Somebody's watching me HetaliaxReader
I'm not schizophrenic, okay?
Don't listen to my mom. Or my Dad. Or my Grandma. You know what? Don't listen to anyone. Well, except me.
My thought process is perfectly logical, and for the life of me I can't figure why they don't understand that.
But I digress. I should tell you exactly what I'm talking about.
I recently got into this show called Hetalia. It's a show where all the countries of the world are personified, and you learn about events in history through their interactions with each other. Basically, it's history made fun!
Or making fun of history. Your choice.
Anyway, since I got into this show and all, my mom got me a shirt with a bunch of Hetalia characters on it. And I love it; I really do. I'm wearing it right now, in fact.
But as much as I love it, it bothers me too. Because I feel like... Like they're watching me.
...Don't look at me like that! I know you've had those thoughts too at one point. Maybe not about a shirt, but a TV, a pain
Italy x Reader: Pretty PicturesYou slipped into the hallway, the hall pass in your hand making you grin. Not being in class was one of the coolest feelings in the world. You strolled down the long passage, in no rush to get to your destination, since getting there meant you would have to go back to class shortly afterwards.Italy x Reader: Pretty Pictures3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Your destination was supposedly the ladies restroom, but you planned to make a stop at the vending machines on the way there. The snickers bar was practically calling to you…
“Ve~! _______!” You turned to see a bouncy Italian halfway through the process of glomping you, his feet leaving the ground and his arms outstretched for a hug.
“Feli-!” You squeaked as he finished the hug, almost knocking you over. He rubbed his face on yours like a cat, making soft “Ve… Ve..!” noises.
“_______! Where are you going?” He asked expectantly, looking up at you with his big amber eyes. You laughed, the days where him being so close to you would make y
The fair EnglandxReader part oneAh, the last day of summer break. A bittersweet day for most, a time for last hurrahs, parties, and whatnot.The fair EnglandxReader part one3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Today for me though, was filled with nothing but joy. My summer vacation had pretty much sucked; all I did was go to one birthday party. One party! Don't get me wrong, I had fun and all. But when my summer vacation promised so much more fun, like my dad taking me out of the country for the first time in my life, a party seems pretty small.
I don't like to sound spoiled, but I've been bothered by this quite a bit. I've stayed up late thinking about it, nearly shed some tears over it... It's occupied my mind a lot, to put it simply. I was going to college tomorrow, for Pete's sake! This should be the best break ever!
But today... Today was going to be different! My best guy friend, Arthur, was taking me to spend the day with him at a renaissance fair.
I don't know what it is about this time period that fascinates me so much. I think it may have started when I went to Medieval Ti
American Stereotypes..American Stereotypes..3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"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?"
2p!EnglandxBullied!Reader: I'm not dumb! Ch. 12p!EnglandxBullied!Reader: I'm not dumb! Ch. 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Oliver... I'm moving" You whisper, your British friend dropped the basket full of cupcakes he was going to share with you. "But.. We just became friends.". It's been about a year in a half since you met Oliver. You managed to keep your Special Ed classes a secret. You were afraid he would look at you differently too. You were moving into the city. You were in the middle of your second grader year along with Oliver.
His bright eyes swelled up and ran to you hugging. "stay with me forever! It's not fair!" He cried.
You frown trying not to cry "Ollie... I'm sorry..." he pulled away at your word. His facial expression looking more insane. "Stay... " He said again stroking you hand. You blink at him "We'll run away.. Bake cupcakes. Live carefree." He said softly trying to forget that you were ever leaving in the first place. "Oliver stop..." pulling you hand lightly away.
"I'll miss you" you whispered and ran off. He cried loudly as you left. You chest hurt incredibly but it had to be done
Let's Go To A Bar (BTTxReader)Let's Go To A Bar (BTTxReader)3 years ago in Humor More Like This
You sat on the couch lazily with a book. It was a slow Friday afternoon and you had literally NOTHING to do. You weren't even wearing proper clothes, all you wore was a shirt Switzerland had given you for your birthday. It was on clearance, so it really didn't fit, it was too long and almost went down to your knees.
You closed your hardcover copy of Lord of the Rings and yawned. Flopping onto your back, you watched the sunlight streaming into the room. This day was so slow, it would have been more fun watching paint dry. As your eyes started to close, the doorbell rang and you got up with a groan. What now?
