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Marooned

The mage tower was quiet as always, save for the occasional bird or barking from Bailey. It was well past midnight, and Allie rubbed her tired eyes as she looked up from her spell book and outside her balcony. Rows and rows of farmland decorated her view. She smiled softly and went back to her book. Peace and quiet. Like always.

"LET GO OF THEM YE DIRTY LANDLUBBERS!"

Allie shrieked and jumped in surprise, running over to her balcony to see what was happening. Suddenly, a girl about her age ran by her tower, dressed head to toe in a purple-dyed pirate outfit. She swung a large diamond sword in the air, the moonlight catching onto it and making it glisten unintentionally.

"YE NASTY NO GOOD EXCUSES FOR GUARDS! COME BACK HERE!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, a think accent obvious in her voice. Allie furrowed her eyebrows as the pirate suddenly stopped, her loud threats turning into mumbled thoughts. Then she just… sat down. On the ground. And put her head in her hands.

Allie's eyes widened and she ran down to the bottom of her tower, her dog quickly following behind her. She neared the pirate, hand on wand, not knowing what to expect. Was the pirate vicious and bloodthirsty? Or just a regular pirate looking for treasure? Allie walked slowly until she could see the girl's figure clearly. She was obviously crying…

"Hey, you alright?" she asked, a bit blunter than needed, making the pirate suddenly jump onto her feet.

"Aye, just fine matey. Now get," she replied just as bluntly, wiping her eyes quickly. Allie furrowed her eyebrows and didn't move. Her tower, her land. She didn't need to do anything this random pirate said.

"I said, GET," the girl repeated, wasting no time in pulling out her sword again. Allie took a quick step back, but she didn't actually go anywhere. "What, ye deaf or what? I ain't repeatin' meself, aye?" she snapped menacingly, not even looking at Allie and staring straight ahead instead. That is, until her head sunk and she stared at the ground.

"I don't need another landlubber messin' up me night.…" she muttered, her voice cracking on "landlubber". Though the pirate was threatening her, Allie felt a strange sense of… sympathy for her. The feeling grew as she saw the girls shoulders shake and a few tears drop onto the dirt floor.

"Hey, look at me," Allie ordered, and the girl finally looked at the mage. The two stared at each other before Allie spoke again.

"Now then… I own this land. You are on my land. I have a weapon. Do not hurt me, OK?" Allie said softly, trying to speak as simply as she could and use "small words". The pirate just blinked at her, before slowly lowering her sword and nodding. She didn't put it away, but at least she couldn't hurt Allie with a flick of her wrist.

"Good. Now then… why are you crying?" Allie tried, earning a menacing glare from the pirate.

"Not yer problem, ye dirty sail washer. Leave me be." Allie glared right back at her, but then tried again.

"…Who are you?" Allie asked. The pirate stared at her for a second, one eyebrow raised, before slowly replying.

"My name… is Bandit. Bandit the pirate," she said, a proud smile slowly appearing on her face. "Me ship, the S.S. Maxie, needs some fixin' up… so me and me crew stopped here. We got it fixed, but when we came back them pesky guards blocked our path. Then the landlubbers took-" Bandit stopped and suddenly gave Allie a glare. "Who be ye anyways, asking for me backstory?" Allie gave the pirate a warm smile.

"I'm Allie the mage, top mage in the entire village and owner of all this farmland!" Azaria's mouth twitched into a small smile as well.

"Nice to meet ya, matey." Awkward silence.

"... So why are you not overseas again? Didn't you get your ship fixed?" Allie finally asked, getting a sigh from Azaria in reply.

"Aye, we did... But... Let's say I've been... marooned."

 

The Medicine Cat

It is said that all of Bluestar's kits died when they were born, never to grow and become the legendary cats they were meant to be. But is it ever said how many kits she had? Or if all of them actually died? Well, I have the answer to both questions. 

