HetaliaFangirl3

A/N: Alright, let's try this again! Second reader insert so far.. o.o Don't judge, please, once again~..?

____________________________________________________________________________________________      I sat on my knees in class, watching as Master Kiku demonstrate a new technique to the entire class. "Then... you move out rike this..." He enthused, continuing on to move his foot around his partners ankle. "And purr." He yanked his foot back, causing the other to loose her footing mid-punch and fall to her knees. "Do you see now?" "Yes, master Kiku." The class nodded enthusiastically.   "Who wourd rike to try it?" Everyone but me raises their hands. "How about you, _________-san?" "Oh uh...hai Master." I nodded, standing up from my kneel

.:My Darling Sakura:.   (Name) walked into the classroom, laughing loudly with the albino man who stood next to her. I gritted my teeth, she always hangs around everyone but me. Am I not funny or cool enough?! Or she doesn't want to be seen around some stupid otaku like me!   'Haha! Why wouldn't she like me?!? Haha! I'll have to make her! Hahahaha!' I smiled to my self   She took a seat in the front of class, as usual. Her and Alfred had started to talk about a new Captain America movie that had recently come out, they where probably making plans to go see it together. Well, I'm sorry Alfred, but I've got some plans for y

     I stood in front of the window of my study, this was my favorite view in the house. It looked directly over a large garden of Roses, God I loved roses. Red ones, pink ones, yellow, orange, every color I could find, every variety.     My favorite of the roses though, was a specific beauty by the name of _________. She was a servant of mine, but I saw her as so much more. Her skin was softer than any velvety petal, she was so much purer than any scent, she was more radiant than any flower.     I had known _________ ever since we were little countries, she was always so shy and sweet, it took ages for anyone to get close enough to her

     I yawned, laying my head down on the desk in my American History class. The teacher, Mr.Jones, was currently going on about the Revolutionary War, which seemed to always be hard for him when Mr.Kirkland was near by. "Dude, _________, like, head up!" Mr.Jones laughed, tapping the back of my head. My head shot up, well, at least he was nice about it. "S-sorry, Mr.Jones!" "_________, would you like, see me after class? I needa talk to ya!" "Y-yes sir." I nodded, folding my hands in my lap. He was a young teacher, and a lot of female students, and some male student as well, thought he was hot. Don't get me wron