NorwayxReader::Back To DecemberIt was a cold winter night, icy breezes swept by sending chills down your spine. You pulled your knitted scarf over your reddened nose from the brisk air and pulled your jacket closer to your body, trying your hardest to contain all body heat. Tonight was one of the coldest nights all year in the town you lived in and you where headed for your favorite coffee shop for a steamy cup of hot cocoa to heat up your frozen body.More Like This
"Happy Birthday ______." (Let's pretend your birthday is in the winter, alright?)
You looked up to find your boyfriend of four years holding a bouquet or red roses towards you, wearing a sharp tuxedo and smiling lightly with a slight shade of pink that dusted his pale cheeks from the cold winter weather. You smiled meekly at him, accepting the flowers That's when he noticed something odd about you. Not only was there a tense atmosphere hanging about, but you weren't even dres
Nekotalia Fanfic Pt 1A white and brown kitten stalked the coasts of his territory. Ha, nothing can get past me! he thought boastfully. Suddenly, he heard yowling. Fur bristling, he ran to the east coast.More Like This
"Please! Help me!" a ginger and white Scottish Fold was mewling, paws flailing. He coughed up salt water, and his paws went back to churning.
"I think I should do the right thing here," he sighed, and hopped into the water. He grabbed the limp kitten by his scruff. He worked his way back to the sandy shore. He spat the kitten onto a rock. "Now, what's happened to you? You look as if you've been to Asia and back."
"Close," he worked up a rusty purr. "I've come from Europe. I was swept away from my family. I hear there are many other cats coming to the New World." he licked his paws dry, and got to his feet. "Come on, we might as well look for them." he flicked his tail west, indicating for them to look. The first kittens they met were a fluffy brown-and-cream cat and a red-and-white one. Their tails were tw
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What happened? I moaned as I felt something shift on top of me. A few hisses and meows could be heard as I shrugged the lump that was lying on top on me off. Wait, hissing? Meowing? And was it just me, or was this lump furry. . .?
A white pile of fur whined as he got to his paws. Yes,I said paws. He also had a mane of brown fur around his neck, with an odd strand of hair sticking up on top of his head very similar to America's. . .
"Ow, Iggy, that hurt!"
Scratch that, this was America. And he was a cat.
A bloody cat.
Looking around, I see several other cats too. I look at my reflection in a nearby puddle, and apparently, I'm a cat too. I have white fur with a patch of ginger around my left eye. I also have a ginger tail, and a silver collar hangs around my neck. My ears are flapping downwards, and I'm guessing that I'm a Scottish fold, since they're quite popular at my brother's place.
"Mon dieu!" A long haired cat exclaims. I know wi
USUK: This FieldThere once was a field in the country of AmericaMore Like This
It had once been lively, all of the grass as green as could be, but it was beginning to die, unlike the two countries strolling through it.
England looked around, remembering everything that had happened here.
He sighed, America turning to face him.
"Iggy, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, America. Mind your own business.."
After minutes of silence. England spoke again.
"Remember when...we first met.. Here."
"Yea.. Your eyebrows were still big.."
America joked, England ignoring it.
'I'll bet he doesn't remember a damn thing..'
"I remember alot of it, Iggy. And your food actually tasted kind of okay back then."
England shot a glare at America, then calmed down, still walking.
"..I remember everything, America. Do you?"
England stopped, turning around, facing America.
"..I try to forget some of it a lot.."
"So do I, America."
"I mean everything.. I still hear gunshots in my head sometimes."
"..As do I."
Pasta~ (Papa!Italy x Child!Reader)“Papaaaaa~”More Like This
“What is it, bambina?”
“I’m hungry.” You said, with a pout.
“Wait just a little longer.” Feliciano said.
You were _____ Vargas, daughter of Feliciano Vargas. And right now you were stuck in a world meeting with him and your uncle Lovino.
Your papa smiled and whispered to you.
“Me too mio angelo.”
Thankfully, the world meeting was over soon enough and you were walking home with your papa and uncle. As Lovino was in front of you, you ran up to him, jumped on his back and squealed into his ear. Lovino practically leaped a mile. By then, you and Feliciano were in tears of laughter. You leapt of your uncle’s back and ran with your papa as fast as if the British were coming. Except it was a mad Italian coming for you both.
“Get back here you bastardo’s!”
