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I screamed.
Loudly.
Falling out of bed, taking some blankets with me, I stood right back up. Lying on my bed was not my boyfriend, Gilbert, but a child. A CHILD. His short white hair was a giant mess and his red eyes appeared tired although my scream should've made him wide awake. The boy was dressed in my boyfriend's boxers that said "I am Awesome" in bold print all over it. My hands gripped the blankets as I wished that he wouldn't be stupid and get up because those boxers would slide right down his thin legs. Fritz! What if he did?! Immediately I became worried as we remained in awkward silence for what seemed like years. Maybe he'll grow during this time and fit those boxers…
"Frau, I know it's French Toast Saturday but we don't need to squeal about it." Pouting, the boy pulled up the thin bed sheet and tried going back to sleep. "Just give me a few awesome minutes before I squeal too…"
"YOU PERVERTED CHILD! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH GILBERT?!"
He sighed, "Someone's gotten high off zhe awesome excitement of breakfast~"
"ANSWER ME!"
"I fed him to Gilbird."
"LIAR!"
"Alright, alright! I'll get up now, jeez. You must be hungry, frau. I don't usually make breakfast zhis early but you're mein awesome girlfriend un you shall get your food."
My skin paled.
He was going to get up!
"NO! NO! NO-"
"VHAT DO YOU VANT FROM MEIN AWESOMENESS, FRAU?!"
I quickly averted my eyes from the boy standing on the opposite side of the bed. The boxers on the floor. So I reviewed this morning. Wake up. Find a pervert child lying where Gilbert should be. Argue. The boy is nude. Hm…Sounds legit! This must be a dream for I'm pretty sure my boyfriend doesn't get up at eight in the morning and leave children behind to keep me company.
(Gilbert's POV)
Why am I so short? Why are my boxers on the floor? Did I suddenly become an un-awesome midget of un-awesomeness? Am I hallucinating? Well I did have the most invigoratingly awesome sex with ___ last night~ She sure knows how to make reality disappear…But why would my girlfriend look away from my naked awesomeness? Doesn't she recognize my awesome five meters? I suppose she just wants her French toast and making a fuss about it by being so rude.
With a sigh, I pulled my boxers back up. Yet they were too big. Nein, I was too small. W-what is going on here?! WHY AM I NOT MY AWESOME AGE?! A mirror that hung on the door showed a reflection of an albino boy. Me. Holding up awesome boxers because he can't fit them.
"___? Did you tell Arthur to cast a spell on mein awesome form last night?"
"No! Wait…How do you know my name? And Arthur?"
I rolled my eyes, "I'm your boyfriend. Zhe one who apparently shrunk over night," I muttered.
___ looked at me disapprovingly before grabbing her cell phone. She quickly dialed a number and called it.
We waited.
"E-ello?"
"Who is this?!" My awesome girlfriend demanded.
"Arthur-" Responded a child.
"OH! SO YOU'RE A CHILD TOO?!"
There was a weak laugh, "Welllll…I sorta…Messed up a spell."
"ARTHUR KIRKLAND, TELL ME HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE BEEN AFFECTED THIS INSTANT!"
"…Every person who embodies a nation…"
"WELL FIX IT!"
And with that, ___ ended the call.
(Your POV)
Gilbert sat at the kitchen counter staring down at his food with his poker face. I know I'm not the best cook, being taught by Arthur, but I have some decency! Being the nice person that I am, I buttered his French toast, poured syrup on it, and cut it into tiny squares! He could show some appreciation…Especially since I cooked bacon for him. Well I enjoyed MY breakfast and ate ALL of it with EXTRA toast AND bacon. Selfish little…WHY CAN'T HE BE THANKFUL FOR MY COOKING?!
Suddenly he set his fork down and looked at me with his big red eyes. "May I claim your vital regions?"
"W-what?! NO!"
"…How about now?"
"I'm twenty-two years old and you're…"
"Nine."
"NINE! SEE THE ISSUE?!" I face-palmed, why did he have to be so persistent? "When you're back to being my age, you may have my vital regions."
His head tilted a little bit, "But I'm horny nowwwwwwwww."
