Through the dark forests, you and your father walked down the turning paths. Only 6 years old, you clinged to your father's cloak in fear you would get separated from him. He was a tall man, towering over you. He brandished a sword on his hip and you held a dagger in your free arm. The dark forests were a dark and mysterious place but your father told you that your family held a tradition that required the next in line to travel through the forests.
"Daddy?" You said, looking up at your father. He did not look down at you but you continued to talk. "Is this where Mommy went?" You asked. Your mother left days before but never told you where.
"Yes, _____. She's waiting for us." Your father replied, his voice was low and husky.
You both continued to walk in silence, any creature that lurked in the darkness stayed away at the sight of you two. Soon you could see a light visible in front of you. It was a welcoming sight, after so many hours in darkness.
You squint a little as you emerge fro
2p!AmericaXBlind!Reader: Unexp2p!AmericaXBlind!Reader: UnexpectedMore Like This
Nobody ever really expected it.
Oh, sure, there were rumors, but nobody actually believed them.
I mean, who would, being that this was about him and you?
Not that he really cared what anybody else thought though. And that's what made you feel so uncomfortable in the first place! Why was he INTERESTED IN YOU?!
Nobody would ever really know.
Sighing, you were walking down the hallway of your school, holding onto the leash of your 'seeing eye dog', Bernard. Bernard was a large fluffy St. Bernard (You know, you suck at making up names) and he was an absolute sweetheart.
Which was why it was only natural for him to lead you to your locker, having rememebered it by scent a long time ago, and as expected, sitting and keeping watch of all the people walking by you in the hallway.
People were too terrified of you big fluffy monster to ever give you any crap about being blind.
Well... everyone except for Al Jones.
Al wasn't the nicest of guys, but he treated y
Sick!America x Reader- ComfortIt was another long tortuous meeting today and just like any day, we got nothing accomplished. Everybody fought with each other (particularly Arthur and Francis) and no one agreed with anything the other had to say! A wonder why we even have these meetings at all! I am overly stressed out and I want nothing more than to go home so I'm just going to say my goodbyes and leave this stuffy place. While I pack my papers in my suitcase, I see Alfred doing the same. Alfred F. Jones, the loudest, most obnoxious person you'll ever meet was quietly packing his stuff. Notice I said quietly. He also didn't look so happy, he always had that goofy grin on his face, the grin that I think is adorable. He wasn't talking to the others there or shouting because he's the hero as he claims. What's wrong with Alfred?More Like This
He looked up from his suitcase and pushed up his glasses and gave a tiny smile.
"You okay? You don't look so happy."
"I'm fine! I just
AmericaxReader ~ You Don't Know Her Like I DoMore Like This
Hey old friend, thanks for callin'
It's good to know somebody cares
Yeah she's gone, but I don't feel like talkin'
It might be just too much to bear
To hear somebody say it stops hurting
Or to hear somebody say she ain't worth it
Alfred groaned and reached over grudgingly for his cell phone. The annoying thing never seemed to shut up these days, especially since he ignored every call that came in.
“Hello?” he muttered.
“Alfred, you git! Why don’t you pick up the phone?” the blonde cringed at the sound of The Brit’s yell. He couldn’t help but smile, though.
“Hey, Arthur. It’s been a while.” He replied. The
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You headed into the grocery store with a small list in your brain of things you needed. You grabbed a cart and headed through the automatic double doors as you went over the list in your head. All you needed were some common household items along with a few ingredients for the dinner you would be making later... for only yourself. You rolled your eyes at your own thoughts. You always ate dinner alone, and it would always be that day.
You pushed your cart towards the cleaning aisle to pick up some paper towels. You grabbed a small pack and headed for the next item on your list; a bag of [f/s]. You always liked to pick up one snack food. It’s not like you wanted to be healthy all the time. You pushed your cart around the corner. Now, what did you have to get after the snacks...
You halted immediately to a stop as you crashed into someone else’s grocery cart.
You gasped with surprise. You hadn’t been paying attention and now you had probably damaged someone’s groce
2P!Canada X Chubby!Reader - My Little Maple LeafWarning: There is swearing involved and some fighting. But this is a 2P story, so what do you expect?More Like This
Everyone is the school winced as they heard the usual argument. As per usual, Chelsea was picking on you for your weight.
And as usual, you weren’t taking any of her shit.
A door burst open and you two stormed out, still yelling abuse at each other.
‘GO FUCK YOURSELF!’ she screamed.
‘NAH THANKS, YOU BOYFRIEND DID IT FOR ME!’ You yelled back.
‘LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS, YOU PIG!’ She slapped you across the face, her long, pointy nails scratching your cheek, drawing blood.
‘OH THAT IS IT BITCH!’ You didn’t just slap her, you full on punched her. She stumbled back, her stupid heels not helping, and fell over, revealing her underwear for the whole school to see. You laughed, and she grabbed your
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You tugged on the sleeves of your jacket, the dull throb of pain a consent reminder of how long the pain killers would last.
"You ready?" Alfred wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and you slowly nodded, locking eye's with Arthur. Amelia came out of the bathroom, tugging on the end of her skirt, eyeing it distastefully.
"Do I really have to ware this?" She asked.
"I don't like it either." You replied. You were wearing a short-sleeved shirt, with a jacked, but you would have to take it off, and you were not in the mood to show other people your still healing wounds.
"Let's go." Arthur quickly said, opening the door. You froze, and Alfred gently led you out the door, keeping a small smile. The four of you soon reached the car, and you climbed in the back seat with Alfred, Arthur driving and Amelia in the passenger seat. The ride was short, but the atmosphere was killing you, and when you reached the court house, you quickly got out of the car, taking a deep breath of
The Soul Deal Ch. 1"Gil, don't," Ludwig warned, a bit nervously, as he peered into the dark cave. It was too dark to see more than a few feet in, and so far there was just barren black rock.More Like This
"Don't be so chicken, Luddy! I just want to go inside, that's all," Gilbert grinned, looking upon the pitch-dark cave in awe. "This is going to be so cool!"
"We aren't even supposed to be this far into the forest..." Ludwig tried meekly.
"Oh please, there's nothing dangerous even in this forest! Look around. They said there'd be bears and wolves, but I haven't seen anything more dangerous than a squirrel! I haven't even seen any cougars," Gilbert sighed, as if disappointed.
"Our parents strictly said not to go past where the tree get taller than our house. And these trees are huge," his younger brother frowned, looking up to what little sunlight pierced the canopy of the deciduous trees.
Gilbert turned around to give Ludwig a small scowl. "You mean our FOSTER parents! Don't say that they're our actual mom and dad, 'c
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Iceland was alone in his home. There was a breeze coming in through the open window in his kitchen, sending shivers down his spine and causing his brown jacket to flutter in the breeze, like a delicate plastic bag caught in an updraft.
aw shit it's getting poetic up in here.
Iceland walked towards the kitchen, enjoying the sound of his lace up boots against his wooden floors. The sound echoed through the whole house, reminding him of the emptiness. He pushed the thought away.
He stood at the window, looking out at his Icelandic
manscapelandscape, full of mountains and valleys and lots of....other big things. He pulled the window shut with a defining thud. The house was quite, except for a familiar humming noise. Iceland whirled around, and that's when he saw it.
His heart was pounding in his chest and a blush graced his pale cheeks. The ones on his face, not his glorious butt cheeks.
Their eyes met, and it felt as if the fridge was looking into the depths
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"Hey Bella!" Italy said as he glomped you. You had just arrived at your good friend (and secret crush) Germany's house. Italy had called you earlier complaining about how he was bored, and since you had nothing else to do, you decided to come over and entertain him. "Hey Feli." You said, as you patted the energetic country's head. "Can you believe that there is only a few more days until Christmas!?" He asked, finally getting off of you. "Yeah, it is pretty unbelievable, it seems like the first of December was only yesterday." You replied. "By the way where are Kiku and Ludwig? They're usually with you." You added. "Japan is in they kitchen and Germany is in his office. They won't play with me because they're busy." "Well don't worry we'll have tons of fun now, okay?" "Yeah!" You thought that Italy was so cute, he was so childlike at times like this. "Since its snowing do you want to go play in the snow?" You suggested.
"I like the snow! We should go and get Germany and Japan so that
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Hey there reader-Chan! Antonio's POV is written in italics in this chapter! Enjoy!
