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“Yao can you make more of these?” an English head peered around the corner of the kitchen, still trying to finish his last dumpling.

“Arrg!” the Chinese man groaned, wishing he could just chuck the stirring spoon he was holding across the room. “Coming up...” he finally sighed, knowing raging wouldn't solve his problems.

He was supposed to be 'nice' to the other countries, but he didn't think that would end up having to serve them left right and centre.

“Right!” the Englishman grinned, before returning into the other room.

Moments after, Yao finally began to calm down until a certain person entered the room with a giant grin on their face. That person, was none other than (First name) (Last name), who had some fun questions she wanted answered.

“HEY YAO!!” she shouted excitedly in his ear, only it ended with him getting scared, and spilling a whole new plate of dumplings on the ground.

There was a moment of silence, as if they were having some kind of memorial for the now useless dumplings. However that didn't stop (your name).

“Can I ask you a few questions??” she asked eagerly, sounding as if she was going to have a nervous breakdown if he didn't.

Yao sighed impatiently, before nodding the girl to go on. They were good friends of course, actually, really close friends. Just Yao wasn't in a very happy mood. He felt like punching a wall or two.

“Well..” (your name) began, meddling with her fingers a little. “Is it true every Chinese person knows kung fu?”

Yao raised an eyebrow, but deciding not to bother arguing, he just answered.

“No. Not every Chinese person aru.”

Nodding, she just went on, even pulling out a small note book and a pen.

“Is is true all Chinese people are good at math?”

Yao mentally face palmed, but looked at (your name)'s face to see her smiling and made his heart melt.

“No aru!” he laughed. “One whole country and it's people cannot be good at the same thing.”

(Your name) just nodded again, in an understanding way.

“Is it true all Asians are short and thin?”

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT CHINA?!” Yao asked loudly, trying to keep his cool.

(Your name) just giggled at his slight angry tone.

“Well, you know what I mean.”

“There are a lot of 'smaller' body types.” Yao huffed, looking down to realize he forgot to put all the dumplings in the garbage. But not before a British voice was heard from the other room.

“Those dumping coming Yao?” he asked, sounding impatient, making Yao's face turn slightly pink with anger. Even (your name) noticed this.

As Yao was about to put the first dumping in the trash can, (your name) took the dumpling from his hand and placed it back on it's original plate.

“(Your name) those are-”

“I know.” she laughed, picking up a few more off the table and putting it back on the plate. “He won't notice will he?”

Yao smirked, and joined her in picking up the remaining dumplings off the floor.

“Have any more questions (your name)?”

She put a finger to her chin to symbolize she was thinking.

“Is is true Chinese..or most Asians are smarter than white people?”

Yao laughed out loud at that one.

“I don't think so aru. It's just a stereotype.”

“I know.” she smiled proudly. “I just had to check.”

Once the last dumping was picked up, Yao went to take the tray to Arthur in the other room, giving (your name) a wink on his way by.

“Once more question Yao.”

With that, he turned just to catch her last question.

“Is it true Chinese men have small penises?”

His mouth dropped open, just as Arthur opened the door to the kitchen to see Yao holding a nice big plate of juicy dumplings.

“Ahh it's about time!” he smiled, taking the whole try and leaving. Not even a thank you followed.

Yao turned to (your name), to see her laughing her loudest, covering her mouth at times to muffle how 'hilarious' she thought it was. He had no idea that his face was red with embarrassment.

Then an interesting idea came to his head, causing him to smirk.

“Hey (your name)?”

She looked at up, wiping away a tear from her laughing fit to see him standing right in front of her with the big smirk on his face. It was her turn to blush, seeing how damn hot be looked, just staring at her like that.

Kneeling down to her height, he took her hand and began to pull her down the hall and upstairs.

“W-where are we going Yao?” she asked, feeling her blush rising.

“Well aru, you think we Chinese have now your going to test that theory~”

She couldn't help but smile at his nervousness, but ended up blushing harder knowing what he meant.

