"Meeting adjourned!" A certain blonde American yelled at the top of his voice, which didn't seem all that loud due to being muffled by a large, upsized beef burger. The rest of the nations had already gotten used to his rude manners, and took this as the cue to pack up their folders and get out as quick as possible. In mere minutes, most of the nations had vanished from the room, which seemed much bigger now than it was before.
This left three blonde nations in the room, the formerly mentioned American nation, the thick-browed English nation and the - as dubbed by all the others - perverse French nation. Said French nation was slowly gathering up his papers, stealing the occasional glance towards England, who was packing at a pace similliar to his. The American nation just stuffed everything into the inside of his bomber jacket and slid over to England's side, "Oi, dude, you ready for our date?" The self-proclaimed hero whispered in a low, raspy voice. B
Here? Now? FranceXReaderHere? Now? FranceXReader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"PARTY TIME, MOFO'S!" America stood in front of the crowd with the hat, confetti blowing all over him. "It'll be the best closet time yet! Everyone ready to get this show on the road?" Everyone nodded their agreements and continued to begin the game.
You were selected to be the first the pull from the hat. You were a little nervous, but completely ready. You had nothing against anyone in the room and had always wanted to try the game.
"Come on-a! The suspense! It's killing me!" Italy flailed around and blushed. You looked at the paper.
"C'est moi?" France blew you a kiss. He was right, it was him. You always thought France was too perky for you, but proceeded to him and took his arm. "O-honhon, this will be fun, mon Chérie..." He lead you to the closet and sat you both down. "So, my dear sweet, what's on your mind?" He held your hands in his and pressed his lips to your hand. Your eyes widened. What was there to say? You were locked in a closet with a total pervert for 7 minutes. Dd
Romano X readerRomano X reader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey guys! It's time for seven minutes in heaven! It's been such a long time! I hope you all are ready!"
America gave a thumbs up to the crowd. You stood in embarrassment, this was your first time coming to a party, and you only came because your friend made you.
"Since you're one of the only ladies here, why d-don't you go? I'd rather not...b-be stuck in a closet with a boy..."
Canada said shyly.
You walked up the the enormous hat and reached in.
You felt a furry, irregular shape; it was a fake mustache.
"Hey-a that's me..."
Romano blushed and looked at you.
You smiled and walked toward him timidly.
"You two have fun now!"
America waved you two to the closet.
Romano grabbed you hand and took you inside.
"S-so, how're you? I-I'm rather nervous my self...d-dammit."
He started to curse under his breath.
You forced out the words while shaking.
"H-hey, you're nervous too...t-that makes me feel better..."
He edged toward you and placed his hand on your cheek.
Death of a Loved One (Germany and Prussia)Death of a Loved One (Germany and Prussia)1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
A Hetalia Fanfiction
Main characters: Germany and Prussia
Death of a Loved One, Chapter 1
World War II. An era of death, Nazis, and mercilessly spilt blood. A terrible age for mankind, evil beyond imagination.
Shots, fire, screams. The lives of millions, the blood of thousands of Jews. Bullets and gunfire rang everywhere, everything was lost.
Ludwig Beilschmidt recoiled instantaneously as a bullet hit the ground in front of him, sending the particles of dirt and debris rocketing into the air. He leapt back instinctively, his feet acting without needing to be told. The battle grounds were nearly empty—all except for himself and another.
No! he thought, I won’t lose… I won’t lose! This is my battle! I’ve fought it for more than ten years!
He knew it was all over for him. And yet he was still so desperate. Why? Why fight for so long and get nothing from my toiling and labour? I want... I just want to be at peace with myself. I just wa
JapanxReader Stupid BugsJapanxReader Stupid Bugs1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
You finished unpacking your last box in your new apartment you share with a roommate. You've only met him twice before today so you don't know much about him. You walk to his room and knock on the door. "Come in..." You open the door and smile. Honda Kiku was lying on his bed flipping through a manga and looks up at you. "Kiku, I finished unpacking. Do you want to go grab some food?" He stands up and stretches. "I'd rather cook for us than go out." His accent was heavy and you loved the way it sounded. "Oh, alright then, I can help you cook if you want." He shakes his head and starts making his way to the kitchen. "You are probably tired. You should rest." You follow behind him and jump up on the counter when you get in the kitchen. "If you insist..." You watch as he shuffles around grabbing ingredients and utensils. "So... what are you making?"
"Soba, have you had it before?" You shake your head. "I can't wait to taste it though." You give him a smile but he just turns and cooks. He s
ReaderxGermany:MarchingBand!"Snap out of it. Snap out of it." You thought repeatedly. "Someone's going to notice you staring." You couldn't help it though. People rustled around you restless from hours of standing. They all, or at least most, were watching the director as he displayed the complex visual, which you already had down. It smelled like sweat and sunscreen as the breeze picked up for the first time in what seemed like hours. The tan snare player infront of you leaned his head back to enjoy this, but you couldn't care less. It was officially the second week of band camp and you were to busy staring at the drum major.ReaderxGermany:MarchingBand!1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ludwig, or Mr. SuperUberLudwigAmadeusMozartPants as Front Ensemble like to call him, stood ten feet behind the director, bristling with sweat as he practiced his conducting motions over and over and over and over.....okay now don't get too into it, again. It was mid-way through the day and the thick gel that encased his hair in a shell had broken broken and sweated away, causing
Australia X Reader- Christmas Spirit“Hey, thanks for. Inviting me,” you told Arthur, “I hardly get invited to these things.”Australia X Reader- Christmas Spirit1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“No problem, love.” The Englishman replied, “Just enjoy the party and have a happy holiday.”
