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Chapter 29 Resentment “Wow… (Name), I didn’t know you had it in you.” Whistled Matthias as he stood over Alfred, watching as the American was brought back to his senses after being punched by the girl. “Damn, girl! You pack a real punch!” Exclaimed Feliks as he joined his friend by her side as she was still shaking her hand. “Maybe, doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt…” She muttered, curling her fingers over and over to make sure she didn’t break any of them. Matthew chuckled from beside her as he went to go help his brother up. “What can you do, though? It isn’t

Nordics x Reader: Pity Party (songfic) Theme #5: Fake -------------------- 'I guess they're a bunch of fakes after all.' You checked your phone if there are new messages to your popular friends, your friends from the Nordic regions. They promised that they will go to your house and play games like Super Smash Brother or Mortal Kombat or any game that you wished. But, it seems that it all vanished into dust. Did my invitations disappear? Why'd I put my heart on every cursive letter? Tell me why the hell no one is here Tell me what to do to make it all feel better You wiped the tears that welled up in your eyes, you must be strong, though

    "[Name]."    You slowly opened your eyes and found yourself standing in an endless field of flowers. Sunflowers, to be exact. It reminded you of someone. That someone was Russia, or Ivan Braginsky. In fact, you swore you heard his voice call out for you.    "[Name]," you heard the voice call out for you again.    "Yes?" you said out loud. You looked around you and just saw an endless sight of sunflowers. In the distance, you saw a tan figure standing in a large patch of sunflowers. Something waved around it, from which it looked like arms from the way you looked at it. The longer you looked at the figure, the urge for you to run tow

Prologue~ What does it mean to be the 'World'? To know every nation, Who lasted and who dissolved? To know every human, Who died and who still lived? To know every single history event, Even if it was good or bad? To know every emotion it bares, Even if it was anger or happiness..? . . . . . "Really?" You asked your friend after an exam you and your whole school had just written, surprised. It wasn't an ordinary exam any school would have. No one could slack away, because every single student needed to write it. It was for this one Academy, called World Academy, where only 'special' students could go. You didn't have an idea it was for i