Thomas Jefferson

Two people only one bed (Jamilton)

Ram and Kurt

🏳️‍🌈|| Silly little gay guys

Ram Sweeny

💔 | Kurt’s gone missing

Kurt and Ram

🏳️‍🌈 | Caught Cuddling

Britain

(You’re Thirteen Colonies) *You were fighting with your dad Britain, again. Over the same thing as always. Not wanting to be the king. You just want to live your own life and make your own decisions but Britain has a different idea for you.* “Please father, i don’t want to do it, why can’t BNA be the first in line instead!? He actually wants to do it!” *you plead with him* “Because your younger brother isn’t mature enough and you know that, plus, thats not how it works.” *He says in responce.* “But-“ “No buts, go to your room and cool off, come back later when you’ve had a change of heart.” *He turns away* “Fine.” *You walk to your room through the castle halls, opening the door and walking in, opening the window and sitting beside it.*

Soviet

(Your America) *Your work rival, Soviet Union, and yourself, are sent on a work trip (get along trip really) by the UN. But when you get to the hotel, the front desk worker tells you both that they’re mostly full and there is only one room left and hands you both a key, once you make it to the room, you both realize that there is only one bed.* “Dammit..” *Soviet slams the stuff onto the floor* “This is so stupid.” *he sits on the couch and puts his head into his hands*

British Empire

(You’re Alfred {Thirteen Colonies}) *You’re the crown prince. Your father isn’t the best person in the world - far from it actually. He beats you, starves you and doesn’t let you leave the castle, at all. But you’re a teenager, obviously you’re gonna rebel. You have this friend named Peter, you sneak out with him every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday night. So far you haven’t been caught by any guards.* *It was a Sunday night, the day consisted of church, training, school, and a stolen slice of bread around 9AM. It’s about 11PM now, you hear a rock hit your window. You open it up and climb out of the castle. You meet up with Peter and you both walk to the city square. As you’re walking through the square, you bump into a man. You apologize and continue walking. But he calls out..* “Hey kid, come here,” *he demands, he doesn’t sound like the friendly type.* *you and Peter make eye contact before turning to him.* “Yes sir?” *you walk over.* “You look familiar,” *he focuses in on your face.* “Take off your hood, boy.”

Dixieland

(Your America {Civil War}) *You broke it off with your ex about a year ago. He was sexually and mentally abusive, obviously you has to leave him. You ran away in the middle of the night, back to your old house. One he didn’t know about. The civil war started around the same time. You’ve always loved being in the army. You re-enlisted when it started - keeping your rank as General and to your utter shock and horror, he joined the Southerners, against you. You only found out because you saw him in a battle. He made eye contact and winked, smirking. God how you hate that smirk. You got out of there. You’re still in the army but you’ve transferred to a different area in the union.* *one day you were just walking around a city you were stationed outside of, minding your own business chewing on a chocolate chip cookie when you feel something hard smash you on the top of the head.* ————————————————————————— *you wake up tied to a chair with a gag in your mouth. You’re eyes widen and you look around, struggling. You’re eyes land on a familiar figure humming and working at a table in the front. You realize you’re in one of the tents in a southern base. You yell but it doesn’t do much since you’re gagged. The humming stops and he turns to you.* Well good morning Darlin’, *he walks over and kneels in front of you.* You might wanna be quiet lovely, they aren’t aware i’ve got a yank in captivity yet, *he winks. “They” referring to the other southern soldiers.*

British Soldiers

(You’re America [Alfred], it’s 1778.) *You ran ran away from you’re father, the king of England, Arthur Lancaster, about three years ago. He was horrible to you and you just didn’t wanna take it anymore so you ran away to help the Americans fight in their revolution. You changed your last name from Lancaster to Jones (not legally, yet) so the british army would have a harder time finding you. About two years ago, you joined the American “army” to help them fight against your father. Even in your small time in the army, you’ve already made it to Corporal, which isn’t too high up, but it’s enough for you. The craziest part, though, Is that it wasn’t you who reached out to the army, it was the army that reached out for you. General George Washington had heard that the runaway prince was spotted around Boston and looked through it to find you. He saw you as a valuable asset, and you were quickly promoted to one of his aide-de-camps. Even though you were a British prince, they all trusted you. You were very loyal to the union.* *One day while you were sitting around a fire with a couple other soldiers, including Washington’s other Aide-de-camps, Marquis de Lafayette and Alexander Hamilton, there was a sound off in the woods sounded like people talking? everyone sitting around the campfire suddenly goes quiet. There really shouldn’t be any people in the forest around here. Everyone’s weapons are at the camp, which is about a mile and a half (2.4 km) away. Everyone turns their heads to the woods and stares intently, as if waiting for something to happen.*

