Teacher!America x Student!Reader - DresscodeQuick, get dressed! Gosh dangwhere were all your clothes?
You tried to recall the last time you ran a wash. More than a week ago. That explained it.
Now you scraped the back of your dresser drawers for something that didn't break the dress code. "Arugh!" The minutes on that clock were changing far too fast. Well you had to wear something. You tugged on a really tight pair of jeans, which felt a little like a push-up bra for your butt at the moment. Shoving your feet into a pair of tennis shoes, you donned a very lacy, tight camisole with thin straps. Over that, you wore a cute graphic tee you hardly ever got to wear, because it was an off-the-shoulder scoop neck, a detail you hadn't noticed when you bought it on clearance.
You brushed your hair quickly, muttering a curse as you checked the clock again, and grabbed your school supplies, leaving the house without breakfast.
Your heart sped and you blushed as you halted your brisk-walk in front of the blue door to your fir
Teacher!America x Student!Reader - Dresscode (ch2)You'd been distracted all day from first period on. Mr. Braginski had almost written you up for being so spacey.Teacher!America x Student!Reader - Dresscode (ch2)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And now it was lunch and your heart was hammering and you could hear it in your ears and your stomach fluttered, the sensation almost overwhelming enough to trip you on your way to Mr. Jones's room. You clutched a hand to your stomach upon entering the hallway, hesitating at the closet door. When he'd said to meet him "here" did he mean the closet or the classroom?
You got your answer when Mr. Jones stepped out to close the classroom door. He saw you and smiled, nodding his head toward the room in invitation. You smiled back shyly, entering with a shaky breath. "H-hi."
"You're late," he teased, walking over to his desk and writing something in Sharpie on a piece of binder paper. "This is becoming habit. Do you like keeping me waiting?"
Heart, shut up, you can't hear the teacher. "I'm sorry I was finishing a chem test in Braginski's class."
"Ooh. Gotcha." He winked up at
Teacher!America x Student!Reader - HeroFebruary 14th brought as much pink-and-red heart balloons and hallway make-outs as you had expected, and first period hadn’t even started yet. The hallways were decorated for the Valentine’s Day dance, and you just stood outside Mr. Jones’s door, books clutched to your chest, blushing at the thought of who your Valentine was this year.Teacher!America x Student!Reader - Hero3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The two of you had had a cute, secretive relationship for a few weeks now, and gone on very discreet dates. You wondered if he had anything planned for today, but considering it was a school night, that was probably a no. Just in case, however, something happened during school, you had dressed nice; and by nice, I mean a nice, red, half-to-the-knees skirt and white half-calf boots. A white, fluffy long-sleeved sweater with a scooping neckline showed off only the straps of your red tank top.
You were still very anxious to see him, and waited impatiently outside of your US History class with your fellow classmates.
Teacher!AmericaXStudent!Reader- Extra Credit I yawned, laying my head down on the desk in my American History class. The teacher, Mr.Jones, was currently going on about the Revolutionary War, which seemed to always be hard for him when Mr.Kirkland was near by.Teacher!AmericaXStudent!Reader- Extra Credit3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Dude, _________, like, head up!" Mr.Jones laughed, tapping the back of my head. My head shot up, well, at least he was nice about it.
"_________, would you like, see me after class? I needa talk to ya!"
"Y-yes sir." I nodded, folding my hands in my lap. He was a young teacher, and a lot of female students, and some male student as well, thought he was hot. Don't get me wrong, he was freakin' adorable, but...he was a teacher!
"So, _________, do you know why I asked you to stay?"
"Well, like, your grades are totally sucking dude!" He threw his arms up, showing me a folder of my last several tests. "You went from being like, my best student, to my very worst! Why? What happened?"
P.E Teacher! America X Reader part 2The next day you were limping your way to pe. On your way home from yetserday you fell down and thought might have sprained your ankle.P.E Teacher! America X Reader part 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When you walked into the gym, Mr. Jones ran up to you.
"Hey!! ____!! Youre he-..".. He noticed you were limping and his face immediately filled with worry.
"Whoa, hey, youre limping!!! You okay dude?!"
You smiled sheepishly up at him and nodded. You were in a pretty great deal of pain,but did a decent job hiding it.
"Yes, i-i'm fine!..On my way home from school yesterday I tripped over a rock and fell. I hurt my ankle pretty badly.. B-but yeah i'm fine!!"
He frowned. "You shouldn't be doing pe then bro!! Go sit down!"