Bluestar had five healthy kits, a bit below the usual number for a liter, but fine nonetheless. However, not all of the kits died, contrary to most belief. There was actually one kit that survived, one kit that managed to escape her fate and lives to tell her tale! That is… if anyone bothered to listen to her. 

The cats she was "friends" with, they only liked her because she could heal them easily. It wasn't her fault that she was born with this curse of a skill! So she knew how to gather cobwebs, so what? Cats never dared stared her in her dull eyes, or admired her battle scars! What did I have to do to get a little appreciation for a change?!

 … I guess I should introduce myself. 

My name is Amberheart, though everyone I know calls me Scars, for obvious reasons. I've been "blessed" by StarClan with a wide knowledge of medicine, and the ability to heal cats almost instantly. Unfortunately, I've had horrible scars scattered around my body since I was a newborn kit. All because of THEM… I'm getting off topic. Since you've actually listened to me for this long, I'm guessing you want know more about my story. So now that I'm done ranting, I invite you into the life of me, the medicine cat.

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The dying rays of sun silently passed through the leaves of the tree I was under. I pay no heed to the beautiful sight above me, my one focus being the small animal sitting in front of me. A mouse, plump from many dropped crumbs, unaware it was about to be dinner.

I hold my breath as I stalk close to the mouse, praying I wouldn't be disturbed. It had been so long since I had a mouse, I just wanted to sink my teeth into its juicy-

"HEY SCARS!"

Of course.

I freeze in place, staring at the rodent and praying that it somehow didn't hear that. Luckily, it doesn't. I continued my advance-

"SCARS! C'MON!"

Ok, this is getting really annoying. My ears flatten against her head and I practically glare at the mouse in forced concentra-

"SCARS!"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" I yowl at the top of my lungs, instantly sending the rodent scurrying away, along with any other possible victims. There goes dinner.

"Spark got scratched in the shoulder by a rat, mind helping out?" the voice, now identified as Tiger, friend of said cat, calls out as if I hadn't just lost my food for the day.

"Coming…" I hiss angrily, walking over to the fat cat's twoleg place. At that time, I didn't really know why I called the twolegs in the places "twolegs", because all the other cats I knew called them owners. Then again, most of the cats I knew couldn't jump over a branch if they tried…

I leap over the wooden sticks into Spark's territory, easily noticing the annoying cat with everyone gathered around him. 

"Alright, move away so I can see what I'm doing here," I grunt, making the crowd instantly split for me to pass through. Sparks lays there, shoulder barely bleeding, acting as if he's in pain. Wait a second… that's not even rat bites! That's a scratch from a branch!

"Did you guys seriously ruin my hunt so I can treat a SCRAPE?" I spit at the crowd of cats. "I'm leaving…" I grumble, and the crowd instantly splits again, letting me quickly shoot a glare at Spark before going back into the forest. 

"What about my rat bite?" Sparks asks, as if he was actually worried.

"IT'S A SCRATCH!" I yowl angrily before running deep into the forest.

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I lay under the great oak tree I had taken my anger out on, still scratching at the ruined bark a little in thought, when suddenly a small noise ruined my piece of mind. Snapping my head towards the sound and sniffing around a little, I noticed a faint smell of a tom, slightly younger than me by a few moons. It didn't seem sick, so why was it in my territory? 

"He must have a death wish…" I think to myself, my slightly too sharp claws appearing as I did. Suddenly I heard another sound, this time much closer to me. I tensed up, readying myself for attack. A few seconds pass by… 

SMACK!

Someone knocks into me so hard I end up smacking against the oak. After a second of shock, I realize: that idiot just tried to attack me in my own territory! I death glare the cat that attacked me, which now seems to just realize what he did. With a hiss, I jump at the cat before it can get away, sinking my claws in wherever I can get them, and holding on as the tom tries to get me off and fails. I finally let go, still alert and ready, to observe the foolish cat. 

