deviant art

Deviant Login
Buy Art Buy adCast Buy Premium Membership
Shop		  Join deviantART for FREE Take the Tour
[x]
Browse More Like This
Download File
SWF, 44.4 KB more ▶

More from ~GaeaGaea

EnglandxReader: Insane? 7, 1Chapter 7
A/N: This chapter is split into two parts.
PART 1
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________
12:00 AM, Interpol Headquarters
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________
"Oi!"
A dark, stout man swiveled around in his chair towards his co-worker. He plucked a cohiba(1) from his breast pocket and lit it.
"Que bolá, asere?(2)" The man rose from his chair and leisurely walked up behind his soft-spoken counterpart.
The other man was blonde, and wore glasses. He didn't even look up from his computer. He was huddled close to the screen, intensely focused on his work.
When he didn't answer, the stout man puffed his cigar and pulled his dreadlocks back into a ponytail. "Matthew, you want to know something?" He picked up a photograph that was sitting on his desk and studied it. "You always stink like maple syrup. It makes me sick."
Matthew turn
EnglandxReader: Insane? 6Chapter 6
 
.....Francis?......
............Francis Bonnefoy?............
The name rung a bell, but you couldn't quite remember where you'd heard it before. You've certainly never seen him before...
Then why was he so familiar?
But you didn't have time to think about it. He was looking at you, expectantly. You glanced at Arthur, who seemed to be at a loss for what to say. He caught your eye and shrugged.
You looked back at Francis and thought quickly.
"We came here in a black Jaguar, officer. I think we parked somewhere....over there..." You gestured to a general area in the parking lot. "You're much taller than I am, sir. Can you see it from here?"
His eyes left you for a moment as he scanned the lot for your car. "Oui, oui, I see it, ma'moiselle. Over zere!" He turned back to you. "S'il vous plait (please), madame, let me escort you." He offered you his hand.
To be honest, you thought he was a creeper. But the last thing you needed right now was a suspicious police
EnglandxReader: Insane? 5Chapter 5
A/N: Warning:There is some language in here!
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________
There were no other cars on the road. It was 3:06 AM in the morning, according to the digital clock in Arthur's car.
"Why the hell are you driving so slow?" Natalia had her arms crossed, and was growing impatient.
"The speed limit's 50! I don't want to get a ticket..."
You giggled at this in the backseat. It was so typical of Arthur to abide to the rules. But when you saw the annoyance on Natalia's face, you stifled and pretended to cough.
"It's fucking 3 in the morning! Do you see any cops around? I sure don't!"
"Well, you never know!" He turned up his nose. "I have a perfect driving record, you know! I have to maintain my reputation!"
"YOU'RE REPUTATION???" She was yelling now. "YOU JUST BROKE US OUT OF A MENTAL HOSPITAL AND YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT GETTING A TICKET?"
"Natalia, please, don't get angry!" You tried to

Featured in Groups:

Not currently featured in any groups.

Details

August 18, 2012
44.4 KB
480×360
Sta.sh
Link
Thumb

Statistics

Comments: 0
Favourites: 3 [who?]


Views: 32 (0 today)
Downloads: 1 (0 today)
[x]
:icongaeagaea:
Yea...I can't draw pianos!
Chibis Hungary, Austria and Italy: :iconhimaruyaplz:
No comments have been added yet.

Add a Comment:
 
Preview   Add Comment
©2013 deviantART. All rights reserved
About Us | Contact Us | Developers | Careers | Site Tour | Help & FAQ Advertise | Premium Membership Etiquette | Privacy Policy | Terms of Service | Copyright Policy