Teacher!Prussia x Student!ReaderWarning: I swear. A lot. More than I should. But not as much as Romano, which is where I draw the line. It's good to have boundaries, right?More Like This
School sucks. Everyone knows that, right? But there's always that one class. There's always that one class where you find yourself actually enjoying yourself and learning something interesting. For you, that class was history. History with Mr. Beilschmidt. The albino man always found some tidbit to make the class laugh. His lessons were exciting, and he wasn't as uptight and stuffy as your other teachers. He was the type to sit up on his desk, legs crossed casually, and engage the whole damn class in a deep meaningful discussion, where you'd actually learn more than you ever would from a musty old textbook. And there was no denying that he was hotter than hellfire itself.
There was only one issue. Mr. Beilschmidt's ego was bigger than the freaking moon. So you and your fellow classmates took on the responsibility of knocking him down a few pegs. Y
Teacher!Hetalia x Student!Reader .:English:. Pt. 1"So? Which class is it?" Rin asked, catching up to you. You sighed. "English." Great. You HATED English. Sure, you were an excellent writer, but English was so hard, confusing, and boring as heck. Not to mention all English teachers were snotty bastards who did anything to make sure the students knew they were top dog. "Me too." Rin said, smiling. You walked to class, the depressed look on your face back again.More Like This
"Which room is it?" You asked, exploring the East Wing. "I can't remember, genius!" Rin told you. "I left the map in my locker!" You glared at her as a young man walked over, a smile present on his face. "Is there anything I can do for you, ladies?" He asked, those emerald eyes sparkling. He was handsome, with shaggy blonde hair and thick eyebrows that made him look rather....cute. and there was that accent. That damn, sexy British accent. "Um...yeah....we're looking for English class." You said, as Rin adjusted her bow. "Oh, yes. That would be down the North wing, the fourth ro
RomanoXReader - Frequent CustomerMore Like This
While working the counter at your job like you so often did, you got a call on the phone for an order, which wasn't out of the ordinary either.
"Roma Pizza." You said.
"Ciao." Came a male Italian voice. "I'd like to place an order for pick up."
"Ok. Can I have the name please?"
"Romano Vargas." The man replied.
You typed the name into the computer. "Ok and what would you like, sir?" You asked.
"I'd like one plain pizza, your spaghetti and meatballs, and your Italian sub with everything on it." He told you.
You punched in the order as the man said it. "That'll be 27.29 and it'll be ready in..." You looked to see how many tickets there were already. None. Not surprising. It was the end of your shift. "Fifteen to twenty minutes." You told him.
"Bene. Grazie." He said and hung up.
No less than five minutes later did a man walk in with amber eyes and dark brown hair with a weird little curl that jutted from his hair to the left. You had to admit to yourself that he looked kind of attractive
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You whistled a happy song as you stepped into your car. You had had a nice day at work and you were looking forward to meeting up with your friend Elizabeta this evening. The two of you hadn’t seen each other in weeks, and you had decided it was time to go out for dinner with her. You loved you live, everything seemed perfect. Lovely job, lovely friends.
You drove your little green mini cooper home and parked it at the sidewalk. You got out of the car and entered the building your apartment was located. You ran up the stairs and grabbed your keys when something caught your attention. There was something on your doorknob. Something red. Blood? You slowly opened the door, it wasn’t even locked!
‘H-hello?’ you squeaked.
You heard somebody jump up. Your apartment was completely covered in darkness, which scared the living thing out of you. You tried to memorize where you kept your baseball bat, only to realise you didn
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Theres a spider in the bath. Normally youre not afraid of spiders, but its a HUGE spider. You scream and run out of the bathroom, Oh my god! AlfredAlfredAlfredAlfredAlfreeeeed!!!
What? he asks.
Spider! Huge spider in the bath! I dont care what you do, just kill it! you yell, running behind him and pushing him towards the door.
He calmly walks into the bathroom and comes back out with his hands cupped, Kay, Ive got it. Open the window.