His looks like a plain old gray tom, but tattered with punctures and wounds I just gave him. He's luck I missed his face. He is obviously younger than me, and judging by the expression on his face, he's shocked at the fight I put up.

"Get of my territory…" I hiss darkly, trying to scare him away. However, he seems to gets his wits together when I say "my territory". He glares at me and spits,

"This is ThunderClan territory! Leave now, and don't do and hunting here anymore!"

Was this guy kidding me? He wanted me to simply leave my only source of food? I'll die fighting for it! I'm about to answer him, but suddenly I smell two new cats coming to this tom's aid. Perfect, more trespassers.

I think about just running away and ignoring the intruders, but if I ran now I'd look like a coward. So I stand my ground as two new cats, both seemingly much older than me, approach from the shadows. One was another tom, but the other, the female, looks very familiar… nevermind that, I had to deal with the matter at hand.

"You are trespassing in ThunderClan territory, kittypet. If you leave now, we will let you go with a warning," the older tom growls. I glare right back at him. 

"This is my territory, intruders," I manage to purr calmly, trying not to scratch them all across the face. Although, I can practically feel the female staring at me for some reason… "I live, hunt, and gather materials here. If anyone should leave, it should be you," I continue, watching the anger build on both of the older cats' faces. I smirk inwardly; as soon as they come at me, I'll show them who really owns this part of the forest. 

"You only hunt for sport, while we hunt for survival!" the female yowls at me. "We have many mouths to feed, while you overstuff your own!" Although I'm trying my hardest, that comment makes me angry. 

"Does it LOOK like I even feed myself? I do everything for other cats, yet I can't even get a rodent without being disturbed!" I snap, intensifying the glare at them. "This counting as an example of a disturbance…" 

While the tom still looks like he wants to attack me, the female looks at me … sadly? Pitifully? No… She looks like she remembered something sad, yet very important. 

"Leave the cat alone, Thunderpaw."

Everyone turns and gaps at the female, including me. She couldn't have let me off the hook that easily… 

"Graystone, you go with Thunderpaw back to the clan. If anyone asks, I have a private matter to attend to…" she meows, staring at me the entire time. I don't know why, but her gaze makes me uncomfortable, though it seems soft enough. The toms simply stare at the female, the each other, then back at her. 

"Are you sure you want to involve yourself with this kittypet, Bluestar?" Thunderpaw asks, glaring at me and getting the same back from me. But…

Bluestar. That name sounds familiar, but I've never even heard it till now…

"Yes, I'm sure. Go now," she orders. They instantly start heading in the opposite direction. And I'm left with Bluestar.

I awkwardly shift my weight on my haunches, staring at my paws and feeling Bluestar stare at me. Finally after a while I hear her mew softly, "Not so brave now, are you Amberheart?" 

I'm about to answer angrily, but when she says my full name, my head shoots up and my jaw goes slack. How did she… but I didn't… what…

"You don't remember me do you?" Bluestar asks… sadly? I cautiously shake my head no. She sighs and meows, "I guess that was a little too much to ask, wasn't it?" Then she gives me a small smile, which I'm certain I've seen before. Suddenly, an old memory, probably from kittenhood, plays in my mind. It's of me running from the forest, trying to remember my mom's warm smile as I ran for my life. Everything clicks, and my eyes widen as I stare at Bluestar.

"… M-Mother…?"

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I'm under my tree again, Bluestar sitting next to me. I've still trying to wrap my head around the fact that she was my mother, something I couldn't have even dreamed of. Trust me; I'd had some vivid dreams before… 

"So… you’re my mom… whom I supposedly lost in kittenhood…?" I ask, not even looking at the cat sitting next to me. I could feel Bluestar's sad gaze on me, and I felt as helpless as a kit for some reason. I felt as if I wasn't doing something right… I stare at the ground, as if it was going to tell me she was lying or something. Bluestar sighs and nuzzles my neck, making me stiffen up considerably, but she doesn't stop.

