URGANT! NEW SERIES!So I got this idea while derping around on youtube, and was wondering if you dudes would want to read any of this if I did decide to write it..
What Hetalia listens to on their iPods.
You were probably expecting something more amazing, am I right? :iconUS-XDplz: But either way. Leave a comment if you want me to start writing this, and if more than ten people want to read something like this, then I'll start on it as soon as I can~ I already have a few ideas, so it shouldn't take that long.
I think that's about it for now. Stay awesome, bros~ :iconpewdiebrofistplz:
Depressed!Romano x Reader- Whiskey LullabyDepressed!Romano x Reader- Whiskey Lullaby1 year ago in Romance More Like This
He had kept all your letters.
The normal, almost automatic like thing people would usually do when they receive letters is to read them once, or skim them over again just to make sure that they had read it entirely right, quickly soaking in the words that had been written or typed by a loved one or friend. Even a bill of some sort would be quickly read through and paid in no time, leaving the white strip to be tossed into a nearby trash can- And the only time people would usually send letters is to wish someone a happy birthday, or to congratulate the person on some life accomplishment or simple goal that they were aiming to achieve, like finally bearing a child or graduating from high school and entering the college of their dreams. Simple letters had been getting scarcer the more technology through the ages has progressed into a world wide fenominom, leaving pieces of paper with conversations people would treasure and hold near to them to diminish little by little. It was on
Popular!EnglandxBullied!Reader- Are You Happy NowPopular!EnglandxBullied!Reader- Are You Happy Now2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She stood out in the crowd, was a little too loud
But that's why we love her
She's not like other girls
She could have conquered the world
Until you broke her down.
You sat hunched in your desk, your (h/c) hair hanging in your face as you wrote on the white slip of paper your world history teacher, Mr. (Teacher's Name) had handed out to everyone in the room not ten minutes earlier. The class period was almost over, and yet you were one question away from finishing that nights homework. Smiling silently to yourself, you read over the next question that was written on the slip.
Who were the Ottomans? You read the question inside your head, putting the tip of your pencil to your mouth, squinting your eyes slightly. Smirking, you jotted down your answer on the line below it.
The Ottoman Empire lasted from 1299 to 1923 as one of the largest and longest-lasting empires in history. It's capital city was Constantinople (present-day Istanbul, Turkey
Child!PrussiaxReaderxChild!Germany- Mothers DayChild!PrussiaxReaderxChild!Germany- Mothers Day2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The all too familiar words that had come from your energetic children's lips echoed down the hall, making its way into the bedroom you had currently been residing. Not moments before had you been engulfed in a rather peacefull slumber, dreaming of the husband you had wished could be with you at this very moment, arms wrapped tightly and securely around your waist as if to tell you that you were free from any danger; that nothing in the world could harm you. Unfortunately, the only thing you were greeted to when you opened your tired, (e/c) hued orbs was the numb feeling that the empty, desolate space beside you brought. Though this is what you were greeted to everytime you woke up each morning, when you had decided that you needed a well deserved nap, or when you dragged your exhausted carcass to bed each night, it still brought you the same abandoned, bare feeling it always had. The emptyness you usually felt, however, had usually been filled to the brim by the sheer p
Dad!America x Child!Reader- Playing PrincessDad!America x Child!Reader- Playing Princess2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"______, could you please take the princess outfit off for daddy? The royal dress seems to have spaghetti and peanut butter stains all over it, and is in dire need for a wash.." Alfred attempted to coax the little six year old into taking her light pink and purple dress off and put on some regular clothes, or at least until he had enough time to put it into the washing machine and get it clean. She had been wearing the outfit for who knows how long, and was about as stubborn as a mule about taking it off. The child believed she had been a princess from a far away land, and she couldn't rule the kingdom without the proper attire. When he had tried to get her to wear one of the frilled sundresses that he had bought her not a week earlier, she still didn't budge, though they hadn't looked that different in comparison.
