Hetalia- Brother Dear pt. 2“Mr. Norway? That kid is here to see you again,” the castle guard called.Hetalia- Brother Dear pt. 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Norway looked up from his paper work. His small house which was recently built was furnished with a bed, a table, two chairs, and simple toys.
“Send him in,” Norway said.
The guard stepped aside and let little Iceland in.
“How are you today?” Norway asked him.
“I’m okay,” Iceland replied,” Can we play a game today?”
Theory on the Birth and Death of Hetalian NationsWall of Text Warning: If you're the sort of person who's just going to go "TL;DR" you may close this tab now, because I didn't spend almost 4 hours typing this up just to see a bunch of people put "TL;DR" on it.Theory on the Birth and Death of Hetalian Nations2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
This is just a general rambling of thoughts and headcanons put together by myself and my friends regarding how the personifications of nations are born. First I'll start with a list of known canon facts that provide some sort of foundation to work from. Then will come the theories, including summaries of how it works or why (in my head at least). A * by a word/the end of a sentence indicates I have an additional note of info or explanation added at the very bottom.
Known (canon) Facts:
Nations are somehow connected to the land they represent, as well as the human population that lives there. If something harms the land or makes the people suffer, the personification is affected as well. Examples include Japan getting sick wh
[Hetalia X Reader-Trip][Hetalia X Reader-Trip][Hetalia X Reader-Trip]3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Authors Note: I do not own Hetalia or the following characters Alfred, Arthur, Francis, Gilbert and Ludwig-though I wish I did-they belong to Hidekaz Himaruya, and you belong to-Mother Russia, da?-your mommy and daddy. ~.~
"DUDETTE! OPEN THE DOOR IT'S FRICKEN HOT! THE HERO IS MELTING!"
"I don't think there is anything else here melting you but mein AWESOMNESS!"
"Open the bloody door woman! Before I literally melt out here."
"I think someone should ring the doorbell."
"Mon amour~ It is unbelievably 'ot outside open ze door sil'vous plait?~"
You turned in your bed as you heard your friends' muffled moans through your front door, your bedroom was on the second floor, and when you heard the extra voice that is Francis's your eyes widened.
"Francis?" you said to yourself standing up from your bed hurriedly and looking out your window, you could see the five men standing outside looking absolutely tired, Francis leaned on Arthur.
"Get off of me you bloody frog!" Arthu
Bad Touch Trio X Reader Chapter TwoYou woke early the next morning feeling well rested and surprisingly stable, though obviously Arthur's torment put a bitter edge to your thoughts. Rubbing your eyes you sat up and looked around the room. It was basic but the mismatched furniture had an aged and friendly appeal. The bed was certainly comfy enough, and you were delighted to see a small table at the far end which would be perfect for your laptop.Bad Touch Trio X Reader Chapter Two3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You stretched and got out of bed. Sadly your dress had not fared so well after being slept in, but after so much commotion, who cared? A side door revealed upon inspection a small en-suite bathroom which also had a shower.
"Finally, things are starting to go right for once!"
You slipped off your dress and went straight into the shower, whilst listening to soft noises that had recently started up downstairs, making you wonder what was going on.
As soon as the alarm started I shut it off and hurried downstairs. This breakfast was going to be one for ___ to remember! Un
Italy x Reader: Pumpkin Picking"Vee~ (name) hurry up!" your Italian friend shouted to you as you walked from the kitchen to the living room. "I'm coming Feli, I'm coming!. You smiled. You and Feli were going pumpking picking since halloween was tomorrow. You and Feli were going to get pumkpins, and cut scary face into them and place them on your front porch, like many many people do on halloween. Italy started jumping up and down by the door. "vee~ this is going to be fun! I can't wait!" You giggled and grabbed your jacket. "Ok, ok Feli calm down. I'm excited too. Italy smiled and opened the door and ran out to the car. oh Italy...He was your very best friend. He was always so happy and hyper which made you laugh and always put a smile on your face. You greatly wondered how him and his older brother Lovino were even related! They were like two different people. Romano rarely ever smiled, he's always yelling at Italy and hates being around people like him. You and Romano were sort of good friends, since you were arouItaly x Reader: Pumpkin Picking3 years ago in Humor More Like This
One Of Those DaysKarkat can feel himself slipping, and finally coming to terms with the realization makes him lose his breath, a sob clawing its way up his throat. It burns with the threat of tears and the pain makes it all the more clear to him that it's happening.One Of Those Days3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Karkat is too late. Gamzee is no longer his.