Walking to the door, you twisted the door handle, but as soon as you did, the door swung inward and crushed you against the wall.
Three men strutted in like they own the place, at the head of the little group was a very familiar albino. He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled.
"YO! _____! Vhere are you?!"
You pushed the door and it slammed shut as you peeled off the wall. He
HetaliaxReader Seven SinsHetaliaxReaderHetaliaxReader Seven Sins3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Even though your eyes were closed and you still felt like you were in bed, you knew something wasn't right.
When you finally gathered up the courage to crack an eyelid open, you felt your heart sink as your suspicion was confirmed.
You were still in your bed, but your bed wasn't in your house. Instead, you were staring, dumbfounded, around a large cavern. A large, drippy, moldering, cavern. Your eyes narrowed as you looked about, studying your surroundings.
There were seven archways leading out. Each one had a word chiseled above it.
luxuria gula avaritia acedia ira invidia superbia
You frowned, the words...No.... The names were familiar.
lust gluttony greed sloth wrath envy pride
The Seven Deadly Sins
The only way to leave was to choose one. You stood up and headed over towards them.
Romano x Reader: Flattery"CHIGIII~!"Romano x Reader: Flattery3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Romano's home~" you observed, nodding in unison with the coppery kitten that you were curled up on the sofa with. You were at the Vargas' house, waiting for your friend Feliciano to come back from a "date" with Ludwig. The man in question (Romano) stalked into the house, slamming the door with such force as to rattle the windows, muttering under his breath.
"Hi to you too," you murmured as Romano stomped straight into the kitchen and started banging pots and pans around.
"I hate that stupid potato jerk!" you heard him raging, most likely to himself but definitely loud enough for everyone and anyone in the area to hear. "That stupid German should just die! It's always 'Germany this, Germany that~!' and it makes me sick!" he screamed. There was a loud BONG as a particularly hefty pot dented the side of the fridge. You winced, and the greatly perturbed kitty snuggled deeper into your arms.
"D-don't I have good qualities too?!" Romano wailed, tears in his voice- something that
HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book!HetaliaxReader: Lost my Book!HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book!3 years ago in Romance More Like This
That's exactly what happened. You lost your precious book. But it was no ordinary book. Nono..it was your DIARY. The thing you held close, and wrote everything-and I mean EVERYTHING-and now you had gone and lost it. You searched around the whole world conference building, but to no avail. It was like it vanished into thin air.
"No no no..." you mumbled to yourself as you bit down hard on your lip. "It has to be here."
You had to find it fast..before another country picked it up and well...read all your secrets!
You remember leaving it on the table just after the meeting, you came back after speaking with England, and it was gone.
"Hey (your name)!!!!" a voice echoed through the halls. That voice belonged to America. Maybe he knew where the book was.
"Hey America!" you shouted happily back. Being nice was kay to solving things like this. "I seemed to have misplaced my book..do you know where it is?"
Surviving the Apocalypse (JapanXReader)“So here we are.” Ludwig sighed, gazing around the room filled to the brink with people. Feliciano was being shouted at by his brother as Antonio tried to calm Lovino down. Kiku on the other hand was cowering underneath your duvet.Surviving the Apocalypse (JapanXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“C’mon Kiku, you know it’s not really going to happen right?” You said, gently patting the quivering form underneath your bedcovers. “How can you know that for certain?!” He replied, sitting up from his hiding place and looking at you incredulously.
“Because the end of the world has been predicted so many times before.” Ludwig interjected, leaning his elbows on his knees. “I don’t understand what all the fuss is about to be honest.” He muttered under his breath, slacking yet another sigh.
“Well if we do die, I want to die with you guys!” Feliciano said, getting away from Lovino and attacking you and Ludwig with a hug. “You too, fratello, Kiku!” Lovino
Tattoo Englandxreader"♪ Hey hey Daddy, could I have some rum?Tattoo Englandxreader3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Hey hey Mummy, hey hey mummy
It doesn't matter what I do, I never forget
The taste of pudding we had long ago in my head!
Draw a circle, that's the earth.
Draw a circle, that's the earth
Draw a circle, that's the...♪ Hey!" I whined, annoyed someone had pulled out my earphones.
