Hetalia Fanfiction America Military นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He looked at me with concern on his face and quietly said, "That's about the same odds that this military command will give you permission to marry a foreign national while posted here." He stared at me. "You know, First Sergeant, that policy really sucks." There was nothing he could say other than a little nod to acknowledge that he understood. What Top had just told me wasn't a shock—I'd already quietly checked to see if any exceptions had ever been made; the answer was no. I finished my coffee and went to my desk to begin work.

I opened the stream”I have loose clothes that can fit you, look in some drawers that are out there. " America?" he asked from the other side. "What happened?" I paid attention. "You have very nice panties," he laughed. "Dalton!" Leave that drawer there, I told you to look for clothes for yourself, not to snoop through my panties”how careless I was. DALTON MORGAN América came out of the bathroom wrapped in her towel, but fortunately for some reason it fell off when she was choosing her pajamas. Shit !" He immediately took the towel, "don't stare at me like that," he growled.

"Even though Mckenzie had been trapped here for more than a decade, she was still thinking about how powerful her motherland was. Thus, Mango was sure that only people who had been stranded overseas would feel the same sense of belonging as Mckenzie did." "Meanwhile, Nathaniel noticed that Mckenzie was very interested in military affairs and could not help saying, ""We're not only more advanced than other countries in terms of aviation! Our military is also one of the strongest in the world. Hence, if we declare war on Angolla, Laborn wouldn't even stand a chance!""" That's wonderful! Mckenzie stood up excitedly and paced back and forth. Laborn is so ambitious that he wants to occupy our mot

She lay on her side with her hands on her stomach, the way she always slept now — like holding them even before they were born. "His name is Dmitri," she told them quietly. "He's an Alpha. He's very powerful, apparently. And he doesn't know you exist." A pause. "I'm going to make sure you never need him to." She meant it. She meant every word of it. Then both boys kicked at the same moment — sharp and sudden, like they'd coordinated it — and Katya laughed out loud in her empty bedroom. Properly laughed, surprised out of it, pressing her palms against the movement.

Some are epic but mine turns out well. "You guys are cool. I want to wear this too," she said while scrolling through my gallery again. "Who is this? He looks handsome!" she pointed to wayne, my half Filipino and half American soldier friend. "He is my friend," I answered her question. "Your friends are handsome," she said with a smile as she looked at the pictures of my friends in the military one by one. Her eyes are dancing while her legs are swaying back and forth. I studied Kristine and I couldn't help but worry.

The silence in the car was heavy, but the unspoken words between Aleah and Hunter seemed even louder. “Wait, you two are married?” Leah gasped as Aleah and Hunter brought her into their house. Her jaw dropped when she spotted a wedding portrait on the wall, along with framed photos scattered around the living room. Her eyes darted to Hunter, then back to Aleah, and finally landed on a picture of Hunter in a military uniform. “You were in the military?” she asked, watching Hunter stride over to a cabinet and grab a first aid kit. “He’s an Alpha,” Aleah replied casually, as if that explained everything.

His nose is bleeding and his jaw seems to be dislocated but the calm expressions on his face don’t change. “ Is he here to…wage war again? ” Amelia whispers under her breath. “ He can do whatever the fuck he wants, but he is not touching a hair on your head, Lia. ” Tyson scoffs, pulling Amelia to himself in the background. My eyes almost get stuck in my head because I have to keep rolling them. “ Well, just so you know…Amelia is not that important in the South, Tyson Murdoch. Aleister doesn’t need to work hard to touch a hair on her head. She can keep her hair and her head and leave my Aleister alone. ”

Breathing hard, while his face was pale. "Alpha!" The entire room rose to attention. The scout nearly collapsed. "What happened?" my father demanded. The scout swallowed hard, then delivered the news. "The panthers crossed into Star Crox Dynamite territory." The room exploded as voices immediately filled the hall. Some whispered and argued. While some began to raise questions. Every person in the room is speaking at once. I looked toward Lynx. I noticed how his jaw tightened instantly. Star Crox. Louve's territory. The room erupted into debate. "They're provoking a war."

He only kissed her hair, or her forehead, or caressed her cheek. They had never really gone as far as actually kissing, or touching her in certain ways. Mirella went on, “Why don’t you make a move? You know? It would... let him know that you’re actually comfortable with it.” Kaliyah looked up at her, shyly. “You’re sure he would like that?” Mirella chuckled. “Are you kidding me? What mate wouldn’t want their mate to get close to them? And then there’s Levi. He’s an Alpha, a freaking possessive Alpha.”

My wolf whimpered louder, urging me to shrink back. “I… I don’t deserve an Alpha,” I stammered, voice cracking. “Please, don’t kill me. I’m just a low omega. I don’t even deserve to be here.” The first man, Arthur, was based on what the other man called him. He took a step closer, his expression hardening, but not with anger. With something else. Determination. “You’re not going to die,” he said evenly. “And I don’t care if you think you don’t deserve me. You’re mine.”