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RomaniaxReader chapter 2
So many questions bother you right now and you just want answers. You sit on the window, wind blowing your ___ hair.
'Who am I? Why am I here? Where am I?'
As the hours passed by you could recall your plain flight, the hotel room, your house and even the stranger who took you in his home.
You should be angry one hm, hate him, but you can't.
The door opened and the Lord walked in. It was him.
'Bună dimineața, rază de soare!*
'Good morning' you replay.
'How do you feel?'
'Actually very well.'
'I am Vlad- Stefan, what's your name?'
'My name is ___ ___.'
'You aren't Romanian, are you?'
'No, I am from___'
Vlad smiled and kissed the top of your hand. 'A pleasure to meet you...'
You blushed but tried t hide it.
'It's almost midday, you can inspect your land later,
RussiaxKazakhstanI am sorry for being so late! I have been a lazy ass/ haven't got time.
Russia liked Kaza for quite a while now, but didn't know onto tell him or if Kaza would ever feel the same and return the love.
Ivan walks on the road, holding his hands in his pockets. it gets colder and colder outside, even for him. With the blink of an eye, he spots a man.
'Hallo!' Russia waves.
'Hay Ivan!' Kaza, the man, waves back.
'What are you doing?'
'Getting bored!' he exclaimed.
'Let's play the Russian Roulette.' Ivan smiled softly.
'The game when always someone loses his life? No, thanks.'
'Fine, poker shall be, then.'
Kaza followed the grinning Russian until his house, took off his coat and got the cards.
'5 of 8?''Sure!'
'And who wins must tell the other how he feels about him.' 'Ok, I'll win!' Kaza smiled.
Shit! in what the fuck did he put himself in? Ivan won the first 3 and last 3, meaning that Kazakhstan loses.
'Come here, da?'
Ivan placed him on his own lap
SwedenReaderSweden belongs to Hiamaruya Hidekaz, 2003.
You (year of birth) belong to Sweden, a.k.a. Berwald Oxenstierna
Story belongs to me, a.k.a.:iconvampyremisa::iconAskConstanta:.
Derp... tomorrow school starts...:iconfacedeskplz:
You were in Sweden. You loved the country. The winters were cold and summer temperatures never reached over 25 degrees Celsius. It was perfect for you, since you loved the snow. Stockholm was a very special place for you since that was the place where you met a wonderful tall man. He had blue eyes and blonde hair. His accent- unique.
He was your best friend.
You moved into a new house, but you disliked the furniture. So you ad to visit the great and well-known furniture magazine...IKEA...
You stepped inside. It was big and coloured in yellow and blue, same colours founded on Sweden's flag. The colours you loved.
Not after long you remembered that you have to walk to a meeting at 4 o'clock. You had to meet your new business mate. You were nervous about it because you
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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