"W-what are you listening to?!" demanded a familiar British voice. I smirked.
"Why, I'm listening to you, Artie." I responded coyly.
His face turned bright red. He's so easy to rile up! I thought.
"W-well knock it off!" he told me, clearly getting more flustered.
"Awww, but why?" I pouted.
"Because it's embarrassing! You of all people should know what it's like to have embarrassing stuff of you on YouTube."
Heheh... Why haven't I taken that stuff down? I shook my head.
"T-that's different! You're actually really good!"
Cue England's face reaching tomato red coloring.
"Y-you really think so?"
"Yeah man! You could be on like, X-factor or Britain's g
Meinen Lieblingsbruder (GermanyxReaderxPrussia)Meinen LeiblingsbrüderMeinen Lieblingsbruder (GermanyxReaderxPrussia)3 years ago in Humor More Like This
You burst through the door of your brothers' home with a loud call of their names. You had been offered an opportunity to be housed in an American home across the Atlantic Ocean and had gladly gone for the two month experience, but by the time you got off the plane, all you wanted was to see your brothers.
"Gilbert! Ludwig!" you shouted, throwing your bags in the doorway and standing with your arms spread wide. "Wo seit ihr?" [Where are you?]
You could hear a crash, followed by the running footsteps of your older brother. The scrawny 21-year-old stared at you with wide red eyes and a bright grin. "(F/n)!" he shouted back at you, nearly flying through the hall to crash into your embrace.
The younger brother, Ludwig, calmly made his way to the hall entrance from his office. "Hallo, (F/n)." [Hello]
"Tag!" [Hi] you smiled up at him. Still propping Gilbert up as he clung to you, you stumbled over to your more mature brother, who tightly f
Summer Memories- HetaliaxReader"Ohonhonhonhonhon~"Summer Memories- HetaliaxReader3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Your friends all jumped into the large, tiled swimming pool in your backyard as you watched from one of the deck chairs.
"Come on in, chica!" Antonio shouted, leaning against the pool wall and staring you down with his large green eyes. "The water's great…"
You shook your head furiously, "No way! It's much too comfy up here. Plus I don't have my swimsuit with me so…."
"Zhat's why zhere's such a zhing as skinny dipping!" called Francis before he was tackled by Alfred and disappeared under the water's surface.
"I said no." You put on your best serious face.
"But _____!" Alfred pouted, still holding Francis underwater, "We're gonna play football and we won't have even teams if you don't get in!"
"You could ask Arthur to play." You pointed out.
"But he's boring!" whined Francis, finally resurfacing.
"Hey!" shouted Arthur, looking from his book on the chair next to you, "I am not, Frog!"
"Oui… You are." Francis said seriousl
Hetalia x Reader- The BeachHetalia x Reader- The Beach3 years ago in Humor More Like This
(read description first please this story will have multiple ending so you pick who you end up with)
You adjusted the strap on your favorite bathing suit and looked in the mirror. (h/c) hair swept up into a high pony, (e/c) eyes with waterproof mascara, and your favorite (color) swimsuit on.
You were ready for the beach. Your friends had invited you out to the beach on their private island for the weekend and you had happily agreed. Why did they have a private beach you ask? Well because you were friends with the personifications of the countries.
And being countries they could get practically anything they wanted, including an island. OF course this island was off the map so no intruders would bother your little party. Another question has probably come to mind by now, how did i become friends with countries?
Good question, that would be because you are a country as well. The country of _______ in fact. The plane would leave in an hour and the airport was only thirty minutes away.
Anytime (AmericaXTomboy Reader)“C’mon, why the hell is he taking so long?” You muttered to yourself, blowing air from your blown-up cheeks. You’d agreed to go out with Alfred as he needed an honest opinion on some new clothes he wanted.Anytime (AmericaXTomboy Reader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
As you rather liked men’s clothes, the foureyes figured you were a perfect choice. Also if something didn’t suit him, you were blunt enough to tell him.
“Hey that guy looks cute, should we talk to him?” You glanced up when you saw a couple of girls hovering in your vicinity.
You sighed, ruffling your short hair. It wasn’t your fault people saw you as a boy, you supposed. You dressed in men’s clothes and acted like one. Though you didn’t really care anymore as you used to, now you’d found people who weren’t weirded out by you and your habits.
