Okay! This is my second "x Reader."

The first one I ever made is on my Book of Randomness... for your own sake, don't read it. It's horrible.

Anyways, who cares about me? This is all about you!

So lets start~!

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"Derp derp derp derp derp~" you randomly sang as you skipped to your best friend, Ivan's house.

Earlier during the day he had invited you over insisting that he had something 'amazing' to show you.

You had happily agreed because, well, nothing exciting was really happening these days.

That is, if you don't count a few parties your more extroverted-type friends throw, but it's usually same old, same old for you.

The (f/c) rain boots you wore made a splishy-splashy sound as they made contact with the rain puddles on the ground, since it had recently rained.

Water dripping down from almost bare trees landed with a sudden 'plink' on your loose, (h/c) hair, making you blink every time they hit.

As you got closer to Ivan's house, you felt yourself smiling at the thought of visiting him. "I sure could use some company," you whispered to no one in general.

When you reached his front door, you took a deep breath and smelled the relaxing scent of the Autumn season mixed with the after-smell of nature's rainfall (sometimes it smells really bad, but luckily, today was a good day).

You knocked on his front door and patiently waited as you continued to watch the colored leaves gracefully fall down to the earth, or occasionally, land next to your boots.

Soon, Ivan opened the door with a wide and welcoming smile with one hand, while holding a rather large knife with the other. "(Y/n)! Glad you could make it!"

"Hi! Um... What'cha got there?" You asked, pointing to the knife, feeling both slightly nervous and curious at the same time.

He tilted his head to the side a bit, as if confused by your question. "The door?"

"No, I mean- the knife, Ivan. I mean the knife." You bit back a chuckle as he looked at his other hand and brightened.

"Oh! Right! I was playing the knife game! Want to see?" Ivan said, suddenly looking very excited.

You shrugged and smiled back. How could you say no to a face like that? "Sure, why not?"

He invited you in and lead you to his kitchen, where on the table, was a small, wooden cutting board with what seemed like knife stabs all over it.

Your eyes slightly widened at the sight of the poor thing and joked, "Whoa. I didn't know guys could get periods. Actually, I think Romano is living proof..." you muttered the last part half-seriously, yet half-playfully.

"Here- let me show you a video," Your Russian friend powered on his laptop, which was conveniently on the counter already, and typed in on YouTube: 'The Knife Game.'

"Hmm?" You narrowed your eyes as he played a video, "This looks a bit suspicious- HOLY SHIT! WHY?! MY SUSPICIONS WERE RIGHT!" You screamed and jumped as the person suddenly stabbed their finger and cried out in pain.

"Maybe I'll just show you personally, da?" Ivan said as he closed his laptop and spread his hand on the cutting board, knife still in his other hand.

You thought for a second, then remembered that you had brought your phone, which had 911 on speed dial. "Okay... but Ivan, be careful, please!"

Ivan smiled casually as he rose the knife over his hand and started stabbing the part of the cutting board in between his fingers in a pattern.

You watched warily and flinched a couple of times here and there.

He noticed your worry and called out, "Hey, don't worry, (Y/n)~. Will singing the song make you feel better?"

You lifted your intent stare from his hands and looked questionably at Ivan. "What song? There's a song!?"

He closed his eyes in a humorous smile (somehow still not hitting any part of his hand, as if he had been practicing since the beginning of time) and laughed slightly. "Da, (Y/n)! I'll sing it for you!"

And with that, he started singing and chopping all while you watched in amazement.

-LATER-

After going back home, you decided to ask your other best friend, Yao, if he wanted to come over through the amazing wonders of technology.

(Nickname): hey! Wanna come over? I'm bored af

Yao-le-ee-ooh: yeah sure, I'll be right over

(N/n): oh, and make sure to bring some of those "Chinese tasty snacks"

Yao-le-ee-ooh: duh, I always do!

(N/n): yeah, except when you forget... (Which btw is ALWAYS)

Yao-le-ee-ooh: lies. You're just jealous bc you don't have any Chinese tasty snacks

Yao-le-ee-ooh: your soul has been corrupted and darkened by jealousy

(N/n): PFF- "Chinese tasty snacks"

Yao-le-ee-ooh: ?

(N/n): it sounds so perverted omg

Yao-le-ee-ooh: (Y/n), pls

Yao-le-ee-ooh: I already have to deal with your shit irl

Yao-le-ee-ooh: pls don't make it worse on Kik

(N/N): whatever. Maybe you're the jealous one here, bud. >~>

Yao-le-ee-ooh: what would I be jealous of? <~<

(N/N): my sEXY BODY BYE

Yao-le-ee-ooh: k bye

Yao-le-ee-ooh: bitch

You put your phone down and looked around, while you wondered what to do while you wait for your Asian friend to come with those tasty treats.

Then your brain had a wonderful idea. "I should totally play that knife game!" You said aloud as you snapped and took out everything you needed, which was just a cutting board and a knife.

Or you could go thug life and use the table itself.

"Here goes nothing!" You yelled and started to do the same pattern you remembered that Ivan was doing earlier.

As you got the hang of it, you began to sing (okay, more like scream. Is that the neighbors closing their widows?) the song that went along with it.

"There is an old tradition,
A game we all can play.
You start by getting liquored up
And sharpening your blade.
You take a shot of whiskey,
You grab your knife and pray,
And spread apart your fingers, and this is what you say.

Oh, I have all my fingers,
The knife goes chop chop chop.
If I miss the spaces in between, my fingers will come off.

And if I hit my fingers, blood will soon come out.
But all the same, I play this game 'cause that's what it's all about.

No, you can't use a pencil.
Cannot use a pen.
The only way is with a knife,
When danger is your friend.

And some may call it stupid,
Some may call it dumb.
But all the same, we play this game because its so damn fun.

Oh, I have all my fingers,
The knife goes chop chop chop.
If I miss the spaces in between, my fingers will come off.

And if I hit my fingers, the blood will soon come out.
But all the same, I play this game 'cause that's what it's all about!"

You began to speed up, almost done.

"Oh, chop chop chop chop chop chop chop,
I'm picking up the speed.
And if I hit my fingers,
Then my hand will start to bleed!"

You wanted to do the grand finale, so you threw your kitchen knife down at your hand, but quickly moved it so it would stab the cutting board instead.

"Yes!" You cheered as you hopped up and down, "I am The Knife Game mast-" before you could finish your sentence, you heard a loud thump behind you.

You quickly spun around to see Yao unconscious on the hard kitchen floor.

"Dammit Yao, this is why you knock first!"

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China, you literal dweeb.

But imagine reader running over to him and gasping like "holy crap, are you okay?!" And then china slowly gets up like "yeah, I'm fine-" but then reader-chan fucking pushes him away and holds the snacks like "how could you drop them, you monster" and china just "how are you even my best friend"

Hehe... "Chinese Tasty Snacks." Am I right, ladies? XD

Oh, and if you didn't notice, china's kik username thing was supposed to kinda mimic a yodel.

Thanks for reading!