[APH] Strip Poker - AmericaxReaderA low chuckle escaped her as she spun around quickly. The voice over the phone was loud but sweet. She smiled widely, just hearing his voice. Looking outside, she made sure he wasn’t sitting out on her lawn. Except, she noticed him walking down the sidewalk, as if he was just passing by.More Like This
“Alfred, what are you doing?”
He laughed again over the phone, and she watched him from the window. “I wanted to play a game with you. I haven’t seen you a while anyways.” His figure in the dark was looking around, and she could tell he saw her sitting on the windowsill. Walking closer, he stood in front of her house. “Can I come in?”
Grinning, she nodded and hung up the phone. Running to the door, she opened it just as he walked up the two steps. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Her face was pressed against the crook of his neck, and she could smell his cologne, making her giggle. Walking to the kitchen, he sat down some drinks
PrussiaxReader Awesome Pick-Up LinesYou straightened your leather jacket. You looked good, and you felt good, but it was still strange to go from your ‘Pavlov: That name rings a bell” shirt and converse to a leather jacket and black high heels. You sighed.More Like This
“Do I really have to do this, Eliza?” You pouted at her, but she was adamant.
“Yes. When was the last time you even spoke to a guy? You need to get out more.” She stated matter-of-factly. Eliza was the cause of your transformation. She had dragged you around your house, insisting on picking out your clothes and putting on your makeup. She did a good job, but you weren’t about to admit it.
“Come on!” She had you by the wrist as she dragged you outside.
You leaned against the bar with Eliza, looking down at your drink. Eliza looked at you and rolled her eyes.
“It’s not that hard, (Name). Look.” Eliza walked confidently over to a man further down the bar. The two chatted for one minute
PrussiaxReader - Patience TestMore Like This
The light from your laptop was the only thing illuminating your dark and silent living room right now. Your physics teacher had assigned some work for you to accomplish, and being the procrastinator you are, you decided to get started the day before it was due. To make things uglier, it was Monday. Everybody. Hates. Mondays. You felt like grabbing one of your pillows and screaming all of your troubles into it right now.
Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, the lights were flicked open and Gilbert showed up in front of you, holding a bouquet of fuchsias.
"Surprise, fräulein!" His eyes were closed in delight as his signature smirk was plastered over his pale face.
Normally, you would have squealed and tackled him to the ground. But seeing as though stress had already taken control, you simply sighed and resumed to finishing your work on the computer. You had no time right now to talk to your boyfriend.
"What do you want, Gil?" You sharply asked him.
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“Today has to be the most boring day in history.” Flopping yourself over the arm of your couch, you let out a loud, heavy breath. “There has to be something I can do.” After a moment or two of thinking, you had it. “I should go hang out with Prussia! He's always doing something awesome. You changed out of your pajamas and jumped into your car, speeding all the way to Prussia's house. Once there, you jumped from your seat and quickly shut the door. You weren't prepared for what you saw next. “W-what the, that can't be Prussia.”
Prussia was kneeling on the ground, face hands, and arms all covered in dirt. He was humming to himself as he pressed a small hydrangea into the soil, making sure it was packed in tight. “That's the last one, now for the sweet peas.” Seeing you was an obvious, unwelcome shock. Still, Prussia tried to keep calm. “W-what are you doing here?”
“I was bored, so I thought
PrussiaxReader-A not so innocent summer pocky gameIt was a hot summer day out, probably the hottest summer day to date according to the weather, and so, you decided to just stay at your home and waste the entire day browsing the internet or watching your favourite TV shows. You would have loved to go out, maybe go to the beach with your pals or something, but these two words haunted your mind every time you made your plans: "Sun Burns".More Like This
You did think of using sun-screen, but your lovely house-mate has brought the entire bottle when she went on a one-week, out of town trip. Alas, it's one of the many perks of having someone who believes in the "what's mine is yours, what's yours is mine" principle living with you. She did ask if you were ever going to use it, you just said no cause you didn't really have any plans of going out for the rest of the week.
You decided to just browse the internet at first, therefore, you opened your computer. You also opened your electric fan and faced it to yourself in hopes of cooling yourself. Ho
She's not afraid: Prussia x ReaderA window creaked opened and a leg pale from the moonlight slipped out. As the feminine figure dropped to the ground from the second story, another figure appeared from behind a tree.More Like This
"_______! Hurry up, it's not cool to keep ze awesome me vaiting!" He hissed. A laugh escaped her lips as she ran across the lawn. Tripping over something, she plowed right into the man. She laughed harder then looked down into his ruby orbs.
"Hey Gil~" She snickered. His eyes narrowed slightly then quickly widened as she planted a kiss on his lips. His arms attempted to wrap around her, but the pressure of her body was suddenly gone. "Come on slow poke!!" She ran to the car. "My brother's gonna get pissed!" Right as she said it, a window on the second story lit up. His silver brows rose as he scrambled to get up.