You chuckled. “Thanks, I will.”
The thick-browed Brit gave you a charming smile before heading towards the snack table, no doubt off to tell a certain American to quit stuffing his face.
You took another sip of your drink as you watched the merry-making going on around you. Lounging out on the couch were the Italian twins, Feliciano nearly crying as Lovino ranted at him all the reasons he should leave his big, burly German hubby. Behind the brothers lurked Antonio, Francis, and Gilbert, commonly known as the Bad Touch Trio. The Frenchman was making a face that could only be described as 'planning' while Antonio was laughing at Gilbert pretending to be hurt by Lovino's depiction of his little brother. On the other side of the massive living space we
Playing Tricks (PrussiaxReader)Playing Tricks (PrussiaxReader)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
God… I hate the exams. Gilbert tried not to let out a stifled yawn as he began to lean his chair back. And I didn’t even study for them!
He turned his head to peer around himself for a moment, and then his shoulders sagged again as he hung his head. I’m not even sitting next to any smart students… can’t copy off of them…
And he hadn't had any sleep last night either, because he had been out at your house with some beer and wurst. Gil had come up with some brilliant idea to come over unexpectedly to have a slumber party, and somehow he had managed to drag you, the intellectual, logical, usually smart student, into having a late-night party the day before the exams. Great.
"It was a great idea. Who doesn't like slumber parties?" Gilbert sighed and propped his head on his hands, which caused the baggy sweatshirt he was wearing to scratch his face. "I don't even know why I had to borrow this jacket from
Goodbye Child!PrussiaxReaderGoodbye Child!PrussiaxReader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She's been walking in this world since the beginning of time.
The time when humans appeared once again after her and her friends'
'time' but never in her life did she get this close to someone whose
not her family.Staring at the crying boy in front of her with an
emotionless face,she couldn't help but feel guilty and sad.
The boy clung to her tightly,not wanting to let her go.
Begging her not to go and leave him,he cried and told her he don't
want to be alone.
"PLEASE!Don't leave me _____!PLEASE!I'll be a good boy just don't leave me!!"
The white-haired boy plead.He doesn't want her to leave him.
She rescued him from the miserable life of living on the streets with
nothing,not even food and ever since then she took care of him and despite
of the many things he did,she tolerated him.But now she's leaving him!
_____ blankly look at the boy,debating inside whether to stay with him
longer or simply leave him.It made her both happy and sad-though she
did not show it-that someo
CanadaxReader: Aren't We AllHe ran his fingers through his pale blonde hair and waited impatiently for her reply. Deep down, he wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her—to shake some sense into her, maybe—but he wasn't that kind of person, and so he couldn't, and didn't. Instead, he stood still, trying to keep the agitation out of his expression and the pain out of his eyes, all the while chewing on his lip so hard he could taste metal.CanadaxReader: Aren't We All1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He'd never wanted anything so badly, had never fought with Alfred over anything growing up—had always thought of himself as a sharer, a man of compromise and sacrifice, but now, he wasn't so sure anymore. He wasn't sure he could share her. He thought he might fade into a million individual cells held together by a ghost of a human shape if he ever had to compromise on anything regarding her.
Yet she, unable to read his mind, only bit her lip and grimaced apologetically, oblivious to the twisting in his stomach.
"I can't," she said, looking down at her fe
BTTxDepressed!Reader: Part 6BTTxDepressed!Reader: Part 61 year ago in Romance More Like This
Previously, it turns out that the BTT indeed had a party held at Francis's house, and looking for an explanation, you decide to head on in instead of just heading back home, since your grade was basically based on how well you did on that project. Having to go through a very drunk Arthur, getting harassed by a group of popular girls, and meeting Alfred, your day was getting hectic before you even found the bad touch trio...
You walked around a bit, it probably wasn't the largest kitchen in the world, but it was still surprised you with how vast the area seemed. One of the kitchen walls were knocked down, so that it led straight into what seemed like another guest room, making the space seem even larger, instead of closed walls which gave more of a sense of claustrophobia, to you at least. The dim lighting accompanied by the music muffled by the walls, and the bright lights that would flash every once in a while gave the room a bar-like feeling, especially since ther
RomanoXreader: Heavy-ass door (REQUEST)RomanoXreader: Heavy-ass door (REQUEST)1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
THEME: What if Romano was afraid to say he loves you, so dresses
up like Feli and hands you a letter saying it's from Romano,
so he feels good he did it himself. Kind of.
RomanoXReader: Heavy-ass door (REQUEST)
You sighed as you walked quickly through the crowds of your peers,
trying to make the bus without having to run.
Gakuen Hetalia was the school you went to, a multi-cultural school
for people who wanted to escape from the 'everyone-knows-everything-about-everyone' schools.
You finally made it to the big glass doors the school insisted on having,
even though they were so heavy it was a pain to open so they were left
open half the time. You groaned as you saw they were closed.
You, not being the strongest person in the world, hated the manual labor that these doors came with.
'Theres no way I can do this myself!' you mentally screamed.
'It`s a heavy-ass door!' You sighed in defeat and set your bag down,
placing both hands on the glass.
'one-two-THREE!' you cheered yourself on as yo