"I would appreciate if you at least looked at me, Amber…" she purrs, trying to pry my head up. I flick my eyes up to her, and then back to the ground. "…How do I even know you’re not lying?" I mumble. It hurts me to ask, but I know I have to. Bluestar sighs and meows, "I suppose you could ask that. …If you'd want proof, I could show you… but only if you follow me to the ThunderClan camp…" 

My head shoots up at this. "…I-I guess so… it's not like anyone will miss me…" I mew quietly, earning a smile from Bluestar that makes me feel happy inside. 

Wait.

Why do I feel happy inside?

I barely know this cat! She could just be trying to lure me out of my comfort zone, only to get rid of me! As I mentally scold myself for almost giving in so easily, Bluestar suddenly stops nuzzling me. She pulls back and asks in a worried tone, "Something the matter, Amber?"

Heck yeah there is! My mom is DEAD! I mentally yowl, but somehow manage to keep my cool and mewl, "Nothing… Nothing, I just… I doubt the cats you live with will like a… kittypet like me…" I spit the word kittypet, as if it was a cruel insult. 

Bluestar (until I'm sure, I'm not calling her mom) hesitated to say something, but instead said, "First off, the group is called a clan. Second, they wouldn't say a word if I explained who you were-" 

"And just WHO am I to them?" I snap, glaring at the floor. If the entire… clan…  was like those two toms, I wasn't exactly ecstatic to meet them. Bluestar didn't answer my question, so I asked again, a little softer this time. A few awkward seconds passed, and Bluestar sighed and looked me straight in the eye. 

"Scarletheart… you are the missing link… you can join all the clans…" 

Great, I'm special because I can make groups of cats friend again. Now I feel important.

 

Allie and Azaria

No backing out now.

Azaria stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, then the small present she had gotten for her friend. It was a charm bracelet, the words "I Love You" on a heart. She had bought one for herself  just like it. It was supposed to help her admit her... secret... to the girl. The more Azaria thought about it, the dumber it seemed, but now wasn't the time to back down. Looking back at the mirror, she willed herself to crack at least her small smile. She was going to find out if Allie liked her by the end of the day. Even though it was just supposed to be the two recording something together on a random Saturday morning. And said girl would probably say no in a heartbeat. And the entire plan was completely stupid and childish. With an annoyed frown, Azaria shook her head, trying to get rid of the depressing thoughts. Why the hell was she worrying so much? The worst that could happen is that Allie says no...

But then she'd lose an amazing friendship.

Azaria let out an exasperated grunt and quietly banged her head on the bathroom mirror, not wanting to attract her mom's attention. She was going to do this, no matter what could happen! She had already thought about this for far too long, now was the time for action! No backing out now! As soon as Allie opens knocks on the door, she would give her the bracelet and tell her! Azaria's signature grin appeared as her confidence grew to new heights. Nothing was going to stop-

A knock on the door. "Azaria, you there?"

Crap.

Azaria's grin quickly faded to a look of sheer fear. She was early. Allie was early. Why was Allie early?!

Another knock at the door. "Azaria, c'mon!", followed by a quieter, "I hope I didn't come to early..." and another knock, this one louder than the last. Azaria panicked and quickly went over to the door, confidence sinking with every step.

"Yeah, I'm here, but you're a bit... early," Azaria finally replied to her friend, earning herself a barely audible sigh of ... relief? She stopped walking for a few seconds, confusion seeping in with her fear. Why would Allie be worried about her? Shaking her head in disbelief, Azaria continued her treck to the door. Allie was her friend, why wouldn't she be concerned for her safety? Before she could finish her train of thought, her hand was on the handle, ready to let her friend/love interest in. She twisted her hand, and there stood her friend, blue jacket and all.

*POV change because I can deal with it*

Allie wanted to glare at her friend for leaving her out in the cold for that long. She wanted to hit her for smirking at her obviously freezing

figure. But she was too busy running inside mumbling something about how cold it was to do any of that. She planted herself on the couch, still shaking, before glaring up at her... pajama clad figure.