Luckily Arthur was to busy downstairs eating his dumplings, not even knowing two things. One, they had been on the floor and two....that floor hadn't been washed in a while.
China as requested by some of you :) NEXT IS ICEY :iconyayicelandplz: and the awesome Prussia :iconyayprussiaplz:

HAHA..why not give Iggy some hassle XD but Honestly I think this one was BY FAR the most fun to do :)

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“(Your name) what are you looking at?” Emil, the white haired Icelandic man asked, while watching his friend shuffle through random sites on the computer. He didn't have the slightest idea why she was at his house, but he didn't care. He rather her be over more than anyone else.

“Just some things to ask you..” (your name) replied, a smile appearing on her face, seeing as she found the site she wanted.

“What do you want to ask me then?” Emil replied questionably, as if ready for some super tricky math question, for something about his brother or-

“Is is true that Iceland has the strongest men and women?” she asked, causing him to rethink over the whole 'tricky math' thing. Emil took a moment to wonder why she even cared about this kind of information.

“That is said by some. But-”

“Is it true male tourists to Iceland can easily get laid?”

Emil raised an eyebrow, showing off on his 'what are you talking about' looks, causing (your name) to laugh a little.

“I'm trying to find stereotypes.” she added, while Emil rolled his eyes.

“Why about Iceland?” he asked bluntly, crossing his arms to show his disgust. Why couldn't she have looked up things about his 'big brother' or Finland? He thought those while sighing, letting her continue.

“Because they're so hard to find!” (your name) replied.

“Then why do you bother?”

(Your name) looked up and gave Emil a sly look.

“You never did answer my last question Emil~”

“Move on.”

She stood up and brushed a strand of hair from his face before smirking.

“Is there something your not telling me-”

Emil suddenly turned around, in a way stopping (your name) from finishing her sentence.

“Fine. Just a few more. If I can find any..” she replied, moving back to the computer, still smirking at Emil's shyness.

Looking down, she shut down the computer, and let out a sigh of defeat, causing Emil to focus his attention back to her.

“What's wrong now?” he asked, turning his head slightly to the right.

“I couldn't find any-” she paused the moment she saw a black and white flash make it's way into the room, and landed softly on Emil's shoulder. It was Mr. Puffin.

With that, an idea came to her. Not knowing if it was an actual stereotype or not, she asked;

“Do Icelandic people eat puffins?”

There was a brief moment of silence before Emil turned his head to the creature on his shoulder. The bird glared back at him, causing (your name) to burst in a fit of laughter.

Emil took a deep breath, before reaching forward, taking (your name)'s hand and pulled her close to him. The moment she stopped laughing he smiled.

“Nice try (your name). You'll will never get Mr. Puffin to love you more than me.” he laughed, causing the bird to fly off his shoulder and then swopped onto the nearby couch.

“Yeah right!” he shouted, before letting out a sarcastic laugh, and taking off into the other room, leaving (your name) and Emil alone.

Light blushes came to both of their cheeks, before Emil carefully took her head in his hands, and pressed his lips softly to hers, in a gently kiss.

However for reasons unknown, the poor couple had to be interrupted by none other and Mathias (who always seemed to 'wreck the mood') who let out a huge laugh, while Tino, Berwald and Lukas followed behind him.

“Emil's getting laid!” he called out, while setting his many cans of newly bought beer on the table.

Emil literally face-palmed, before Lukas crept up behind him and gave (your name) a thumbs up.

“Will you be calling me 'big brother' now too?”


The rest of the day Emil and (Your name) spent, was watching Tino, Lukas, and even Mathias, argue over who would be the 'best man' are you ''apparent'' wedding.
This is a hetalia reader insert. The 'stereotypes' were only found online. I am NOT Stereotyping the actual country, OR it's people.
It's for hetalia fans, my watchers, and those who requested it. That's all.

I'm going away for a day or two, so this is the last one in that time. Next ones up are Prussia, and Belarus..and I think Sweden.

I honestly couldn't find I know one might be wrong, or not even a stereotype. Sorry about that :P

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"Do canadians kids ride polar bears to school?"

Matthew Williams, also known as Canada, peered up from his newspaper to look at his friend, (your name) glaring into the computer screen in front of her.

" (your name), we don't ride polar bears at all." he said, flipping to a new page without hassle.

"Okay." she sighed, making a funny shape with her tounge while waiting for the next page to load. Matthew gave her a little look before looking back blushing. She's so damn cute, he thought.

