A Strained AnniversaryA Strained Anniversary: Or, a Story from the Great War. told through the Nations' EyesA Strained Anniversary3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Along the Italian Front. 1917.
Austria was tired. Tired of the seemingly endless shelling that could be heard this so far from the front. Of the bloodshed on and off the battlefield, more of his proud soldiers shattered with each passing day. Even now, his grey officer's field uniform still smelled of gunpowder, grime and God knows what else. And yet if not for the constant noise, it looked so much like an otherwise fine, cloudless day. Especially considering what date it is, he added wearily while going through the map laid down before him. Why did it have to come at such a wrong time?
In all honesty, he didn't really need the map to know that the Empire had just suffered a costly setback in the Isonzo. Despite managing to push the Italians back, their sheer tenacity and persistence of those Italians still shocked him. That they would throw themselves all for small sl
A Quiet AnniversaryA Quiet Anniversary: Or, a Story from the Days of Empire, told through the Nations' EyesA Quiet Anniversary3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Outskirts of Linz, Austro-Hungarian Empire. 1892.
Most respectable women would have found the notion of swordsmanship, let alone wielding a sword as a morning exercise to be unbecoming of their stature. Then again, Hungary mused as she parried nimbly against her sparring partner in a field shirt and trousers, being a proper lady never really appealed to her. It also helped that unlike most gentlemen, her husband not only consented to such moments but willingly chose to join the Nation in them.
Most of the time, the Nation added with a playful smile as she blocked another attempted blow, the blade in her hand flowing naturally with her movement. Still, it did feel odd how Austria seemed more eager than usual, given that they were still fresh from a trip from Vienna the night before. Or how the man was quick in suggesting the field facing his newly built summer house, the
A Yuletide Waltz: An Austro-Hungarian ChristmasA Yuletide Waltz: An Austro-Hungarian Christmas10 months ago in Historical More Like This
A Yuletide Waltz: A Christmas Tale of Nations Told Through an Austrian and Hungarian's Eyes.
Outskirts of Vienna, Republic of Austria. 2014.
Roderich Edelstein groaned as he finished his cup of coffee, frowning ever so slightly as he looked at his reflection in an old mirror. With his cravat, dress shirt, walking trousers and dark shoes, his appearance was one that few of his own people would even consider wearing in this day and age. Outside of formalities, at least, the embodiment of Austria nodded quietly to himself while fixing his brown hair and the protruding Mariazell.
Though if he were more frank, his thoughts were on a half-remembered dream, a snow-covered memory over 100 years old. Wistful shades of a Christmas ball from an age of Emperors and Kings now consigned to history, perhaps the last one before it all began tumbling down.
A wintry waltz, alone. With her. The Nation sighed. It seemed almost miraculous that after the War to End All Wars and i
A Forgotten AnniversaryA Forgotten Anniversary: Or, a Story in the Cold War through the Nations' Eyes.A Forgotten Anniversary3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Somewhere near Sopron. 1967.
The morning was still young, if rather cloudy when a small house finally came into view. Thankfully, there were no patrols, guard dogs or searchlights anywhere in sight. In most other circumstances, Austria would have found the effort of getting out here, let alone slipping through the Iron Curtain unseen much more than a mere inconvenience. Still, he thought. This must be worth it. Today was, after all, the 8th of June. Has it been that long since the Ausgleich?
The day had been planned in advance for some time now, the Nation knew as he turned towards the cottage. But whether it was over radio, personal telephone lines or even handwritten notes, everything had to be done in utmost secrecy. Granted, it helped that his aide managed to keep the authorities in Wien off his schedule. Or that I've gotten them off my trail. He allowed himself
AusHun- Making MusicAusHun- Making Music3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
AusHun- Making Music
Hungary could hear the beautiful melody coming from the piano echo throughout the grand estate of the personification of Austria. It permeated through each room, making the elegant aura of the home enhance tenfold. The maid of the Austrian smiled to herself hearing her crush play his beloved piano so beautifully and effortlessly. It made her wonder how he had gotten so musically gifted. Walking up the giant marble staircase, carefully balancing the tea tray she held in her hands, she headed towards Rodriech's music room. The delightful sound became louder as she got closer to the closed double doors that withheld the musical genius and his most loved instrument. Opening and closing the door behind her, as not to disturb nor scare the Austrian man whom she loved so dearly, she stood for a moment, listening and waiting until he finished.
