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"Antonio Fernandez Carriedo!"
The Spaniard turned around at the sound of his name being called. His eyes fell upon _____, his best friend for as long as he could remember (excluding Gilbert and Francis, of course). His lips curled up into a happy smile when he saw her-- even though she was glaring daggers at him.
"Hola, bonita," he said with the big grin still on his face. "How have you been?"
"Oh, just fine, thank you," she replied, crossing her arms. There was a razor-sharp edge building in her voice.
"What's the matter, bonita? You okay?"
"Oh, yeah!" She stomped past him angrily, heading inside the house. "Everything's peachy-keen!"
Antonio turned his head in her direction, furrowing his brows. "Bonita?"
_____ stepped into the house where Gilbert and Ludwig (and currently _____) lived, furiously kicking off her shoes after wiping her feet.
"_____! _____!" called a voice frantically from the hallway.
_____ saw Gilbert running toward her with a panicked look on his face.
"What is it,
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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
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"Alfred! Where are we going?!" I said as Alfred pushed me along through his gigantic house.
He snickered. "You'll see~!"
I rolled my eyes.
We arrived at a door, which Alfred opened and shoved me into the room, closing and locking the door. It turns out the room wasn't a room-- it was a closet. It was a small, empty closet, barely able to fit two people.
Wait. Two people. . .
I banged my fist on the door. "Alfred Foster Jones! Get me out of this closet, or so help you, I will--"
Before I could say any more, the door opened and Arthur was pushed in. The door closed, pushing Arthur closer to me. I could see his emerald green eyes staring at me through the darkness. My face heated up, and I felt his heat up as well.
"Ah. . . Arthur. . ."
"Oh, _____," he muttered. "H-Hello, love. . ."
"Um. . . Did Alfred drag you in here, too?"
He nodded. "Yes. He didn't even bother explaining to me why."
"Ah. . ."
He didn't know, but I did. Alfred knew about my crush on Arthur; he probably thought t
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“Gil! What the hell are you doing?!”
“You’ll thank me later, Frau!” he said, the smirk on his face evident in his voice, as he carried me over his shoulder up the stairs in his house. He reached the top and went into a room where Antonio and Francis were waiting. The two were sitting on a footlocker, and I could have sworn I heard muffled obscenities come from it.
“Ready?” the albino asked.
The other two nodded, and positioned themselves to get off and open the footlocker. Gilbert took me closer to it and threw me inside the split second they opened the lid. When I was fully inside, they immediately closed the lid and––judging by the clatter following after––locked it.
“What the hell?!” I groaned out, still trying to process everything that had just happened.
I blinked, then peered through the dark to see a familiar face. My eyes widened. “Lovino?!”
“What the hell are
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". . . Ready or not, here I come!"
At one of Alfred's parties, we all decided to play hide and seek, Alfred, of course, being "it". I ran into one of the back rooms, spotting an unlocked footlocker. After stepping inside it and making myself comfortable, I closed the lid, being careful not to lock it.
Several minutes passed, and I wasn't found by anyone else. A few moments later, I heard someone frantically stagger into the room, closing the door behind them. There was a short pause before the lid to the footlocker opened, leaving me exposed. I wasn't caught, though, because the person standing before me was my cute little red-headed Italian friend, Feliciano Vargas.
"Oh, _____," he stammered. "I didn't know you were in here"
"Yo, Feli~! Where'd you go~?" called Alfred teasingly.
"Eep!" Feli squeaked, jumping into the footlocker with me. The lid closed with a loud slam, pushing Feli down on top of me.
"Feli!" I whispered loudly. "Get out of here! This is my hiding spot!"
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"Ugh," groaned Gilbert as he downed the rest of his drink. "I'm so bored!"
"Well, this is your party, mon ami," chided his best friend Francis. "We should do something entertaining."
"Oh! I know!" said Gilbert's other best friend, Antonio. "Let's play Hide-and-Seek!"
"Good idea!" Gilbert climbed onto a tabletop. "Everybody! I've got a cure for all of your boredom! We'll play Hide-and-Seek!"
_____, hearing her friend's announcement, put down her drink and smiled. "That sounds like fun!"
"Seriously?" said her boyfriend, Ludwig, with a raised eyebrow. "Games are for kleine Kinder."
"C'mon, Luddy!" _____ took his hand, making him blush. "We all need to take time to play. Loosen up!"
Ludwig sighed. He could never say no to her. "Alright, schatz. I'll play one game."
_____ pumped her fist in the air. "Yes! Hey, Gil! Luddy and I'll play!"
"Awesome! Alright, peeps! You go hide! Toni, Francis, and I'll be it! Go!" And with that, the Bad Touch Trio turned around, covered their eyes
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“Hey, everybody! Let’s play Hide-and-Seek!”
I smiled up at my Prussian friend standing on a nearby tabletop. The crazy albino had just recommended that we all play Hide-and-Seek at one of his famous parties (or, rather, infamous parties). He and his two best friends, Antonio and Francis, claimed to be “it”, and they turned around and began to count.
“C’mon, _____,” said my best friend Alfred. He took my hand and led me upstairs and down a hallway, stopping when we came to an almost empty room. We went inside the room, closing the door behind us, and spotted a large footlocker that was big enough to just barely fit me and Alfred.
“Ladies first,” he said with a smirk.
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Uh, no,” I responded, pushing him toward the footlocker.
He sighed, opening the lid and stepping inside. When he slid into a comfortable position, he smiled at me and said, “C’mon in. The air is fine.
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"Oy, _____!" called a familiar voice.
_____ turned around to see her friend and long-time crush, Allistor Kirkland, standing with his hands in his pockets. "Oh, hi, Allistor. What's up?"
"The ceilin'," he replied curtly, his shoulders rising slightly as he spoke, then relaxing back to their original position. "Gilbert's havin' a party tonight. You comin'?"
"A party? Sure! I'd love to!" said _____ with a wide smile. She knew that Gilbert's parties were the best around, despite how crazy and out of control they became.
Allistor nodded, making a half-smile. "Great. You want me to pick you up?"
A light shade of pink dusted _____'s cheeks. "Uh. . . sure. Okay. . ."
That night, _____ sat in her living room. She had on black Converse shoes, a plain white shirt, a black leather jacket, and a pair of skinny jeans with the Union Jack painted across the right thigh. With every minute that passed, she became more and more anxious. She wondered if she would finally gain enough courage to tell A
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I sighed, knowing that since I was in this predicament I would just have to make the best of it. After a moment of thought, I sighed again and recited my chosen number.
Behind me, I heard something that sounded like a mix between a cheer and a cat-call. I whirled around to see, and the man I’d presumably picked confidently stepped forward from the group. He stopped in front of my seat and took my hands, beaming at me. “ˇFantástico! I get to go on a date with _____!”
I wasn’t quite sure what to think, whether to be pissed at the fact that I got him, or a bit elated from the fact that I did pick him. All I could do was smile as he pulled me to my feet and led me out the front door.
“So, where are we going?” I asked, when we were walking down the front sidewalk.
Antonio flashed a cheeky grin back at me. “My favorite place.”
“This is your favorite place?”
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I sighed, knowing that since I was in this predicament I would just have to make the best of it. After a moment of thought, I sighed again and recited my chosen number.
“Two,” I said with half-certainty.
I heard a few “Aws” and giggled, then turned around. “Alright, who’d I pick?”
“Okay!” said Gilbert as he stepped cockily out of the line-up. “Number two, if you would, step forward!”
A split-second later, I blinked when I saw a relatively short Asian man with black hair and dark eyes step forward. I smirked at him. “So, I got you?”
Kiku looked at me, his face flushed with embarrassment. “U-Um, hai.”
“Alright, then!” Gilbert grabbed our shoulders and began pushing us toward the front door. “Off to your date! We won’t wait up for you!” A cackle followed his speech.
I rolled my eyes and stepped outside with Kiku. We were left alone on the front porch after a brief
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I sighed, knowing that since I was in this predicament I would just have to make the best of it. After a moment of thought, I sighed again and recited my chosen number.
“I pick. . .six.”
A moment of hushed murmurs passed, then Gilbert took my shoulders and turned me around to face the group. “Alright,” he said with a grin on his face, “number six, would you please step forward?”
I couldn’t help but smile at the person who took a step out of the crowd. His light blond head was downcast, his emerald eyes directed at the floor. He rubbed his arm as he approached me, and cleared his throat nervously when he finally did. “H-Hello, _____.”
I stood up, taking his hand. “Hi, Arthur.”