"Do canadians play hockey all the time?"

Matthew gave a puzzling look before finally answering.

"N-no. Some don't play hockey at all much less every-"

"Is it true you put mayple syrup on everything?"

Matthew turned lightly pink, becayse of the horrible stereotypicalism. Did people really think that about canadians? Nobody remembered him anyway so what did it matter? What was worse to him now what was (your name) thought of him.

"Do canadians give people whatever they want because their 'soo' nice?" (your name) asked, giving her hair a little flip, making Matthew wish he could pin you down right there. He couldn't do that all honestly he was to nice.

"We don't give people WHATEVER they want uh--"

"Canadians always say eh? Yeah?" (your name) giggled. "You DO say 'eh' all the time Mattie."

The canadian blushed a little more at her happy giggle.

"I supposed all this really ne-"

"It is true Canadiens always eat tim hortons and drink coffee?"

Matthew mentally face palmed, before getting up and walking over to (your name) and the computer.

"Of course not (your name)! Who said that?!"

(Your name) giggled again turning to the shy canadian and pointing to the page. He leaned in to see 'Canadian stereotypes'. He smirked slighly.

"Eh (your name)?"

(Your name) turned to see Matthew nearly face to face with her. She began to turn a light shade of red.


"You know it's cold here a lot eh~" he smiled, taking her hand and pulling her up the stairs and into his bedroom. With that he pulled her into the bed before kissing her deeply, making them both turn red. Once they parted, (your name) began to pout.

It wasn't until Matthew began to undress himself before her she felt as if a nosebleed was comming on. Matthew then finished his sentence.

"So I know how to warm things up (your name)~"
fahking thing deleted when I was mostly done. So i had to redo it.

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"(Your name) vhat are you looking at?" Ludwig, also known as germany, replied standing above the (h/c) haired girl sitting at his computer. She was hardly paying attention, just glaring at the screen in front of her.

"Hmm.." was all he got from her. Sighing, he grabbed a newspaper and began to read it while still staring at her, wondering what on earth she was doing.

"Is it true all Germans are mean and tough?"

Ludwig took a moment to understand what she was asking, making sure he didn't take it the wrong way.

"No (your name), why vould you think something like zat-"

"Are Germans always angry?"

His face began to heat up. It was like she was pressuring him.

"No (your name), I don't see why zis is-"

"Are all Germans obsessed with beer?"

Ludwig's eyebrow twitched slightly.

"N-no! Verdammit (your name).."

"Do you guys only eat sausage and schnitzels?"

"Of course not!" Ludwig was getting furious. Not at (your name), but at the damn stereotypes she was reading about him and his culture. He didn't like it. He didn't want (your name) to think the wrong way about him.

The next question she was about to say however would totally flip him off the edge.

"Is it true that most German men aren't that romantic?"

For a moment, there was a silence that made both Ludwig and (your name) feel unconfortable.

"(Your name).." Ludwig finally said, however the (h/c) haired girl having no idea how close he was getting to her.

"Lud-" she looked to her right but he wasn't there. She began to heat up when she felt warm breath tickle her neck, and a strong arm wrap around her stomach, pulling her into a strong muscualr chest.

"Zhoes things aren't true (your name) because I.."

(Your name) looked up and kissed under the german's chin, making his face also turn pink. With that, he smirked, before planting a kiss right on her lips.

"Don't worry." (your name) laughed, savoring the moment of how close they both were. "I don't really believe them either."

Ludwig chuckled slightly before rethinking her sentence over. 'I don't REALLY believe them either'
The words ran through his mind.

Without thinking, he swung her over his shoulder, ignoring all the little squeaks and yips coming from her mouth.

He walked up the stairs still ignoring her and plunged her into the bed, instantly pinning her down so she couldn't escape.

"Ludwig, what are you-"

He smashed his lips to her before she could even blink.

"After zis, you'll have a very different perspective of me (your name)~"
OOC-ness you guys WATCH OUT!~!~! I had to do this one though.

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"Does everyone in america have a gun?"

Alfred F. Jones: also known as America, turned to see his friend (your name), surfing the internet, a keen look in her eyes as she scanned each word on the depicted site she was on.

