HanaBark

    Dude! Bella here to write another story. This will be seven minutes in heaven with Hetalia. I'll see you guys at the bottom!      You were currently sitting on Alfred's chair. He practically dragged you to one of his 'awesome' party as he said. You looked around the room to find drunk people, dancing people, and many others. You were drinking your [favourite beverage] when you saw Alfred sneakily 'pick-pocketed' other things from people without their knowledge. You set your [favourite beverage] down on the coffee table before walking towards him.    "Dude, why aren't you let me be part of this?" you asked as you tapped his shoulder. H

Well so i'm starting a series called '60 minutes in heaven' Hetalia edition! what it's all about is you're at a party with every single country even the 2ps and everyone but you (reader) has put an item in a hat and you must pick a item from the hat then you get '60 minutes in heaven' with your dream guy or even girl perhaps... These are your characters:

~Exchange Student~       Ten minutes. Just ten more minutes and you’re free. Keep hoping the teacher doesn’t call on you... That’s right... There are 1 in 30 chances to go to the blackboard. Maybe today is your lucky day. Maybe…     “Miss [L/N], would you be kind and come to the blackboard to show us the solving of problem number 5?” the teacher called on you, breaking the chain of your thoughts. Yeah, maybe it wasn’t that of a lucky day.     “Sure, sir.” Stepped forward with the book in your hand, reading the problem in

There was a horrible storm outside. The sky was almost pitch back because of the thick thunderclouds and rain was pouring down like the gods themselves were crying for some kind of lost. The group of dark and very dangerous men were stuck inside a abandoned mansion. The situation was almost like straight from the horror movie. They were all on the edge and could have just jumped on each others throats… But luckily there was a group of girls who instead of hating each other like men did liked others. When men were trying to slit each others throats the girls were having a civilized conversation how ridiculous their little groups were be

"I think someone from our dear Axis should go now, hm? How does that sound?" Flavio asked and made his way to your little girls group, while shaking his hips like a runaway model. You glanced quickly you girl friends from your Axis group and they glanced back at you. You were already plotting who you should push in front when suddenly you felt Flavio grab your arm and pull you in front. "You should go pretty raggazza! I'd love to see you accompanying one of those Allies to the closet and maybe even have a good time in there~?" the Italian asked and wiggled his eyebrow at you. You gave him 'Are you serious?' look and flipped your hair over yo

A fever of 38.89 Celsius was to be expected after a full day of wrestling crocodiles in the pouring down rain. The near incessant coughing, sneezing and headaches were also to be expected. What was not expected, and took the Australian entirely by surprise, was the sight of his best mate standing on his front porch the morning of the second day of his illness, dressed only in a pair of worn pajamas to stave off the chill the wind and rain had created. "Crikey [Name]!" Jett exclaimed as loudly as his sore throat would permit, "what in devil's name are you doin' 'ere?" "I...well I..." The smaller male flushed and averted his gaze, his sentence

"None of these people really understand me there not really my friends."You though walking with a group of giggling girl and asshole guys. You were one of the most popular guys in school everyone wanted to be friends with you but they weren't really friend. You continued to fake a smile act like you enjoyed having them around. Just as you past the libary someone pumped into you and dropped the books he was caring. "Sorry." You said helping him pick them up. "No I'm sorry, it was my fault." A soft sad voice said you looked up to be met with violet eye peering through a pair of glasses. For a moment your heart skipped a beat. "The names (y/

You pulled your hand out and looked at your palm. It was.... A plastic spork? You looked at the item confusedly, then glanced up at Alfred, about to ask him who would put that in the hat. At that very moment, a body collided with yours, hugging you tightly. “Ve~ (Name) got my item!” He chirped, squeezing you a little. You looked down at him to check who it was, not surprised to see the clinging italian Feliciano holding on to you. “Come on lets go~!” He grinned, grabbing your hand and yanking you along. “Woah--!” You yelped, stumbling as you were almost dragged. That little bugger was stronger than he

You pulled your hand out and looked at your palm. It was.... A small bear key-chain. You smiled softly at the thing. It was so cute and small, white as pure snow, fluffy as an actual bear, and had a tiny red maple leaf sewn to its belly instead of the usual stomach patches you would see. You knew exactly who this belonged to… You glanced around for the cute little Canadian, unable to spot him in the circle of people. You turned back, seeing him standing in front of you with a cute little pink tinge to his cheeks. You handed back the key chain, heading towards the closet with him beside you. “Right you two! No funny business~!&

  You grabbed hold of the crumbly dusty thingy, pulling it out and letting it rest on your palm. It looked like a lump of coal, but you could tell from the smell that it wasn't. Coal didn't usually smell burnt right? No-- Therefore it must be England's cooking. You looked up as Arthur called out a quick "that's mine" before going over to you. Just to your luck-- It had to be him. You had harboured a little crush for the Brit for about a year now. He was so sweet and kind to you, and he seemed to smile more than he did around other people. He may not be the best cook but hey-- you admired his perseverance. You looked at him as he stood beside