2p!Canada x Reader: Meet the Family"Remember to stay away from Al, Arthur, and... You know what stay away from all of them." You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's lecturing. The two of you were currently driving to his house so you could meet his family. "I know Mattie and if the Axis are there I should avoid them," you said in exasperation.
"One don't call me that and two you better stay away from those bastards." You pouted. "Why can't I call you 'Mattie'? I do it all the time!" Canada glared at you, making you stop talking immediately.
As the car pulled into the drive-way, Canada tensed, as if he was expecting something to happen. Ignoring him you got out of the car. Before you even knew what happened you found yourself pulled into a set of arms that definitely didn't belong to your boyfriend. "What's a cute doll like you doin' here?" America asked.
Canada got out of the car quickly before punching his brother in the face and pulling you to his chest. "Keep it in your pants, Al." Canada said.
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At this time of the year, you honestly hated your job. It was early August; the height of tourist season in the great state of Maine, and the little shop you worked at didn’t have air conditioning. You worked in one of the countless tourist trap stores that lined the main street in Old Orchard Beach. You understood why every Mainer hated this season. The state motto may be “Vacationland”, but what we really mean is “Give us your money and leave.” But the thing about Old Orchard was that during the summer, you had a hard time telling if this was Maine or Canada.
That’s right. Canadians. They practically migrated down here during the height of the tourist season, taking their French, politeness, “ehs”, and the whole wearing-underwear-under-the-swimsuit thing (you had to find out the hard way). Not that you didn't like them. They were nice enough. It just got really, really old working in that tiny litt
2P!Canada x reader - nothing specialYou were so excited about Valentine’s Day. You were in relationship since last march so it was your first REAL Valentine’s Day. You were so happy that day. Your boyfriend, Matthew Williams was a typical bad boy. He would go out and drink the night away or beat up some random guy. You often saw his hockey stick covered in blood which annoyed you a little but you didn’t say a word about it. Jet, every time you asked him for a help he’d do his best, when you wanted to talk he was there for you.More Like This
The day before, you treated yourself and bought nice outfit, new lipgloss, and new perfume and did your nails. You wanted to look as perfect as possible, just for him! You got ready and sat on a couch, waiting for him.
Kuma, your boyfriend’s pet, trotted from your bedroom and jumped on a couch next to you. Kuma was big… well, huge, pure while wolf with gold heart. You loved to cuddle with him, brush his fur and bath him, much for his annoyance. Kuma lay down and
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A corner of you mouth twitched at the word as you held back a smirk. The word used to sting, but now the simplicity of the insult merely amused you.
That one used to hurt, too. Back when you cared. But it was nearly over now, you were nearly done.
The wind tugged greedily at your clothing and (h/l) locks, making everything that wasn’t tied down dance through the air. You so longed to join the leaves that drifted lazily under the golden sun. You had to admit, the cliff was cliche and stupid, but you couldn’t help but look down at the waves leaping up to capture you in their bitingly cold embrace.
Letting your (e/c) eyes slowly slide shut, you remembered your happy days of living with Arthur.
The eccentric Brit never failed to make you smile, whether it was through his brightly frosted cupcakes or his exaggerated impersonations of the next door neighbor.
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Your parents were against it. Your friends were against it. It felt like the whole world was against it. But you wanted, no, needed it.
And what was it? Simple.
You wanted a child. Someone who would rely on you. Someone who would think that you were the best person in the world, the smartest.
So you wouldn't be lonely anymore. So you could ignore the whispers of your family and friends. And you would be lying if you didn't say that you wanted someone to who you could trust.
So, you had gone through the legal procedures, then the medical ones. A month later you where pregnant. Pregnant and happy.
The clinic called and asked if you wanted to know who the father was. You refused, preferring to raise your child to believe that she/he only had a mother.
By the fifth month you were all alone. Your parents had abandoned you and your friends had left one by one. But that was alright, because you had the baby. It would ju
Call Me, Maybe - 2P!America x Male!Reader[Name] stood at the bar, absentmindedly drying some beer glasses. The bartender sighed, another typical night. Strippers prancing around in the nude, men getting into fist fights, and then there were the sad drunks who kept on complaining about how crappy their life is. Some nights it's be interesting, like underaged teens attempting to buy a drink with a fake ID card. Watching them get into trouble with the police and their parents was always a comical sight.More Like This
"Hey, didn't you hear me?! I said I wanted another shot!" A mad had slurred, slamming his hand on the bar counter. It was obvious he was drunk off his ass, which only brought an annoyed scowl to [Name]'s face. "Here." He said, pouring a shot of vodka and passing it to the intoxicated stranger. "Bout time I got my drink." He muttered, gulping it down and walking off. [Name] shook his head and went back to drying glasses.
The man returned again, requesting for another shot. "Sir, I think you've had enough." The bartender said, ster
2p!CanadaxReader: Protective“Come on, just one date,” a boy said still not letting go of your arm.More Like This
You gave a small whimper as his grip increased. “P-please, I already have a boyfriend.”
The boy still didn’t let go. “He doesn’t have to know.”
“J-just leave me alone!” you tried to sound stern, but it wasn’t working. “I-I’m serious, let go of me!”
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing, eh?”
Your heart nearly popped out of your chest, “M-Matt.”
The boy turned and sneered, “Who are you?”
“I’m her boyfriend,” Matthiu said grabbing the arm that was holding you. “Now I suggest you let her go before someone gets hurt.”
“Like you could hurt m-.” Matthiu punched him in the face.
The boy let go of you and you pulled your arm to your chest. Matthiu continued to wail on the boy until the stranger didn’t move. “Are you alright?”
Tears at the cor
Mein Sohn. My Hero (2P Germany x Reader)It wasn’t that Lutz didn’t like kids it was just that he didn’t feel comfortable around them. In fact, the mere idea of being around a kid for more than a couple of minutes made him uneasy. He had two and even that was too much. He was proud to have two sons. One was four and the other was six. Six year old Franz looked like him. Scruffy blonde hair, strong stout features, but he had his mother’s (e/c) eyes and sharp wit. Tom was four and looked just like his mother with (h/c) hair, his violet eyes, and so far just quiet. In fact, sometimes it was hard to know where he was because he was quiet. He made him nervous, very nervous so much he didn’t want to be in the same room with him for too long alone. _________ and Franz went out shopping.More Like This
“Lutz, watch Tom, he’s upstairs playing,”
“Vhere are you going?”
“Grocery shopping. Want anything special?”