Austria was so into the music, he did not hear Elizaveta come in and continued to play the beautiful piece. Concentrating, he made
Nyo!AmericaXMale!Reader Saving the Slave Chapter 4Nyo!AmericaXMale!Reader Saving the Slave Chapter 42 years ago in Romance More Like This
Amelia stopped mumbling to herself after a while and finally decided hesitantly to go to sleep. She didn’t know how long she was actually asleep before she was woken up by strange sounds coming from outside the bedroom window.
The noises instantly shook Amelia from her slumber and she turned over in bed to see outside the window at what could be making all that noise. She sat up from the bed slightly, catching a glimpse of three shadow figures standing outside the window. The figures were trying to unlock the window from outside to get inside the house.
Amelia gasped and tried to sneak out of the bed as quietly as she could so she could run to (Name) and tell him about the men outside the window. She got up a little too late, for the men had already unlocked the window and were starting to climb into the room. Amelia got a good look at the men’s faces. They all belonged to her previous captors that (Name) had saved her from not too long ago. How had they escaped from prison
2P!EnglandxReader Friendly Neighborhood Murderer 82P!EnglandxReader Friendly Neighborhood Murderer 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His words gave you the uncomfortable feeling that he was planning to kill you again. You leaned back in your chair, thoughtful, while Ollie handed you a cup of tea while he hummed.
“Oh, by the way, I still get Berlitz for the day, I need him for something,” Ollie remarked, sitting down in front of you.
“For what?” You raised an eyebrow. “You know just as well as I do that he starts growling and snapping at you when you’re in ‘that’ mood.”
“Do I now?” He looked surprised. “What mood is that?”
You stared at him. “You seriously don’t notice? When you have malicious intentions, or something along that line, Berlitz goes crazy. Dogs can sense that. That’s why I agreed to stay with you.” You folded your arms. “After all, who’d be crazy enough to live with the infamous Jack the Ripper, otherwise?”
“Infamous? I don’t know about that,” Ollie giggled, leaning
The Lost Episode - Italy+ReaderIn which the forth wall has long since been demolished, and the reader lives together with her nation friends in the Beautiful World apartment complex.The Lost Episode - Italy+Reader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warning - This fic is rather dialogue-heavy. Don’t like that? Don’t read.
You jumped in your seat, slamming your laptop shut in shock. You could hear the sound of a door slamming, and the heavy, rushed footsteps of an obviously distressed person heading in the general direction of your apartment door.
You watched with wide, nervous eyes as said door slammed open, revealing the frantic visage of your neighbor and good friend, Feliciano “Italy” Vargas.
He rushed forward, slamming your door shut behind him and diving under your coffee table. You jerked when you felt him bury his face in your lower stomach and wrap his arms around your waist.
“Wait. Italy. What.” You reached down an
Crazy Canadian Laws ReaderXCanada ~Crack~This was after I posted this but the law doesn't say where but I believe it's talking about public pools. So sorry for the confusion.Crazy Canadian Laws ReaderXCanada ~Crack~3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You quickly wen to the jail houseto see your friend sitting on a chair while Cuba was behind bars.
"Damn you America!"Cuba yelled as you pulled him up and left the jail.
"I'm so sorry this happened are you ok?"you asked examining the bandage on his cheek and arms.
"Yeah, it's alright."he said smilig at you.
"I'm just glad your ok."you said as you grabbed his hand.
He blushed alittle but smiled happily at you as you both walked into the tain station. You both boarded the train and sat down as you cooed over how cute the little Canaidian was.
"Please stop [Name], you embarresing me."he said using his hat to hide his face.
"Aww but I can't help it!"you said as you hugged him.
"Oh!"you said as you noticed one of his bandages were falling off.
"Here let me help you with that."you said before quickly ta
Vatti Loves Me!- Parent!GermanyXLittle!ReaderVatti Loves Me!- Parent!GermanyXLittle!Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Author’s note- You’re like about 10 years old and I know only some basic German words so Mr.Google translate some words for me. Enjoy~!
One day a cute young girl named ______ with (e/c) and (h/c) was sitting on a bench near to her school gate while waiting someone. And by the looks of her crumpled school uniform she was wearing she must been waiting that person for hours.
