You Say Good Morning: CanadaXReaderThe entire apartment was achingly silent. You prayed for the days to pass by quicker as you opened up your eyes. You stretched out your arms and found Kumajirou on Matthew's side of the bed.
Matthew loves cuddling his stuffed bear Kumajirou, and he doesn't go to sleep without it.
He would only do whenever he had to go somewhere else like he just did more than a week ago. He had to go to Europe and Asia for a business trip, while you had to stay in your homeland Canada.
You tried to hug Kumajirou, hoping to feel Matthew's warmth, but it still wasn't the same without him. You yanked your phone from your bedside to check if he left you a message.
Good morning. He texted you around 12am.
You wondered what time it was to where he could be.
Matthew's sweetness shows especially when he's away. He leaves messages for you every once in a while regardless where he is.
As reluctant as you could get, you went out of bed to start another day without Matthew. You turned on the radio and carri
I'll be waiting for you - Germany x ReaderMore Like This
I'll be waiting for you
Germany x Reader
[Arthor's Note: ...I don't know what compelled me to write this, but oh well! ( > w < ) Wrote this to make up about the other Germany x Reader fic I wrote not too long ago! The song is called 'Love Distance Long Affair'. Link to the song is in the description! So... Do you guys forgive me!? ( T ^ T )]
I'm going to hold my breath but it's painful, as to be expected
So I'm going to take a breath 3, 2, 1
But it's still painful it's still painful after all
How come you are not here?
How long has it been since you had moved away? A long time. That was how long. Even after you had moved away probably about a year ago, Germany had not been able to stop thinking about you. His friends had been trying to cheer him up, but not much has been working. The German really missed you greatly.
"Verdammit... I should have told her before she left..." He muttered to himself. His eyes were blankly staring at the paperwork before him, but he still had
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You lazily lie on your living room couch and flip through the TV channels. Soap operas, cooking shows, and infomercials zip by each other without a split second kept on the same show.
Aaaauuugh, there's nothing on~ You moan, feeling rather irritable at the moment. You wish there was something to do besides watch TV. Today is a Friday for goodness sakes! You should be out hanging with your friends at the mall or going to the movies or at least doing something semi-productive!
The kitchen is past the living room, down the long hallway, past the first bathroom, and to the right of the entry-way, but you could still hear the loud noise of an oven alarm ringing in your ears. Finally! You think to yourself as you jump to your feet.
Once in the kitchen, you slip on some brightly decorated potholders and open the furiously hot oven. They're perfect! &
N.ItalyxReader: Dream CatcherYou were breathing heavily, but you knew that you couldn't stop running. Tears were falling from your face. You turned for a while and saw this creature. It had devilish red eyes, which were scaring you, body like slime and it was creepy black. However, the worst was the sound that this monster was growling.More Like This
It was like shooting your heart with millions of needles. Suddenly you felt sharp pain on your belly. You looked at it and you saw a big bloody red sharp on it. You looked at your hands. They were covered with your own blood.
Suddenly your feet stopped and you couldn't move. You knew that this monster was coming nearby you; you wanted to turn around to look at it, but you couldn't; you wanted to scream, but you couldn't! Suddenly the ground, on which you were standing, started to break apart. You gasped and suddenly got your voice back. You screamed as loud as you could when you were falling into nothingness. Monster was falling right next to you and suddenly got in front of you
Love is Noticing the Little Things (Alfredxreader)Love isMore Like This
Noticing the little things.
Work sucks. Getting home that evening, I wanted nothing more than to crawl into the bathroom and take a long, hot bath, then climb into bed and lay there until sleep overtook me. No more thinking, just relaxing.
But no, of course that didn't happen. My super-hyper boyfriend decided to show up on this evening of all evenings, and declare a "movie night" without asking for my input. I didn't have the heart to throw him out once he threw those puppy dog eyes my way.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I stepped aside to let him in. Well, maybe I could still get that bath in after he left...
"Aww, baby, what's wrong?" I shut the door behind me after Alfred walked in. He quickly set the movies on the table to free his arms then came over to hug me. He held me loosely at arms length, concern shining in his blue eyes. "You can tell me. I am a hero, after all."
"No, I'm fine." I dismissed him, deciding it was better just to let it go. Work
ArthurxReader: Flowers, for youMore Like This
"I have some flowers for you, if you'd like-"
"I'll just leave them, alright?"
"Just get better, y-you better get better!"
Arthur places a beautiful bouquet of flowers right on your hospital bed as he storms off
the room. So, how long has it been? Perhaps maybe about 7-6 months you've been in that
bed. Your eyes never opened, because you were in a coma.
'It's all my fault.. If only I were to look out for her more this wouldn't have
happened..' Arthur thought to himself, clenching his fists. He sat down by the nearest chair in the hallway; where Alfred happened to be there to comfort Arthur.
"Come on Arthur, give it up, and just leave her for me!" Alfred says, placing his hand
onto the other. He's had a crush on Arthur since forever actually. But just as he was
about to ask Arthur out, you were asked out by Arthur instead. Which totally crushed his
feelings, but it's not like he had any grudge against you or anything,
PrussiaxReader Your fortune is clearYou see your crush Gilbert sitting on a park bench. You gather up your courage and make your way toward him. He turns toward you and smiles.More Like This
"Hey _________ come over here" he says.
You walk over and sit down next to him.
"__________ I want to tell you your fortune"
He takes your hand and writes down his phone number.
"Your future is clear" he says.
Spotting his friends he runs toward them, but comes back and kisses you on the cheek and whispering in your ear"call me" before running off to his friends. Leaving you stunned from the kiss on the park bench.
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You lazily walked out of the conference room, stressed that the productivity level was so damn low, like always. You weren't in the mood for anything since no one even listened to your ideas during the meeting. All you're hard work for nothing.
As you were turning down the hallway, you bumped into a tall figure, and dropped all your loose papers onto the floor.
" Did I just bump into you? Or did you bump into me?"
You looked up to see the personification of France grinning down at you. You rolled your eyes, "I'm not in the mood for this, France." You kneeled down and began collecting your papers, ignoring the hovering French in front of you.
"How do you feel about love at first sight? Or do I need to walk past you again?" He asked, examining the rose in his hand that he seemingly pulled out of nowhere. A light blush covered your face, but you hid it by keeping your head down, not responding. Yet he continued.
"Huh, looks like I'm feeling a little 'off' today; wo
APH: Story of the PhilippinesIt all began when Homo erectus set foot on the islands, followed by the Negritos. Starting in the 900, history was being recorded for the first time. Islam came to the country in the 12th century. Finally, in 1521, Spain and a Portuguese explorer named Ferdinand Magellan left to sail the ocean blue. They sailed to various places in the world, competing against England, France, and Belgium to stake their claim on new lands for resources and spread Christianity, and finding new countries such as Mexico, Cuba, and the Philippines.More Like This
Like her siblings, the Philippines was very defiant in being conquered and having to live in Spains house. Even tough she was physically weak, the Philippines was a strong-willed girl, and the cruel-hearted Spain had set his eyes on her and wanted her as his own.
When Magellan first set foot on her beloved islands and tried to persuade her to join Spain, she had Lapu-Lapu
Rapper America x Reader - Love Your JobThump, thump, your heart follows the beat you scratch up in the DJ booth that night. Your headphones only cover one ear so you hear the loud club beat in one ear and in the other pure flawless music. You love your job, yeah the hours suck sometime, but its totally worth it. You love mixing music and the never ending energy of the club.More Like This
You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to face your boss, Antonio. He's trying to tell you something, but you have to take off your headphones to hear. You only catch a few words of what he's saying. His deep Spanish accent doesn't help any.