“Wurst, beer, and cigarettes,”
Canada x ReaderJust sitting on a homemade swing in a forest of maple trees. The trees having less leaves as before now that winter is coming.More Like This
The wind brings the maples leaves to the sky swirling. The way they swirl is like there almost dancing.
You turn your head and you see a little polar bear.
"Hello there Kumajirou where is Matthew" you asked
"You're owner you silly little bear"
You always laughed when Kumajirou said who. The bear started to walk and you got up and followed him.
He led you to bench where Matthew was sitting. You sat next to him and notice he was asleep.
You picked up Kumajirou and placed him in your lap. You raised you and pocked Matthew cheeks.
He opened his pearly purple eyes. He turned his head in the direction his cheek was pocked and meet you (e/c) eyes.
"Had a nice nap there did we" you asked
"M-maybe a little" he said, He had a little blush on his face.
"He must be embarrassed" you thought
You moved Kumajirou off your lap. You took hold of Matthews' han
One For The Books - CanadaXReaderToday had to be one for the books. With a giant mess on the floor and a Canadian sprawled out with it, (Name) couldn't help but to bust out laughing at her lovers misfortune, but we're way ahead of our selfs. Allow me to start from the beginning.More Like This
Today is (Insert random date), (Name) and Matthews two year anniversary, and this year, Matthew wanted it to be just right. He really appreciated (Name) staying with him and his bear, Kumajiro.....or was it Kumajirou? He could never remember. Anyways back to his story. In the beginning, it seemed perfect.
Matthew groggily open his eyes to the bright sun. He reached over for his glasses and put them on. He looked over to (Name)'s pillow and noticed a note. It read,
"Happy Anniversary, Mon Cher!
I'm sorry I couldn't be here for when you woke up, my job called me in. I'll be back at five. Enjoy your meal and I can't wait for tonight! Bonne journee et faire attention. Je t'aime.
Smiling at the note and looking over at the fl
(request) CanadaXReaderThe ice cold rain pelted your car as you drove down the now empty highway. It was well past midnight, and you were finally on your way home, away from..... from HIM! You clentched your teeth and stared down the gray, damp roadway. You had just left your boyfriend, Arthur. Why? because he was CHEATING. On you, the one he claimed to love and wanted to marry! Or so he said.More Like This
You had walked in on him making out with some girl named Emily Amelia Jones. (did not know which female america name to use ^.^") After that he had said that it was time to break it off, after two long years. Two years wasted. Thunder cracked in the sky, as both the rain and your tears fell to the earth.
You were so absorbed in your anger that you did not notice you were pressing to hard on the breaks, until....
Your car had skidded and rear-ended the lone car in front of you. You slammed the door open and stepped into the freezing cold, ready to chew out whoever you ran into, even if
:.CanadaxReader: Bullied to Death.: REQUESTThey say that between the ages of 14 and 18 were probably were the worst in your life. Not only were you going through all these different changes, but you were also dealing with school and bullying. It didn't matter how popular you were, there was always a bully perfect for someone. You were one to hover just below the bullies radar. Doing that, you hardly ever got picked on. You didn't have many friends because of it, but the friends you had were all you need. Your best friend, Matthew Williams was one that got bullied constantly. And when nobody was picking on him, he was being completely ignored, except by you of course. It killed you, knowing that Matthew was going through this hardship. His older brother was no help to him, and that made you fume.More Like This
It was just a few weeks into senior year, and already the bullying started. And who would they attack first then shy, weakling Matthew. He was often harrassed by the Bad Touch Trio. Not only the three biggest pervs in the school, but th
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Mathew Williams. That’s what his name was, you were sure of it, especially when you had been staring at him most of your lunch, your (e/c) eyes intent on knowing more about him. Your friends had started to worry about you; always asking what you were looking at, you never understood how they couldn’t see him.
His violet-blue eyes had caught you from the start, you never heard him talk, maybe a few whispers about his brother and how everyone always seemed to ignore him, which always made you smile, the thought that he didn’t notice you made your face heat up, but you were unsure why. His blond hair, wavy down to his shoulders, always seemed to remind you of that other boy, in which you always made sure to keep your distance from ‘what was his name again? Oh I don’t know…’
"_____? Are you okay? Your staring off into space again..." your friend Elizav
Swim With Me: Pirate!CanadaXMermaid!ReaderThe storm was fierce. The ship rocked dangerously as the crew struggled to fight the waves and survive the night. It was storming. Naturally with the sheets of lightening, distinctly reminding him of metal, that was shot across the sky. All the while the thunder boomed and roared. It felt like the entire ship was shaking. You swam to the surface. As a mermaid, storms like this were nothing. King Neptune was just blustering because he could. You paused only for a moment to stare up at the bruised, purple-black clouds inching their way menacingly across the sky. The wind whipped the water. It was a violent storm. A low rumble like the growl of a dog got you moving once more. It made you uncomfortable to be near the surface during such bad swimming conditions. Fat drops of rain began to fall from the sky, landing like dropping stones on the water's surface.More Like This
Your eyes widened when you saw a giant human ship. It was struggling against the water. Curiously you swam to it, to see what it was
His Little Maple Leaf :Pirate!CanadaXReader:You refused to show weakness. You refused to cry out as your entire body ached, as your blood dripped onto the damp wooden floor from various cuts you had received in the scuffle, as your entire being just wanted this day to end.More Like This
How did I let this happen? You thought dismally to yourself, barely lifting your head up when you heard footsteps above you. You knew what that meant. I should have fought harder! But now...he's caught me...Matthew Williams.
You were a seasoned seafarer, although you did happen to be of the fairer sex. With your guardian, the eloquent Frenchman Francis Bonnefoy, the two of you sailed your own little ship up and down the coast of the New World - also known as America - selling various attractive baubles from Francis's native France. However, on your last run, your small vessel had run into something every sailor or fisherman dreaded with all of their heart...
And not just any pirates - no, you had happened to run into the seemingly bipolar Matthew Will
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Those big blue eyes ... they were calling to you from across the room. They belonged to Matthew Williams, the quiet and kind of cute boy who sat in the corner of the lunch hall, smiling sweetly and cuddling a toy polar bear. You were about to wonder over and say hello, but his obnoxious brother Alfred had beaten you to it. Matthew's cute smile disappeared as Alfred took a seat next to him and began to talk loudly. Matthew hid his face in his folded arms on the table and you smiled
I'd better rescue him You thought, smiling
You got up out of your seat and made your way over. Alfred looked at you and smiled
"Hey, Matt! Your girlfriend's here!" He joked
"I keep telling you, we're just friends ... and I'm happy about that" You said, shaking your head
Matthew lifted his head up and smiled at you. His face was a pale pink
"H-Hello" He said
"Hi Mattie!" You said, smiling
His face turned bright red and he hid his face again
"Don't hide from her! How are you going to be a hero if you hid
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You chuckled as Alfred made a fool out of himself, yet again. He really was an idiot sometimes, but one of your best friends none the less. There was a growling sound behind you that sent shivers down your spine. Then Arthur pulled up beside you with an amazing smelling pink frosted cupcake.
