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
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
America x Reader Hidden self :::oneshot:::More Like This
She always seemed so strong and unbreakable. She never took advice and she always knew what was good for her. That’s how (Name) was always like, even in front of her closest friends. Representing a strong country like (country) could never allow her to show any sign of weakness so she decided to wrap her real fragile soul in a thick shell.
One day at a world meeting they were discussing some issues when suddenly…
“(Country), I think you should join forces with someone.” Suggested Germany
(Name) frowned at the offer. “Why?”
“Well, you indeed are strong, but you’re also very young and I suppose you could use some help.”
“I do not need help. I am perfectly fine by myself!” The girl snapped back
“Hey, (Country) chill. We just want to help.” America, who was for some reason one of her closest friends, joined.
The girl’s fists clenched angrily. Her pride was being harmed by this offer and she could not allow
Mio sole. Chapter 16. SpamanoRating: M (mild lemon I guess you have been warned. Look out for yaoi. And if you don't like it fuck off and don't bother to comment cause I will put you in your place ? Have a nice day~)More Like This
Summary: Veneziano's dreams. More Spamano goodness~. A little shocker. And a new character involvement revealed~ (also a cameo from Greece~ Just gotta love him!)
The heavy wooden pail's metal handle made his small hands bloody with the sharp creases it made on his palm. Except he knew his master would make much worse wounds if he dared say anything about it. He kept a strong face by biting his lower lip as he took his brush to the tile underfoot and polished it until it shined. His diligence was rewarded with blisters on his delicate fingertips.
When the night had finally come and the marble floors and crisp white walls shone with vigor from the days cleaning Veneziano finally made his way to the tiny bedroom he was gi
Spamano- Always love me~More Like This
Spamano- Always love me
"You damn bastard! I hate you!" Lovino screamed.
Antonio stared, red-faced and angry with the yelling Italian. "FIne then." he stated "Why don't I just leave if I'm making you so unhappy!" he growled.
Lovino's eyes widened and he instantly knew he took it to far. Fear replaced his anger and he reached his hands out "T-Toni, don't go...! I-a didn't mean it!" he pleaded.
Antonio shook his head, stepping away "No. I'm sick and tired if you always getting angry andbeing so damn mean to me! I don't even do anything to you! It's like you just find reasons to scream at me and I'm sick of it!" he spat. Antonio looked down at his ringed finger and then back up at Lovino. He had never, in all the three ears of their marrige, taken the precious thing off. He looked up at the tear-stained face of his so called lover, took the ring off and threw it at him.
Lovino dropped to his knees and wept, u
Stalking- GerIta,SpamanoIf you've been around the neighborhood long enough, you'd realize the Vargas household wasn't normal. And it wasn't the fact that the household was just made of two barely high school brothers. Feliciano and Romano Vargas had a bit of an air of mystery to them. They never seemed to be in much economic trouble either. The two weren't working, yet they seemed to have a never ending supply of money. And on top of that, people occasionally see one or both the brothers leave at night with some men in hats. A worried neighbor had asked about that in concern, but they just responded by saying that they were friends of theirs.More Like This
Tonight was just another normal usual night in the Vargas household until...
"Ve! Fratello! I've got a date tonight!" Feliciano announced to his older brother as he walked out of his room.
Romano looked up from munching his tomato and reading the newspaper to give him a shocked, "What?"
"I've got a date!" Feliciano repeated for his brother. "It's with that new student in
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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"(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
A Knight to Remember #4 |PrussiaxReader| (FINALE?)More Like This
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
BTTxDepressed!Reader: PrologueMore Like This
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
USUK: FML: ENDFMLMore Like This
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
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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
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Arthur turned to you looking as if he thought you were crazy. Either that, or he wet his pants. "Wh-Why would you say that ( Male name )?!" He squeaked. "Because I can, dude." You looked over to him. "Besides, why are you so scared and fussy over something that I said?" You continued. "As much as I hate Gilbert, I don't want to see blood!" He replied.
"Oh, so your a wuss for blood eh?" You snickered. "It's not funny! It's gross and creepy!" He retorted. "Heh. Heh. Well then...." You pricked you finger with a nail slightly. and it started to bleed. Arthur's eyes widened. "Ewww!" He ran up to his bunk-bed and threw the covers over his whole body. "Don't do that!" Arthur complained.
"Even this much blood makes you squirm and squeal? That's really..." You let out a small laugh. "Lame..." You said quietly. "What did you say?!" Arthur threw the covers off his face. "You heard me.... LAAAME~" You joked. His face got red in embarrassment. "It-It's not lame!! You-You bloody wanker!" Arthur stut
Training (america x reader) America"I ... I need to hear something from America, England, so, I'm afraid I can't." Your heart sunk as your lifelong friend's face sunk in despair.More Like This
"I see. I'm sorry to have bothered you, then... see you around, huh?" England's voice grew dull and saddened.