A suggestive laugh emanated from the group, and Francis popped his head over Arthur’s shoulder, resting his hand there. “Have fun on your date, mon ami~!” He then pushed him forward so that he landed on my chest. Yep. His ha
Revenge with a shower (SpainXReader)You squelched up to Antonio’s front door. Should I...? You thought numbly, your fist already raised. You barely had time to shake your head and turn away when suddenly the door swung open. Antonio frowned, worried as to why you were so soaked.Revenge with a shower (SpainXReader) in Romance More Like This
“Hi!” You said, trying to sound cheerful, but the hoarseness of your voice told him more than enough. “Come in, I’ll get you some towels.”
He left you dripping in his hallway for a moment, bending down to free your wet feet. “Thanks.” You murmured as Antonio wrapped several towels around you.
He took your hand and led you into his warm living where you sat gratefully on his sofa. “What happened?” He demanded, sitting down next to you and gazing at you with those concerned green eyes of his.
“You know my boyfriend had quite the reputation of a player right?” He nodded, not liking where this was going. You laughed hollowly, snuggling into the warmth of the towels.
Kisses don't just heal (SpainXReader)You started, dumping the washing up in the sink when you heard a crash and a loud wail. “Toni?” You shouted through the bathroom door, worried about what your flatmate had gotten up to this time.Kisses don't just heal (SpainXReader) in Romance More Like This
“Chicaaaaaa!!!” He yelled over the splash of water and after finding the door was unlocked, you burst in. Antonio’s hand was bleeding badly and you immediately grasped his hand in yours. Wincing, he bit his lip as you examined his knuckles.
It wasn’t a pretty sight; it actually looked as though his skin had some holes in it. Doing your best not to gag, you pushed his hand back under the tap. “What the hell did you do?!” You cried as you flung useless item after useless item out of the cupboard.
He sniffed loudly, tears rolling over his cheeks. “I-I just, I don’t know, I was just so angry and-“
You glanced up to see him and caught sight of the state of the mirror. Several drips of blood were falling from the jagged shards of what
An accident during football (SpainXReader)Inconspicuously, you tried to give Antonio a sign to tell him you were free. You were playing football in the sports class today and even if you weren’t that good at it you were having a lot of fun. Ludwig and Lovino were constantly stealing the ball from each other as were Alfred and Feliciano.An accident during football (SpainXReader) in Romance More Like This
When the German passed it to Antonio, you jumped up and down to get his attention at the other side of the field. Come on! I’m over here! You wanted to shout but just as you were about to open your mouth, the cheerful Spaniard spotted you, sending the ball flying over to where you stood.
Stepping back to catch it on your chest, you wobbled and in an instant the whole of the world seemed to fly upwards.
“Bella! Are you okay?!” You heard and before you knew it, you were surrounded by your teammates and friends. “I’m alright, I think.” You muttered, groaning as you sat up. You rubbed the back of your head gently, feeling a bump forming where you’d hi
Questions, questions (Pirate SpainXReader)Your son looked at you as you scrubbed the bar tables with a ragged piece of cloth. Luckily your tavern was closed now or you’d have a even larger headache. Your child was in that phase of childhood that everyone had been through; the phase when he questions everything.Questions, questions (Pirate SpainXReader) in Romance More Like This
And of course you had to give him a legitimate answer, or at least one that sounded legitimate otherwise he wouldn’t stop nagging you. “Mama, why is the sky blue?” He asked and you froze. It was a hard one this time, even you didn’t know the answer to that one off the top of your head.
I mean you were just a simple barmaid, how could you know something like that?!
“It’s magic.” You replied with a straight face, wringing out the cloth in the wooden bucket that stood to your side.
“Why do we have to drink and eat?” Your son swung his legs as he asked you the questions, gazing expectantly at you. You were his mother! You knew everything!
Curing bad dreams (PrussiaXReader)Gilbert groaned, his temperature feverish as he tossed in his bed. “N-nein!” He muttered, biting his lip.Curing bad dreams (PrussiaXReader) in Romance More Like This
In the throngs of his dream he was staring at your bloodied body in despair, tears running down his face. He heard a sound behind him and spun around, hoping to see the perpetrator. The shape slipped out of his sight around the corner and Gilbert stood up after gently putting down your body, chasing after it.
Rage the sole thing on his mind, he pushed his legs to go at a near inhuman speed.
Franctically searching for it, he skidded on the landing, starting to sprint down the steps.
As he wasn’t paying attention to his footing, he yelped when his foot trod on air. Lurching forward, Gilbert sat bolt upright in his bed, panting heavily. As he tried to calm his breathing he blinked at the alarm clock.
Well that was lucky at least, it was set to go off in five minutes. Quickly he turned it off and lay back down, snuggling into your back.
He needed some reassurance that
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“Oui, we’ve been ‘ere for ‘ours already.”
“Amiga, we need to get going soon if we want to catch that movie.”
You groaned, scrubbing your face of the makeup once again. “I’m almost done!” You called from the bathroom, hearing a collective sigh from the three boys. “Ja, zhat’s vhat you said half an hour ago...” Gilbert muttered under his breath, rolling his neck to hear a satisfying crack when he’d managed to get the kink out.
Francis placed a magazine on his face, effectively shutting out the outside world as he started to gently snore. The Spaniard was already fast asleep on Francis’s stomach, muttering to himself in his sleep.
Another ten minutes passed and Gilbert’s annoyance had finally gotten the better of him. “Frau, enough!” He growled, thumping on the door. The sudden noise jolted both Antonio and Francis out of the
The only one that matters (RomanoXReader)Your eyes widened. Heart beating fast, you quickly reread the comment on the latest piece of yours. “—badly done—“The only one that matters (RomanoXReader) in Romance More Like This
“—hate this kind of half-arsed work—“
Trembling, you stared at your quivering fingertips, something heavy in your throat preventing you form gulping. Did they really mean that? Did they really hate your work?
Before you could stop yourself, tears started leaking from your blurry eyes. “Ah, wh-what?” You questioned yourself as you tried desperately to dry your tears with the heels of your hands, but it was useless; they were leaking from your face and creating puddles on the surface of your desk.
Cursing inwardly, you made sure none of them landed on your computer and you pushed away from your desk, your chair rolling to the side of your bed. You dropped yourself on the covers and cuddled up to your largest pillow, burying your face
Detecting lies (EnglandXReader)A lie detector. A bloody lie detector. That’s what he bought me here for?! Arthur slammed his hands on the table. “Alfred, enough of this! This is ridiculous!” It was bad enough that the American’d dragged him to one of his infamous parties, but this was just plain stupid.Detecting lies (EnglandXReader) in Romance More Like This
“C’mon dude, it’ll be totally fun!” He shouted, pulling Arthur back into the throng of people. “’Kay guys! Now’s the time we’ve all been waiting for! Time to hook Iggy up to the lie detector!” Arthur growled as the crowd cheered.
You frowned, as you were one of the few that actually got along with the Brit. “But he clearly doesn’t want to!” You called, feeling a large number of eyes trained on you. Arthur smiled gently, he liked you most out of all the people here.
You were nice to him for one, but also considerate, kind and funny. In short he adored being around you. Alfred brushed off your comment. “He’s got
Sleeping positions (RomaniaXReader)Blearily you blinked your eyes open, the familiar warm feeling as always present. Glancing down you confirmed what you’d suspected. Vladimir breathed out softly, his hair ruffled up completely and several curls sticking out from it.Sleeping positions (RomaniaXReader) in Romance More Like This
He tightened his arms around you, snuggling his face deeper into your chest. Blushing slightly, you stroked his hair, attempting to at least straighten out some of it. You always seemed to end up in this position, no matter how you’d started the night before.
It didn’t seem that comfortable to you; his head was nowhere near his cushion and he was practically buried underneath the cover.
It was an adorable habit of his though, one you weren’t going to break anytime soon. As your musing continued, you smiled at him and due to his sleeping face you guessed he was still deeply in dreamland.
Well you were wrong.
“Ouch!” You squeaked, glaring down at the Romanian. “What was that for?”
He carried on nibbling on your
The scramble for the radiator (PrussiaXReader)You groaned, pressing yourself against the radiator. Why did it have to be so cold? Shivering, you sunk lower, pressing your back against the hot surface and closed your eyes.The scramble for the radiator (PrussiaXReader) in Romance More Like This
“Hey! Frau!” You heard and you growled under your breath. “Quit hogging the warmth!” Gilbert complained. You saw him frowning at you when you cracked one eye open. “No. It’s mine.” You retorted, lifting your arms up to place them around the radiator possessively.
