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Chapter 1 - A Strange Sight

I looked around to see another mirage on the street ahead of me. It wasn’t even that hot outside but they seemed to be appearing everyplace I looked.

“Hello? Earth to (Y/N)!”

I turned to see my friend Evan waving in my face.

“Yeah sorry. I was just looking at something.” I said as I walked away with him into the small diner behind us. We quickly found a small booth and slide in waiting to order.

It was the end of the semester and I was in my last few weeks of high school. Now that all our finals were finished, I could finally relax and enjoy spending time outside again.

I looked up to the brown haired nerd in front of me. Evan had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. I couldn’t remember a single moment when we weren’t together.

“Down to the last 2 weeks of school. Finally.” He said pushing his glasses up. I smiled responding with a semi-enthusiastic answer. As we talked, I noticed the door of the diner open letting in two strangers. One of them was wearing a red plaid t-shirt with jeans while the other wore sunglasses and a black T-Shirt with a word I couldn’t exactly make out.

“And so we have to get together again. It’s been so long since we talked too… hey (Y/N) are you listening?” I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up at Evan who was giving me a questioning look.

“Y… Yeah sorry I’m just kinda tired. I stayed up last night.” I responded looking away.

“Dude you need to stop staying up so late. What were you even up to?”

“Uh… I found an old tab open on my phone and just decided to investigate it out.” I responded hesitantly.

“oooOo let me guess. Was it one of your fanfics?” Evan said teasingly.

“Shut up. It was just a phase.” I said rolling my eyes.

“Whatever,” Evan rolled his eyes and stood up. “I’m going to go use the restroom. Be right back.” I nodded and watched him as he left.

I leaned my head against my hand and grabbed the menu from the other. As I read through the choices I noticed something strange from the corner of my eye. I slowly turned to see the two strangers from earlier sitting at the bar stool on the opposite end of the diner. But something was off about them.

Rubbing my eyes I looked away noticing the same familiar sight out of the corner of my eyes. I wasn’t prepared for what I saw when I looked up.

The two strangers facial features had changed. Both had flags as faces. I blinked shaking my head. I looked away and looked back up still seeing the same thing.

No way. I thought to myself. I immediately found myself staring and looked away just in time to notice Evan making his way back to his seat.

“Hey. What I miss.” He asked sitting down.

“Uh… not much… hey um… do you see the two guys at the bar?” I asked awkwardly.

Evan looked over my shoulder and nodded. “Sunglasses and Plaid Shirt? What about them?”

I blinked at him and turned around. The two stranger’s faces were still flags. “Do… do you not see… the flags?” I asked anxiously.

“Flags? Um… no. You ok dude? I’m starting to worry about you.”

I bite my lip unsure of what to say. Evan was my friend, if there was anyone who I could talk to it was him.

“Ok look… do you remember that really old phase I had where I got into this one countryhuman fandom a couple years ago?”

As I expected, instead of laughing Evan leaned in encouraging me to go on.

“I… I think America and Canada are right behind me.” I whispered unsure of how else to say it. I looked up nervous for Evan’s response.

Evan just looked over my shoulder and back at me. He did this a couple of times until finally shaking his head, “(Y/N) look, you know I trust you but this is kinda… out there. Are you sure you’re feeling okay? The guys behind you are just two normal people.”

I looked up at Evan’s concerned eyes. Maybe I was just imagining things. “Yeah I don’t know. I’m probably hallucinating or something.”

We both fell silent as a waiter came up to us. We quickly ordered our meals and waited in silence as it arrived. The rest of the night went by quite smoothly. I was able to ignore the two “countries” behind me and enjoyed just talking to Evan.

After we finished Evan asked if I wanted him to drive me home. I declined wanting to walk home and get some fresh air.

We said our goodbyes and I watched Evan leave the diner. I looked out the window and watched him drive away until standing up to leave myself.

As I walked out I looked around at the night sky. The air was definitely refreshing. I started to walk away when I heard the door of the diner open. I glanced back to see the two countries walk out.

As much as I wanted to leave, curiosity got the better of me and I slowly walked closer hiding behind the side of the diner and eavesdropping on their conversation.

“-fifth rift in this town. Ame I’m positive there’s something going on in this town.”

