FrancexReader - The Union Jack ShirtOf all zhe things _______ 'as to by it 'as to be l'angleterre's flag. He thought heatedly, Que les moutons stupides noir. Je suis beaucoup plus beau que lui.--mon Dieu!
"Francis... Um, are you alright? You came swooping into the room, caught sight of that shirt and you've just stood there...It's starting to get slightly unnerving..."
You heard a sharp exhale of air, him shooting you his trademark "I'm-still-incredibly-gorgeous-even-when-I-glare" look (named by himself, naturally) across the kitchen. He drew his attention back to the offending article of clothing, currently folded on top of your kitchen counter.
Sighing, you decided it wa
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Summary: Deciding to take a break for your normal North Italian life, you decide to go travel down south to see the sights. During your stay in Southern Italy, you run into what seems like a bit of trouble and get caught up in a situation that causes you to work with the Mafia. How are you going to get your clumsy self out of this one? That’s right you don’t haha suck it reader. I shouldn’t write a story now I’m in such a crack-fic mood
Working With a Klutz
You jumped back quickly as a car narrowly misses you, hearing a cry of, “Watch it, you stupid puta!” as it drove away.
Quick enough th
Dragon!Norway x Reader ~The Dragonheart~ FinalMore Like This
~Chapter 45~ Final
“My tears!” you shouted at the top of your lungs when Mathias handed over his cape to your dragon and you gave his brother one of your layers.
“All those hours I spent mourning for you! All of those tears wept and swollen eyes and fits of hiccups! Give them back! I almost went mad, damn you! Give them all back, I said!”
Emil blushed and shied away behind his cape. Lukas, on the other hand, stepped in front of his little brother to defend the both of them from your onslaught of meanderings and punches.
“_____________, you have to understand that if my brother’s body didn’t expire
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“Funny…” Emil coughed. “It hurts more than I remembered…”
“No!” you wailed. “No, no, no, no no! Emil, don’t do this to me! What about all the things we were going to do when this was over?!”
“It—” Emil sputtered. A few specks of purple blood scattered onto your face. “It is over, _____________. The shadow is gone.”
You frantically shook your head back and forth. “No, it’s not. Emil, it’s not…We’ll take you home. We’ll get out of this alive together. We’ll…we’ll make it!&rdq
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“I have to thank you for your courage and determination, Dragonheart,” Emil’s body spoke. Gone was the lovely silvery shimmer of his white hair; his eyes and face were beyond recognition with nothing but darkness clambering over a hazy, writhing shadow. His voice had been altered to a point where you could not fathom that speaking to him had once offered you comfort and solace in a place where you would have otherwise gone mad. Then again, if there was a proper time to be going mad, now was the time.
The shadow had a large sweeping tongue that slithered over its enormous mouth lines to clean up any excess bloo
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“Did you really have to insist on bringing that thing with you?” Emil asked with a disgruntled expression toying on his face. From the look of disturbance in his eyes, you assumed he would be on the verge of either forcing you to leaving it behind or throwing up altogether. You couldn’t blame him, though. They were his brother’s eyes.
“I’m not going to let some sick person take these away from me,” you frowned. “Could you imagine what they’d do with things as precious as these?”
“Uh…” Emil turned away. Without permission, you volunteered to list off
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From afar, the dragon hunters’ fortress looked nothing more than a humble shadow of a mountain with smoke rising from its high peaks. Now, however, the sheer size of the building was more intimidating than you had imagined. The sky was pitch black even though only a few minutes ago, the sky had been a bright white from the sun shining past the snowy clouds. Black and dark purple ashes were scattered everywhere, and a sickly sweet smelled filled the air as you and Emil approached the side entrance to the fortress.
“I don’t like this place,” you whispered to your dragon as you clung onto his blanket like a
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A low gurgling noise began to sound out from your stomach. Embarrassed, you clutched onto your abdomen hoping Emil wouldn’t be able to hear the noise. Unfortunately, your dragon slowed his pacing down and turned in your direction.
“___________, are you hungry?” he asked.
You shook your head. “No, no, not at all,” you replied remembering the trouble you had caused the last time you had said you were hungry.
Emil blinked. “Are you sure? If you aren’t feeling completely rejuvenated, we can always take a rest.”
“No!” you protested. “Lukas’ life remains in ou
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“There is a dark evil looking for the flames of the world,” was the first thing Emil said after the two of you had dried your tears and continued on your way.
You narrowed your eyes. “When you say it like that, does it have something to do with the way you were talking to me when I was in the garbage heap?”
The dragon sighed. “I believe so. I think it was only due to the power of the flames that kept it at bay. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold it off before it consumes me entirely.”
“Consumes you?!” you gasped.
“Yes,” Emil answered with a dark
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Regardless of how preposterous it sounded, you had a feeling that you weren’t the only one who was thoroughly confused. All you could do was give a blank stare to Emil as he waited for you to say something. A question was a good start. A projection of your thoughts was good, too.
“I don’t understand,” you said.
