Firewolf456

Since We No Place to Go P.1 DenmarkxReader ------------ There was a thing to living in Canada; January was still in winter, then spring and everyone gets ahead of themselves, wearing their shorts on tanktops. Then summer, scorching, making you blindly wish for winter. Then pretty colours in the fall, then winter comes and you're wishing for summer. Every year the same thing. You looked out the window, looking with full hatred. It was disgusting. The ground was covered in that freezing cold snow, and it was still falling from the sky. You were currently on Deviantart, staring out the window when you saw a certain Dane walking on the sidewalk,

You open the box, and gasp at what’s inside. It was a Romano Hetaloid. You were iffy about this one, with his stubborn attitude, fowl language, and other stuff you rather not get into. You brush those thoughts off and thank your parents for the gifts. After the party you walk quietly back to the box that held your hetaloid. You grabbed the instructions to see how to how to wake him up. You smirked deviously, when you saw a certain way to wake this grumpy Italian up. You knew all too well what the curl could do, but this be satisfying to you, and irritating to the Italian Hetaloid. So you walk up to where the hetaloid was “slee

You stepped through the door labeled 3 and assessed your new surroundings. It looked as though you had stepped straight into a busy city's alleyway, you quickly looked around trying to put together where you were when you were knocked on your face by a stranger. "Give me your money!" the sleazy looking man said down to you as he held up a knife, positioning it close to your throat. You were so confused you couldn't form words and the man grew agitated, he started to lean the knife towards your throat as he sneered "It's  a shame that I  have to kill such a pretty girl like you" Your blood ran cold and as you prepared to scream you heard a