"Maybe some other time. Just... not this time." You frowned as England turned and left.
"Yes. Some other time." England said somberly as he kicked his way away.
"Poor England. Now, what did you want to say, America?" You asked, taking your mind off your lifelong friend and onto America.
"I... uh... well..." America stuttered, trying to find the words.
"Spit it out and get to snogging already!" New Jersey yelled.
"You're not as 'gangsta' as you think, so shut it!" America yelled back, nearly causing New Jersey to fall out of the tree in shock.
You couldn't help but snort in laughter, and America seemed pleased at your amusement. Personally, he loved your laugh. It was a beautiful thing to hear, and to be honest, so were you. He wanted to
I Told You So! (Hetalia America X Reader)More Like This
Yay! Time to dedicate another Hetalia One shot. Yet again to my friend Joey~ Like I said. COMMENT/ MESSAGE ME FOR REQUESTS
You and Alfred ran through the quick crowd at the arcade. He just asked you to go to the arcade with him and you said yes of course. "C'mon dude! Hurry up!" He said grabbing your hand and pulling you along with him. You blushed lightly at his actions. "Jeez Alfie! Slow down! " You panted. He was dragging you to some new ride at the arcade. Some kind of 5D Motion Ride. Soon enough you stood in front of the small room. It wasn't too small but it wasn't that big at all. Both of you looked at the menu. You had a set of maps in front of you. You didn't care which you rode. You just liked making Alfred happy.
His eyes gazed at the maps and courses. Some we're pretty fast and others we're slow and boring, but one caught his eye.
It was a horror.
"How about that one? " He pointed at the horror map. You looked at what he pointed at. You turned to hi
America x Reader: The Hero Always Gets the GirlMore Like This
Jealous!Dark!America x Shy!Reader: The Hero Always Gets the Girl
It was a peaceful late morning in your house. The air was still, the only noise was your humming which seeped into every room of your home, breathing life into the calm atmosphere. You were baking pancakes on one saucepan and cooking bacon on another; multi-tasking your breakfast was always an enjoyable challenge. You continued humming a joyful tune, bouncing excitedly on your tiled floor as you flipped your first batch of pancakes. Sparing glances at each pan, you turned to collect some plates and cutlery.
Today, you had an extra set.
This was because America was coming over to hang out at your place, probably in an attempt to spend more quality time with you as well as stomach as much of your food as he possibly can. It had been quite a long time since you spent a day with Alfred, you really missed that up-beat attitude of his and you were looking forward to the obnoxious hero to bound into your life, to save you from t
AmericaXxXxShy!Reader"Okay class, we have a new student today." The teacher announced.More Like This
"Is it a girl or a boy?"
"Is he hot?"
"Is she hot?"
"Where are they?"
"Okay that's enough!" The teacher yelled.
"You people are so rambunctious! You're going to scare the poor girl away."
A couple girls groaned.
The teacher walked to the door and opened it.
"You can come in now." He said softly.
She hesitated, standing at the door fiddling with her fingers.
"C-can I j-just stay out h-here?" The students heard her whisper.
The teacher laughed a little.
"Oh come now, love. How do you suppose you're going to learn if you stay out there?"
She thought about this for a second before coming to her conclusion.
"A c-camera…and t-TV?" She whispered.
"It's going to be alright. Come on."
She looked doubtful for a couple seconds, and then she slowly walked into the class with her head down.
"Okay, love. Introduce yourself."
You started playing with the bottom of you school uniform skirt.
"Speak up, love.
(America x Reader) 13 Ways to Kiss (One-Shot)DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN YOU OR HETALIA. ಠ_ಠMore Like This
You were standing in front of your bookshelf and flipping through several books, thinking about which to reread till large, strong arms wrapped around your waist. You heart jumped a bit because of the sudden touch.
"What do you want, Alfred?"
You chuckled, glancing over to your right to see the American's head resting on your shoulder. His baby blue eyes looked into your _(eye color)_ ones. Alfred chuckled and kissed your cheek, making you blush slightly. You were dating him for a while now, and you loved each other as much as your hearts can love.
"Why don't we do a game?"
"Well, I hope it's not twister. It didn't work well as you thought it would last time, right?"
"Aww, babe, it's because you cheated!"
You laughed, remembering the silly game the two of you played. Alfred wanted to play it because, cough, he wanted to. You closed the current book you were skimming through and slid it back in the bookshelf. You walked