You run over and push the window open and he approaches you. Suddenly he throws his hands out towards you, launching the spider and making it land on your chest. You scream and freak out, patting yourself down until you pause and look at your feet. There, by your toes, is the spider, upside down with made in china written on the bottom.
You growl and throw yourself at Alfred, hitting him on the arm repeatedly, ALFRED! What the hell, man?! God, I hate you,
CM: Romano x Reader x Spain - Pretending - Part 6More Like This
Three years later.
___________ broke up with Antonio just six months ago. Most of me felt relieved because of course my feelings for her never changed. But she hasn't been very happy. It was her choice to end it with Antonio because she wasn't happy with him. But why is my angel still unhappy? I was pondering this while I laid on my bed in my bedroom. Debating whether or not I should finally call and ask her what the hell's going on with her. I picked up my cell phone and just when I was about to dial, it rang.
"Hello?" I grumbled.
"Lovino can I come over?" I heard ___________'s voice. She sounded different from her usual bubbly voice.
"Sure bella " I sighed then she hung up. "That was easy," I put my phone on my nightstand and began waiting. Moments later I heard a light knock on my bedroom door. "Come in," I said.
"Lovino?" __________ poked her head out after opening the door slightly. She smiled a little as she made her way fully into the bedroom and closed the door behind her.
CM: Romano x Reader x Spain - Pretending -Part 5.5More Like This
"Lovino?" I heard a small voice speak to me as I exited the room. I looked down to see my angel ____________ looking up at me with a look of concern on her face.
"Si bella?" I replied calmly. I was starting to feel worried about the look she was giving me.
"Can we talk? Now that everyone's calmed down?" She bit her lip and hoped for my answer.
"Ok ___________." I nodded and lowered my head. I got a weird feeling about what we're about to talk about.
"Now that all the drama is over," ___________ started speaking to me. "I want to have another talk about us."
"U-us?" I gulped.
"Yeah, I mean well just tell me the truth are you jealous of me and Antonio being together?"
"Uh " I blushed a little and scratched the back of my head nervously. "Well so what if I am? He's my cousin but I want you to be safe " I crossed my arms.
"I see well you like me right?"
"I already told you how I feel about you, idiota."
"I right well I think we sho
CM: Romano x Reader x Spain - Pretending - Part 5More Like This
Many moments later, seemed like hours, I was sitting in the hospital waiting room with Feliciano, Antonio and ____________. My brother was whimpering while we waited to get the results from the doctors about the condition Grandpa was in. I noticed ___________ was looking over at me a few times, I felt like her stare was just piercing through to my heart. She was sitting with Antonio and I watched him comfort her but she still kept looking at me. The only sounds in the room was my fratello's whimpering.
"I'll be right back," I stood up from my chair and headed out of the room. I had to get out that room. It's bad enough we're all upset about Grandpa, but it's worse timing to be in an awkward situation with my angel. I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath. Then I heard the door open again and standing behind me was the person I expected it to be.
"Romano ." ___________ said sounding concerned. I turned around to face her. "Or is your name Lovino?"
"This isn't a good time
CM: Romano x Reader x Spain - Pretending - Part 4More Like This
Each day I come to work I am constantly being tortured by the flirting that goes on between Antonio and ____________. I admit, the times I get to actually interact with my angel is a blessing but I am starting to see less and less of her while my cousin sees her more and more. Today was my day off and fortunately ____________ has her day off today too. The day before I asked her if we could hang out together. She said yes so that's why I look so nervous, standing in front of my mirror in my bedroom. Looking my best was vital and being Italian I have a keen sense of fashion. Once I was satisfied with how I looked I made my way out of the house and headed to the restaurant where I was supposed to meet my angel at. I wonder if she took the time to look nice like I did. Well I think she looks nice in anything. I smirked as I started thinking positively for once and feeling hopeful about my day with _____________.
