AmeriPan fluff :Hetalia Yaoi:America stared, fear-struck and teary-eyed, down at his friend. His friend, Japan, had become seriously injured then nearly drowned. He was in the hospital, covered in bandages. The younger country kept an eye on the older one, as in the last few days, his health had began heading further and further south.The Blonde had himself endured some damage, but it was not nearly as bad as the noirette's. The hero tried to live up to his self proclaimed title, helping aid the injured country in very way possible.As his friend rested, something he himself much needed to do, America sighed, left a note where it would be seen, and left.The next morning, when the weak country saw his friend was gone, was curious. Then he saw the note, and, upon reading it, his eye's welled up."Kiku,This time I will be a hero.I will be your hero.In Eternity,Alfred F. Jones."
Insane!England x Insane!Reader I sat on the floor in the hospital ward. A few patients sat around me. I came here, with no one who knew my pain, no one understood me. The day I was put in here was the worst of my life. One week later, a new patient came into the mental ward, he had the same problem as me. His name was Arthur Kirkland. About a month ago, he was taken out of the mental ward and put into this place called the "quiet room". He left because he kept having nightmares about the monsters coming to get him every night. I could see what he saw. The monsters were real, and they were attacking him. I wanted to help, but I was too afraid. After he left, I got lonely.. I missed him. A lot. He was the only person that understood me. He told me to call him whatever I liked, so I decided to call him "Iggy". The name suited him, and even though he looked like he hated the name, I continued to call him it. God, I missed him. Two days later, I heard people running down the hallway and a cert
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RussiaxDark!ReaderYou stared bleakly at the peeling whitewashed walls of the mental hospital's room. The walls seemed to be closing in on you, and your breath started coming out in short, panicked gasps at the very thought. Struggling to your feet, you began to punch the walls violently and with all your strength out of sheer anger. You hated it here in the mental hospital. This was the place where nobody ever came out from. You gritted your teeth bitterly, and winced as you felt your knuckles split from the force you were exerting on the solid cement walls. "Damn." You swore, flopping down on the cold, stiff bed. You remembered why you were sent here as clear as day. Your father had been beating you senseless, and you finally had enough of his shit. Picking up a kitchen knife, you had started stabbing him in the arm relentlessly. Naturally, your traitor of a mom called the police when she saw what had happened. You had gotten out of being sent to jail, as the doctors had diagnosed you with schiz
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Why? Why? I can never forget.The way her hair reflected the soft October sunlight, like fire, dangerous and mesmerizing, terrible and beautiful. The way her wild green eyes flashed with a living rage, with passion. The way she could smile, condescending and smug one moment, and then something truly different, a smile that was real and radiant and genuine. A smile that was brighter than the sunlight that shone on her hair. Sometimes, it looked like the light was coming from her, that the world around here was merely complementary and she was the focal point of it all. She was life itself.I can never forget who she was back then, so powerful and so strong and so brave. I can never forget how we used to run in the woods, chasing each other, wet leaves sticking to the bottom of our boots and making the forest floor shine green. But not as brightly as her dark auburn curls, not as brightly as the green of her eyes. I can never forget her l