“Come on Canada, you said that while we were in Iowa last week too. Let’s just hurry up and head home. You know how Britain feels about us being in the human world for longer than our patrol.”

After those words I had stopped listening. All I could hear was my heart beating furiously in my chest. Was I really going crazy? There was no way country humans were real. I snapped back into reality hearing footsteps walking away.

I looked around the corner to see America and Canada walk away from the diner and head towards the woods.

WARNING: Lotsa swearing from both reader-chan and Gilbert lmao

Tick tock. Tick tock.

God, you absolutely detested the sound of that clock. It seemed that the clock purposely made time slower, as if to spite you. You had hoped, that maybe by some miracle, math class would end faster today.

Alas, just like any other day, the clock kept at its usual slow pace.

“So, can anyone from the class explain why x is equal to 73.9?” Damn. Your teacher’s nasally voice was seriously driving you up the wall. Why was it like the world was against you today?

And as if the forces from beyond wanted to answer your question, a big paper ball suddenly hit you on the head.

“What the f—“ You started, facing backwards at the snickering figure.

“Ah, (Y/N). What a surprise! Thank you for volunteering. Would you like to explain why x is equal to 73.9?” Your teacher said, garnering the attention of every student to yourself.

Your head snapped back forward. Oh shit, you hadn’t been paying attention!

“Uhh… Yeah. It’s because when you transfer 7 over there, it equals to 75 and then you have to subtract… Umm…” You tried, grimacing at how stupid that must have sounded. You could hear the asshole who threw the ball snickering behind you.

The teacher smirked. “Well, (Y/N). Maybe next time, it would do you well to listen to your superiors when they talk, yes?”

You clenched your fists, trying to keep yourself from retorting. “Yes teacher. I apologize.”

You quickly sat back down, keeping your head down in shame. All the while, that fucking idiot was still laughing his damn annoying laugh.

“Kesesesese! That was awesome!”

You fought your desire to turn around and smack him upside the head. That motherfucking albino.

Ever since you two were in kindergarten, you both had been at each other’s throats. You couldn’t believe someone so detestable could ever exist. Back then, you were just an innocent 4 year old minding your own business, when he suddenly came up to you dropped chicken poop all over your new uniform! You had cried back then, while all he did was laugh. That day, you swore that it would be the last time he would ever see you cry.

You felt a pencil poke you in the neck. “Oy,” He whispered, whilst repeatedly poking you in the neck. “Why aren’t you crying yet, liebling?”

You ground your teeth in anger, hissing back at him. “Go away, asshole. And don’t call me liebling.”

“Aww, did I make itty-bitty (Y/N) angry? Poor baby,” He cackled, flicking the pencil painfully on your ear.

Turning calmly back at him, you gave him a soft smile. He raised an eyebrow back at you. Then, you fucking lost it.

“WILL YOU STOP THAT YOU FUCKING SOGGY ASS, POTATO LOVING, SELF-CENTERED, ANNOYING—“

“Ms. (L/N)! Detention later! No excuses!” Your teacher interrupted.

“—DICK!!”

There was a brief silence. Gilbert stared wide-eyed at you, who was still breathing heavily with anger. Then, he smirked that awful smirk of his.

“Didn’t know you were so thirsty, (Y/N).”

At that moment, you didn’t care if you were going to get suspended for almost stabbing a student to death with a pencil. All you knew was that Gilbert’s screams for mercy were worth it all.

Later on…

Tick tock. Tick tock.

Seriously, what was up with this school’s clocks? You wondered if the school ordered these clocks for their especially loud and annoying ticking.

And what made the whole situation worse? You had to sit next to the one and only Gilbert.

Yes, you were both sentenced to detention. Although, only one of you was covered with yellow cartoon bird Band-Aids.

You grinned in triumph at the beaten and slightly bloodied asshole. He was pouting and looking the other way, too scared to anger you again.

You scoffed, slightly annoyed at his pouting. It wasn’t as if this was the first time you both got physical.

Ugh, brain. That sounded kinda dirty. You mentally slapped yourself for even thinking about it like that.

You were getting kind of bored, though. The room was silent except for the incessant ticking of the clock and the occasional flip of the page coming from the teacher in charge. It was only the two of you in detention that day, so there was really no one you could have possibly talked to.