After a few awkward seconds, Azaria gave her friend a sheepish smile and said, "What? You were early!"

Allie simply rolled her eyes before unzipping her think blue jacket and putting it next to her. "So," she said, clapping her hands together to break the silence and looking up at her friend again. "We recording or what?"

Azaria suddenly looked from her to the floor. "Uh... actually, can we do something else first?" That caught Allie's attention. She looked up at her friend in confusion.

"I came over to record, remember, but sure. What do you have in mind?" A few awkward seconds of silence.

"You know what? Nevermind. We can record first."

Allie looked up her friend, an eyebrow raised in questioning, but said nothing. "OK..." she mumbled after a few seconds. "Normal Minecraft, Modded Minecraft, or Minigame?" Azaria looked up and shrugged.

"I dunno. Your pick." Allie stared at her friend in bewilderment

Alright, what was going on here.

That was a rhetorical question. The pair always did Hid and Seek. Always. There was something obviously bothering her friend to the point that she couldn't think strait. And Allie was going to find out what. "Azaria..." she started, an unexpected worried edge to her voice. "What's wrong?" Azaria's eyes suddenly widened and she shook her head rapidly.

"Nothing! Why would there be something wrong?" she quickly retorted, earning a "not amused" look from Allie.

"How stupid do you think I am? There's OBVIOUSLY something wrong with you! You can't even think strait, it's bothering you so much!" Allie snapped, voice unintentionally getting louder and making Azaria flinch back and squeeze her eyes shut. Allie sighed and shook her head. "Look. I'm no fool. There's something bothering you. All I want you to do is tell me what," she tried again, her voice much quieter. Azaria cautiously opened her eyes, finally made eye contact with Allie, and... blush?

*POV change again bitches*

"Oh God. Am I blushing? I can't blush! I literally can't blush! It's- screw it, I'm probably glowing by now..." Azaria thought in a panic. Allie raised an eyebrow at her friend's state.

"Azaria, are you OK? You look... embarrassed about something," she questioned, looking her friend's figure over. "...Are you blushing?" she suddenly said with a giddy grin, making Azaria blush even harder.

"No, I can't, rememb-"

"Oh Gods, you look so cute! Like, it doesn't actually look like your blushing, you're just making the cutest face!" she squealed, only making it worse. Suddenly, her grin faded into a confused look.

"Azaria, why are you blushing?"

CRAP.

"Um, W-Well, it's not important, I actually wanted to ask-"

"Yes, it's important. You don't blush. Did I say something?" she asked. Azaria quickly shook her head.

"No, it's not you! It's just... I-I wanted to ask..." Suddenly, Azaria smacked her hand against her face in a vicious facepalm, making Allie jump slightly.

"Buck this! Look, I like you. Like, the love you kind of like you. And I want-NEED-to know if you like me back. Hell, I don't even know if you like girls that way! But I do, and like you, and... and I'm gonna do something ridiculously stupid, but it's okay because adventure."

"Azaria, what are you talking-"

Azaria smashed her lips full force against Allie's.

And kissed her.

And kissed her.

And kissed her some more.

*POV change because kissing*

WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?!

Allie just sat there wide eyed, as her friend kissed her. On the lips. Passionately. She would pushed away, but Azaria was holding her hands to the couch, preventing her from moving. And besides, it was starting to feel... good? No, that wasn't it. This felt... right. In a romantic way. Well, she couldn't explain it, but whatever she was feeling, it persuaded her to kiss back.

The pair stayed like that for a few more seconds before both pulled back and stared at each other, trying not to pant and failing. Her face was glowing red, and Azaria had that cute look on her face again.

"...Wow." It was all she could think to say.

Apparently, it was enough to make Azaria grin and lean in for another kiss, this time much slowly. She probably thought her friend would reject her. Imagine her surprise when Allie instead leaned forward quickly and kissed her just as passionately as before. The pair had their eyes shut, savoring the moment.