______ sighed and took a glance around herself when she saw 3 young men an Englishman, a Romanian and a Norwegian. All of them were wearing silky cloaks; green, red and blue respectively. The men notice her and went nearer to her. They didn’t seem to have the strength to do what the villains do so young _____ just simply stare at them. Heck if they trying to do something bad at _____ the school guard house was just 6 feet away.
“Well good afternoon Love. What’s your name and why are you all alone?” The Englishman asked.
“I’m ______ and I-I’m waiting for my Vatti,
Latvia x Reader - How to Deal with RussiaP.S. You are the younger sister of Russia, Belarus and UkraineLatvia x Reader - How to Deal with Russia3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I'm back!" you called out, opening the front door of the house. You had just left a while ago to buy some food, so you left those on the counter before heading to the living room, where you had heard the sounds of knives.
Sure enough, when you looked in, there was Belarus polishing her knife collection.
"Hi Belarus-nee!" you said cheerfully. Belarus gave you a small nod to show her acknowledgement, and went back to her polishing.
"Hey Belarus-nee, do you know where Russia-nii and Latvia are?" you asked, looking around.
"In Big brother's office." she replied curtly.
Well that couldn't be good. Giving her a quick thanks, you rushed up the stairs and entered Russia's office, revealing Russia stretching Latvia again.
"Russia-nii! Stop it!" you cried, somehow managing to get Latvia out of Russia's grasp.
"Aw, but (Name)…we were just having
PrussiaxReader- Blind Date"So…"PrussiaxReader- Blind Date3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You swirled the straw in your drink around awkwardly, watching the albino German across the table from you fidget with his shirt collar, grinning awkwardly.
"You're an engineer, huh? That's cool…" Your gaze flicked to your watch. 8:05. Only ten minutes left…
Gilbert shrugged, "I guess…" He looked at his phone. 8:06. 'Nine minutes to go… It would be so much better if she let me touch her boobs…' Gil thought, irritated.
"Well, uh…" you trailed off, not sure what to say next. 'This would be so much nicer if he would cuddle with me…' you thought sadly.
Gil looked at your glass, "Are you done with your drink?"
You nodded, "Yeah. And are you ready to go?"
"Ja. Let's get out of here, Frau." Gilbert pushed his chair back with an awful screech.
You flagged down a waiter for the bill and looked over at Gil but he seemed in no hurry to pay so you took out your wallet, handing your credit card over and giving the German your famous death stare.
"I uh… left my vallet at home." He trie
APH | The Diary Of A Girl [England x Reader]APH | The Diary Of A Girl [England x Reader]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Diary of A Girl
a England x Reader insert
My name is _____ _____. Mummy just bought this really pretty notebook she calls a diary. Me and my brother Arthur both has one because Mummy and Daddy bought us both. Today, me and my brother went to the park and we had ice cream. I am 5 years old while brother is 14. I rely on him and I depend on him because I love him! We always go to this park every Saturday and we have lots of fun together!
Mummy and I went to the mall today to buy a gift for big brother Arthur! He doesn't know yet because I didn't tell him. Daddy stayed at home to keep him from going out for a while. I hope they are doing okay at home right now. Me and Mummy bought the perfect gift! Brother said he'd always wanted a guitar so we got him one. Mummy says that it's better to buy cheap items. She told me that cheap means it doesn't cost that much. Oh, and I'm also 6 now! I had my birthday before brother did!
DarkAustriaXReader: Ghost OperaWalls so whiteDarkAustriaXReader: Ghost Opera1 year ago in Horror More Like This
Where your sorrows have a name
And day is dark as night
There’s no remorse and no redemption
Roderich Edelstein entered the theater without a sound. He padded through the lobby and sat at the front row of the balcony and looked down at the stage. He waited. He waited for what seemed like forever, until three more people, two men and a woman, made their way to a wooden table placed directly in front of the stage. He shifted on the red-cushioned chair and reclined against it. Finally, he thought. He had started to grow impatient.
“Auditions for Alessandro Stradella written by Friedrich von Flotow, day one,” the blonde woman announced. She scanned the clipboard she held in her hands. “Merlin Apted, you’re first.”