You hesitated and bit your lip. It hurt really bad to walk,but you didn't want to get a bad grade...You noticed all of the other kids had arrived and started doing the warm up laps you had to do every day in pe.. You sighed and looked up at him reassuringly.
"Ill be fine." ..And with that, you started running (limping >.>) the laps around
P.E Teacher! America X ReaderYou walked into the giant gymnasium, grumbling to yourself. You HATED p.e You had asthma so that made things worse. You looked around and saw everyone doing the warm up laps that you did everyday in p.e. You started running laps like you were supposed to, but then you ran and passed by the gym teacher. But not the normal gym teacher, this guy was. Really hot. ^ ^" You couldn't help but start walking instead of running, just staring at him... He wasn't fat, but you could tell he was an american man who spent his time at mcdonalds. You giggled and watch him check his clipboard to make sure everyone was present.P.E Teacher! America X Reader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As soon as you slowly regained your ability to run instead of stalk the substitute, you realized everyone was done with their laps. You lost track of how many you had done since you were drooling over him... You overheard your peers and figured out his name was Mr. Jones. No sign of his first name, but it was a start.
Mr. Jones cleared his throat and started to speak to everyone.
Teacher!AmericaxReader"Sensei!" You call out to the teacher. "I don't understand this at all!" You hold you head in your palm of your hands.Teacher!AmericaxReader3 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Maybe it you weren't getting into fights all the time, you might of studied more." The girl sitting next to you stated.
"Shut Up!" You stand up. "You don't know me!" You clench your eyes shut.
"_____! Sit down." The teacher called.
"You don't even listen to me..." You sigh as you look down.
The student teacher Alfred Jones comes up to you, kneeling beside you. "What do you need help with Miss ______?"
"Maybe with her attitude." The girl says.
"I don't understand it at all... I can't exactly find a quiet place to learn anywhere... So I basically need help with it all...." You state attempting to ignore her.
"Alright then, so let's look here in the book.." Alfred points at the book.
"Why do you even try here when your rarely in class? Maybe that's why your parents don't care for you.." The girl next to you grins.
You who can't keep calm any longer crack, grabbing the gi
Teacher!England x Student!Reader - Hickey“Hey, Art,” said Alfred, filling a Styrofoam cup with the cheap coffee for which the teacher’s lounge was infamous. “How ya doin’? Heard you weren’t feelin’ well this weekend.”Teacher!England x Student!Reader - Hickey3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Fine, actually,” the blond English teacher replied, lounging with his feet on one chair and his head resting tiredly on the back of another one. “Mostly tired.”
“Second period students wipe ya out?”
“Yes. The worst. Just holding out for the last period of the day, at this point.”
“I feel ya.” Alfred came over and yanked the chair out from under Arthur’s feet, spun it around and straddled the back of it, muscling through a drink of the acidic coffee. Arthur let off a disgruntled sigh and sat straight. “Tea again, I see.”
“Coffee again, I see,” Arthur mocked, taking a sip of his own drink.
“I can’t understand why you drink that stuff.”
“Me? You do
Teacher!England x Student!Reader - SickYou woke up because Mr. Kirkland never snored, but this morning, he was. His chest rose and fell with effort underneath you, and he tossed his head in his sleep. It wasn’t long before he woke himself up, coughing a couple times. You slid off to let him sit up and he did, body wracked by a fit of coughs. “Augh…shit…”Teacher!England x Student!Reader - Sick3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“You okay, babe?”
He breathed through his mouth, staring at you a bit dazedly for a moment. “Yes, I think I’b—I’m fine.” He cleared his throat, sniffing.
“No you’re not, babe. You’re sick.” You stroked his face, gave his cheek a tender kiss, and casually felt his forehead. “You don’t have any noticeable fever. Likely just a cold, I don’t think you have to worry.”
He groaned, slumping against the headboard. His cheeks were a little bit flushed. “I’m not sick,” he said. “I’m definitely not sick. What time is it? I’m hung
Teacher!AmericaxReader Chapter 2~"I'm glad.." Alfred holds you hand and carries your things in his other. "To my house then, we'll discuss things more when we get there."Teacher!AmericaxReader Chapter 2~3 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Okay..." You nod thinking to yourself a few blocks away from his house you ask. "Are we really having a ceremony and everything? I mean... After all, I'm under aged...."
"Several young girls get married.. If you want to have a ceremony then it is your choice." He smiles.
"I'll think about it....." You blush looking away as you two approach the house, Alfred then opens the door.
"Ladies first." He says as you walk in and look around the room, he follows inside and sets your bags down. "You may look around if you would like."