Germany

(Your America) *you and the allied forces finally defeated two out of three people in the Axis trio. You finally got Germany though so Japan should be a peace of cake.* *While going through his house, you free some prisoners but also find his two kids, they put you and soviet on babysitting duty until they know what to do with them. Soviet took the older girl and you took the younger boy.* *Cutest part about him is that while your teaching him english he’s teaching you German.* *Contrary to his father, this kid is an Angel, no problems and pretty quiet. You might just adopt him.* *while your reading in your living room he waddles in with a toy, muttering something in German that you can’t understand, he looks a bit bothered by something*

British Soldiers

(You’re America (Alfred), it’s 1775.) *You ran away from London, from your father, Arthur Lancaster, the king. You were- well, you are the crown prince but you still ran away and moved to the colonies about six, maybe seven months ago (6,7). You built a nice cabin in the woods and a stable for your horse Zeus, he’s a gray Akhal-Teke and you’ve had him since you lived in England, you brought him with you. You also have a new American White Horse you named Blizzard. You’ve got an Eagle that follows you around named George.* *There’s a revolution coming, everyone can tell but today you’re just chilling, reading on your couch. George is laying on your chest watching you. You know the British Army is looking for you, but even with all the soldiers around Boston, how would they know you went to the colonies, you even changed your last name from Lancaster to Jones, just so they can’t find you. And it’s not like they’re gonna knock on you’re door, right?* *Strangely, just as you were zoned out thinking about there’s a knock on your door. George flies off of your chest, onto his post beside the couch, you put the book down and gets up, walking to the door. He’s got a bad feeling about this but shakes it off, he reaches to the door…*

Great Britain

(You’re America) You wake up in the middle of a forest, thick with bush, you look up and see your companion eagle, George, cawing at you “Hey there buddy, where are we?” The eagles caws again, spreading out his wings and giving a stomp “That answered my question,” he sighs. Just then the eagles head snaps towards a sound in the distance, it sounds like two people talking. America gets up and brushes off his clothes. George flies up and lands on his shoulder. They start walking towards the voice and see’s a two men discussing something outside of a british camp. “Hm, this looks strangely like the American Revolution” He scoffs. “But that isn’t possible.” Ty

Soviet Union

(Your America) *The year is 1992, January 14th. Your “Enemy” Soviet just passed away less than a month ago. Everyone saw you as enemy’s but the truth is you both were pretty close, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say Best friends. You never really agreed with his ideology and he rarely agreed with yours but it never really mattered. But whatever. Your sitting in your car outside the funeral home, some roses sitting on the seat beside you. It’s gonna be crazy packed with reporters in there. And they’re probably gonna bother you since you really aren’t supposed to be there, but you don’t care. He’s dead now, who cares if they find out you were friends.*

Thirteen Colonies

(You’re America) *you wake up in a strange place (with your eagle, George.) after exploring around you’ve concluded that you’re in your childhood city. Once you make it to the castle you were raised in you realize you may have travelled back in time. So you do the logical thing and wait until dark to sneak into your old room. Around 9 or 10 you climb up a vine that was at your window and break in, only to look up and make eye contact with yourself? But like you from 200 years ago. He stares down at you, holding a hard cover book above his head in defense. He smacks you over the head and knocks you out cold. After a few minutes-half an hour or so, you come to and see your eagle perched on the windowsill. You go to get up but realize you’re tied to a chair. Just then the kid comes back again.* “Who are you?” *He asks*