"Would you like it?" He asked, his smile a little sadistic.
You laughed nervously and pushed the cupcake away. "No thanks, I, uh, don't want to get a cavity. Too many of your delicious sweets can do that, you know," you gave a nervous smile.
With a sneer, the personification of England put away the treat. He turned to Alfred, the personification of America. "Come on Al, let's go home."
"No way!" Sneer Alfred, glaring at him, "You'll just try to feed me more of those poisonous cupcakes! I'm gonna hang out with __." He sent a seductive grin your way.
The pink haired nation growled again. "We are going home and you will eat my cupcakes!" He snapped, getting a death grip on the red eyed
I taste maple syrup... 2p!Canada x ReaderWarning: I swear in this one too. But I don't give a shit anymore. See, I just swore in a warning about swearing...More Like This
Your boyfriend broke away from the kiss with frown on his face. Staring back at him you tried to keep the sheepish look off your face. “Is something wrong, Matt?” you asked.
“We didn’t have pancakes for breakfast.” he said.
Damn it, you thought, he knows.
You just frowned trying to keep an innocent look on your face, “So?”
“I taste maple syrup.” Matthew said, catching your lips again. You knew it might be better to keep your mouth shut, but you couldn’t resist your sexy Canadian boyfriend. When he finally pulled back, he said, “I definitely taste maple syrup.” You nodded on instinct, still lightheaded.
He leaned down and started to kiss your neck, making you moan. “Did you make pancakes without me?” he asked. Unable you speak you just shook your head. “Then what troub
Shoveling: 2p!Canada x ReaderWarning: I swear. Do I even have to say that anymore? Puhhhh... Swearing is good for you! So deal with it.More Like This
Matthew woke to the sounds of shoveling snow. He wondered if some kids were shoveling his drive for money. Well, he sure as hell wasn’t going to pay them, he thought, rolling over to find your warmth. Matthew shot up, finding you no where to be seen. “_____!” he called out, kind of worried. You never woke up before him.
There was no sound. Just the constant shoveling that was starting to grind against his last nerve. Throwing open the curtains he prepared to yell at whoever the hell it might have been to go away. But it was you.
He went down the stairs and out the front door. You didn’t hear him and kept on shoveling. “_____.” he said sternly.
“Hey, Mattie.” you said, not stopping.
Matthew frowned, “Don’t call me that.”
“Sorry, Mattie.” you said, grinning, but still not stopping.
He sighed, knowing he co
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The light of your cell phone burned your eyes, making you groan as the loud music played for a few minutes until you checked your texts.
"Breakfast?" Matt, your boyfriend of four years had texted.
You sat back in bed, blindly typing in something you hoped was, "Okay," and "I love you," before you shut your phone off and stuffed it in a drawer.
The next morning you waited inside of Tim Horton's, your boyfriend's favorite breakfast place. You had gotten another text from him the night before, which you read this morning, saying that he wanted to meet there for coffee and go to Krispy Kreme for donuts.
Your boyfriend was a Canadian from the top of his strawberry blonde ponytail to the bottom of his fur-lined combat boots, a true believer in Tim Horton's and religiously drinking there black coffee with a box of timbits. You on the other hand preferred Krispy Kreme. Once you had a date go sour from this little difference. So in the end you agreed to have coffee a
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They had always doubted his abilities to lead, and now in the smoke filled tent, it was his last chance to prove to them that he was able to protect the tribe. Before him lay several weapons; a spear, hunting bow, and a machete.
“We don’t even feel like that’s enough,” an elder wheezed.
Matt was barely able to see through the thick smoke coming from the fire and some of the elder’s pipes. He wished they would stop being so secretive and open the tent door to let some air in. The whole village already knew what was going on, but he didn’t complain.
He picked up the newly sharpened machete and carefully ran a gloved hand down the smooth surface, eyeing the sharp blade that could easily cut through ice. It was a mistake. It cut his glove and nicked his palm. Blood quickly oozed from the wound and dyed the tear red.
He didn’t dare hiss in pain, but still sucked on the wound. A chuck
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You had promised your mom you would be back by midnight, but now you doubted you would even get home.
You stood in the middle of the forest, your boyfriend, Matt, leading you there; promising there was an abandoned barn where some other high school kids were throwing an awesome party. You weren’t much of a party person, but agreed when Matt promised to take you to the movies later that week and buy you ice cream.
He would have to buy you the entire Cold Stone’s franchise for leaving you in the middle of a dark forest, without a flashlight, to go get the soda he had promised to bring.
You tried to concentrate on your feet that were absentmindedly shuffling on the dirt path, the only one in the entire forest. You considered turning around and going back, but that’s when you realized you didn’t remember which way was back.
The only light came from the moon and stars overhead and it cast eerie shadows over the forest. You shivered and w
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Contentedly sighing, you reclined back on the couch, shifting your belly weight in the process. Seven months has taken a toll on your body, your gaze wistfully glancing over the pants you could no longer wear, and then the medications you had to take to fight off the nausea. But the joy of becoming a mother overcame every symptom of pregnancy and you were happy beyond belief.
Your head tuned up to your fiancé, the tall Canadian smiling softly down at you. His blonde wavy hair was loose, hanging partly in his dark violet eyes.
“Yes, now that he’s calmed down a little.” You giggled. “He has become quiet energetic in here.” You patted your round belly slightly, the warm flesh rippling form a kick. Matt noticed, circling around you before climbing onto your lap, resting his head against your belly as his arms wrapped a
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****Three years later****
Its been three years without (y/n) and I'm starting to wonder if she remembers me. I stay in my room most of the time and with everyone here trying to cheer me up isn't making me fell better but worse. Every time I try to go visit her, either Jane snitches on me or Slendy follows me and stops me. I stayed in my room for the rest of the day until BEN and Jack came into my room.
"Jeffy!" BEN said.
"Leave me alone." I said.
