Artist!America x Artist!Reader Once in a LifetimeMore Like This
Artist!America x Artist!Reader
Setting down your paintbrush on a table, you took the chance to take in your finished art work. On the canvas, a pair of bright, powder blue irises stared at you. The portrait you had painted was of your ex-boyfriend, who you had recently broke-up with. Sighing, you walked to your bathroom with the dirty brushes and set them in the sink to wash later. You combed you fingers through your (h/l) (h/c) hair to remove all the dried paint.
"Haha ." you let out a halfhearted smile, seeing the blotch of red paint on the tip of your nose. It was the type of thing you would have laughed at with Alfred.
Alfred F. Jones, that was the name of your ex. You had dated him for nearly 5 years, after meeting him in your junior year of high school. Up until you met him, you had thought you were going to be alone for the rest of your life. You had dated several other guys, but you couldn't say that y
RussiaXGermany - Kiss Me (Contest Entry)The last thing Germany heard before fleeing for his life was the metallic clang of something striking a wall and an unnerving, yet childlike voice following him down what seemed like an endless hallway. He was running away from the insane Russian because he wouldn't stop carrying him around like he was some blushing bride and it was disturbing him greatly.More Like This
This had all started when Germany was minding his own business, hunched over a thick stack of paperwork he was to complete by the morning, trying (and failing) to get the image of the person his brother brought home out of his head. He sighed for what felt like the millionth time that hour, taking off his reading glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose.
How could he focus on his nation's issues when he couldn't sort out his own?
As if his day couldn't get any worse, the power cut off without warning, plunging the exasperated man into pitch darkness. Prussia probably forgot to pay the electric bill. Again.
Heaving a tortured sigh,