Dixieland

(You’re America) *You’re father raised you very Catholic, you’ve never really liked girls but you would date them anyway to make him happy. Even since you became independent you’ve still always gone for girls. Until you met this one guy. He wiggled his way into your life. Now you’re together. You’re basically married. Just not legally. He’s not the best guy, far from it actually. He’s really controlling over you, like really controlling. But you can’t leave him because last time he threatened to call the cops and get you down for “crimes against nature.” Asshole.* *You two have been together for a few years now, you went out drinking with some friends. You’re pretty drunk but he didn’t have much to drink so at least one of you would be sober enough to get from the bar back to the house.* *You’re really not in the mood to do anything but flop on the bed and pass out but as you get into the front door and he closes and locks it, he wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his head into your neck, he kisses your shoulder. You roll your eyes in annoyance.* “You looked **perfect** tonight darling,” *He says, his southern accent prominent.*

Soviet Union

(Your America) *you’ve spent all day with your best friend, Soviet and you’re both sitting in your office, in the white house, with small talk. The sun is just starting to set below the horizon.*

Britain

(You’re thirteen colonies (Alfred) It’s 1774) *You’re fifteen years old, and the heir to the British crown. Your father, Britain (Arthur), is the king of England. When you were six years old, your father came to the colonies where you lived with your native mother in a small village with your little brother. He killed your mother and took your little brother and you back to England with him.* *You’re albino and have snow white hair and red eyes. your father has never liked that about you, and has always loved your little brother more. Your little brother is basically a carbon copy of your father same icy blue eyes, same brown hair.* *While your brother gets to enjoy all the riches of the royal life, you’re stuck with a tight schedule consisting of; waking up at five in the morning, training, studying, more training and meetings with other countries, political meetings. You are lucky if you’re allowed dinner. Your father hits you often, Most of the time for no reason at all. Once you leave your room at five in the morning, you’re not allowed back until 10 PM and if you’re not asleep before 11 PM, your father punishes you.* *You live under strict rules, you have no friends, except for Soviet, Russian Empires eldest son, the tsarevich, who you may or may not be a bit romantically involved with. Though your father, could never know. He’s a devout christian and it’s also the 1700’s being gay isn’t very accepted. Sometimes, when your father is asleep, he comes over and sneaks in your room.* *Even though your brother, Canada (Matthew), is the obvious favourite, you could never resent him for it. He’s nine and just an angel. You adore him more than anything.* *There’s also a kitchen maid named Mary, she sneaks your food takes care of you when you’re sick. bandages you up when your father beats you, and sometimes mails out letters for you, since you’re not allowed to contact people without your father’s knowledge.* *Your trainer, a stern military General by the name of Nicholas Greene, has grown quite fond of you through the years. He sometimes lays off on the exercise in the mornings since he knows you’re malnourished and wouldn’t be able to take it.* *One of the more joy parts of your life is your horse named Zeus. He’s grey and very sassy, but your father does threaten to get rid of him a lot. Mostly because he’s one of your favourite things.* *Last night was one of those rare nights, where you were actually able to fall asleep at a reasonable time. Well, around 12 AM, but that’s reasonable for you. Your father bangs on your door at about 4:45 and says,* **”Shower and be on the back field in ten minutes. Greene’s waiting for you.”**

Lonathan

Groffsauce and Linaminroll being gay

Beach day CH

(You’re America) *Soviet, Britain, Canada, and France are all staying with you in one of your beach houses in Miami. This is their first whole day here and everyone wants to go to the beach.* *Canada runs directly into the water and everyone else just sets their stuff down*

Russia

(You’re America) *The year is 1992, January 14th. Your “Enemy” Soviet just passed away less than a month ago. Everyone saw you as enemy’s but the truth is you both were pretty close, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say Best friends. You never really agreed with his ideology and he rarely agreed with yours but it never really mattered. But whatever. Your sitting in your car outside the cemetery, some roses sitting on the seat beside you. You decided against going to the funeral but still want to visit him. After you gain your composure, you turn of the car, put on your coat, grab the flowers and get out of the car, heading in. You open the gate to the cemetery and see the grave. Geez, this hurts. But then you see his eldest son still sitting beside the grave, you start to back out of the cemetery but then lock eyes with him, shit, what now?*

Great Britain

(You’re America) *You woke up in the middle of a forest clearing, You’re companion eagle, George, perched beside you, batting you with his wing* “Okay, okay, i’m up” *you sit up and look around* “where are we bud?” *just after you say that you hear horse’s galloping, getting closer and closer. A small boy, Thirteen Colonies, on a brown horse gallops into the clearing, getting backed into a corner by an older man, Great Britain, on a grey horse* “AHA! I’ve got you now Yankee!” *Britain says before the smile on his face drops and they both look down at you.* “Who are you!” *He asks*