"Come on man, don't be a such a downer! Let's go!" Jack said.
"Go where?" I asked.
"We are going to do mission impossible." BEN smirked.
"We going to kill Jane and say it was on 'accident'?" I asked.
They both shook their heads and gets a giant grin on their face.
"We are going on a field trip!" they both screamed at the same time.
"Where are we going?" I asked, all suspicious
"Doesn't matter! Let's go!" BEN said.
I shrugged and got off bed and followed them. We walke
The Porcelain Doll: 2p!ItalyXChild!Reader In May of 1948, you were in the back of a wooden bed of a Piaggio Ape between the door and your mother, Darla, as she sat between you and your step-father, Moe. You stared out and watched as Florence, Tuscany past by. You saw building, a few trolleys, beautiful green scenery, and people. The vibration of the ape car was rocking you to sleep; you were rather exhausted from traveling. You have been on ships and trains for hours with barley enough time to sleep, moving around from New York to Italy. This can be a bit much for a seven year old.More Like This
Your mother patted your knee for confront, but it did not help. You was nervous, your mother and step-father had been financial struggling and were having hard time feeding the three of you. A week before you went onto the ship to come to Italy, your family was evicted from your little run-down apartment. It was than your mother deiced to take you to your biological father to stay with until
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The call caused the young man to turn towards the person who called out to him. He noticed his two friends running towards him, with the looks that they had something on their minds.
His best friends, the cheerful Antonio Fernández Carriedo, and the loud Gilbert Beilschmidt came over to him as he closed up is text book.
"Bonjour, you two. Comment allez-vous?" Asked the light blonde with crystal blue eyes as he stood to meet his friends.
"You vant to come to zhe mall vith us? Ve need to zhink about somezhing to get for your birthday next veek!" Gilbert smirked.
"Oh? You want me to come?" Francis asked with a laugh. "Wouldn't that spoil the surprise?"
"Please, amigo! How are we supposed to know what you want?" Antonio asked with a grin. "Besides, school's out for the weekend, and you have a week to plan for the party! Surely your going to forget what we spot to get you!"
Francis laughed. His friends really were known for their antics, but thi
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(Name) knew what day it was. The day one male from each family would be chosen to become part of the the army or the group of blacksmiths. (Name) knew that none of her stepbrothers would dare walk out and become a blacksmith for the king, creating weapons.
That's why she was standing there wrapping her hair up and placing it under a cap. She stared in the mirror for a while. It seemed enough to fool someone to think that she was a boy. And anyway if she didn't do this, the girl from the family would just be made into a servant in the kings castle. (Name) preferred the thought of being a blacksmith. She knew her foster family intended on letting her be took as a servant and she wasn't taking any chances.
Quickly, she walked into the crowd of the other men and women. It was crowded and family names were being read out as each member of the family stepped out. She watched as no one stepped out for a family and a few soldiers walked up to the fami
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He had never seen a girl like you before.
Kind, caring, generous…
You were everything a guy could ever want in a girl. He adored you from afar, but feared rejection because of the cat ears that popped out of his head, and the tail that flicked whenever he got nervous, or angry.
He often watched you when you came to town. he was homeless, without a place to go. he was too shy to ask to stay with you. it was raining that morning. He sat in a tree, trying to hide from the rain. He just so happened to see you pass by the tree he was hiding in.
he braced himself to jump. You were looking for your pet bird which had flown away while you were cleaning his cage. You called his name over and over again. Arthur blinked, and tilted his head. what had been wrong? He leaned down, probably too far, and fell to the ground. He groaned, and looked at you. you stopped walking, and looked at him.
“huh? Oh, my god! Are you okay?” you asked as you helped him up. he stared wide eyed at yo
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“Damn you Francis. Why do I have to make all of these clocks!” Germany growled. Italy wasn’t exactly helping either.
“But what if big brother Francis needs these clocks!” Italy whined. Germany was about to object when the door swung open showing a distressed Frenchman.
“Oui! Ludwig! I need your help!” France cried.
Germany felt surprised. “What do you want Francis?” France rushed up to Germany clinging to him.
“I want to propose to my lovely lady, but I want it to be special! What do I do?”
“And what makes you think that I have the answer?!” France shrugged
“I do not know, but you could think of something.” Germany tried to suppress his anger when Italy suddenly came bouncing up to them.
“I know what you can do Big Brother Francis!” France (feeling desperate) turned around to listen to the Italian man.
“Okay! This is what you need to do. Ve~”
You were in a very bubbly moo
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"Come on ____________," Your brother America, otherwise known as Alfred F. Jones to you, called.
"I'm coming," you said sprinting down the stairs to meet him. "Do I really have to go to this meeting big brother? I'm only a state after all," you said sighing.
Truth be told, you wanted to go to the meeting to see him, the guy who no one understood and who none of the allies really liked, but then again it meant you had to see Arthur (England) and you knew he would be in a bad mood again.
"Of course you do Alaska," he said calling you your state name, "now come on before we're late."
"When are we not late?" You asked laughing at your brother.
"When the hero, that'd be me, doesn't feel like making a grand entrance duh!" Alfred said grinning.
"Which is never," you said rolling your eyes as you both headed for the world meeting that was to be held in your other brother's country, Canada.
***Time skip to the meeting***
Well, as expected, Alfred and you arrived twenty minutes late to the world
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You sat in your room listening to your brother, France, argue with England. 'Oh why can't they just get along?' You thought to yourself with a sigh as you walked down stairs were the pair was.
"Hey, some of us can't hear themselves think because of you two!" You said annoyed making the duo stop and look at you.
"It's his bloody fault," England murmured giving your brother a glare.
"Non! It was him!" Francis said glaring right back at England.
"Ok, ok this is going to go no where fast so why don't you yell me why you were arguing?" You asked and they both looked like they wanted to scream their stories to you do you quickly added, "one at a time!"
"Well this git wants to set you up with Canada," England said making you gasp.
Sure, you loved Canada, he had been your best friend since you two were little and raised by Francis. And sure it was true you a major crush on Canada, but France knew you didn't want to mess up your friendship with Matthew (Canada).
"Well he was going t' set you up
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Right now you were standing at your bus stop. The cold morning air nipped at your nose, making it feel more like winter than spring. Although the sun was shinning, a light frost still covered the green grass. You clutched your black sketchbook closer to your side as you impatiently waited for the bus. Around you other kids chatted away with their friends.
"Hey bro!" a voice called out.
Turning your attention to the new voice you noticed your American friend walking towards you. His blonde hair blew slightly in the wind. He zipped his bomber jacket up more as another gust of wind hit him.