He glared at you, sitting on his haunches next to you. “C’mon frau, sharing is caring.” You shook your head fervently and bared your teeth at him. “Hell no!” After sighing once, he smirked maliciously at you.
Narrowing your eyes at him, you shrunk back as he advanced, tickling your sides. “No! Stop! Please!” You managed to cry out, squirming under his grasp. You managed to kick him several times, but he merely coughed and carried on with his torture.
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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.
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"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?"
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"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'
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"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?
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“(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,
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"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
Spanish Stereotypes..Spanish Stereotypes.. 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
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"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
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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.. 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
Turtle Parade SpainxReader“You know something, Lovi?”Turtle Parade SpainxReader in Romance More Like This
“I keep wondering how you managed to survive being raised by Toni.”
“Hm. Yeah, probably.”
A few moments passed in silence.
“Why are you asking?”
“He’s running around with Gilbert and Francis trying to catch a tomato fairy that I think is actually just a hummingbird.”
“…That tomato bastard.”
You laughed and moved to lie on the grass next to Lovi. Of course you wouldn’t actually say anything mean about Toni; the two of you had been best friends since you were little countries just starting out in the world. You guys were inseparable; whenever one of you got into a fight, the other was right there in the thick of it. If you ever had a problem, Toni was always the first person you went to, regardless of what was wrong. And you were the first person he sought out as well.
But sometimes you had to question his mental state, which is what
CIRL SpainxReaderSinging along with your iPod loudly, you danced around your apartment as you worked on your chores. Cleaning was never as boring when you were goofing off.CIRL SpainxReader in Romance More Like This
You made your way around the living room, straightening different items, dusting the furniture, and vacuuming the carpets. Once you finished in there you went into the kitchen, grabbing the cleaner from under the sink. The kitchen was no fun to clean, but it had to be done. So with a sigh, you started wiping down the countertops.
Halfway through the job, a cute love song started playing and you dropped what you were doing to waltz across the tile floor. You held your hands in the air, pretending that you were dancing with a handsome man.
Your eyes slid shut and a soft smile appeared on your face and you twirled around the room. At the end of a spin, a solid figure filled your arms and began to dance with you.
Your eyes popped open and you stared in shock at the smiling man who spun you away from him only to bring you back up against
CIRL PrussiaxReaderSighing in exhaustion, you left your last class for the day and headed back to your apartment. You didn't know why, but you just couldn't keep your eyes open for very long today. It's not like you didn't get enough sleep last night. Heck, you didn't even get too much sleep. You'd gotten an almost even eight hours, so you should be fine. But for some reason, you weren't. And despite all of your efforts to wake up, your body wasn't having it.CIRL PrussiaxReader in Romance More Like This
So with eyelids drooping, you trudged your merry way back home.
With a happy groan, you entered your one-floor apartment and flopped down on the floor, not even bothering to close the door just yet. After contemplating the pros and cons of falling asleep in your entry way, you decided it might be a tad bit safer for your health if you slept in your bed. Because having someone get into your house is no biggie.
Wearily standing up, you closed and locked your door, dropped your school stuff in the kitchen and made your way to your bedroom. Your bed had
CIRL Male!HungaryxReaderHumming lightly to yourself, you rummaged through the cupboards of your kitchen, looking for the right ingredients for a cake. Your classes had been cancelled due to the torrential downpour outside and you hadn’t done any real baking in a while, so this was the perfect opportunity for it. You just hoped the power would manage to last long enough for you to finish.CIRL Male!HungaryxReader in Romance More Like This
But you would worry about these things as they came. For right now, all that mattered was getting your stuff together and starting the baking process. And of course you couldn’t just settle with the boxed stuff! Nope! Making things from scratch was much more satisfying in your opinion.
You continued making your way around the kitchen, occasionally going back to your recipe to make sure you were getting the proper ingredients. Before long, you had everything set out nicely on one side of the counter, all ready to go. So with an excited smile you got to work.
It wasn’t too long before you were pouring the batt
CIRL IcelandxReader"Ah-Ah ..AH-CHOO!!!" You sniffled and grabbed a tissue. You'd caught a cold the other day and it had quickly progressed to the point of leaving you practically bed-ridden. You were beyond miserable and were really wishing that someone lived with you or at least that someone would stop by and see if you were still alive so that you didn't have to move every time you needed something.CIRL IcelandxReader in Romance More Like This
Reaching for another tissue, your hand met air and you groaned. That was the second box in as many days. And if this box was empty, that meant you'd have to go to the store and get more. You wanted to cry. You could barely stand without feeling exhausted. And now you'd have to go driving and walking around a grocery store. Wonderful.
You would've screamed into your pillow, but that would only make your already aching head hurt even worse. So instead, you tightly wrapped a blanket around yourself and slowly shuffled out of bed. Grasping onto furniture and the walls, you inched your way out of your bedro
CIRL Male!BelarusxReaderYou hummed happily as you walked home, a skip in your step. You'd just gone to the grocery store and found that the ingredients for your favorite meal were almost all on sale, so you stocked up, intending to make that meal tonight. And when good food was in your future, your mood was always kicked up a couple notches on the happy scale.CIRL Male!BelarusxReader in Romance More Like This
Swinging your bags, you made your way inside and began putting away your groceries. You smiled and pulled out the recipe and everything you would need. Nothing could bring you down right now.
You began humming again and started cutting up your ingredients, lightly swaying back and forth.
A hand grabbed your shoulder, making you scream and whip around pointing your knife at whoever was there. You almost dropped the utensil when you locked eyes with the man. He stared at the knife in a bored manner and then glared at you, causing you to flinch back a little bit.
"Where is Anya? Tell me now!" he growled, taking a step closer to you. You stared at him befor
CIRL CanadaxReader"Today is Friday. I have no classes today," you sang happily to yourself, skipping around your apartment. Excited at the prospect of a three day weekend, as you always were, you jumped on the couches in your living room. Nothing was better than being able to choose when you did and didn't have classes. One of the many reasons you preferred college to high school.CIRL CanadaxReader in Romance More Like This
A metaphorical light bulb went off over your head. You should take a bath! A bubble bath, at that! You haven't taken one in a long time, and today was the perfect opportunity to relax.
Squealing in delight, you ran to your bedroom and quickly threw off all of your clothes. You didn't even bother grabbing your robe. I mean, you lived by yourself, and it's not like people could just materialize out of nowhere.
You dashed down the hall and into the bathroom, turning on the fan and shutting the door. You quickly plugged the drain and started the hot water. Turning to look at the shelf above the toilet, you debated on which scent t
CIRL RussiaxReaderSpring. A wonderful time of blooming flowers, fresh rain, and sunshine ..How you loathed it.CIRL RussiaxReader in Romance More Like This
It was a nice enough season by normal standards, but when it came down to your allergies? Those April showers bringing May flowers could rot. You used to love springtime. It was your favorite season. Then this hay fever cropped up out of nowhere and now you were constantly sneezing with a runny nose and itchy eyes. You were always taking allergy medicine for it.
You sighed and stared wistfully out of the window. You really wanted to go lay in the grass, but that would probably make your allergies react and you didn't feel like being miserable. At least come late May you could do that without many repercussions.
With a displeased grunt, you slouched further into the lair you'd constructed on your bed of pillows and stuffed animals. Maybe you'd just look at pictures of people walking through flowers and pretend that was you.
Now that you'd formulated a plan, you carefully pulled yourself out
CIRL GreecexReaderAh, summer. A time of no school work, no classes, no getting up super early, no freezing temperatures. The only thing you had to be responsible for was your job. But you liked your job, so it wasn't really a hassle to go in. But today was going to be a lazy day for you. You hadn't gotten scheduled to work for a few days, and you decided to catch up on some things you'd wanted to do during the school year. It was just a matter of choosing what to start with.CIRL GreecexReader in Romance More Like This
First, you decided you'd go to the grocery store to get some snack foods. If you were going to be a lazy bum for a few days, you needed the proper foods to sustain such levels of idle-ness. So you reluctantly changed out of your pajamas into some shorts and a t-shirt before heading to your car.