"What the bloody hell is going on out there!!"
"Get in dumb ass!" She called from his convertible BMW.
"________!!!!!" Her brother screamed, which was met with sly grin.
PrussiaxReader~ Basement Boredom"Thanks for letting me stay at your place for a bit, Ludwig." You said to the tall blonde who was helping put your bags in one of the guest rooms.More Like This
"It's fine ____. It's the least I could do since Feliciano burned your house down." He said as the last of your stuff were finally put in the drawers.
You sighed. "Yeah, rebuilding my house will take a while. No one got hurt, and that's good."
He nodded. Looking at the clock, which was a whole four hours ahead of your time zone, you saw it was already 8 o'clock. Suddenly your stomach rumbled, causing you to be tinted pink with slight embarrassment.
"Don't worry _____. I have some leftover wurst if you would like." He said as he led you to the kitchen where eight sausages laid on a plate. "After that I'm going to get some rest."
After having some dinner, you said goodnight to Ludwig who was going to sleep. Unlike him though, you were completely wide awake. As you rolled around in your bed. Then very faintly, you heard music come from the air
PrussiaXReader-Strip PokerThis party was chaos. Not the good chaos where someone says this is a really bad idea, and you can just say that's why it's a good idea! This was risky, straight-up dangerous stuff happening here.More Like This
You were afraid to open any doors to bedrooms or bathrooms because of what you might have found. Seeing awkward virgins taking a stab at third base isn't your cup of tea, thank you very much. Taking one sip of the "punch," you quickly realized it was spiked with at least three kinds of liquor and promptly dumped it out. Throwing open the fridge, you grabbed a Coke that looked untouched. You sat in a corner, sipping your soda and picking the polish off your nails, leaving dark green flakes on your jeans.
You could leave. You had come with a couple friends, but they quickly ditched you to hang out with their boyfriends. Couldn't really blame them, you weren't much fun at parties anyway. You weren't much of a talker, much prefered to nurse your drink quietly and throw
SpainxReader AnythingHe remembers when he was young, when the grass grew tall and the days stretched out into endless moments of passion. He remembers hiding in the tall brush, watching, waiting. He crouched low, pulling one large strand of grass aside, and gasped as decadent beauty graced his innocent eyes from between the leafy green strands. There she was, walking along the path with a beautiful orange lily perched in her hair, with petals spread wide like the sun. She glowed. He was certain of it. She was an angel. That he remembered well. She smiled, bending over to pick a Gazania flower. Her breathtaking beam commanded sunlight down through his chest and stomach, making his knees wobble uncontrollably. She brought the flower to her nose, taking in a deep, soothing breath. Antonio watched in awe, unable to move from the tall grass. God, she was beautiful. More beautiful than the grass, than the ocean, even more than the flowers he gave to his mama on her birthday. A gust of wind blew over the pasture,More Like This
~It's called Futbol~ SpainXReaderMore Like This
Soccer. You had hated the sport ever since third grade. So you didn't know what to do when your best friend Feliciano called you to ask you if you wanted to play "Calcio". He knew you hated soccer too, so why did he call you?
"Toni's going to be there," there was your reason. You could almost picture the Italian smirking. It was so unlike him most of the time, but when it came down to you, Feli's "Migliore Amico per Sempre!", and Toni, his brother's best friend, there was nothing more fun to deal with.
You groaned, Toni was the deal breaker, "Fine, it's just for fun though... right?"
"Of-a course il mio amico!" he said rather quickly, his words almost jumbling over themselves, "It starts in half an hour at the park on Fifth Street, bye!" You looked at the clock. Thirty minutes. You'd have plenty of time. Okay now what to wear?
RussiaxReader - Like This? Part 1More Like This
“I’m home,” you called out as you shut the front door behind you, keeping the cold winter air outside. Taking off your shoes no response came. That was weird you were certain that Ivan was home already. “Ivan, are you here?”
The only sound that greeted you was your small cat, Mr. Bones, meowing in response. Smiling, you walked down the narrow, light wooded hallway and into the yellow and white tiled kitchen. Mr Bones was waiting for you, his grey and white fur dull under the kitchen’s light. He meowed again seeing you.
Bending down you patted him along his spine. “I guess it’s just you and me tonight,” you smiled but a pang of sadness crossed through your chest. “I’ll get you some food.”