You woke up in a captain's chamber, but it wasn't the usual one, which confused you. The chamber you usually woke up in had the Union Jack plastered over every visible surface. Instead, the bright shades of red and yellow engulfed you in all their Spanish glory. Heck, even the bed spread were in the idolized Spanish flag. "Well, they definitely have the same taste in interior decoration…" you grumbled to yourself.
"Don't hurt them…Take me...instead" you said, on the brink of losing consciousness.
Antonio bent down on one knee and whispered into your ear, "Now that wouldn't be fun, would it chica?"
"Please…" you weakly pleaded and slipped in to unconsciousness.
That look…it was so cute! I chuckled to myself as I thought of chica being so cute. Her feisty attitude, with her beauty…simplemente irresistible! This chica had definitely stolen my heart. But I was going to have my fun wi
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Cursed!Wolf!EnglandxCursed!Imp!Reader Chapter VI
"WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS?!" you screamed angrily at the woman in front of you. Merlina's face went from sad, to somewhat angry.
"It's not my fault!"
Arthur watched as you wobbled to the ground.
"I'm sorry (your name)." he replied rubbing his head against yours. You tired to smile, but just couldn't. Merlina shook her head.
"I don't know what happened. I'll try to make another faster..but I'm afraid I can't do that without your help."
You looked up to see a small crumpled brown-stained peice of paper. You handled it carefully, to make sure you didn't rip it.
"Go find Lukas Bondevik." Merlina said tapping at a specific area on the map. Alfred came down to your level in order to see. He seemed quite interested so you showed him it. Arthur only grumbled.
"He'll be able to help you. Tell him Merlina sent you."
"Why?" You asked,
Spamano: Teacher's PetBuzz buzz buzzMore Like This
Buzz buzz buzz buzz
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz- smack!
Fuck. I can't believe this. Not again! I throw the covers off of myself and look down; oh yeah, I went to bed with my pants on last night. It's a good thing I did, but my legs are still sticky and covered with goddamn it. What the hell was I- my face burns red when I remember the dream I had last night. That bastard, get out of my fucking head!
Buzz buzz buzz buzz
Aw, shut up. I slam my hand down onto the snooze button as my first instinct. I look at the time. Fuck. I jump out of bed and pull my clothes off and spring into the bathroom to wipe myself down. How the hell did I sleep in? Stupid fucking alarm clock, can't do anything right!
I don't give a fuck about school, not like that idiotic brother of mine, but if I ditch school one more time, my grandfather's going to kill me. And if I get another tardy, I get detention, and that mean
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Diffrent Sides of the Castle
Prolouge- Stowaway at the Spring Ball
"Lady __________?" Your butler, Eduard, called, knocking on the door to your bedroom. You looked from your mirror. "You are about to be introduced at the Spring Ball. Are you ready yet?" he asked. You smiled.
"Almost done, Eduard." You called. "Just a few more minutes." And you turned back to your hair. It was the Spring Ball in the country of (where you live) and it always made you excited. Being the princess, you always helped prepare for this lovely event. You loved the balls celebrated, but you were never a big fan of how you were suppose to dress during them. You prefered more comfortable dresses, not the kind that squeeze your waist into oblivion. The birds chirped outside in the clear, ocean blue sky, as you put the finishing touches on your hair. Of course, this ball was for specially invited guests only, so you expected everyone there to be in
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Part Two: Working Together
Romania had been a little concerned because of the annoying chatters of the bats that flitted in and out of the window with information for him. Occasionally one would fly in and smack into a wall, only to make him panic that you would be woken up. However, every time he heard you give a little whine in your sleep, reliving those gods awful memories of being forced to wear all the frilly pretty pink dresses that Austria used to by for you to go out to high society parties with, he would find himself staring. Occasionally he would chuckle as you scrunched up your pretty face and other times he would ignore the chatter of the bats, sat down on the ceiling above your bed, and then stared at you. He sighed happily and it was only when dawn broke that he quickly snuck back into his own bed.
"Good morning Puiule*, and how did you sleep in your pretty purple pyjamas?" Romania giggled evilly toward you as you sat up in bed. You wanted to smack his face in and quickly
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All the nations were gathered at a Halloween party hosted by Japan.
America peeked from behind the potted plant in the corner of the room at England, who he decided would be his victim to scare this year. England was bickering with France, as per usual. America smirked to himself. He would be the perfect scare victim. He lowered his Jason mask and slowly creeped out from behind the plant and snuck up behind England.
In the process of arguing with England, France looked over the latter's shoulder and saw.... was that actually Jason!?
"S-Sacre bleu!" France yelled, wide eyed and starting to back away.
England rolled his eyes. "You can't fool me with that, you bloody frog."
America held back his laughter and raised his blade.
"L-look behind you!" France's eyes widened even more and started running away.
England sighed. "Git." He turned around and met the eyes, or rather mask, of Jason (or so he thought). He froze in fear and screamed at the top of his lungs, which caused heads to turn the
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Denmark watched as you and Norway ate lunch in a café. He had a crush on you when you were both little. He didn't understand, how come you had to like Norway and not him. Norway didn't really talk much and he said that he could see magical creatures. He didn't understand that but it seemed that you did.
As you watched them from outside you wondered if you loved him back. 'Besides, she's not dating Norway or anything!' Denmark thought to himself 'Yeah! I'll go in there now and tell her how I feel!'
Denmark started to walk towards the door of the café. He smiled as He felt confident, and he begged to god that you liked him back. He was about to reach for the door handle but then froze as he saw you and Norway kiss.
Denmark's heart dropped and his grin turned into a sad frown. All his spirits were lost and he ran away from the door, back to his house.
"Dammit Why?!" Denmark screamed as he opened and slammed the door to the house. Iceland, who was watching t.v., looked up i
DragonBreeder!EnglandXTamer!Reader FinalMore Like This
"Where's the Tamer?" One of Lord Drax's many servants asks a knight under the Dragon Knight's command. "Oh no, did she run off again?"
The knight sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "I'll go find her. If Lord Drax finds out she's out flying again, he'll have my head."
"Who'll have your head?" A low gravely voice came from behind the two servants. The knight spins around and quickly salute the Lord, anxiety and fear flowing through his veins.
"N-nothing, my Lord!" He squeaked out. He held an emotionless expression but cold sweat trailed down his skin. The other servant stepped away, averting eye contact with the large armored man.
"Tsk tsk tsk. I don't like people hiding things from me...." He glances over at the other servant and bend down a little to match her height. "You will tell me what is going on, correct?"
She whimpered a little before blurting out, "The Dragon Tamer ran off again." She quickly covered her mouth, fear in her eyes. The knight groans a little but
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5 years passed since you began your life as a Dragon Tamer and you enjoyed it. Throughout the years you learned more about this new life your were leading. Dragon Breeders would mate dragons and take care of their eggs till they reach a certain age before a Dragon Tamer, that's you, would bond with one, training them for who knows what. Possibly get the dragons ready for a Dragon Knight but no one will tell you anything about why you've never seen one before.
You excelled in your training and your mother had commented on how dragons seem to want to flock around you but your parents would not allow you to bond with a dragon yet, though normally a Tamer would have their own dragon when they turned 10 years old. They never told you why, only that there was something special in store for you. It was a little lonely since there no kids around your age.
You two never got along very well. Not only did you two both have 2 different jobs, some of the older Tamers played a prank o
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Slowly you opened your eyes only to see a dimly lite cave ceiling covered in...spiders.Your eye twitched looking down you saw you were cocooned up to your chest,looking around you see spiders everywhere.
You felt something shift next to you looking over you saw the arachne,the sudden memories came flooding back.You let out a silent scream you are cocooned in a giant spider web,with spiders on the ceiling and all around you.
Taking a deep breath you reminded yourself of what he said that the spiders wouldn't hurt you,you kept repeating that.Hearing a yawn you look over to see the arachne shifting and turning to you,he looked at you tiredly than snapped awake causing the spiders to awaken as well.
G-good morning love"he said nervously,not know how you were going to react.you breathed deeply trying to keep yourself calm.
"G-g-good m-moring arachne"he cringed slightly at that word
"L-love you can just call me Arthur"he rubbed the back of his neck
"My name is ________"you said as c
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As morning came mangum started jumping and barking,signalling for you to get up.Opening your eys a little you saw the fuzzball jumping and twirling around,he was a puppy at heart.