"Whaa-dude what you readin'?" Alfred just chuckled, hoping she would ignore not getting an answer.

Well that sure wasn't gunna happen.

"Does everyone in america have a gun?" she asked again, earing only a yawn and a stretch from Alfred.

"No (your name), not EVERYONE in america has a gun."

"Okay.." she mumbled, and continued to search on the same sight. A few moments later, while Alfred was chowing down on a tastely hamburger, (your name)'s voice rang through his ears before he could even taste the meat or lettuce.

"What now dude?" he asked, hoping she'd be quick so he could get on with his meal.

"Is it ture that everyone in America eats Macdonald's on an everyday basis?"

Alfred had to think for a moment.

"Nope, dude...why you-"

"Are american people always racist?"

Alfred grumbled at that one.

"No way dude!"

"Do all american's belive in aliens and ghosts?"

"But dude Alien's ARE real!"

"I rest my case.." Alfred could hear (your name) mumble from the other room. To him, it was high time she was paid back for all the questions she'd asked him.

So, he set down his burger (MIRACLOUSLY) and made his way behind (your name), poking her sides and making her giggle.

"Now..I wanna ask you some questions dude." he said, placing his neck on her shoulder. She blushed a little but nodded.

He glanced at the sight she was on while asked her questions. He'd start slow.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No." she answered plainly.

He finally saw she was looking up 'american stereotypes'.

"Do you like boys with...funny personalities?"

"Yes, Alfred." she laughed, thinking nothing was wrong.

"Would you do what I said if I was serious about you?"

(your name) turned her head to see Alfred looking at her..quite...seriously.

"Uhh..Alfred is this-"

"What if I said "You.Me.Bed.Now"?"

(Your name) blushed deeply, just as Alfred scooped her up easily, and raced upstairs. He felt (your name) began to heat up and blew cool air onto her face, making her laugh and wipe her face.

"Your so cute (your name)." he smiled.

Her face brightened up like a summer's day.


Alfred nodded, before entering his bedroom and throwing her gently onto the bed without a care. With that he thre threw off his jacket and shirt, making (your name) want to drool all over the place.

"Alfred are you being serious about this?"

He set her on the bed and locked the door, before crawling on top of her and grinning madly.

"Hell yeah!"
haha..I know some of you saw this coming...

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"Feliciano can I ask you a question?"

A happy-go-lucky italian lifted his head from his bowl of pasta to see his friend (your name) using his computer.

"(N)-(Your name)!? How'd you ah get in my house-"

"Are Italian's all loud?"

Feliciano looked almost offended.

"N-no. Bu-but why are you-"

"Is it true most to all italians are fat and hairy?"

The italian man's eyes widened. His brows then made a depressed look.

"No (Your name)! See! Look at me!"

(Your name) turned to see her italian friend point to himself, and taking a look at hm she knew that wasn't true. Well..for him at least.

"Is that all (your name)? I would like to-"

(Your name)'s eyes glared onto the screen before laughing out loud. Feliciano still didn't look to happy.

"What is it now (your)-"

"Is  is true italians have ties with the mafia?" she began to laugh again. "Wow."

Feliciano poked his friend in the shoulder. (Your name) turned her head to be..extremely close to his. She didn't even know he was there.

"Those things aren't true (your name)~" he smiled, "but you know what is true."

Her eyes widened, as he took her hand and began to run her up the stairs. Once they reached the bedroom, Feliciano stopped, making (your name) give him a puzzled look.

"I-uh." he stammered. "I was joking I guess..maybe italiens aren't the best lover.."

He was about to turn her around and make his way downstairs, when (your name) thought it was high time he got something to prove.

With that, she grabbed his wrist, and dragged him into the room, while he instantly smiled and flew (your name) and himself on the bed.

"Oh Feli?" (your name) asked, while watching the italian pry off his blue coat off.

"Yees (your name)~?" the happy man asked.

"What did you say is true about italiens?"

He laughed, and pushed you into the bed, beginning to kiss you happiily. Once he parted, he grinned.

"We're lovers~"

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"Everyone drinks Vodka?"

The tall Russian man names Ivan, looked up to his dear friend (your name), who was 'supposed' to be looking for information about America. Don't ask why he wanted HER specifically to do it, maybe it was because he just liked seeing her. But for now, he was wishing he hadn't.

