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Disneyland with a side of pancakes.Oneshot Crack!Hetalia Fanfiction Requested by Robyn Prompt: :bulletblack: Snapped!Canada :bulletblack: Prussia :bulletblack: Germany :bulletblack: Disneyland :bulletblack: Mini Skirt :bulletblack: Belarus :bulletblack: Lamp :bulletblack: America gettting hit in the face ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~X~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Come on Mattie…" A blonde American with bright blue eyes whined at another man sitting next to him. "I don't want to go on the roller coaster Alfred." An almost identical looking Canadian with light purple eyes and slightly longer, wavy hair replied. "Please…" Alfred

The BetAmerica x Canada I sat quietly on a leather couch casually tapping my fingers on the armrest. Warm sunlight crept its way through the opening in the curtains and gently warmed the right side of my face. Above me the room was lit by long tubes with fluorescent light bulbs carefully tucked inside. My eyes glanced over to the large oak door, my mind wondering if I could escape silently through there. Shaking my head I turned my attention back to the two men arguing like children in front of me. One was an average height British male with short sandy gold hair, bushy eyebrows, and bright green eyes. He was dressed in a matching green jack

One Little PiercingAmerica x Canada I sat in a board room all by myself steadily drumming my fingers on the table to my right. Knowing last time I had been late I came extra early to save myself from the embarrassment. I started flicking my tongue against my teeth absentmindedly and heard an unusual clicking sound of metal. Laughing quietly I remembered it was my new tongue ring that I had gotten a couple months back. Even though it had been healed for quite some time I still couldn't seem to realize it was there. Shaking my head I figured it was because I never thought I'd ever get something like that. I had been slightly intoxicated one n

Forgotten MemoriesAmerica x CanadaChapter 2 I struggled to open my heavy eyelids. My eyes quickly adjusted to my surroundings.  I was alone in a dark unfamiliar place. Glancing around there was only blackness. A noise to my right startled me. Suddenly a figure was walking towards me. Fear found its way into my mind as the shadow grew closer. I tried to run but my legs felt cemented to the ground. Letting out a sigh, I realized it was the man who had looked like me; the one I had thought was lying in the bed unconscious. My eyes searched for the wounds and bandages he had been sporting earlier. I tipped my head in confusion as he lo

Forgotten MemoriesAmerica x CanadaChapter 1 My heart pounded loudly in my ears as if it were inside my skull. Pain flooded throughout my chest as my oxygen starved lungs tightened desperately searching for air. I could feel something wet dripping down my bright red cheeks and I almost stopped to see if it was sweat or tears. Probably both, I decided as I continued fleeing. My overworked muscles screamed but my terrified mind wouldn't let me quit running through the pine trees. Branches battered me as I pressed on, leaving bright red scratches on my face and arms. I knew I couldn't carry on much longer before I collapsed but I felt their over

SpiritedChapter 2 I dawdled behind Andrea, observing everything around us. Stopping to smell some purple flowers Andrea shot me a dirty look. Rolling my eyes I groaned and started after her again. Watching my friend I noted the way she walked, so confident and delicate, like a ballerina but one with a machine gun. I stopped and laughed at my metaphor before glancing down at my stride. It was less confident, more to the side and kind of clumsy. My feet could easily trip over anything in their way without another thought. Although feet can't think, so I laughed off that thought too. A meow startled me out of my daydreaming and I looked around

SpiritedChapter 1 Morning sun danced across my eyes as I dragged my blanket over my head. Groaning, I wished for sleep to overtake me once again and curled into a tight ball cuddling my pillow. Moving my hand to get a better grip, I felt something wet brush over my skin. Wiping my face with my sleeve I rolled away from the puddle of drool that had escaped while I slept. Hearing noises from downstairs I pulled my pillow over my head ignoring the dampness of it, and let out a pitiful moan. Hearing footsteps starting up our wooden stairs I willed for them to go away. Knowing they wouldn't, I heard them stop in front of my door before the handle