I've never heard a nine year old say such a thing-OH WAIT! YES I HAVE!
(Le Flashback) (Gilbert's POV)
Third grade would never have been more awesome without ___ in my class. The awesome class of awesomeness. I would sit at my desk staring at her, daydreaming about what it'd be like to have her as my awesome girlfriend…Of awesomeness. On the awesome playground—of awesomeness—I'd watch her wrestle with her brother, Alfred, and win. During our reading session of un-awesomeness, ___ would be helping her other brother, Matthew, understand words if he was having trouble. Sometimes the teacher would yell at me to focus on work but my attention always returned to ___. That fräulein would be mine…
Our class was working on a book assignment. Something about science…I'd rather learn chemistry. The sexy kind of chemistry. We had to measure out certain objects too, which gave me the chance to brag about how big my five meters is to my friends, Francis and Antonio.
"Five of zhese meter sticks is how big mein awesome five meters is! Kesesesesese!"
"Then you should see the Eiffel Tower!" Francis exclaimed with a smile.
I gave him a light punch, irritated that he would make my size seem small. "What do you think, Antonio?" I asked in hopes he'd be impressed with what I said.
"Oh Lovi~You sexy beast of a tomato…" Antonio had his elbows on a desk, propping his head up with his hands. Obviously paying more attention to an Italian than his own friends. "I just want to eat you right up!"
Exchanging the meter stick with a ruler, I walked over towards ___. She was too busy talking with her brothers to notice that I was almost right behind her. My eyes glanced down at her school uniform's skirt and I smirked. The skirts these days were made quite short for a man's amusement.
Slowly I lifted up the back of her skirt with the ruler to see her light blue and white plaid undies. Mein gott they're awesome! I stared for a bit longer before moving the ruler away as if nothing happened.
"Huh?" She turned around, her gaze locking with mine. "Beilschmidt."
"Hm? Ah, ___, didn't see you zhere!"
"What are you up to?"
"Oh…Just being horny," about you, "as usual."
(Le Normal Time) (Your POV)
Yup. That was Gilbert being horny alright.
Loudly.
Falling out of bed, taking some blankets with me, I stood right back up. Lying on my bed was not my boyfriend, Gilbert, but a child. A CHILD. His short white hair was a giant mess and his red eyes appeared tired although my scream should've made him wide awake. The boy was dressed in my boyfriend's boxers that said "I am Awesome" in bold print all over it. My hands gripped the blankets as I wished that he wouldn't be stupid and get up because those boxers would slide right down his thin legs. Fritz! What if he did?! Immediately I became worried as we remained in awkward silence for what seemed like years. Maybe he'll grow during this time and fit those boxers…
"Frau, I know it's French Toast Saturday but we don't need to squeal about it." Pouting, the boy pulled up the thin bed sheet and tried going back to sleep. "Just give me a few awesome minutes before I squeal too…"
"YOU PERVERTED CHILD! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH GILBERT?!"
He sighed, "Someone's gotten high off zhe awesome excitement of breakfast~"
"ANSWER ME!"
"I fed him to Gilbird."
"LIAR!"
"Alright, alright! I'll get up now, jeez. You must be hungry, frau. I don't usually make breakfast zhis early but you're mein awesome girlfriend un you shall get your food."
My skin paled.
He was going to get up!
"NO! NO! NO-"
"VHAT DO YOU VANT FROM MEIN AWESOMENESS, FRAU?!"
I quickly averted my eyes from the boy standing on the opposite side of the bed. The boxers on the floor. So I reviewed this morning. Wake up. Find a pervert child lying where Gilbert should be. Argue. The boy is nude. Hm…Sounds legit! This must be a dream for I'm pretty sure my boyfriend doesn't get up at eight in the morning and leave children behind to keep me company.
(Gilbert's POV)
Why am I so short? Why are my boxers on the floor? Did I suddenly become an un-awesome midget of un-awesomeness? Am I hallucinating? Well I did have the most invigoratingly awesome sex with ___ last night~ She sure knows how to make reality disappear…But why would my girlfriend look away from my naked awesomeness? Doesn't she recognize my awesome five meters? I suppose she just wants her French toast and making a fuss about it by being so rude.