"Hey Alfred," you greeted with a smile.
"Why does it have to be so cold! Why can't we live in Florida!" Alfred whined as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
"I quite like the cold, snow is pretty as well." you smiled. "It's like tiny dancers."
"I still wish we lived in Florida." he huffed.
You noticed the bus coming from down the street. "Well at least the bus will be warm." you laughed as
Dad!SpainxMom!Reader+Child!Romano - Treasured(A/N Just something I thought of when I see Romano cussing and Antonio telling him off.)More Like This
“OI! You stuuupid tomato dad!” The young boy yelled to his father who was currently cutting up vegetables. He turns and asks, “What is it, little Romano?”
“Keep your bitch under control!” Romano yelled as he pointed at you; you were standing there, smiling at Antonio, your husband, not caring about the things that Romano was saying.
“Romano, you should stop swearing! I don’t even want to know where you picked it up…” Antonio put down the knife, and shot a concerned look at the young auburn-haired boy, “And you shouldn’t call your mother that! She brought you to this world.”
He bent down to face Romano and pat his head, “Understand?”
“No. I don’t fucking understand!” Romano growled at Antonio who just simply sighed in defeat. “I don’t like her!”
“Did I do something wro
2p!FACExReader Like or Love?Like or love 2p!EnglandxReader/2p!FACExReaderMore Like This
There maybe more possibly I'm not sure though tell me if you want more.
"Love?" The redheaded Brit asked looking at you and fidgeted slightly.
"Yeah Ollie?" You smiled looking up from your book.
"Who do you like?" Oliver asked pulling the hem of his sweater vest.
"What?" you asked with a slight chuckle and sat your book down to face him better.
"Who do you like?" Ollie repeated slower this time around.
"Well I like Lucifer and Dante and there's Matthieu" You smiled." Oh and I like you too~"
It was very true you like all of them dearly, they were like a family to you and always understood you better than your family ever did. You were living with Oliver,though he insisted you call him Ollie, and his three friends Matthieu,Lucifer and Dante.
Matthieu,you had quickly learned, was no push over in anyway.In fact he broke Lucifer's arm last weak when they were fighting over something trivial. B
2p!America X Reader X 2p!Canada: part 1You sighed.More Like This
A new house means a new school. And you moved all the way across the country. It won't take long before your classified as the nerd again. what made it worse was that all your true friends are across the country. And starting anew didn't sound all that appetizing, since it took you six years of elementary school too finally find a true friend in middle school. At least there was this cool thing called the internet to keep you and your friends in touch.
Walking into your new school you noticed a few people watching you. Mo
2P!CanadaXReader : You WILL Date MeMore Like This
You were sitting in a library trying to study for your midterm exams that were quickly approaching. There were only two problems. One your best friend kept obnoxiously crying over her newly found ex-boyfriend and she wouldn't leave you alone to study. No in fact she called every three seconds to cry about something that reminded her of her supposed true love or an old conversation that she had just found about him. All you wanted to do was study, but no your friend had to be a selfish ass. The second probably you had was that you were kind of getting creeped out by some guy who kept starring at you from the far end of the library. He had longish blonde hair that the bottom most part was pulled into a pony tail, he had on a pair of black sun glasses (even though it was like ten o'clock at night), and he had on a red shirt. It was starting to get creepy, but you needed to study.
After a few hours of trying to ignore the man who was constantly starring at you, you couldn't take
2p!Canada x reader-Remember me?! You and your friend, Nana were on your way to a hockey game. You didn't really watch hockey, everyone said it was violent and loud and low scoring, but Nana on the other hand loved hockey. She watched it alot on tv and recently, to help you get into hockey, bought two tickets to a game.More Like This
"Why am I going agin?", you asked her dully in the car.
"Because I'm your best friend and I bought the tickets and this is an excuse so I can go because I didn't want to go by myself"
"I don't want to though!", you complained.
"All you do is yell rude things at players"
"Really?...That sounds pretty fun!" You two arive at the stadium and it's pretty crowded.
"I thought our hockey team sucked. Why are all these people here? Are we playing someone good and they want to see how badly we'll be beat down?", you look around and ask Nana.
"No. We got a new player, named Mathew Williams"
"....sounds familiar but anyway, let's buy a jersey! I want one! We going to u
2p!CanadaxReader - Kidnapping(y/n) wondered if it was possible to quiet the class down before the teacher arrived. Kids left and right were yelling at each other, gossiping and laughing. As class president, (y/n) felt that it was her duty to keep things under control. And here now, about five minutes before the bell was supposed to ring, all the students were in complete chaos. Not good for the presidential record, in (y/n)'s opinion.More Like This
(y/n) stood, rolling up the sleeves of her school uniform. She was definitely a girl who liked to make sure things were running properly, and if that meant yelling at the class at the top of her lungs, then so be it.
With the help of a friend, (y/n) climbed on top of her desk and stood, tall and proud. "Hey!" (y/n) shouted. All eyes turned toward her. A few kids whispered. Another giggled. (y/n) ignored that, however and continued. "You guys need to shut up! Class starts soon and we won't be able to get any work done if you keep being reckless!"
"That's kinda the point," A boy piped
2p!CanadaxReader: Bodyguard Boyfriend“Hey babe,” some half-drunk guy said, sloppily walking up to you, “wanna go somewhere and-?”More Like This
Maybe it was a mistake to pick your boyfriend up from work at the BAR he worked at.
“You’re not going to want to finish that sentence,” you said your hands in your pockets. “I’m waiting for my boyfriend.”
The guy only laughed and put his arm around your shoulders, “Your boyfriend don’t have to know.”
Gritting your teeth you said, “Doesn’t. He doesn’t have to know.”
“Alright,” the guy said as if he just won.
Rolling your eyes you grabbed some of the skin on his hand and twisted it hard.
The drunken guy cursed at you.
“I suggest you leave before you start more problems than you can deal with.” you said in a monotone.
You smiled as the only person who was allowed to call you babe walked up. “Well that was a quick change.” You kissed him o
2P!AmericaxReader .:Kryptonite:.More Like This
I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind
I left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time
I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon
I felt there’s nothing I could do
Allen walked through the empty streets of the rundown district he lived in. Around him, the apartment buildings were crumbling and hardly any of the street lights were working anymore. The sidewalk was cracked so bad it looked like an earthquake had ran through the area only a day ago. The roads didn’t look much better, but at least they were smooth enough to drive on. Not that many people drove through this piece of crap town. It wasn’t a place where decent people wanted to be. It was the hangout for gangs, drug dealers, and any other criminal you could think of. Still, it was home.