"But the kingdom needs a princess! And I can't be a princess without my dress!" _______ stomped her foot down, her deep pools of (e/c) showing not
Bad Touch Trio x Reader- This is HalloweenBad Touch Trio x Reader- This is Halloween2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Jade grasped the metal gun, which at this point had been chilled from the nights piercing sting, between her shaken hands, nothing but hatred burning in her repulsed gaze the longer she stared down at the worn childs toy that stood dead still in the newly dug grave. Chucky's eyes had since hardened, even more so then they usually had been, his face scrunching up into a sneer of some sorts as he looked up to the girl who's emotions at this point could not be easily distinguished. Fear? Hate? He had seen this in most of his prey, so it hadn't been anything he hadn't seen before. But there seemed to be something else there- Something he couldn't quite point out. But it wasn't like he was petrified of the woman, shaking in his soiled doll sneakers that had been stitched back together too many times for him to count. In fact, he was quite amused at the expression she had kept locked on her face the longer her gun stayed pointed at his plastic, overall covered chest.
England X Reader: Poor Unfortunate Souls Ch 1England X Reader: Poor Unfortunate Souls Ch 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Have you ever heard of Arthur Kirkland?"
You looked up from your novel, and peered up at your friend, who you found staring into your (e/c) eyes, two inches away from your face. You smirked at her, and marked your place in your book. Setting it down in the grass next to you, she asked the same question.
"Well?" She asked. "Have you?"
"Have I what?" You asked back, resting one leg atop the other, leaning back on the big oak tree behind you, putting your arms behind your head.
"Have you ever heard of Arthur Kirkland?" A little annoyance detected in her voice.
You had to ponder a moment. You hadn't recalled any 'Arthur'.
"I..don't beleive so."
Rolling her eyes, she plopped down on the grass next to you.
"You really must get out more, _______!" Your friend said, grabbing your book. "You can't just sit inside and read fantasy stories all day! Go outside, or at least in town once in awhile. Maybe you'd finally get a taste of the real world."
Defencively, you grabbed the book out of her hand
Bunny!England x Reader- Easter WishesBunny!England x Reader- Easter Wishes2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You let out a small sigh, drumming your fingers against the flowered tablecloth that covered the wooden table beneath it. The only thing you could hear was the tapping sound you made, and the happy sounding chirp that came from outside the white paned window.
It was March 31, and it really didn't seem any different from an ordinary day alone. The only thing that made it different, however, was the fact it was Easter Sunday. When you were little, you usually spent this holiday over at your parents house, 'helping' your mother cook the ham and potatoes you had each year. It always comforted you to be with family during the holiday season, though each time you thought about it, it seemed like the same routine; Sit in the cramped kitchen your parents had owned since you were a small child, the old television that was pushed into the crevice in the wall playing Easter marithons in the background, the smell of freshly cut tulips from the garden filling the room while you sat and watched your
HetaliaxReader: Waving Flag IntroHetaliaxReader: Waving Flag Intro2 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
Phantom!England x Reader- Music of the NightPhantom!England x Reader- Music of the Night1 year ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You breathlessly stared up to the man who stood not feet away from the boat in which you sat- The man who had called himself the Phantom. His pools of piercing emerald green seemed to fixedly peer into your very soul, his movements being that of the winds as he took one step after another down the winding concrete steps moistened with green moss and droplets of water that had been picked up from the dripping ceiling which hung over his small domain. The domain in which he had hidden himself away in from everybody else but you. Not a word was said between the two of you as he inched closer towards the boat, his gloved, protected hand eagerly reaching out towards you. You sat a moment, simply listening to the sounds of the candles whisping gently through the air as your trusting (e/c) hues stared at the hand that had been patiently awaiting yours to wrap around it. Your eyes trailed along the Phantoms body, from his boots all the way up to his mop of golden blond that seemed to gingerly
2p!Canada x Reader- Not just a Game2p!Canada x Reader- Not just a Game2 years ago in Romance More Like This
There's just one swear in here. If you don't like it, just kinda..skip over it. Or don't read this. I dunno' XD Hope you guys enjoy~
You had been competitive for as long as you could remember. For you, it hadn't really mattered what the competition was. From seeing who could run across the park the fastest, to more serious events like school debates and projects, you took each one of them with complete and utter seriousness, never wanting to give up until you had absolutely won. This, along with many other things that had happened in your life, had its perks and flaws. Because you were so serious about things, you could stay more in control and get things done alot faster than normal people could. But the only downside was small, yet overall very effective.