A pale-skinned man with choppy dark hair and equally dark eyes pushed his way through the crimson curtains and bowed. He was dressed semi-casually, as he
America x Reader TrolledYou were the kitchen fixing you and your boyfriend America, also known as Alfred, lunch. You just got started cooking when,America x Reader Trolled3 years ago in Settings More Like This
" ______! "
" Yes, Al?"
" I'm hungry! Is food ready yet?"
" Not yet sweety, I just started cooking and your going to have to wait."
" But I'm staaaarrrvinggg!" He moaned.
" Just be a little patient."
" But my stomach is about to cave in!"
" Please wait." you said trying to keep your own patience in tact.
A few minutes later
" Done yet?"
Few more minutes later he kept up with the "now's" and with you with the "no's". Until finally you patients ran out. So you decided to give him something.
" Oh, Alfred "
" Hm? Food ready?"
You handed him a piece of paper.
" A map..to the refrigerator."
All you can do was chuckle " You mad bro?"
" Oh, you little-!"
He chased you around the house.
Waiting for Him: Spain x Fem!RomanoWaiting for Him: Nyotalia x HetaliaWaiting for Him: Spain x Fem!Romano4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairings: Spain x Fem!Romano, eventual Germany x Fem!Italy and others.
Warning for Lovina's language.
I sat with my feet hanging from the dock. Back and forth, I watched my olive tinted legs swing on the old, worn wood. The teal ocean below me bobbed softly for once, mellow and quiet. Resting my head on my resting palm, I gazed at the rippling water. 'He will be gone soon, like he always has'
Like he always does.
My vision glazed over as I mindlessly stared at the water. Breathe, blink, and repeat, over and over. Maybe the ocean could wash all my feelings away. Maybe, just maybe. Then the water changed colors, revealing a new image. Him. I kicked my foot at the water, sending him away…But he didn't go. I turned my head up to meet his eyes. Kind, emerald and, sparkling but somehow a bit less than usual. I let out a soft breath and pulled my feet from the water, taking his outstretched hand. So
A Poem for Romano from Reader-chanA small poem for RomanoA Poem for Romano from Reader-chan3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your love of tomatoes
Maches that of Spain's
Though your ability to fight
Is the same as Iatly's
Your mouth is as foul as a dumpster
Yet it is because you were forgotten
I love you forever.
Hetalia Episode 23.5 (the musical)(Scene 1, Italy is playing in the ocean and Germany and Japan are sitting under a palm tree)Hetalia Episode 23.5 (the musical)2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Germany: this is terrible! If we don't find a way off this island or find something to eat soon we might as well die!
Japan: or the Allies will come and put us out of our misery, there's got to be something we can do, what about building a raft?
Germany: with what? We don't have any tools and the palm trees are way too thick to cut down with your katana
Japan: ok so getting off the island isn't an option at the moment so what we need is food, we must sacrifice Italy
Germany: Italy?! But we might still need him!
Japan: Need him? Please, Doitsu, that's demented.
(to the tune of "Mother Knows Best" from Tangled) This is why we never should have left
Dear, this whole war that you've started
Just proves he's too weak to be here
Why would we need him? Come on now - really!
Look at him - you think that he's worth it?
Don't be a dummy
Listen to me
Japan: No?! Oh. I see how
Best Family Ever! Bro!AmericaxReaderxBro!England“_____!!!”Best Family Ever! Bro!AmericaxReaderxBro!England3 years ago in Humor More Like This
A large figure tackles you right off the bed and onto the floor. You flail around as the large figure quickly spins around so that you fall on top, laughter filling your ears.
Once you’re out of your daze, you look up at the culprit very annoyed. “America! You almost gave me a heart attack! GEEZ.”
He laughs again. “Calm down, it’s not like you got hurt or anything! And plus, you wouldn’t wake up when I called your name.”
“Must’ve been having a nice dream if you couldn’t hear this twit’s voice.” England was standing at the door with his arms crossed. “I could hear him all the way from the kitchen! Now stop messing around and come eat breakfast before it gets cold.”
After England disappeared from view, both you and America shivered. As EVERYBODY knew, he definitely wasn't the best cook.
“Hey, wanna sneak out and get some McDonalds?” America grinned.