"...new...just hired...rapper...popular...airplane...starts now..." Are the words and you groan inwardly. You can't stand working with rappers. They tend to be stuck up Prima Donas and always demand the stage and then they get all the credit, while you are ignored. But you trust Antonio's judge of character and hope that this guy isn't to bad. But when you see him walk up on stage you can't help but appreciate his
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You ran as fast as your little legs could carry you, and when he finally turned around and flashed you a smile, you were happy.
"Hello [Name]. How are you doing?" he asked sweetly, his voice soft and reassuring.
"I'm great Mattie! We should go to the park! Mama said it is a beautiful day today!" you exclaimed, jumping up and down and barely able to contain your excitement.
"Oh alright [Nickname]! Since I promised before…let’s go to the park!"
As your mothers walked behind the two of you chatting about what parents chat about, you held Canada's hand. At first he blushed at the close contact, they he quickly loosened up and flashed you a smile.
"Miss [Last Name]."
You sit up immediately, realizing you had just fallen asleep in class...how embarrassing...
"I would prefer it if you kept your eyes open when I teach my lesson Miss [Last Name]," your teacher snapped sharply.
"I-I apologize Ma’am; I didn't get enough-"
"No excuses. Detent
Felix ( PewDiePie ) X Reader 1/3Many people were laughing on the boardwalk, many girls were looking beautiful on the boardwalk; but the laugh that Felix loved most came from the girl who he thought was the most beautiful girl he would ever meet, (y/n).More Like This
See, (y/n) was a girl that was only a year younger than he was and had (h/c) that seemed to always look good no matter what, her eyes were the most beautiful shade of (e/c) he's seen. All together Mr.Kjellberg thought she was beautiful and knew he was in love; yet she didn't know of his feelings, but he planned to change that today which was why he brought her to the boardwalk.
"Want some?" His thoughts were interrupted as (y/n) spoke. He blinked before shaking his head and flashing a goofy smile
"I'm sorry, what?"
(Y/n) giggled slightly and held out some blue cotton candy "Would you like some?"
Felix smiled and took some "Thank you." He looked around before spotting the Ferris wheel, he wanted to confess to her like in some cheesy movie so if she rejected him he'd be
Pewdiepie X Reader 2/3"How's it going bros? My name is Peeeeeeewdipie and this here is my girlfriend, (Y/n)! If you didn't know already, we've been dating for a year as of today!" Felix had a goofy smile on his face "And noooo...I don't keep paying her to pretend"More Like This
"You still owe me for last ti-"
"Whaaaat? No I don't...Go home babe, you're drunk!"
"But-...I am home..." You crossed your arms and made a goofy pouting face. Felix laughed and kissed your nose before looking back at the camera
"I promise, this is such a legit relationship." You rolled your eyes and tried acting like you weren't interested but you couldn't help but smile at how your life was. You thought back to the boardwalk and got lost in your thoughts. Felix nudged you, causing you to blink and blush lightly
"What?" You looked at Felix and he busted out laughing
"Since we're going to visit (Y/n)'s parents for the holidays we decided to do a Q&A for her channel." You nodded smiling
"Yup! You guys tweeted in questions and we had Cry pick 26 of t
PewDiePie X Reader oneshotYou sighed and tucked a strand of (h/c) hair behind your ear. You were bored on a Saturday and considering the time it was in your country you doubted your long-distance boyfriend Felix to be awake. You logged on to Skype out of boredom and started messaging some of your friends online. After about an hour you were about to log off when you got a notification saying Felix was online. You raised an eyebrow as you heard the familiar sound of being invited to a video call, which you of course answered. You instantly smiled as soon as you saw his naturally messy hair.More Like This
"You need to shave!" You said with a laugh at the end. The hair on his chin was probably one strand away from becoming a full on beard.
He chuckled and waved his hand "Psht...Nah, people have been saying I looked absolutely fabulous with it." He did his 'fabulous' pose and you laughed.
You were a lucky fan, all because of your cousin Gary.
"Whatcha doing?" A man with hazel eyes and brown hair walked in.
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You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset
You watched as your longtime friend Felix tried to calm his girlfriend down.
She's going off about something that you said
Felix had told you that he had made a joke that was a bit racist and Marzia didn't like it.
'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do
You personally thought that it was hilarious but that didn't matter. You were the best friend, she was the girlfriend. You sighed and waved goodbye to a distracted Felix and went to your apartment. You and Felix had decided to check out a new video game store, but Marzia had called, and Felix wasn't even looking at the games.
I'm in my room, it's a typical Tuesday night, I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like
You had arrived back at your apartment and immediately plugged in your headphones. You listened to __music/genre__, a genre which Marzia didn't particularly care for. You were fine with that; you both liked too many of the same things anyway. Well, not really.
Scars (Canada x Reader)"_______..."More Like This
You jumped, Matthew's voice startling you from the scatter of thoughts occupying your mind. Your reaction caused the Canadian to flinch a bit in surprise, yelping out a small 'Maple!'.
"Sorry Mattie." You apologized with a self-conscious smile. "I got distracted for a sec."
Your friend hugged his bear closer to him and gave you a sheepish smile. "It's okay, ________. But..um, what was your answer for question 6?"
You and Matthew had been doing weekly study sessions for almost a month now. You had horrible grades in History, but scored excellently in Math. Vice versa, Matthew couldn't do math well, but scored very well in History. So you decided to help each other out once a week to hang out and to keep your grades from plunging. Yet recently, there had been some complications...
You looked down at your paper. Not one pen mark save for your name had touched the paper. The words of the questions swam before your eyes, jumbling together to make i
For Ivan Braginski LoversMore Like This
You sweep the large ball room of Ivan Braginski's (AKA Russia) house. You work as a maid in his household. Ivan allows you to play music as you work. You have you iPod hooked up to your little speakers at the other end of the ball room. Suddenly the song changes to "Once Upon a December" from the Anastasia movie. You smile. Yu've always loved this song, even though you know the sad story of Anastasia. You sway slightly to the music and start to sing.
"Dancing bears, painted wings," You sing, "Things I almost remember." Ivan steps into the door, hearing the music. He knows this song. He stands there silently as you continue to sing and dance.
"And a song someone sings, once upon a december," You sing, waltzing as if someone was dancing with you, "Someone holds me safe and warm. Horses prance through a silver storm. Figures dancing gracefully..."
"Across my memory," He sings, joining in and startling you. You stop the music, blushing.
"I'm sorry Mr. Braginski. Was the music too loud? Did
CanadaxReaderMore Like This
This storyline has been in my mind FOREVER
You ran through the building with a worried face. You had slept in this morning
and became late for the world meeting. You had also spilt your coffee on your favorite
shirt, so you became even later.
“Sorry!” You cried as you bumped passed someone.
As you said sorry, you turned around and saw a polar bear. He blinked at you a
few times before turning around to an
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"Where are you?" You asked impatiently into your phone. There you stood in a crowded ice rink all alone. You had already been waiting for over twenty minutes for your friend before you decided to call her.
"Well, lets just say I won't be at the ice rink tonight." She began, sounding hoarse.
"Why?" You asked.
"I'm sick. I'll save you the details, but lets just say I became sick recently." She explained.
"Oh Are you okay? Do you want me to come over?" You asked, worried about your friend.
"No, ____________. Stay at the rink! Have some fun! I'm there with you in spirit!" She said as she hung up the phone.