Finally, the two pulled apart, a single string of saliva hinting at what had just happened seconds before. Allie made a face and broke it, not wanting anything to do with anything lovey-dovey, and making Azaria giggle at the same time. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and gave Allie something.

"Here. I meant to give it to you before-" Allie quickly cut her off with a wave of her hand, making your friend give her a confused frown

"Four things. One, I like girls too. Two, I love you too. Three, thanks for the charm bracelet, but I'm not wearing this lovey-dovey crap on string. Four... damn, you're a good kisser," she said bluntly, grinning at the girl. After a few seconds, she began to grin, giggling as well, and making Allie giggle. Before they knew it, they were both practically crying with laughter. A few more seconds, the laughter died down to just blissful smiles and cuddling.

That went better than expected.

 

God I Hate School (2p!Ghana X Angel!Reader)

Ghana was having the perfect dream. It was just her, her old school, and an endless supply of land mines. All she had to do was set one off… You smiled and continued to watch your friend giggle evilly in her sleep, already dressed up and ready for the day. She always had these kinds of dreams. You glance at the clock then back at her, a sadistic smile slowly spreading on your face. Time to wake her up…

"NAAAAAAAAAA ZIBENIAAAAAAAAA GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP AND GET READY!!" you yelled at top of your lungs. Ghana, or Alice, shrieked at your wakeup call and scrambled out of the bed, smacking her forehead against the bedside table in the process. Grabbing her head, she glared at you sleepily.

"The hell ___?" she hissed. She pushing herself up and trudged to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. You rolled your eyes at your friend's grumpy attitude and went downstairs to the kitchen to get some breakfast.

"What do we even have… oh God, did Alice eat everything again?" you muttered to yourself with a chuckle. You honestly wouldn't be surprised of she did. She ate waaaaay too much, but never seemed to be full. "She doesn't deserve her figure…" you thought out loud. 

"Well if that's how you fucking feel, asshat, then I'd be happy to escort you to the goddamn door. And I DIDN'T eat everything. If you used your dammed eyes, you'd see that there's kontomire right there to eat." You jumped and turned to see your friend, holding her head at the spot she smacked but smirking nonetheless. As if she was saying "I'm too awesome to feel pain." You simply raised an eyebrow, used to her cocky behavior, and examined the rice dish. 

You knew the country liked to add… special ingredients to her cooking, some that would have killed you if you weren't already dead. She really did learn a lot from England. It seemed safe enough, but that was only on the outside. She could've added something in the water when she cooked the rice, or put something in the stew, or-

"Eat the dammed thing before I shove it down your fucking throat."

You were now eating the kontomire.

It tasted great, which scared you even more. Usually you'd be able to taste the drug/poison before you suffered the consequences.

"You like it?" You cautiously nodded, making Alice scowl at nothing in particular. "Yeah. You fucking better like that boring shit. I forced myself not to add any of my actual good ingredients. You are, unfortunately, eating normal kontomire, cooked by me. Fan-fucking-tastic." You simply rolled your eyes at your friend's rant. 

"Is something special going on today?" you asked, still eyeing the food. If it actually was normal food, something special happened or something. "Did I miss Kenya's birthday?"

Alice simply raised an eyebrow, a sincerely confused look on her face.  

"Hold up. You don't remember what today is? Are you sure?" she questioned, a giddy smile suddenly appearing on her face. You thought about it, then remembered something.

"It's the first day of school, isn't it?"

Your Ghanaian friend's smile quickly faded into a glare. "Yes. It is. I wanted you to forget..." You were ecstatic. School came already?! Now, you weren't a nerd or anything, it was just you two had moved schools-AGAIN-and you wanted to explore it. Not to mention, you just wanted to act like a high school girl that's not, like, as old as the countries themselves.

