I gotta whip and I'm not afraid to use it GermanyMore Like This
Riiiing! Riiiing! Riiiing!
You groan, hearing your cell phone blasting next to you on your nightstand. You were having such a nice dream, too! What made it so nice? It couldn't be because of the blonde-haired, G. I. Joe soldier come to life, dripping wet from splashing around, man who trains you. No, it had to be the beach water that made your dream so great...Yeah, that's it. Smirk, smirk.
Answer it? No, you'll pass on that. It's not like you didn't love watching Germany getting all pumped up and sweaty-I mean, training hard with him. But today, you just wanted some alone time. Away from the ever-so quiet Japan, flirtatious Italy, and the yum-GERMANY! You weren't going to think 'yummy', never...Besides, he was all training, no love life action. Though, it didn't mean you couldn't...admire him, right?
After being taken in by the Axis alliance a year ago, you found yourself strongly attracted to Germany. Love? Maybe yes, maybe no. You weren't sure, that could be because
[APH] Strip Poker - AmericaxReaderA low chuckle escaped her as she spun around quickly. The voice over the phone was loud but sweet. She smiled widely, just hearing his voice. Looking outside, she made sure he wasn’t sitting out on her lawn. Except, she noticed him walking down the sidewalk, as if he was just passing by.More Like This
“Alfred, what are you doing?”
He laughed again over the phone, and she watched him from the window. “I wanted to play a game with you. I haven’t seen you a while anyways.” His figure in the dark was looking around, and she could tell he saw her sitting on the windowsill. Walking closer, he stood in front of her house. “Can I come in?”
Grinning, she nodded and hung up the phone. Running to the door, she opened it just as he walked up the two steps. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Her face was pressed against the crook of his neck, and she could smell his cologne, making her giggle. Walking to the kitchen, he sat down some drinks
PrussiaxReader Awesome Pick-Up LinesYou straightened your leather jacket. You looked good, and you felt good, but it was still strange to go from your ‘Pavlov: That name rings a bell” shirt and converse to a leather jacket and black high heels. You sighed.More Like This
“Do I really have to do this, Eliza?” You pouted at her, but she was adamant.
“Yes. When was the last time you even spoke to a guy? You need to get out more.” She stated matter-of-factly. Eliza was the cause of your transformation. She had dragged you around your house, insisting on picking out your clothes and putting on your makeup. She did a good job, but you weren’t about to admit it.
“Come on!” She had you by the wrist as she dragged you outside.
You leaned against the bar with Eliza, looking down at your drink. Eliza looked at you and rolled her eyes.
“It’s not that hard, (Name). Look.” Eliza walked confidently over to a man further down the bar. The two chatted for one minute
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The light from your laptop was the only thing illuminating your dark and silent living room right now. Your physics teacher had assigned some work for you to accomplish, and being the procrastinator you are, you decided to get started the day before it was due. To make things uglier, it was Monday. Everybody. Hates. Mondays. You felt like grabbing one of your pillows and screaming all of your troubles into it right now.
Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, the lights were flicked open and Gilbert showed up in front of you, holding a bouquet of fuchsias.
"Surprise, fräulein!" His eyes were closed in delight as his signature smirk was plastered over his pale face.
Normally, you would have squealed and tackled him to the ground. But seeing as though stress had already taken control, you simply sighed and resumed to finishing your work on the computer. You had no time right now to talk to your boyfriend.
"What do you want, Gil?" You sharply asked him.
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“Today has to be the most boring day in history.” Flopping yourself over the arm of your couch, you let out a loud, heavy breath. “There has to be something I can do.” After a moment or two of thinking, you had it. “I should go hang out with Prussia! He's always doing something awesome. You changed out of your pajamas and jumped into your car, speeding all the way to Prussia's house. Once there, you jumped from your seat and quickly shut the door. You weren't prepared for what you saw next. “W-what the, that can't be Prussia.”
Prussia was kneeling on the ground, face hands, and arms all covered in dirt. He was humming to himself as he pressed a small hydrangea into the soil, making sure it was packed in tight. “That's the last one, now for the sweet peas.” Seeing you was an obvious, unwelcome shock. Still, Prussia tried to keep calm. “W-what are you doing here?”
“I was bored, so I thought
PrussiaxReader-A not so innocent summer pocky gameIt was a hot summer day out, probably the hottest summer day to date according to the weather, and so, you decided to just stay at your home and waste the entire day browsing the internet or watching your favourite TV shows. You would have loved to go out, maybe go to the beach with your pals or something, but these two words haunted your mind every time you made your plans: "Sun Burns".More Like This
You did think of using sun-screen, but your lovely house-mate has brought the entire bottle when she went on a one-week, out of town trip. Alas, it's one of the many perks of having someone who believes in the "what's mine is yours, what's yours is mine" principle living with you. She did ask if you were ever going to use it, you just said no cause you didn't really have any plans of going out for the rest of the week.