So much for a girls night out. You took a look around the packed arena. There were two large rinks, an arcade, and a small snack bar. What were you supposed to do without your friend? You didn't want to look like a complete loner out on the ice, but you didn't want to drive all the way home and have come here for nothing. Taking another glance at your surrou
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~Canada X Reader: Taste Test~
You were walking around your neighborhood, looking for something to do. As you were walking along the sidewalk, you stop in front of Alfred and Matthew's house. You had liked to bug Alfred, and you liked to talk to Matthew. The way he looked into your (e/c) eyes, with his grey ones. You decided that you would go over, and see what they were up too!
Mattie and I were playing some Call of Duty, and I was kicking his butt, when there was a knock at the door. "You get it Mat, you're already losing, and you can't beat me when you're so far behind!" I laughed at him. Matthew sighed, and used his freaking grenade on my face! He got a hell of a load of points! "There, now we're even!" He exclaimed. "Go answer the door; we'll start a new game when you get back " I mumbled. He laughed and went to the door.
As I got up, Alfred told me the same thing he tells me everyday "Make sure you say 'hello' first so they know you're the
Gute Nacht, Guten MorgenIt started out as a summer cold. Prussia would cough occasionally and have a sneezing fit every now and again, but it hindered nothing in his life besides his ability to talk (though to him, this was one hell of a punishment). Nothing was especially concerning about the fact that the albino nation had caught this mild illness.More Like This
Except, of course, for the fact that he was a nation.
Nations generally do not catch illnesses without a proper reason - their economic state, their people, their land, etc.; these were all ways that a nation could become ill, since they did not seem to catch normal human illnesses. Prussia was almost an exception, however, since he had actually experienced the "death of nations," dissolving, once in his life. He had only been back for a short time, less than two human years, but in that time, he had done everything he'd wanted to do before he dissolved. He had mended his relationship with his brother, which led to a sort of "truce" between him and Romano, h
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Warnings: Eventual sexual themes, violence, and dark psychology/insanity.
Gilbert has a crush on Feliciano, but the man is out of his grasp. But that is irrelevant. The forbidden fruit is always the sweetest.
One Red Rose
Chapter 1 Upon a Penny
Keys clicked furiously underneath his fingers. He kept typing page after page, barely taking a glance down to make sure he was hitting the right keys. After all, when one's final science paper was only a few hours away from the due date there is no time to slow down or stop. Adenine, guanine, thymine, cytosine Meiosis, mitosis Anaphase, metaphase . It came slowly to him as his fingers flew across the board.
Once the first copy was produced, Gilbert sat back in his chair and looked around. Not a lot of students were in the library today. And those that were came and went with the books they were returning. He sighed and removed a single headphone from
Sealed with a Kiss! BoyfriendLovixReaderMore Like This
You stared sadly at your phone or what used to be your phone.
"Lovi ." You sniffed sadly at the broken up remains of your phone. Earlier, you were so busy fooling around that you accidentally dropped your phone off the side of your boyfriend's third story apartment.
Lovino looked at you and rolled his eyes, "Idiota, I told you not to dance around like that "
" " you looked at him with tears in your eyes. You had never felt so dumb in your life and he was calling you an idiot!
His expression softened when he saw that your tears. He wiped them off gently with his fingers. "You could always get another one " he said as he then stooped down so he could pick up the pieces of your phone.
You didn't say anything as you both cleaned up the mess. When you two were done you both started to walk back into your boyfriend's apartment. "But I'll have to wait for a while until I can get a new one and I love to text you " you said
Help! Teacher!EnglandxShy!Student!ReaderMore Like This
_____ bit her lip and shook her hair into her face as she knocked on Professor Kirkland's front door. She, regardless of the fact that she was naturally shy, was extremely nervous and embarrassed to be there. Tutoring. Of all reasons to be here, it was because she needed tutoring. Joy. _____, unlike every other girl in her class, was taking British Literature with Professor Kirkland for the class. Every other girl was there because he was the youngest and sexiest teacher at the university. Sure, he was pretty dreamy, but she wanted to focus on her academics.
She couldn't help but have a crush on her extremely attractive teacher. He was just absolutely perfect; a gentleman, scholar, but still a little quirky and somewhat cynical. He was amazing. And that accent. Oh, how it made _____ melt. She was a huge sucker for British accents. Her thoughts were interrupted when Arthur Kirkland himself answered the door. She had been expecting his younger brother (and her good friend
Until The Day I Die [APH]Until the day I dieMore Like This
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart
.huh? Where am I?
I look around and all I see is white. Tsk, where the hell is everything?
Suddenly, the white room fades and I see myself in a vivacious forest. Plants and trees growing beautifully and I walk around the area. Soon, I end up walking a path that seems familiar, yet that I can't exactly remember.
That's when I see him.
The blond hair, the gentle blue eyes, his black cape and his black boots, it was Holy Roman Empire.
I want to run, to hug him, but my legs aren't listening and they just casually walk towards him, he who is calmly reading a book. I poke his leg to get his attention, and as much as I want to hug him, ask him how I can see him when he's supposed to be dead, my mouth starts forming words out of its own.
"Hey bruder what are you doing?"
"Just reading." He replied carelessly, playfully pushing me with the leg I poked.
"kesesese, reading out here is so un-aw
Prussia x Reader: LipstickYou had absolutely no idea why you had agreed to go on this stupid group date thing with your friends. Every time before, you had ended with the lame guy who hated absolutely everything you liked or was too apathetic to give a damn about what you liked.More Like This
Not to mention, the guys were late.
Your two gal friends, Miriam and Circe, were fixing their make-up, and all you did was role your eyes. They were getting way too excited for something that would probably only lead to a one-night stand, if they were lucky.
The three guys finally entered, and in their defense, they were all fucking gorgeous. There was a sexy brunet with tanned skin, a tall man with freakin' gorgeous locks of blonde hair, and there was a cockyyet insanely attractivealbino with oddly beautiful eyes. They all headed over to where the three of you sat, and the brunet apologized profusely, but his eyes remained on Circe, a smile playing on his lips growing enormously when she admitted it was all right and th
Dreaming Reality |Prussia x Reader|You opened your eyes with a yawn, as small birds started to chirp. Was it morning already? They sang their early songs as if the whole world was their stage and you couldn't help yourself but smile at the cheerful melodies. It was, indeed, music that greeted your ears. And it was, indeed, morning. The night was gone and all that remembered you of the darkness and full moon was your cloudy vision and the nightgown you were wearing. A simple, but beautiful piece of cloth that framed your body - almost as if it was made just for you. It seemed so soft like the fluffy cotton clouds on sunny days and felt like the most expensive satin. You purred slightly and reached for the body next to you. The radiating warmth, melted with a soft note of cozy feelings, made your heart flutter as if your whole body could fly away any second. You felt free. More than that: You felt alive.More Like This
Everything around you was painted with innocent, foggy textures that illuminated the small room with bright rays of the
:.PrussiaxReader: You're Cute When You Blush.:Labor Day. Also known as the official last day for a summer blowout before it was time to return back to school or work. You had wanted to spend that last day by the seashore, by yourself, with no one around to bug you. It seems all summer, you were bugged to death by your childhood friend, Gilbert Beilschmidt. He had pestered you 24/7 to go out with him and his "posse" to anywhere from a bar to a strip club. You weren't one to drink or look at half naked women flaunt their bodies in front of perverted men, so you declined to all of his invites. All you did during the summer was hang out with your best friend, Elizabeta.More Like This
You walked down the shoreline, staring out at the magnificent blue seas that rippled with waves. The salty air blew through your (h/l)(h/c), draping behind your shoulders. A smile was dancing on your plump pink lips. You had never felt this relax before in your life. You tried to relax and ease your mind, but Gilbert would constantly blow your phone up with incoming ca
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CandaXReader I've been Seen
"___, are you ready for school?" you mom asked as she knocked on the door. No answer came so she stepped into the room. "Oh darling, wake up!" your mom said with a laugh and gently pulled the blanket off from over your head. You groan but sleepy eyes. "Okay mommy," you tell her and climb out of bed. You watched as your mother walked over to the closet and pulled out a dress for you to wear. "Here, how about you wear this since it'll be your first day of second grade," she said and turned to face you. You were too sleepy to argue so you simply nodded your head and changed out of the warm comfy pajamas you wore into the dress. Now your mom held out your back pack and you slipped your arms into the straps. "Okay, now let's get you to school. I'm sure Alfred will be happy to see you," your mother said and smiled down at her sleepy daughter. Gently she took your hand and guided you down stairs and to the car.