"The tomato bastard won't get in my way today," I chuckled as I turned the st
CM: Romano x Reader x Spain - Pretending - Part 3More Like This
The next day around lunch time. I wanted talk to ____________ very badly. But she got a waitress job while I was in the kitchen helping my brother with handling the food. The only time I got to see my angel was when she came to pick up orders. I glanced at the clock on the wall of the kitchen ever 5 minutes to check when I could finally go on break with ____________. I made sure we had the same break so I could finally get the chance to talk to her and tell her how I felt.
Finally it was about damn time for my break. I rushed over to the employee break room. Inside was a love seat, a refrigerator, a desk and few scattered chairs. We only get a 30 minute break so I better make this damn count and worth something. I was the first to get here but not too long after I arrived I heard a squeak behind me. Turning to see who was behind me, I finally locked in a stare with the most beautiful (eye color) eyes I've ever seen.
"Oh hi!" ___________ gave me a little wave as she headed to the refrig
CM: Romano x Reader x Spain - Pretending - Part 2More Like This
Ten years later. Life for me has been the same as it was back then, before I knew ___________. No close friends. No recognition from Grandpa. Everyone comparing me to Feliciano. But I have something that's new. Guilt. It lingers in my heart for leaving my angel behind so long ago. This damn world. I just want to be happy like I was then. I haven't found anyone as special and wonderful as my beautiful angel ____________. Everyday since I last saw her, I think of her and always wonder where she is and what's she's doing.
It's summer now, before my last year of high school and I am glad to be finally reaching it. Grandpa, fratello and I have moved three times over these ten years until finally, last year, settling at the school my Spaniard cousin attended. His name is Antonio. He's a cheeky tomato loving freak but he's not totally annoying all the time. Since you know he actually pays attention to me. I think I'm closer to him than I am to Feliciano, which makes me a little sad.
Germans Are Engineers(PrussiaxReaderxGermany)"If you two didn't know how to work on cars, I think I would die." You beamed brightly as you looked over the two Germans working on your car. "I mean, going to a professional engineer is so darn expressive!" You let your legs swing freely off the side of the table on your garage. This truly beat going to the auto repair shop for Ludwig as well as his brother lost their shirts due to the very steamy weather outside. You found yourself staring once and a whileMore Like This
"Ja, it is expensive." Ludwig said, picking up what looked like a wrench before fixing up what was needed.
Gilbert looked up at you from the engine, wiping sweat from his brow in the process. "You better be paying us though."
You raised an eyebrow before complaining slightly, "Why? You two are my best friends~! Common." You leaned forward with the most innocent face you could muster.
"Nein!" Gilbert said, "It's hot out here, and you think we're going to do it for free when we're cooking our asses off, and you're sitting ther
Pure pt.4 (Demon PrussiaXReader) “Amigo, let us show you-“More Like This
“’ow to treat a woman.”
“Watch and learn.” They finished together, a matching smirk on their face.
You gasped when Antonio placed his hands on your hips once more, pulling you closer to him. “Now chica, put your hand here.” He bought your hand up to his shoulder, him mirroring your actions but setting his hand on your lower back. “With these ones, we hold out.” He instructed, clasping your hand in his gently and holding them up in the air.
Meanwhile Francis was holding back Gilbert. The Frenchman had conjured up several chains from thin air, entangling them around his body so he could not but watch whilst Antonio took hold of you. “Step back, no no, just one step. Now back forward and forward again.”
He chuckled as he coached you into learning the dance. It was completely alien to you as the only dances you knew were country ones which had be danced with a large group of peo
Pure pt.3 (Demon PrussiaXReader)“Und zhis is zhe front room!” Gilbert exclaimed, taking you through the umpteenth room. His enthusiasm didn’t ever dwindle, in fact he seemed to get more and more excited with every step he took.More Like This
“Your home really is big....” you murmured in appreciation, your gaze raking over the many paintings on the walls, the plush carpets cushioning your bare feet nicely. Gilbert bit his tongue, holding back the suggestive innuendo that ran across his mind. Something about the way you said ‘HIS home’ bothered him a bit though.