You decided to just browse the internet at first, therefore, you opened your computer. You also opened your electric fan and faced it to yourself in hopes of cooling yourself. Ho
She's not afraid: Prussia x ReaderA window creaked opened and a leg pale from the moonlight slipped out. As the feminine figure dropped to the ground from the second story, another figure appeared from behind a tree.More Like This
"_______! Hurry up, it's not cool to keep ze awesome me vaiting!" He hissed. A laugh escaped her lips as she ran across the lawn. Tripping over something, she plowed right into the man. She laughed harder then looked down into his ruby orbs.
"Hey Gil~" She snickered. His eyes narrowed slightly then quickly widened as she planted a kiss on his lips. His arms attempted to wrap around her, but the pressure of her body was suddenly gone. "Come on slow poke!!" She ran to the car. "My brother's gonna get pissed!" Right as she said it, a window on the second story lit up. His silver brows rose as he scrambled to get up.
"What the bloody hell is going on out there!!"
"Get in dumb ass!" She called from his convertible BMW.
"________!!!!!" Her brother screamed, which was met with sly grin.
PrussiaxReader~ Basement Boredom"Thanks for letting me stay at your place for a bit, Ludwig." You said to the tall blonde who was helping put your bags in one of the guest rooms.More Like This
"It's fine ____. It's the least I could do since Feliciano burned your house down." He said as the last of your stuff were finally put in the drawers.
You sighed. "Yeah, rebuilding my house will take a while. No one got hurt, and that's good."
He nodded. Looking at the clock, which was a whole four hours ahead of your time zone, you saw it was already 8 o'clock. Suddenly your stomach rumbled, causing you to be tinted pink with slight embarrassment.
"Don't worry _____. I have some leftover wurst if you would like." He said as he led you to the kitchen where eight sausages laid on a plate. "After that I'm going to get some rest."
After having some dinner, you said goodnight to Ludwig who was going to sleep. Unlike him though, you were completely wide awake. As you rolled around in your bed. Then very faintly, you heard music come from the air
PrussiaXReader-Strip PokerThis party was chaos. Not the good chaos where someone says this is a really bad idea, and you can just say that's why it's a good idea! This was risky, straight-up dangerous stuff happening here.More Like This
You were afraid to open any doors to bedrooms or bathrooms because of what you might have found. Seeing awkward virgins taking a stab at third base isn't your cup of tea, thank you very much. Taking one sip of the "punch," you quickly realized it was spiked with at least three kinds of liquor and promptly dumped it out. Throwing open the fridge, you grabbed a Coke that looked untouched. You sat in a corner, sipping your soda and picking the polish off your nails, leaving dark green flakes on your jeans.
You could leave. You had come with a couple friends, but they quickly ditched you to hang out with their boyfriends. Couldn't really blame them, you weren't much fun at parties anyway. You weren't much of a talker, much prefered to nurse your drink quietly and throw
SpainxReader AnythingHe remembers when he was young, when the grass grew tall and the days stretched out into endless moments of passion. He remembers hiding in the tall brush, watching, waiting. He crouched low, pulling one large strand of grass aside, and gasped as decadent beauty graced his innocent eyes from between the leafy green strands. There she was, walking along the path with a beautiful orange lily perched in her hair, with petals spread wide like the sun. She glowed. He was certain of it. She was an angel. That he remembered well. She smiled, bending over to pick a Gazania flower. Her breathtaking beam commanded sunlight down through his chest and stomach, making his knees wobble uncontrollably. She brought the flower to her nose, taking in a deep, soothing breath. Antonio watched in awe, unable to move from the tall grass. God, she was beautiful. More beautiful than the grass, than the ocean, even more than the flowers he gave to his mama on her birthday. A gust of wind blew over the pasture,More Like This
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Soccer. You had hated the sport ever since third grade. So you didn't know what to do when your best friend Feliciano called you to ask you if you wanted to play "Calcio". He knew you hated soccer too, so why did he call you?
"Toni's going to be there," there was your reason. You could almost picture the Italian smirking. It was so unlike him most of the time, but when it came down to you, Feli's "Migliore Amico per Sempre!", and Toni, his brother's best friend, there was nothing more fun to deal with.
You groaned, Toni was the deal breaker, "Fine, it's just for fun though... right?"
"Of-a course il mio amico!" he said rather quickly, his words almost jumbling over themselves, "It starts in half an hour at the park on Fifth Street, bye!" You looked at the clock. Thirty minutes. You'd have plenty of time. Okay now what to wear?