You got to the store and quickly made your way through, picking out your favorite treats. You checked out and went back out to your car. When you pulled in front of your apartment and got out your bags, you noticed a cat wandering around outs
Accidental Confession PrussiaxReader“The world is out to get me, I swear,” you growled to yourself as you flopped down onto Ludwig’s couch. You’d finally gotten the courage to tell Gilbert that you had feelings for him, but everyone and their mother decided that today would be the perfect day to follow you around and interrupt you each time you tried. And the whole world, literally, was on your shoulders. Every other frickin’ country knew you were trying to confess and wanted to know how it was going. But each time one of them came to bother you about it, they ended up causing such a disruption that you couldn’t go through with it.Accidental Confession PrussiaxReader in Romance More Like This
Part of you had to wonder if they were doing this on purpose, because seriously their timing was too perfect. Thinking back on all your attempts, you were honestly freaked out about just how all of your friends managed to pop up during your attempted confessions.
“Uh, h-hey, Gil?”
The cocky Prussian turned with a grin
Seven minutes in Heaven-Spain"_______ got Antonio!" Alfred said, waving the minature bull horn in the air. You looked over and saw him dancing with Gilbert and Francis. He was wearing white skinny jeans and a red, open chested top. He was wearing choclate coloured smart shoes and a simple gold chain round his skin which complimented his tanned skin.Seven minutes in Heaven-Spain in Romance More Like This
"Hey! Spain! Get over here!" Alfred yelled again, this time Antonio looked over and saw the bull horn in his hands and you blushing like crazy. He smiled and walked over to you, a warm smile across his face.
"Hola chica. I see you chose me huh?" He said, taking your hand and leading you to the closet. You were a little nervous, what with him being known as part of the bad touch trio.
"Anything you want to do then chica?" You heard him ask. It was only then that you noticed you were in the dark of the closet, Antonio's hands gently on your waist. You blushed even darker, stuttering. You really didn't know what to do.
"Y-You can start...but...Te amo...." You said, closin
Seven minutes in heaven-Romano"_______ got Lovino!" You looked at the perfectly ripe tomato in your hand.Seven minutes in heaven-Romano in Romance More Like This
"Bastard! I didn't put anything in that bag!" Your head whipped round to see Romano in one of his rages. But there was a blush on his cheeks, pale but apparent. He was wearing blue skinny jeans and a sandy toned shirt with an open chest, a choclate coloured tie hanging round his neck. He was also wearing a pair of smart brown shoes and had a pair of sunglasses sitting ontop of his head. You stood up and walked over to him. He looked at you and his blush increased a little. You were both then dragged by your arms to the closet, the door slamming. Romano let out a string of curses, punching the door. You grabbed his hand.
"Stop it." The closet was small and when he wrenched his hand away from you you heard his elbow hit the wall. You both stood there in silence for a minute, trying to each get some space, until you felt his curl brush your face. You didn't realise at the time until you brushed it away.
Seven minutes in Heaven-America"So who'd ya get?" Alfred asked. You stared at the glasses you held in your hand.Seven minutes in Heaven-America in Romance More Like This
"I got you..." You said, looking up at the american. You had to admit, he looked better without his glasses on. He was wearing a black, skin tight shirt and navy skinny jeans with cowboy boots which made you smile. He looked at you in surprise.
"Oh...Cool! You get time with the hero!!" Alfred yelled. He seemed to have gotten over his sudden shock, but you still hadn't.
"Y-Yeah...Cool." You muttered as you watched your feet leave the ground, before realising Alfred was actually carrying you to the closet. This made you blush.
"I can walk you know!" You said just as you got to the closet. Before you knew it, it was pitch black and you were almost face to face with the 'hero'. He smelt strongly of coffee and Linx. You usually hated the smell of Linx, boys would spray half a can on each time, but Alfred seemed to have sprayed the perfect amount on, and it was the chocolate one too. That made him smell even be
Seven minutes-Switzerland"_______ got Switz!" He yelled. You looked at the little hand gun. By the looks of it, there wasn't any ammo but you didn't pull the trigger, just incase. You heard yelling coming from outside, then Germany and Prussia dragging him by his arms.Seven minutes-Switzerland in Romance More Like This
"Get off me." He said, shrugging them off. He looked round and saw you holding the gun.
"Yo dude! _______ picked you!" America said, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you up.
"Now go on! Into the closet with you! Oh, and don't get too frisky, Britain won't like it!" He said laughing. He shoved you both into the closet, you colliding with Switzerland in the process.
"Sorry..." You said as you backed up against the wall. The closet was very small, too small infact. You could almost feel the heat radiating off him. You wouldn't have minded if it was someone else but Switz?! You had liked him for quite a while. The way he was always neutral made you giggle. You then realised that you still held his gun in your hand.
"Switz...I still have your gu
Seven minutes in heaven-Germany"Dude! _______ got Ludwig!" Alfred laughed. You looked at the cross held in your hand and a small smile crossed your face. You had liked him for a while. You glanced over at your friend _______, who gave you a thumbs up. You hadn't realised that he was now standing next to you.Seven minutes in heaven-Germany in Romance More Like This
"Shall we then _______?" He asked. You looked at him and nodded. You both walked into the closet and Alfred slammed the door.
"Don't get too frisky!" He yelled. You looked at him and smiled.
He wasn't wearing his usual uniform. He was wearing a pair of baggy black jeans and a top with the german coak of arms on it. He also wore a leather jackets, the sleeves rolled up and a pair of fingerless gloves. You smiled even wider. He almost looked gothic, which was a good thing for you, considering you were sort of an nerdy goth.
"Oh, Luddy, you might want your cross back." You said handing him it. He went to take it and you grabbed him by the t-shirt, pulling him into a passionate kiss.
He was a bit stiff to begin with
Seven minutes in Heaven-2P! Japan~Beware...sexual themes~Seven minutes in Heaven-2P! Japan in Romance More Like This
You were a little annoyed at the fact your best friend _______ had got Kiku and that they were now going out but nonetheless, you still pulled something out of the bag.
"Ow..." You had pricked your finger on whatever the object was. You pulled it out and looked confused. A shuriken? But Japan had already been picked. You wondered who it was until you saw Alfred pale.
"Who is it?" You asked.
"Me." You turned round and saw who you thought was Kiku. But Kiku was sat on the other side of the room, talking to _______. You then took a closer look. He had red eyes.
"W-Wait...you're Kuro!" YOu said. He smirked and nodded.
"Took you long enough to figure out. Now get up." He said. You stood up and looked at him. His jeans were all torn up and he wore a black t-shirt with a picture of the rising sun symbol on it. He walked over to the closet door and opened it, looking at you. You walked inside and he followed, closing the door behind him. He probably knew that you liked
Seven minutes in heaven-Scotland"_______ got...Scotland?" Alfred asked himself. You looked at the packet of ciggarettes(?) and looked over at the red haired Kirkland brother. He was leaning against the nearest wall, ciggarette in his mouth and looking at you. He was wearing torn up jeans, a t-shirt with his flag on it and a thick leather jacket. You stood up and he smiled.Seven minutes in heaven-Scotland in Romance More Like This
"Come on then lass." (Is that welsh?!) He said, opening the door for you. You smiled. He was as much of a gentleman as his brother. You walked in and he closed the door behind you both. You could smell the smoke and wrinkled your nose.
"You do know they are bad for you." You said, taking the ciggarette out of his mouth and stubbing it out on one of the walls. You saw him frown and reach for the packet you had in your hands. You held it behind you.
"You're not smoking in here. I don't like the smell." You said. You saw him raise an eyebrow then smile.
"Oh really? We'll see about that." He said, before pulling you into a kiss. That surprised you grea
Seven minutes in heaven-Prussia~ Beware had sexual themes....and Prussia's awesomeness.~Seven minutes in heaven-Prussia in Romance More Like This
"_______ got Gilbert, niiiiice." Alfred said, winking at you. You blushed furiously. Alfred knew of your crush on the Prussian maniac. You had just never said anything, you thought his ego was big enough as it was.
"Kesesese!!" You heard the familiar laugh as he swaggered up next to you. (Bitch got swag!!! *shot*) Your blush increased when you saw what he was wearing. He was wearing a blue shirt, buttoned halfway, with the ever existant cross necklace hung round his neck. He wore black skinny jeans and a pair of grey trainers and a pair of black fingerless gloves.
"Hello frau, I see you couldn't resist my awesomeness." He said smiling. You looked away from him as he dragged you towards the closet.
