Today has included a tragic event I'd like to share with you all.
You see, having been ill for a few days, coming back to it all wasn't all too easy. However, the first two hours back progressed fairly standardly. Of course, Italy, having not seen me four days, was on my trail like a hound dog and would not shut up (something to do with accidental discoveries of bedroom matters between Greece and Japan- I tried my best to NOT listen here, art and of course, pasta. Typical). However, being at home alone for the past four days (and having to experience the loss at Eurovision. Damn! I thought the beanie hat would guarantee victory!) had made me almost miss the chatter (note the use of ALMOST), and I actually didn't tell him to shut up too much.

Well, things got rather odd during first break. France was oddly delighted to see me, and had even brought a gift.

I was suspicious at first. It was France, after all. But then let the curiosity take over and accepted his present.

I was not disappointed.

He had gotten me a potato.

I was so happy I almost cried.

Italy came over to see why I was tearing up, and then proceeded to party. It was beautiful.

BUT, THEN...

Japan seemed oddly interested in the potato. He requested to take a look at it, and knowing the usually dependable guy he was, I ended up giving it to him.

Big mistake.

After break was nearly over, I demanded to get my present back. But it was to no avail. Ireland had stolen it, and refused to give it back.

This.
Meant.
War.

Italy, for some strange reason did not run away, and curiously made his way to my side. He had decided to be my ally against the thieves. Good. 'Awesome', even, as East would say.

Through strange circumstances, it turned out to be Italy who actually snatched the potato back, only to throw it at me as Ireland took after him full pelt. I caught it, and Ireland swiftly latched his body onto me, wrestling for the root.

"NEIN, BITCH. DAS IST MEIN KARTOFFEL!" I yelled, holding my ground.

As Ireland attempted to frantically get the potato back by taking cheap shots at my vital regions, a rescue came from an unlikely source.

France.

I've never been so happy to see the pervert.

He quickly took the potato for safe keeping and ran off with it, and actually managed to get away from Ireland. He returned it to me after we had gotten to a safe place, and honestly, I've never been happier than to have reunited with it.

I stuffed the potato into my pocket, and went off to my next activity, thinking that it would be safe.

I was more or less right, until lunchtime.

I decided to make my way to the library for a light snack and some reading; plans which were ruined by Italy hopping over and wrapping my body into a tight embrace. A catcall from nearby alerted the presence of France, who had decided to stay in the library for the break with Spain. I swear to Gott I felt another presence nearby, but there was seemingly nobody there. Oh well.

I took out my potato, wondering what I should do with it (I ended up deciding to create mashed potatoes with it, if I'd had the chance). As I took it out, I was immediately tackled to the ground by Ireland, who was trying to, yet again, theif the potato from my grasp.

I threw it to Italy, who threw it to France, who threw it to Spain.

It was like a game of hot potato. Literally.

Spain was almost knocked out cold, but, unfortunately ended up losing the potato to Ireland, who took off with it.

It was returned to me, half an hour later, but it had been slitted to unrecognisable damage, and drawn on by pink highlighter.

I broke down in front of everyone, face in palm.

I'd just like to take a moment of silence for my potato gift. I have no idea where France had attained it from, or why he had decided to give it to me, but I had... Attached to the thing. It had been my potato, which had been stolen, and broken.

Rest in pieces, sweet, sweet kartoffel.
Rest in pieces.


/and that is a usual day for my hetalia groupies at school. actually got me a potato and everything. I was so sad when it died 8'(

I started but I don't know what should happen next! Any brilliant ideas?

The Avengers x Reader

Captain America, Thor, Iron Man, The Hulk, and Hawkeye x Reader

(title)

________________________

The Avengers all gathered around a large table ready to listen to what Fury had to say. More importantly, they wanted to know who the woman standing beside him was. 

"Avengers, this is ________ ________. She's a reporter and she's going to interview each of you for Fox News. I want you all to participate and treat her with respect understood?" Nick Fury explained.

"Do you really need to tell us to be good, sir? We're adults, not children." Natasha insisted.

"I was mostly talking to him." Fury glared his good eye at Tony, who chuckled. 

"Honestly Fury? You're more worried about me than God Complex or the Green Rage Monster?" Tony scoffed. 

"Mhm..." He gave the team one last 'Behave-or-else' stare before he left. "Play nice." He called as he waved over his shoulder. 

"W-well, Hello." _______ smiled to the group of superheroes. "It's a huge honor to be here with all of you! Thank you so much for agreeing to do this!" 

"Well we didn't have much of a choice..." Clint mumbled.

"Hey! Be nice, Robin Hood! Now, ________, you can interview us but first I'd like to take you on a VIP tour of our Headquarters." Tony played it cool as he stood up from his seat and sauntered up to ________. 