You stood back up and grabbed a tin of tuna from the cupboard that was just to your right. You opened it, but paused sighing. It was yours and Ivan’s three month ann
Masochist!Lithuania X Sadist!Reader: Weekly MeetsChains. Leather. Sweat. Whimpers and yelps. You loved it all.More Like This
You stared down at Toris whom watched you with wide eyes. You two have played this game before. He’d also played it with Mr. Russia, but he actually felt some type of pleasure when it was with you. You circled him as he lay handcuffed and lying spread eagle on a rack positioned at a 45 degree angle. This rack however was specifically for keeping people still rather than ripping them apart. His breathing was slightly rushed as was his heartbeat in excitement and anticipation. You walked over to your little table of tools and picked up a small steak knife. You walked back over to him slowly, swinging the knife slightly while making sure it caught the light. You watched as he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the bleed. You could see his Adam’s apple bob as he gulped. You leaned down sensually, giving him a seductive smile as you trailed the flat part of the blade along his cheek, running it down the side of hi
Yes, My Lady : Butler!England x Lady!ReaderYes, My LadyMore Like This
: Butler!England x Lady!Reader :
“My lady…it has been an hour past your curfew.” I was acutely aware of the door opening to reveal my butler, holding up a lit candelabrum and giving me a dissatisfied frown.
“Leave me in peace, Arthur.” I murmured, returning my gaze to the multiple sheets of paper, quill held suspended in my grip. The candle in the oil lamp beside me flickered and cast shadows that seemed to dance and come alive about me. My butler, being the stubborn man he is, refused to heed my demands and stepped into the room to stride towards my desk. He grabbed my wrist firmly as if to stop me from writing any further.
“Please, my lady. It is inappropriate for you to be staying up this late at night; it will only deteriorate your health. As my lady’s butler, I will take the honor of finishing the paperwork for you.” His voice was soft, gentle and firm that I soon found myself feeling drowsy from staying
Your Guardian Angel [France x Reader]"I hate the way they talk about you." (Name) locked eyes with the Frenchman, her gaze unwavering and fixated completely on him. "I hate the way they look at you. They don't know you like I know you. They all just need to learn their place and shut up. Why don't you ever tell them off, Francis?"More Like This
Francis Bonnefois merely smiled softly and shrugged, his crystalline blue eyes not quite looking into the (h/c) haired young woman's own (e/c) ones.
"Because I do not see the need to, mon amour. I don't exactly mind, you see. Let them think what they want. As long as I have you, everything is perfectly fine to me."
(Name) petulantly crossed her arms and glowered, her lips curling into a semblance of a snarl as her eyes wandered to the group of girls that were all huddled together, looking at the handsome blonde man and his companion in a not-so-inconspicuous manner. They were whispering non-too quietly, and their snide voices drifted over to the two on a light breeze.
"He's such a player…
I Promise [2P!Canada x Reader](Name) had spent the entire day inside again.More Like This
Matthew glared at the woman with narrowed eyes from her position on the couch; she was sprawled out in an ungainly fashion, staring up at the ceiling with blank (e/c) eyes, and the television's monochromatic glow made her form look almost alien. She had been watching the old black and white shows yet again, it seemed. Although, from the atmosphere in the room, Matthew could guarantee she hadn't paid attention to the screen even once.
"You promised you'd go outside today," Matthew growled dangerously, crossing his arms as he continued his heated glare at (name) with nearly venomous violet eyes. "What have I said about breaking promises to me, (name)?"
"I'm sorry." Her voice was as colorless as the television program currently playing on the screen. It was devoid of anything and everything that could have even been considered apologetic. "I just didn't feel like it. I'll do it tomorrow. I promise."
"Fucking liar!" the Canadian snarled, his to
Bad Apple [Romano x Reader]The villa was alive with the music of life this evening.More Like This
The annual winter masquerade was as festive as ever. The classic Italian manor was decorated from every inch with ribbons and banners. Candles and lamps lit every corner of the entire chateau, so no darkness would intrude on the party's merrymaking. Music drowned out the sounds of the city from where it lay across the sea a mile away—the island was isolated in its own jollity for the night. The salty Mediterranean breeze fluttered past the guests' masked visages like a lover's gentle caress, warm and inviting. The Italian winters were nothing like the winters where she was from—there was no harsh cold, no biting icy wind. There was only warmth and laughter and the ocean's whispering as it lapped against the sand with cool kisses.
(E/c) eyes glittered in the torchlights from behind the russet-colored fox mask that covered her face. It was an ornate and gilded mask, fit for the occasion. After all, this party was only f
A Feline Encounter [Nekotalia!America x Reader]You couldn’t remember how long it had been since you had wanted a cat. Now, after moving out of your parents’ house and attempting to survive on your own two feet, you decided that it was high time you fulfill that feline need.More Like This
A kitten would be insanely adorable, of course. However, kittens required potty training, reprimanding, declawing, and a whole mass of complications that you would rather not deal with. Instead, an adult cat was the type of feline you would need. As long as it was furry, purred, and had a craving for fish, you would be happy with just about any cat you could find.