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So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me
Off guard, red handed
Now I'm far from lonely
Asleep I still see you lying next to me
So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me I..
Canada blinked his tired eyes open and stared up at a pair of bright eyes that met his. “Morning,” he told his polar bear softly and remained lying down while the sound of the alarm clock seemed to echo against the walls and pound at his head like a sledge hammer. Gently he moved the bear off his chest and sat up; lightly he slapped the alarm clock and stood. It ached to move whether it was his arms or legs, his feet even tingled a bit- perhaps they were still asleep. Blindly Matthew reached for his dresser and felt around for his glasses. He gasped when he knocked his lamp off the dresser and it shattered at his feet. “Eep!” Canada squeaked lightly and once again fumbled around for his glasses. He glanced down at his feet with worry.
“Kumajirou, do you know wh
CanadaXReader I Love You MostMore Like This
What if I told you it was all meant to be
Would you believe me, would you agree?
It's almost that feeling we met before
So tell me that you don't think I'm crazy
When I tell you love has come here and now
“Matthew, what in the world are you looking for?” you asked between laughter that caused your body to shake. The attic which was usually neat and organized was now a mess, clothes were scattered about the floor, piles of books had toppled over, boxes were open and some that were previously closed now were tipped on their side and empty – but what made you laugh was the fact that Matthew was practically buried in all of the stuff. This question had startled Canada since he didn’t hear you coming up the steps to the attic and caused him to bump his head on a stack of boxes. The stack shook then toppled over to join the mess on the floor. Kumajirou popped his head out from a pile of clothes and flailed his feet a bit in an attempt to escape fr
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"____, are you ready?" Canada knocked on your bedroom door. "I- I uh... don't want to be late,"
"Yep I'm almost done," You spotted your wrists with a touch of perfume before heading for the door. You opened it shyly, revealing yourself to the man on the other side of the threshold. He stood limp, gawking at the beautiful girl in the (insert dress details here). "Is this ok, or should I change?" You asked him self consciously. He shook his head.
"No," Canada sighed dreamily. "You look beautiful," He took your hand and kissed it, gentlemen-like. He was dressed in a tuxedo with a maple blossom attached to his lapel.
Prom had arrived and up until a few days ago, you were without a partner. You asked, well persuaded really, Canada to go with you. He reluctantly accepted, not really having any say with his shy disposition. A part of him was quite excited as well. Spending an evening dancing with you seemed like a great way to spend his eve
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“I love you Mattie” (y/n) smiled as she handed me a plate of pancakes and kissed me. I was so happy as a poured maple syrup over the fluffy cakes.
“M-Maple!*THUD*” I yelped as I toppled off the bed. I had been awakened from my nice dream, due to (y/n) kicking me off the bed. I love my beautiful wife, (y/n), but she gets rather unpleasant to sleep beside. She kicks, hogs blankets, and gives me little room on our bed. I’m thankful she doesn’t snore.
The only time I can get her to share the bed and not kick or steal the blankets is after we make love. She would cuddle up to me and share the blankets so we’d both be warm. The last time we were intimate was a few weeks ago. Now she’s back to her usual sleep routine. I would usually shrug it off and continue to sleep beside her, but not tonight. I wanted a decent amount of sleep tonight and that meant only one thing.
“Looks like I’m back on the couch” I s
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A magical world of wizards and knights. You being the princess stood at the top of the tower waiting for your knight and shining armor. The evil wizard Mr. Kirkland has taking you captive.
"Come my dear __________ and join the dark forces! Rule with me!" His voice beckoned reaching a hand out to you.
Tears spring from your eyes going in to defeat.
"She'll never join you!" A quiet voice roared. You turn your head to a shiny armored knight holding his sword out. His blonde locks swishing at the harsh wind. Burning deep blue eyes staring at you from his glasses. "I'll save you Princess _________" the knight said in determination. Your eyes widen at the sight of the man. Somehow you knew this knight. 'I-Is that?' you began to think, but The evil wizard laughed bringing you out of your thought process. "And who are you? Your a nobody that's who!" The British wizard sneered.
The Knight narrowed his eyes staring deep at the wizard with hatred. "My name is Mathew Williams! and I'm not a nobod
Cat!Canada X ReaderMatthew was all on his own. A tiny kitten no one noticed. Starving, cold and injured, he managed to find shelter from the rain in a cardboard box.More Like This
Matthew coughed and tried to clean his fur. He was weak from hunger and fatigued. He began closing his eyes when he saw a figure approach him. If it was a dog, may it end him quickly. If not, maybe it was an angel, his time might've been up. He meowed with the last of his strength before collapsing.
You were walking home in the rain. No umbrella, all you could do was run home. You passed by an alleyway. You heard meowing and you froze. You looked down the alley to see a cardboard box. Inside was a little white kitten with cream colored fur around his neck and tail. He was barely breathing. You quickly shed your jacket and picked him up. You ran home in the pouring rain as you clutched the little feline close to you for warmth.
"Hang in there little guy" you muttered and quickly ran inside your house. You set him down and began cle
Request: CanadaXReader - Cooking LessonsMore Like This
“This batch doesn’t taste right either!” You growled in irritation as you threw the newly made batch of pancakes in the trash wiping your hands on a kitchen towel and grumbled as you started to gather more ingredients for a new batch.
The reason for your frustration was because your best friend Matthew was coming over.
You both have been friends for years and truth be told, you had deeper feelings for the quiet Canadian, but you were afraid to confess to him in fear of getting rejected.
You suddenly heard a loud knock on your door and cursed as you quickly looked at the stoves digital clock to see it was noon, the time you told Mattie to come over.
You were so preoccupied with trying to get the pancakes you were going to serve him to taste like his, which you thought at this point was impossible to do that you lost track of time.
You made your way over to the door and thanked God that you at least made yourself look presentable for him. You opened the door and saw Mat
Lost Glasses Canada X ReaderYour searching around the meeting room.More Like This
“Where are they?”
You bend don to your knees and look under the table. You cant see very well so you are running your hands along the floor.
“Is some one still in here” says a quite voice
The voice startles you and you hit your head on the underside of the table. As your rubbing your head you slowly stand up and look in the direction you heard the voice. You see blond hair and familiar looking suit.
