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There you sat in the love chair near the window. Sunshine was streaming in with light pouring over the page of the book that you were reading. You were sitting waiting for you and your husband’s friends to come over for a dinner party. You and everyone else were supposed to be dressed to the nines in your “Sunday Bests”.  Your plan was to sit and read till the party started in half an hour. That was until you heard your husband coming down the stairs. You looked up to see him in a popular outfit from his home country. To put it simply he looked stunning. You looked down blushing. He saw the blush and smiled slightly. He walk

America X Reader Cake or Pie “Cake!” “Pie!” “CAKE!” “PIE!” Right now you and your boyfriend Alfred were fighting on which is better cake or pie. You two were watching a comedian and he said pie was better which led to this argument. “Pie is better because it comes in many flavors whereas Cake its only chocolate or vanilla” you state Alfred scoffs. “There are more flavors than chocolate or vanilla and cake can be decorated with different colors and designs making it better” Alfred retorts “Pie can be decorated too with different shapes and patterns plus the

Training was extra hard today. I had to run extra laps for skipping out yesterday and I was so out of breath I could feel my chest rattling. When I glanced over at Japan, I could tell that he was feeling just as tired. Sweat ran down his brow, but he had a look of determination on his face that I couldn't help but admire. It was almost enough to give me another boost of confidence. Almost. Then I looked over at Germany, who had long since moved on to push ups. Wearing only a black tank top and green camoflauge shorts, you could see his biceps flex with each rep. His skin glistened with his hard-earned sweat, but he showed no sign of exhausti

This was a request. Happy reading, ;-D My apologies to the German speakers, native or not, who are reading read this, but I used Google for the phrases and sentences and we all know that Google Translater is complete BS. But at any rate, do enjoy! It was late in the evening, around 11:55, when the fat cat of the Beilschmidts started purring in the villa’s living room.   Gillen Beilschmidt, who was normally fast asleep before ten (he was a peculiar man whose life revolved around the peace and order he built for himself), was still awake because of a job he was debating over whether or not he was going to do. He was in his room, discar

“Matthew!” you called once walking into your boyfriend’s house. The door was unlocked of course because his brother Alfred always forgot to. It was a Friday night and Matthew had invited you to come over and cook with him, but you came an hour early because you were dying of boredom at home and missed your cute, sweet boyfriend. “Matthew?” you called again as you locked the door behind you and checked the kitchen for him first, but he wasn’t there. “___, over here!” Alfred called you from the living room where he and some of the other allied powers were playing a game. “Hey guys,̶

"A-Arthur! O-Ow.....s-stop, i-it hurts! I'm not ready!" You screamed "It'll be okay love. Just relax, the pain will go away. Give it time." A certain British male said soothingly    Alfred and Francis had been walking by when they heard you making some strange noises from behind a locked and closed door. They listened carefully, ears pressed against the wooden door. What was going on?   They heard moving on what sounded to be a bed. Then a sound that sounded a little needy.    "Do you want me to stop love?" They heard Arthur say in a soothing and loving voice    "N-No, I can handle i-it! Please keep going!" You nearly screamed    Franc

2P! America X Reader: Dear Lemon-Lima Ch.2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Swearing, violence, and flirtation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~                I had plugged in my headphones, I couldn’t listen to the class like usual. I had stepped out of my comfort zone when Kat threw her pen at me. Usually, I would ignore her, but something was different today. Today I felt a burning anger when she did. When I had looked, Kat was all over some dude. Who, in all honesty, looked unimpressed with her advances. However, he looked at me with a gl

“Please! Come on, Ludwig, you promised me!” You whined, stamping one of your bare feet onto the hard wooden floor. You stared intensely at your roommate, who glared at you from across the room, not amused at your display of emotions. You had been living together for about three months now, and you both were amazing friends, but sometimes… Sometimes you wanted to throw the German out a window. You were positive he thought the same thing about you sometimes, too. His accent was thick, crossing his arms over his chest, “I did not ‘promise’ you, I only said zat I vould zink about it.” Your other roomm