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2P!Axis x Murderous!Insane!Reader: Something From the PastChapter One: Three Long ForgottenKey; (F/N)= First Name (L/N)= Last Name (H/L)= Hair Length (H/C)= Hair Color (E/C)= Eye color (F/C)= Favorite Color (S/T)= Skin Tone You are (F/N) (L/N) personification of Quebec. Currently you were out running 'errands' for your 'family.' Now by errands, you were actually stealing and committing murders to get your way. After all that's how thing work in your world. Also family was a loose term for the people you lived with, they were technically your cousins and siblings, but that was besides the point. Your job in the family was to get money. You did

"So when exactly did you plan on telling me you got here?" Cry said, a smile forming behind his mask. "You know it's not nice to snoop around people's apartments." He waved his finger at me and I smirk. "Maybe I was planning on pulling a wicked prank." "That so? I've never heard of a prank that involved suitcases lying by the front door." I raise a brow. Damn. He was good. Cry chuckled. "Welcome to Florida." He started coming towards me and like the awkward idiot I was, I didn't understand what he was doing until he opened his arms. I instantly return the gesture and we lock into a quick embrace. The height difference was hilarious. I was

He was standing near the edge of a cliff, staring forth while lifting his arms and his hands gripping the fabric of his hood. It was damp due to the fact that it had been raining, the weight upon his person heavier than before seeing as the cloth was dense before and now it was worse. Though he took a step toward the edge, wondering how he got there. What the purpose was of doing this, looking out at the vast amount of water displayed before him. The rain obscured his vision while he cocked his head back at the sound of thunder. What am I doing...? crossed his mind, pondering why and how he got to this point in the first place. It all star

Most girls only have to worry about one idiot father you on the other hand have to worry about three. Gilbert Beilschmidt, Francis Bonnefoy and Antonio Carriedo. Known to some as the Bad Touch Trio, and to some Prussia, France and Spain, but to you Vati, Papa and Papá. You were their Bad Touch Baby. -THE IDEA “LET’S HAVE A BABY!” Antonio said raising a glass of beer. “Vhat? ve’re all men idiot!” Gilbert grumbled. “We can adopt.” The Spaniard continued. “Is this another plan to get Belgium’s attention? Mon ami remember last time? You got Romano.” Francis said. “No! Th

Gilbert sat at a table in the quiet coffee shop he was meeting Elizabeta, Toni and Francis in bracing himself for what he was about to say to them. “Gilbert, I was in the closet for too long to be shoved back in.” (Name) whispered as they sat in the Prussian teen’s car. He smiled as he saw the girl walk into the shop waving her over to his table. The Albino sighed “(Name), liebe, I told you I’m just not ready. To let people know how I think of boys.” She walked over to their area and kissed him on the cheek before taking her seat. “ “It’s all the same with you straight guys like you a