There was no way in hell you were going to start on your homework or talk to him, so you raised your hand for permission to go to the restroom.

“Ahem, teacher?” You said, the teacher glancing lazily at you. “May I go to the restroom?”

The teacher nodded. “No funny business, alright?”

You stood up slowly, stretching your tired limbs. Man, this chair was killing you. You saw from the corner of your eye that Gilbert had turned his head to watch you. You glared at him, causing him to snort and roll his eyes.

You couldn’t help but notice as you stood up that there was something wrong. Your butt felt kinda… weird? And your stomach had started to hurt for no reason.

Then, you heard Gilbert gasp beside you. Confused, you faced him.

He was covering his mouth to hold in his laughter and you could see there were tears of mirth forming around his eyes. Now you were really confused.

“What are you laughing about, red-eyes?” You snapped, starting to walk away.

In an instant, he grabbed your arm and tugged you back down to your seat.

“What the fuck is your problem, you dick?” You hissed, not wanting to alarm the teacher.

“Be quiet, over there.” The teacher said airily, not looking up from his book.

“Not to alarm you or anything, but you have a little… situation going on.” He smirked mischievously, his eyes twinkling with laughter.

You raised your eyebrows. “Oh and what is that?”

Instead of answering, he just quickly shrugged off his jacket.

“You might want to tie this around your waist, frau.”

Your eyes widened in understanding. Now you knew why you were so cranky today. Why did it have to happen today???

It felt as if your whole face was on fire. How long had that stain been on your butt? Since lunch? Oh crap, and you had presented in front of your history class just last period…

You hastily grabbed his jacket and firmly wrapped it around your waist. You rummaged through your bag and found the little wrapped package and quickly scurried off to the ladies room.

Running to the restroom, you locked the door and stared at the mirror in horror. Today was definitely not your day.

Alas, eventually you had to leave the restroom. Slinking slowly back into the room, you found that both the teacher and Gilbert had already gone home. (How long had you been there?) You scornfully tugged at the jacket around your waist, both glad and embarrassed for having to hold onto his jacket. As you went to get your things, you silently wondered how you were going to face him tomorrow.

Freshly laundered and ironed, Gilbert’s varsity jacket was neatly folded in a small paper bag. You stood awkwardly by his locker while watching the sea of students walk past. Some people stared confused at you, but they backed off once they saw the menacing look in your eyes.

Soon enough, you saw him approach alongside his two other idiot friends.

“Ohohohohon~ You should have seen the look on poor Arthur’s face!” Francis laughed, draping his arms around the other idiot, Antonio.

Antonio grinned. “Si, Lovi told me about how angry he was during the meeting.”

Gilbert laughed with Francis. “Kesesese! If I hadn’t been in stupid detention, I might’ve seen it!”

They slowed to a stop when they finally noticed you standing there.

Francis was the first to react. Swooping in like a hawk, he grabbed your hand and kissed it. “My, if it isn’t Gil’s little girlfriend! What do we owe this pleasure?”

You grimaced in disgust, kicking him in the nuts. “None of your damn business, you got it?”

You ignored the writhing Frenchman and faced the German. Or Prussian. Or whatever the fuck he was.

Antonio smiled awkwardly, “Ah, I will see if Francis is alright.” He scampered off, leaving the two of you alone.

You blushed in embarrassment, facing anywhere but at him. You really didn’t want to thank him, but you knew you had to. You offered him the bag quickly, your blush only deepening further.

“Well… Here. I cleaned it and stuff and j-just…” You stammered, fidgeting like a madwoman.

You felt Gilbert take the bag from you and you dared to peek up at him. He had a stoic look of his face, no emotion whatsoever. You looked at him properly, completely puzzled at his lack of response.

“Thanks.” That was all he said. He started walking off as you stared slack jawed at his retreating form.

“H-hold it!” You called out. He stopped, looking back at you with a raised brow.

You frowned. “Why’d you that for me… The other day?”

He looked around and saw that there was a crowd starting to form. He faced back at you and shrugged his shoulders.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Piss off, will you?” He smirked, sauntering off to find his friends.