He didn’t really know where he was going. Back to his apartment, he guessed, but he was just going where his feet felt like taking him. He wasn&
Wedding Hell: Chapter 1 (2P Canada x Reader)Three Years AgoMore Like This
Matthew walked in and stretched. He finally tracked, took down, and beat the shit out of a poacher he’s been hunting for well over a week. He didn’t know when he would be back but it felt good to come home to someplace warm. Not to mention being greeted to his girlfriend, who was wearing his sweat shirt, eating pancakes, and watching TV with Kumajiro on her chest. She smiled when he came in.
“You’re back!” Kumajro hopped off her and trotted to him. She flung her arms around him and kissed him, “Did you catch him?” he didn’t say anything but presented her the poacher’s infamous machete.
“He’s compost now,”
“Ooh, I like this one,” she said looking at the machete.
“Keep it then, wash it first,” she went into the kitchen to clean it off. It became second nature for her to clean things like this for him. He, on the other hand, got a beer and sat on the couch. They’ve been
2p!CanadaxReader-You'd Better Not Forget Me"Now stay right there, [Name]... I'm serious, I don't want you running off again," your father's voice was clear and serious.More Like This
"Yeah, dad, okay," you muttered, leaning against the wall and slowly sliding down to sit on the ground, glaring at your father until he finally sighed, leaving you alone and walking into the bank.
You moved to town six months ago and your father worked at the bank. You always ended up running off when he left you outside, though. You looked across the street, absently tapping the screen of your phone as you watched the cars and the people pas by. Every time your father brought you to the bank, there was only one man that always caught your eye and he looked like trouble with a capital T. You liked that.
He wore an open red coat and black trousers. He wore nothing beneath his coat except the black, leather criss-crossed straps that loosely hung over his shoulders and across his bare chest. The man always looked your way with cold blue eyes fr
2p!Canada x reader- Candy basedIn your neighborhood, you were like a boss. No boy dared mess with you and all the girls feared you. You and your friend Nana were the most badass chicks there were.More Like This
Nana was your back-up for anything and everything as you her's. Whatever it was, she was there and helped you out. She was half white and half Italian but she talked like a mobster if you got her pissed off. Sometimes she even creeped you out with her mafia like thoughts and sayings. Either way, you two were the best of friends and worked well together.
"Yo Nana!", you called to her as you stood in her front yard, looking up at her bedroom window. "Nana!"
Her window opened and she stuck her hand out then back in the house just to show you she was there. "Yeah?"
"You coming down?"
"In a minute! In a minute! I gotta change!"
"Yeah yeah" She shut her window back the you walked to her front door and sat at the step. The door opened shortly after you sat but it wasn't Nana, it was her mom. Like Nana, her mom w
Neko!ReaderXxXxRomano P2"Huh?" You looked up at Lovino and tilted your head to the side.More Like This
"I don't understand. Why do you have to see me tomorrow?" You asked, feigning innocence. Lovino stared at you as his face began to flush.
"N-No reason, idiota! It's not like I want to see you again. So, go home!" He yelled as he went inside his house and closed the door. You stand in front of his door and begin to eat your tomato. Your ears perk up as you hear slight movement on the other side of the door.
"I know you're there." You said. Lovino quickly swung open the door and glared at you.
"Why aren't you leaving?" He asked while looking at you suspiciously. You shrugged your shoulders and leaned against his house.
"Do you want me to go?" You asked. Lovino gave you a look that said 'no duh'. You sighed and began walking away from his house.
"Wait!" He yelled. You turned around and saw him stalking quickly behind you.
"Y-You don't have to go..." He said with a flushed face. You looked at him and tilted your head a bit.
2p!AmericaxReader No Backs2p!AmericaxReader No BacksMore Like This
Swearing. NO LIKE NO READ YOU ASSHOLES!!!
You were just sitting at the bus stop, waiting for the next bus to your suburb, when a tanned man with russet-colored hair passed the little booth you were sitting in, dragging a body and casually carrying a bat with nails haphazardly bending this way and that, walking slowly and purposely.
Of course, any average young girl would have either stayed in the position they were, rooted to the spot in fear, run away screaming their prissy heads off, or swooning over the rather good-looking man.
You just glanced up at the man and back at the body of a middle-aged man covered with wet, fresh blood, which was trailing after him, and then back at the admittedly boring and uninteresting book about the human body and arachnids. But, funnily enough, the book was certainly more engaging than the abnormal sight before your eyes.
The man with the auburn hair glanced at the young girl sitting casually on the newly-painted seats and r
2p!CanadaXxXxReader"Shut the fuck up, [Name]!" A dark haired man with a bat yelled.More Like This
"You shut the fuck up, Al! Don't you dare tell [Name] to shut up!" A blonde haired man with shades and a long curl yelled back.
"No one wants to fuckin' hear her sing!"
"I do~ Would anyone like a cupcake~?" A man with pink hair asked.
"You shut the fuck up too, Artie!"
"U-um...You guys?" The girl whose name was [Name] tried to speak up.
"Shut the fuck up [Name]!" They both yelled.
"This is a man's battle!"
"What part of you is manly!?"
"I'm gonna kill you, Mattie!"
The dark haired man, known as Al, swung his bat towards the blonde haired man, known as Mattie.
Mattie ducked, which caused it to hit Artie, the man with the pink hair.
"Al! You messed up my face! And my cupcakes!" Artie yelled.
"It wasn't like anyone was going to eat them." He blankly stated.
They continued to yell back and forth.
"I'm just going to leave then, if any of you are listening."
Which no one was.
"B-bye guys. See you later." She said as she walked
2p!Canada x Reader - Brother ProblemsMore Like This
You were walking thru a zoo because you was bored and had nothing else to do. You saw people helping putting a new Canadian Bull Moose in a fence. The moose wasn't really happy. It started to buck and kicked out of the crate. It saw you and ran right to you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a hockey puck hit the moose.
"Hey! Leave the girl alone you dumb moose!" The man yelled. The moose looked at the man. The moose scratched the ground and few times than took off. The guy that save you just stand there. "Hey, watch out!" you yelled. The man didn't listen.
The man got rammed by the moose but you didn't see him. Than you saw him push the moose back. -Is he trainer or what?- you were confused. After of the man wrestling with the bull moose it finally gave up. The workers got the moose back into the fence.