No one wanted to hang out with you.
So when the new exchange student from Canada had come strutting in like it was no one's buisness, instantly becoming a big hit, it had ang
GermanyxChild! Reader- Lullaby for a Stormy NightGermanyxChild! Reader- Lullaby for a Stormy Night2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A crack of thunder filled your room, illuminating the darkness that surrounded you as you lightly slept. Your eyes popped open, the grip on your (f/c) sheets automaticlly getting tighter. A little part of you knew that it might have stormed tonight. Every night before your father tucked you into bed, you knelt on the wooden chest made by him infront of your window. You liked to stare at the bright moon in the sky, little stars dotted across the dark.
But that night, your moon hadn't appeared, and the little stars that surrounded it wern't there. Instead, gray, gloomy clouds surrounded the sky, the dead trees outside your window swayed back and fourth slightly. You guessed it might have rained, but the thought of lightning never registered in your head.
Now, as you sat in your bed, the covers pulled up to your nose, you were absolutely petrified. It was only when a second crash of thunder filled your ears you darted out of your bed, falling to the carpeted floor beneath you. Tears prick
EnglandxChild! Reader- SleepsongEnglandxChild! Reader- Sleepsong2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Come on now, poppet. It's time for bed." England said, attempting to pick you up and bring you to your bedroom.
"But papa, i'm not tired!" You pouted, gripping the man's pantleg for dear life. He gave you an annoyed sigh, but tried to cover it with a rather cheery smile. And not a cheery smile that a father would give to his loving child he adored more than anything in the world. It was more like a smile a phycopathic killer would give to his victim before slaughtering him.
Your bottom lip protruded out, your eyes growing larger as you stared into the emerald orbs of your father. By now, he had grown immune to your puppy dog eyes, not budging the slightest. He just stared down at you, hands gently rested on his hips. You stould your ground for a minute more, your eyes burning a hole into his head. But just as before, he stared down at you with a slightly annoyed stare.
Deciding that you wouldn't win this battle, you held your arms up to the Britt, opening and closing your hands. "I'm
2p!England x Reader- Keep a Secret2p!England x Reader- Keep a Secret1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Got a secret
Can you keep it?
Swear this one you'll save
Better lock it, in your pocket
Taking this one to the grave
If I show you then I know you
Won't tell what I said
'Cause two can keep a secret
If one of them is dead…
Why do you smile
Like you have told a secret
Now you're telling lies
'Cause you're the one to keep it
But no one keeps a secret
No one keeps a secret
Why when we do our darkest deeds
Do we tell?
They burn in our brains
Become a living hell
Cause everyone tells
"Have a good night, lass." The ginger-headed Scottish man gave you a two finger salute, cigarette held firmly between a tight, toothy smile. "Remember to lock up when yer done."
You held a white and brown dampened rag in your right hand, returning his heartwarming smile and tired wave. "Don't stumble into the roads again, Allistor. You know how you are when you've had too many."
He simply rolled his emerald tinted hues, the ones that had resembled s
Italy x Reader- The War was in ColorItaly x Reader- The War was in Color2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I see you've found a box of my things -
Infantries, tanks and smoldering airplane wings.
These old pictures are cool. Tell me some stories
Was it like the old war movies?
Sit down son. Let me fill you in
Where to begin? Let's start with the end
This black and white photo don't capture the skin
From the flash of a gun to a soldier who's done
Trust me grandson
The war was in color
The room you resided in muttered not a word as you lay on the carpeted floor, your arms and legs sprawled out across the surface under you. Shifting your head so you were looking at the pile of half filled boxes of antiques, old crafts you had made when you were smaller, and other precious memories you didn't quite care to remember, you sighed. Just the thought of all the things you had organized and went through made your brain hurt.
You just couldn't get the thought of moving away through your head.