All you did was stand there, shocked.

The only thing on your mind at that moment was:

In the drabble, if it seems weird how dream!Spain was more of a lover and real!Spain was more friendly... It's just that in my dreams Spain is really lovey-dovey but we all know how much of an idiot he in reality HAHA also pls ignore the amateur attempt at writing fluff :(

"I'm so sorry (y/n)... I know I promised you, but... It just has to be this way."

You grabbed his collar and backed him up against the wall. Your eyes were widened with fear. You silently hoped that this was some sick, twisted joke.

"You promised me no more wars, España. You promised you would stay!"

Spain shivered at your words. He knew too well what he had promised, but he had to go.

He grabbed your hands and kissed them both as tears rolled down his tan cheeks. "I'm sorry, mi amor. My country needs me."

You watched frozen as he detached himself from you and walked away.

Everything started to fog up. His figure was disappearing far too quickly.

"No... Spain... SPAIN!!!" You screamed, but your limbs refused to move. The earth was swallowing you up. There wasn't enough air. You couldn't breathe.

"Spain... Spain... Spain...." You whispered as the earth rose to your neck. "I love...!"

You gasped awake, sweat dripping out of every pore. Your bed was disheveled and you feared to think how your hair looked like. You had kicked all the pillows and blankets off the bed during your sleep. You sigh deeply, raking your fingers through your hair. You placed your other hand on your chest and tried to calm your heartbeat.

"It was just a dream..." You mumbled, staring at the hotel's blue wallpapered walls.

You could hear the thunder rumbling from the outside and you shivered slightly. You needed human warmth. No, you needed him.

You rushed out of your hotel room. You needed to human comfort, however pathetic that may be. It was silent except for the sound of your feet softly padding its way through the plush hotel carpet.

203... 204... Here we go, 205! You thought, knocking on his door without a second thought.

As you waited for him to answer, you couldn't help but think he might reject you. What if he didn't want to let you stay? What if you were just bothering him?

Anxiety nipped at your thoughts as you fidgeted outside his door. You could hear a soft groan and light footsteps coming closer to the door.

A drowsy Spaniard greeted you and you watched as his eyes fought to focus on you. He sleepily stared at you before he noticed your disheveled appearance.

"(Y/N)... What happened? Why do you look so pale? Did something happen?" He asked, immediately placing his hand on your forehead.

You blushed at the contact and tried (desperately) to ignore the fact that he looked really good without his shirt on.

"Well... You see.. I had a nightmare and---"

"Shh..." Spain hushed you, placing his finger on your lips. "Say no more. Come inside, we can talk about it tomorrow morning, si? Let’s get some sleep." He gently guided you inside and a smile graced your face. You mentally facepalmed. How silly of you to have been so anxious!

You sat on his bed and Spain tutted, silently gesturing for you to lie down.

Hesitantly, you lie down as far away from him as possible, hoping to give him some space. But almost immediately, he snaked his arms around your waist and spooned you. He hummed a soft lullaby, rubbing your arm and warming you up. You tried to keep in your sigh, but you failed.

"So... Do you want to talk about it?"

Your drowsiness was coming back, but you wanted to ask him. You wanted to make sure he wasn't going to leave you.

"Spain... Will stay with me always?" You mumbled, softening your voice in hopes of him not hearing.

"What? Of course I will! What makes you think I will leave? We are sleeping in the same bed, are we not?"

What an idiot. You turned your body and faced the confused Spaniard. You swallowed heavily and said, "I meant like... when you go to war. I don’t want you to leave me then. I don’t want you to leave me, ever.”

He raised his brow. "Why, (Y/N). If I ever go to war, wouldn’t you join me anyway? You'll always be my ally won't you? You're a strong girl. Of course I will need to rely on you!" He said, smiling at my silliness.

Your mouth gaped open, unable to speak. You hadn’t thought about that. "W-well, I..."

Spain patted your head with a smile. "Mi amiga, if this is all you are worried about, don't worry! Just go to sleep alright? I'll buy you some churros in the morning to make you feel better. I'll be here."

You stared at the smiling Spaniard and laughed. "Alright... Good night Spain."