"All right I'm up"you said tiredly,which he started to push you towards the door.
"I have to get dressed"you remind him,walking over to your dresser with him watching you.you stared at him.
"Out"you said firmly,he barked and squeezed through the door,grabbing a white stola since it was rather hot.Walking out you see your mother eating an apple,while your father seemed tired.
"Good morning mother,father"you said sitting down,grabbing an apple.
"Good morning_______"they said
"________ this morning is the meeting,so go get your palla"
You swallowed"Yes Father"you said getting up,you just sat down for zeus's sake!Grabbing your (fav color) palla.Wrapping it around yourself it felt warm,walking back out you see your mother had her blue one on.
"Lets go family"you all started walking toward the village,it was
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Ever since you could remember your village was haunted by an Arachne,a half-man half-spider centaur creature.They say it lived in a cave by the sea which wasn't far away,many people have tryed to slay it but they all failed.Still it terriefes your village killing cattle,people,and destroying homes and stables.At least it couldn't mate and make more monsters,one was more than enough.
Walking down the stone road to your friend's Melissa's it was the time of year for the honey harvest,so you were trading your help for some honey.It was rather easy to help with harvesting honey just smoke the bees and take the honey,and put it in a clay jar.It was the perfect day for a harvest,nice and cool.For some reason the creature didn't attack or destroy the bee hives.
Seeing the feilds of flower you knew that you would be at Melissa's home,which was larger than yours cause her father had a large honey harvest.Walking into the Atrium,you see her facing the pond.
You clear your throat she turns
Memories (Teacher!England x Student!Reader) Part 7It was around 8 PM when you finally finished studying. The little study session you had with Mr. Kirkland was incredibly fun! For the first time in your life you found studying for your French test enjoyable. Arthur was fluent in French and you simply adored his accent! You made a mental note to ask him to read you a book in French some time.More Like This
You had revised and understood absolutely everything. You were certain that you would get 100%, you would completely nail this test, and you would rub it in Mr. Bonnefoy’s face for the rest of his Camembert-loving life. It’s not like he didn’t deserve it. You were always so close to the perfect score, yet the bastard always seemed to find mistakes where there were none. Not this time!
You could easily imagine yourself as one of those villains on the cartoons – rubbing your hands together and laughing evilly. You found the concept of that idea quite amusing.
Sadly, all good things must come to an end – just like your s
Memories (Teacher!England x Student!Reader) Part 6After “saving” you from Rosa and Debbie, Mr. Kirkland took you to his car. You were surprised – the man had a first aid kid in his car! After taking it out, he cleaned the wound on your knee and then bandaged it.More Like This
“There.” The literature teacher smiled at his handiwork but that smile quickly disappeared as soon as he got up.
“Thank you.” You said, smiling at him, but your smile faded when all you got in return was a frown.
“I know you have a test tomorrow but please, we need to talk. Can we go somewhere else? I really need some answers…”
“Let’s go.” You sighed, giving up.
As soon as both of you got in his car, the Brit started it and drove you to a restaurant. When he parked his car and you got out, you looked around. The place looked extremely unfamiliar – you had never been there before.
The restaurant looked spectacular both from the inside and the outside. You didn’t really have enough time to
Memories (Teacher!England x Student!Reader) Part 5You weren’t really the kind of person who avoided their problems. In fact, when you had a problem, you preferred to solve it as soon as possible. This time, it was different. You were sure that the explanation you gave to Arthur’s fangirls wouldn’t keep them off of your back for long. Not to mention that you had a lot of tests coming up and you had to study. You decided that it would be best to avoid Mr. Kirkland for a while. Fangirls were scary and not exactly the people you wanted to have around you. This week was going to be a long one.More Like This
It was Thursday already. This week was passing pretty quickly, which, in a way was nice. You studied, did chores, went to school and came back home. You were happy that the weekend was coming. This week was so… dull. You didn’t even bring your notebook to school. You simply didn’t feel inspired. At least your tests were easy.
You let out a relieved sigh. Finally, your algebra test had passed and now all that was le
Memories (Teacher!England x Student!Reader) Part 4It was evening and you were going back home. You were in a pretty good mood and were listening to some music. All you could think about was how much you loved detention and spending time with Mr. Kirkland.More Like This
‘I can’t believe people say that he is the spawn of Satan. He’s a pretty decent guy when he isn’t trying to accuse someone of slacking off during his class.’ You thought. Then your thoughts drifted off to dinner and you realized that you needed to buy ingredients in order to cook (favorite food).
After you bought the ingredients your day passed like usually. You got back home, cooked dinner, ate and ironed your clothes for the next day. You were thinking about calling your parents on Skype but it was too late by the time you did all of your chores so you took a shower instead.
Before going to bed, you continued writing the story you started in detention since you got some ideas how to continue it while you were showering. After writing everything you wan
Memories (Teacher!England x Student!Reader) Part 3It’s been about a month since Mr. Kirkland started teaching at your school. A month full of detention for you. Not that you minded. True to her word, your friend called you at least twice a week when you had literature class and, of course, you got detention. During the past month you had gotten pretty close to your young, British teacher and it was obvious to both of you that your writing skills were improving. Somehow, he managed to convince you to join several writing contests and you were proud to say that you won them all. You never expected to reach the first place but you did! The prize was money, however, you decided to save it for the future instead of spending it.More Like This
The Brit seemed to have found friends as well – you often saw him in the school halls with Mr. Bonnefoy, your French teacher. Seeing those two together made you laugh because the two bickered nearly all of the time and it was always hilarious to watch.
Today was no different.
You arrived earlier than usu
Once Upon a Time...-Disney!Hetalia X Reader Intro“C’mon, it won’t be so bad!” Jxk dragged you into the library and you sighed.More Like This
“We’ve only known each other for a week and already you think its okay to wake me up early on a weekend?” It was true, you had met Jxk in your math class and you saw her drawing country flags in her notebook. You asked her if she knew what Hetalia was and she immediately fangirled. You both became quick friends after that. You had woken up to your friend calling you, dramatically explaining over the phone that she needed a new library book and that she wanted you to accompany her.
“I’ll be in the horror section or in the adult section, which ever intrigues me more.” With her sly grin, she slipped over to the mentioned sections. You glanced around, sighing again. You were a big reader, but you were more into fanfiction *cough*reader-inserts*cough*. You headed toward the back of the library, where a lonely table sat. Sliding into a seat, you looked at
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Hey guys this is going to be my first ever country x reader series. These stories will take time to write because of college, Work and homework, also the fact that these story's are not going to be one-shots they will have chapters, Don't know how many I will just go with the flow and write them.
So here we go, yay
reader x 1p countries and 2p's. The 1p's and 2p's stories Will be in separate lists in the discretion.
Popular! reader X 1p countries.
The countries will be nerds, bullied or popular but you will always be popular but kind, nice, beautiful, funny and friendly reader-San.
Reader x 2p Countries
The 2p's will be popular or just them selves scary, weird but not evil. The reader will be a nerd, bullied, abused, shy or just them selves but not popular.
if there are any characters you want on the list that i haven't put down please write in the comments but only the 1p Countries.
Please no more requests for the moment there are alto on the list already, when most
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Dear father, mother, I'm sorry for all I've done,
In tears I suffer, still bending, breaking my thumbs,
Dear sister, brother, I'll send you kisses good night,
Love one another, I wish you luck and goodbye.
I've found myself along this never-ending routine,
Addicted to my tears, I hunt for a new meaning,
This crave of sympathy, it kills and eats me,
I just want some love, just need a heart,
To tear myself apart.
And hear me now, I'll scream it loud,
I never knew it'd be like this,
I cannot see you, cannot see me,
Screaming "I don't know!"
And the creation, and temptation,
Leaving me the ruthless pain,
I want to live, I want to die,
I want to have a name.
So long to everyone, I've fought myself to the end,
I wait this final thought, that no one is my friend...
(Is this who I am or who the public built?
Ending up forever living life in guilt. x2)
Ah, and still I feel as though I'm nothing,
I just need to make, a big mistake,
And tear my heart apart.
