RandomAmethyst

~~~~This is part of a series so READ THE INTRO~~~~~~~~~    My day wasn't going as I expected it to. When I woke up this morning I was prepared for another boring day of work at the bookstore, when I bumped into this guy who made the poor decision to wear dark sunglasses even though it was about to rain. I had asked if he was okay, when he grabbed my wrist, dragged me into a limo, with what I'm pretty sure was an illegally dark tint on the windows, and ordered the driver to hit the gas. The man I had mentally dubbed as 'Sunglasses' started to explain that I was the soulmate of an immortal personification of a country.    Originally I had sa

I eagerly grabbed the manual and opened it, because I honestly couldn’t wait to activate my hetaloid. I skimmed over the boring fluff and finally found the directions.    “To activate your Italy Hetaloid please do one of the following options; make pasta and set it out in front of him, ask for a hug, or pull his curl.” I re-read the instructions to make sure that I hadn’t misread any of that. I shrugged and handed the manual off to my mom before opening his box.    “Alright, let’s do this thing.” I said before reaching my arms out as if I was going for a hug. “Hey Italy, can I have a hug?

    I let mom go ahead and read through the manual because I was too curious about my hetaloid to be able to pay attention to the instructions. I carefully took the lid off the crate and peered in to see a mop of blonde hair. I felt my smile grow and continued to look at the crate's contents. I saw what looked like a pure white fluffy soccer ball. I reached over and picked it up only to have it move. I jumped and almost dropped it when I realized that it was the polar bear that the Canada models came with. It must've woken up because once it stretched out, it looked at me and tilted it's head to the side while giving me a confused look.    "

    It was a cold and rainy day when one of the infamous world meetings was called to order. The countries of the world sat in their respective seats, all in a varying states of confusion. They were all confused as to why their respective bosses had practically ordered them all to have a meeting. They had all originally planned to have a meeting the following week, but the countries had all received phone calls the previous day that the plans had been changed. What was even more confusing for them was that their bosses had also told the countries that they would be attending as well. This caused them all to be on edge, especially since the ad

    I allowed my mom to hold it and just peered over her shoulder. I had done a light skim of the page, but she was reading every word. From what the instructions had told me so far, my new hetaloid could get pretty grumpy and that I shouldn't let him in the kitchen. I blinked a couple of times as I wondered what the hell he would do if I did let him make whatever it is that he wanted to eat. I got a bit impatient with my mom's reading pace so I just decided to go and check him out. As I crouched down and got to be level with his face, my first thought was Damn, this thing has some seriously huge eyebrows. I'd heard that they were rather larg

     I opened the manual and was about to start reading how to start it, when my Mom reached over and grabbed it from my hands. I rolled my eyes and just decided to check the Hetaloid out seeing as once we woke it up, it would be awake and active 24/7. I crouched down until I was face to face with it and I couldn't help but look like a awe struck child. My mom had decided to get me the America Hetaloid and I was curious as to how we would get along. I cocked my head as I looked at his shiny blonde hair, and that funny curl that stuck straight up. His glasses ended up being a little crooked, probably from being moved to my porch. I reached out

    I sighed and squeezed my eyes shut seeing as I just really didn't feel like getting out of bed today. I know that I'm supposed to be all happy and energetic seeing as it's my birthday and all, but I had stayed up until one A.M. watching Netflix. My phone suddenly started to ring and I gave it a half hearted glare. I let it continue it's joyful (annoying) little tune before groaning and finally answering it. As soon as I did, a horribly out of tune 'Happy Birthday' was sung.    "Morning Mom." I mumbled once she had sung the last verse. It's been about a year since I moved out and I knew that she was going to be coming over soon because s

     I sighed as I walked up to the door of the Nordic five’s house. Denmark had called me and said that something bad had happened to one of Norway’s spells. I rang the doorbell and heard someone, most likely Denmark, yelling that they would get it. It swung open to reveal the predicted nordic.    “(Y/n)! Thank god you’re here! Lukas has gone all sorts of nutty and we can’t keep him calm.” He said as he grabbed me by the wrist and yanked me through the door. I opened my mouth to make a sharp retort when I heard the sound of metal hitting metal? I looked closer at Denmark and saw that he had dark circles

     He took my hand, but what he did next completely caught me off guard. He yanked me forward, causing me to crash into his chest. After he gave me a hug, he pulled away and kissed me on both of my cheeks. Now, I am not used to boys showing affection so at the end of his little act, I was as red as a stop sign.    “W-well that was different.” I muttered while having a staring contest with the floor. I heard the boy giggle before something poked my cheek. When I looked up I my (E/c) hues met with his honey colored ones.    “Ciao bella! E 'bello conoscerti, io sono Feliciano Vargas.” I cocked my head to the side as

Legend:    (B/F/R) = best friend’s ringtone                 (B/F/N)=best friend’s name                 (Y/f/n)= your first name                  (Y/l/n)=Your last name    I jumped awake as my phone’s ringtone started blaring (B/F/R). I groaned as I reluctantly picked it up and pressed the shining green button.    “What do you waaannnt?” I asked while running my free hand through my (H/C) hair. I looked at the time and my existing frown increased. “(B/F/N) it's four in the fucking morning. This better be important.”    “I know, but I couldn’t wait!” She squeaked excitedly.