I’m posting this drabble on here as well because this blog is slowly dying. I posted a link but here it is anyway! Enjoy~

"What do you mean you don't have any tickets left??" You screamed, slamming your hands on the poor clerk's desk.

The clerk gulped, rubbing his hands nervously. "I-i'm sorry ma'am! There's nothing I can do! The tickets for [fave band] sold out hours ago! If I could give you some, I would."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Easy girl, easy. You will not cause a scene.

"Is there any way I could find someone who is selling any tickets? You must have seen someone buying an absurd amount of tickets or something!" You said, tears threatening to fall.

There was quite a bit of a line behind you and you could hear their impatient clucks. You snapped your head back, hissing at them.

The clerk sweatdropped. "Well... There was this one kid. He actually camped out the whole night." He mumbled thoughtfully.

Your eyes widened. "REALLY? TELL ME, WHAT'S HIS NAME?" You grabbed the clerk by his collar and shook him. "TELL ME TELL ME! I NEED THOSE TICKETS!"

"AHH PLEASE DON'T ATTACK ME-- Umm... I'm not quite sure... I do remember he was kind of skinny... Brown hair? Oh! He had these weird clothes. Like, his sleeves were huge!"

You paused in your shaking and let him go. That sounded familiar... "Tell me, did he have a weird monotonous voice? And did he smell faintly of... gun powder, perhaps?"

The clerk nodded. "Exactly! He was actually pretty sketchy, to be honest."

You slapped your hand on your forehead. Of course! There is only one person in the world who would pull an asshole move and buy all the tickets to a popular show and resell it for a higher price. You ground your teeth in anger. Oh boy, you were going to kick his ass.

You nodded at the clerk. "Thanks. I think I know who it is."

You quickly leave and run over to Hong Kong's apartment. It was nearby and your anger was only making you run even faster. "When I get to him, he'll be dead before he can even try to pull a firework on me!" Yep, you loved that band so much you were willing to kill a man.

You arrived in record time and you don't even bother knocking. You slammed the door open and see Hong Kong nonchalantly sitting in his kitchen. He lazily glanced up at you with a small look of irritation.

"Wow, not even a hello?" he drawled, sipping on some hot tea. "You know, you may be pretty, but you sure are unladylike."

You blushed slightly at his compliment, but shook it off immediately. "Alright, I know what you did. Hand them over. I deserve those damn tickets!"

He raised an eyebrow. "What tickets?"

You were almost near your breaking point. "You know what I mean, jackass. I have been waiting for 3 years for [fave band] to come here and you just--"

Hong Kong stood from his chair and swiftly grabs your hand and kisses it. "My dear, no need to get so worked up! I will gladly give you these tickets, but on one condition..."

You pursed your lips in suspicion. "And what is it?"

He smirked, bringing his face so close to yours that you could see each of his eyelashes.

"Be my girl, won't you?"

You pushed him away. "What the hell? Are you on drugs?"

He advanced towards you and you backed away until you were trapped on the wall. You inhaled sharply as he grabbed your hands, leaving you no where to go.

"C'mon, I know you like me. You look like a tomato right now!" He said, his smirk only growing.

You blushed even harder. "Hell no! What makes you think--"

"Aww, (Y/N)! It isn't that hard. I'm practically offering you a pretty good deal. Tickets and chance to be with me! We both win."

You stared into his eyes and tried to see if he had some secret motive.

It was like he read your mind. "No secret motives. Just you, me and that concert. Yes?"

After a while, you sighed and agreed.

He hollered and let you go, finally giving you a chance to breathe. "Haha! Wait 'til I tell China!"

First review from this blog in a few months!  I believe this was submitted as a 'good' reader insert, so I'll take a look and see what I think!

First impression?  Hey, for once I see decent formatting and spacing.  This is promising!  As for the title, I'm sensing a drunk!England fic coming on.  This has been done a LOT, so I'm hoping that the author here has taken a new approach.  (But wow, MALE reader?  This is something I haven't seen before!)

Story under the cut!

I mean, it's always the most random, convenient situation, and I always feel bad because, in real life, there would be a 25% chance of this happening:

As he trailed his hand down your hip, beginning to slide off your pants with a hungry look about him, you gaze mournfully into his deep eyes and say- in a voice no higher than a whisper-