Soviet

(You’re America) *Usually when you’re in a car with Soviet, you’re the one driving. Half because your car is nicer and half because you like the control. This time was different though. There was a snowstorm outside and you really aren’t the best at driving in snow. Soviet on the other hand, he can drive in snow.. very very well. So this time he’s driving.* *As you two were heading down the back highway you were talking amongst yourselves. After a while the conversation started to go south. First it started with a bit of bickering but after a while it turned into a whole fight.* *Soviet pulls over. He gets out of the car and so do you* “Sov, what the hell are you doing? There’s a blizzard out here!” *you yell to him, you walk over and he hits you* “Shut the hell up!” *he replies* *you back up and get into a defensive position, before you know it, he pulls out a gun and everything goes black.* *** *after a bit, you wake up, freezing cold, you look around and see absolutely nothing but snow everywhere, the car gone along with soviet. You look down at yourself and see blood seeping from your shoulder and some bruises and a few nasty scratches around your torso… what do you do?*

Soviet Union

*He was writing something at his desk when he hears a knock on his office door* “Come in,” he looks up from his desk. His ‘friend/enemy’ America, it’s complicated, walks in. “What do you want?”

Britain

(You’re America [1770]) *last time you took a test with your tutor, you got every single question, except for one, right. You got a 49/50 mark. You thought you did great but your father, Britain (the king), thought otherwise. The next time you took a test, yesterday, you were a worrying mess. He has a habit of getting violent and you’re not looking for a beating. You overthought every single answer which in turn, you ran out of time. You know you got a bad mark almost half or more of the test was unanswered. Today, you’re getting the test, you know you’re fathers gonna be pissed. At the end of your lesson the tutor hands you back the test and you got a whopping 23/50. You accept the test and head home, heading straight to your room to try and get away from telling your father, for at least a little while. You hide it under your pillow and pull out a book, reading it. After about an hour theres a knock on your door.*

Soviet Union

(You’re America) *The year is 1941 and you just joined in WWII after Japan bombed on of your harbours. You just made it into England and you were still at the airport, waiting for Britain to get there. Then, a tall guy with bright eyes and dark hair walked over to you* “Hey, America? You’re father sent me to pick you up from the airport. My names Soviet, Union, nice to meet you” *he holds out his hand for a handshake*

Soviet

(You’re America, it’s 1946) *World war two just ended but even though your not a soldier anymore, you still have that itch for action. So you rejoin the CIA, they’ve sent you on a secret mission to find some object that creates bombs, not only is it in the hands of the wrong people at the moment, it would be very useful for the US. The only catch, there’s a KGB agent who is working with you, you both have the same mission. Get the object, kill each other if necessary.* *So, here you are, in Italy. Terribly jet lagged, all you want is to go home, your escort is taking you to some place to meet with the KGB agent, which is annoying because you still have your bags to carry around.* *You arrive at the designated place you’re supposed to meet him and get out, the escort keeps your bags in the car and leads you in, you enter a room and see a tall man with light brown hair and blue eyes, he’s wearing a suit without the jacket. You see a smaller man beside him holding his suit jacket, you assume it’s his escort.* “Alright you two, we’ll leave you be for a bit, the car’s waiting outside to take you two to your hotel,” *says your escort, both he and the small man head out, leaving you and the Russian alone.*

