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Tsuritama OCFirst Name: Ritsu
Middle Name: Suzume
Full Name: Ritsu Suzume Natsuya
Nickname(s): Rit-chan, Suzu, and Yun-chan
Heritage: Japanese and Italian
Language(s): Japanese and some Italian
Height: 5' (152.4 cm)
Weight: 99 lbs. (44.90 kg)
Date of Birth: December 5, 1995
Place of Birth: Japan, Tokyo, Ikebukuro East District
Current Residence: Japan, Enoshima
Skin Tone: Cream
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Auburn
Hair Style(s): Long. Usually down or in a side ponytail.
Clothing: Normally, she wears the uniform for her school. Outside of school, however, she wears a dark blue, too-big hoodie jacket and basketball shorts with tennis shoes.
Accessories: A purple flower hair-clip in her hair.
Personality: Ritsu's naturally very shy and withdrawn from most people. She lives with her mother in a seaside house not too
Papa!France x Little!Reader [Can't Sleep]((So in this one Reader-chan is about... 7.))
You lay in your bed, looking up at the ceiling. Your stuffed [Favorite Animal] held close to your chest. Maybe watching Les Miserables so close to bedtime wasn't a good idea after all. You just couldn't get the image of your father in those barricades out of your head, even though you knew he wasn't there. After a while of you trying to sleep and being plagued by nightmares, you got up and ran down to your papa's bedroom, tears streaming down your face. "Papa!" You went into his bedroom crying.
France immediately woke up at the sound of his little princess' crying and running down the hall and was standing by his bed by the time you got there. "[Name]! Mon cher! What's wrong?" He asked and went down on one knee to look you in the eyes. Seeing his precious little girl crying just broke his heart.
"Papa, I had a bad dream!" You sobbed and dropped your stuffed toy so you could hug your father tightly. "I dreamed you died in the bar
Papa!Finland x Little!Reader [Can't Sleep]The lightning flashed outside your window, causing your [e/c] eyes to snap open. You had only just gotten into bed and the thunderstorm had started. Curse Mother Nature, sometimes. The thunder boomed overhead, loud and menacing to small ears. You promptly let out a shriek of fear and grabbed your stuffed [Favorite Animal], hugging it tightly to your chest. After a few more cracks of thunder and lightning, the storm was right on top of you, and you were scared to death, with tears streaming down your face and your entire body trembling. You got out of bed, taking [favorite animal] with you and slowly making your way across your room to the door, and into the hallway. The dark hallway was almost immediately illuminated by a crack of lightning, causing you to practically scream and run down the hall to where your father was sleeping.
When you reached the door, it flew open and revealed a very worried looking Finland. "Oh, [Name]! Are you alright?!" He kneeled down in front of you an
ANOTHER Hetalia OCHetalia: Axis Powers Character Information
Name (last, first): Héderváry Erzsébet, Claire
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Birthday: June 21st, 1200
Life Story: Erzsi was found just off the coast of Germany by Hungary and was taken in as a little sister. Ever since then she's been under Hungary's rule.
Personality: Erzsébet's a lot like her sister. She's friendly, funny, and sweet, but make her mad and she'll kill you. She's got a strange sense of humor and is a yaoi fan, just like her big sister.
Good Habit(s): Not afraid to stand up for herself, Confident, Friendly, Funny, and Likes People
Bad Habit(s): Over-Protective, Tends to get violent when provoked
Hetalia Headcanons--Sweden((PLEASE DON'T FLAME ME FOR MY HEADCANONS. IF YOU DO I WILL FEED YOU TO MOCHIMERICA :I))
1. There was a time when he and Denmark were best friends
2. His ears are like e-zones
3. He used to hack into computers a lot.
4. Surprisingly, he's the one that cries the easiest.
5. He's really shy, which is why he doesn't speak much.
6. He suffers from Catagelophobia.
7. He has a beautiful singing voice, he just hardly sings because he's self-conscious.
8. He's excellent at ballroom dancing.
9. He doesn't like talking directly to people, he prefers inderect forms of talking like IMing and texting.
10. When Greenland was little he used to tell her stories.
11. He's an excellent wood worker.
12. He only drinks when he's extremely stressed.
13. He wears glasses because Denmark hit him in the head and messed up his vision ((He hit him pretty hard.))
14. He's not a very heavy sleeper.
15. Only Denmark and Greenland can tell when he's really mad.
16. There was one point where he took abuse from Denma
Papa!Rome x Little!Reader [Can't Sleep]You tossed and turned in your bed, trying to get comfortable amid all the blankets and pillows. Just when you thought you had gotten comfortable, the pillow would slip down again and you'd be forced to sit up and fix it. Eventually, after hours of you just laying in bed trying to get comfy, you grabbed your stuffed [Favorite Animal] and walked to your papa's bedroom.
Rome was sleeping quite soundly, from what you could tell. You always told your big brother's Lovino and Feliciano that he snored like a really loud tractor, which never failed to make even the grumpy Southern Italian laugh. When you reached Rome's bedroom, you were sure your eardrums were going to burst, he was snoring so loudly.
You opened the door quietly-not that you needed to, Rome is a heavy sleeper-and peeked in at your sleeping papa. You giggled a little when you saw him curled up on his side hugging a pillow and smiling like a five year old. You walked up to the tall bed and threw your stuffed [F/A] on
AlliesxReader United We Stand [P7 of 15]((Geez, I'm really slow at getting these out. I promise part eight will be out today and parts nine and ten will come out sometime tomorrow. Hopefully. I have Totus Tuus tomorrow, so we'll see how that goes.))
(Name) was almost crushed in Russia's hug, but laughed and smiled anyways. "Thanks, Russia, but I can barely breathe." She said as calmly as she could. When Russia let go, she moved her arms and took a deep breath, then laughed again. "Gosh, you guys. I love all of you." She said and shook her head slightly.
America smiled and clapped (Name) on the back happily. "Good! We all love you too, (Name)! Bro, you're the coolest!" He said and laughed lightly, pulling (Name) in for a one-armed hug-which was also really tight, so you felt like your arm was breaking. HA >D-and held her there. "We totally gotta stop fighting guys." He told the rest of the group.
England and China exchanged looks with each other, then with France and Russia, and they all nodded. "I agree.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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