At the moment, you looked 17, though you had been around since Ghana was born. You had been around for a while, before you died in crossfire during the Anglo-Asante war, while Ghana was fighting for freedom against England. You were the African nation's only friend at the time, so when you died, she was devastated.

Depressing, I know.

Luckily, Ghana had the same magical abilities as England, and perfected these abilities until she could literally summon powerful demons with a single thought. The first thing Alice did with this new power? Summon you back and make you visible to all. 

Yeah, you're friend was awesome. Even if years of war and political stress made her crack and turned her into a murderous psychopath.

Ghana was the same age as you, meaning she also looked around 17 as well. But Alice acted all cool and stuff, and always became popular, while people would take one glance at you and focus their attention back to Alice. You were always the ghost, that girl that's not even there, the loser friend that hung out with Alice to look cool. You felt your wings flare up in anger.

"Woah, ___, you alright? You're wings are pointing knives at me... and swords… and katanas…" you looked over at your friend, trying to not look scared of you and failing. "M-Mind folding your w-wings down?" she squeaked, moving farther away from you and your wings strait from Armageddon. You rolled your eyes and folded your wings down. 

"No, idiot, you didn't say anything. I was just thinking about our last school," you explained. Alice's smug smile came back.

"Yeah. That whole school kissed my ass and worshiped me like a motherfucking goddess. Holy Roman Empire, that was annoying… We moved right before I could chop some heads off with my epic ax." 

That ax. That stupid ax. It was just a woodcutting ax spray painted to look her flag. Nothing special. But yet, she loved the thing like a son.

"One, your ax is not awesome. Two, your ax is seriously not awesome, get over yourself. And three, we're going to this new school. Now." Alice groaned and half-heartedly glared at you again.

"Oi, I ain't forgetting Tonon. If I have to suffer, he does too." 

"WHAT?! What the hell, Alice?!" you both heard Tonon yell before he ran down and pinned the country to the wood floor. He snarled down at her with a fierce look, which only made Alice chuckle and push the big cat off. Tonon wasn't done talking to her apparently...

"There's no way in high hell I'm going to that godforsaken school, or any school in that matter! Think for God's sake! You'll be walking around with an ax swung over your shoulder and a freaking LION at your side. What would your principal think?!" Alice's eyes lit up at that last comment. 

"I can get suspended?! Sweet! C'mon ___, we're going to school!" And like that, your friend was out the door, whooping and yelling something about "getting in SO much trouble". You glared quickly at Tonon, who only came back with a "what just happened" face and followed behind Alice. You really didn't like where this was going, but you opened up your wings and flew after her, Tonon following behind and muttering about how this isn't what he meant. 

Finally, you all reached your destination: Twotalia High. An awkward silence blanketed your group. That was a really weird name for a high school… you were about to comment, but Alice beat you to it.

"The fuck kind of name is that…?" Alice said with bewilderment in her tone. 

"I don't know, but the bell's gonna ring any minute, so let's go to the principal's office and get our act together," you replied, all three of you going inside.

Cause seriously, what could go wrong?

 

Ghana’s Awesome Talent

"No. That's stupid."

America did a double take. "Wha… come again?"

"I said, no."

"…No?"

"Yes."

America blinked in confusion. "So… yes as in you'll do it, or-

"Alfred, I said no! That's stupid and disrespectful!" No confusion there…

"Oh c'mon! I'll thank you forever!"

"Very funny. The boy crashes into me, notices I'm here, then starts asking me to do stuff that even Kenya would be embarrassed to do." Ghana glared at America. "It's as if I'm invisible until I'm needed."

"But dude, you WERE invisible! I swear I couldn't see you!"

"Wow. You’re not helping yourself at all. What is it your boss said that's got you so eager anyways?" the Ghanaian nation asked, giving America an annoyed look.

America was suddenly very interested in his shoes. "Well… me and the other countries' bosses decided that whoever gets an African country to agree gets a reward. And everyone's gonna pick you, so… I wanted to get to you first …?"

Ghana was speechless.