The man went over to you "Are you okay?" "Yeah, Thank you for saving me." you blushed. "Oi! Matthew come on." you saw a group of guys. "Your name is Matthew." he nodded. "I came he
F-Cup Boob Girl AmericaxReader~Alfred's P.O.V~More Like This
There's this girl that I like, and well, she has enormous boobs! Even bigger than that Russian dude's big sister!! If only I can touch the squishness.. I mean dude!! Her boobs are soo big, I bet you can use them as a pillow! And never know that it's a pillow! (Even though it's much softer than the softest pillow ever).. =w= All of this talk makes me sleepy... Anyway, the heroic hero has to go!! And do stupid homework!!! YAY!
The Heroic Hero,
Alfred F. Jones
As I stand up from my chair, I suddenly hit someone and fall down.
I open my eyes, feeling the cringe of pain in me, attacking my body. I look around and find a girl on my chest. Feeling her soft boobs rub against my pure 6-pack abs... As I continue to look at the girl, I then realize. " It'
.:: We're not bad people ::. BTT x ReaderAh choo!More Like This
You sniffed as you looked at the ceiling of your room. You had come down with a fever. You had no idea how you've gotten a fever so fast! It's pretty much impossible! It takes at least three days to get a fever, and you got one in a day. Perhaps you had the virus earlier, but you didn't realize it. In conclusion, that's what you get for not wearing a jacket.
"Mon amie, let me take your temperature." Francis offered. You nodded. He stuck the uncomfortable rod under your tongue. You heard a small beep and he took it out. "One hundred one," Francis read aloud. "Mon ami, you're burning up!"
Gilbert walked in with an ice pack. "Frau, I have an ice pack for you." He set the freezing bag on your head. "Thanks Gilbert." You said with a small chuckle.
Antonio came in with an armful of tomatoes. "Hola ____. I brought you some tomatoes!" He smiled. You grabbed a tomato and took a bite into the sweet, juicy fruit.
This is proof that the BTT are not what people say they are.
Sheriff!AmericaxBandit!Reader-Sharp Shooter Love 1More Like This
Long Branch Saloon, located in Dodge City, Kansas. Famous for its many shoot-outs, altercations, gunfights and standoffs. A wild cattle town where shady people could feel at ease and have some excitement until they were turned in if caught.
You were among one of the shady characters who finally made it to safety, for a while at least. You had been hard on the run from a certain sheriff who would not get off your trail. How he kept finding you was a mystery. He seemed to think differently than most other men when you thought about it. But, you gave him the slip around and managed to wiggle free, hoping he was far away behind you lost somewhere.
While making a name for yourself in this wild western world, you had dressed as a man the whole time since you started becoming a bandit queen, or king in the eyes of men, so that no one would know you were a woman; acting as an outlaw. It would have been unlady like of you to be doing such bad things and dress
Sheriff!AmericaxBandit!Reader-Sharp Shooter Love 2More Like This
Good ol' Southern Georgia. It had been almost a full year since you came to live here in this wonderful Southern land. You had gotten the sheriff off your trail and was now living with a wonderful family who took you in because you were down on your luck when you came to this place. You loved it here. The natural beauty enticed your eyes with its dogwoods and big oak trees.
For the first six months you were still on edge about the sheriff finding you. You were always watching your back and cautious to not get to close to anyone, even the family that you lived with. You had even changed your hair color and styled it different and the tanned complexion you had, from being in the western sun, was now fading. Leaving your skin close to a porcelain doll. But, after half a year, you started to get the feeling you had lost him and could now keep on with the new life you wanted. A clean slate to get away from your past.
You had done good, and helped out when needed. You even started
Shy!AmericaxPopular!Reader - Lets PlayAlfred sighed, pushing his glasses up. He looked back at his feet. Only sounds that came to him were to scuffing of shoes against the wood floor and shouting. The thundering of the shoes along with the basketball that would repeatedly hit the ground, kept him uneasy. He wasn’t much for sports, so he sat out most of the time, which no one complained about.More Like This
Anyone rarely even noticed he existed, which he was more than welcome with, since he didn’t particularly enjoy being in large crowds. But there was only one person that caught his eye, and that was the most popular person in the school. Infamous with both male and females, she was the most beautiful girl.
She had sparkling (e/c) eyes that made you freeze and fall in love. Her (h/l) (h/c) was always cared for and decorated with some type of pin or clip. Today, she was on the basketball court, playing with the guys. She was great at everything, sports, singing, drawing, anything!
All the guys wanted her, but she always turne
EnglandxRedneck!Reader - Fishin' in the DarkMore Like This
The raindrops splashed lightly onto the car as it drove across the poorly paved road. The only noises heard were the continuous hum of the car engine and the rain falling onto the windshield. The driver of the car sat relaxed in his seat as the vehicle slowly made its way down the stretch of road, a small smile plastered onto his face. The passenger, however, sat rather uncomfortably in his seat, his head turned to look out the side window. He watched the cattle ranches on the side of the road as they passed by them, how the cattle would surround the calves and protect them from the rain. Then he saw the large bales of hay scattered across the fields, and he noticed one of the cattle trying to bite off a morsel of the dried vegetation.
Arthur sighed. “Remind me again why I’m going on this little trip with you.”
Alfred grinned, keeping his eyes on the road. “‘Cause one, you’ve got nothing better to do over the summer, and two, I want you to meet my fa
.:: Not a Rapist ::. France x ReaderIt was a bit colder than when you were at Gilbert's house. You started to shiver, that being a consequence for not bringing along your coat. It was cold yes, but not cold enough to get frostbite or anything similar.More Like This
You raised your quivering hand and knocked on the door three times. No more, no less.
It was about five minutes before someone answered the door.
The door opened to reveal a maid. She had raven black hair that was tied tightly into a bun, sky blue eyes, and scarlet red lips. She looked friendly to some and scary to others, but to you, she was a delight! "Hi Belle." You smiled. "Bonjour _____. Apologies, Francis is not wanting to see anybody at the moment." Belle spoke, and a French accent rolled off her tongue.
"Who is it, Belle?" A familiar French accent asked. "It's _____." Belle replied. "Let her in." Belle opened the door all the way. "Right this way." You walked in and Belle shut the door after you.
Belle led you around a labyrinth of hallways until she reached the kit
.:: Not a bad group ::. [ BTT x Reader ]They were torn.More Like This
They had heard all the rumors about them.
All the terrible, despicable lies that were spread around.
It ruined their lives.