And hear me now, I'll scream it
And I'm Home 2: Germany x ReaderAnd I'm Home 2More Like This
Germany x Reader
Chapter 2: Singing, And Laughing, And Weird Accents.
So I managed to capture Italy and (Country Name).
But all that I'm hearing from Italy is the singing, and laughing, and the weird accents. While all I'm hearing from (Country Name) is...silence. I don't understand it. Why won't they escape? At least (Country Name) is glaring at me with contempt, unlike him.
"Aren't you going to escape?" I ask. Italy smiles and shakes his head.
"Why? I get fed and nobody picks on me! I like it here!" He replies. I sigh heavily before turning to (Country Name).
"And what about you?" (Country Name) goes to stand by Italy.
"I'm not leaving without Italy." She says. And since Italy doesn't want to leave. I'm guessing she's staying as well. I sigh and put a hand on my forehead. This is going to be harder than I thought.
"Italy, we must leave." Says (Country Name), but Italy shakes his head.
"But (Name)! I like it here!" He cries.
2P Spain Hetaloid x Reader (Part 1)As of the day that you purchased your Hetaloid you felt the need to find a hobby to kill time while waiting for school to start. You clicked open a new tab and started to search for something fun close by and found a website with a list of activities open to the community. “Let’s see..no,no,no nahh, hhmm AHA!” You quickly turned your laptop off, changed into your most comfy sporty clothes and left your home.More Like This
“Wow I’m beat” You said as you came back home tired and sweaty from the dancing classes you signed up a week ago. You quickly changed into your favorite tomato pajamas and sat on the sofa, but as soon as you plopped onto the sofa the door bell rang “Ugggghhhh~” You groaned as you lazily picked yourself up and went to open the door, to which your surprise was a delivery guy with a tall crate. “Hello are you miss (f/n) (l/n)?” “Yes, what’s that?” The man then handed you clip board for you to
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It was new start for me in (City) as I started to finish unpacking the last of my belongings. I just moved out of my home to live closer to my new college, which apparently was too far for me from where I was. So I packed my stuff, said good bye to my friends and family and left to (City). There’s soo many things that are knew to me and one of them was being alone. Don’t get me wrong being alone is awesome since I can do almost anything I want and not get scolded, but it feels too quiet. “Well I’m done for today” I said to myself as I but the last book on the shelf and looked at the time to see it was dinner time.
“Damn it’s that late already? Good thing I packed some food before from back home” I said as I went into the kitchen and took out (favorite food) from the fridge and heated it in the microwave. Once it was heated I went to the living room and sat down on the sofa to eat “Let’s see what’s on”
2P Italy Hetaloid x Reader (Part 2)“talking”, ‘thinking’More Like This
What’s worse than a horny psycho Italian? Having pasta in places where it should never be that’s what. Resistance was futile, no matter how much strength you put into getting out of Luciano’s grasp you couldn’t get away and it turned him on. To him you looked like his dinner with all that pasta and sauce all over your upper body and face. “Penso che questo è il mio nuovo modo preferito di mangiare la pasta~” Luciano gave you an experimental lick on your cheek and continued to lick, bite, and slurp his way to your mouth. “n-no wait Luci-mmmhh!” You pleads were silenced as his mouth ravished yours and all you could do is secretly enjoy his treatment.
‘Damn his kissing skills!’ As you both parted for some air Luciano quickly recovered and dipped his face into your neck, eating away the pasta and making his way to your flesh beneath it. “Mia moglie~ <3” “mmhh~ w-wh
2P Italy Hetaloid x Reader (Part 1)“talking”, ‘thinking’More Like This
After finishing moving in my new home I realized I lacked tools that were needed on the daily basis. So I went looking and buying for things such as house cleaning products, a first aid kit, kitchen tools, and ingredients to make my own food. I spent the week cleaning, painting and decorating my house ‘Wow my house looks awesome!’ I thought as I heard my stomach grumble “hhmmm may be I should try that new Italian pasta recipe I saw on TV” So I went to my kitchen to start making my pasta. *ding dong* *ding dong* “Coming! Just wait a second!” I said as I turned the flames down to low on my stove ‘Dang I was about to finish, this better be worth it’I opened the door and saw a delivery guy with a large crate.
“Hello are you miss (f/n) (l/n)” “Yes that’s me” “Ok then here are some papers you have to sign in the mean time I’ll move the crate ins
HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug?More Like This
You woke with a start. Your breathing was heavy, eyes wide open in fear. You grabbed a pillow and stuffed your face into it, screaming and crying. To make things worse a thunderstorm just happened to be passing by. Why did this have to happen now? Just after world meeting. God, why must my brain make up such horrible things to dream about?
You were currently staying at a hotel with a lot of the other nations. Why? Because you had stopped at this place for a little stretch after the meeting. But things turned from good to bad when it started raining and to even worse when there was flash flooding. You had no other choice then to stay, along with other nations that wanted a rest too.
You started to calm down and soon the memory of your nightmare faded away. Although you knew this wouldn't be the end of it. Usually when you tried to fall back asleep after having a nightmare a even more terrifying one would take its place.
But there was a way to cure it. Too bad your younger sister wasn't
Blind!FrancexAbused!Child!Reader pt.12I woke up the next day to find Francis snuggled in my bed with me. He was fast asleep.More Like This
I think about last night...
After we got back from dinner with Arthur, I was tired. I ate so much food at the restaurant that I thought I was going to pass out right the. And there. Luckily, Francis was holding me. He's comfortable enough with his house that he knew where everything was.
We were talking.
"Arthur told me that the amount of food on your plate was way too big for your little tummy, but you finished it anyway..."
"I did! The food was so yummy!"
He gave a chuckle that vibrated through his body. He set me down on the bed.
"Well next time, don't over eat, you'll get a tummy ache and I don't want you to be in pain. Not anymore...."
He started to stroke my hair. He was always so soft and gentle on me...why wasn't he my daddy from the start? I probably would've been much happier.
I have a yawn.
"Alright mon cher, it's time
FranceXLowSelf-Esteem!Reader A Rose Started it AllMore Like This
The call caused the young man to turn towards the person who called out to him. He noticed his two friends running towards him, with the looks that they had something on their minds.
His best friends, the cheerful Antonio Fernández Carriedo, and the loud Gilbert Beilschmidt came over to him as he closed up is text book.
"Bonjour, you two. Comment allez-vous?" Asked the light blonde with crystal blue eyes as he stood to meet his friends.
"You vant to come to zhe mall vith us? Ve need to zhink about somezhing to get for your birthday next veek!" Gilbert smirked.
"Oh? You want me to come?" Francis asked with a laugh. "Wouldn't that spoil the surprise?"
"Please, amigo! How are we supposed to know what you want?" Antonio asked with a grin. "Besides, school's out for the weekend, and you have a week to plan for the party! Surely your going to forget what we spot to get you!"
Francis laughed. His friends really were known for their antics, but thi
Punk!BritainXPunk!Reader Battle of the BandsMore Like This
"You ready, (Name)?"
"Damn right." Replied the (h/c) female. "3...2...1."
She started off with some light strums on her (fav/color) electric guitar, then they quickly transformed into the song that (Name) and her band were going to perform at the Battle of the Bands at the end of the week.
(Name) was the lead singer and one of the guitarists of her band, (BandName). Along with her, Mathias Køhler on second guitar, Lukas Bondevik on bass, Emil Steilsson on keyboard, Tino Väinämöinen on backup bass, and Berwald Oxenstierna on drums. The six of them were a pretty damn good in a band. It would have to take a lot of work if anyone wanted to beat them in the Battle of the Bands.
She finished the last cord of the song and let out a sigh. "That should be it for today, good job, boys."
"Aw yeah!! Awesome job, (Name)! We'll win for sure!!" Mathias cheered as he slung an arm around (Name)'s shoulders.
"Hell yeah we will!" She agreed while she ruffled his gravity defying
FACEFamilyXChild!Reader New FamilyMore Like This
"Excuse me, I'm looking for a Ms. (Mom's Name) (Last Name)." The quiet blond with glasses told the receptionist at the hospital desk.
"Can I get your name, sir?" She asked in reply as she looked up from the computer screen.
The young man adjusted his glasses that framed his violet eyes. "Matthew Williams, I'm a good friend." he replied.
The nurse nodded and typed something up on her computer, she clicked the mouse and looked up again. "She's in the left wing of the ICU. Room 16."