“America, is that you” you ask squinting at the person before you
“Sorry to disappoint you but I’m Canada” the man apologizes in a quiet voice
“I’m not disappointed, I’m glad, America would just laugh at me” you say gratefully
“Why what’s wrong” asks Canada
“I seem to have misplaced my glasses, I can’t see very well without them” you answer giving a half hearted laugh
“I could help you look” asks Canada
“That would be gre
CanadaxReader: Aren't We AllHe ran his fingers through his pale blonde hair and waited impatiently for her reply. Deep down, he wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her—to shake some sense into her, maybe—but he wasn't that kind of person, and so he couldn't, and didn't. Instead, he stood still, trying to keep the agitation out of his expression and the pain out of his eyes, all the while chewing on his lip so hard he could taste metal.More Like This
He'd never wanted anything so badly, had never fought with Alfred over anything growing up—had always thought of himself as a sharer, a man of compromise and sacrifice, but now, he wasn't so sure anymore. He wasn't sure he could share her. He thought he might fade into a million individual cells held together by a ghost of a human shape if he ever had to compromise on anything regarding her.
Yet she, unable to read his mind, only bit her lip and grimaced apologetically, oblivious to the twisting in his stomach.
"I can't," she said, looking down at her fe
CanadaxReader: M Y H o c k e y P l a y e rMore Like This
Matthew Williams is a hockey star, the captain of Lacrosse and one of the hottest guys at school but most importantly, he's my best friend. I met him in 6th grade when he was getting bullied by an 8th grader in the hallway and I decided the help him; got sent the principles after kicking the guy in the vital regions. We became best friends after that and got closer each day. I got to learn how to ice skate and play hockey during the winter with Matthew and I taught him how to ride a horse during the spring; he even went to every one of the horse shows I was in. Around 7th grade I found out he was actually from Canada before he moved here last year and that he wanted to have a career as a hockey teacher for all ages. Matthew is a very sweet guy, rarely gets mad at anyone and can get really shy around people, he blushes alot too especially when I call him Mattie but I don't know why.
( Yay time skip time- now its over )
High school is a whole new experience but I got to say, it
Pillow Talk (Canada x Insecure!Reader)A contented sigh escaped Matthew's lips as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his bare chest. A gentle hum reverberated through your body in response to your lover's bare warmth. You silently began to paint untraceable patterns on his chest using your fingernails. Tentatively, you voiced a question that had been nudging at you for far too long. A relentless, pin sharp thorn in your side.More Like This
"Hmmm?" He responded lazily, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.
"Do you love me?"
"Of course." He tilted his head down so that he could look at you, but you refused his amethyst gaze.
"Why?" You demanded
He opened his mouth to reassure you, but before he could speak, you cut him off.
"You could do so much better than me. You could find someone prettier, kinder, smarter."
"(Name), why are you so worried?"
You adjusted your shoulders and swallowed before continuing.
"You're just so kind, so gentle, so human. But I'm coarse, abrasive, ugly and cold."
"No, no, no." Gently
Present: CanadaXReaderDejectedly, Matthew sighed. How was he supposed to amount to Spain. You were standing off to the side with him, chattering away. Despite your relationship with Canada, he feared you would find someone better. There was no way he could compare to the Spaniard's utter happiness and cheer when he himself was so quiet and soft spoken. The Canadian sighed to himself as he recalled the meeting. You had been sitting next to him, like you always had, chatting, except when Antonio walked in you smiled brighter than any smile you had given Matthew that day. Why couldn't it be him that you were running to? And why does he wish so bad that it was? Oh, right… He was hopelessly in love with you.More Like This
"Who are you?"
He looked down to see a polar bear in his arms – Kumatata, right? Canada sighed. Of course he was forgotten again. His own bear couldn't remember him. How could he expect you to remember him? Horror stuck his heart like a chord. What if you were only nice to him because you couldn't reme
Stressed!CanadaXReader: Referendum. Stress. Hope.More Like This
The year is 1995. Tensions between Canada and Quebec had risen, and with the Parti Quebecois mustering together the French-Canadian nationalists and a second Quebec-related referendum being called upon in office, the situation for Canadians in their country became unbearingly suspenseful…
You’d grown more worried for your beloved friend, Matthew. Ever since he heard that another referendum was on the rise, he hadn’t been well. He didn’t fare well when the country had been partially divided last, but it was happening again, and it was obvious he was stressed and upset. You had taken to visiting him as often as you could during this busy time, to try and talk things out with him. He didn’t need all this extra tension within his own country to stress him out. As quiet as he was, you couldn’t stand to see him hold in his own feelings on a matter this important. This was, to be honest, the whole point of your visit today. The polls were soon go
2P!Canada x Reader- Second ChanceMore Like This
Walking with your head down the hallways of the school and keeping as quiet as possible, with your hood over your head. Everyone would say something rude or mean about you. Just because you got the best grades and always keep the rules straight. You wanted no problems, no fights, just peace and silence. You finally reached your locker and opened it, putting your books you didn't need and only keeping the ones you needed.
Before you could close the locker, someone else did it, slamming it with brute force, making you step back a little in fear. Your eyes were glued from the floor to piercing violent eyes. You didn't need to look at his face, only his eyes could tell you who he was.
Matthew Williams, or how he prefered to be called, Matt. He was the most scary and intimidating guy of the school, along with his brother, Al. Matt seemed to take a liking in messing with you. Each day pushing, tripping or making fun of you, it was like, his favorite hobby, besides beating the crap of annyone
Canada Proposal(Inspired from something I saw on the News a couple years ago)More Like This
“So you and (y/n) are getting married?” asked America sipping his soda.
“No, that’s not what I said,” his brother said with a sigh, “I want to ask her to marry me. It’s not quite the same thing.”
“So why haven’t you?”
“I’m not sure how to ask her.”
“What do you mean?”
America leaned on one elbow, “You got to do in a way she won’t forget. If it were my girl there would be fireworks, food, the whole sha-bang.”
“A way she won’t forget?” Canada muttered to himself.
“What does she like?”
“Well…she likes flowers,” said Canada slowly.
“Then give her a bouquet.”
Canada sat there and an idea formed in his head he smiled a stood up quickly. He looked around for his coat and pulled it on as
Liftoff! (CanadaXReader)You stood nervously in the control room, waiting impatiently to see your boyfriend’s blond head on the screen. Matthew Williams. That was his name and he was finally making his dream come true. He was an astronaut and this was the first time he was going to set foot on the pale surface of the moon.More Like This
He’d been gone for weeks now and this was one of the only opportunity’s you had to see him, see him properly and not just hear his voice. The ship’s hatch opened and out he came. No one said he would be able to do it, he wasn’t the strongest guy out there, but he was smart and quick-witted.
Not to mention that he had a heart of gold.
He stood proudly, the members of his team crowding around him to see the view as well. Look at the leader he was, the leader your sweet Canadian had grown into. The sight of his smile made your arms ache. It’d been so long since you’d been able to hold him. But he was coming home soon. And when he did, he was in for a su
2P CanadaxReader OneShot2P!CanadaxReaderMore Like This
New Years resolution
That hockey stick. The one wrapped in barbed wire . The one with blood stained bandages.
How you hated it.
But he loved it, he cherished it like it was his one and only love.
He wasn't home right now, probably off messing around at some club. He would come back drunk, smelling of cigarettes and cheap perfume. But not yet, not for a while.
But you were home and so was the stick.
You walked over to it and grabbed the handle. It was heavy, surprisingly heavy. The handle was worn smooth, but the rest was rough.
It looked like it would burn quite easily.
You entered the kitchen of your small apartment and grabbed a pack of matches.
Back into the living room.
You wrapped the hockey stick in newspaper and set it on the grate in the fireplace.
He would kill you for this. But that was okay, because in a way you would be victorious.
