monkeyheart16

AN: You can read this with other countries as well. I didn't do this with every character, but I wrote the rowing fan fictions for those countries that have won quite a few medals in men's rowing in the 2004-2012 Olympics. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "25 jumping jacks! Go!" "1, 2, 3, 4, 5..." You counted with the rest of your team and your observing coaches, as you all stretched every muscle in your body. You were stretching for the 2016 Summer Olympics in Rio, Brazil. You were qualified 4 years ago after winning nationals in (country). You're distance that you

Dragon!Reader x Hunters!Nordics - (1/?) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Note:  Here is the first chapter.  Now to finish up the last chapter of the Shapeshifter series and then Denmark's story :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1: The Hunters The cold winter air blew calmly as snowflakes fell slowly from the gray, clouded sky.  It was a cold day like any other, same as the last, but ever changing.  The world was changing slowly, but in your eyes it moved much faster than it did to humans.  Their lifespan was almost a bl

I love the Spring time! It's always so pretty out and I get to wear my shorts! Today was a school day, so I was getting my backpack ready while wearing my favorite graphic tee-shirt, my fav pair of shorts, and my special army green hat, decorated with a multitude of buttons. I love that hat. "I'm gone mother~!", I sang as I kissed her on the cheek. "Bye (name). Have a good day, ok?" "I'll try my best!" ~At school~ "Hey (name)!", my friend Nancy called to me. Since a lot of people think I look like a girl, most of my best friends have been girls. I'm still a boy though. "Heeeeeey Nancy!" "I love that hat" "I know right? I love it too.

.:Warmth:. [Demon!England x Male!Reader] One shot... The rain pelted hard on my running form, I ran afraid of the group of men not far behind me with knives and guns firing mercilessly at me making the shots ring in my ears along with the hard rain. My mouth tasted foul of my own blood that trickled down my head and left part of my face. I clutch my right arm as I run, it dripped with fresh blood from having a bullet wedged in the flesh. I attempted to spread my demonic black wings to fly but stopped feeling a sting in a wing meaning a bullet had successfully shot through my wing, preventing me from flying. My emerald eyes scanned the wet s

Problems, problems, problems, the world gives me nothing but problems! My name is _______ _______, the personification of the island nation of (Country name). My home is located a ways off the coast of Latvia in the Baltic Sea. On a clear day, you can stand of the southern beaches of the island and see the coast of Gotland on the horizon. My nation may be small, but the people who call this place home, myself included, are a strong, sturdy people. We have to be; it hails bullets from September to November, it snows blankets from December to February, it rains buckets from March to May, and the sun blisters and burns from June to August. Yet,

It was dark. You couldn't move and every time you did a tight sensation could be felt on your wrists. You could feel yourself being in a chair with your arms behind your back.You could bearly recall the last thing that happened before you were knock out.       ~~ FLASHBACK ~~ You were walking down the street away from you school towards home. You just couldn't wait to get home and watch your favorite show. The name of said show was "Hetalia." You were in love with the show and it's characters as well, too. Even though your parents thought it was unhealthy for you to be watching nothing but that show, as long as you did your chores and got

You walk up to a decrepit old building. You'd think it was abandoned if it wasn't for the lights. You know you shouldn't be here, but you have no choice. You're backed into a corner. Slowly you open the door with the old sign switching on. 'Monsters for rent', you almost chuckle to yourself. It's an old joke, a wives tale, legend. The 'Monsters' weren't the fairy tale type monsters you'd expect. They were crazy, psychos and killers. Or at least that's how the stories go. For years you thought it was fake. You heard stories of course. People'd rent them for Halloween, to make their haunted houses scarier. Or about people who went around the la

Warning: There is swearing involved and some fighting. But this is a 2P story, so what do you expect? *** ‘FATSO!’ ‘SLUT!’ ‘WHALE!’ ‘WHORE!’ ‘LARD-BUTT’ ‘SLAPPER!’ Everyone is the school winced as they heard the usual argument. As per usual, Chelsea was picking on you for your weight. And as usual, you weren’t taking any of her shit. A door burst open and you two stormed out, still yelling abuse at each other. ‘GO FUCK YOURSELF!’ she screamed. ‘NAH THANKS, YOU BOYFRIEND DID IT FOR ME!’ You yelled back. ‘LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS, YOU PIG!

(Y/n) = your name (M/h/n) = most hated name (N/c/t/y) = name close to yours (H/c) = hair color You were limping along in a vast forest, hungry and tired. Your (h/c) fur was damp and was covered in mud and blood. It was dark out but when the sun comes out, you would be human again, except for your ears and tail. People treated you like a monster, even your own owner. Beaten, starved, and abused, you were left in an alley to die. With all of those thoughts in your mind, you wondered if you wanted to live any longer. Suddenly, hunters were spotted a few feet away from you wielding a dead deer. One of them spotted you. "Hey! Another animal!"