"I'm good..." You sit down on the couch as he sits next to you, his arm wrapping around you and glances at the clock.
"Tomorrow shall we just have a you and me day? Do whatever you want to do, to unwind?" He asks you, as you also glance at the clock.
Yawning you reply. "Sounds like fun...."
"Shall we go to bed now? Sin
His First Name Is Coach [Prussia x Reader]Your legs moved monotonously as you got into a rut of thinking about ways you could escape this torture; the freezing air and the repetitive chk, chk, chk of your tennis shoes on the gravel track. The coach called your name, stirring you from your thoughts and reminding you how tired your legs were. You groaned, jogging lazily and glaring at coach Beilschmidt, who smirked with his pointed teath, and red eyes under his white-blond fringe of hair. He looked positively demonic. And he was so young. You tended to think “vampire” when you saw him. “Yes, coach?”His First Name Is Coach [Prussia x Reader]3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He leaned back on the bleachers, checking his stopwatch and then clipboard. “Pick up the pace, you’ve still got three laps to go and only four minutes left in this period.”
“Three!” you cried, looking away miserably as you picked up your feet at a faster pace. Coach B was notorious for his ridiculously tough grading policy. This was P.E. for crying out loud, no one takes th
Open Chair - Jealous!America X ReaderOpen Chair – Jealous!America X ReaderOpen Chair - Jealous!America X Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
For the first time in the obnoxious boy’s history, America was the first to arrive at a meeting. Often he wandered in late or what he called “fashionably late”, though that was only an excuse which he had been using for over a century now. This excuse, however, did not settle well with most of the countries and frequently ended with Germany or England berating him for it.
He snickered to himself as he made his way through the empty room, imaging the awestricken faces of those two when they saw he had appeared before them. He could barely contain himself as he thought about the bragging that would surely ensue on his part and the disapproving grunts on theirs. He moved quickly to the end corner of the table, not wanting to waste any time, and took a seat in the second to last chair. In the end chair he placed a stack of newspapers that he had been carrying down with a smile. He leaned back and with a contended sigh plucked t
America x reader-love signs(request) You were staring out your window, looking across the way at the blonde boy who stared back. He took his sight off of you for a minute to look down. When he looked back up he brought a sheet of paper to the window too. You touched the glass and smiled as you read the note. 'Tomorrow, ok! I'll have it by Tomorrow', it read. You nodded and looked down to find your marker. You got a piece of paper off your bed and wrote 'Good. Cause we're killing the planet using all this paper everyday', then stretched the paper against the glass.America x reader-love signs(request)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Your best friend, Alfred was finally going to get a cellphone. You two have been friends since second grade and always lived next door to each other. This is how you two would usually communicate. Everyday, you'd use about a tablet of paper just to talk to each other.
When you looked back at your friend, he already had a response written out for you. 'Shut up. I'll see you at school Tomorrow', it read. You grabbed your fav
Dirty Things~EnglandxReader"Hehee.."Dirty Things~EnglandxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Stop...all of you!"
"What if (your name) doesn't..."
"THAT'S ENOUGH YOU WANKERS!"
England, was preparing something special for you, on account it had been a full year since you two became friends. He invited you over for tea, and you were going to be over in almost an hour. Now, before this, some of his magical friends came by and decided to visit him. So far, things weren't working out.
Arthur began to pout before setting a tea bag into the pot he was using. He set up two cups on a nice try with little scones and biscuits. He smiled thinking of you enjoying them. He rememberd the day he first met you. The day you asked him for some paper at the world meeting. You got into a conversation after he asked; "Why? Nothing's important about meetings anyway." and became good friends after that. You were able to get along with Sealand better then he could, even America noticed how much you two spent together. Most countires wou
Sex talk (France X Reader X Greece)You poked at the sleeping brunette softly watching his back rise and fall slowly. His head lay on his arms blissfully a small smile tugging on his lips as he was dreaming.Sex talk (France X Reader X Greece)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Come on Greece get up.” You whined softly. A familiar laughter rang through your ears as you turned around to see your favorite frenchie.
“Bonjour, ma Cherie.” He smiled pulling you in for a hug.
“Hey Francis.” You smiled hugging him back quickly. France looked at Greece and laughed softly.
“Asleep again?” You nodded.
“I know right. Why is he always so tired?” Suddenly Hercules’ snore was interrupted as he raised his head up looking up at the two hazy figures. One had (h/c) hair and the other was blonde. Blinking softly he noticed it was you and France.
“Oh…hey…” he yawned.
“Come on Greece it’s time to go.” You said pulling on his arm. He nodded and rubbed his eye softly.
