NOTE~~P.o.V has changed and will for the future ones~~
“Keeeeeese (your name), what are you looking at?” your Prussian friend Gilbert asked, glancing over your slumped shoulder to see you were on some random site.
“Just looking for something.” you replied back, resting your chin on your free hand while clicking around the site, hoping to find something decent.
Gilbert was still not convinced it was just 'something'. You never just 'walked into his house and used his computer for no reason' unless it was for something important.
Usually it was either something for homework, or your family was hogging the computer(s) in your house.
“Are you suree?~” he laughed, before pulling up a chair next to you with a big grin on his face.
“Som'zing you need to ask the awesome me?”
You rolled your eyes, however having to smile at the same time.
“Yes. If I can find any...” you slowly trailed off while scrolling down a specific site, cau
Chinese Stereotypes..Chinese Stereotypes..2 years ago in Humor More Like This
“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
Spanish Stereotypes..Spanish Stereotypes..2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"(Nameee)? You paying attention?"
You blinked a few times, to look straight into the green eyes of your Spanish friend Antonio. You gave him a reasuring smile, before slumping back in your seat.
If it wasn't obvious enough, you really liked him, and there was only one way you could really get to see him often..
"Do you really want to learn Spanish (Name)?"
You looked up at Antonio and nodded.
He sighed though, not sounding very amused.
You felt your ears begin to heat up, at the thoughts running through your mind.
The reason for being so distracted, was because of a certain someone's behind.
That's right, once your Spanish friend turned his back towards to write on the chalkboard, your eyes focused right towards his buttoks. The rumors you heard were true, Antonio really did have a nice ass.
He never did seem like the stereotypes you found online. But, you still wanted to ask anyway.
"Okay (name) translate-"
"Can I ask you a few questions?" you asked while raisi
Japanese Stereotypes..Japanese Stereotypes..2 years ago in Humor More Like This
“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 p
Russian Stereotypes..Russian Stereotypes..2 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
Icelandic Stereotypes..Icelandic Stereotypes..2 years ago in Humor More Like This
“(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,
Italian Stereotypes..Italian Stereotypes..2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"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'
French Stereotypes..French Stereotypes..2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"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 pr
Canadian Stereotypes..Canadian Stereotypes..2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"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.
"Uh...no (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?
American Stereotypes..American Stereotypes..2 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?"
Swedish Stereotypes..Swedish Stereotypes..2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"(Name), I wouldn't try it." your Danish friend Matias laughed, while chugging down the last bit of beer in his mug. "He doesn't care."
"Of course he will!" you protested, clicking to the site you were looking at before.
Matias just laughed again, and continued his way into the kitchen in hopes of finding more beer to survive off of.
"He will listen.." you mumble to yourself, scrolling down the page to find different 'Swedish Stereotypes'.
It was or maybe would be the only way to get his attention. You tried before, but it never seemed to work. You'd ask him some questions and maybe have a chance at finally talking to the quiet man.
"Oh Berwald!" you called over, seeing him step in the doorway with Tino and Lukas. "Do you have any time?"
He only nodded his head and grunted, giving you the impression he didn't really care. Biting you lip, you wondered if Matias was right.
"Where's the idiot?" Lukas asked, holding two brown bags mostly filled with beer inside. Probably for Matias.
Norwegian Stereotypes..Norwegian Stereotypes..2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"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 m
German Stereotypes..German Stereotypes..2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"(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 d
Scottish Stereotypes..Scottish Stereotypes..2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Alistair Kirkland, let out a huge breath of smoke, as he peered down over the couch arm to see his friend (your name) flipping open a laptop screen.
“What are ye doin'?” he asked, his thick accent made her want to swoon.
“I want to ask you some questions.” she answered, hoping her friend would agree instead of finding a bypass to avoid it.
“Fine then.” he grumbled. “But be quick.”
By then, (your name) was already on the apparent 'site' and began to scroll down the page.
“Is is true that Scottish are all gingers?”
Alistair looked to the top of his head to see a little glimpse of his red hair. He already knew he had RED hair, but the question (your name) just said sounded dumb.
“No lass. Not all Scottish are...'gingers'.”
(Your name) gave him a cute smiled, before continuing down the page. Alistair, however still didn't get the idea.
“All Scottish people eat haggis?”
“No (your name).” Alistair
British Stereotypes..British Stereotypes..2 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.
South Italian Stereotypes...South Italian Stereotypes...2 years ago in Humor More Like This
To say your friend Lovino can get easily angered was an understatement. He'd never admit he was wrong, even if the whole party knew it was his fault.
At least he was nice towards you-and usually just women in general. However as you flipped open your notepad-to reveal your list of 'questions' you were going to ask him-you couldn't help but feel that it was going to end badly.