With a sigh, I pulled my boxers back up. Yet they were too big. Nein, I was too small. W-what is going on here?! WHY AM I NOT MY AWESOME AGE?! A mirror that hung on the door showed a reflection of an albino boy. Me. Holding up awesome boxers because he can't fit them.
"___? Did you tell Arthur to cast a spell on mein awesome form last night?"
"No! Wait…How do you know my name? And Arthur?"
I rolled my eyes, "I'm your boyfriend. Zhe one who apparently shrunk over night," I muttered.
___ looked at me disapprovingly before grabbing her cell phone. She quickly dialed a number and called it.
We waited.
"E-ello?"
"Who is this?!" My awesome girlfriend demanded.
"Arthur-" Responded a child.
"OH! SO YOU'RE A CHILD TOO?!"
There was a weak laugh, "Welllll…I sorta…Messed up a spell."
"ARTHUR KIRKLAND, TELL ME HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE BEEN AFFECTED THIS INSTANT!"
"…Every person who embodies a nation…"
"WELL FIX IT!"
And with that, ___ ended the call.
(Your POV)
Gilbert sat at the kitchen counter staring down at his food with his poker face. I know I'm not the best cook, being taught by Arthur, but I have some decency! Being the nice person that I am, I buttered his French toast, poured syrup on it, and cut it into tiny squares! He could show some appreciation…Especially since I cooked bacon for him. Well I enjoyed MY breakfast and ate ALL of it with EXTRA toast AND bacon. Selfish little…WHY CAN'T HE BE THANKFUL FOR MY COOKING?!
Suddenly he set his fork down and looked at me with his big red eyes. "May I claim your vital regions?"
"W-what?! NO!"
"…How about now?"
"I'm twenty-two years old and you're…"
"Nine."
"NINE! SEE THE ISSUE?!" I face-palmed, why did he have to be so persistent? "When you're back to being my age, you may have my vital regions."
His head tilted a little bit, "But I'm horny nowwwwwwwww."
I've never heard a nine year old say such a thing-OH WAIT! YES I HAVE!
(Le Flashback) (Gilbert's POV)
Third grade would never have been more awesome without ___ in my class. The awesome class of awesomeness. I would sit at my desk staring at her, daydreaming about what it'd be like to have her as my awesome girlfriend…Of awesomeness. On the awesome playground—of awesomeness—I'd watch her wrestle with her brother, Alfred, and win. During our reading session of un-awesomeness, ___ would be helping her other brother, Matthew, understand words if he was having trouble. Sometimes the teacher would yell at me to focus on work but my attention always returned to ___. That fräulein would be mine…
Our class was working on a book assignment. Something about science…I'd rather learn chemistry. The sexy kind of chemistry. We had to measure out certain objects too, which gave me the chance to brag about how big my five meters is to my friends, Francis and Antonio.
"Five of zhese meter sticks is how big mein awesome five meters is! Kesesesesese!"
"Then you should see the Eiffel Tower!" Francis exclaimed with a smile.
I gave him a light punch, irritated that he would make my size seem small. "What do you think, Antonio?" I asked in hopes he'd be impressed with what I said.
"Oh Lovi~You sexy beast of a tomato…" Antonio had his elbows on a desk, propping his head up with his hands. Obviously paying more attention to an Italian than his own friends. "I just want to eat you right up!"
Exchanging the meter stick with a ruler, I walked over towards ___. She was too busy talking with her brothers to notice that I was almost right behind her. My eyes glanced down at her school uniform's skirt and I smirked. The skirts these days were made quite short for a man's amusement.
Slowly I lifted up the back of her skirt with the ruler to see her light blue and white plaid undies. Mein gott they're awesome! I stared for a bit longer before moving the ruler away as if nothing happened.
"Huh?" She turned around, her gaze locking with mine. "Beilschmidt."
"Hm? Ah, ___, didn't see you zhere!"
"What are you up to?"
"Oh…Just being horny," about you, "as usual."
(Le Normal Time) (Your POV)
Yup. That was Gilbert being horny alright.
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A-antonio?! 0///0 What are you saying!?! And Gilll!! You're such a pervert!!!