“Alright.” At that he go
The Last Night AmericaXDepressed!ReaderYou came to me with scars on your wrist,The Last Night AmericaXDepressed!Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You told me this would be the last night feeling like this,
"You little whore!" Your mother screamed as she threw a glass at you, which you narrowly dodged. "Get out!"
Choking back a sob, you snatched your jacket and flew out the door, slamming it harshly behind you. Tears blurred your vision as you ran mindlessly through the street, though it didn't hurt as much as it used to; your heart had been shattered so many times you didn't really feel it anymore.
Slowing your pace, you looked up at the familier, brightly lit house in front of you. A shaky smile plastered to your bruised face, you gently knocked on his door. The door flew open and you came face-to-face with a grinning blond American. "Hey, du-!" But his voice faltered as he looked at you closer.
Bruises and scratch marks tainted your face, one of your eyes swollen shut. "What-What happened to you?"
"Oh, you know......" You let out
Teacher!England x Reader - Unexcused AbsenceThe wind was being very mean to the thin-limbed trees battering the windows of the home of one Mr. Arthur Kirkland. You pulled your hoodie sleeves up to your knuckles, with a firm hold on a small brass key. The place was quiet so that the creaking of the door hinges stuck fast in your mind. There was one sole lamp light, coming from the living room just around the corner. As you toed off your shoes, a fluster of coughing broke the stillness. You heard a groan and a creak of leather and tiptoed quietly into the room, against the wall and so out of sight of the coughing man in the recliner.Teacher!England x Reader - Unexcused Absence3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"H-hhaa--tsch! Ugh, god..."
"AAH!" He flinched violently, a box of tissues tumbling from his lap. "Wh--what are you doing here!"
"Um, I'm your girlfriend?" You picked up the box and placed it daintily on the table beside him, and ruffled his knotty blond hair. "Poor baby. The sub said you were out sick. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I-I sort of fell asleep," he rasped, "after phoning for a subst
.: Dark!America x Reader :. Don't Touch Her.A/N: HELLO FRIENDS. This is my first time writing a Reader Insert.. o.o Do not judge! ..Please? Also, sorry for any OOCness or errors in here! *is prepared to read millions of times over*.: Dark!America x Reader :. Don't Touch Her.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Comments are appreciated~
(( Warning: Blood is included, also a bit of language. That is all. ))
Alfred burst through your front door. "YO! I'm here _____! Let's watch some horror movies I-..." The wide grin on his face disappeared on his face disappeared when he heard soft sobs coming from your living room. "_-____?"
Alfred walked quietly into your living room, what he saw broke his heart, he frowned, for he saw his best friend (that being you), sitting on your couch slightly shaking, hands on face, crying. "D-Dudette, _____?" Alfred asked, worried and unsure, he took a step forward, seeing you scramble a bit away and face your back to him. "O-Oh! Alfred! You're h-here! ...I didn't hear you... Ahah..." Something sounded off.
Alfred sat on the couch next to you. "_____, look at me, what happen
Sexual Tension: England x ReaderWARNING: I swear in this. Get over it, the whole world swears all the time. As I once made an Italian say, “Swearing is good for the soul.”Sexual Tension: England x Reader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“I take that as a compliment, stuck up bastard!”
“At least I’m civilized, arse!”
“Well, your language begs to differ!”
“Guys, guys, calm down and listen to the hero’s awesome plan!” America interrupted you and England’s bickering.
But both of you turned to him in a rage and yelled, “FAT ASS!” which effectively sent him away to sulk.
I guess all of you must have been pretty boring, and with you taking care of fighting with England, France was dozing off before you screamed. He groggily opened his eyes, calling out, “I disagree with all of you.”
“SHUT IT, FROG!” you and England yelled again, onl
Teacher!Prussia x Student!ReaderWarning: I swear. A lot. More than I should. But not as much as Romano, which is where I draw the line. It's good to have boundaries, right?Teacher!Prussia x Student!Reader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
School sucks. Everyone knows that, right? But there's always that one class. There's always that one class where you find yourself actually enjoying yourself and learning something interesting. For you, that class was history. History with Mr. Beilschmidt. The albino man always found some tidbit to make the class laugh. His lessons were exciting, and he wasn't as uptight and stuffy as your other teachers. He was the type to sit up on his desk, legs crossed casually, and engage the whole damn class in a deep meaningful discussion, where you'd actually learn more than you ever would from a musty old textbook. And there was no denying that he was hotter than hellfire itself.