Emil sighed and closed his eyes. It would have appeared that he had expected you to have a lack of knowledge—especially given that you tended to be slow during the course of your journey.
“I thought you would say something along those lines, ___________,” he said. He ran his ha
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Sure enough, in accordance to Emil’s instructions, you did manage to find a small trapdoor tucked at the far end of the room. You were completely exhausted having walked for so long over bones and other unspeakable things to the point where you couldn't even talk aloud anymore. All of your thoughts revolved around wondering what might have gone wrong with Emil since the last time you had spoken to him. There were at least a hundred possibilities with each guess getting more farfetched than the last.
However, as much as you thought about what had happened to Emil, the dragon had never bothered to respond to any of these th
Request: True Love France X ReaderMore Like This
“No it doesn’t!” You laughed as you walked with your boyfriend, Francis, through the streets of Paris. It was a gorgeous morning and he’d asked if you wanted to do a little sightseeing, how could you refuse? The both of you were dressed casually. You with your favorite blouse and jeans, and Francis with a simple V-neck sweater like shirt, and jeans as well.
“Of course it does, mon amour! True love exists!” He laughed along, though he was completely serious. You weren’t one to believe in those disney princess themes because it just wasn’t realistic. Francis was trying to convince you that t
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"A Matagot is, according to some oral traditions of southern France, a spirit under the form of an animal, mostly undetermined, frequently a black cat. Matagots are generally evil, but some may prove helpful, like the "magician cat" said to bring wealth into a home if it is well fed. Traditionally, a wealth-bringing matagot must be lured with a fresh, plump chicken, then carried home by its new owner without the human once looking back. If the cat is given the first mouthful of food and drink at every meal, it will repay its owner with a solid gold coin each morning. In Gascony traditions, you must not keep the
FrancexReaderFrancexReaderMore Like This
You had always been fascinated with the stars. With the idea of thousands of solar systems where out there, each one with it's own sun, or three. However, the idea you loved most, the one that thrilled you was the idea that there was life out there. That just maybe, there was a species who wouldn't mind become friends with humans.
You glanced out the window at the darkening sky and sighed. If only there was a way to contact the outside.
A large white light streaked across the sky. You gaped, eyes wide. Grabbing a pair of binoculars, you threw open the backdoor and presse
The Frayed Thread (FrancexReader) You stood in the kitchen, shadows eclipsing your expression. But Francis knew what you were thinking. He saw it every time he did this. And he did this a lot. He stood there, after slinking in, arm rubbing his head, grinning sheepishly. The night had long since darkened the small, beautiful kitchen in your apartment. Moonlight shone of the contours of the marble counter top, and bounced off your face . Your soft, sweet, face. It was scowling, he knew.More Like This
“Sorry mon cher. I got caught up with old friends.” He said, taking a step toward you. You stepped back, fists clenched. He winced as if your first was clenching his heart and not
Hetalia: FrancexReader: A Walk In The EveningTired, you opened your apartment door with a heavy sigh. Once you stepped in, you were welcomed with a delicious smell - meaning that you didn't have to cook dinner tonight and that your French boyfriend, Francis, was home.More Like This
"Mon amour!" He cheered happily when you poked your head though the kitchen doorway, "So you're back from work, already _____?"
You and Francis has lived in your large apartment together for many months now. Like any and every relationship, you had your ups and downs but were both quick to make up, since you couldn't stay mad at each other for long. Looking past Francis being quite a flirt, he was actually sweet, very romantic and an all round gentleman.
"Miss me?" You teased walking in, matching his dazzling smile, "Ahh, smells good. So, what's for dinner?"
"Actually, I did!" He laughed, pointing at what he was cooking on, "One of your favourite food, non?"
"Hehehe, yes!" You giggled, hugging him from behind, "Aww, thank you Francis!"
Devil!France x Reader: Empty Heart (Commish)Author's Note:More Like This
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Enjoy The Story!!
Your boyfriend just broke up with you in the middle of Paris.
You two went on your one-year anniversary to Pairs. You each paid your own way because your boyfriend “didn’t have enough money.” He certainly had enough money to drink till he was drunk. Then, y
French Are Cooks (FrancexReader Oneshot)You watched with bright eyes as the spontaneous, romantic, Frenchman in front of your cut up a strawberry with ease. You watched the flow of his hand and how easily it seemed he was doing such a thing. For you, it was the complete opposite. You were so messy when chopping up anything; it was purely pitiful compared to Francis' cooking style.More Like This
But, then the unexpected happened. With a missconcepted move, Francis' pricked his finger with the sharp object used for cutting. "Merde  " He grumbled as he brought the finger to his lips. As if he were doing it to tantalize you, his lips wrapped around his finger in one of the sultriest ways.
