Mediterranean Lullaby - GreSeaSo peaceful.More Like This
Wind brushing his face, the salty smell of the Mediterranean; it was as if his mother was singing him to sleep as she had so many years ago, the familiar feeling making him sink deeper into his slumber.
"Hey, jerk! Wake up! You're supposed to teach me how to be a country!"
"Hnn...?" Greece rubbed his eyes, blinking away traces of sleep as his view came into focus. "Ah, Sealand."
Sealand crossed his arms as he let out an indignant huff, mustering up his most intimidating look to show Greece he meant business. "That's right! Now get up so we can go do nation stuff!"
Get up...? That wouldn't do. "Not everything a nation does is accomplished while he's awake, Sealand."
"Yeah right! How do you get things done while you're asleep?!"
At the precise moment that Sealand unfolded his arms Greece reached out and snatched one, lazily pulling Sealand into his lap. "No more talking. Time for a nap."
Sealand instantly began trying to wriggle free of Greece's hold. How on earth could some
Please Marry Me - SeaPolLight blonde hair styled fashionably.More Like This
The voice of an angel.
A figure any woman would envy.
And the most dazzling eyes Sealand had ever seen.
She was perfect.
Poland, as he had learned her name was only a short time ago, was the most beautiful creature that had ever walked the planet, as far as Sealand was concerned. He'd never had the opportunity to properly meet her (yet), but he planned to soon. Very soon indeed.
From his place under a bush Sealand could only discern Poland's gorgeous legs and the pants and shoes of a uniform, probably belonging to that faggot Lithuania.
Lithuania (or "Liet" as Poland addressed him) was the one thing standing between Sealand and True Love. After gossiping with Hungary for a while (as a nation it was his duty to know all about world affairs, and Hungary was more than willing to divulge such information), Sealand learned that Poland and Lithuania had been friends since childhood, and their relationship was so "moe". Sealand wasn't sure,
LatviaxReaer UnHappy RefrainLatviaxReaderMore Like This
(A/N: I'm writing 3 stories at once... Sorry if this is crap...
Also, the song used is Unhappy Refrain by Nano)
A rifle and a telecaster,
A chain of words that sound unhappy,
A road I walk around this lonely town,
You hate the digital sond that I make
You glanced downwards from your spot onto of the building.
Clutching your rifle closer to your body, you noticed how many people had arrived.
You had a mission, and you had to do it,
Or you'd be fired from the only job you could do.
I'll sing until my voice gives out on me,
Watching as the time passes by me,
Finally I have you were I want you,
Can't take any chances for fear I'd lose you
You mission was simple...
Kill the singer.
No one liked her, and she had gotten herself into quite some bother,
Especially with your client.
Hear the crowd is chanting 'encore',
My head is a two dementional dream,
See, this is the very last shot,
It's time to turn it all u
Latvia x Reader - Why, Good MorningMore Like This
"Well, men...and ____________."
You looked up from your gym bag at the mention of your last name.
You were part of an NFL team. The only girl member, like, ever.
All rules applied to you, plus the no-flirting an no-changing-infront-of-the-guys-some-are-married.
But hey, it was fun. It really was.
"This weekend, we're going abroad. To Riga, to be-"
"No way!!", you shouted, standing up off the bench in the locker room."You serious?!"
Your coach nodded slowly."__________...j-just sit down."
You sighed and flopped back down. Your teammate nudged you gently and gave you a smile. You smiled back.
"Now, we're going because apparently they have a football team over there and they wanna see how good they are compared to us Americans. Boys, you up to it?"
The coach nodded."Pack your bags and head home. Our flight leave at 4am tomorrow."
As you pulled your hair up into a bun, you were as excited as ever.
Your friend, Raivis Galante, lived in Riga. And you couldn'
Estonia x Reader -The Right Answer- 1Why am I taking this class again?More Like This
It was easy to ask that question so early on into your academic life. It wasn’t like you knew what you were going to need that physiology class for ten years down the road or that one formula about triangles. Chemistry, history, mathematics, second and third languages…it was all just…
“Hey…” a soft voice said in your direction. “Hey, _____________.”
Your eyes shot open. Shit, you had been dozing off!
“…Ms. ______________, perhaps you would be able to answer that question since you seemed to be so enthralled by the lecture,” your teacher said in an ominous voice.
Crap! you mentally cursed. Dammit!
“Pi times the square root of three…” a soft voice whispered. It was the same one that had barely saved you from doing a complete face-desk in class.
“Pi times the square root of three?” you said alo
Hiding in the closet pt. 1-LatviaxReaderYou knock on the door, slightly shivering as you wait for it to open in the freezing cold. At least you remembered a coat. After a moment, the door swung open and you were automatically greeted with a big hug. You smile and hug your boyfriend back, blushing at the thought of him, being as short as he was and tall as you were, pretty much smushing his face into your chest. Scratch that, not pretty much, he WAS smushing his face into your chest. Not in a perverted way though, more for fear.More Like This
"Um, what's up, love?" you ask him, your head tilted to the side.
He looked up so he was looking into your face and said, "B-Belarus has come to v-visit and she's in a bad mood!" A shiver went up your spine.
You pretended to look at a nonexistent watch on your wrist as you mumble, "Wow, Would you look at the time! I really must skedaddle, it was nice knowi-err-seeing you, bye!" You tried to pull away, horrified of Belarus' wrath, but he held you tighter, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes and
Freedom (Kitsuneboy!LatviaxReader)FreedomMore Like This
You sighed as you watched the clown act. Why were you here again? I mean its obvious you don't want to be here, yet here you are, sitting in the audience. Then you remembered. Your friends had thought you needed to have more 'fun', so they brought you to the circus that was in town.
Nothing really interested you until the ringmaster brought out something with a tarp over it. That really didn't peak your interest. What did, though, was what was inside it.
The tall, Russian ringmaster grabbed the ends of the tarp and removed it in a flash. Everyone gasped at what the cage contained.
Behind the tall, metal bars sat a young boy, merely about the age of 16 (your age) with red fox ears and tail. He had short, light brown hair and purple eyes. He would have been magnificent, if not for the tears in his eyes and the scars on his body.
Everyone watched, on edge, as the ring master opened the cage, grabbed the boy's tail harshly and dragged him out to be exposed t