Keep me Warm, Keep me Alive - Ch. 7Keep me Warm, Keep me Alive - Ch. 71 year ago in Romance More Like This
Warning: Human AU - Russia is not a country on this fanfiction
- (Y/N)? Are you alright? - Morgan asked. At the same time, Mary said:
- Look at that couple! Oh, god, they're so perfect!
Your heart was beating faster than it should. Who was that girl, and why she was with him? You would have known if he had a girlfriend, right? He would have told you...
"Why would he tell me anyway?" - you thought - "I'm nothing, just his neighbor, I have nothing to do with his life..."
You stood up, not sure of what you would do. All you wanted was to cry and hide, but you couldn't do that, not there, not in front of your friends.
- (Y/N), are you alright? - Morgan asked again.
- I... I need to go to the bathroom - you whispered, before walking to the restaurant's bathroom. You were glad Ivan didn't see you. You didn't want to know how you would react if he talked to you at that moment. You would probably start crying, and you didn't want this to
Belarus and Her New BrotherChapter 4Belarus and Her New Brother3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As America stood in front of the stand that housed the black hair oriental beauty, memory came flooding back of a war of sacrifice and a love half done. He will never forget the time spent with her and all the lives wasted for stopping the advance of communism, which in the end was futile. For she is the reason the color red saddens him so.
"So how has it been? You looked like you have been through hell and back." Vietnam's words hit him as if they had fists, and had to seriously think about what do to or to say. America tore his gaze away from his feet to her; she was leaning over the stand with her elbows touching the stands and her hands under her chin. She seemed to be enjoyed with America's discomfort as you could clearly see by her sadistic grin that she had on her face.
"I-its been good . It has been a while since we last talked to each other. I really did not expect to find you in one of my malls. It was the last place that I would guess to look for you . So
Who's Your Hero-Russia x Feared Reader x America 8Who's Your Hero-Russia x Feared Reader x America 82 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 8: Recovering Truths pt.1
It was getting late and Ivan was having a hard time staying awake due to his small body. As you watched his amethyst eyes droop from time to time you smoothed out his soft beige hair and let his head rest on your shoulder, lightly patting his back so he could finally drift off to sleep. Sighing happily a soft giggle escaped you as you walked up to your bedroom and placed him atop your bed, there you wrapped the covers over him and tucked him in. Smiling lightly to yourself you made your way back down stairs and plopped a pillow up on the edge of the couch and readied a blanket to keep you warm for the night. As you laid your head on the pillow you gazed up at the dimly lit Christmas tree, its [Christmas color/s] slowly lulled you to sleep as you fell into darkness.
However as you slept you were oblivious to the sound of little feet making their way up to you as a small hand stroked your [h/l] [h/c] hair,
“….Sleep tight, podsolnec
HetaTales - Joy - Prince!Russia x Bird!ReaderHetaTales - Joy - Prince!Russia x Bird!Reader2 months ago in Romance More Like This
Ivan Braginsky was often considered the happiest person in the land. He was the prince, the one in charge of looking after the people of said land - but he did not do his job very well. The people of the town he lived in were mostly poor and crippled, never earning enough money whereas he had it all.
This was why he was so happy - ignorance is bliss, as they say.
Many people thought he was beautiful too, well fitting of a prince. Hair a silver-blonde that seemed always well pampered and never dirty, skin pale enough to be comparable to porcelain (but that was mostly due to the fact he spent most of his time indoors) and, most peculiarly, eyes as purple as the brightest amethyst.
Many people envied him, many people idoled him - for he was the prince, and the prince was happy. So obviously everyone else was happy too.
One night, a flock of swallows flew over the town. These swallows were not of the normal variety - they were humane creatures, but with large wingspans and feather-sof
Marionette-Yandere Russia x Lonely Reader 2Marionette-Yandere Russia x Lonely Reader 21 year ago in Horror More Like This
Chapter 2: Russia’s Lullaby
He had such a forlorn look etched in his glassy amethyst eyes while the rest of his facial features read that of emotionless beneath the frame of his dusty beige tresses. The paleness of his cheeks were only alit by the light brush of a pink flush that seemed to come from deep within the porcelain of his cold flesh. As you continued to examine the solitary marionette that sat before you, you unbeknownst to you lifted up a trembling hand completely mesmerized by the pure depths of loneliness and sadness that rose from his amethyst orbs, and gently placed it on the side of his cheek. Tears clearly threatening to fall as you could feel the cry from deep within this puppet’s heart, the words slip from your lips before you even have a chance to catch them,
“……….Who are you…?”
It had been days since you last went into that timeless room, but not once had the image of that flawless marionett
Pirate!England X Reader~ LoyaltiesPirate!England X Reader~ Loyalties8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Loyalties: Part 1~
"Let go of me you jerk!" A young boy shouts as a larger, gruff man lifts him off his feet and over his shoulder carelessly. Growling in irritation as the blue eyed boy struggles in his grip and beats on his back. "I said you let go of me right now...y-you bastard!"
The rugged man snorts at the odd tone in the child's words, very much out of place. He didn't understand the purpose of taking the obnoxious child, only that the boss wanted him captured. He drags him off of the Englishman's ship and onto his own, the boy flailing and fighting the whole way.
The blond boy looks on in fear as he is taken farther and farther away from his brothers protection. The crew busy and distracted in the enemy attacks.
"Arthur!!!" he wails, catching a glimpse of a red hat falling off the head of said man as he rushes to the edge of his ship. Peter couldn't