Ever since you were told that your mother and you had to move away to a differ
America x Reader- Americans and Mud PuddlesAmerica x Reader- Americans and Mud Puddles2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You let out a small, rather bord sigh, eyes plastered to the window as you held your chin lightly in the palm of your hand. A light drizzle pattered against the glass, droplets falling down rythmecly and forming together to become one. The weather had been like this all day, and hadn't showed any signs of letting up anytime soon. You had woken up that summer morning, hoping that it would have been warm enough out to go take a dip in the lake residing close to your house, or at least decent enough to go relax under the shade of the trees growing in your backyard. But the way it had looked at that moment, you highly doubted that any of that would happen today. The one time you had actually decided to go out and do something, everything automatically turned on you.
The longer you stared at the wind blowing the plush bushes in your front yard, the more you wanted to go outside, no matter what signs the weather had shown. Maybe you could dress into your coat and rain boots to go tr
England X Reader: Poor Unfortunate Souls Ch. 2England X Reader: Poor Unfortunate Souls Ch. 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You're Arthur Kirkland?" You murmered, not sure what else to say.
The man released his grip around you, took off his hat, and held it across his chest. He then followed it by bowing slightly.
"The one and only." He said looking up to you and flashing a toothy grin. "I heard you were having troubles."
At that moment, you were sure that this was all just a hallucination. You had just dreamed about the mint colored bunny, the dark forest, and the man that stould infront of you now. In fact, you were probably still under your tree, having fallen asleep under its cozy shaded resting spot. You were dead set that's what had happened.
You shut your eyes as hard as you could, and kept them like that for a moment or two. When you thought it'd be enough to wake you up, you popped them open again. But instead of seeing the bright blue sky with puffy, white, mis-shapen clouds, you saw the scruffy young lad looking at you with his head tipped to the left. You tried closing them even harder, even pi
RomanoxReader V-Day Special -Oneshot-RomanoxReader V-Day Special -Oneshot-2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You've never celebrated Valentines Day, _______?!" Feliciano asked, a surprised look planted on his face.
You looked over to the Italian and away from the book you were currently reading. "How did you figure that out?" You asked, squinting an eye.
"Antonio told me!" He answered happily, leaning forward slightly.
You had never been one for celebrating the holiday. It's not that you didn't want to- it's just you never had anyone to spend it with. On Valentines Day, you were usually sitting on the couch snuggled in a blanket, re-watching a lovey dovey movie you saw every year and eating chocolates you might have recieved that day. Truthfully, you thought a day dedicated to love was pointless. If you had someone to share your love with, and they knew that you liked them, then why spend a whole day goggling over it? Why exchange each other roses that would die, stuffed animals with little hearts that would be donated, and chocolates that could be bought at the supermarket any other day of
England x Reader- Cheer up CharlieEngland x Reader- Cheer up Charlie2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A smile slowly began to tug at your lips as you pulled into the parking lot of the new world meeting area, the sight of England walking out the doors coming into your vision. The man had called you at the last minute, no more than half an hour ago, wondering if you could come pick him up from the latest meeting held in his own country. By the sound of his voice over the phone, he didn't seem the least bit happy. But you had grown accustomed to this, knowing that he probably had an off day at the meeting, perhaps worse than usual. You could see a yawn escape his lips from where you sat in the car, his figure slouched only slightly, hands stuffed deep into his pockets like he usually did when he was upset. Once he was close enough to the car, you bent to your right while the seatbelt held you back, hand grasping the door handle and pulling it open for him to get in.
"Another hard meeting, huh?" this sentence escaped your lips as he gave a quiet mumble, sliding into the car seat and faste
Germany x Reader (Kissing Booths)"____! I vill not allow you to do zat!"Germany x Reader (Kissing Booths)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"'Not allow'? Tsk! You're not the boss of me!"
Ludwig frowned at your response, blushing in annoyance when he knew that you were right. You grinned triumphantly at his reaction, picking up a box full of decorations and heading off in a different direction. However, he stepped in front of you, his stern eyes showing that he wasn't going to let you go that easily.