"…Are you telling me that whoever can get me to be trading partners with them first gets a reward, and I NOR THE OTHER AFRICAN COUNTRIES KNEW ABOUT IT?!"

"Um. Yes?" Yeah, real smooth there, America. Ghana looked like she wanted to smack the boy into next month, but instead decided on sighing in exasperation and extreme facepalming.

"Alfred. No. That's even more stupid."

"…Please?" America tried.

"No."

"But-"

"No.

"What if-"

"No!"

"How about-"

"ALFRED I SAID NO!!" Ghana yelled, quickly getting annoyed with the American all over again.

"…" America stayed quiet, instead putting on what he thought were award-winning puppy eyes to win her. Ghana wasn't buying it. She narrowed her eyes at the boy.

"I'm not changing my answer. No. Why would you think I would agree to that in the first place?!" Alfred had to think about that one. There were a bunch of unnoticed African countries; why pick her?

"Because… you little sister hates me, your brother is dead scary, and the other countries aren't as popular?" Abigail glared at him before sighing and running her fingers through her weaves, a bad habit of hers when she's stressed out or nervous. And at the moment, she sure wasn't doing it out of nervousness. Finally she looked up at the boy.

"Alfred. I've got a lot of reasons why I should slap your boss. And I mean A LOT of reasons. But this one takes the cake. My country will not be forced into becoming trading partners with you, understand? Not you, not anyone else. Now let me leave with what little dignity I have left." And with that, Ghana started to storm off, before someone held her back.

"Abigail, look…"

"Whatever you say, I'm not listening. And let me go!"

"…if you do this for me…"

"Which I won't!"

"…just this once…"

"I said let go!"

"…I will hug you."

"I SAID… wait. What?" The African nation stared slack-jawed at America. "W-What?" she stuttered again, an invisible blush appearing.

"I'll hug you. And it'll be an actual hug."

Ghana pondered the offer. "So… I get a hug, you get a prize?"

"Yep!"

The female country rolled her eyes and turned to face America, who had finally let her go.

"…Dammit Alfred… FINE…" she grunted, blush brightening, suddenly becoming very tsundere. "This better be worth it!"

"HAHA! Yes!" America yelled with his hero laugh, pissing Ghana off slightly.

"But if you tell anyone this is all it took, I'll attack the White House!" she warned, before awkwardly putting herself in the male country's arms.

America grinned down at Ghana and squeezed his arms around her midriff. Not too hard, just enough for her to feel it-

SQUEAK.

Both countries froze. America pulled away slightly, just enough to see Ghana's shocked and embarrassed face. America was just confused.

"Um, Abigail? Did you just-"

"No!"

In curiosity, America squeezed her again.

SQUEAK.

"Alfred, knock it off!" SQUEAK. "Seriously, sto-" SQUEAK. "Alfred!"

"This is awesome! I didn't know you could do that!" SQUEAK. SQUEAK.

"Neither did I, but can you please s-" SQUEAK.

"It's like your pet playing with a chew toy!" America laughed. SQUEAK.

"Why won't you st-" SQUEAK. "ALFRED!" SQUEAK.

"Do you hear what I hear, Abigail?"

"Shut up Alf-" SQUEAK. SQUEAK. SQUEAK.

"I hear leverage~" SQUEAK.

"I swear to God, if you DARE tell anyone…" SQUEAK. SQUEAK.

Ghana didn't have to worry. This was America's little secret. Cause if people couldn't notice her, why should they know about her awesome talent?

HELLO DEVIANTART!
...hoooo boy.
This, my friends, is the complete collection of every scraped or one off story i've written. on Word it's 15 pags and 6,152 words long.
yep
so sinced these ideas are scrapped, feel free to use and edit any that you want! not that i wont mind a bit of credit
Till next time, BYE!

EDIT: I have quickly been made aware that some stories on here are already on my page. so to that complaint i say ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ shit's fucked bro deal with it cause i aint going through all that again
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