“Yo dude! Never fear as the hero is here!” Alfred jumped in front of you, striking a silly pose. You stared at him for a moment then burst out laughing.
America X Reader X Prussia C1America X Reader X Prussia C1America X Reader X Prussia C13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Type: Drama / Comedy / Fluff
Length: Medium- Long
Requested By: n/a (Art Trade)
Comments: I can't wait to do this~ I already have a storyline plotted out. Oh, and there are no choice chapters. Nyaaa~
I giggled and ran after the albino, my outstretched arm just falling short of his pale skin. He was fast, dammit.
I chased him around the yard, gaining speed with each step until I finally overtook him and tagged him it.
His head whipped around.
"Kesese, _____ , what did you call the awesome me?"
Cue the loud burst of laughter from the other side of the backyard. Alfred was doubled over, clutching his stomach and gasping for breath. I smirked and Gil pouted, obviously not amused.
"Actually.... let's not play this unawesome game." I tilted my head.
"You suggested it." He shrugged.
"If it's unawesome and you suggested it, you must be unawesome."
The albino gasped and clutched his heart.
"B-but ______!! Don't you know my
British Stereotypes..British Stereotypes..3 years ago in Humor More Like This
The blond haired english man looked towards his friend (your name), raising an eyebrow in the process.
"Yes (your name)?"
Without warning, the blond man's eyes widened as (your name) opened his mouth as if trying to seek some buried teasure. She peered into his mouth and stared at his teeth.
"You don't have bad teeth Arthur!"
"Bloody hell woman!?" Arthur turned red, realizing how close her mouth was to his, however the girl in front of him didn't care.
(Your name) pulled out a small notepad and paper and checked something off.
Arthur began to get curious.
"What's that (your name)..?" he asked as calmly as he could. He was beginning to get worried of what she was planning.
"A list." she mumbled, not paying much attention to her british friend.
She looked up at him, her (e/c) eyes shining.
"I'm trying to see if the british stereotypes are real!" she sounded so happy about it.
Arthur didn't like it one bit, but before he could ask, she was blurting out questions.
Russian Stereotypes..Russian Stereotypes..3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"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 lit
RussiaxReader Hand gesturesI learned a valuable lesson today.RussiaxReader Hand gestures3 years ago in Humor More Like This
I was hanging out with my good friend, Ivan. A lot of people say very nasty things about him; like he's psycho, he'll kill you, stay away from him if you want to live. Stuff like that. And for the life of me I couldn't understand why.
But you see how I used the past tense? That's not a grammatical mistake. I'm in honors English; I know better than that. Which means I learned exactly what they were talking about.
You see, I made the mistake of giving Ivan a thumbs up. I can't remember why, and honestly, who cares, right? It's an innocent gesture which to me, signifies approval.
But not to Ivan.
Suddenly, -And this really happened, I shit you not. You may think I'm exaggerating, but I'm dead serious- he wads surrounded by a dark purple aura. His man-child smile so became malicious Shion Sonozaki would wet herself... again. And he approached me ever so slowly.
All those not so bad -endearing, even- qualities I noted about him became disadvanta
Just Go For It: Teacher!Hetalia x Student!ReaderYou were walking down the hall, gulping slightly. The school's counsellor called you to see her at her office and you weren't sure if it spelled good news or bad news. People thought she was crazy and occasionally bipolar, but you weren't sure whether they were true or not. After all, you never met her in person and the students at school pretty much loved creating a bunch of mumbo jumbo to spread around. It only happens 25% of the time, but on occasion one of the rumors turns out to be true. Hopefully, this was part of the 75% of the cases of rumors.Just Go For It: Teacher!Hetalia x Student!Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When you finally got to the door, you let out a nervous sigh and knocked gently on the door.
"Come in!" said the counsellor. You opened the door and looked at the surroundings. There wasn't anything special, just a room with peach-coloured walls, a bunch of book-stacked shelves, and a desk with a brunette sitting at it with a smile on her face.
"Oh, hello (_y/n_)!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. You smiled politely at her and
Romano x Reader - InsomniaRomano x Reader – InsomniaRomano x Reader - Insomnia3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was a bit of a predicament at the moment. First things first, you had gone to visit Antonio with Lovino. With all of the travel you had just done and the harsh work you had been doing at your two jobs – one as a secretary for a big business and one as a graveyard shift guard for a bank – you were exhausted. Who wouldn’t be in that situation?
