Hetalia America Mochi Novels & Stories

Without a word, Mochi ran toward them—and in the span of seconds, her body shimmered with light, shrinking, morphing— —and she became a little girl. Delicate limbs. Bare feet. Hair like spun silver. Her face was youthful, barely ten years old, with the same piercing eyes Emilia had come to know. “Mama. Papa.” Mochi threw herself into their arms. Emilia watched, smiling. “Your real name is Nara?” she asked in disbelief. Mochi turned to her, smiling sheepishly ”Yes" "Why didn't you tell me?" Emilia asked. Mochi shrugged "Well you looked really happy when you gave me the name and it kinda stuck I guess " She said

While Shen Yu and Shen Qin were busy ; Shen Xinyi didn't had it easy either . She was currently holding her little mochi and shaking him. " Its not awu ! You're not a dog , stop acting like one " Shen Xinyi was really having a headache , she didn't know from where the little fox learned to howl like a little pup ; everytime it opened his mouth ; it will go ' Awu ' . " Awu???" cocking his head , little mochi blinked his large watery amber eyes at his master , what does master means? Isn't he cute like this ?

Cocong exclaimed irritatedly. "Sorry, I have a wife already," Alfi replied. "Honey, I don't mind if you are gay. I might like it." Megumi said gently. "Well, your wife approves it already!" Cocong exclaimed. "You traitor!" Alfi exclaimed irritatedly. "I'm sorry honey. Actually, I am into BL." Megumi is trembling. It's a good thing you don't know BL. Stay innocent, please! 'Tsk! Hey, Cocong! Aren't you a masochist?! Isn't it okay for you to do you once or twice?!"

I love the way my name sounds when he says it with his light russian accent. ‘How come you don’t have a heavier accent like Lyosha?’ I asked, lying behind him. ‘I went to school in America’ he answered simply, I opened my mouth to ask more questions but he beat me to it. ‘Go to sleep, and stop teasing me, Zayka’’ I realised I was tracing the length of the bulging veins on his arm. Mortified by my action, I abruptly pulled my arm in front of me to create a barrier between our bodies. I felt him chuckle as he reached back for my arm and laid it across his taut abdomen. I quickly fell asleep again, warm and cozy.

As soon as she did, she saw a huge black wolf sizing her up cautiously, and judging by how it looked, she could tell it was one of the Alpha's henchmen. The wolf slowly approached her, and Lydia made no effort to move. When he was finally only a few feet away from her, he paused and stared at her. Lydia guessed it was waiting for her to forfeit, and she played along perfectly. She bowed her head in defeat, giving her opponent a defeated look. “What is it, little girl? Are you giving up already?” he asked, and Lydia could sense his mocking gaze. She walked toward him with her head bowed. When she was close enough to catch him off guard, she shifted back into her human form, stood on her feet,

Xenia defended. "What preparations?" her mom asked with arms folded. Xenia rubbed her neck with her right hand before explaining. "Mom, tomorrow is Saturday. It's my turn to lead our squad to complete victory in MCL. I'm an Angela main but I'm told to use an assassin of my choice. It's not very easy, you know. So my friends demanded to see how I would fare and I did pretty well. I'm resolved to use Aamon in the last game. I'll wow them all." Xenia explained.

“B-But… Why me? I am just an omega.” Alpha Jake glanced at Mara, sensing her uncertainty and the weight of the situation upon her shoulders. He spoke with a calm and reassuring tone, "Mara, in the eyes of the moon goddess, the status of an omega, beta, or alpha doesn't define one's worthiness. The moon goddess's choice is not based on societal ranks or hierarchies within the pack. It's about a deeper connection, a bond that goes beyond what we can see on the surface."

Alpha and Beta were going through. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Modudeul miwohaneura aesseonne (Everyone’s trying so hard to hate me) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Chapter 46. I made mochi today—both strawberry and mango flavored. This is one of the desserts I have been craving ever since watching many Korean cooking shows. It’s delicate, white, soft, and chewy. They tasted even better after being refrigerated. Ajax picked up one of the strawberry ones and took a bite. Watching him, I felt a little nervous, like a student waiting for her test score. “The sweetness and coolness go well together,” he said. “It tastes pretty good.”

He had forgotten his earlier mistake. “It’s your favorite snack. I thought you’d be craving more mochi while pregnant,” Kenji managed to cover, but Akiko found his reasoning strange, of course. “What kind of assumption is that?” she retorted. “You really love mochi and could finish a whole box in one sitting. I thought it was amazing when I saw it,” Kenji said, recalling how Akiko once ate five pieces of mochi in under five minutes without choking. Akiko laughed at the memory. “I might really crave it if you explain it like that.”