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Chapter Two: Running into Mister Mystery        I sat there staring off into space as the nightmare I had kept replaying in my mind, over and over again. It was like a never ending pain throbbing in my head. I rubbed my temples as I allowed a low sigh to escape from my lips. Trying to shake off the painful looking death of the "Older" me, I lifted my head up to see Dad cursing to himself as he accidentally burnt his finger from the hot pan. "Bloody hell..." He said under his breath. I got off the chair and held his finger to examine the small burn on his index finger. "You really have to be careful around the stove dad." I managed to put on

Chapter One: 10 Years Later        _____ was 16 years old now, growing and developing as a healthy and strong country with England, her big brother figure. She learned about her biological mother and father, but didn't want to go back to them because she wanted to pursue her goal as a strong, united country like her uncle, America and Canada. _____ became very close to her Uncle Alfie (America) and Uncle Mattie (Canada), and wanted to become physically and mentally strong to lead her country one day, __made up country name ____ was her country's name. Oh how she loved to imagine herself in the World Meetings that England tells her about so

Prologue:        *Bzzzzz Bzzzzzz Bzzzzzzz* The sound of England's doorbell was heard throughout his home as he walked over groggily to answer it. He opened the door to see no one there, but before he was about to shut the door, he saw a small, frail child, about 5 or 6 years old, in a basket with a note which read: ​        "To the country who reads this....        I cannot take care of my daughter ___...she was cursed to become a country and.. my heart cannot handle that. Please see to taking care of her. She needs the wisdom of a great country like you and the strength of one. I know that one day she will become a strong country, a

 Jean Kirstein X Reader ~ <3                "D-Don't you dare leave me Y/N!! Remember our promise?! Wake up please!!" Jean yelled in your ear as he held your lifeless body close to him for the very last time. "First Marco, and now you?! Don't leave me Y-Y/n! You're all that I have! P-please...You promised to come back alive..Y/n..." He sobbed into your cold chest and saw life escape your body as you became limp, finally dead in his arms. "N-No..NO..NO!!" Jean's cries became louder and louder, gasping raspy for air as he tried to catch his breath. He buried his face in your pale neck and memories of you and Jean flashed around his mind.