Nantucket. - America x Reader.Meeting Alfred F. Jones for the first time was quite the thing.More Like This
His interesting personality; jaunty, obnoxious and definitely loud was a great factor.
With his cowlick - Nantucket and glasses - Texas; it was already like America packed in one.
And for some odd reason, his friends did call him America. Why? You didn't know.
Alfred came rushing into your room one morning after a short sleepover, as he was begging you to watch horror movies with him - but it all ended badly, with Alfred literally on you, about to wet his pants from his level of fright.
"(Name)!" You heard him yell over the top of his lungs.
"What is it, Al?" You sat up in your bed, pushing your pillow against your bed.
"Want to watch another movie?"
"Not a horror one. I don't need you pouncing on me." Alfred let out a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his head.
"Romance then! I know you girls love those things!" You were about to deny as Alfred pulled you out onto the sofa.
The movie started t
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You woke up the next morning on the floor of your bathroom, a small puddle of blood around your hand. You jolted up and saw that you had a cut on your wrist. Then the events of last night came flooding in. You sighed and stood, going to the sink to wash off your wrist and hand. You then grabbed a rag and wetted it, washing off the floor where the blood was.
Dropping off the rag in the laundry room, you searched your closet for the first aid kit. After finding it, you grabbed a bandaid and covered the cut on your wrist. You went to the kitchen and grabbed a piece of bread and slowly ate it. You sighed and thought about last night. How you felt after you cut your wrist, the pain from your heart went to your wrist, making you feel happy and a bit woozy. You thought more about it and more and more and more. Then you decided that you should do it more, seeing as that you didn't know what else to do.
You looked towards the knives in the knife block, watching them tempt you to come use them o
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Germany and America rushed you to the hospital, America driving, Germany keeping pressure on both of your wounds. When there, America ran inside the hospital, then back out with a bunch of nurses and doctors with a rolling bed.
America opened the door and one of there nurses and doctors grabbed onto you and put you on the bed. Then they all rushed you in, one doctors on the bed with you, feeling for a pulse. One nurse led Germany and America inside, giving them a set of clothes so they wouldn't be in their clothes with your blood on them.
Hours have past and everyone was there. The nordics, allies, axis, and the neutrals. Finland was asleep in Sweden's lap, Norway had Denmark's head on his shoulder, asleep, and the others were just waiting, worried. Then the doctor came in to the waiting room.
" (last name) (first name)?" he asked
Everyone stood, worried.
"She's alright for now, but we need a certain blood type, she has one of there rarest" he replied
"Ve~ What-a is it?" Italy asked
Teacher!America x Student!Reader - DresscodeQuick, get dressed! Gosh dangwhere were all your clothes?More Like This
You tried to recall the last time you ran a wash. More than a week ago. That explained it.
Now you scraped the back of your dresser drawers for something that didn't break the dress code. "Arugh!" The minutes on that clock were changing far too fast. Well you had to wear something. You tugged on a really tight pair of jeans, which felt a little like a push-up bra for your butt at the moment. Shoving your feet into a pair of tennis shoes, you donned a very lacy, tight camisole with thin straps. Over that, you wore a cute graphic tee you hardly ever got to wear, because it was an off-the-shoulder scoop neck, a detail you hadn't noticed when you bought it on clearance.
You brushed your hair quickly, muttering a curse as you checked the clock again, and grabbed your school supplies, leaving the house without breakfast.
Your heart sped and you blushed as you halted your brisk-walk in front of the blue door to your fir
[Hetalia] America x Reader - GamersYay! First country x reader fiction! Forgive me if I'm a little rusty on some parts. Got this inspiration while I was playing Master of Defense :3 Enjoy!More Like This
You were at the video game store, browsing some of the latest releases of your favourites. It had been a very stressful day, and it calmed you down to at least have some time just chilling out by browsing some collections. Your hat was covering the most of your face, and your scarf was disguising the fact that you were here. Your hometown had a bias against girls who played these kinds of games. If you were discovered, your life would be ruined. You saw that happen before, and it was really embarrassing. Honestly, it wasn't bad to play with strategy, armies, and some violence in your opinion. You were getting bored and were about to leave the store when you saw the game that you had been looking for all month. Rushing, you grabbed it when another hand yanked it out of your grip.
