His First Name Is Coach [Prussia x Reader] Your legs moved monotonously as you got into a rut of thinking about ways you could escape this torture; the freezing air and the repetitive chk, chk, chk of your tennis shoes on the gravel track. The coach called your name, stirring you from your thoughts and reminding you how tired your legs were. You groaned, jogging lazily and glaring at coach Beilschmidt, who smirked with his pointed teath, and red eyes under his white-blond fringe of hair. He looked positively demonic. And he was so young. You tended to think “vampire” when you saw him. “Yes, coach?”More Like This
He leaned back on the bleachers, checking his stopwatch and t
Give Me That Girl. [NorwayxReader] Give Me That GirlMore Like This
[Norway x Reader]
A heavy sigh came from a quiet nation who was sitting between Finland and Norway. Her [e/c] eyes glimmered in irritation, the jittery tapping of her foot was getting faster, and her patience was running thin. Which was strange, seeing as how [y/n] was a very patient person. This Summit Meeting was being held in Germany, and surprisingly, the stick-in-the-mud male had lost control of the meeting. All hell was breaking loose.
That is, until a group of people began pondering on a subject that got everyone to shut up instantly.
"No, I don't think Romano could act sexy." Prussia stat
The hidden princess- Male! Belarus x readerToris looked over his shoulder to make sure that no one was following him. He wanted no one to know his secret, especially not Ivan or his younger brother, Nicolai. He walked into the forest surrounding Ivan's house, it was early in the morning and the sun hasn't even woken up yet. Glancing around again he picked up the pace into a swift walk, he had a backpack with him, he had to get to her and be back before any one woke up. Again he picked up the pace into a run, and soon he reached a small cabin hidden by thick brush and trees covered in snow. He hated that he had to hide her, but he knew that Ivan would hurt her. He just had to keep her safe, no matter what. Again he looked around before quickly walking into the cabin.More Like This
"(Y/n)?" He softly called out, "it's me." he walked into a small room and saw a pile of blankets on the small bed, he then carefully pulled the blankets off the bed and sighed in relief when he saw her (h/l)(h/c) hair. Her sleeping face was peaceful, until the cold