“It’s your home too you know.” He said softly, taking your hand in his and looking you earnestly in the eye. “Ri-right!”
He grinned and leaned in for a chaste kiss, but froze. Hold it Gilbo! His mind screamed, you don’t even know if she’d like something like that!.... Even if she is adorable, hold yourself back!
Gulping, he turned away with a red face. You tilted your head in question, not kn
Pure pt.2 (Demon PrussiaXReader)The mayor paced around fretfully once more, waiting for all the people of the town to amass the next day. He’d have to go about this carefully, after all accusing someone of being branded by a demon could be quite a touchy subject, but then the most of them already knew of the predicament he was in.More Like This
Again, he’d asked for the women to line up but all of them this time, excluding the ones the demon had disapproved of previously. Even the servants were present, nervously swaying as the mayor came to a halt in front of them, you in their ranks. You’d followed after your mistresses coach, not that she needed one as the town square was easily within walking distance.
“Now I’m sure you’re all aware why you’re here. The demon who helped build this church marked one of you. I don’t know who and that’s what we’re going to find out.” His shaking voice had evened out at the end, but he still looked a little pale as he quailed in his
Pure pt.1 (Demon PrussiaXReader)The mayor kicked at the ground as he waited under the bough of the cathedral, shivering as he watched his breath tumble into the air in the form of clouds. Jumping at an owl’s cooing hoot, he sighed at himself. Why had he made a deal with a demon to begin with? The white-haired devil that had offered his help to build the cathedral had finished his part of the bargain and now he had to pay up.More Like This
All he had as a lead to what the demon wanted in return was what he’d said when he’d closed the deal. “Vhatever my eye falls on zhat makes my stone heart pound.” The mayor, thinking that there was nothing that could make his heart pound, shook on it and the huge cathedral was erected in three days on the dot.
“So, vhat have you got to offer me?” The demon asked, appearing behind the stout man with an expectant smirk. As he knew would happen, the man jumped and clutched his heart. “Please don’t do that to me again.” He muttered under his
Hetalia PrussiaxReader - Stuck In a BoxMore Like This
I turned my head to see my boyfriend, Gilbert Beilschmidt. He was running toward me with his arms flailing in the air.
"What is it, Gil?" I asked.
"Gilbird's gone missing!" he said, panicked.
"Oh, no! Do you want me to help you look for him?" If it were anyone else's pet, I wouldn't have bothered. But it was Gilbird, and he was just so cute that I had to find him-- and he was my boyfriend's bird, after all.
Gil nodded. "Ja, thanks."
So we looked. And looked. And looked. We looked all through Gil's and Ludwig's house and property, but there was no sign of the little bird. After about an hour of searching, Francis and Antonio came bursting through the front door.
"Hola, mis amigos!" shouted the Spaniard.
"Bonjour, our Prussian friend!"
I straightened up from looking under the couch to look at the duo. "Hey, guys. Now might not be a good time to hang out with Gil. Gilbird's missing."
Francis put his hand to his mouth. "Mon Dieu! That's horrible!"
"Anything we can do?" aske
Scotland X Read: Bad Sexy Scotty!Scotland X Reader: Bad Sexy ScottyMore Like This
Hey, dudes! This is another Scotland story, because I've only done two~! =w=;
*drools* Scotland accents are SEXY~! >//w//
ItalyxReader ~ What to do when it rainsMore Like This
THIS IS A REQUESTED LEMON...
You were waiting in line behind about a dozen other people. It was Saturday afternoon and there was a heap of costumers today! After a tiring day at work, you decided on getting yourself a cappuccino or something, to calm your nerves down. You were about to turn and leave until you noticed it was finally your turn to order.
After buying yourself a light cappuccino, you wandered around the small shop in search of a free seat. It was kind of hard, considering the large amount of people present. Sighing, you spun around, ready to leave. That is, until you noticed someone from the corner of your eye.
You started waving your hand back and forth, walking towards the already occupied table. "Feli!"