"Save this game for a heroic one like me!" the guy
Hetalia: Civil WarAmerica noticed the first signs of trouble before any human did, in the form of a dull ache all over his body. He didn't understand its true significance at that point, but instead pinned it down to working too late.More Like This
The pain began to grow sharper, more pronounced, as if he was being torn in half. He tried to ignore it as a nation, he always dealt with some form of pain but this was worse than what he could recall since the Revolution. By March, he had begun to see a stranger wandering around his house. America tried to talk to him, but the stranger never responded. He simply kept going about his business like America wasn't even there. The stranger looked more than a little like Alfred, and that gave him a sinking feeling. It couldn't possibly be...
April 12 brought the first attack. The stranger - the Confederacy - finally responded to America's presence, stabbing him in the stomach with a kitchen knife. America went pale, from both the injury and the shock. The Confede
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America sat alone in his bed, gazing intently into a small, worn handheld mirror as thunder rumbled ominously in the distance despite the afternoon sunlight that filtered lazily through the windows. He had awoken a couple hours ago with a throbbing headache and only fleeting memories of the events that had taken place. Alfred hadn't heard anything from the Confederacy since he had woken up. After weeks of the South's endless nagging in the back of his head, the silence was unsettling. Alfred allowed himself to believe that perhaps he had given up. The only sign of his rebellious counterpart was his left eye, which was a troubling, steely grey color instead of its usual clear blue.
Alfred stared at his slightly disheveled reflection pensively. "How the hell were you able to take control of me like that?" Alfred interrogated the frowning, sandy-haired nation in the mirror; half hoping that he wouldn't get a response.
I'm getting stronger. The South's voice came fr
2p!America X Reader X 2P!Canada- SportsMore Like This
Lame at baseball. That's how you were. You loved baseball, but when it comes to play it you just can't. Your mother told you to practice, that way you will learn and get better and thats' what you did. You played it every day after school, but nothing. The popular girls always laughed at you for playing boys sports. Like football, hockey. Yes, you were awesome at all sports, just not baseball and you hated that.
Right now, you were playing all alone baseball, trying to hit every ball that came towards you. You managed to hit some, but still not enough. Tomboy, that's what you were and the fact that you sucked at one sport made your blood boil in rage. After the final ball that you missed, you sighed in defeat and sat on the ground with a sad look on your face. You heard footsteps coming towards you and you turned your head to see Alfred, or Al how he liked to be called. He was the typical bad boy of the school along with his brother Mathew. When he saw you he just smirked.
"Why are you
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This is a sequel to "F.A.C.E: A Little Problem" & "F.A.C.E: Hidden Secrets" If you haven't read those yet please do so you know the back story. Thank you and please enjoy ^^
“Shoot!” You cursed under your breath as you dropped the last half of your (favorite hot drink) that you bought from the corner café. You rolled your eyes when a taxi drove by splashing you from a puddle left by the rain of that morning. You groaned looking down at your now wet clothing. “Really?” You shivered at the cold winds blowing. You just wanted to get home at this point. You turned stepping off the sidewalk as your right foot stepped into another puddle soaking your sock and shoe. You shook your head wishing this day was over when you felt cold liquid hit the top of your head socking into your (h/c) hair. You looked up seeing freezing cold water falling from the sky as you saw the rain falling harder into a down pour. You reached into your bag as you found you left you
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_____________ curled up next to Matthew in bed. He grinned and pulled her close. The couple decided to stay in that evening with only themselves for company. She had to admit, this year was the strangest, roughest, and most distressing year of their lives but the gained a lot and learned a lot this year. They were invited to a few parties but they decided that the best idea was just them being with their favorite person.
“The popcorn almost done, maple leaf?”
“Yeah, I already stirred it and it’ll be ready soon,” he grinned. Only she could make maple corn for him. He nuzzled her cheek lovingly. After Christmas, they dealt with the normal year end craziness, Francis needed ____________ to forge some records, Yao had her reroute a very illegal package, she tracked something for Ivan and after he bought it he needed the best transporter in the business to get it delivered for New Years Eve, and her final task was ordering and d
Dark Spain x Reader Sequel Crimson PalmsYou now have been a so called slave for about a week and you haven't seen Antonio since the day Lovino took you to him. You sat on the bed you were provided and clenched your fist. The waiting was agonizing. You knew he had to eventually call for you and all the damn waiting was slowly driving you insane.More Like This
You layed down and felt like screaming into one of the pillows. All that this never ending week seemed to give you was a bunch of boring jobs to clean and cook. Now you had expected this, but it was just annoying because you knew that wasn't the reason he wanted you here. If that had been the case he wouldn't have killed all those female slaves.
That night when they each were killed one by one was a nightmare. Sadly, it was a nightmare you couldn't wake up from and escape no matter how much you wanted to. The screams had been bloodcurling. Each one was extremely loud then died off in a instant to nothing.
The night had been a true thing of horror. You had burried your face into the pi