"No (your name)." Ivan replied, although chuckling to himself since HE was drinking vodka at the moment himself.

"Is Russia cold all year round?" (Your name) asked again, still looking at the computer screen in front of her.

Ivan felt like it was going to burn her eyes.

"No no (your name) it's not. But, why are you-"

"Russians only own warm clothes?"

Ivan gave her a 'are-you-retarded' look, before sighing and going towards her. Leaning over her shoulder, and peering at the computer screen. 'Russian Stereotypes' was the main page.

"Why are looking at this (your name)? You're supposed to look for America's weaknesses."

"I know I know. Hold on." (your name) giggled, making Ivan lean back a little, hoping she didn't see his light pink cheeks.

"Is it true all Russians are usually big and mean?"

Ivan laughed at that one. That site was so stereotypical.

"(Your name), you shouldn't believe everything on in the internet."

With that, the light of the computer suddenly went out.

"H-hey! The computer-"

"Is out of the way now~" Ivan muttered happily, before grabbing your hand and pulling you out of your seat. "NOW you can spend time with me, and not stereotyping my union."

(Your name) gulped, as Ivan led her up the stairs and into his dark room, where he pulled off his long scarf and pushed her down into his soft bed.

"I have one more question Ivan." (your name) replied, covering his lips with her finger.

Ivan smiled, and let her speak, before claiming his prize.

"Is it true men in Russia beat their wives?"

Ivan widened his eyes, and got up on his knees, letting (your name) free for a moment. He sat there puzzled, before blinking a few times and them pining (your name) down to the bed again.

"Of course not (your name)~ you are so delicate.." he caressed your face softly before planting a kiss on your cheek, then the other, than your lips.

"I meant all of Russia, Ivan."

He just laughed and kissed you again.

"Well all I know is I would never beat you~"
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"Francis, is it true french people drink wine like water?"

The blond haired french-man looked over at his friend (your name), and a smile appeared on his face.

"Well I love za wine~" he laughed. "But non. It's not drunk like water-"

"Is is true french wash less often than others?"

He nearly screamed. Well he did, just in a non-many way.

"Zat is not true (your name)! I love to be clean!" he flipped his hair with a wink, making (your name) smrik and turn back into her seat.

"What are you doing anyway?" Francis peered over his friends shoulder to see 'French Stereotypes' on the screen. He didn't seem to happy about it.

"(Your name) don't tell me your-"

"Is it true french people are rude and racist?"

"NON!" Francis shouted, a little more angry than girly this time.

"Well is it true french always eat frogs all the time?"

Francis sighed, and just answered the questions.

"Zat is not true either."

(Your name) sighed, and began to tap her fingers along the desk. To Francis, he thought it was pretty sexy.


Without a word, the frenchman picked up 'his' (your name), and raced her up into his bedroom, a big grin on his face the whole.

Once he locked the door, (your name) raised an eyebrow.

"Want to know one thing zat is true (your name)?"

He crawled on top of her in the bed and leaned in close to her ear, making her shiver a little.

"WE french can be veeery sexy~"

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“Hey Kiku?” (your name) asked, just catching a glimpse of her Japanese friend walking  by.

Kiku stopped and turned his head to see (your name) flipping open a laptop, and sitting on a comfy beanbag chair, resting her elbows on the small knee-high table.

“Is it true Japanese people are like..super polite all the time?”

Kiku blinked, as if trying to remember what she said.

“Werr, everyone is different (your name).” he said, giving her a look of pity, thinking she'd know the answer to her own question.

He turned to leave, before suddenly being pulled back by none other than (your name) herself.

“Don't leave! I need to ask more questions!”

Kiku huffed lightly, before seating himself next to (your name), watching her type in 'Japanese Stereotypes'.

“It is arr rearry necessary (your name)-”

“Is it true that Japanese people cannot hold their liquor?”

“Werr about 40-45% can't I guess..”

“Do all Japanese people eat sushi all day every day?”

Kiku shook his head, once again feeling pity for her.

“What do you think (your name)?”

She took a moment to think, even placing a finger on her chin as if to show him.

“Ummm...” she looked to Kiku and grinned. “Yes?”