A young man with light brown hair and hazel eyes lifted his head from the spot he was staring at to look up at your glistening (e/c) eyes. His blank expression quickly turned into a charming and sweet smile.
"Ciao, ________! I didn't expect t
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Gift for A-Lovely-Anxiety
You scrolled through your old stories and poems written on your computer, smirking at some of the most dramatic poems from your middle school years.
A forgotten boyfriend who moved away, the guy of your dreams who never caught your eye, anorexia, bulimia, suicide.
Some of the pieces brought tears to your eyes as you looked back at your painful years as a teenager. Angrily wiping away tears, you selected all of the works and hovered over a single button.
It was as easy as that. If you deleted them, they'd never be able to haunt you again. But, at the same time, you couldn't do it. All of the time you'd put into writing those, all of the emotions you poured into every little letter that was typed onto the screen, it was part of you. The pain, the joy, the sadness; it made you. You couldn't delete it.
Thankfully, the ringing of your phone prevented you from making a decision at the time. A look a
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Gift for A-Lovely-Anxiety
When Gilbert did arrive, you were sitting on your couch like nothing had happened. He burst through the door, red eyes wide and coated in frantic worry.
"Hey Gil," you said from the sofa, lazily waving a hand in the air. The red-eyed German stood frozen in your doorway for a moment, shocked.
Finally moving again, the man quickly changed his whole demeanor back to his usual obnoxious self. "What's up?" he asked, voice back to normal levels.
Your eyes stayed glued to the television in front of you. "Not much," you muttered as you felt him sit next to you, "just watching TV."
The two of you sat in silence and watched the show until it ended, then a quiet click was heard as Gilbert shut off the TV. You looked at him, curious as to why he would cut the power. He was staring at you, expression solemn and serious. Which, in all honesty, scared you.
Gently, he took your hands in his and brought them in between the tw
Prussia x Reader: More Than FineSometimes it seemed like every day was the same. A week would pass, and when I looked back I couldn't tell one day apart from another. They were filled with the same routines. Nothing exciting happened, and I was starting to get tired of the same old thing – tired of just being 'fine.'More Like This
And then, I met him.
"Hey (name)!" Gilbert startled me, appearing suddenly in front of me out of nowhere.
"Kesesese. You totally jumped. Were you surprised to see the awesome me?"
"Well, to be honest… yes." I glanced up warily at my new friend. He took a lot of getting used to. It wasn't just that he was an albino, although seeing a kid with white hair and red eyes was somewhat unusual. His loud mannerisms and narcissistic behavior were hilarious and fun, but, being a quiet person, I had a hard time adjusting.
"Really?" His grin made me smile, too. "That is awesome, because everything about me is awesome!"
I mentally face-palmed. "Alright Gil. Whaddaya want?"
"What are you
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Song Fic, let me link ya up! http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=sjB2lKSkstk (Also available in description)
Stop, don't say that it's impossible
Cuz' I know, its possible
Though I know you never look my way
I can say, you will one day
I can say, you will one day
The multitude of colored lights flickered on and off in an almost dizzying way, heels clicked against the gridded disco floors that overtook the whole club, and the smell of alcohol was stringed throughout the air.
You shook the glow-in-the-dark bracelets laced up your arms, smirking in satisfaction.
Oh yeah, rainbow all the way.
The noise of people's shouts and music was pounding on your eardrums, much like the girls and guys banging away on the tall, neon bongo drums on stage.
The crowd seemed to move in a synchronized and messy fashion, you cocked your head in curi
Prussia x Reader Don't Touch My SketchbookMore Like This
Prussia x Reader Don't Touch My Sketchbook!
"C'mon frau! Let zhe awesome me see!" Your albino friend begged.
"I said no Gilbert!" you snapped. You, like many other people, are VERY protective over your sketchbook.
"Vhat are you hiding in zhere?!" he tried to grab the book from your lap from where you sat on the couch. But much to his dismay, you moved and he face planted over the piece of furniture. "Jeez frau! So harsh!" he said in mock hurt. You merely rolled your (e/c) eyes and walked into the kitchen.