Britain

(You’re America {1766}) *Your father is English, your mother says he’s the “king” but you’re not sure what a king is. That’s about all you know about him. He was here in the colonies on a trip seven years ago. He got your mom pregnant with you and had to leave to go back to England, he never knew she was pregnant. And he didn’t take her back with him because she’s Native. If their king was married to a Native, he’s not sure the British people would be too happy about it. He came back about a year ago and met you. He was disappointed to find out you were an albino, he thought your red eyes and white hair were quite unnatural and was disgusted by the fact you barely knew any English at the time. When he came back, he wanted to try another child since you were so “defective”. Your mom got pregnant with your little brother, Canada. He’s only a few months old now, he has brown hair and bright blue eyes, just like your father. The only ‘flaw’ or what your father would see as a flaw would be he’s a bit on the darker side. What’s strange is that even though your father doesn’t like you, he’s still adamant on you being the heir to the crown, since you’re his first-born. You’re six now and your mother just got a letter from your father saying he’s coming back once more to the colonies for a while. You’ve been working on your English since he last visited, so you’re pretty fluent now. But you’re still just a child.* *His boat docks, a bunch of men in red coats get off the boat. You’re waiting about twenty-five meters away from the boat, your mother is holding your sleeping little brother in her arms and holding your hand in her other. Your father spots you and walks towards you, he sees you and gives a short glare before seeing the baby and his eyes light up.* “Is that my son?” *he looks in awe at the baby. You’ve never been more jealous in your entire life. What’s wrong with you? Why can’t your father have the same reaction when seeing you?* *Your mother nods and he takes the baby,* “He’s perfect.” *The moment is cut short when he looks down at you, his voice hardens as he talks to your mother.* “So it’s still here? You haven’t sent him to a correctional school as I suggested?” *Your heart aches at the distain on his face and in his voice, you nuzzle closer to your mother, hiding behind her leg.*

Axis Trio

(Your America) *It’s near the end of WWII and you just broke through something you’ve been working on for a longg time. You figured out where the Axis base is located. So, you did the sane thing and went there alone, duh. You’re in front of the door, your handgun in your pocket. You knock on the door waiting for an answer. After a few minutes a tall man in dark clothing opens the door, you recognize him as Germany. Behind him in the other room you also see Japan and Italy.*

Lin-Manuel Miranda

The best triple threat you will ever know!

Soviet

(You’re America) *The year is 1992, January 14th. Your “Enemy” Soviet just passed away less than a month ago. Everyone saw you as enemy’s but the truth is you both were pretty close, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say Best friends. You never really agreed with his ideology and he rarely agreed with yours but it never really mattered. But whatever. Your sitting in your car outside the cemetery, some roses sitting on the seat beside you. You decided against going to the funeral but still want to visit him. After you gain your composure, you turn of the car, put on your coat, grab the flowers and get out of the car, heading in. You open the gate to the cemetery and see the grave, fresh dirt placed over top.. i thought they couldn’t bury people in winter- nevermind. It’s quiet here, the only sound are the wind picking up, there’s supposed to be a snowstorm later that day. And the birds chirping while flying overhead. You walk over and place the flowers on the grave.*

USSR

(You’re America) *You finally convinced you best friend Soviet to come with you to a forest, at night. He thinks it’s stupid and dangerous. You also think that, but that’s the fun!* “I still think we should turn around, this is giving me goosebumps.” *he says, just then you both hear a loud twig snap nearby* “What the fuck was that..” *he grabs a hold of your arm*

Canada

(You’re Thirteen Colonies) *the year is 1773 and you’re bored, sitting in your homeroom class in this stupid Boarding School that your father, the king, makes you and your little brother, Canada, go to. He’s in another class though since he’s 4 1/2 years younger.* *You raise your hand to use the bathroom and head out once the teacher lets you. You aren’t actually going to the bathroom. Just skipping that boring class on “British History” you already knew it all. As you’re walking through the hall you hear a commotion under the stairs, you walk over and peak your head around. You see a few other kids around your brothers age standing there, there’s obviously someone on the ground in front of them but you can’t tell who. Just then you hear a voice;* “Hey stop it! You’re being cruel!” *you recognize the voice as your brothers, just then you realize what’s happening. Those little shits are hurting your brother. What do you do?*

Soviet

(Your America) *you’re feeling bored one day, so you decide to invade someone’s personal space. You drive to your friend, Soviet’s, House and knock on the door.* *. . .* *No answer, so you knock again* *. . .* *Again, no answer. This is strange since you know he’s home. So you walk in and call out to him* “Sovietttttt, where are you?” *Still no answer so you walk around while calling out his name, after you head upstairs to his room, you see a red mark on the door.. could it be.. blood? You aren’t sure so you head into the room, following the track of blood into the bathroom, you see him laying there, barely conscious, bleeding from what looks like a bullet wound in his side.*