Matthew nodded at her. "Thank you." He turned on his heel and made a brisk walk to the ICU of the hospital.
His good friend, (Mom's Name) had been sick for years. And today was the day that her sickness was getting the best of her. What was the worst of it, was that she had an adorable daughter of six. (Mom's Name)'s husband killed himself in a drunk driving accident and left his wife to take care of the child. Matthew helped of course, (Mom's Name) was his best friend! (Name) was practically a daughter to him
RussiaXReader Sleepy Winter StudiesMore Like This
"(Name)? You awake?"
(Name) jumped at the sound of her friend's voice. She looked to her left and saw Toris Laurinaitis. The brunette was staring at her with his pools of curious green eyes. She yawned and rubber her eyes tiredly.
"Sorry, Torris. Winter just makes me sleepy sometimes." she yawned.
It was winter time during the school year. With (Name) cramming for exams in a couple weeks, and the holidays coming up, she hardly had anytime for her friends, including her crush.
Ah, her crush. The tall platinum haired, violet eyed, handsome Russian, Ivan Braginsky. Every time he smiled his childlike grin at her, she would just melt despite the cold climate.
"You should head on home, (Name). School's over." Toris told her as he walked with her through the empty hallways.
"Yeah, I have to get home and jump back on studying." She explained.
"Still? (Name), exams aren't for a few more weeks, we have plenty of time!" Toris exclaimed. The two of them reached their neighboring lock
Russia x 2P!Reader : A Harsh and Cold WinterMore Like This
The winter winds blew harshly against you, your heavy boots becoming heavier with every step against it. The snow was so thick you could barely see if there was even a Tree inches from your face, causing you to crash into one every so often. You could barely feel your face, let alone your hands, despite being overdressed with scarves and coats. At times you felt as though you may trip at any given moment; however you still treaded on for an unknown location. The weather however proved dominate and you finally collapsed onto the cold, stinging snow. Before you blacked-out, you swore you saw a tree of the sorts with a somewhat gray scarf feverishly flapping accordingly to the wind.
After a moment of darkness, you suddenly opened your eyes to see yourself in a maze of Sunflowers.
These sun plants were far too tall for you to even see through, causing only a blue sky and meadow to come into view.
Up onto the meadow was a man in a thick coat, not suiting to the current destination.
America x Cold-Hearted!Reader: Warmth Part 1More Like This
You glared in envy as you saw other girls/guys talking to Alfred. Very long ago, you used to have a crush on him. But, your friend ruined your relationship with him once she/he told Alfred. He simply replied, "Eww, I don't like her/him back, she's/he's ugly." This comment took you at least two years to not care for him anymore. You started to become mean to others and was grouchy most of the time. And he just went on with his life, not a care in the world. Eventually, you both talked to each other little by little each day.
'Even though I don't care for him anymore, I still want him to like me back.' you thought. 'Of course, like I said, he means nothing to me.'
"Hey, (Name)!" Alfred said.
"What do you want?" you asked.
"Am I your friend?" He asked that question every day for some unknown reason.
"We don't even talk a lot how could I call you a friend?"
He laughed. And then he took your pencil away and kept it like always.
'Stupid.' you said in your mind.
Nordics x Child! Reader: Night Time Adventure pt1More Like This
~Author’s note: This is the sequel to “Nordic x Child! Reader: A Real Family” If you haven’t read that please do so before reading this one. Thank you and please enjoy.~
“I can make it!” you told yourself as you ran through the forest. “I’ve just got to.” Your little legs running as fast as they could through the snow as you looked back. You were being chased and you were trying to get away. Your (e/c) eyes widen with hope as you saw the house you and your five older brothers live in. “Almost there!” You smiled as you felt a pair of hands around your waist picking your small body up and holding you in the air.
“Got ya!” you heard as you screamed in giggles.
“Ok Big brother Denmark!” You smiled as you were held in your Danish brother’s arms. “You got me.”
“What was that?” He asked holding you with one arm and held the other one hovering over you wiggling his fin
Liljat ovat hautajaiskukkia, FrUkToisinaan ihmisillä oli ystäviä, joita ei aina edes halunnut laskea ystäviksi. Sellaisia, joiden kanssa riiteli ja vähän väliä tuntui siltä, että toista voisi heittää halolla päähän. Joille sanoi pahojakin asioita, mutta joiden seuraan päätyi aina uudelleen ja uudelleen.More Like This
Arthur olisi halunnut väittää, ettei sellainen ihminen edes ollut ystävä. Mutta koska hän ja Francis olivat elävä esimerkki asetelman mahdollisuudesta, hän ei voinut sitä tehdä.
Toisaalta taas, sillä nimenomaisella hetkellä hän oli oikeasti sitä mieltä, ettei hän haluaisi nähdä Francista enää ikinä. Yleensä toiselle oli vaikea olla vihainen päivää kauempaa. Ranskalainen tuli aina ovelle, hymyili ja he päätyivät juomaan teetä ja syömään mitä ikinä toinen sillä
Oh My WereWolf :Chapter 6More Like This
He never really thought about it. He has been with England for a couple of days now. France looked around the cave. They came back from hunting. When they were out there on that ice, his heart skipped a beat. England was so beautiful.
He just could believe someone like him to be alpha. France looked around for England. After about ten minutes of searching he found him. It was the darkest part of the cave. You could hear the water from the waterfall come down and splash the water below. All of the pack was there.
"What's going on" France's voice echoed. All there heads turned to him. England came out of the crowed.
"Ah there you are, now would you please fallow me" he turned around a started walking. France looked at the others. The Russian growled. France didn't want to stay with them, so he went after England. They came to another part of the cave. In the middle was a circle. "Stand in the middle of the circle" England told France. France did what he was told
FrUK-A Music Meme (written~)More Like This
1. Choose a fandom, pairing, or character you like
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle
a ficlet/drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the length of the song to write.
4. Do ten of these, and no skipping!
Pairing: FrUK from Hetalia
1-Night across the Thames-Mr TinoForever
You idiot, what have you done to me? I'm crying aren't I in this crummy apartment nears the Thames that's right you left me damn it frog, why does this hurt? I told you to go and not regret leaving because anything you could do to me had already been done. Now you're gone all I can remember are these happy memories of you and that one in the field where you shone under the sun like a diamond it was my loveliest memory and I'm trying to stop this pain inside of me but I'm the one who told you to walk away, me, no-one else. Don't regret it, it was for the best but that doesn't mean I won't remember you kissing me for the first time on London Bridge above the Thames,
Britain vs. CleverbotUser: 'ello.More Like This
User: I'm Arthur Kirkland.
Cleverbot: Are you a pirate?
User: I was at one point, but not currently. I'm surprised that you knew that about me!
Cleverbot: Why are you surprised?
User: Because some people don't know that I'm a former pirate.
Cleverbot: Do you wish to be able to know what it is. Answer you?
Cleverbot: The word because.
Cleverbot: Don't talk to me like I'm crazy.
User: I'm not talking to you like you're crazy.
User: Because that would be rude.
Cleverbot: Get to the Choppa!
User: Have you been talking to Alfred recently?
User: Are you sure you havent been talking to Alfred F. Jones? That sounds like something he would say.
Cleverbot: What do you think I am?
User: Well, I think you're a computer.
Cleverbot: Why do you think I'm a computer?
User: Because I'm talking to you on a computer.
Cleverbot: You are talking to me and you are a computer.
User: What? No I'm not, you bloody wanker!
HomeworkMore Like This
Title: All Because of Homework
Characters: AU!France and AU!England
Pairing: FrUK <3
Warning: Cursing and very very mild gore if you squint. Also, I did this when I was sleepy, so do forgive me if it doesn't sound as enticing as it's supposed to be.
Francis flicked the piece of paper held in his hand. He then examined it with uninterested eyes, gave it a wiggle and dropped it on the table in front of him. Wrinkling his nose, he picked it up again, only this time to drop it on the floor, where it fluttered to the back of the classroom, underneath another student's desk. Francis looked behind him to see who the owner of the desk was.
The Englishman heard crumpling underneath his shoes as he shifted his legs to a comfortable position, and picked up the piece of paper. It was their recent homework, due the next day. He immediately knew who owned it, and shot a glare at the Frenchman.