This had brought you to a certain little pet shop in the downtown area of where you lived. It was quaint, to say the least—the building was surrounded by old abandoned warehouses and the like, and the pet shop itself kind of resembled a barbershop from the 1920’s. On the colorful sign (which was decorated with cartoon dogs and cats) were the words “World Class Pets.”
~Prove You Wrong~ 2P!England X Reader~Prove You Wrong~More Like This
"Oh butters!" I shouted as the lean to I had buildt fell over again. I was on my own, never to return to the mean glares of the towns people and the rude things they said about me.
"Look at his weird blue eyes! That's not normal!"
"And look at his ridiculous clothes! Pink and baby blue? What a freak!"
I learned that things were not going to get better, so I left. My parents died when I was quite young, so I had no one to defend me. I put up with the tauntings and the bullyings for 12 years, but now, at the age of 17, I decided enough was enough, packed my bags, and left.
"Maybe this wasn't such a brilliant idea," I sighed as I tried to put the lean to back up. I jumped as I heard a rustling in the bushes behind me. 3 boys popped out, all with smirks on thier faces.
"Vell look vhat we have here?" said the leader of the group, a german boy named Gilbert. The other two boys laughed.
"What iz zhis garbage doing in ze woodz?" asked the french boy,
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You opened your eyes suddenly, but you were met by darkness. For a moment, you thought you were blind, but soon realized you were blindfolded and tied to a chair.
"H-Hello..?" You called out.
"Ah! You're finally awake!" A cheery voice said with a British accent.
"You could call me that, love~"
You heard the owner of the voice stand and walk to you. You tried to remember how you got here.
"Thanks for inviting me over, England." You smiled as you sat in the parlor with your long time friend, England, and drank tea.
"Oh, it was no trouble at all, _______!" England smiled happily. He looked out the large window at a few birds flying past. "It's always a pleasure to have you over. I enjoy your company." A sip of tea. "We really should do it more often than we do."
You blushed when he looked at you.
"Yeah! I agree. But with work and all, it's kinda hard to do that." He nodded in agreement.
"All part of being a nation, tho
RomanoxReaderxItaly: Sibling RivalryMore Like This
"Umm Feli?" you asked into the phone.
"No Feliciano isn't here," Lovino snarled, "who is this?"
You jumped, "Oh this is ____________."
"What do you want with my idiota fratello?"
Somehow Lovino always seemed to make you feel quite small, like a little rabbit. You didn't know why he seemed to pick on and call you names more. "Umm, well we have our cooking lesson today. I just wanted to know if he was on his way."
"What cooking lesson?" he shouted into the phone.
You let out a squeak, "H-He's been teaching me how to cook." Then the phone went dead, "L-Lovino? Are you there?" No answer. After that you put the phone back. "I guess Feli is on his way."
The doorbell rang and you answered it to find the bubbly Italian, "You ready _________~?"
You nodded smiling, "I was getting worried. What are we making today?"
"But Feli we made pasta last time, could we try something else." You asked, "Maybe a dessert?"
Feliciano looked very thoughtful for a moment, "Hmm, biscotti?"
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You walked down the hallway alone once again, the shouts of the people around you. You were new and had no one you could call a friend. Well until you tripped over your new friend.
"GAHHH!!!" You yelped, while plummeting to the ground. You felt an arm pull you up rather quickly. You had shut your eyes, so when you opened them you saw someone lying on the ground messing with something. The other person was holding your arm, which helped out greatly. After a moment, he released you and went to the idiot on the ground.
"YOU IDIOT! You don't just lie on the ground! What the heck were you doing?" He said to the dude on the ground.
"I was making pasta~" He said, they were both Italian you could tell by their accent.
"Why were you making pasta at school, and even better why on the ground?" He said, yanking the idiot up.
You just sat there smiling at the scene, it was pretty funny. One givin
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RomanoxMusical!Reader .: Do Better :. Chapter One
You sighed, glaring lightly at the blank paper before you. You wanted oh-so-badly to win the talent show, but you can't exactly do that when you can't even come up with an idea, right? Man, where did all your inspiration go?
Oh, right, he was with Belle.
As sweet as she was, the Belgian just didn't seem like the type Lovino would generally go for. She was to... too cutesy. You had known her forever, and had only seen her get angry once or twice, but other than that, she was too kind for her own good.
You inhaled deeply once again, letting it come out as a giggle. Belle would probably go well with Feliciano, Lovino's brother, now that you thought about it. Lovino could do so much better...
That's it! You quickly met your pen with the paper, gracefully guiding the writing implement along, jotting down what had just come to mind. You and Lovino had such a close relationship; it seemed as if the two of you were inseparable. O