The small teen hunches over as he sits cross-legged in front of his husktop, hugging himself. The first cry that leaves his lips brings on red tears and it confuses him because he doesn't cry, he holds it in. He's supposed to be strong. He knew this day was coming; he had the time to prevent it, to change the course of events. But he hadn't because he isn't strong. He didn't have the nerve. He is a failure.
A pained cry fills Karkat's boring respiteblock. The Cancer lets himself be pulled under, allowing his bottled up feelings to finally reach the surface where they turn into heartbreaking screams and fresh tears. Karkat gets on his knees, covering his head with his hands, pull
Ukraine [ Our Quirky Family Chp. 7] Child!ReaderJust as a note, the reader is currently at Russia's home and is now six years old. So, this skips ahead only a little bit. Oh, the reader is also now fluent in Russian and Belarusian. They're almost finished with their lessons in Hungarian and have started their German lessons. Anything in italics is Russian.Ukraine [ Our Quirky Family Chp. 7] Child!Reader2 years ago in Humor More Like This
You sighed, staring up at the light blue ceiling dully. Today was one of those days. One of the days where you spent your time sitting in your room and remembering all the things you had to go through and challenges you had to face without a real, stable family. The list, as you noticed, seemed to stretch on forever. It was times like this that you missed your Mother more than ever. To make things worse, your Father had fallen ill. He was currently at a hospital in Spain. You'd visited last week and none of the countries had tried sugar coating it: your Father was in pretty bad condition. The constant traveling had been wear
APH PastaBurger OneshotFeliciano Vargas got constantly picked on through kindergarten onward. To the other kids, there was no better prey. He was small, skinny, and poor. His clothes were always ill-fitting, and then there was the funny-looking curl that stuck out the side of his head. Some of the others thought he was dumb, but he was smart enough to make C's and B's and the occasional A. He was a crybaby, too, and was afraid of the older ones who bullied him. It was like a routine every day. His lunch was stolen, he was constantly tripped, and sometimes, he was even so tormented that he was left outside on the playground, helplessly dangling from the monkey bars by his legs and a securely fastened jump rope.APH PastaBurger Oneshot3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Until Alfred came.
Whenever a new student came, it was like a lovely surprise. If they were weak, they would be bullied. If they were strong, they were immediately accepted into the gang. So when the new student hailing from America arrived, everyone watched him carefully.
He was tall and lanky, but we
Song of the Century [Chapter 1]Song of the Century [Chapter 1]3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Everything hurt, from the dead weight his body became to the pounding agony in his head. Not only that, but before this sudden surge of consciousness there was nothing but a blank in his memory; he couldn't even remember where he was. The last recollection he had was at the G8 Meeting in England, but everything had seemed normal then . . .
"America," a voice called behind him, the blonde turned, grinning broadly as the host half-jogged to his side.
"Hey, England," he greeted the older country, hands stuffed in the pants pockets of his copper-coloured suit, "What's up? I haven't seen you run like that since you pulled out of India."
"Shut up, git." The green-eyed nation glowered, not appreciating the joke in the slightest, "And here I was actually feeling worried about you. Never mind then." The island nation straightened himself out with unconscious tugs at the lapel of his jacket, as though shedding off unwanted debris.