"Keep it to PG-13!" You heard Alfred yell before the door slammed shut. You tried to speak but you simply stammered, cursing at yourself for acting like such an idiot. You heard him laugh quietly before you noticed those ruby red eyes
Seven minutes in heaven-England"_______ got Arthur!!!" Alfred laughed, causing you to almost drop the small, white teacup that was in your hand. You looked round for the blond haired, green eyed man, to find him dressed in his punk attire. It was something he hardly ever wore but you absolutely loved it. Those torn up jeans and the union jack t-shirt. You smiled as he walked over to you and helped you up.Seven minutes in heaven-England in Romance More Like This
"Come on love." He said, opening the closet door for you. He was a gentleman of course. The closet was rather small, and no matter how you both moved, you were still almost touching eachother. You sighed and looked at Arthur. He had a frown on his face.
"You didn't want to come in here with me did you?" You asked shyly. His facial expression changed.
"No! I mean...No love, I'm just annoyed at America. So what are going to do in here for seven minutes?" He asked.
You blushed. You had a pretty good idea what you wanted to do, but you didn't want to say anything. You shook your head, hoping to calm the blush. Arthur r
Seven minutes in heaven-Canada"_____ got-who is this?" Alfred asked, looking at the maple leaf in your hand. You frowned at him and sighed.Seven minutes in heaven-Canada in Romance More Like This
"It's Mattie. You know, your little brother?" You said sourly, looking for the invisible nation. Alfred blinked a few times before sweatdropping.
"Oh yeah. Sorry." He said. You finally managed to find Matthew, sitting in a corner, cuddling Kumajiro.
"Come on Mattie. It's me and you." You said quietly. He looked at you and blushed.
"O-Ok..." He said, standing up and leaving his little bear on the seat. You were both shoved into the closet and had the door slammed in your faces.
"Don't get too frisky!" You heard Alfred yell.
"Sorry about this _______..." Matthew said, shifting about in the small space.
"Its fine Mattie. I don't mind." You said, smiling at him. He looked at you and smiled back. He then looked at the ground and began kneading his fingers together, something you thought was really quite cute.
"Ummm _______?" He asked. You could see the blush darken on his face.
SpainxReader Why is it always me?SpainxReaderSpainxReader Why is it always me? in General Fiction More Like This
Why is it always me?
Your parents weren't the most responsible adults in the world. They didn't at like adults at all. If anything, you were the adult and they were the over grown teenagers. Which is why you jumped at the chance to move out. Who could blame you? It was your first year of college. You wanted a new and more responsible life.
So you said yes, you didn't mind sharing a small house with his boss's son. And yes, it didn't matter that it was a half hour walk to the college. And yes, it was really no trouble to find a job, because your parents had decided that it was time for you to grow independent.
You had to refrain from pointing out that you were the one who had helped your mother pay bills since you were fifteen.
But it was nice, finally free in a way. Sadly, your happy elevated mood only lasted for three seconds after you rang the door bell of the modest little house. Because that's when your new housemate opened
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Today was one of those days you whished you lived with normal people.
Gilbert had woken you up at the crack of dawn (Really 7:01) , to tell you that Francis and Him were going shoping.
An hour later when you had nearly fallen back asleep, dance music started to play. Very LOUD dance music. And you knew exactly who was playing it.
God Damn it. Rolling out of bed you sleeply stumbled into the living room. Ready to chew the Spaniard out.
Only you couldn't. You stared at the sight that greeted you, not knowing if you should laugh or faint from shock.
Antonio stood in the middle of the room in an gawdy pirate costume, grinning like an idiot. Knee-high boots, an open shirt, a huge hat and veeeeeeeeery tight pants.Not to mention a bunch of earings. It was the sexiest sight you had ever seen.
"What are you doing Antonio?" Trying your best not to stare, you fiddled with the hem of your shirt.
Angel!SpainxReaderAngel!SpainxReaderAngel!SpainxReader in General Fiction More Like This
You woke up ten minutes after your alarm went off. Scrambling out of bed, you rushed to get ready for the day. Your boss was adamant on employs arriving on time.
If they had an event for speed dressing at the Olympics, you would get gold medals every time.
Even though you had probably broken the World record for getting ready, you were still late for your job by five minutes.
Your employer, Mr.Kirkland, lectured you on 'Showing up on time' and 'Shouldn't look like you had let a baboon dress you'
After suffering this indignity, you were sent to the store room to stack crates tea boxes on their proper shelves.
"I don't know how you do this every day Berwald."
The tall Swedish man smiled slightly, shaking his head. "It's not that bad."
You rolled your eyes, "My shoulders feel like they're about to fall off and it's not even lunch time."
Berwald patted your back, silently going about his job. You noticed that he took
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Bad Touch TrioxReader
"FRANSIS BONNEFOY!!! YOU GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!!!!" You screamed running after the laughing frenchman.
Sliding around a corner, you jumped down the stairs of the small house you shared with the three members of BTT.
Francis had gone to far.
He could slap your ass, he could steal kisses, but he could NOT take your last bar of chocolate.
To others this would seem silly. Its just chocolate right?
You were a chocoholic and proud of it! And you deserved that chocolate damn it! You had a shitty day at work and you were looking forward to that bar all day.
For some reason it was the only one in your secret stash drawer. You were pretty sure you had atleast three in there. But before you could consider, Francis had leaned over your shoulder and snatched it away.
Running into the living room, your foot caught on something, causing you to fall face first onto to the floor.
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You looked around at the large group of cats and bit your thumb nail. This was going to be harder than you thought.
"Take your time." Elizabeta grinned "It's a big decision getting a pet!"
You nodded, staring down at the cats gathered at your feet. They were all extremely cute.
A short-haired white cat streaked past you, followed by a much larger and fluffier long-haired white cat. A third cat, also white, but with beige patches, followed lazily.
The little cross on his collar jangled merrily.
Pausing the cat turned and looked up at you. You stared down at him, his odd green eyes seeming to sparkle.
"What's this guys name?" You crouched down and patted his head.
"Antonio, he's one of the friendliest cats we have." Elizabeta crouched next to you, smiling at the cat.
"I'll take him!"
Antonio sat in the passenger seat, his little face pressed up against the mesh of the cat carrier.
"I hope you like your new home
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Of Course I have a Boyfriend
Sometimes it was hard having three males as your roommates. It was hard seeing them leave on dates with different women, sometime men. You hated it when they came back, laughing.
And you really hated it when they teased you about your lack of a serious relation ship.
Not tonight. Tonight, you were going to prove them wrong. Or at least pretend to.
You put the finishing touches on your makeup, a splash of bright red for your lips. Smoky gray eyeliner rimmed your eyes. Your hair was styled in a way that best complimented your features. A deep crimson dress with fishnet stockings clad your body like a sort of armor.
When you entered the living room, you tried not to smirk. All three of them were staring, eyes wide. Gilbert didn't notice that he was dripping beer down his front, Antonio was oblivious to the fact that the tomato he had been cutting was reduced to a pulp and Francis was gaping, his w
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Bad Idea Part 2
It had to be the hottest day of summer. You were sprawled on your bedroom floor in a yellow tank top and black shorts. The radio crackled on. "And todays forcast. In the high 90's for most of the day, creeping into the 100's by this afternoon."
You groaned. That meant you were going to be stuck in the house all day. At least the A/C worked. Kinda. It had a bad habit of sputtering and giving out only to turn its self back on.
"Why are you on the floor chica?" Twisting your head you smiled up at Antonio, one of the guys you had shared this house with for the past year and a half.
"Lets go out side chica!! It's beautiful out!" You stared at him, "Dude its almost 97 degrees out there." He grinned "So? We could have a water fight!" It sounded tempting. Very very tempting. "Will Gil and Francis be playing?"
He shrugged, "I dunno,
BTTxReaderBad IdeaBTTxReader in General Fiction More Like This
You knew sharing a house with three guys wasn't a good idea. Far from it, it was a BAD idea.
If only you had realized that sooner.
"Ding Dong" You pressed the doorbell for the fifth time. Scowling you shifted your hold on the three bags you had under one arm. What the hell was taking them so long? You hadn't met the guys yet and already you were pissed at them.
"Are you their new, uh room mate?" a female voice came from the right. You twisted to look towards the voice. A brown haired girl stood on a well trimmed lawn.
"Yes...I guess I am." You smiled "Are they home?".
She grimaced "Honestly I don't know." Sighing you set your bags down and sat on the front step. "Great..... I'll have to wait for them." She looked at you sympateticaly. "I'm Elizabeta, and I
Neko-GermanyxReaderNeko-GermanyxReaderNeko-GermanyxReader in General Fiction More Like This
You stared intently at the cats around you. You wanted a self-sufficent cat. One that wouldn't need you around 24-7
A smoky-gray cat with icy-blue eyes caught your attention. Actually it was the energetic tabby that was running in circles next to him, that first caught your attention.