"Oh that would be fantastic! Thank you, Mr.Stark!" ________ beamed.

"Please, call me Tony. 'Mr.' Makes me feel old." He insisted as he put his hand on her back and guided her out of the meeting room and through a hallway. 

"Y-ya know maybe I should go with them just in case Stark's... Well... Stark." Steve stood up and marched after them. 

"I shall go as well." Thor stood up and followed the lead of the others. 

"Me too!" Clint left, leaving only Natasha and Bruce alone at the table.

"They're so stupid." Natasha sighed and rested her chin on her fist and her elbow on the table.

"Well can you blame them? She's hot." Bruce grinned.

Natasha lazily turned her head to glare at Bruce and he looked down at he his hands and twiddled his fingers.

"Right... Sorry." 
 
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"Would you like to see the lab?"

"Or maybe the armory?" 

"Or maybe---"

"Ya know, this was meant to be a private tour. Meaning only two people." Stark grumbled.

Steve walked beside _______ and held out his hand for her to shake. 

"Hi, Ste---" He began.

"Steve Rogers! The one and only Captain America! It's an honor to meet you sir. I've heard amazing things about you." ________ smiled and shook his hand. 

Steve chuckled. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you miss ______.---"

"Hello, I'm Thor!" Thor smiled and shook her hand. 

__________ giggled. "It's an honor to meet the Lord of Asgard!"  

"And God of Thunder!" 

"Show off..." Clint mumbled. 

"And of course, Hawkeye!" _______ turned to Clint. "It's an honor to meet you Mr.Barton." 

"Call me Clint." He grinned and shook her hand. "Would you like to see the Hawks Nest?"

(^^Fail at pick up line, sorry~"

"Ya know, it's a bit crowded. Maybe the three of you should, I don't know, LEAVE?" Tony groaned.

"We don't have to do this right now, if you prefer. I'd love to introduce myself to Dr.Banner and Ms.Romanoff--" ________ began.

"Oh, you don't want to meet them. Banner gets a little irritated when meeting new people, and you know where that leads. And Natasha's a stick in the mud." Stark insisted.

Steve, Thor and Clint knew he made up the thing about Bruce but they decided to go with it. After all, they all wanted a chance to impress ________ and if Bruce was absent that would be less "competition".

________ was a bit startled about the comment. "Does he really turn into... Ya know...?" 

"Oh yeah!" The men answered in unison. 

"He doesn't like being questioned either so you probably shouldn't interview him." Clint fibbed.

"Mr.Fury didn't mention anything about that..."
 
"Fury didn't tell you a lot of things. Like, Steve over here gets so nervous in interviews that he pees his pants." Tony grinned smugly.

"I do not!" He scoffed. "Stark wanted to take you on a private tour just so he could sleep with you!"

"I resent that! Unless, of course, you're into that sorta thing." Tony grinned down at you.

"C-could we skip the tour for now and go straight to the interviews." _________ stuttered, overwhelmed by what was going on.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea." Steve agreed, giving Tony a stern look.

"I'm afraid I do not understand what is happening." Thor whispered to Clint. 

"Stupid stuff." He replied. 

The four walked back to the table where Bruce and Natasha were still waiting. 

"If you'll all please excuse me for a moment, I left my briefcase downstairs with Agent Coulson." ________ smiled and scurried down the stairs.

Tony, Steve, Thor, Clint and Bruce ran to the balcony to watch her.

"She is beautiful." Thor swooned. "Like a goddess, and I should know!"

"Back off Zeus, I saw her first." Tony replied.

"You did not, we all saw her at the same time!" Steve insisted. "Besides, this is inappropriate! We should be focussed on work not on..." Steve was distracted as he watched ________ drop some papers on the floor. She bent the top of her body over and bent one of her legs slightly, grabbed the papers and 'snapped' her head back up, which flipped her hair.

"Woa Woa Woa! Did you see that? Wasn't that the 'Bend and Snap'? From that movie?" Clint asked. 

"You mean 'Legally Blonde'?" Bruce chuckled. 

"You actually watched that movie?" Tony laughed. 

"I don't understand." Steve announced. 

"Neither do I." Thor added.

"It means she must like one of us." Clint insisted.

"Or she's got the hots for Agent Coulson." Natasha suggested, clearly hearing every word they said from her seat at the table. 

The five men all looked back at Natasha, then down at _______, then at Coulson and burst into laughter.

"Yeah right!" They laughed. When they saw _______ begin to walk back upstairs they scrambled back to their seats. 

"I apologize for that!" _______ said as she walked up the last step and up to the table.

"So, how does this whole interview thing work. Are you going to interview us all as a group or individually...?" Bruce asked.

"Well whatever is most comfortable to you. 

"How about we do the interviews individually? Ya know, one on one." Tony suggested. 

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