Ever since you two met in the third grade, you always carried around a sketchbook. And always, you would never let him see. He would bribe you, flirt with you, he even made the rest of the BTT plan an elaborate heist to even steal a glance at one of those ivory pages.
Once Gilbert collected himself, he followed you into the kitchen. You were sitting on the marble counter. Your (h/l) (h/c) hair framing your face perfectly as the light for a nearby window shone against your skin.
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“Kesesesesese~ this is just awesome, West!”
Germany looked up from the book he was reading and glared at Prussia.
“Are you talking about yourself again?” Germany asked irratation clear in his voice. Prussia let out another cackle.
“No Luddy. I’m talking about my wedding proposal to [Name]!” Germany’s eye twitched at the mention of his nickname, but grew insterested. Prussia wasn’t really commited to anything so this should be fun to watch.
“And how are you going to propose to her?”
A smirk slowly formed on Prussia’s face.
“Hey Gil! What brings you here?” you asked the albino who suddenly appeared at your front door.
“I just wanted to see my awesome girlfriend.” You sighed.
“Do you add awesome to every single sentence that comes out of you mouth?”
“Hey babe, can you go make me an awesome sandwich.” Prussia asked, not listening to a word you just said. You huffed and
Spanish Stereotypes..More Like This
"(Nameee)? You paying attention?"
You blinked a few times, to look straight into the green eyes of your Spanish friend Antonio. You gave him a reasuring smile, before slumping back in your seat.
If it wasn't obvious enough, you really liked him, and there was only one way you could really get to see him often..
"Do you really want to learn Spanish (Name)?"
You looked up at Antonio and nodded.
He sighed though, not sounding very amused.
You felt your ears begin to heat up, at the thoughts running through your mind.
The reason for being so distracted, was because of a certain someone's behind.
That's right, once your Spanish friend turned his back towards to write on the chalkboard, your eyes focused right towards his buttoks. The rumors you heard were true, Antonio really did have a nice ass.
He never did seem like the stereotypes you found online. But, you still wanted to ask anyway.
"Okay (name) translate-"
"Can I ask you a few questions?" you asked while raisi
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I hated my body . I hated how weird I looked compared to the other girls. I hated how I had no curves; breasts almost nonexistent in my eyes and scrawny legs. And what made all of my hatred worse was how people seemed to actually want the body I had. Girls would always come up to me and ask how I stayed so thin or they would declare loudly how they would kill for my body. Why?
In truth , I wanted their body. I would kill for their body. I tried everything I could think of to gain weight , but nothing worked. I would just stay skinny, and boney. If it wasn't for the school uniform I would probably be mistaken for a boy. I wanted to be able to look like everyone else, to not look like a walking skeleton .
One of the main reasons I want to look better is for Ludwig. I wanted nothing more than to be with him, but He was prideful. I was convinced he would never date someone like me. I wasn't good enough for him. He would want someone more beautiful and
Neko-EnglandxReaderNeko EnglandxReaderMore Like This
You stared at the cats around you.
A big cat with an oddly large nose sat down near your feet. His purple eyes stared up at you.
You slowly edged away from the big cat. Elizabeta smiled, "That's Ivan. He's a bit strange." You nodded, feeling the urge to avoid eye contact with the fluffy cat.
"Um are there any cats that have trouble getting adopted?" You looked around at all the cats.
Elizabeta shrugged, "Pretty much all of them. They were either strays or donated."
You grimaced, poor kitties.
The huge cat leaned against your leg again.
"Uh..." You looked around. None of the cats really interested you.
"We do have another cat in the vet ward." You looked at Elizabeta in surprise,
"Can I see him?"
"Sure." She lead you past the cats and into a separate room.
A small Scottish fold lay in a box, his front paw was bandaged in a little cast.
"He was thrown from a car. I n
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I wake up because of the voice calling my name. Miraculously, my head didn't hurt a lot. I tried to find the voice and my sight focused and locked with that Cinnabar orbs. His eyes hinted worry, I can tell by the furrow of his brows and the deepness that reflects inside.
