2P Country Hetaloid x Reader(Reader POV)More Like This
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”
Hetaloid!DenmarkXBigChested!Reader MallMore Like This
"Oh my gosh, look at her."
"Whoa, is that even possible?"
You lower your head a little as the people around stared at you. It was fairly common, ever since you've "matured" however that never made dealing with the unwanted attention easier. You wished you could do something about the attention but you knew that there was really nothing you could. Everyone's reaction was fairly understandable and the only way you could possibly make it stop was probably having surgery on your bust.
You had an "above average" chest and by above average, it normally means you actually need custom made bras because most stores did not carry your size. This frustrated you when you had to shop for new underwear because you either had to shop at a "large size" store or order online.
Not to mention most clothing does not fit you due to your body not matching what was common in their demographic. You could go to a plus size shop, the blouse would fit your bust but the rest would make your body look like
Prussia x Reader: Rainy Day Warfare“Kesese! Hallo, frau!” You jumped at the thick German accent that suddenly came from behind you. You whirled around to see the tall albino boy looming over you, his mischevious grin matching his twinkling red eyes as he looked down at you.More Like This
You jumped, backing up into your locker. Blushing furiously, you looked up at him, a scowl forming on your face.
“Gilbert! You scared me half to death!” You punched him in the chest, feeling a mixture of annoyance and awe at how hard his chest was. You shook the thought away, deepening your scowl.
“Kesese… Aren’t you jumpy, frau?” He repeated the German nickname, his grin widening even further. The red jacket he wore over his school uniform was only half on; to be more precise, it was only draped over his shoulders, and you could see his skin as he crossed his arms. Your blushed increased. It was unfair that he was so hot, especially since he was always bragging about how great he was.
I Wish we could be More Than This (PrussiaxReader)Gilbert was tired. He was tired of comforting (Name) while she went through went through heartbreak. He shook his head, horrified at the thought that just went through his head. No. He was tired of you getting heartbroken because of some douche. He was tired of seeing you get treated like trash when he knew he could love you more than that. He was tired of just being your friend.More Like This
It was Roderich (Es tut mir leid, Roddy! I had to! TT~TT) who broke your heart recently. You fell for his ‘gentlemanly’ ways, saying you didn’t understand why Gilbert hated him so much. Despite his doubts, he still let you date Roderich, thinking maybe things would turn out differently.
He was so wrong.
He remembered the day you came running to his house, dripping wet.
It was (choose random day), and it was raining pretty bad, Gilbert was relaxing on his couch, watching a movie.
Everything was peaceful.
Until he heard the knocking that is.
His ruby eyes widened as he opened the door
GermanyxReader-Maid cafe-part 1More Like This
You were working at Spain's café,he was looking for young girls about your age. So, you needed a part-time job for awhile. There was just one thing you had to do-you had to wear a maid uniform. You didn't mind though, the dresses design was rather fair. Your days as a maid at the café were going great, the costumers seemed to like you, your colleagues were fun to be around as well. Spain wasn't one of those mean types of bosses, he always treated you and the rest of the maids equally and fairly. You respected that.
It was raining one spring day, it was rather cold and dark outside, so the café was attracting more costumers. They just wanted shelter until the rain stopped, it was full of people that day.
You saw some old woman coming in and you greeted her, it was your turn now. You took her coat and put it on one of the hangers near the door. She wanted a latte and some cookies with white chocolate. You went in the kitchen and gave the order to the cook.
"Hey, I have an order one latte
Germany x Reader Study BuddyMore Like This
Germany x Reader
"Damn no scoper!" you yelled at the television screen, tossing your hands in the air. Your team had just lost a Slayer Mode match in Halo Reach, and you were furious.
Your (h/l) (h/c) hair was tied into a messy knot on the top of your head. In front of you was a slice of left over pizza that you had stopped eating; you had lost interest in it when the match had started.
"Why do I always get teamed with the fags," you mumbled, picking up your phone and checking your text messages.
"Ludwig ." you thought to yourself, while opening the new message.
From: Ludwig @ 5:20 p.m.
Hallo, _________. I'm sorry to ask this, but could you please stop by my house to help me study for our (favorite school subject) test? I would appreciate it very much.
You snickered at how form
The Anniversary of When We MetTitle: The Anniversary of When We MetMore Like This
Claim: Germany, Italy
Character(s): Germany, Italy
Table/Prompt: Romance/ Prompt #6: Anniversary
Word Count: 645
Summary: Today’s the anniversary of the day they met, Italy thinks Germany’s forgotten…
Author’s Note: Thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over.
“Ve… Germany,” Italy said. “Do you know what today is?” He shifted the bag of tomatoes to his other hand as they walked back from the store to his friend’s house.
Germany held his chin as he thought it over, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “My brother’s birthday?” he teased.
“No… Wait…” Italy frowned. “Wasn’t Prussia’s birthday last week?” He blinked at his friend, totally confused.
Germany sighed softly as he resisted the urge to cover his face with his hand and slowly drag