The American la
[ Neko!England ] Backfired Chp. 2 [ Reader ]It took a while but both you and Arthur finally managed to gather your wits enough and stop panicking. So, here you were, an hour after the rather rude awakening, sitting on the couch across from your British friend who was now half cat. He was sipping his tea, wincing every once in a while whenever there was a particularly loud noise. Honestly, he’d wanted to go back to bed and die after what had happened last night and how he’d embarrassed himself in public. But, you weren’t going to let that happen because you had to figure out how the hell he’d managed to do this. Your arms crossed over your chest as you let out a huff.[ Neko!England ] Backfired Chp. 2 [ Reader ]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Well, you’ve certainly done it this time, Arthur.” You commented, not being able to stop the words before they escaped your lips.
He glared at you, but his heart wasn’t really in it. He was still reeling from the information and the awful hangover he had wasn’t helping the matter.
“So, how did yo
France x Reader: Time of Dying"You selfish little man-hoe! How dare you call my friend that?!" You snarled at the blonde teen-age boy, growling heard deep in your throat in deep, threatening waves like a feral animal. You see, Francis Bonnifoy - your boyfriend, or, as your friends Neko and Weirdo liked to call him, Mr. STDs - had insulted Neko into breaking down during Math and bawling her dark brown eyes out, and Weirdo was comforting her while you ran after the jerk who called Neko ugly. Neko had VERY low self confedince. Weirdo was gonna kill Fracey-pants if you didn't right now. You ran after the handsome cassanova, cursing harshly under your breath and your (h/c) hair whipping around your face. You stumbled around the corner of the hall, and - crashedlanded onto the blonde, both of you sprawling onto the linolium.France x Reader: Time of Dying3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What the-" You looked up at what made him stop. . .right into a gun's barrel. Your heart froze.
"Hello, love." The man grunted, throwing you off of Francis and pinning him ont
Hetalia- Kites The blue sky only had a few clouds in it when China walked through the park. He was carrying a basket of his homemade food. Korea and Hong Kong were close behind. The park was crowded with families of all backgrounds. All the little children were either preparing or flying a kite. Hong Kong had a red dragon kite in his tiny hands.Hetalia- Kites3 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Alright, ready for your first kite festival?” Korea asked the young nation.
“Yeah,” Hong Kong replied with indifference.
“Woo-hoo!” Korea cried.
He picked up Hong Kong and stared running in a random
RomanoXReader: Handcuffed You glanced over to your left to see a forever PMSing Italian. You were quite used to this sight, actually. Ever since the two of you were somehow bonded together by some indestructible handcuffs, you both shared some fairly memorable moments with each other, all of which were awkward and unpleasant. Then again, things would never be pleasant with Romano around. The Italian was grouchy as hell.RomanoXReader: Handcuffed 3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You sighed as you pondered on your current situation. This wasn't something you had planned for to happen while you studied abroad in Italy. Not at all.
You closed your eyes and thought back to the day you were first introduced (and handcuffed) to Romano. You had just gotten off the plane to Italy that day, and the two of you met in the most...peculiar way.
“Thank you for flying with Alitalia. We hope you have a great time in Rome.”
You groggily unbuckled your seat belt and stretched. Your limbs were aching from being confined in one spot. The excitement its t
AmericaXReader Names ONESHOTAs you walked with the American, you hummed to a familiar tune.AmericaXReader Names ONESHOT3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
~La da da da, La da da da da da~
You looked up to see Alfred smiling at you sweetly.
"W-w-what? What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?" You panicked.
"Dude, calm down! I was just listening to your singing!" He laughed as the two of you sat down on a public bench. You looked around the park and couldn't help but to smile. On the playground there were three little boys playing. One blond with sleek blond hair, one with messy brown hair and one with short black hair. Then, the little brown haired boy fell and he started to cry. Before you could even get up to try to help him, Alfred was already right next to the boy, helping him stand. As you walked closer, you could hear their conversation.
"Hey, why are you still crying?" He asked.
"B-b-b-b-because it hurts!" He bawled.
"What's your name?" You asked.
"Well, Feliciano, do you know what you name means in Latin?"
"It means happy, luck
100 Writing Themes- FranceXGamer!Reader- 1. SmileTheme 1- Smile100 Writing Themes- FranceXGamer!Reader- 1. Smile3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Kesese! Come on, Francis! Before West gets here!" Gilbert said, dragging France over to the computer.
