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*Cabin In The Woods* Canada X Reader Part 1
*Cabin In The Woods*
Canada X Reader Part 1
“OH MY GOD! (NAME!) (NAME!)”
At this point, you were still half asleep, it was so early! You were led on the couch in your boyfriend’s cabin you were staying in for the weekend. You were both up late last night and had fallen asleep on the couch.
You bolted up, your heart pounding with worry. “Oh God he’s broken his arm or something!” You panicked, shooting up and running to the sound of your boyfriend’s voice.
“Mattie? Mattie where are you? Are you ok!” You practically scream. You felt arms on your shoulders; spinning around you were eye to eye with your boyfriend.
“Mattie what’s wrong?”
“(Name!) I. JUST. TAMED. A. MOOSE!” Beamed Canada.
“So you aren’t hurt?”
“Eh? Why would I be?”
Ok…You were glad he wasn’t hurt…But its freaking three o clock in the morning!
Italy has snapped"Italy....... What have you done?" Someone asked.
I turned around to see Germany leaning against a tree, looking around him. The scene that lay out before him was a tremendous one. Bodies were strewn everywhere, and blood coated the grass, as well as my hands.
I remember the beautiful red color. Even until now, when I retell the story to any of the inmates, they tell me that I could not be northern Italy. Italy wasn't useful anywhere, not even as cannon fodder. I wonder what they mean. Before I know it though, they are dead at my feet, and I don't know why. After these occurrences, I get thrown into the padded cell. I don't know why. What did I do? I didn't hurt them. At least... I don't remember hurting them......
" Italy...... Why did you kill them. Why?" Someone asked again. "Feleciano... It didn't need to happen" It was Ludwig again.
"It needed to happen... Some one needed to die. I need to become strong. I want to be like my grandfather." I stated soberly. I don't know why I thoug
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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