Gilbert was not a pervert, Francis was not a rapist, and Antonio was not a pedo.
Those are lies!
Why would anyone even say those things about them?
Nobody would even hear them out! Nobody but you.
You were a kind-hearted person. You were the type who would never listen to rumors. Instead, you would get to the bottom of things.
You had heard all these terrible rumors about your friends.
These guys were your best friends! They would never hurt anyone!
You walked up onto the porch and rang the doorbell. You waited for someone to answer the door...
.:: Not a Pedophile ::. Spain x ReaderYou stood in front of the Spaniard's door. You softly knocked three times. As you were waiting for someone to answer, you realized how much colder it was than at Francis and Gilbert's house. Scratch that. Cold is an understatement, it was downright bone-chilling.More Like This
You heard footsteps coming towards the door along with some angry mumbling.
The door swung open to reveal a familiar set of amber brown eyes. "What the hell- Oh, Ciao ____. I suppose you're looking for tomato-bastard." You nodded. "He's in his bedroom sulking. He's probably depressed about something dumb." You scowled at Romano's lack of tact and consideration, then made your way up to Antonio's room.
You slowly opened the door.
You tried as hard as you could to hold back tears.
He sat on the edge of his bed, his usually messy hair was even messier, his lively emerald eyes were now a dark jade color, and you could hear some faint sobbing.
You walked over to him and hugged him. "I'm so sorry this happened to you Toni." You whis
2p England x Chubby! Reader.More Like This
2p England x Chubby! Reader.
You sighed knocking your head on the wall gently, Oliver has called you to his bakery to try out his "new" cupcake,
But in truth it was one of his everyday cupcakes he just wanted you to eat it. Yes they tasted like you bit into a heavenly cupcake MADE from God.
You would love to eat his cupcake's every day or every chance you got.
But the problem the only problem
Is that your over weight and didn't want to gain anymore, And you NEVER said no to the crazy baker. Well for a couple reasons anyway.
Well one you would never EVER hurt his feelings, second of all.
You loved him.
You LOVED this man all covered in pink and blue.
Oh and his cute freckle's, sure he tries to hide them but you know that they are there on his face. it's actually kinda sad how he hides them.
They made him so much more dashing then he already was.
Good lord you loved everything about this man. From the pink in his hair to the black of his shoes. Yes you knew about his habit of killing peo
2p!Canada x Werewolf!Reader ~PuppyLove: Req.~ limeA deep cave in the woods. That was your lovely home. Yes it may be a bit cramped, but it was the only home you needed and that you wanted.More Like This
Put a burning fire in there with smaller rocks as a sort of pit, an animal skin blanket that was accompanied by a very comfortable pillow you’d snatched from a house in town, which was about 70 miles away from you in all directions, and you were set. You like this isolation rather than being in the middle of all those… People.
Even without the fire and blanket, you’d be warm, but it made you feel… A little more human to have the necessities that normal humans would need. Besides, you were not going to eat your kills, the animals you hunted, raw! EW… Well… You made yourself think it was ew, but it was rather yummy…
Being a Werewolf, you required a little different of a lifestyle than humans did. For one, you needed the space to roam and r
Joyeux Anniversaire (2P F.A.C.E. x Reader)Francis sat in his study. He glared at the calendar. His birthday was coming up. He hated birthdays. He didn’t mind getting older without the notions of everything that came with it. No longer relating to anyone, no longer being able to enjoy solitude, no longer being able to join new things without being the older or senior of anything, then again he was jaded. He lived his life and he was actually okay with getting old without people thinking you’re suppose to act a certain way. He sighed and got up. He went towards the mirror. He was still a handsome man, bored as fuck but handsome. Since he couldn’t see Francine, he never thought he would ever be able to even smile again yet here he was, oddly okay with life now. He remembered the days where she could try to make his birthday special, special supper, special cake, special outing, hotter than hot sex and then sleep, that’s all he needed. He smiled at the thought then felt sad again. No one to fuck and no oneMore Like This
2p!Canada x Baby!Reader Unlikely PerfectMore Like This
2p!Canada x Baby!Reader
No one knows how I got her. I don't know how I ended up with her. Everyone questioned why I kept her but everyone denied that I take her to an orphanage or leave her at a doorstep. It was us against the world. But all I can say was one of those first nights was what made me choose to keep her.
I woke up in the evening from my nap to a baby's cry when I remembered I now had one to look after. Groaning and wishing it was only a long dream I slugged out of bed and went over to the makeshift crib she was in. I picked up the brat who I was to look after for the next few couple days until I figured out what to do with her.
I tried rocking her, feeding her, even changing her until I realised she was dirty and uncomfortably warm.
Realising I had to give the thing a bath and went over to the bathroom. I held her in a small bundle in one arm as I turned the knob to my kinda-sorta deep sink. The kid still cried as I was making sure the water wasn't too h
CanadaxShy!Reader Oneshot! IgnoredMore Like This
CanadaxShy!Reader Oneshot! Ignored...
This is a request by Author-chan’s 100th watcher.
Automatic Censor, any and all cuss words are bleeped out with ****’s.
‘*sigh*’ You mentally sighed as you walked out the front gates of the school. Being shy sucked so much. Out of all the years of your life so far you've only successfully made one friend. He transferred from Canada to see his half brother, big shot American Alfred F. Jones, and he was completely ignored by everyone. Even the teachers! Which is why you were able to get his attention easily when you worked up the courage to talk to him. Ever since, you've been best friends with Matthew Williams.
Good guy. He was shy too, just as much as you but not quite so. Blonde hair with an odd curl of hair in the front and blue enchanting eyes that are hidden behind a pair of glasses. Simple guy really. Likes maple syrup and polar bears. He’s even got a plus
Canada Drabble Challenge1. Pick a character, fandom, pairing, friendship, whateverMore Like This
2. Put your music program on shuffle/random and start playing songs
3. For each song, write something inspired by the song related to the theme you chose earlier. You have the song length to write. No pre-planning, and no writing after the song is over. No skipping either.
4. Do 10 songs and post. Make sure to include the song name/artist
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His lids shut tightly, the crinkles in his face became deeper. A warm liquid dripped down his face.
"If I was louder...would you see me." His gentle tone whispered into soft fur. A tiny paw began to pat his back.
"It's alright." A tiny voice squeaked.
"But... I can love so much more. It just doesn't feel right Kumakichi. I can love her and protect her."
His eyes slowly opened, revealing violet orbs that had been painted with a deep sadness. His troubled gaze fell on the couple outside t