Austria x Reader: a2 - Chapter 2Chapter 2: AgitatoAustria x Reader: a2 - Chapter 2 by X-Doe
Soon enough it's a new day and I begin to make my walk towards the orchestra room. Of course, I'm late for practice again, so I hear my phone ringing. I dig through my pockets before I finally grab my phone and press 'Answer'. I prepare myself for the half-hearted concerned tone of one of the students, telling me that I'm late again.
So imagine my surprise when I hear a terrified girl start screaming into the phone.
"(Name)!" the girl yells, I think she's one of the flute-players, "You need to get here quick! It's an emergency!"
"Relax," I groan, "I'm almost to the building. Look, if there's another mouse in the room I told you befor-"
"What the hell was that?!" I yell into the phone, but all I hear is the sound of people screaming and some more crashes.
"Sorry!" the flute-player says quickly, "I have to hang up!"
The conversation comes to a sudden end and I'm left completely confused. With no other option, I shove my phone into my pocket and sprint to
Austria x Reader: a2 - Chapter 1Chapter 1: AccelerandoAustria x Reader: a2 - Chapter 1 by X-Doe
The orchestra is housed on the other half of town - the 'better' half, as people say - so of course the people I pass have to rub their eyes to make sure they're not hallucinating. But sure enough I'm there; messy hair, baggy clothes, faded shoes, and a few cuts and bruises. People quickly move to either edge of the sidewalk, probably out of fear that I'll try and mug them or give them fleas. I just roll my eyes and keep moving. When I first began my daily walk to the orchestra, I could understand the strange looks and confused whispers, but that was a month ago. You think people would just learn to go with it.
Of course the students of the orchestra was just as horrified with my lower-middle-class appearance; they didn't expect their new owner and manager to be a city mutt. No, they wanted me to be just like my dad, the previous owner and 'Master Conductor'. He was the kind of person that would give you a lecture if you wore the wrong type of shoes, and then lec
Austria x Reader: a2 - ProloguePrologueAustria x Reader: a2 - Prologue by X-Doe
I'm not saying the Lovino's an idiot or anything, I just think he really needs to consider hiring better goons. I spent at least half of my morning mindlessly wandering around the city, fully aware of the blundering muscleman trailing behind me. The only way he could've made things more obvious was if he wore a shirt that said 'I'm a Member of the Vargas Mob'. Finally I give the guy a break and stop walking to observe an old antique shop, letting myself get dragged into a nearby alleyway.
I'll admit, he's not a bad fighter, at least that's what I think to myself as he slammed me into the side of the building.
He gives me a good punch to the gut and I get the wind knocked right out of me.
"Lovino's getting tired of waiting," he says in a gruff voice.
I just look up at him with a bored smirk before smashing my head against his. He lets go of me and mutters a string of swears. Soon we're at each other's throats, but I manage to pin him to he ground.
Lovino's thug looks up at me w
EnglandxReader - Final StepFinal Step: "Imagine"EnglandxReader - Final Step by X-Doe
You grabbed your passport and plane ticket and placed them in your jacket, leaving a lone ticket resting on the kitchen counter. With a defeated sigh, you opened the front door and stepped out into the predawn winter with your suitcase in one hand. You opened the gate leading to your house and walked away.
The suitcase rolled against the bumpy concrete as you continued down the streets, now lit with the early morning sun. You stopped in front of your destination, an old oak tree, now barren of its leaves and life. You reached into your pockets and took out a piece of cloth; it was a smaller version of your flag. You tied it to a low-hanging branch and looked at it as if saluting a military comrade.
You grabbed ahold of your suitcase again and headed towards the airport.
England stood outside the police station, watching as people passed him without a second thought. Unlike Germany, who had Italy to call for assistance, he had to wait until the next morning to call