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 "Are you frightened yet?" he whispered into your ear as he held your head in one place, body pressing yours against the white wall. "Are you scared?" You took a deep breath. "Not even a little bit, dude," you said nonchalantly. He pulled back some to examine your face, which held probably the most apathetic expression he had seen on any of his victims. Darkiplier was in your room, yes. You didn't know why or how, but it began when you were making dinner in the kitchen. Carrots were on your cutting board as you chopped them into small pieces. You accidentally cut too close and nicked your finger. "Damn it," you groaned, mostly because you

It was just another day for Germany at his home with the Axis and [Name], a close friend of theirs. As much as the lunch that Italy made was delicious – it was potato gnocchi to Germany’s pleasant surprise – it irked him that the happy-go-lucky Italian left his kitchen dirty for the millionth time, leaving the blonde German to put aside his paperwork to clean the kitchen. “Why can’t he be more like Japan or [Name] even…?” Germany mumbled to himself. The blond German sighed upon finishing the cleaning of his kitchen and noticed that it had been about forty minutes since he started. Sighing again, he