(A/N: Hi, happy Friday!! It's feels awesome to be writing for you all again.
I'm also sorry for the whole confusing ordeal that went on a while ago, just now that I have complete access to my story again (I made sure to save a copy of my chapters somewhere else too aha). You all were so patient and kind and supportive that I thought you deserved this.
I was supposed to take a break and not publish until February but, alas, just as I expected from myself I couldn't help but post this. Even without the month long break, but I will admit that I definitely feel way more ready and prepared, so that's great.
I hope your day is going fine, and if it isn't, this sweet lil chapter is just for you~ (Also this is actually 5,500 words I'm sobbing-)
Expect the next chapter to be ready by the end of January or early February. Thanks for your continued support, and I hope you enjoy!!)
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"You belong somewhere you feel free."
-Tom Petty
"Satisfaction in life arises from knowing you are exactly where you belong. Discontented people strive to be somewhere else or someone else. Contentment comes from many great and small acceptances in life."
-Unknown
"Belonging starts with self acceptance. Believing that you're enough is what gives you the courage to be authentic."
-Brené Brown
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|Reader's POV|
As expected, the countries were as fussy as ever. You know, I'm not even going to complain since they literally saved me from being possessed by some unknown demon girl.
"For the last time France, no thank you. I'm not hungry. I'll eat the soup later."
"Please?"
"...Dang it. You and your pout. Hand over that flipping bowl right now."
I angrily took the bowl and slurped at the soup loudly. I blinked for a few seconds and failed to suppress my sigh of alleviation. "This is...this is amazing!" I grinned from ear to ear. Food always seemed to cheer me up no matter how awful I felt. "Thanks a lot, France."
"You're welcome, mon cher~" He happily skipped off.
Once I basically inhaled the entire bowl of soup, I snuggled further into the covers of the bed I laid on, smiling softly.
Thankfully, all was slowly going back to normal. A little while ago Japan, Italy and Germany stayed by my bedside and told me everything that happened when I was...preoccupied. Hearing it all-the tense, dull atmosphere paired with the constant, nerve-wracking feeling of being left in the dark, the unusual jitteriness of those that were relatively calm and collected, and even the energetic ones crumpling into obedient silence-it was next to impossible to imagine it. I couldn't help but frown slightly.
"That all happened just because I was gone?"
Japan nodded solidly and Italy lips shifted into a beam. "Why, of course, ragazza~!"
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The Guide to the Protector (A HetaOni, 2ptalia and Female Reader Fanfiction)
Fanfiction[DISCONTINUED] --- "уσυя σηє αη∂ σηℓу נσв ιѕ тσ вє тнєιя gυι∂є αη∂ ησтнιηg єℓѕє." "уєѕ, мαѕтєя." --- All my life I've only been a guide. Stuck in this wretched Oni mansion for eternity watching people die right in my arms-Never able to save or prote...