It was tough to find the few questions you had, but it was definetly worth it. Knocking on Lovino's door, he opened it with a wide mouth like he was expecting someone he didn't like.
"Oh..it is you (Name)." he mumbled, crossing his arms. "You may come in."
"Thanks." you smiled and poked his nose, not watching him blush and rub it as you walked in.
"S-so..why are you here anyway?" he asked, his arms still crossed and his foot tapping like he hadn't much time and needed to be somewhere.
"I have some things I'd like to ask you."
"Pfft. Why?" he asked, not even giving you a chance to state what 'kind' of questions.
Lithuanian Stereotypes...Lithuanian Stereotypes...2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Visiting Toris was usually exciting. It was the same today, however you had an idea that would make things a lot more...interesting.
Since he was such a kind person, and so easy to get along with it wasn't a problem to ask to use his computer. You didn't have to use the computer, however you forgot most of the stereotypes you found online. That's right. Stereotypes.
You wanted to know how the actual country felt about being stereotyped, and at first you didn't even know if Lithuania even had any. But it did.
You clicked on the site you had found before, and coughed a few times to get your friend's attention.
"I have a few questions for you.." you replied calmly, watching Toris rise from his seat and scoot behind you.
"Like what?" he asked, his warm breath hitting your neck a little.
You cleared your throat and read aloud:
"Is Lithuania a basketball country?"
There was a moment of silence, while Toris blinked trying to figure out the whole significance of the question.
Belarusian Stereotypes..Belarusian Stereotypes..2 years ago in Romance More Like This
A light shiver made it's way down your spine, as you felt someone's cold eyes peircing through your skin straight into your heart. Of course, there was only one person who could do that to you, and that was Natalia. She was...quite..different..in a few ways. Like she was always begging and trying to force Ivan into marrying her. Apparently she liked knives aswell, but in all honesty you didn't seem to care. You were utterly attracted to her, but that didn't mean she still didn't scare you.
"H-hi Natalia." you whimpered slowly, seeing her glare at you, as if she were about to just pounce at any second.
"Hello." her accent made you swoon. "What are you doing?"
The thoughts of her beautiful accent disappeared when she came closer, as your breath began to quicken. As she looked over your shoulder you gulped.
"Can I ask you some questions?" you ask quietly, hoping she wouldn't take it the wrong way. Heck, you just hoped she wouldn't kill you.
"Hmm, sure I guess." she sounded a little calmer
Hetalia PrussiaxReader - Stuck In a BoxHetalia PrussiaxReader - Stuck In a Box2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I turned my head to see my boyfriend, Gilbert Beilschmidt. He was running toward me with his arms flailing in the air.
"What is it, Gil?" I asked.
"Gilbird's gone missing!" he said, panicked.
"Oh, no! Do you want me to help you look for him?" If it were anyone else's pet, I wouldn't have bothered. But it was Gilbird, and he was just so cute that I had to find him-- and he was my boyfriend's bird, after all.
Gil nodded. "Ja, thanks."
So we looked. And looked. And looked. We looked all through Gil's and Ludwig's house and property, but there was no sign of the little bird. After about an hour of searching, Francis and Antonio came bursting through the front door.
"Hola, mis amigos!" shouted the Spaniard.
"Bonjour, our Prussian friend!"
I straightened up from looking under the couch to look at the duo. "Hey, guys. Now might not be a good time to hang out with Gil. Gilbird's missing."
Francis put his hand to his mouth. "Mon Dieu! That's horrible!"
"Anything we can do?" aske
Finnish Stereotypes...Finnish Stereotypes...1 year ago in Romance More Like This
It had been weeks since you visited your friend Tino, and since Berwald was technically 'away' for a few days, now would be the perfect to see him alone.
And you had some..things you wanted to show him.
And if Berwald were there things could get...awkward. So it was best he wasn't there.
You stumbled onto the Finnish man's doorway and knocked softly.
Not a moment to soon, he opened the door with a signature smile, the usual smile he had around you.
"Ahh (Name) your here!" he said brightly allowing you inside. "I've missed you!"
"Me too." you smiled back, watching him fumble a little with his necktie and watch you sit down in the living room. The black book in your hands made his brow raise.
You giggled a little.
"Nothing important. But come, sit, I want to ask you a few things."
Without hesitation, he sat down, and waiting for you to begin.
You cleared your throat, and opened the book and gave him a little glance. His expression was completely normal, although he had a l
Prussia x Reader - The Oversized Shirt Problem "Gilbert?" you poked your head around the corner into the living room to see your Prussian boyfriend playing Super Smash Bros on the Wii.Prussia x Reader - The Oversized Shirt Problem2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ja, _______?" he asked as he moved along with his characters movements on the screen.
