Whoop whoop, So i've read quite a few of these scenario stories and decided to do some for some of the Latin American countries, So hope you enjoy.I don't own Hetalia nor the actual characters But I do own the personification of said nations.
Hey! I'm Lauren.This book created by TryUnderWear, is gonna be great!I basically am just a normal girl.No...I am different...I am bullied by my role models, my youtube favorites, Minecraft youtubers- Team Crafted and friends.They push me down to the ground!Using words, violence, and anything else.But will my world come to an end...Or will I survive!?
"America...are you okay?"Ever since America snapped while taking care of 64 kids she's been wearing her sunglasses way too often. It concerned everyone. But when Russia noticed it some things...changed.IMPORTANT!!I am currently going through a horrible crisis in life so I currently have paused the book I'm so sorry guys
"I played a part here, a part a lot of us played. We weren't important, we weren't rich, and we weren't unique, we had no future. At youth, we were separated between two schools, the children who had a future, and the ones who didn't. They wouldn't tell us how they decided that though, we both had geniuses and we both had idiots. We were separated between two lives, the children who will survive, and ones who won't." Belle McKinnon is different. Of course, in a world where you are separated by how special you are, you must be more than just different. Children are segregated, tested, and given borders that they can't cross. If you are normal, you live on the Second Side. If you are special, you live on the First Side. Belle McKinnon on the other hand, has accidentally tricked the system. When she is thrown into the First side after growing up normal, she discovers something that had been instilled in every McKinnon before her. She is special.
REQUESTS: On Hiatus!! Edit: Originally, I had this as a sad/fight imagines book, but now it's a normal, happy, sad, angst, etc. Will right any kind! (I do not promote racism, sexism, or discrimination of any kind, so those are prohibited!)
"You're a jagged little pill aren't you?" Clay huffed. He swung his taser again, only to stumble into the empty spot where the elusive Wild Rose had just been. "It's not as if you've given me the chance to be anything else but." Her retort and smirk played with his oddly flirtatious attempt at catching her unaware. She thought she saw a blush rise to his cheeks. ... The Wildflowers are three vigilantes who have been targeted by a syndicate of assassins and mercenaries for preventing their recent attempt at bombing a newly opened train station. Dandelion (Opal Collins, 21), the leader, Forget-Me-Not (Diane Russell, 19) Opal's second, and Wild Rose (Rosemund Park, 18) the rooky. Each are assigned to an assassin who's mission is to bring them back dead or alive.A/N: I started writing this back in 2019, look how the time has flownπ it's based on a dream I had so I hope it's as fun to read for everyone as it was as fun for me to write!
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THIS STORY IS ON HOLD. HAS TO BE REWRITTEN. STAY TUNED!I was barely eight when he took me in that one cold winter night. With his many years on this earth, I was an infant compared to him, and that clearly showed with the way he treated me like if I was his little brother. I was thick headed and stubborn, when the house cleaners told me to stop looking at him like he was my world, he was my world after all. After my mom died from the shipwreck and the mystery of my dad never showing after said shipwreck, I had no one to go, he was the one that took me in, he were my anchor, but also my storm. He made me dizzy with the way he ruled his kingdom with a flick of his hand, using his deep but soothing and commanding voice. He had it all, looks, loyalty and leadership. And women, he had a lot of women too. Beautiful and luscious big-mouthed women jumping and kissing his feet like he was their God. And in a way, he were. He was the leader, the superior of the 100 or so members of this vampire clan. And I couldn't help but fall in love with the man I could never have. My traitorous heart wouldn't have no other than him. And I accepted it. Copyright Β©, LadyAriya, 2015.