"Gilbert " I said while I struggle to bring my weight to sit. "W-why am I here? Something happened?"
I watched his face fall. "Something happened and you don't remember."
No, I tried to say. "You saved me."
"You were foolish." He suddenly snapped, looking directly at me. "You were supposed to stay inside."
It's my turn to furrow my brows. "Why, thank you for saving my life."
"You knew it'd be dangerous too risky. My men was much stirred because of you unremarkable performance."
"What do you mean performance?"
"You really want to know? Is it better that you already forgot what happened?"
"I want an answer not a question." He shook his head. Gilbert was silent at a moment. "Please " I held his hands.
Dirty Things~EnglandxReader"Hehee.."More Like This
"Stop...all of you!"
"What if (your name) doesn't..."
"THAT'S ENOUGH YOU WANKERS!"
England, was preparing something special for you, on account it had been a full year since you two became friends. He invited you over for tea, and you were going to be over in almost an hour. Now, before this, some of his magical friends came by and decided to visit him. So far, things weren't working out.
Arthur began to pout before setting a tea bag into the pot he was using. He set up two cups on a nice try with little scones and biscuits. He smiled thinking of you enjoying them. He rememberd the day he first met you. The day you asked him for some paper at the world meeting. You got into a conversation after he asked; "Why? Nothing's important about meetings anyway." and became good friends after that. You were able to get along with Sealand better then he could, even America noticed how much you two spent together. Most countires wou
NordicsxLittle!Reader INTROMore Like This
A mother was running through the blizzard of Finland, in her hands a small child, no more than four months old. She couldn't care for her like a mother should her husband was abusive. She was running away from him at the moment she tried to keep her pregnancy a secret from him by running away from him. At first she had the pregnancy without him there she had the baby in the homeless shelter, she had to leave, he found her.
Now she was running from him she was not going to let him touch her baby even if it means she has to give her away. She was running tired, beaten, and scared for her child. She had to leave her baby on a door step. She ran into an ally to find a box, she soon found one and ran out of the ally. She knew her husband was on her tail and she couldn't run forever. She reached the end of the street and decided the last house would be the house to determine her daughter's future.
She put her baby in the box, wrapped in blankets to keep her warm and she left a note she wrote
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OH WOW. OKAY, SO, IF YOU COME TO READ THIS, I PROMISE YOU THAT I IMPROVE ON WRITING CHAPTERS LATER ON IN THE STORY. I promise you. So if this idea is interesting to you but the writing is lack, please do carry on reading, because I assure you that chapters get ten times longer and are better written.
c; And do feel free to leave comments on whatever part you're on, I still reply to them!
Today was going to be another great day of school, you just knew it!
You shoved another spoonful of cereal into your mouth, the thought of seeing all of your friends at school again made your heart leap with excitement. Squirming around in your seat, lost in thoughts about having another day at school, you were slightly startled when you felt hands close over eyes.
"Guess whoooo?" A voice called out cheerfully.
You giggled, still a bit shaken from being starled, "Mom, let go silly, I'm trying to eat my breakfast."
She squealed childlishly as she pulled her hands away, "Awh, how did you know, ___
Prussia x Reader ~ HangoverMore Like This
I got a hangover, whoa!
I've been drinking too much for sure!
I got a hangover, whoa!
I got an empty cup,
Pour me some more!
You groaned, putting one of your wobbly hands on your aching head. It was damn sore. You winced as you tried getting up, only more pain shooting through you, but the most of it coming from your head and...your lower regions!
- What happened yesterday?! - You wiggled your toes, sending more pain from your inner thighs to your pelvis. DAMN!
You laughed like a madman, drinking more from the beer glass, narrowing your clouded, misty eyes at the Prussian man. He looked at you in the same way at you.
-Kesesesesesese! _______! You'll *hic* never beat me! *hic* - He laughed, clutching his sides, the alcohol clearly kicking in.