“Your hoperess.”

(Your name) crossed her arms, as Kiku stood up ready to leave.

“Can I ask few two more questions?” (your name) insisted, even giving him the pouty face. Kiku let out a deep breath, before returning to his seat.

“Do Japanese people watch and read anime ALL the time. Even in their sleep?” she laughed a little, knowing the answer herself.

“No. I don't think you courd either, now ret's just-”

“Is is true that Japanese are very personal, and don't like people into their 'personal bubble'.”

Kiku felt a blush rise to his cheeks, thinking of the times he pushed Feliciano and Alfred away for trying to hug him. By the time he look at (your name), she was desperately close to his face.


He rubbed the back of his neck, hoping she wouldn't notice the blush, hoping if he answered he wouldn't say the wrong thing.


He was instantly taken back from her words, and looked to see her in her regular sitting position.

“Can I hug you?”

The moment of silence was brief, because Kiku instead moved forward, and wrapped his arms around her, this time a blush coming to her cheeks. The moment she hugged back Kiku felt a little awkward, but decided to just savour the moment.

“Werr (your name), I hope that answers your question.”

With that, he  was finally able to stand, and made his way upstairs to his room, not even noticing (your name) following a short distance behind him.

“Can I have another hug Kiku?”

“No (your name).”

“Common! Just one more-”

She stood right in front of Kiku's door, pounding her fists against it, until it finally opened.

“What?” he asked, sounding a little more annoyed than usual. (Your name) just smiled.

“How's about that hug?”


:iconcuteblushplz: The "L"s are meant to be "R"s btw.
Added: AHHHHHHHHKAHUGK get off front pagge :iconohnoesplz: weeeww Were okay people it's gone! :)

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"Norwegian's look as if they're soaked in bleach.."

Lukas Bondevik, turned his head to see (first name) (last name) glaring at a computer screen, seemingly talking to herself.

Finding this all to interesting, Lukas peered over, accidentally resting his head on her shoulder, making her gasp and turn to see him.

"Lukas you scared me!" she replied, clicking the minimize button.

"What were you looking at?" he asked, taking the mouse, putting his hand over hers and moving the mouse back to the website she was on. It wasn't really a site though. She was looking up 'Norwegian Stereotypes', and Lukas raised an eyebrow.

(Your name) just let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Can I ask you a few questions then?" she smiled brightly, with Lukas giving her another strange look.


(your name) went right to it, and began to asking questions.

"Does everyone ski in Norway?"

"No." Lukas answered rather quickly. He thought he should maybe speak a little slower.

"Hmm.." (your name) went on. "Is it true that most in Norway don't smile and are always silent?"

Lukas grunted. He was rather silent he found, but that didn't mean his country was.

"That's not true." he said, looking away. (your name) smirked a bit, and looked back at the computer.

"All norwegians are blond and pale."

"No." Lukas sighed. None of those dumb stereotypes were true. He didn't even know why she was bothering with this.

"Anything to do with vikings is acceptable in Norway?"

Lukas wanted to smirk at that one. Of course, it wasn't true.

"Oh (your name)." Lukas sighed. "I think your time on the computer is up."

With that, (your name) shut off the computer, and pushed the chair into it's place, and turned to see Norway facing her with a serious look on his. was more serious than usual.

"H-hey Lukas?"

He slightly grinned, making her mouth want to hit the floor. She hardly got a word from him, and now he was nearly smiling at her?!

"Y-you never said if the last stereotype was true or not.."

He chuckled slightly, before patting (your name) on the back, and coming close to her ear, causing a blush to rise onto her face.

"Not everything viking is acceptable (your name)."

He grabbed(your name)'s hand and pulled her away from the lounge where the computer was at, and upstairs and into his room, seating her next to him while he caressed her face. He wanted to do this for so long, but how could he ever say it? (Your name) came over all the time and tried to speak to him. Now was the time.

He purred and grabbed the girl's waist, making her squeak.

"But what I'm about to do will be~" just before he kissed her.
I love Norway :iconloveloveplz:

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Russian Stereotypes: [link]
Italian Stereotypes: [link]
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Chinese Stereotypes: [link]
Icelandic Stereotypes: [link]

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