The next problem wasn’t quite so simple. Antonio had about five bedrooms. Normally it wouldn’t be a problem, but he also had his two friends Gilbert and Francis over and Feliciano had tagged along with you and Lovino. To count it out: One bedroom for Antonio, one for Lovino and Feliciano, one for Gilbert, one for Francis, and one for you.
Unfortunately, Antonio forgot he was having that many people over at once and had one of the bedrooms torn apart. There was a spare bed in one of the rooms, but it was so old that the springs of the mattress were broken and uncomfortable.
Connection- CanadaxReaderMatthew and I have one of those connections.Connection- CanadaxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I'm not sure why; I guess it's because we're both so shy and so we don't say much.
It's alright though; between the two of us, we don't need to say much. We just kind of look at each other and know what the other is thinking.
So we have a lot of conversations that I guess someone on the outside would call telepathic. It's not accurate, but it's the best way I could describe it.
One day, Matthew came over to my house and saw me surfing the web.
"Hey, _______. What are you looking up?" he asked.
No telepathy yet, but give it a sec.
"The northern lights." I told him simply.
Still not there.
"Oh." he replied.
"Yeah. You know, one time I actually saw them from my own house. I could only see green, but it was such a beautiful, rare experience that I never forgot it."
Almost there people. Be patient.
He smiled. "That sounds really nice." he told me. So what you're saying is you'd like to see it again.
I smiled back. "Yeah."
You're no gentleman- Englandxreader commision"You idiot! Why can't you be more gentlemanly?!" England yelled at America.You're no gentleman- Englandxreader commision3 years ago in Romance More Like This
______ rolled her eyes. Here we go again, she lamented. Why did England have to be so anal? Sure, America was ... immature at times, but that's what made him! Geez, you'd think he'd realize that already; he raised him, after all.
Besides, ______ had never seen this gentleman side England was so proud of. The whole time she'd known him, he'd never done a single gentlemanly thing. And that pissed her off more.
"Dude, chill." America chuckled, anime sweat on his head.
"I will not 'chill'!" England fumed. "I raised you better than that! You need to grow up or the other countries will never warm up to you!"
"I raised you better than that." _______ mimicked under her breath. England's ears perked up.
"DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY, MADAM?!" He exploded.
Ooh, this will be fun.
"Yeah, I do." she simply stated, rather humorously compared to England's outburst.
"Go on, then!"
"Honestly, I think you're a hypocrite
Polite Thanks: Part 1 (EnglandxReader)Polite Thanks: Part 1Polite Thanks: Part 1 (EnglandxReader)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Request for GingerAlchemist
Arthur sighed and slumped his chin against the heel of his hand. A small farmer and his family had waited in a line for most of the day and the previous night, just to ask the king if he could possibly lower his taxes. Like that could ever happen.
However, the current king was fair and just, so he didn't send the man off with guards at his heels. Instead, the bearded man leaned forward in his chair, danger twinkling in his eyes. "I will raise and lower the taxes as I feel fit. I would suggest now that you take your loved ones and leave. Thank you."
Still shaking, the farmer sadly turned from the king and made his way back to his family, tired head lowered and once strong shoulders hunched under the power of his king. Just as the meager looking family had left through the heavy wooden doors, one of them came running back.
The prince's head perked up as he recognized the girl as the eldest of the children. Her
HetaliaxReader: Waving Flag IntroHetaliaxReader: Waving Flag Intro3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Let the world conference convine! Solving all of todays problems by talking excessively! No matter how hard it seems, we can fix anything with enough meetings and photo ops. Feel free to speak honestly while protecting your chances for re-election!" America beamed, raising his hand into a fist clench.
No matter how many world meetings you attended, it always started out with America blurting out the same opening each time, trying to convince everyone that if they could somehow get a giant, geneticly altered superhero to protect the earth from global warming enslaving humanity, they'ed be set. Of course, someone like England or France always had to disagree, causing a huge chain reaction of chaos. You had always sat there next to Italy, trying not to snap. And then there was Germany. You had self control- and so did he- but he was usually the first one to lash out at everyone. He was the type of guy that could get them in line in less than a minute or so.
Sighing, you set your head in