When you reached your house, with Feli at your side, y
Germany x Child reader countingGermany x child readerMore Like This
Germany looked at his 4 year old daugher, his wife had left after her birth and [Name] struggled to learn things due to the bullying, he smiled as she played with Prussia, she had soft [H/L] [H/C] hair and shining [E/C] eyes, he ad decided to home school [Name] who was the country of [C/N].
"[Name]" daddy called, turning around I smiled.
"yes papa?" I smiled as he came over.
"wanna try counting again?" I made a small dissaproving face, I didn't like counting, it was hard.
"come on kind, not that face" he mummers tickling me a little, I laugh.
"ok ok!" I laugh out, he stops and smiles a little.
"good I have a fun way of counting today" he grins leading me to the garden, I blink and squeal.
"BUNNIES!" I yelled and go to run over, he stops me.
"stop there kind, here's what I want you to do, when you count them make a line on this paper with this pen, put the counted bunnies in a diffrent pen each time till theres no more, under stood
Germany X Child!Reader No Need To Be ScaredIt has been only a short while since you lived with Germany, I mean Ludwig. You still had to get used to things there, everything was completely different.More Like This
Ludwig adopted you a few weeks ago. He didn't plan on taking care of you for a long while, he wanted to pass you as soon as possible, he didn't have much time for raising children. He was already busy enough.
And with being so busy came a lot of frustration too, he was pretty annoyed lately. He often walked around growling and mumbling words in German that you never understood. When you saw him like that, you rather turned around and sneaked back to your room, hoping he didn't even notice you.
No, he never hurt you. Your father did back then. Until you got finally rescued and now just the sight of a strong and tall man scared you. You feared Ludwig and you shivered when you looked into those icy blue eyes. When he touched you, your body tensed automatically. When he woke you in the morning, he didn't have to say twice, you jumped o
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"Hey Angleterre! Who's this little fille?" You pressed closer against your father country, a dirty blond man with emerald green eyes.
"Stop it, frog face. You're scaring her." You turn your head to meet a blue eyed Frenchman who was dressed very nicely and had a rose tucked into his pocket.
"H-Hello." You manage to stutter out.
England picks you up and places you on his back holding you firmly. "Move you bloody wanker. We're going to be late for the meeting."
Your father had asked you if you would like to go to your first World Meeting as a country and wanting to meet his friends you had agreed, But now, you were frightened. These countries were bigger than you expected and the only familiar faces were your brother's America and Canada.
The blond country in front of your father who you realized was France smiled and patted your head despite the fact England was glaring at him. England grumbles and walks
USUK- Don't Ever ChangeAlfred loved his Arthur.More Like This
There was no denying it. He loved everything about him from his large eyebrows to his 'tsundre' personality, to that rare smile that he would often receive if he said the right thing at the right time.
Arthur loved Alfred too.
He loved him more than life itself, although he may not show it as much as his partner. Alfred would flash his lover that heroic grin that would make said lover weak at the knees and make his heart melt into a pile of goo.
Yes, he may scold Alfred for his idiocy and rash thinking but he knew deep down that without this, Alfred wouldn't be, well Alfred. There would be a part of him missing if Alfred was not like this. Arthur wouldn't change him for the world although sometimes he wished that his lover would be a bit more sensible.
Lying in his lover's arms, Arthur wasn't paying attention to the movie being played. Alfred would get excited now and then when one of his favourite parts of the movie would come on. He would exclaim loudly
UsUk FanficEngland knew that every time his ex-charge, America, came over, they would end up going to Mcdonalds. It was practically a tradition for the American. England would insist that his home cooking was delicious and they should just stay home and eat, but America thought otherwise. "Iggy, haven't you figured out you can't cook?" America said after England tried to feed him blackened mush that was supposed to be curry. England growled, hitting him with a wooden spoon. "I can bloody cook, idiot!" He had such a short temper. America winced as the wooden came into contact with his arm. Ow. He rubbed the sore spot. "Let's just go out to eat. I'll pay." America's snake blue eyes sparkled. England could only sigh and nod, unable to resist the American.More Like This
"Fine." Americ excitedly grabbed England's hand and dragged him from his home.
England facepalmed. "Why Mcdonalds?"
"Because their food is amazing!"
"It's greasy and salty!"
"Soooooo? It's good!"
England couldn't argue with him