So let me make this clear for you Call me your "Flashback Sensei"! You were invited to a huge party by Alfred F. Jones, and from a calm boogie night, this has changed off into a night of
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Ugh ever since 2P!Americat had destroyed your toy, he had been following you around and bugging the living fur balls out of you. At first it was once a week he showed up but now it was every moment of every day, your master had kicked his furry butt out several times but he would just waltz right back in a moment later.It was starting to scare you, once he even crawled into your basket and slept with you,as soon as you woke up though you made him eat his own tail.
Today you would hide from the deranged cat, so you wouldn't have to put up with his constant "doll face","babe" or even "my girl" as he liked to call you nowadays.You ran up into the front of the house to peer out the window to see if your stalker cat was coming, sure enough he was, but you saw his brother 2P!Canacat right beside him! You instantly hid not wanting to be cornered by the two deranged cats, you just wanted your master home so she could shoo them away. As you contemplating finding a better hiding place then the o
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"Great, another guy" Gilbert scoffed, resting his head on his palm by the window sill, as he watched you and your admirer have a groovy conversation out the front yard.
He suddenly cracked when you smiled, shyly looking down at your feet and blushing lightly "Pft! I can make her smile more! Who does he think he is?!" he laughed stiffly. Then he focused his attention to the you.
'God, she's looks so beautiful...' his thoughts drifted off - he started thinking like this when he realized that he was actually in love with you, when you left for your family reunion for 2 weeks.
Gilbert would think of a magnificent prank and share it to you, but then he remembers that you weren't actually there. After a few days, it turned into a routine. Things only got worse when he'd watch his favorite movies alone, like when he was finding you around the house to watch The Hangover 2 with him, he hugged his legs and rocked back and forth on the couch when he realized that he really needed you.
He would a
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Arthur's POV 6
The night air was cool and the sky was dark. I didn't care much for the music they were playing, it didn't suit my tastes. Or maybe my mind was just too occupied. As soon as we arrived, Francis ran off in search for Toni, and I was left to wonder on my own, through the crowds of people, groupings of families picnicing in the grass; fists jammed in my pockets, I finally found my way under an uninhabited tree, and sat down on one of the raised roots, my knee lifted towards my chest, hands folded around my shin.
Everyone was celebrating and joyous for the uplifting concert again. I could've easily came with mum, dad, and Peter, and camped on their blanket with them, enjoying the family festivities, but I instead chose to drive with Francis, because that way I knew I could roam off on my own and not bother anyone with my misery. Or, to rephrase that better, be bothered by anyone while wallowing
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There's that moment in your life where everything just seems right. You don't feel so much hatred for the fucked up world, and the only thing that matters is that one person who you never would've gave second glance to if they never approached you to begin with. Concerts could be live-altering, for the better it seems, until the worst of it comes and bites you in the ass. Perfect is a fairytale word, never to be described for real life. And once it finally seems to actually apply to your real life, especially when your life is normally chaotic and hellish, then you should automatically start to assume the worst.
The worst wasn't even as bad as compared to the situation I found myself in. I was a hopeless case, enough said. My every thought revolved around some boy I met at a concert, and I didn't care that he was all I thought about, that I thought I actually loved this boy. I love
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Alfred's POV 1
I never really thought myself much of a thinker. All of my grades were crap because I didn't "live up to my full potential," and I couldn't focus too long on a book because, let's face it, who could really stare at a page for too long? I just didn't get reading, or every other subject, so I figured I didn't have to think much on it, which I guess caused me to throw thinking out the window altogether, but man, now I couldn't stop. It was kind of freaking me out.
Holly brought me to a concert sometime during the week, I think it was a Tuesday, and then he left me while I tried to make friends with some nameless punk kid. Man, he had a funny dance, but no sense of humour. I tried to talk to him, but he was such a stick in the mud, it was like pulling teeth to get anything out of the guy! I'd talk and talk, but he wasn't really listening to me, so I talked louder, because I figured it had to