"Si, si! Hurry!" Antonio said, typing the name of your latest video in the YouTube search bar.
Francis groaned and down in front of the computer, waiting for the video to load. He had better things to do than to sit around and watch some person scream at jumpscares and rage-quit at puzzles. He could be watering his rose garden right now. Or feeding his cricket, Pierre. Or so he thought.
"Hey, guys! CupCake here! And I just wanted to tell you guys that today, we are going to play Slender!" you said, while Francis's jaw dropped. You were pretty.. Very pretty.
Gilbert laughed, than patted Francis's back, rather roughly. "Kesesese! I knew you'd like her!"
They continued watching, studying your every move, and looking out for the Slender Man.
"This scary music is kind of... Scary.. Oh no no no no, the screen is all weird! Where is he?.. I don't see him any- AAAAAGGGHHHH!!!!
AmericaXShyTsundere!Reader The HeroAmericaXShyTsundere!Reader The Hero3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You exited your home, adjusting your bag hanging off your shoulder. You turned to the street and sighed. You preferred to stay inside on your Saturdays and do something more productive yet required little to no human interaction but you had to go to the grocery store to buy some supplies.
You made you way down the street, plugging into your portable music player. You listened to your favorite song as you walked, staring down at the ground as it pasted you by. You zoned out into your own world with your music blaring that you did not notice a group of guys making their ways towards you, also absorbed in their conversation.
You slammed against one of them, your face burying into his back. You grunt a little, backing up. You glance up to see a tall blonde guy around your age looking down at you. He wore a bomber jacket, fur lining on the collar and sleeve cuffs. He wore a Captain America T-shirt with faded jeans that fitted his legs. You quickly avert your eyes. "Sorry..." You quickly sai
AmericaXReader- Bonfires and Drunk Beach Parties"Daddy! Daddy!" A girl's cheerful voice chirped, followed by soft footsteps the were running to find the person she was calling.AmericaXReader- Bonfires and Drunk Beach Parties3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Ye- Uff!" The girl's father start, but was quieted when he felt her headbutt his stomach.
He stumbled to the floor, catching his giggling daughter on the chest.
"Haha! I made you fall!" She shouted. Even though she was 13, Natalie was a daddy's girl that took after her father's childishness.
"He, I guess you did," Alfred stood up, holding the girl to his height. "So, whaddya want? Hungry?"
"Uh-uh," Natalie shook her dirty blonde head. "I just had a question."
"OK, what?" He set her down in the living by the couch, where his on-again-off-again girlfriend-turned-wife, _____, was sitting, reading like the bookworm she was.
"How did you and mom meet?"
"Uhh...." Alfred froze, then glance at ______, who was also panic glancing at him.
"Well...That's kind of a long and very strange story." ____ set her book down and rubbed the back of her head.
"Well, i've got plen
RussiaXReader (Alone) ONE SHOTRussiaXReader (Alone) ONE SHOT3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Russian lays in the blood stained snow as his once used to be territory's left him there alone to die. "No one cares for me" he says to himself softly then he closes his eyes and passes out. A few hours pass and he was covered up by the snow that was falling.
You were a girl that got separated from your family during the war and now you're trying to find your way back home hoping your family will be there. The snow was blowing hard so you couldn't barley see anything in front of you, but in the distance you notice the snow had red painted on it so you decided to get closer to it and then you start to make out a lump in the snow. It was a man! You ran to him and started to brush off the snow off his body and face. You start to shake him gently "Sir wake up! Sir!" It didn't take long, he opened his Violet eyes gently, everything was a blurry white at first but then his eyes adjusted to the light seeing a young girl at the corner of his eye.
Song of a Rebel: PrologueThe little girl opened her eyes.Song of a Rebel: Prologue3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She blinked, confused and disoriented. Looking around, she saw that she was lying in a large, soft field of green. She breathed in the fragrance of the fresh morning, warm sunshine dancing across her face, and a gentle breeze tickling her delicate nose.