You gave him that
Filth (England x Reader)Somehow, and although the young beggar never quite understood how it could have come to be, it was effortless to recall the events in which she had come to be acquainted with a figure of such untainted, valued status and blood. Yet perhaps it was not all entirely an inconceivable matter, as the delicate happenings of grace were often difficult to lose mind of, nor was it something she wanted to pretend never existed in the first place, and thus throw away whatever lingering worth there remained.Filth (England x Reader)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was little to be said of mercy in the gutters, generally. There were not many possible words to accurately describe what horrors were witnessed, and what cruelty was so often delivered to her and those alike unfortunates who had no choice in the matter of the ways they would live, and the ways they would die.
It was a droning, painful existence.
He, on the other hand, always flawlessly looked the part of the clearly wealthy gentleman, his clothing fine and
2P!EnglandxReader Friendly Neighborhood Murderer142P!EnglandxReader Friendly Neighborhood Murderer143 years ago in Romance More Like This
You could only stare at the man, completely frozen in shock. He stood up, licking the blood off his fingers, and waltzed towards you with a childlike expression on his face.
“Did you miss me?” He repeated, reaching out to touch your face.
You flinched, and he pulled back, looking hurt. “What’s wrong, poppet?”
“Well, for starters, you just killed my mum,” You replied hoarsely, finding that you could move your jaw after all.
“When I got here, poppet,” He said softly, reaching out and pulling you towards him. You didn’t flinch away this time, much to his relief. “She was cursing your name and looking around so she could beat you. Do you really think I could let anybody get away with that?”
“Ollie,” You mumbled, “I’m not as defenseless as I was when I left. I’ve been leaving Berlitz at my friend’s house and constantly on the move. I only stay here for three hours for sleep.”
Thoughts Prussia X ReaderThoughts Prussia X Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Where is that idiot?" you grumbled while pushing your way through more bushes. The forest you were in was littered with thickets, and you were tired of them abusing your skin and clothes. Though there leaves were lush and soft, their branches proved unforgiving. The ceiling of leaves and branches above you proved favorable when compared to the bushes; it didn't hinder your progress and it was nice protection from the unrelenting summer sun. The musty smell of dirt, bark, and pine tantalized your nose, reminding you of your rambunctious childhood. You had to admit that the forest actually would be enjoyable were it not for the thick foliage and pesky insects.
The reason you were subjected to the forest was Germany. He had tipped you off that the previously mentioned idiot, Prussia, would be in it somewhere. He went on walks often - at least every other day to be precise - but he rarely stayed out for more than
APH: 7 Minutes in Heaven: AMERIPANAPH: 7 Minutes in Heaven: AMERIPAN3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
America reached in and started searching around. After a while he pulled his hand back out.
"Interesting! Japan you are up." America said as he held up an iron fan. Japan sighed and stood up and took his fan away from America. Then he tentatively reached into the box. After blindly searching around for a bit he grasped something that felt like a rectangular cloth. Curious he pulled it out and immediately put on a poker face.
The cloth was actually a tri-colored flag. But instead of being horizontally or vertically split it had thirteen red and white stripes. And on one of the top corners there was a blue square with fifty white stars on it.
"Alright! Looks like you chose the hero!" America shouted as he grabbed Japan and practically dragged him into the closet before closing the closet door behind him.
"Be careful Amerika-san," Japan spoke as the closet door closed. "I could have accidently cut you with the tessen."
"Huh? How could you have cut me with the fan?"
"It's made out of iron
Crazy English Laws ReaderXEngland ~Crack~ Part. 2You walked around London enjoying the sites when you decided to go into the House of Parlement and met up with your dear old friend, England.Crazy English Laws ReaderXEngland ~Crack~ Part. 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"HEY ENGLAND!"you yelled and waved wildly while bystanderds gave you strange looks.
"[Name], Stop it!"he yelled at you.
"Stop what?"you said smiling at him kindly.
"Oh, You know what!"he yelled.
You listened to him rant until he was interupted by a slurrrrrping sound.
"What the bloody hell was that-!"he started but looked up at you and saw a 'GULP' in your small hands.
"Hahaha! Chill England!"you laughed as you took a bite of your burger.
"Your being extremly unlady like!"he yelled but you just laugh at him.
"I think your over reacting-!"you said when a pickle got stuck in the back of your throat.
You instantly dropped your food and grasped your neck while making choaking noises.
"[N-Name]! This isn't funny!"England growled but soon relized you were actually choaking.
"Crap!"he said as he went behind you and gave you the