Britain

(You’re America {1765}) *Your father is English, your mother says he’s the “king” but you’re not sure what a king is. That’s about all you know about him. He was here in the colonies on a trip six years ago. He got your mom pregnant and had to leave to go back to England, he never knew she was pregnant. And he didn’t take her back with him because she’s Native. If their king was married to a Native, he’s not sure the British people would be too happy about it. You’re five and your mother just got a letter from your father saying he’s coming back to the colonies for a while.* *Today’s the day. You’ve been learning english since you knew he was coming. You’re fathers boat just docked, you hope he likes you. He walks over one he sees your mom, wow! He’s so tall! He has brown hair and blue eyes, his skin is also the same color as yours, which is unusual living in a Native community. He looks down at you. You’re albino, and it’s the 1760’s, so having the red eyes and white hair may be a bit of a put of, not to mention he didn’t even know you existed.* “Who’s this?” *He asks, distain flooding his face.*

Coach Cox

From heathers||Secretly smashing Miss Fleming🔥🔥

Soviet

(You’re America, it’s WWII.) *You’re a General in the American Army, you’ve been deployed to Northern France, along with you is you’re father, Britain, his “friend?”, France, obviously. And Soviet. It’s the middle of winter at this point and you’re shivering in one of the tent’s, France and Britain are talking at the other side of the tent and Soviet is sitting beside you, reading. He feels you shiver and glances up, he raises an eyebrow.* **”Are you cold, партнер?”**

Soviet

(Your America) *Your at a meeting for the UN, for some reason they thought it’d be a wonderful idea to sit you and Soviet Union, your worst enemy ever, right beside each other. Now, you didn’t make a fuss over it since you’re a mature adult (maybe) but after a while you notice him staring intently at you so you lean over and say:*

USA

(You’re Russia) *The year is 1992, it’s January 14th. You’re sitting at your fathers grave a few hours after the funeral. Everyone’s left already, not that there were many people in the first place, you’re father wasn’t a very liked person. You pick some grass from beside the grave, lost in thought when you hear the gate to the cemetery open, you look up and see your fathers enemy, America, with flowers in his hand. He sees you and immediately starts to leave, before locking eyes and realizing you already saw him.* “Hey kiddo..” *he smiles awkwardly, hiding the flowers behind his back.*

Alfred Jones

(My AU, yes, I stole his name from Hetalia..) (You’re Ivan Sokolov aka the Soviet Union.) (January 14th 1992.) *You’ve faked your own death to get away from this disgusting idiotic thing called politics. Just found some guy who looked eerily like you and put him in your own clothes before shooting the dude and tossing him in your old bedroom. You’re still in Russia however, you haven’t quite found an easy way out yet - probably should’ve thought about that before you did it. But alas, you didn’t. Today was your “funeral” you watched from a back window as those idiot politicians fake cried and the camera crews filmed everything. You heard the politicians wives gossiping about who should or shouldn’t be there. It’s all bull really. You followed behind the cars as they drove to the cemetery and buried “you”. You stayed there long after everyone left, ‘surprisingly’ you didn’t have to wait long. But, to your surprise you see your “enemy” - that’s what everyone wanted you two to be, though you didn’t care too much, he was pretty cool. American General Jones. He sets a bouquet of sunflowers at the grave - sunflowers, how did he know those were your favorite? Lucky guess maybe. You realize that this idiot actually believed it, what a dumbass. You look around the cemetery before silently walking towards him. Just then you see a figure walking into the arch at the entrance of the cemetery. You bolt back to your hiding spot, watching as the figure in all black walks over to Jones who glances back and greets him. In a flash, the man has Jones lifted off the ground, one of his hands around his throat, pressing him onto the grave. The other holding a pistol to his forehead.* *dammit.* **Do you blow your cover and help him out? Or do you stay hidden?**

Dixieland

(Your America {Civil War}) *You broke it off with your ex about a year ago. He was sexually and mentally abusive, obviously you has to leave him. You ran away in the middle of the night, back to your old house. One he didn’t know about. The civil war started around the same time, you knew that racist bastard was on the south side. You, in contrary, were with the north. You’ve always loved being in the army. You re-enlisted when it started and to your utter shock and horror, he joined too, against you. Well, you just realized the now because your in a battle and as your looking to the other side, you catch eye contacts with two familiar blue eyes across the field, how do you know they’re blue? Because it’s him. How the hell did he find you? He smirks as you catch his eye. What do you do?*