Flicking a match in you sat back, watching as it slowly turn to ash. He would be home soon
Some Comfort (CanadaXReader) "He did it again." you whispered into the chest you currently were snuggled in deeply. The arms that were wrapped around you tighten at your words, "He won't leave me alone. Why can't he treat me like he treats my sister and brother?" you muttered tiredly, feeling the tears forming in your eyes. You heard the tired sigh, and knew he didn't have the answers you were looking for. You knew that the only one who had the answers was your dad and he never gave you the time of day. "I get it. It's hard to be the oldest child. More responsibility more pressure, more.....everything, just not more freedom. I feel like I'm being watched every second of the day. As if everything I do, every step I take, is measured and calculated." you whispered, feeling the old anger rise in your chest, "Why the fuck does he push me away? What the fuck did I do to that....that bastard?" you cried out. You pulled away, suddenly with so much anger so much raw feelinMore Like This
Canada x Reader: Snowed InIt was the worst storm your county had known in decades, and it had to strike when you were visiting a certain someone. Yes, a bone chilling blizzard had broke out at bellow freezing right after you had arrived that evening. The weather forecast had predicted much snow fall, but not in this way. This was beyond belief, mind boggling even.More Like This
The day started off like any other day in winter. You were heading to your dear boyfriend's house, Matthew ,Christmas was around the corner and you were going to spend a week with him for it. The two of you have been together for around a year now, but you two weren't rushing things. Separate houses were a good thing, it gave you independence so you would not bother the other too much by being clingy.
Pulling up to the freshly snow shoveled drive way, you stepped out and strolled onto the porch. You were careful with your steps because anyone could be clumsy and trip of some slippery snow or ice. It happened to everyone and you defiantly did not
Christmas Cookies CanadaxReader RequestThis gets a bit suggestiveMore Like This
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(Name) giggled as she made her way down the hall of her local community center to the culinary arts department. This was their last class of the semester because they would be getting out for the Christmas holidays and she was excited, they’d be baking today. She had never been the best baker, but she was sure with a teacher like Ms. Tianna she was sure to get it right. Plus she got to spend time with Matthew. The quiet Canadian was her dear friend and ultimate dream guy. She had a huge crush on him, but was able to conceal it well.
She opened the door to the kitchen/classroom and walked over giving him a hug, “Hey there Mattie~” she said smiling.
“Hey (Name) you look pleased.” He said.
“I just love the snow, the holiday season…this is my favorite time of year~” she said giggling.
“That’s nice to hear (Name), because today we’re baking Holiday Sugar Cookie
Bagginshield: Moments Captured in Travel (Ch. I)The first time Thorin saw the Hobbit, he knew he would be a liability. As much as the Dwarf trusted Gandalf, there was an innocence in the little creature's eyes that could not be ignored. It only took a glance for him to know that this Bilbo Baggins was no burglar. Most likely, the Hobbit had never lifted a weapon in his life; he was ill suited to the rough conditions that this quest would no doubt yield. As such, Thorin wasted no effort hiding his contempt at Gandalf's choice. There was no possible way this small, comfortable being could take his place as a member of the Dwarven Company. He was no warrior; it was obvious that he would be nothing but a burden. And to think that the Wizard would risk the life of such an innocent creature in a battle that was not his to fight— the Dwarf King was nothing short of disgusted.More Like This
Thorin's mistrust and fury at the situation lasted through the first leg of their journey. By the time his company fell prey to the Great Goblin, his frustration a
Babysitting: RomanoXReaderMondayMore Like This
The Fernández-Carriedo mansion was nothing you have ever seen before.
It was an exclusive Mediterranean paradise towered by a vast, prosperous tomato vineyard near the sea. Even the most fastidious of tastes wouldn't refuse to live there.
The golden sun embraced the earth, unwrapping another day. You venerated the splendid scenery as you ran around the garden with your Tío Antonio's five little children.
"Carlos, be careful!" You reminded the three-year-old Spanish-Mexican.
He scrambled to his feet and chased Corazon, his four-year-old sister. Rafael, Elena and Miguel played hide-and-seek.
This was your punishment for being grounded for a week, for your entire spring break. Your mother sent you to babysit the five younger children in the mansion.
"Everything good, __________?" Tío Antonio strode with a cup of tea on his hand and asked.
You nodded and flashed a slightly puzzled smile.
Antonio Fernández-Carriedo, the millionaire owner of the mansion and the vi
Waltz: Soldier!PrussiaxReaderAugust 1914More Like This
Couples swayed merrily in circles as the orchestra played Johann Strauss's Rosen aus dem Süden. Sweet, musical laughter filled the summer air amidst the pressing stipulation in Europe.
The news spread like epidemic. The heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne Archduke Francis Ferdinand and his wife were assassinated during their visit to Sarajevo last June 29th and just a few days ago, Kaiser Wilhelm II announced that they would be defending Germany against the annihilation war of England, France, and Russia.
"Gott mit uns!" One soldier raised his glass and cheered the motto of your German Empire.
"Gott mit uns!"
But you couldn't enjoy the festivity. How could you take pleasure in it if you knew your country was preparing for a war? Tomorrow, by the Kaiser's order, Germany would be attacking France.
This aristocratic ceremony was for the soldiers to bid their women goodbye for the meantime.
"Cheer up, Schatz!" Your Prussia
Salt and Lime: NorwayXReaderA school-end, late-night pool party was exactly what you needed.More Like This
Your boyfriend, Alfred, was acting like a jerk again and you were getting so sick of it. Good thing Lovina, the wealthy Italian girlfriend of your brother Antonio, decided to throw a party at their beach house tonight and Alfred wasn't invited.
"Too bad your novio couldn't be with you." Antonio said and took a sip on his glass of beer.
You almost blew up your liquor. "Por favor! That's the reason why I'm partying tonight. I need a time to be away from that man! Vina, you're the best!"
Lovina smiled at your compliment. "Anything for you!"
Antonio gave her that adoring look and kissed her promptly. Lovina blushed. She dug her balled fists in his wavy brown hair and kissed him a little more ardently. The next thing you knew, their hands were all over each other's skin.
Lovina pushed him away as the two of them felt the urgent need for air. Antonio whispered something in her ear that made her shudder. She let hi
Decoy: Punk!EnglandXReaderA song can leave one sleepless.More Like This
You made a mental note as you took a seat on the bar one Friday night. The weather was fair but you didn't know you were deceived until it began raining outside. You didn't have an umbrella with you, oh yes you were tricked for a thousand time.
You sighed as you realized your entire week was rotten‒nothing went out the way you planned it. Just as you made your way inside, a band had just started playing another song and your British lover sang after a few beats, making your heart sink.
Am I better off dead?
Am I better off a quitter?
They say I'm better off now
Than I ever was with her
As they take me to my local down the street
I'm smiling but I'm dying trying not to drag my feet
The bar couldn't get more crowded than any other night. People were slumped into the counters, having their glass of addictive toxic juice. You wouldn't feel the uneasiness if you only invited your friends along. To get even, you chose a corner surrounded by less p
Questions Part 2: Doctor!NorwayXPatient!ReaderThe stars were glimmering like never before.More Like This
Under some circumstances, Lukas could have been admiring the splendid night sky had you been by his side. It was the dead of the night and he was wide awake. You were accused of a heinous crime and he was doing everything in his power to prove you innocent.
The sub poena only arrived at his doorstep this morning, but he had been making his own initiative to help you. Waiting for it only made him impatient.
"You have to help me!" You pleaded, tears streaming down your face.
It was heartbreaking for him seeing you that way.
He stroked your hair consolingly and promised, "I won't give you up without a fight."
Once more, he found himself seated on his swivel chair, listening to your recorded conversations.