There was only one issue. Mr. Beilschmidt's ego was bigger than the freaking moon. So you and your fellow classmates took on the responsibility of knocking him down a few pegs. Y
Jerk!AmericaxReader Oneshot Classroom Callouts...Jerk!AmericaxReader Oneshot Classroom Callouts...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jerk!AmericaxReader Oneshot Classroom Callouts...
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Today sucked royally for you. First, you slept through your alarm so you were almost late to school. Next, another jerk from [second least favorite class] tripped you in the hallway. You also forgot your homework for third hour in your locker and your teacher wouldn't let you go get it. And now, you're just having a bad day. In a permanent bad mood until you get home.
And the worst part is that all your friends are just running away from you claiming "They know how you get when you're angry and they don't want to mess with it." It figures. You're a nice person. Life of the party when you go out(which isn't very often) and a sarcastic, crack up. Very funny person in short. But the one thing people can never see past to this "cool" side of you is the fact that you take school seri
Make-Up Work [Canada x Reader]Mr. Braginski called your name, snapping you out of the groove you’d just gotten into completing the science packet. You only then noticed everyone was packing up. One minute to the bell.Make-Up Work [Canada x Reader]3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Yeah?” you responded robotically, tucking the stapled packet into your science book. Mr. Braginski leaned on your lab table.
“Williams was not in class today, da?”
“Mattie? Oh…I hadn’t noticed,” you admitted, a bit embarrassed because you were Matthew’s only friend in this class. “But yeah, I think he wasn’t feeling well yesterday.”
“Yes. He is home sick. I understand you are close, da? You live on his street?”
“Would you take his homework to him?” he asked, sugar-tongued. You shivered. He was always so nice and patient, never gave you a reason to fear him, and yet you found him scary.
“Yes, of course,” you said, holding your book tightly to your chest.
Math Teacher!Germany x Student!Reader: Math TestsMath Teacher!Germany x Student!Reader: Math Tests2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You sighed and stared at the homework your teacher had given you. He was Mr. Beilschmidt and unfortunately he was the teacher for your worst subject in school.
Oh, how you hated math. It would've been easy if it wasn't combined with letters and some shit that looked like some ancient writing.
Mr. Beilschmidt nearly gave everyone in the class F's which made people hate him. But for you he gave you a C-. He said that he gave you it 'because he was being nice'. But for you, it meant so much more. Truth is, you actually liked him. Not because he gave you a grade that wasn't an F, but because he wasn't as rough with you as he was with the others.
You walked to math class a little bit worried and waited to come in. You sat right where his projector and desk were at. Except the desk was a bit far back. Either way, you were in his view.
"Class, today we'll be doing (Lesson Here)." He announced to the class turning on the projector and putting a sheet of paper on the table. "
(America x Reader) 13 Ways to Kiss (One-Shot)DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN YOU OR HETALIA. ಠ_ಠ(America x Reader) 13 Ways to Kiss (One-Shot)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You were standing in front of your bookshelf and flipping through several books, thinking about which to reread till large, strong arms wrapped around your waist. You heart jumped a bit because of the sudden touch.
"What do you want, Alfred?"
You chuckled, glancing over to your right to see the American's head resting on your shoulder. His baby blue eyes looked into your _(eye color)_ ones. Alfred chuckled and kissed your cheek, making you blush slightly. You were dating him for a while now, and you loved each other as much as your hearts can love.
"Why don't we do a game?"
"Well, I hope it's not twister. It didn't work well as you thought it would last time, right?"
"Aww, babe, it's because you cheated!"
You laughed, remembering the silly game the two of you played. Alfred wanted to play it because, cough, he wanted to. You closed the current book you were skimming through and slid it back in the bookshelf. You walked
Teacher!Switzerland X ReaderTeacher!Switzerland X Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You were running like hell to the German class.Again your clock was an ass and did ring when it should.You missed the bus and you didn't had time to eat your breakfast.This morning wasn't really your best.And worse your German teacher didn't like when students where late and this was your second time when you was late...not cool dude...not cool.You finally reached the class,but was a little afraid to enter,but you did anyway,you got to choose?NO.
You entered the class and the teacher was already there making the presence.He looked at you when you entered and from his face you knew he was annoyed.
"Um...sorry for coming up late,but well..."you tried to say something but what managed to come out was a nervous laugh.He sighed and rubbed his temples.
"Alright sit down."he said with in annoyed voice.You did as you was told and sit down next to your friend who just smirked at you.You in response gave her a glare.
"Alright class,i want to see your homeworks."the teacher said.You tried to find