"As a friend, I am telling you zat zis is a dangerous idea," the blonde said with extreme seriousness.
This resulted in you rolling your (insert colour) eyes again, sighing in exasperation, "Ludwig, it's a kissing booth. It's not like I'm going to war."
Ludwig could feel an anger vein pop up on his forehead; you sure loved to push his buttons. He attempted to stare you down and intimidate you with his bigger frame. However, the bored expression you wore was evidence that it wasn't working. He continued to reason with you, "Zere are boys in our school who vould leap at this chance."
Bunny!England x Reader- Easter from the HeartBunny!England x Reader- Easter from the Heart1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is the second part of the Easter story I made from 2013- if you wish to read the first part before getting to this, part one can be found in the description. Thank you, and Happy Easter!
"Happy Easter, _________!"
Indeed, today had been April nineteenth, the day where children all around the world would hop out of bed to go in search of the baskets the well known rabbit had hid for them the night before- their little hands dunking hardboiled eggs that had been prepared that morning into cups of colored water, instantly drawing little faces on them afterwards to give the appearance that they had been alive. Today was the candy filled, egg hunting day known as Easter, a national holiday that had been a tad more refreshing than that of Valentines, where everyone showed their love for others by buying stuffed animals and chocolates that would be neglected and eaten, or St. Pactricks day, everything you can possibly think of being decked out in shades of green,
(EnglandXReader) RQSoftly as though not to disturb your slumber, crystalline droplets patter down on the windowsill; the air fresh and sharp with the spring scent of mist and rain. The sky still dark enough for the brightness of stars to peek through the clouds, which are moving visibly across the early morning horizon. It is to this that you stir, hearing the tell-tale patter and despite your drowsy state, you grow alarmed. Some of Arthur’s favourite books are still resting upon the wooden sill, novels he’d held dear since his first childhood days.(EnglandXReader) RQ2 years ago in Romance More Like This
In your lethargic state, you struggle to get yourself out of bed. Your formerly warm feet hit the cold of the floor and a shiver tears up your spine. Rubbing your arms to retain some of that coveted warmth, you cross to the window and close it. After watching your handprint fade on the icy glass pane, you look down to the books. Luckily they had been stacked so that their spines had lain facing the open window, but the spatter of water had neverth
Easter Ninja AmericaxReaderEaster Ninja AmericaxReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You happily nom upon your third peppermint chocolate, a pair of baby pink rabbit ears perched atop your head. Your best friend, Alfred, wanders into the room, still groggy from just having woken up. "Good morning~!" you chirp happily.
Alfred gives you an incredulous look. "(Name)? What are you-? How did you get in my house?!" He looks you over. "And what are you wearing?"
You look down at your own outfit. You don't find anything strange with your attire at all! It is Easter Sunday, why wouldn't you wear a (favorite bright color) sundress and cowgirl boots? Being the Southern belle you are, this is perfectly normal! "What do you mean? I'm just wearing my normal stuff!"
Alfred shakes his head. "Of course you'd answer the least important question first." he sighs. He points to the top of your head. "I meant the ears."
You reach your hand up to touch the fluffy objects, almost forgetting that they're up there. "Oh! That's 'cause it's Easter, silly!"
Alfred blinks in confusion. "It is? Um..
PrussiaxReader - Patience TestPrussiaxReader - Patience Test2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The light from your laptop was the only thing illuminating your dark and silent living room right now. Your physics teacher had assigned some work for you to accomplish, and being the procrastinator you are, you decided to get started the day before it was due. To make things uglier, it was Monday. Everybody. Hates. Mondays. You felt like grabbing one of your pillows and screaming all of your troubles into it right now.
Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, the lights were flicked open and Gilbert showed up in front of you, holding a bouquet of fuchsias.
"Surprise, fräulein!" His eyes were closed in delight as his signature smirk was plastered over his pale face.
Normally, you would have squealed and tackled him to the ground. But seeing as though stress had already taken control, you simply sighed and resumed to finishing your work on the computer. You had no time right now to talk to your boyfriend.
"What do you want, Gil?" You sharply asked him.