This is a sequel my previous fic Story time Heavy swearing invovled
"Ugh, c'mon Artie. Have a little fun once in awhile." You whined as you pulled on your best friend's arm.
"I don't know ______. Frog said he'd kill me if I don't come home on time and you know how his forms of punishment are."
"We won't stay out too late. That asshole brother of yours can suck it if you get home, like what, 5 minutes late? He'll live, just chill Artie."
You were in your best friend, Arthur's room. All you wanted to do was hang out at the skatepark for a few hours after school. It's not like you guys were going to a party or anything! No, you hated parties. Getting drunk and getting caught by the cops? No thank you. Skating around with your dudes? Hell yeah! But you wanted Aurtie to be there. He's been stressed out of his mind with school work and you wanted him to have some fun, maybe even learn a few skater terms if you were lucky.
"Frog can probably hear you, shut up." The brit responded in a hushed tone. You merely snickered in response.
"Let him. So, are you in or not? C'mon Artie I know your inner puck that you keep somewhere in you is just dying to get out!" You pleaded. You even gave him 'the puppy dog look' batting you delicate eyelashes and quivering your lip ever so slightly.
He sighed. "The things I do for you.."
You tackled the blonde in a hug. "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" The british teen blushed before returning the hug. No, this wasn't the first hug you'd given him. You've known him since 1st grade after all, but nowadays it was different. You couldn't explain it. You got this weird feeling whenever you got close to him. It was kinda a good feeling... Was this love? Nah, probably just hormones. Yeah, you're just being a horny teenager.... Right?
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"Alright, I better get home before my step-monster has a hissy fit and calls the cops. See ya later Artie." You grabbed your backpack and headed toward the door.
"Don't get yourself killed, (childhood nickname)" Arthur said with a smirk. You snickered and walked out if the room.
Haha, he cares, You mentally teased him.
"See ya froggy!" You called out to Arthur's brother, Francis, who was in the living room as you passed by. He had a sympathetic look as you left. You wondered why.
You grabbed your skateboard which you had left on the front porch and skated home, doing a few tre flips here and there. You arrived at your house and went inside.
"______! Where have you been? I've was worried sick!" Your step-mother came up to you with an angry look on her face.
You rolled your eyes. "Just at Arthurs place." You plopped your skateboard on the couch, went to the kitchen to get a (favorite soda)
"You were at a boy's house?!"
You couldn't help but chuckle. "It's not like we were doing it. He's the honor student, I'm the bad influence." Your step mother huffed at your smirk.
You went to your room, blasted some music and started studying. Nobody except Arthur knew, you actually had pretty good grades and worked hard at it. It was like your dirty little secret. Your dad wasn't around much due to work, so you wanted to make him happy with good grades. Yet, you didn't want anyone at the school to know. It would ruin your rep, and you didn't want that.
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You poked the back of Arthur's head. You were in your last period, your teacher had fallen asleep and you were bored out of your mind. He didn't respond. You kept poking him. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again.
"Alright enough!" The blond hissed. He turned around looking rather unamused.
"Finally." You grinned. "Listen Artie, at the skatepark, you gotta stop being so..." You bit the end of your pen, trying to find the right word.
"Uptite." You finished. He glared at you while you laughed. A couple girls across the room glared at you. This was normal, Arthur was pretty popular (even if he didn't know it) so naturally, people would get jealous of you.
A girl with blond hair, piercing blue eyes and light skin walked up to you guys. You knew her, and hated her with a passion.
She was the epiphany for your typical mean girl. She always went out of her way to make your life miserable. You usually did your best to avoid her, but she was fucking persistent. In grade 2, she spilled her juice box on your pants to make it look like you wet yourself. Grade 4, she put a sign on your back that read "Kick me, I'm on my period." Freshman year, she told everyone that you were a total whore when you were twelve. The list goes on and on.
She was the cousin of Francis's friend, Gilbert Beilschmidt. Her name was Jessica Tully the bitch. Maybe you added 'the bitch' part but that's not relevant. ((This is my OC that's basically just made to play the antagonist))
"Hey, reject." She jabbed your forehead. "Heeeey Artie~" She cooed in her ever so slight german accent as she twirled her hair.
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Hetalia x Reader One Shots
FanfictionAll of these are originally on deviantART. This is just a bunch of oneshots that I wrote, compiled into one book, the order is from oldest to newest so it gets less and less crappy I swear. I own nothing but the stories