You narrowed your eyes, "Did you do the laundry by any chance?"
"Ja, ja. Don't vorry about it. I'll do it later."
"So you haven't done it?" you rubbed the bridge of your nose.
Gilbert paused the game and looked at you lazily with his ruby eyes, "Nein."
"Gilbert!" you threw your hands up in aggrivation. "You were supposed to do the laundry this morning! My favorite blouse was in there!" You huffed, "I was going to wear it for our dinner date tonight."
The Prussian's face whitened. He jumped up and wrapped his arms around you, giving you his best "Oh shit I've done something wrong but I'll be hot and make up for it" face, "You don't need zhat stupid, unawesome blouse!"
You raised an eyebrow, "Gilbert Beilsc
I'm Still HereI'm Still Here2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hey Gilbert?" You asked as you quietly pushed open his bedroom door.
You saw his peaceful sleeping figure, his silver toned hair messed up from tossing and turning the previous night, Gilbird noticed your presence and chirped his way over to you, snuggling in the crook of your neck.
"Hello there Gilbird, how are you?" You giggled, as the bird chirped his pleasant tune. "Gilbert." You quietly said approaching the sleeping albino. "Gilbert!" You yelled into his ear jolting him awake.
"____! Vhy vould you disturb mein awesome dream!" He yelled angrily as you fell to the floor laughing. "Ist's not funny!"
"Yes it is." You laughed. "My apologies your royal awesomeness."
"That's better." He smiled proudly.
"Hey I got you to smile!" You pointed out getting off the floor and sitting on the edge of Gilbert's bed.
"Yeah, I guess you did." He stated solemnly.
"How are you feeling?" You asked sadly looking into Gilbert's red ruby eyes.
"Vell, as usual awesome! But ist feel that somezing is missin
Glasses [Prussia x Reader]“Gil, I’m home!” I called out to my boyfriend after a long day of work.Glasses [Prussia x Reader]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“What happened to ‘mein awesome boyfriend Gil’?” He yelled back. I tried not to laugh and sighed. Full of himself as always. But that’s why I loved the guy.
I stood in the hallway before heading into the living room.
“So how messy is the living room this time? Have any wild parties with Antonio and Francis?” I was referring to Gilbert’s best friends. Together, they were known as the Bad Touch Trio. For very good reasons.
“Very funny frau, but those two didn’t come over today. Yet.”
I casually strolled out into the living room. What I saw pretty much startled me. Gilbert Beilschmidt was reading a book. And not just any book. It was one of my romance novels….
“You’re reading?” I asked carefully.
“No, I’m just casually relaxing with this book here.” He replied sarcasticall
PrussiaxReader: Backfired GloatingPrussiaxReader: Backfired Gloating2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I wouldn't bother confessing __________," Eliza told you.
"He just doesn't like you that way, I'm sorry."
"Whatever Eliza," you said preoccupied with the letter you were writing to that special someone.
"I asked," she piped up again.
You groaned as she continued to sneakily insult you.
"___________!" a voice from the front door called. "I'm back!"
Your face turned red, he was here. Now was your chance. But you were too late and Eliza answered the door and started to flirt with him. "Hey Gilly."
The albino gentleman walked into your kitchen were you sat. Quickly you hit your letter to him, "Hey Gil. What's up?"
"Nothing much, you?"
Eliza bounced into the room, "__________ is writing a love note."
Your face turned red, "Eliza!"
Gilbert turned slightly pale although you didn't notice.
"Yup, but I told her it wasn't worth it," she continued, "I mean it's not like the boy she likes would ever like her back, I mean-."
"Shut up Eliza!" Gilbert snapped. "__________ is pretty, and
Prussia x Reader: I'm With Awesome!"Looks like you lost, ______~ Time to pay up, like you said you vould! Kesesesese~!"Prussia x Reader: I'm With Awesome!2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You groaned, slamming your head down onto the table. Talk about humiliating- you had actually gone up against Gilbert, your class's rambunctious German student, in a series of dares to see who was the more "awesome". Gil was well convinced of his own "awesomeness" and insisted on ranting and raving about it on a daily basis. You had finally gotten sick of it (despite how cute you secretly thought he was, he had a tendency to annoy the heck out of you) and declared a contest to settle the dispute once and for all. Was Gilbert Beilschmidt really the most awesome person, or was ______?!
Apparently, it wasn't you.
You were already trying to block your failure out of your traumatized mind, burrowing your face into your arms and trying to ignore the incessant, annoying laughter of the German hovering above you. It hadn't even been a fair contest- the final round had all depended on winning the love of a chic