It was just a normal Saturday. (Y/N) was playing Undertale for the millionth time. She was obsessed. (Y/N) had played all of the routes. True Pacifist, No Mercy/Genocide, Neutral. She experimented with killing certain characters doing different things. Then, as (Y/N) started a new game, she felt a falling sensation, as if she just fell out of her chair. She blacked out soon after. When she woke up, she was lying on a bed of golden flowers. She knew this place. (Y/N) was in the game. She had taken the place of Frisk and was in the Underground. •Disclaimer I do not own Undertale. It belongs to Toby Fox. I do not own you. You own yourself. I do not own the cover or any of the pictures that will show up in this book• *If you're reading this as a guy please just change the pronouns to he/him/his. I find if a lot easier to just put female pronouns. Thanks! :3 *

Adopted by a country

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An artist surrounded by wildlife, hated by the community she lives in except for the selected few. She searches for inspiration in the forest know as her back yard. What happens when she stumbles in to a certain Canadian or should I say he stumbles into her... even after she helps him , she's never given a name. causing the question to start to repeat in her mind 'who was that man?' warning there is spelling mistakes in this story unfortunately because of technical reasons with wattpad I can't change them.

( Two Part Story) You sighed, sitting in your new assigned seat, listening to your first period class’s teacher drone on. The class was home economics and the teacher was reviewing for you what had been taught earlier that day. You had just been admitted to one of the most dangerous, most violent schools in the entire world; Hetalia World Academy. (I don't own you, 2p! Canada, or the picture. I own the storyline.)