"Is he up for adoption?" You pointed at the gray cat.
Elizabeta nodded, picking him up and shoving him in your arms. "Yup."
You stared down at the cat. He looked like he was scowling.
"Doesn't he need a cat-carrier?" You patted his smooth head.
"Nope. He's a really well behaved cat." She picked up a stack of papers, "He's like a little soldier or something. He keeps the other cats in line and never acts up."
"What's his name?" You signed paper after paper.
"Weeeell at first we called him Ludwig. But recently we've started to call him Germouser."
Huh. Kind of a strange name for a cat. But whatever.
-----Tiny time skip-----
Elizabeta was right.
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"We have a really big selection of cats as you can see." Elizabeta laughed.
She was right. You didn't think you had ever seen as many cats as there were in this place. A small tabby rubbed up against your leg. He had a funny curl on his head.
"Thats Itabby." she pointed to a dark gray cat, "Thats his friend Germouser."
Nodding you crouched, patting the cat's head. A rather large white cat sauntered up to you. He had a friendly air about him.
"Whats this guys name?" You rubbed a hand across his fluffy head.
Elizabeta raised an eyebrow, "Thats Francis. He likes to cause trouble." You stared at the cat. He winked up at you.
Kinda weird for a cat.......
"He really doesn't look like he causes that much trouble." You mused aloud.
Elizabeta snorted. "Between him and his friends....." She motioned towards two cats sitting across the room. They were also white, although one had beige patches of fur.
The fluffy cat loo
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“Ugg, you’re so annoying!” you shouted at the Spaniard.
Antonio had been following you and annoying you everywhere.
“Señorita ___________, wait for me!”
You turned around to face him, “Antonio Carriedo. Leave. Me. ALONE!”
He looked hurt, “But __________-.”
“No!” you snapped, “I’m sick of you following me around like a lost puppy! Go bother someone else!”
Toni took a step back and the turned around and ran off.
“Thank God,” you murmured and walked away.
A week later you noticed a strange empty feeling in your stomach…you didn’t know why, but you got this feeling that something was missing.
“Lovino…do you know where Toni is?”
The Italian scowled at you, “Probably under the bleachers, as usual. Nice job you witch.”
Your eyes widened as he walked off. However you went to find the silly Spaniard.
“Toni…Toni are you here?”
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You moaned as the sound of your cell phone went off. Grumbling about how stupid people can be and how impolite it was to call at 3 o'clock in the morning you stumbling around your room trying to find your phone.
"Who is it?" you asked completely out of it.
For a moment you didn't recognize the voice, but that accent you could defiantly place, "Italy? What on earth are you doing calling at three?"
"R-Romano and I need your hel-ahhhhhh!"
You heard a voice in the background, "Hang up the damn phone idiota!"
"B-but fratello, _________ can help us ah ah ah ah ah!!"
"Italy, are you alright?" you asked into the phone, "Italy? Italy?" Then the phone went dead. Groaning you put on your shoes and grabbed your car keys. "What has that idiot gotten himself into now?"
Tired out of your mind you made your way to Italy's house.
Thanking God that Italy had given you a spare you unlocked the door and walked into his house. There say the two Italy brothers fussing over…hair…
"Hair?" you a
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"Our ship has been taken!" Eliza shouted running away from the monstrous ship that had gotten near your small sailing ship.
"Hey ladies!" shouted a man with a Spanish accent. You grabbed a piece of splintered wood and prepared to defend yourself and your friend. "Who don't you put hat stick down and come along peacefully, si?"
"No," you said and swung your 'weapon' at the Spanish invader. "Leave us alone we have nothing you want!"
The Spanish pirate laughed, "But I think you do. I mean you're here aren't you, chica?"
You gave him a dry laugh, "Very funny, I know some Spanish too. Tu es un bastardo!"
"Toni we got the girl, are you ready to go?
Toni, who at the moment looked very distracted at what you said, "S-si." He ran over and tried to grab you, but you swung the stick right in front of him. Just missing him.
"Come at me!"
"You couldn't possibly hit me-hay!" You smacked him on the arm with your stick.
"Try me cerdo (pig)," you shouted getting ready to hit him again.
Toni shot at you
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"__________, this is Toni," your mother said, "his mother and I have some business to discuss. Why don't you go play?"
You nodded and held your Bob the Tomato plushie tighter.
Toni was play with blocks with two babies, when he looked up you could see his eyes brighten. "Hi!"
You waved shyly.
"I'm Toni, who are you?"
"Do you want to play with me?"
You nodded and sat down.
He pointed to the two babies, "This is Lovi and Feli."
Bob creased as you held him tighter.
"Do you like tomatoes?"
Looking down you noticed he had noticed your toy. "Y-yes."
He smiled, he was missing his two front teeth, "I think you and I will become best friends."
Toni could remember to this day how he met __________. She was so shy when he first met her, now she was bubbly and outgoing like he was.
It had been around two years ago that he realized he didn't like ___________ anymore. There was no way he could ever view her as a friend ever again. He was in love with her, it was l
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Life in high school had only gotten more complicated since you found out that all three members of the Bad Touch Trio loved you. Each one had tried to get you to confess. In other words you had to choose which one of these sexy men you liked more.
Gilbert had taken you out drinking with a video camera. However he was thwarted by the fact that your IDs were found to be fakes.
Antonio had taken you out on a date. It was nice and you gave him a small kiss on the cheek afterwards, but it never went any further.
Then there was Francis who had gotten you in the closet and tried to 'kiss' you. Well the two of you were interrupted by Alfred who proceeded in playing the 'hero' and rescuing you from him.
Now you were here, hiding under the bleachers.
"____________!" shouted Toni.
"Come on chérie, please!"
You didn't move, only took a deep breath and tried to relax. If they only gave you room to breathe. How on earth could they expect you to pick between them. The
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"Nik I'm sorry I'm going to have to cancel," you said into the phone. "Maybe you and I can go on a date another time ok?"
"_________," his voice was oddly calm. "You aren't seeing someone else aren't you? That's it who's there if it's that pervert Francis I'll kill him!"
You tried to calm down your very overprotective boyfriend. "No Nik I'm fine. I just can't-Nik…Nikolai?" He had hung up.
Thinking back on your relationship you realized he'd always been like this. It all really started in the ninth grade when you first transferred to Ailateh High.
*Cue flashback sequence*
"Class this is ___________ _________, she's new so I want you all to give her a warm welcome," said the teacher. "__________, why don't you sit by Nikolai. Nik would you please raise your hand?"
A young man with silver blonde hair raised his hand. You took the empty seat next to him. During the entire class he stared at you. However finally class was over and you could confront your strange classmate.
"Hi my name is-."
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"Come on _________, just this one party," your friend Eliza begged. For weeks she had been trying to get you out of your basement and to one of the many parties that were being thrown for the last few months of the school year.
You looked up from your math homework, "For the last time no. However, if you want to go and get wasted be my guest."
"But ____________~ anybody who's anybody is going to be there!" she whined. "Please, please, please, please, plllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaase!"
"But Roderich is going to be there!" she whined. Her elaborate plan was to confess to him and if he didn't accept she could say she was drunk off her butt. "If I don't have a wingwoman I'm doomed!"
"Seriously wingwoman?" you asked. "Why don't you ask I don't know anybody but me!"
Eliza scowled, "I won't force you to wear a dress."
You glared at her.
"Ok, ok, I won't force you to dance either."
"Fine," you spat.
Eliza's face lit up, "Thank you, thank you, thank y
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"_________ I have another job for you," a smooth Italian voice whispered into your ear. You had been hired to the Vargas family since you were ten and, at that time, the heir's companion.
"It better not be to clean out the cat's litter box," you grumbled lowering the paper. "That is not in my job description."
Lovino, your childhood friend and boss, circled you and gave you one of his charming smiles, "Not like that bella ragazza. I was thinking more like, you and me at mio fratello's restaurant."
"Mr. Vargas it isn't my job to entertain you anymore," you snipped. After you turned fifteen, Romulus Vargas sent you to learn how to be an assassin. During that time you became ruthless and coldhearted. A relationship, even an abnormal one would be out of the question.
Lovino, head of the mafia, sighed, "___________, why do you hate me?"
Raising the paper so that it hid your face you said calmly, "I cannot hate the hand that feeds me Mr. Vargas."
"When are you going to call me Lovino again,"
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Groaning you looked to your watch. This was the third time he had been late. If he didn’t show up in the next ten minutes then you would leave and it would be the third time he had failed to show up. It wasn’t as if you didn’t know what he was doing.
