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When Alfred walked into his house, he knew something was terribly wrong. He threw down his things and immediately went into the kitchen where usually, his wife, __________, would be grinding meat up for hamburger patties.
"____________?" he called out into the unusually quiet house. "____________ , are you there?"
Then he froze as soon as he stepped into the hard, cold tiles of his kitchen.
____________ was lying with her eyes closed on the kitchen floor, her apron still crisp white and unstained by grease splashes, her body completely unscathed with no signs of injuries or blood spilt.
"___________!" Alfred cried and rushed over to his wife. "NO!!" Tears streaking down his cheeks, he clutched his limp wife and brought her to his chest. She was stone cold. She didn't have a pulse. She was dead.
"Wh-Wh-Whyyy…" Alfred wept.
CPR. CPR would revive her!
Desperately, he pressed his mouth onto ___________'s and began to blow as hard as he could. Nothing. He tried again.
"No!" he screamed. "This can't be happening! Wake up, dammit!"
Alfred placed ____________ back on the floor and began to pump her chest hoping to get some circulation into her still lungs. No success.
Then something struck him.
"Where's the baby?!" he asked aloud. He went to the first room that was closest to the kitchen: the bathroom. When he went inside, he wasn't expecting the horrific sight his eyes fell upon.
There, in the sink, was the decapitated head of his only, precious child.
His mouth was dry. He couldn't speak. Only hoarse gasps and moans escaped his parched throat. With shaking hands, he grabbed the head of child from out of the sink, his/her head dripping from freshly-spilt cotton balls. Yes. Cotton balls.
Then, yet another thought struck him.
"Where's your body?"
He then began to feverously search his house. As he arrived into the baby's room, he saw something suspended within the blades of the ceiling fan. His baby's headless body was hanging from strips of stretched-out cotton and entrails of pure-white four-stitched threads.
A chair happened to be conveniently there for Alfred to climb up on and reach out to free his baby's body from the fan.
"N-N-Nooooo…" he sobbed. A slew of negative emotions hit him.
"What monster would do this to me?!" he cried out to no one in particular. Perhaps the world, perhaps his luck, but whoever the intended audience was, he cried out openly with no promise of an answer.
When Alfred walked into his house, he knew something was terribly wrong. He threw down his things and immediately went into the kitchen where usually, his wife, __________, would be grinding meat up for hamburger patties.
"____________?" he called out into the unusually quiet house. "____________ , are you there?"
Then he froze as soon as he stepped into the hard, cold tiles of his kitchen.
____________ was lying with her eyes closed on the kitchen floor, her apron still crisp white and unstained by grease splashes, her body completely unscathed with no signs of injuries or blood spilt.
"___________!" Alfred cried and rushed over to his wife. "NO!!" Tears streaking down his cheeks, he clutched his limp wife and brought her to his chest. She was stone cold. She didn't have a pulse. She was dead.
"Wh-Wh-Whyyy…" Alfred wept.
CPR. CPR would revive her!
Desperately, he pressed his mouth onto ___________'s and began to blow as hard as he could. Nothing. He tried again.
"No!" he screamed. "This can't be happening! Wake up, dammit!"
Alfred placed ____________ back on the floor and began to pump her chest hoping to get some circulation into her still lungs. No success.
Then something struck him.
"Where's the baby?!" he asked aloud. He went to the first room that was closest to the kitchen: the bathroom. When he went inside, he wasn't expecting the horrific sight his eyes fell upon.
There, in the sink, was the decapitated head of his only, precious child.
His mouth was dry. He couldn't speak. Only hoarse gasps and moans escaped his parched throat. With shaking hands, he grabbed the head of child from out of the sink, his/her head dripping from freshly-spilt cotton balls. Yes. Cotton balls.
Then, yet another thought struck him.
"Where's your body?"
He then began to feverously search his house. As he arrived into the baby's room, he saw something suspended within the blades of the ceiling fan. His baby's headless body was hanging from strips of stretched-out cotton and entrails of pure-white four-stitched threads.
A chair happened to be conveniently there for Alfred to climb up on and reach out to free his baby's body from the fan.
"N-N-Nooooo…" he sobbed. A slew of negative emotions hit him.
"What monster would do this to me?!" he cried out to no one in particular. Perhaps the world, perhaps his luck, but whoever the intended audience was, he cried out openly with no promise of an answer.
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AmericaxReader request by Nekomimi2229
You were sitting in the middle of your living room floor watching T.V. You were bored and it was to hot to go outside today so you were stuck with this.
"OHHHHHHH ________~! Guess who! No! Wait! Don't guess! I'll tell you!" Your front door swung open and in came your friend's cousin Alfred.
"No need to fear, the Hero is here!!!!" He exclaimed excitedly.
There was an awkward silence.
"What do you want Al?" You asked slightly aggitated.
"I'm here to take you away!"
You twitched.
"Why don't you go bother(Friend's name)? (S)he is your cousi
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AmericaxReader
“______~!” a loud voice came from your front door as you lifted you head from the couch you where resting on, rolling your eyes you smiled over at the American who strolled in with a bag full of movies you had requested to watch. You had your reasons to watch scary movies with him.
“Hey Al! You got the movies right?” you tilted your head, hoping he hadn’t gotten some stupid chick flick; you were in the mood for a horror film, the more blood and gore the better.
“Y-yea!” he stuttered with a humorless laugh, he had to look down to hide the fear that gripped his eyes as he shoved th
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AmericaxReader Texting (crack)
'Hey I just met you
And this is craz-'
'SHUT THE FUCK UP' you said in your mind giving America your piss of look.
'Pffft- never' America send the message through his mind to yours.
'OH NO YOU DIDN'T' you send back him a message.
Then you grab his man boobs.
'Ahhhh what are you doing' Alfred blushed.
'hehe molesting you!' you gave him a rape face.
England just looked at you two and ask France.
"Hey pervert frog what the bloody hell are they doing?, I mean their not even talking, they're giving each other faces and do stupid moves
." England said with a wtf face.
"Ohonhonhon it a new teenager game call 'let have sexting with our
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This definitely isn't romance. But in all mock seriousness, does this even count as drama? I don't even know.
Anyway, this is a request made out to .
It's based on this as requested--->[link]
This is my first crack so it might be a bit bad....Okay. I lied. That's an understatement.
I do not own any characters of Axis Powers: Hetalia. They belong to Himaruya Hidekazu.
Any similarities to characters, settings, scripts, or stories from other pieces of literature or media are purely coincidental.
©This story belongs to me, ~GydroZMaa.
Anyway, this is a request made out to .
It's based on this as requested--->[link]
This is my first crack so it might be a bit bad....Okay. I lied. That's an understatement.
I do not own any characters of Axis Powers: Hetalia. They belong to Himaruya Hidekazu.
Any similarities to characters, settings, scripts, or stories from other pieces of literature or media are purely coincidental.
©This story belongs to me, ~GydroZMaa.
© 2012 - 2024 GydroZMaa
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at first when i read this i was 'WTF'ing on so many levels and then i watched the video, now i can't stop laughing. this is one of the many reasons i'm going hell...