like this?” The silence was deafening. You had to remind yourself that the stillness was a good thing. No scrapes of limping, fleshless feet against the sidewalk; no groans of the undead; no snarls of a cannibalistic freak of nature within radius of your earshot. The streets were nearly empty, you were alone, and you heard nothing but the wind. This was all good. Except, it didn’t feel that way. Even with your back against the wall of an alley, a handgun in your palm, and a sword strapped to your hip, you still didn’t feel safe. You never did. You were in the mi

The gym was uncharacteristically silent, all eyes of the people present focused on a certain silver haired setter. Sugawara was biting the inside of his cheek, trying hard not to cuss or cry as he ignored the stares directed at him. Instead, he focused on his leg and the dull ache that was starting to sear his senses more and more as the seconds passed by. He had been practicing with his teammates on the court when Tanaka—who was on the opposite side of the net—decided to try for a spike. Something had gone awry and the volleyball flew in the wrong direction, hitting Sugawara with full force just above his knee. A few inches highe

You were probably the only one who fully understood him. His love. His passion. His motivation. All of those feelings, just for the water. The water was a part of his life. It was a part of your relationship. Haruka, you and the water. That's how it always was. That's how it would always be. When he saw the water, his eyes gleamed. But when he saw you, his heart raced. Like him, you loved the water as well. Not particularly swimming in it, but just the water in general. It was beautiful, crisp and clear. It reminded you of him. How it simply resembled his blank blue eyes. Whenever you looked into them, you could feel yourself falling deeper