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~~~Normal~~~ You blinked a couple of times just to make sure what you were seeing was right and that you were actually awake. Once you were sure you were awake you moved your hand to your left and picked up a lamp next to you. Raising it over your head you jumped out of your bed. “Who the hell are you?!” you yelled as loudly as possible throwing the lamp at the closest person who happened to be BEN. “Ow,” he fell off of Jeff “dammit!” “Who are you?!” you yelled again throwing your lamp again. “(y/n)?” you heard your dad call “(y/n)? What was that? Who’s there?&rdquo

~~~Normal~~~ “Okay,” (y/f/n 1) said through a mouthful of popcorn “truth or dare?” “Hmm,” you pondered it for a second “dare!” “Pfft,” (y/f /n2) mumbled “wuss.” You walked her in the back of the head “No it’s just that with you two I’ll probably end up showing all my fat to the neighborhood.” She rubbed the back of her head “It’s not fat my sweet (y/n). It is extra fabulousness that can’t be held in.” You rolled your (e/c) eyes “Sure. Okay so what’s the question (y/f/n 1).” “Okay,” she t

A huge flag of Spain. You looked at the flag and then at Poland. "Um.. Poland.. This isn't an outfit..." Poland blushed a little and went to your ear whispering something. You blushed madly and shook your head furiously. "NO, I WILL NOT DO THAT! POLAND I LOVE YOU AND ALL BUT I WILL NOT DO THAT!" You exclaimed as Poland dragged you to the bathroom. "Please (Y/n) Just do it for me! I just wanna see how it will work out! I promise nothing bad will happen!" "Poland NO!" "YES!" "NO!" "YES!" "NO!" After about 10 minutes of arguing back and forth, Poland decided that it was time for some reverse psychology... "YES!" "NO!" "Ugh fine...You win.."

A really cute Russian Solider outfit that came with a eskimo type hat, red fishnets that were like socks and fuzzy eskimo boots with a red star on it. And then a big American flag You looked at the outfit and flag in questioning and turned to Poland. "Um Poland.. Why would I wear this if its like (Temperature in your area) outside?" "Oh don't worry about that.. Now go put it on!" Poland squealed as he shoved you into the bathroom. You shrugged and put on the outfit. You gotta admit it was cute on you. The way they outfit hugged your chubby curves and showed an excellent amount of your (Small/Medium/Large) breast it was fine, but the temper

A cute Canadian Mountie outfit with the flag as an accessory. You stared at the outfit in awe and put it on with out a second thought. You looked at yourself in the mirror and blushed at the outfit that complemented your body. You had a huge crush on Canada a.k.a Matthew Williams. You walked out of the bathroom and showed everyone the outfit. They all 'awed' you in the outfit you were in and you decided to go to the dark themed background and posed while standing up. (You will see what pose I mean) and after about 15 good photos the crew cleaned up and Poland went to put his plan into action. ~Time skip after Poland sended the best photos o

 "ALLEN F. JONES! LEAVE ME ALONE MAN!" you scream as you run around your house hiding in various places from your best friend Allen who is currently trying to cuddle with you. "Aw c'mon doll face you know you want me to cuddle ya like a big fluffy teddy bear! Now come on out and let's cuddle like normal people." He said smirking. You always went through this, Allen comes (more like barge in)to your home, drags you to the couch, and cuddle while watching bad chick flicks for the whole day away. "NORMAL people don't barge into my home and cuddle me without a second thought man!" You said as you planted yourself in the bathroom barricading the

mild swearing but i don't feel as if it is enough to be too mature. just be warned it was a normal day at school for you. you had just come back from the break and it was the start of term two. it was a time for the entire school to be abuzz with the stories and gossip of the winter break. you listened to the kids as you walk down the hall but nothing had caught your attention. but, if you had been paying more attention you would had heard the rumors of the new Canadian exchange student that transferred into your school...in your grade...in most of your classes. the gossip followed you down to your first class: math. its not that you minded

kinda mature? but not  really. you smiled and waved over the BTT to the perfect spot on the beach. sunny, out of the way and it had a lovely view all they way around. you set down your towel and waited for them to make it from the car to you. you could already see all the woman on the beach eyeing up the three, but you couldn't really blame them, those three were some of the hottest guys around and they came all together for a triple deal! it really couldn't be any better for some of the more thirsty ladies that hung around the beach. Francis was already topless, his rippling chest shining the light of the sun in all directions like the pe

Sweet as Maple. CanadaXChubbyReader Here's Mattie! __________________________________________________________________________________________ “You mean Mathew likes me…” you said not believing they forgot the name of the guy who likes you. But it was easy for you to figure out because you had a long time crush on the handsome Canadian boy who no one seems to remember.  You were just a chubby girl who was into anime, music, world history, and cooking. Some would freak out on you if this was true to say who was the head cheerleader’s best friend Genny (random I know I don’t want to use a name that might be my read

"Oh Mary Ann what beautiful skin you have! So soft and subtle I could just eat you up! And you are so light on your feet!" you had been an assistant undertaker for about a month now, but it was enough time for you to fall in love with the crazy silver haired mortician. So it was only natural for you to be angered when you heard your beloved undertaker in the arms of another woman! In outrage you stomped out from your hiding place-in the kitchen preparing his favorite biscuits- and down the hall into his work shop. With a glare you scanned the room. No one. But there was a note on top of a particularly unsteady pile of books and beakers. Righ