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Natalya tugged at the skirt of the new dress her sister had bought for her the other day. It was a spaghetti strap dress, pink with cute, white flowers at the bottom of the skirt and a little pink bow on her chest, it lightly touched her knees, in her hair was her usual white bow and on her feet were white doll shoes. All in all, she looked adorable. “I look ridiculous, I feel ridiculous,” she mumbled to herself as she examined herself in her full body mirror. Katyusha came into the room and squealed on how cute her sister looked. “Oh, you look like a little doll!” “And that’s the last thing I wanna loo

KEY (Y/n)=Your Name. (L/n)=Last Name. (E/c)=Eye Colour. (H/c)=Hair Colour. (F/c)=Favourite Colour. It was a regular Saturday night for (Y/n) (L/n). Regular meaning that he would be heading to his favourite Nightclub, it's name: Club Dusk-Walker. You could say that it's a rather odd name for a club, but what was more strange was that it actually opened at dusk and shut about an hour before dawn. (Y/n) didn't really know why the club was named that but he didn't really mind. One reason he went as often as he did was because his old friend Alfred Jones works there as a bartender and had invited him to the opening night some few years a

Belarus was walking alone down the sidewalk. Quite angry at something, probably because she got rejected by her big brother, Russia, again. "Ugh... I'm hungry..." She sighed as she held her stomach with a worried face. She then looked right to see a diner. "Hm... that would do I guess..." She sighed as she started to head to the diner. She enters the diner to see a load of people sitting, eating, enjoying their time. Which was probably difficult since the diner only had one waiter. He had (h/c) hair, stood around (height in ft) foot tall, and was devilishly handsome. He turned to ber direction and smiled. She gave a slight blush before si

Natalya's POV: Once again, you were waiting for your big brother to come home. All you wanted was his care and attention. He always seemed to avoid you, but that will all change... "Natalya? Ivan is here." Yakaterina said softly, knocking on the door of your room. You quickly opened the door. "Does this outfit look okay?" You asked your sister. "You look... good." She laughed nervously. "It's not like you normally wear light coloured clothes." She placed a hand on your shoulder and smiled. "I'm sure they'll love it." "They'll love it?" You glared at Yakaterina. "Just come with me..." She said as she dragged you along with her. You heard I

Pairing : Belarus x Male!Reader So I wrote this in, like, half an hour, so the spelling isn't going to be that good. The only reason I really wrote this was because I had a image from this stuck in my mind for a few days and I didn't want to forget it. Feel free to correct me on any misspelled words. Also, just as a heads up, Belarus is (in my opinion) acting a little OOC. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ To the relm of FanFiction ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I let out a short sigh as I looked out the window, watching the rain. Then looked back up at the teacher, who was currently grading. She was supposed to let me out fi- six minutes ago, but I wasn’t about to go tell her

"Зласлівы дэман! Адыдзіце ад старэйшага брата Расію!" A thick, feminine Belarusian accent screeched, a knife was promptly thrown at my face. I yelp and duck behind a thick snow bank, I turn to see Lithuania's slender, ever shaking form beside me, his wide copper brown eyes staring at a barrage of knives sailing over our heads and landing in a nearby tree. I sigh. This was a normal occurren

Aye, it’s Bela. You’re a country, make one up, etc. The idea was created by the resident Panamanian ~Frozarc (https://www.deviantart.com/frozarc). ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// “So, she’s got some sort of Obsessive Love Disorder?” “That’s one way to put it…” You were talking with England about Belarus and so far you’d been told she was deranged and obsessed with her own brother. You were worryingly intrigued in her

Key (Y/n)= Your name. (e/c)=Eye colour. (h/c)=Hair colour. (f/c)=favourite colour. As you sat on the bench at the local park you couldn't help but smile knowing who would be showing up soon. Clad in your best jeans, favourite shoes and your (f/c) shirt you watched the sun slowly descend over the horizon. You let out a content sigh before muttering to yourself "Won't be long now... " Your mind slips you back to three years prior. === Flashback brought to you by (Y/n) === It was your seventh week working at the new fast-food restaurant in town and as was often the case with the late shift: you were cleaning the tables outside the main