The girl stood up. She wondered how she had gotten here. With no memories of anything before arriving in this field of grass, there was no way for her to know. She did know, however, that she somehow needed to find out. Far off in the distance, she could see a small town. Perhaps someone there would be able to tell her where she had come from, or what her purpose was.
The little girl began walking towards the town.
* * *
Arthur Kirkland sighed contentedly as he strolled through England's oldest colony, where he was currently living.
Hetalia Fan Fic: One Last Try (Prussia)Hetalia Fan Fic: One Last Try (Prussia)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Prussia wasn't sure how he'd ended up lying there or for how long, but when he regained consciousness he could hear voices. He could hear familiar tenors in a room that wasn't familiar to him at all. It smelt damp, like an old underground bunker. He wanted to see the room, he wanted to open his eyes, but it felt wrong. The voices gathered were discussing him. He wasn't sure whether to feel smug or concerned by it. His eye lids felt too heavy to open.
The last thing he remembered doing was sitting outside an office with the Baltic States, waiting for Russia to reappear on the 25th February 1947. The last thing he remembered seeing was the cream and red hallway fade into darkness. The last thing he remembered hearing was a chair falling over as Lithuania and Estonia jumped to their feet, with Latvia's panicked scream.
Prussia recognised a smug English accent, which obviously belonged to eyebrows."I didn't realise it would happen so quickly..."
"Non, neither did I... I've 'eard of what 'a
Souleaterstuck: Chapter 3Souleaterstuck: Chapter 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Well, here we are!" She turns to you, putting her hands proudly on her hips with a toothy grin.
You stop short and set down your bags, crabdad just behind you. "Terezi," you say, raising an eyebrow as you look around the massive blue tree trunks, "there's nothing here." You didn't think she was this blind with her other senses.
She only smirks at you and points upwards. Your gaze follows the indicated direction and you gape for a few moments at the massive tree hive complex. The tealblood walks to the nearest trunk and yanks on a rope tied to one of the lower branches. A rope ladder unfurls from the deck above and drops a foot from where you stand.
Your lusus skrees and climbs the trunk behind you instead. Terezi gestures to the ladder and bows mockingly. "After you, dear partner."
You frown at her and sling the bags over your shoulders as you climb, making sure not to look down as the unsupported rope sways with your weight. For a moment you wonder if she can smell fear too. Y
It's not my fault 2Snapped! CanadaIt's not my fault 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Eat it now!"
"I won't "
Matthew put the piece of bread on the floor next to him and slapped Francis on the face. "Well, then you'll have to stay hungry". Francis whined in pained as tears fall into his bruised cheek. Canada got up and went to the door "Remember, don't try to escape" he said before he closed the door.
France waited a few minutes before he looked around the shed. He had gotten used to the smell of death in the shed these past few days, weeks? He lost track of time. He saw that Slovenia's corpse had started to decompose. 'Alfred's must be in the same condition' Francis thought. The only light came from holes in the ceiling. He looked at the piece of bread Canada wanted to give him. It looked wet and dirty, with a little mold. He was tired, hungry, hurt, physically and emotionally, and in pain. Why mon petit Mathieu? Why are you doing this? These unanswered questions pass Francis' mind every once
Italy x Reader- HetaOni part 16Italy x Reader- HetaOni part 163 years ago in Drama More Like This
I was a hero, wasn't i?
I protected you, didn't i?
I could be a hero...couldn't i?
(America's POV, flashback)
The monster was trapped...by England. He had trapped it when i could do nothing to stop it. And he was about to blow up with it too. Why was i so useless!! England scoffed and looked at me through his sweaty bangs.
"You're a failure. Do you really think you were a hero?" My heart cracked. This man who had raised me, who i looked up to secretly, did he really think i was a failure?
"Listen, i'm a gentleman. Do you know what a gentleman is?"
"A gentleman is always ahead of the hero, you know. That is why it came to my mind. About now you'll be surprised..and then...Listen America."
"Not being alone in one's last moments...isn't that bad, surprisingly."
"You're right. I'm not that bad either..."
England's eyes closed and i knew he was gone.
He had died seeing me a disgrace, and i would die as such.
America, i p