Francis only smi
Norwegian Stereotypes..More Like This
"Norwegian's look as if they're soaked in bleach.."
Lukas Bondevik, turned his head to see (first name) (last name) glaring at a computer screen, seemingly talking to herself.
Finding this all to interesting, Lukas peered over, accidentally resting his head on her shoulder, making her gasp and turn to see him.
"Lukas you scared me!" she replied, clicking the minimize button.
"What were you looking at?" he asked, taking the mouse, putting his hand over hers and moving the mouse back to the website she was on. It wasn't really a site though. She was looking up 'Norwegian Stereotypes', and Lukas raised an eyebrow.
(Your name) just let out a sarcastic laugh.
"Can I ask you a few questions then?" she smiled brightly, with Lukas giving her another strange look.
(your name) went right to it, and began to asking questions.
"Does everyone ski in Norway?"
"No." Lukas answered rather quickly. He thought he should maybe speak a little slower.
"Hmm.." (your name) went on. "Is it true that m
French Stereotypes..More Like This
"Francis, is it true french people drink wine like water?"
The blond haired french-man looked over at his friend (your name), and a smile appeared on his face.
"Well I love za wine~" he laughed. "But non. It's not drunk like water-"
"Is is true french wash less often than others?"
He nearly screamed. Well he did, just in a non-many way.
"Zat is not true (your name)! I love to be clean!" he flipped his hair with a wink, making (your name) smrik and turn back into her seat.
"What are you doing anyway?" Francis peered over his friends shoulder to see 'French Stereotypes' on the screen. He didn't seem to happy about it.
"(Your name) don't tell me your-"
"Is it true french people are rude and racist?"
"NON!" Francis shouted, a little more angry than girly this time.
"Well is it true french always eat frogs all the time?"
Francis sighed, and just answered the questions.
"Zat is not true either."
(Your name) sighed, and began to tap her fingers along the desk. To Francis, he thought it was pr
British Stereotypes..More Like This
The blond haired english man looked towards his friend (your name), raising an eyebrow in the process.
"Yes (your name)?"
Without warning, the blond man's eyes widened as (your name) opened his mouth as if trying to seek some buried teasure. She peered into his mouth and stared at his teeth.
"You don't have bad teeth Arthur!"
"Bloody hell woman!?" Arthur turned red, realizing how close her mouth was to his, however the girl in front of him didn't care.
(Your name) pulled out a small notepad and paper and checked something off.
Arthur began to get curious.
"What's that (your name)..?" he asked as calmly as he could. He was beginning to get worried of what she was planning.
"A list." she mumbled, not paying much attention to her british friend.
She looked up at him, her (e/c) eyes shining.
"I'm trying to see if the british stereotypes are real!" she sounded so happy about it.
Arthur didn't like it one bit, but before he could ask, she was blurting out questions.
Germany x Reader - Schone NachtMore Like This
Ludwig had invited you over to his house for dinner and you were excited. You wore the best outfit you had to hand and headed over in a heartbeat. You knocked on the door, full of excitement ... you still couldn't believe that someone you had a crush on for as long as you could remember was actually going to have dinner with you. The door opened and Feliciano was standing there
"Ciao, Bella! Germany's in his office at the moment. Come in!" He said, smiling
He led you into the living room and you took a seat. In the corner of your eye you could see Kiku cleaning the floor and Romano was taking a nap in the armchair opposite you, snoring quite loudly. You noticed Feliciano had disappeared somewhere ... you were guessing that he had gone to bother Ludwig for a while ...
3 ... 2 ... 1 ...
"ITALY! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"
You laughed at the fact that you could pinpoint his outbursts at Feliciano perfectly. You sighed as Feliciano came running into the room with a big grin moments later
America x Reader - Movie NightMore Like This
You sat on the sofa next to Kiku, waiting for Alfred to come in with the popcorn
"So ... what is this movie we're watching again?" You asked
"I think it's called "Undead Bunnies". Sounds kind of dumb ..." Kiku said
"Yeah, you're right ..." You said
Alfred came in, hugging the bowl of popcorn for dear life. He was trembling as he sat next to you. He pressed play on the DVD player and began to shake, so much so, that he shook the entire sofa
Wow, this movie must be super scary ... You thought, feeling bad for making fun of him earlier
You began to pay attention to the movie and you heard Alfred whimper when the sound on the T.V went silent. A little weird monster appeared, making you and Kiku jump. You smiled, thinking that your reaction was completely ridiculous. But then you heard Alfred scream in pure terror, then cling onto you
"Hold me!" He cried, tears streaming from his eyes
You blushed a little, even though he smelt like hamburgers. You had liked Alfred ever sin
[Englandx(fem)America fanfic] Part 1: On the BeachMore Like This
England sat beside France in the sand, shaded by an umbrella. His arms were folded and resting on his knees as he stared out into space with a distance expression. France reached out and placed a hand on England's back, causing the blonde to flinch.
"Your skin is so pasty pale.. you need more sun, mon cher," France pointed out as she slid her hand slowly down his back.
England flinched even more and brushed her hand away with his arm. As he glared at the blonde woman, his eyes couldn't help but wander down to her body. She had already gotten a nice summer tan, and since she wore the most itty-bitty swim suit imaginable, the tan was clearly all over her body. He turned away before France could notice his staring, and looked down at his legs in front of him.
"I am quite pale..." England thought, and lifted his arms up to view them as well, which were even more pale than his legs.
"I've never been fond of summer, though," he continued to think as he stared out at the beach around him.
Prussia x Reader: Goodbye for the Last TimeIt was another normal day for the Prussian man as he was parking in the hospital's parking lot. He was here to see her again, his beautiful wife.More Like This
Their love was something he cherished more than beer, his friends, and even himself. No matter how selfish he got, you brought him back to being considerate about the family.
Yes, he had settled down that. It was still hard for his brother to grasp to this day, but that was how it was. He had gotten married and had a beautiful little boy.
His name was Dominik and he was a bright guy for being only five. He had a light silver hair similar to his father's but his eyes were far from red. They were your eye color that matched the soft expression his face had to match your own.
Gilbert's influence was in the hair, accent, pale skin, and attitude. He was full of spunk and a real big rebel, but that was alright.
It reminded Gilbert about his own past; excluding all the blood loss and war though. He was glad his son got the calmness he ne
COM: Jealous!Romano X Reader [Prometto]More Like This
Having been in a relationship with Romano for over a year now, you were fully aware of his personality and tendencies that revealed themselves over that time period. How he would deny anything if it made him look “uncool” and how he pouted until he received what he was pouting for. You came to the conclusion that, just like his brothers, he was stuck as a child, but most of the time you didn’t mind.
Other times it was all you could do to not walk away from him.
“Don’t you fucking look at my girl again, you bastard!”
With a heavy sigh, you brought your fingers to your forehead, massaging the skin in attempt to keep the splitting headache at bay that you acquired from his screaming for the last five minutes. He had caught the young blonde waiter staring at you when the two of you stopped a homely cafe and restaurant. The man had seated you two, and commented on your outfit and hair. The autumn weather was beginning to get cold and rainy, so you
Romano x Reader: Do Not Pull8. InnocenceMore Like This
“Chigi!” You blinked and looked at Lovino’s red, flustered, and somewhat frustrated face. You glanced between his ever deepening blush and the hair curl pinched between your to fingers.
“R-ragazza…” he started but his sentence was choked back by the motion of you twirling the curl around your index finger.
“This is a pretty weird curl, Lovi,” you said as you gave it another firm tug.
“Fuck!” he swore as you continued to mess with it before he somewhat roughly grabbed your wrists and pinned you down on the couch the two of you had been sitting on with your hands above your head. He was panting heavily as he looked down at you, giving your body a once over. Damn you looked good. You just tilted your head innocently, urging him to violate that innocence as hard and rough as possible. Thankfully, he had more self-control than that. “Ragazza…, _______, that curl….”
“What about it?” y
Nyo!Belarus x Reader: Taking Things SlowYou were standing at your locker getting your books and chatting with Elizaveta when –More Like This
“I want us to get married!”
You blinked repeatedly trying to comprehend what Nikolai had just said. Elizaveta was trying not to laugh, pressing a hand to her lips. Meanwhile, your face darkened continuously into deeper shades of red.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” she snickered before leaving for her next class. Once she rounded the corner, her boisterous laugh echoed through the hallways, barely reaching your ears due to your confused and shocked state.