He loves the way you laugh and how you finally managed to talk to him as comfortably as an old friend would. Your witty banters are hard to miss. He couldn't help himself from painting a picture of you in his mind. He loves the wa
Like A Shooting Star: Child!RomanoXChild!Reader"I said don't touch me!"More Like This
Hurt and irritated, you sulked and hid your face under the warm quilts. Tears conveyed your anger and fear, but you were trying to conceal them from your persistent playmate. Anger, because Lovino mislead you on your way home, making you stumble and scrape your legs. Fear, because Señor Antonio would be punishing the two of you for the misbehavior.
"Mi dispiace, ____________." Lovino apologized, bobbling your shoulders repentantly. "I didn't know I would lose you into the woods."
You sobbed the sound that made him feel guiltier. But you weren't just acting up. Your legs were hurting so bad they were awfully red. He offered to mend them, but cleansing with alcohol only made you start to cry.
His hands chilled in terror. Señor Antonio found it out! As the one who runs the orphanage, he was entitled of teaching discipline to you kids but it was something you feared the most because of his ways.
"Out of Señorita _________'s ro
Dear Diary: RomanoXReaderThump. Thump. Thump.More Like This
Basketball. Entertaining people since 1891. One of the best games ever introduced to man. You could have appreciate the game if only you were watching, not playing it.
You sighed as you ran after your ball. It was gym class and there was no way to escape it. You've been doing drills for more than twenty minutes already and you still couldn't shoot the freaking ball.
It's fun to watch (no question with that) but when you're the one to play, you hate it like it did you wrong. You never learned to play the game even if your adoptive father, Mr. Alfred F. Jones, had always dragged you along with him.
"Still doing fine?"
You looked up and found Roderich watchfully huddling over Elizaveta. The Austrian and the Hungarian look so cute together it makes you feel out of place most of the time.
"Even doing better than you, specs." Elizaveta bragged, smiled and wiped a bead of sweat on her boyfriend's forehead with her towel.
Mr. (gym class teacher) blew his whistle and
Questions Part 1: Doctor!NorwayXPatient!ReaderThe Oslofjorden is a breathtaking sight to see. Green graceful slopes loomed beneath the horizon of the spring solstice. The early April air playfully pressed against your skin. It isn't everyday that you can appreciate such beauty.More Like This
"I wish you're still here with me " You whispered sadly, laying your hands on marble pavement.
It had been almost a month since your boyfriend's death and accepting it was still the hardest thing for you to do. Losing him was giving a big part of you away. He was the one you were looking for, and you were happy to find him finally. You were living happily when death suddenly took him away from you.
You only gained the courage to visit his resting place two weeks after the burial. Every day, you would bring flowers and talk to him as if he wasn't gone.
The Oslofjorden is something he liked seeing with you. At times, he would bring you there and spend the entire day, forgetting the rest of the world.
Once again, you studied the wonderful view
Proper HeroMore Like This
"You know Alfred, I bet she'd like you if you were a proper gentleman." Arthur remarked as he sipped at his Earl Grey tea.
"No way dude! Then I would have to wear suits and those are uncomfortable!" Alfred protested as he resumed munching on his burger.
"I'm sure ____ doesn't want a prick like yourself," Arthur mumbled and glared at the American across from him.
"She'll love the hero!" Alfred proclaimed as he stood up from his seat fist jetted in the air. This sudden outburst caused a good portion of the students in the cafeteria to turn their attention towards the loud mouth American.
After Alfred cast an awkward smile and sat back down, most of the students resumed their previous activities. The chatter soon returned and caused the white walled cafeteria to have a cheery, friendly atmosphere. The sun shone brightly through the sky light, causing the large room to be illuminated with a beautiful yellow glow. The metal chairs and tables glistened under said light, which made them twink
Do Vampires Cuddle?|RomaniaxReaderMore Like This
Request for zombiebunny606
You crept to the couch where the young man was reading a novel and started to poke him.
"VLAD VLAD VLAD VLAD VLAD VLAD VLAD." you said, punctuating his name with a poke for each time you said it. The Romanian sighed and put his bookmark in his book.
"What is it, (y/n)?" he said exasperatingly. You smiled sweetly and jumped onto the couch next to him.
"Well, you know how you're a vampire?"
"(y/n), how many times do I have to tell you that I'm not a vampire?"
You poked his mouth and pointed the corners of his mouth to reveal a sharp canine. He smacked your hand away. "Hey!" you protested. "I'm not a vampire." he said bluntly.
You rolled your eyes and sang, "Denial~" Vlad sighed. He didn't know how he survived his whole life with you being his best friend. But the two of you were like two peas in a pod and extremely close.
Not that he didn't know you had a huge crush on him since the fifth grade.
"Anyways, I want to lea
Superstar!EnglandxReader - Missing YouMore Like This
Clap your hands, everybody!
And everybody just clap your hands!
Clap your hands, everybody!
And everybody just clap your hands!
Oh, its on again! Feliciano cheers, turning the car radio up.
You laugh. Yeah, again, you say as Arthurs voice starts to sing from the radio.
Hey, hey, Daddy, could I have some rum?
Hey, hey, Mummy, Hey, Hey, Mummy
It doesnt matter what I do, I never forget,
Since when are you so excited about their music? you ask as Alfreds voice chimes in loudly with Arthurs.
The taste of Apple Pie we had long ago in my head!
Draw a circle, thats the earth!
Draw a circle, thats the earth!
Draw a circle, thats the earth!
I am America!
Arent you excited, ________?! Were friends with them! No, wait, youre Arthurs girlfriend! Thats even more exciting! Feliciano gabbles quickly and then starts to sing along.
Draw a circle, th
I Hate Everything About You: Prussia x ReaderWARNING: I haven’t sworn yet, but probably will, so I’m putting this up here. I also might have and forgotten... Whatever. (I just started swearing a lot. There’s name calling, so that means lots of swearing. ^^) I’ll apologize in advance for my usage of teenage slang. I hang out with very eloquent people... So I’m not used to all this nonsense, even if I’m surrounded by it I try to tune it out.More Like This
Walking down the hallway of your new school, you heard something peculiar. Annoying, in fact. A male’s voice, that was at such a loud frequency it positively grated on your nerves.
Then, just as you were nearing him, you saw the irritant. It was an albino. And as far as you could see, he was a typical teenage guy. Only decent for some dissection. Even more so that he was albino... an intriguing specimen for sure. You pondered this as he hollered, “I am awesome!”
Relatively loudly, just as you passed him, you said, “No you
Smooth Move [ England x Reader ]More Like This
'Life without you would be like a broken pencil...pointless.'
[Name] smiled softly at the little note. Every time she would go to one of the World Summit meetings, a little piece of paper would be sitting on the table in front of her seat. She now had a small handful of said messages, ranging from 'Your beauty makes the morning sun look like the dull glimmer of the moon' to 'If beauty were time, you'd be an eternity'. The only problem was that the author of such sweet words never wrote his name.
I wonder who it is... [Name] pondered, as she looked around the clearly-packed room. Every nation had arrived by now, so it could have been anyone. There was Spain, flirting with one of the few female countries, a blond this time. Could it possibly be him? His bright green eyes shone against his tan skin, his shoulders shaking slightly as he laughed. Sure, Antonio was attractive enough, but he was a little...daft. Plus he was always with that crabby Italian,
Popular!AmericaxNerd!Reader The Growing-Up ProjectMore Like This
Popular!AmericaxNerd!Reader The Growing-Up Project Part 1
Kids laughing down the hallways, running, gossiping about people, this is a normal day for you in high school. Being the one that no one even bothers to look at, you still got bullied."Hey look there goes the nerd!" a person screamed. 'Ignore them' you thought. "Were you going nerd?" another one said. He pushes you to the ground and all you books fell. You groan and everyone started to laugh. Picking the books up, you said " At least I'm not crying when you mom get mad at you for failing classes." "What did you said?" he asked in a mad tone. You didn't replied back and just ran for it. You always hated the popular people. How they acted, the way they dressed, and how they spoke about the non-popular people. But there is one person you hated more than ever.
