Apartmentalia | Hetalia x Reader | Part 1Apartmentalia | Hetalia x Reader | Part 1 by XxXSweetSugarPieXxX
“Well look at this place.”
You were just amazed at the apartment building that you were currently going to live in.
“Hey! Lady! We don’t have all day!” One of the moving men said. “Come on we don’t have time for all your curiosity and stuff.”
“Oh...umm...hold on let me get the door open to put the stuff in!” You exclaimed to the moving men running inside skipping in happiness at the beautiful apartment building.
‘Vargas Villa’ written in big beautiful cursive writing in the front of the building. Passing by you saw the front rose garden patio and a cute fountain. Running up the stairs to get your room fast because well all know how long elevators are.
You got to your apartment 4th Floor, Apartment 25B. Running up to the apartment as fast a you could you looked in your purse for the keys.
The...key...? The Keys! “Oh no...I left the keys at the house!” You remember leaving your keys on top of a dresser in
America x Anorexic! Reader - Comforting Bear Hugs 'You got a heart as loud as lions, so why let your vio-'America x Anorexic! Reader - Comforting Bear Hugs by ShrimplePuff
After slapping your hand around your nightstand in an attempt to stop your alarm, you groggily start opening your eyelids. The sun was shining beautifully, so of course you're blinded and out of instinct shield your eyes with your skinny arms. Either way you unwillingly stand up and begin to brush you (h/l) (h/c) locks out of their current mess.
Moments after completing the task with some difficulty, you stare at your open closet door deciding what to wear. Since you were going on a 'movie date' with one of your closest friends, Alfred F. Jones, your dearest mother said that wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants is not 'publically acceptable', whatever that meant. So here you are, searching for the baggiest clothing in your possession to hide your continuously thinning body. Knowing your 'hero' friend, he'll buy all the food in the theater, while you'll
I am not that much of an artist, but love art. It sucks because I have all these images and stories in my head that I wish I could draw, paint, or tell. The stories are easy to vocalize, but when I try to write it never comes out the way I want it to. I'm going to keep trying to write because it would suck if I am never able to show others some of the things that I see.|
Also, I suck at grammer and spelling
Favourite cartoon character: Babs and Buster Bunny, Yakko, Wakko, and Dot Warner
Personal Quote: Just because I'm no good at art does not mean that I can't love it!