Probably something to do with the “family business”.
“Madam, are you ready to order?”
You turned to look at the waiter, “Give him five more minutes.” With a sigh you gazed at the elegance around you. The soft glow of garden lights, the cool air of the outside balcony, the flicker of the candle on your table.
Glancing at the table inside you saw the Police Commissioner. Quickly you turned your face, you had made yourself well known in the crime world. People wanted other people to disappear? Well you were the magician. Putting your hand under the table you put it over the gun strapped to your thigh.
“Madam, are you ready to or-.”
“Just bring me the b
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"Al, Mat, get back here!" you shouted trying to call back your five year old twin sons.
Alfred and Matthew had run ahead on the beach, and out of your sights. "Ma! Ma! Look what I found!"
Alfred and Matthew soon came back within sights, Alfred holding in one hand, his brother's hand, and the other a sea shell. "It's beautiful Al."
"It's for you," he said putting it in your hand. Matthew let go of his twin's hand and grabbed onto your skirt.
"Mama, I wanna go home," he yawned, "I'm tired."
You looked up at the sun, "Well it does seem time for your nap."
Alfred jumped up and down, "I don't need a nap!"
Matthew reached up for you to carry him. "Mama…"
Making sure he had his teddy bear you picked him up and held him on your hip. With your other hand you took Alfred's hand, "Time to go Al. The beach can get mighty scary if you don't have someone to protect you."
"I'm not tired," he complained.
"You still need to get a nap while I make dinner," you said.
On the way back to your small cottage
The Beach- Spain EndingThe Beach- Spain Ending in Romance More Like This
signed Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
You smiled brightly at the name. Spain was the most fun loving, and tomato loving, person you knew so of course you had a huge crush on him. You were also friends with his best friend Romano, despite his bad attitude, and you both loved to tease him.
Spain also happened to be part of the bad touch trip, but you weren't sure why, he wasn't a perv like France or Prussia. Spain was heading out tomorrow for the day to pick tomatoes with Romano so you would have to talk to him after he got home.
You sighed and laid down in bed thinking of what to say to him. You knew he loved tomatoes but he would be out all day picking and probably wouldn't want anymore when he got home. He also like music. Hmm maybe you could set up some music.
That sounded like a good plan. You had CD's from Spain with music he would understand and you decided to play those tomorrow. You drifted off to sleep still planning the next days events.
The day past
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(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.
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Signed Honda Kiku
You smiled, it was the quiet Japanese man. The man you had been secretly crushing on for so long it seemed like centuries. Unfortunately you were like the man, quiet and to shy to tell him of your feelings.
He always seemed so distant. Always standing off to the side watching, barley speaking. And yet here he was, taking the first step. This couldn't wait until tomorrow.
You ran out the door, grabbing a cardigan on your way, and down the steps. You figured Kiku would be outside. You had seen him do this often, and luckily you were right. He was sitting on the sand staring out to the sea.
His arms were around his knees and his chin was resting atop them. You smiled and walked over to him. He didn't notice you until you were sitting beside him. You made sure not to touch him, he was adverse to physical touch.
Instead you just smiled at him.
"Oh herro _____."
"Can i sit here with you?"
You turned away from him to look over the dark waters. The
The Beach- Italy EndingThe Beach- Italy Ending in Romance More Like This
signed Feliciano Vargas
You put a hand over your mouth in shock. The cute, hyper, Italian had a crush on you? He was one of the sweetest men you knew and your were ecstatic about this news. You gripped the small note to your chest and smiled brightly.
All night you tossed and turned trying to decide how to tell the man that you like him too. There were so many options; take him on a boat -no he would get scared- or you could go hiking -no he would get tired-.
You sighed and stared up at the ceiling, wishing it would reveal your answer. What did the man like most? Pasta of course! You could take him out to a restaurant, wait no you were on an island with only countries there were no restaurants.
After at least another hour of contemplation, it hit you. You smiled once again and silently planned your day tomorrow.
You went to the small closet where you had placed your cloths and looked through the various items. You wanted to look girly today, so you picked out a s
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Signed Alfred F Jones aka THE HERO!!!!!
You had to laugh at his signature, it was just so...him. His handwriting was about as sloppy as his eating, but you were glad it was him. America was one of your best friends but he was also your secret crush.
You were ecstatic that he felt the same about you. You wondered if he would still be up at this time, yeah probably down in the basement playing video games. You quickly changed out of your day cloths and put on a comfy pair of sweats and a tank top.
Alfred wouldn't care that you were wearing pajamas, he would probably be to focused on his game or wearing pajamas himself. After sweeping your hair into a bun, you walked down the long flights of stairs to the basement door.
Through the oak you could hear pulsing music and cheering of a certain American. It was cute how he could be completely content playing all by himself while everyone else was asleep. You opened the door and walked down the last steps to the chilly basement.
The Beach- Iceland EndingThe Beach- Iceland Ending in Romance More Like This
Signed Emil Steilsson
It was the smallest Nordic, Iceland. He was white haired, blue eyed, and Puffin loving. He was pretty quite, like most of his brothers, but had always been sweet to you. Sure he smelled slightly like fish, but you still liked him.
Tomorrow you would tell him.
There was a ruckus downstairs when you awoke. You jumped out of bed and quickly pulled on some clothes. You flew down the steps and into the living room where the Nordics were looking worried.
"Has anyone seen Iceland?" Denmark was asking everyone and your heart dropped.
"What do you mean? Where's Iceland?"
"We can't find him!"
The words hurt. How could Iceland be missing, it was a small island. You ran out the door ignoring everyone's protests. The weather was dangerous. The wind was blowing painful raindrops into your eyes.
You could only see a few yards ahead of you, and you covered your eyes with one arm as you walked forward. You called out for the missing nation but got no answer. The
The Beach- Romano EndingThe Beach- Romano Ending in Romance More Like This
Signed Lovino Vargas
P.S. you better reply to this dammit!
Aww so the tsundere little man child had a crush on you. How interesting. On the outside Lovino was an angry man who swore like nobody's business, but on the inside he was actually a decent person.
Not that you got to see that side of him very often. His anger and spite at the world were for two reasons. One, he was constantly jealous of his little brother Feliciano. And two, it was his defense mechanism against his real feelings.
You were surprised he had actually written you a letter. You assumed he would have waited for you to make the first move. Okay so it was true, you liked the guy. He wasn't going to show his emotions easily, especially if there were others around.
You would have to get him alone.
*time skip to next day*
You got up earlier than usual and pull on a red sundress and flats for the day. You headed down to the kitchen, after grabbing a basket, and started to cook the food you would need.
Last night y
The Beach- Sweden EndingThe Beach- Sweden Ending in Romance More Like This
Signed Berwald Oxenstierna
You blushed. You also had a crush on the tall silent nation of Sweden. He didn't talk much but when he did you swooned. He usually hung out with his good friend Finland but he also liked to spend time with you.
Of course that meant you had to do most of the talking, but he was a very good listener. You were excited to tell him that you felt the same way but didn't want to disturb him this late at night.
The day was bright and hot. Perfect for swimming. You could already see a few nations in the surf, Sweden included. You pulled on your favorite bikini and grabbed a towel.
The beach sand was hot against your feet and you ran to the shore after setting down your towel. The water was cool and inviting and you dove in. It seemed to be only the Nordics in the water and Denmark was harassing Norway while Sweden was listening to Finland ramble on.
You waded over to the large man and smiled up at him. He blushed and nodded a greeting. You wanted to
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Signed Arthur Kirkland
So it was the Englishman. You giggled, you couldn't help it, he acted so agnsty all the time. The man couldn't cook to save his life and was most likely addicted to tea, but you still had a soft spot for him.
He didn't get along well with most of the other countries but he had always been nice to you, you had assumed it was because you were a lady but maybe it was more. You wished you could go to him right now but he would probably be asleep.
So tomorrow it is. You weren't sure exactly what you were going to do but you were too tired to worry about it now. You sank down into your fluffy sheets and dreamed about a certain gentleman.
You rolled over in the large bed as the sun shone on your face through the window. You glared at the ceiling hating the world. You rubbed the sleep away from your face but felt a sheet of paper on your cheek.
You pulled it off and looked at it. You sat up with a sudden burst of energy as you remembered the note from
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Signed Vash Zwingli
The chocolate, gun, loving Swiss man had a crush on you. You let out a small giggle as you set the small note on your counter. This was a guy who would shoot first and ask questions later, but he also loved his sister dearly.