“W-what?!” you blurted. Nikolai’s face was completely red and he wouldn’t meet your eyes. He scratched the back of his head somewhat nervously.
“You heard me,” he said sharply while sending a glare your way. You weren’t entirely sure what you were hearing. Only a week ago he hated you, admitting to being somewhat attracted to you as well but he said he hated you for it. Then h
Prussia X Reader: Opposites AttractIt was no secret that Gilbert Beilschmidt was always loud and always proud. The only surprise was his choice in girlfriends, or rather girlfriend. You were the latest one and, if no one could tell by how he treated you, you were the first one he had ever fallen head over heels for. And he made it a point to show you every day just how much he loved you, whether it would be declarations of how vast his love for you went or the occasional gift like flowers or chocolates or a small stuffed animal. He was, to put it simply, awesome. He loved you and you loved him, and there was no doubt in anyone’s mind about it. Well… except yours. Gilbert made it no secret about his love – putting it out in the open like he did with most things – but you were much quieter and shy (which is why people were so surprised he had fallen for you). You wanted to profess your love to him, but you weren’t sure how to go about it. Large flashy shows and announcements weren’t exMore Like This
England X Reader: All Warmed UpIt was freezing cold outside. But for some reason that was unknown to you, you went out. You put on your warmest sweater – the one with the cute little panda on it – some jeans and a pair of snow boots. Late last night a light snow storm had blown through town and now your whole street was coated in a blanket of sparkling, white snow and ice. You rushed outside, grabbing a jacket off of the coat rack near the door. The chill hit you immediately. The jacket wasn’t heavy enough for this type of cold. You shivered but you were too entranced by the picturesque beauty of the snow. It was a picture straight out of a travel catalogue. You stepped out on the porch of your home and started to go down the front steps, the snow crunching beneath your heavy boots, and slipped on some ice, hitting every step on the way down. You were just glad there were only three steps. You stood up quickly and dusted the snow off of your pants, quite sure it was going to leave a wet spotMore Like This
America X Reader: I Love You Because...You first met Alfred F. Jones in a club. He'd had a rough day and was now just looking for some good fun, a good buzz, and a quick lay. He spotted you on the dance floor among the throng of gyrating, sweaty bodies, your more than a little naughty moves catching his eye. He guessed by your dancing that you were easy, but upon introductions he discovered your perky, good-girl demeanor. He, of course, was disappointed. Confused by his sudden change in mood, you asked about his sudden change in attitude, and he was surprisingly honest.More Like This
"Don't take this the wrong way, _______, but I honestly thought you'd be an easy screw." As he turned to walk away you put your hand on his shoulder, leaned in close on your tippy-toes, your voice switching from bubbly to silky.
"What makes you so sure I'm not?" With that he turned and grabbed your hand, and before you knew it you were off to his place. He then found out you were a virgin. When he asked why you had lied - even though you technically didn't -
Hate Me [ England x Child!Reader ] 05Contains:More Like This
Arthur x Child!Reader
[ Arthur's P.O.V ]
This is the happiest I've seen (y_n) since she was put under my care. She's grown a good bit, from the love and affection I've given her, she's about the size of America when I found him all of those years ago. Three months, three months have passed since I started showing (y_n) kindness.
It was hard for me to believe that America played a small part in the joy and happiness (y_n) has been able to obtain. But, I had to do all of this carefully under the Queen's radar. For if she were to learn that I'm treating (y_n) with kindness, showing her affection and allowing her to grow up…then I would most defiantly be punished.
But, right now seeing the smile on (y_n)'s face while she ran around my rose garden full of energy. Hiding from the man mythical creatures that originated or live in England in this simple game of tag. The creatures enjoying it as well, mostly the fairies and Flying Mint Bunny.
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I sighed as I entered my house and closed the door behind me. Another pointless meeting with countries who did nothing but bicker and complain. And that bloody idiot, America. You'd think since I raised him, he would be brighter and more realistic. What a laugh.
I hung up my coat and loosened my tie as I walked into my bedroom. What I needed was a good rest. Too exhausted to properly change clothes, I flopped down onto my bed face first. After taking a deep breath, I turned my head to the side and looked around until my eyes settled on a picture frame that stood on my bedside table. I stared at it. It was a picture of me and _____. It was taken long ago, around when I had first found the little country. I had found her on the coast of my own country, just sitting in the sand and staring at the ocean. It was quite surprising. She didn't panic or look scared when I approached her. As soon as our eyes met, we sor
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"Have you ever heard of Arthur Kirkland?"
You looked up from your novel, and peered up at your friend, who you found staring into your (e/c) eyes, two inches away from your face. You smirked at her, and marked your place in your book. Setting it down in the grass next to you, she asked the same question.
"Well?" She asked. "Have you?"
"Have I what?" You asked back, resting one leg atop the other, leaning back on the big oak tree behind you, putting your arms behind your head.
"Have you ever heard of Arthur Kirkland?" A little annoyance detected in her voice.
You had to ponder a moment. You hadn't recalled any 'Arthur'.
"I..don't beleive so."
Rolling her eyes, she plopped down on the grass next to you.
"You really must get out more, _______!" Your friend said, grabbing your book. "You can't just sit inside and read fantasy stories all day! Go outside, or at least in town once in awhile. Maybe you'd finally get a taste of the real world."
Defencively, you grabbed the book out of her hand
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Flying mint bunny plush
It was a flying mint bunny plushie.
You stared at it dumbfounded.
"Who the hell sent you?" You muttered, staring at it.
With a shriek, you dropped the toy and fell backwards off your bed. It did not just speak. There was no way you had seen it's mouth move.
Peering over the edge of the bed, you stared at the little green rabbit.
"Please don't freak out! I need your help!"
It was talking. And it needed your help.
The little plushie moved stiffly towards you. You tried your best not to flinch away.
"I'm locked in this body, stuck in your world!!" It sounded panicked, it's voice going up in pitch with every word.
"How do I help?"
Yes, you were talking to it. Something about this was all to real to be a dream or a hallucination.
"Take my place."
"WHAT?! In the plushie? No thank you!"
The Flying Mint Bunny plush flapped it's wings, irritated.
"NO. Take my place in the
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"Sorry love, I've never tried it." he said shrugging his shoulders.
"How could you have never tried nutella!?" you flailed your arms for emphasis. Arthur let out an irritated sigh and ran a hand through his blond, messy hair.
"I just haven't. Alfred always tried but always failed. What's so good about it anyway? Isn't it just nuts?"
You nearly fainted. "Just nuts?! It's not just nuts! It a blend of hazel nuts and chocolaty goodness!" You grabbed a small silver spoon from your cupboard drawer. Then, reached up into the cabinet fumbling while trying to reach down a fresh jar of nutella. Arthur watched you with one of his bushy eyebrows raised.
You twisted off the lid and pulled back to paper seal. Which, much to your dismay, was harder than it looked to take off. Once off, you dipped the
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*Uncertain!UK X Broken!Reader*
The phone rung with echo,the notes hitting the walls and getting to the Brit`s ears,whose eyes snapped open even if his eyelids felt heavy.With a sigh,he threw off the covers of him,leaving the comfort of his bed in order to answer the phone.Seeing the small limb of the clock pointing 3 under the moonlight,he muttered a ‘Bloody hell’,ruffling his shaggy blonde hair,forgetting to put on his house slippers.
The cold wooden floor on which Arthur`s steps were printed cried from the male`s weight – not because he weighted too much,but just because in the night it seemed to be like that – every small sound ten times worse.
Sighing once again,the blonde pinched the bridge of his nose in disgust as people forgot their manners – calling at 3 in the morning proved lack of education,but the Brit washed it off,trying his best not to overreact – before actually picking up the phone.
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______ rolled her eyes. Here we go again, she lamented. Why did England have to be so anal? Sure, America was ... immature at times, but that's what made him! Geez, you'd think he'd realize that already; he raised him, after all.
Besides, ______ had never seen this gentleman side England was so proud of. The whole time she'd known him, he'd never done a single gentlemanly thing. And that pissed her off more.
"Dude, chill." America chuckled, anime sweat on his head.