His name is Alfred F. Jones a.k.a the ladies man.
Alfred almost dated half of the girls in the school and he broke all of the girl's heart in the school too. Every time you wa
Owned (BTT x Geek!Reader)You sighed as you grabbed your books for the next 3 periods left at school. You carefully closed your locker and headed to class. Only to be greeted by the 'players' at your school. All vary tall. And pervy in the head. You didn't pay much attention to them. Which of course, gave them interest. You loved video games more then people. You were in the state of thinking about Amnesia when Francis, being the perv he is, smacked you butt making you blush a dark shade of red.More Like This
"Pervert.." You mumble as Toni winks at you and Gilbert laughs a bit. You glare and head to Social Studies, your favorite class. Social Studies was your favorite because well, All you have to do is memorize things, write it down, put it on some homework, and BAM! take a test. But that was all.
Your Teacher Mr.J, got off topic and didn't really care about the rules. You could be in the middle of working on a paper and he'd start a conversation with everyone, have a rap battle, or a 'Yo Mama' face off.
He high-fived you o
Denmark x Reader ~In Time~~In Time~More Like This
It was strange of Mathias to suddenly invite you out to lunch today. Then again, you couldn’t complain since it was a lovely day, and the restaurant he was taking you to was particularly fancy when compared to your usual standards.
“Alright, Mathias, what’s the special occasion?” you asked as you took a seat across from your boyfriend. “It’s not our anniversary. That’s not until three months. Did you win some sort of scholarship or something?”
“How about I tell you after we eat?” Mathias suggested as he began to scan the menu for his meal.
“Hmm, okay…” you agreed and started to look through your menu as well. All the while, you couldn’t help but think that something was wrong, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
Lunch went as typically as any ordinary meal. The two of you chatted as you normally would, the food was delicious, and there weren’t any signs of any good or ba
An American Walked Into A Bar Oneshot: April FoolsI woke up one morning in shock. Alfred, my boyfriend, was shaking me violently. He looked really worried.More Like This
"______, dude!" he shouts. "You overslept! You're late for work! They just called for you!"
My eyes widened and I immediately woke up. "What are you serious, Alfred?" I sprung out of bed and I started changing into my McDonald's manager work uniform. I didn't have time to shower, so I sprayed my hair with dry shampoo, and styled it to a casual hair style for work. I put my glasses on, and I was ready to walk out the door. There was no time for breakfast. As I opened the door to dash out of the apartment, Alfred stopped me.
"Dude, ______, do you realize what day it is?" he said before chuckling.
"Of course I know what day it is!" I shouted. "It's " I looked at the calendar labeled "March 31". I took a closer look to find that the paper was taped back onto the calendar. I glared as I ripped the tape off and the paper fell. It now said "April 1". I wasn't scheduled to work. It ha
You Gave Me A StarLast night you gave me a starMore Like This
A resplendent little light
You made it a surprise
Hiding it behind your thumb all night
So I wouldn't notice
The new twinkle
In our night's sky
"Without further ado"
You whispered to me
As you showed me
Our own little island
In a sea of darkness and wonder.
"Make a wish"
you smiled bashfully
"Its your star after all"
And I wished
I wished a million times
On that tiny light
That one day
I might be able to give you
All the stars in our sky.
Good Morning"Good Morning"More Like This
I read those two words aloud
Imagining your voice
Your lips whispering
Them gently into my ear
And then I'd smile
And say "Good Morning" too
As I'd let myself remember
Just how much i loved you
But now I look down
And all I see are two measly words
Sent from your fingers
Instead of your lips.
And while I tell myself
Those two words are enough
That your love and mine
Can traverse a hundred miles
A thousand miles
And still appear just as strong
Just as pure
And I worry, I fear
That my love may not
Be enough to keep you happy
And that one day
Just the memory of you
Won't be enough
To keep my tears away.
And every time I think that
Every time I let my worries attack
I feel my heart begin to break
Because in my heart
You're becoming someone
I can't live without
Even though I already am
And while it might be
The best way to save my heart
I don't want to say "Goodbye"
So I'll just say "Good Morning"
And wait for your reply.
Sun and Stars - AU!Eren x ReaderMore Like This
“Hmm…” you sighed deeply while staring aimlessly at the picture on the front cover of the Vogue magazine. It came as no surprise to you that it was Eren, you’d been with him long enough to know if anything existed he’d probably make it on the front page somehow.
‘Humanity’s Last Hope’ they called him. A fine title. It seemed like a nickname some rabid fan girl would concoct, but nonetheless you somewhat saw where they were coming from with that nickname. After all, Eren was not only an actor and world-class musician, but he was also a certified genius with an IQ of 155, and was incredibly attractive to boot. The tabloids like to joke about how Eren is ‘the perfect guy’ and ‘an evolved humanoid’ but it all just sounded like bullshit to you.
“Yeah… bullshit,” you murmured to yourself. You tossed the magazine carelessly onto the glass coffee table and flopped onto your back. Your eyes drifted around
The Struggle of My LifeYour phone alarm is a fire alarmMore Like This
And you wake up in a sweat
Because its Summer here, its hot everywhere
Even in your bed
Some where’s leaking water where it shouldn’t
And there’s no food in the fridge
Your clothes spent several hours in the drier
And they’re all still wet
Your ran for the bus and missed it
Which means you’ve also missed your plane
Your ice creams fallen right out of the cone
And you swear the lord's name in vain
Your late for your work, And you bear the load of the lazy
Because you figure it will balance it out
Until your relief calls in sick, or a customer gets angry
And you’re the only one sort it all out
Your bite the inside of your cheek about three times
And then bite them again three more
You thought you ordered a pizza
But it’s just Jehovah ’s Witness at the door
You finally reach your door extremely exhausted
Congratulations you’ve survived!
Realizing you locked your keys in your apartment
The Struggle of My
ResplendentToday the watercolours of your innermost thoughtsMore Like This
bled through the paper walls that you’d left
in hope that no one would peel back your layers
and find you at your softest spot.
I saw that nothing makes you radiant. You just are.
Today, I traipsed through galleries
that promised to show me something sublime.
You spoke and I learned how to breathe around you
and that simple thing felt like dancing.
If anything is incredible, you are.
Today you gave me vermilions and ultramarines
to begin to fill in a picture of you
but you’re not a scene behind a stained-glass window.
You’re indefinable and indestructible.
Today I learnt to see life as beautiful, because you are.
Ghost in the MachineThere were daysMore Like This
her happiness in brightness,
when she would hold
her hands over her eyes
and the cracks of sunlight,
like old paint on drywall,
would shine through
to let her know exactly
who it was that held her.
Who is it?
And at that moment of recognition
...she felt okay.
More than photons
reflecting off of totem shells,
humanity is conch-cradled
in her dusk where light perception
is limited to the moon, where blind
is a swear word and an oath
dependent on a circadian
arcade: she is blind
and going blinder.
she allows herself a curfew
to blow out the lantern
and sing without color
for the first time.
you rely on a perfect balance—
trusting the sunshine to smile
on your bare arms at eight a.m.,
two p.m., half-past six and ticking on,
letting the moon comfort you
as patchwork clouds shawl over
midnight's studded shoulders,
leaving behind aspects of life:
natural, mundane, mechanical,
and self-made doubts.
Don't forget yo