Vash had a harsh exterior but he was a sweet guy at heart. You had been good friends with him since you were little. Over the years you too had developed feelings for him. You flopped back onto your bed your hand over your heart.
There was a small knock on your door and you jumped up to answer it, hoping it was Vash. But behind the door was not a stoic blond man, but a slim girl. It was Vash's sister Lili. She was standing by the door holding her hands in front of her.
"Hi Lili what are you doing up so late?"
"Well Brother was acting strangely and i wanted to talk to you. You're like a big sister to me."
"Oh well come in."
You let the small girl into the room and shut the door. She sat in a small chair as you sat on the be
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"Antonio answer your phone." You grumbled as you listened to the endless ringing of the phone. "Answer, answer, answer, answer!" You yelled.
"Hola, how may I help you?" Antonio's cheery voice said.
"Toni! Where have you been? You've haven't been answering my calls, I was really worried." You sighed curling yourself up on your chair.
"Lo siento mi amor, I have been very busy." Antonio apologized.
"With what? I miss my best friend." You stated.
"Why don't I just show you." He stated.
"Fine, is it at your house-"
"No, just go to 137 Privet Ave." Antonio laughed.
"Alright, I'll be over there in a few, see you soon Toni." You smiled.
"Bye mi amor." He laughed, a blush tainted your cheeks when he called you my love. You've always had a huge crush on the Spaniard but were too shy to say anything.
"Toni?" You called out as you entered the building Antonio told you to go to. The place was down an alley way, the inside of t
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It was a gorgeous summer day. The sun was shinning bright in the cloudless bright blue sky. You walked hand in hand with the little girl you were babysitting, Aryra. After an enormous amount of begging and whining, you had finally agreed to take her to the nearby park. Her green eyes grew big as the two of you neared the crowded park. She immediately let go of your hand and ran straight towards the swings.
"Push me!" she giggled as she climbed on the swing.
"Yeah I'm coming," you laughed as you made your way over to the little girl.
Except you never did get to her. You felt something ram into the side of your leg causing you to fall onto the pavement of the side-walk. You groaned as you sat up rubbing your head.
"Lovino! I told you to watch out for other people!" a voice scolded.
You opened in your eyes, revealing a small boy on a tricycle and a tall man scolding him. The little boy had dark brown hair with the most precious curl sticking out from the side. He looked like he was in a h
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"Come chica let's go to the Empire State building." Your friend Antonio suggested.
"Nein, she wants to go vith the awesome me and go to Times Square." Gilbert argued
"I think we have time to do both-"
Non, ma Cherie wants to go to Victoria's Secret with me non?" Francis winked.
"Francis! No!" You yelled but it was no use, your three friends were much louder than you were.
It was your birthday today, and to celebrate it the Bad Touch Trio, otherwise known as Antonio, Gilbert and Francis took you to New York for a couple days. Except it hadn't been the vacation you were looking forward too, you haven't even been here an hour and they were already arguing on where to go.
"Why don't we all just take a walk around New York today? And after that you each get a day to take me to where ever you
wish." You suggested.
"I agree mi amor." Antonio smiled.
"Oui, I do too." Francis sighed.
"Since I am the awesome Gilbert, tomorrow is my day with ____!" He proclaimed.
"Quoi? Non!" Francis yelled.
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You were just reading a book in your cosy living room when your ring tone began to echo through the room.
"Hello?" You asked.
"Hi-a ____!" You heard the familiar Italian accent of your boyfriend speak.
"Hi Feli. How are you?" You giggled.
"I am good bella! I was-a wondering if you wanted to come over tonight?" Feli eagerly asked.
"I'd love to Feli." You replied.
"Great! Come-a over at-a seven!" He exclaimed.
"Sure I'll see you there." You laughed.
"Ti amo bella!" He replied.
"I love you too Feli." You sighed as you hung up the phone.
You loved your Italian boyfriend with all your heart. He was just a bog ball of cuteness, he would always buy you flowers and call you bella. Even if you had to comfort him during a scary movie or after a day training with Ludwig, you still found it adorable. You both even had adopted a kitten together, although it mostly live over at Feli's house. You both still loved taking care of it together.
But lately Feliciano has been acting a little stand off-ish.
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"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
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"Idiota fratello! I don't-a want you hanging out with that-a potato bastard!" Your friend Feli's brother yelled at him. You could tell the smaller Italian was hurt that his big brother was angry at him, every time you came over Lovino would cuss up a storm. He especially had a hatred towards you for some unknown reason.
"Lovino that is enough!" You yelled at him. "Feli, go train with Ludwig or something I'll take care of your brother." You smiled to the smaller Italian.
"No! Don't-a you fuc-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence Lovino." You growled as Feli ran out the front door.
"Idiota ragazza!" Lovino screamed at you.
"You think I am an idiota ragazza, and you've known me for so long it must be so." You spat looking up at the amber eyed man. "Still I can't see if the true idiota is me."
"You are an idiota, bella." He mumbled under his breath.
"There is so much you don't know about me, so much that you don't know." You sighed walking away from Lovino and over to the la
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"I'll see you later." Your friend Mathias said as he kissed your cheek and handed you a white flower.
"Bye." You smiled as he walked off to go see the other Nordics.
You sighed as you examined the flower in your hands. You were at a park sitting on the edge of a large foutain that inhabited the middle of the park.
"Hey _____!" You heard a voice called you turned to see your friend Elizaveta running towards you carrying her usual frying pan.
"Hey Eliza." You smiled weakly, she came and sat next to you, resting the frying pan by her feet.
"What's wrong?" She sighed knowingly.
"I think you know." You sighed, smelling the flower Mathias gave you.
"I remember when you absolutely hated his guts." She laughed recalling the first day you met Mathias.
"Hey! Don't blame me! You know I just went through a really bad break up, he was exactly like most guys! Hell he still is!" You defended.
"Ah but ____, that's not how I remember it." Eliza laughed.
It was the first day back to school, it
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The sound of a basketball being dribbled on the ground echoed throughout the empty school hall. Curiously, you began to walk towards the lonely sound. Shoes squeaked against the floor as you heard the ball swoosh into the basket. You peered through the window of the gym's doors.
Immediately you noticed three guys, passing the orange ball back and forth. You pushed the gym doors open catching the attention of all three guys. Alfred, your best friend stood there with a large grin as he held the ball by his side. Arthur and Francis were fighting, from what your heard it was whether Francis got a letter or not.
"What are you guys doing?" you asked approaching the group.
"We are playing 'orse. Arthur 'ere, is failing miserably," Francis laughed.
"I am not!" the Brit screamed.
"Can I play?" you question.
"I don't know dude, I don't think a girl like you could play with guys like us." Alfred winked.
"Really now? I bet I could beat you in a game of horse." you smirked.
"You really think you co
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It was Autumn, the birds were chirping and the trees' leaves were falling. You loved the fall, the nights are getting longer and there was just a certain smell that made you smile. Your friends have been prompting you from summer to go on dates more and maybe find Mr. Right. Yet, you hated most of the guys who go to your school anyway. They are either arrogant, scary or just plain annoying.
Your friend Eliza was lucky she had Roderich, he is a nice guy, even though he was a short temper. Your friends have tried to set you on many dates before but they never seemed to work out. First they tried a guy named Gilbert, he was cute but really full of himself. The second was a Spaniard named Antonio who was indeed nice, just not for you. Then there was Francis, the Frenchman all the girls loved, sadly for him you weren't one of them.
"So how was your date with Francis?" Your friend Eliza eagerly asked as she caught you on your way to the courtyard.
"I didn't go on one." You smirked continued
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"A trip? I don't know you guys, I've never really been out of the country before." You confessed as you sat on the couch that belonged to your five Scandinavian friends.
"Come on ____! It'll be a new experience!" Your friend Mathias exclaimed as he held a beer bottle in his hands.
"But we'd have to ride a plane. I hate heights! You all know that!" You cried.
"Don't worry Emil here will sit beside you on the flight." Mathias winked shoving you into Emil who sat beside you on the couch.
"Shut up!" Emil blushed as you crawled off him, casting an annoyed glance at the laughing Dane.
"Fine, I'll go when does the plane leave?" You asked crossing your arms over your chest.
"An hour!" Tino smiled from beside Berwald.
"You guys are idiots. We better get going then!" An annoyed Lukas spat.
"You okay ____?" Emil asked his purple toned eyes full of concern.
"Yeah, just fine." You said shutting your eyes tight and gripping on to