"I will not 'chill'!" England fumed. "I raised you better than that! You need to grow up or the other countries will never warm up to you!"
"I raised you better than that." _______ mimicked under her breath. England's ears perked up.
"DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY, MADAM?!" He exploded.
Ooh, this will be fun.
"Yeah, I do." she simply stated, rather humorously compared to England's outburst.
"Go on, then!"
"Honestly, I think you're a hypocrite
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And then after a small chuckle, he smiled mischievously. You glowered at him darkly. Every time he smiled like that it always bode ill for you. Hadn't you learned yet not to trust him? You should have just have gone to the other bar with Elizaveta but no You had to go and spend more time with your friends from college. Your cursed morality of keeping your friends close was really starting to lash back at you. You should have just have gone to the other bar. This was a mistake. Gilbert, Francis and Antonio loved teasing you as much as they possibly could. It was almost like a game for them. It annoyed you to no end.
"And maybe Antonio."
"That was one time!" you cried.
You hadn't done anything either. You had gone to alone bed that night. Francis and Gilbert thought it would be funny to put a drunk Antonio in your bed. They thought your reaction to finding the Spaniard in your bed hilario
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You were walking thru the forest, wandering around, you were hungry. The famished you tried to drink from someone a while ago had been punched in the face by a man so called 'Hero', he was pretty strong for a mere human, your jaw still hurt a bit. He told you not to drink on his territory, kicking you out and telling you to keep walking north, so you did. You were lucky he had shown you mercy, and it was kind of him to show you were you could find food, 'I'm a hero after all and it's my duty to help others, humans and vampires alike', was what he said You listened to his advice, walking northward; he said you'd find food But you hadn't seen a single human and you've walked a pretty long distance.
You saw someone with a red hood walking nearby still in the forest; you heard your stomach growl. You walked over to the red hooded guy, you were close when he heard you, and he instinctively looked towards the cause of the
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You were just a nāga (or 'nāgī' as females are called), living in the forest. No, you weren't some huge half-human, half-snake beast with a nasty attitude. You were actually some little creature, sweet as can be with a bit of a short temper, only able to fit in the palm of a hand.
Your tail was just of plain white, (h/l)(h/c) hair falling from your head a bit ruffled and unkempt, cold-looking (e/c) eyes and small fangs that may or may not be holding venom within (if so, not enough to do any damage to anything more than a small animal).
Whenever a human spotted you, they would either scream and run or attack. The same with your snake counterparts who often times tried to eat you, hunting you down like a mouse. All the time, you were on the move to keep away from further injury, seeing as how you had gotten injured various times from living alone.
Right now, you sat at the basin of a tree, the tip of your tail twitching a little bit. In your han
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WARNING: This is a bit mature, and a few dirty things are definitely implied. Just warning you, in case you're sqeamish, but there are NO descriptive scenes.
He's your English teacher.
You know quite well that you shouldn't have this massive crush on him; for once, he is twenty-four, and you're seventeen. That alone should clue you in that this is hella wrong. However, you can't help your feelings or the way your heart speeds up when you see him.
"(Name)," he says gently, becoming quite aware that you weren't completely in the room with the rest of the class. Your mind is somewhere else, daydreaming about what it'd be like if he actually noticed you as a woman and not just a simple student. "(Name), pay attention."
"Oh, I'm sorry," you spoke, your cheeks turning red.
He smiles and shakes his head. "All right, class, I'd like you to summarize last night's chapters for me."
Many of the hands shoot up, mostly from girls.
English is your last class of the day, so w
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“You want me to do what?” Anger rose in your voice as you spoke. It’s part of your job to act emotionless at all times, but this just wasn’t fair. This wasn’t a “first time as an agent” kind of case and you were nervous. Capturing a rogue colleague was a rare event and not exactly easy.
“You heard me _____. I want you to find him and bring him back by any means necessary. I would put a more advanced agent on the job, but they’re all busy. The charts state that you have excelled in every challenge we’ve made you face whether it be physical or intellectual. Of course, that’s what to be expected of a purebreed secret agent, but I digress.” You boss calmly lit a cigar and laid back in his seat as he breathed out smoke. By purebreed agent, he meant your parents were part of MI-6 and you were put in the training system the minute you were able to crawl. You were their minion, their puppet, but you didn’t r
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You were sitting in your homeroom class with your nose buried in a book, blocking out your loud, obnoxious classmates. None of your classmates talked to you or even tried to, but you were used to it at this point. All of your classmates avoided speaking to you because of what you looked like, and in all honesty, you didn't blame them. You see, you have beautiful (h/l) (h/c) hair and amazing (e/c) eyes, and you had a nice body to match, but none of that mattered. It didn't matter because of what your skin looked like and what your voice sounded like. You had horrible scars covering your legs, arms, and face and your voice had become scratchy and you coughed a lot. You shuddered as you remembered the accident that gave you these scars and cough.
You were sleeping peacefully in your bed, until you heard the panicked voices of your parents. You slowly stirred in your bed, and you sniffed the air, wondering what that strange smell was. O
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You shook your head to get thoughts of the angry man out of your head, and as you looked up, you saw a man looking around. You stared at him for a few seconds, and decided he must be lost, which wasn’t hard if you were new to the area. So you walked up to the man, getting a better look at his face, and you had to admit he was quite handsome. He had shaggy blonde hair, large eyebrows, and dull, emerald
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Arthur slung his guitar over his shoulder, letting out a yawn as he followed his way too nervous band mates.
He and his band mates, Alfred, Ivan, Francis and Yao, all attended a famous music academy and were one of the top students in the academy.
Arthur played guitar and sang, Alfred and Ivan sang back up, thou Ivan played bass as well, Francis was on keyboard, Yao played drums and they called them self’s ‘Shadow Kings’.
At the end of the year, the academy made all its students compete in a competition, not hosted by them, for their final grade, and they usually won. There was prize money involved, but Arthur wasn’t sure how much, seeing as how he let the others spend it. He sung for the thrill of being up on the stage, the adrenalin rush it gave you, and being able to make people happy with just you voice. Not for the money and fame.
“Are you coming?”
“Obviously, or else I wouldn’t be walking.” Arthur grumbled,
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Damn her! That seductive temptress! How did she manage to convince me to let her on my ship??
Captain Arthur leaned his elbows on the railing of the deck of his ship, and sighed. He lifted his head up to the night sky, looking up at the magnificent stars everywhere. Raindrops splattered his face, but he didn't let it bother him from his thoughts. He remembered how earlier that day he saw a woman on the docks who was looking for her long lost brother. The woman had the most amazing eyes, and her smile was radiant. She was the very definition of beauty, and when she turned her head over to him and heard that he was the captain of a ship, she "convinced" him to let her on. Arthur cleared his throat and blushed slightly at the actions she did the other day.
What was she thinking? She's lucky that I am not some pervert trying to take advantage of her. A woman should not be in the midst of pirates, and especially not ou
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~Student!England x Teacher!Reader~
"Alright class. I'll see you all tomorrow."
The class of teenagers hurried out the classroom, pushing and shoving each other. The Art teacher sighed, sitting back down in her chair. For a bunch of Seniors, they were a lot to handle.
(Name) stretched herself out, trying to get rid of the aching pain in her back.
"My parents were right. Being around kids all day does make you feel old."
A low chuckle erupted from the classroom door, causing the teacher to snap her head up. A small smile grew on her face.
"What can I help you with, Arthur?"
The blonde came over to her and handed her a sheet of paper.
"It's all my missing work. I was wondering if I could make them up."
"Of course! Just take a seat and I'll get the work out for you."
Arthur nodded and walked to the desk nearest to the teachers.
(Name) looked at though the paper to see what work he was missing. She raised her eyebrow when she realized som
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You’re just an average high school senior. The year has been pretty rough since you had all the pressure of graduation hanging on your shoulders, but there was one class that made the year a bit enjoyable…your 12th grade English class. It wasn’t the subject that you loved…it was the teacher, Arthur Kirkland. You had the biggest crush on him. His accent, his emerald eyes, and his passionate personality made you swoon.
You knew it was wrong to be hot for your teacher, but many of your classmates were the same way when it came to Francis Bonnefoy, the French teacher. You seemed to be the only one who was attracted to the Brit. Everyone else always thought he was a hot-tempered know-it-all, but not you. You liked how passionate he would get over a s