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She was beautiful. She was magnificent. She was a masterpiece. She was the One. Even though I had only seen her once and never spoke to her, I could tell she was special. The first time I saw her, it was at an art gallery with a lot of other well known artist, but I’d never seen her before so how could she be a famous artist? Afterwards, I promised myself I would find her and get her to fall for me not matter what. Since that moment, I have longed for that (h/l) (h/c) hair and those gorgeous (e/c) eyes and smooth (s/c) skin. Soon my wishes had been answered. We had another art gallery again and there she was admiring so
He Can't Always Be Your Hero. - America x Reader."This is the hero! Alfred F. Jones!" You could hear your laughter in the background of his voicemail recording, taped years ago. "Leave me a message because I'm too busy saving people right now. Swishpow!"More Like This
His eerie tone frightened you, causing you to shiver and shift in your position on the sofa. You inspect the house one last time before letting go of the memories that once stored clear as pure water.
You decided to leave a message for him, hoping he would hear.
"Alfred, I am moving next week. Your motorcycle is still in my house. You always loved her, treated her like your wife and never did you ever leave it with anyone. When we bro
Alfred X Reader- Gamer LoveI’ve never really thought about me being in a relationship. I have always been the ‘nerdy girl’ in the class. I was never wearing tons of bracelets and looking at makeup like it’s my godly source of sunshine. I was different. I loved pokeman and when I was younger I even traded some cards with the guys. I love video games, and when given the option, I will go out and have a steak, not a salad. So you could say I am a tom boy, but I am still a girl.More Like This
I was made fun of at times but I didn’t care because I had awesome friends, especially one, Alfred. We always came home and played Minecraft, and he also joked around with me and sometimes made fun of me, but I knew that in the end he was still a friend. But Alfred was a guy, and he is a good guy, so he of course, has other friends that are girls as well. I can’t say I get jealous, but I don’t really like them and how they- ok fine I am jealous.
Ever since we met we were pretty much instant friends.
Dandelions (ItalyxReader)“What are you doing here, ____?”More Like This
You looked up to see the friendly, Italian man smiling at you. “Oh, hello, Feliciano. I just wanted to get out for a bit and enjoy the nice weather.”
“Ve, it is a lot warmer out now, isn’t it?” He grinned widely, his eyes closing from the large smile.
“Do you want to sit down with me for a while?” You patted the empty seat of the park bench.
Feliciano nodded enthusiastically before taking his seat. You sat in silence for several minutes, enjoying the feeling of the warm sun on your exposed skin. Your Italian friend began to hum a whimsical tune as you b
Me And You: Male BelarusxReaderMore Like This
--"It's only right to think about the girl I stalk, each day and night."--
Nikolai watched from afar, constantly switching between admiring you and glaring at the people standing too close to you. Why did you spend your time with others anyway? It was obvious, to him at least, that you should be at his side.
Though you didn't grace him with your attention, you always had his. Soon, he told himself, you would think of him too.
--"I see you, you don't see me you're walking and you look around, suspiciously."--
You shivered involuntarily, the feeling of being watched giving you goosebumps. Lately you felt as if invisibl
Howl: Male BelarusxReaderMore Like This
--"If you could only see
the beast you've made of me."--
Nikolai muttered yet another Belarusian curse. Where had you disappeared this time? He couldn't stalk you-erm-protect you, if you always disappeared!
--"I howl when we're apart."--
Releasing a frustrated roar, Nikolai changed course. He ignored the flabbergasted (and frightened) faces of the people he pushed past. He would find you again.
--"Now there's no holding back, I'm making to attack."--
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~~~ Story Start 3rd person~~~
Alistor laid in bed with a tremendous headache. Staring blankly at the ceiling. His once full of life green orbs were now a darker shade of green and dull. Silent tears ran down his cheeks which he had given up on trying to remove.
Today I woke up
And you were gone
The whole day wondering
What I did wrong
His brother's had come by everyday to check on him since she left him for another man. He closed his eyes as the tears kept coming. His heart throbbed painfully like it was actually really being torn. His hand gripped his shirt tightly as he
England x Reader - Love WaltzMore Like This
"Good morning, love."
"Good morning, Kirkland."
This was how your morning always went now – Arthur Kirkland, the popular British student of Gakuen Hetalia, would greet you every single morning with a, 'Good morning, love.' In return, you'd reply politely with, 'Good morning, Kirkland.' In fact, it was sort of like a tradition now or something.
You had always puzzled over as to why he did this – he was pretty popular, after all. Girls found him really attractive, and they often fangirled over his accent. You? You weren't as high up on the social rankings. You were just an average student, really, and a shy one at that.
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"It's not going to happen, Alfred."
You opened the curtains of your room while talking to your best friend over the phone. Alfred had been your best friend since kindergarten and you could tell each other everything.
"But it's New Year!" Alfred begged over the phone.
"No Alfred!" You replied.
Every year Alfred gave a big party to celebrate the new year, he invited everyone he knew and had masses of food in all kinds of weird colours.
This year was no different, you really liked spending time with Alfred and you enjoyed the food, but you don't like parties at all and you don't know any of the
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Arthur sat on a hill, looking up at the sky. Feeling lonely. The night was cold and dark, only to be lit by the moon and stars. He came to this hill whenever he felt alone, and right now...he felt more alone than ever.
He gazed at the sky, hoping for any shooting stars, so that he could make a wish.
And then, he saw one. It shot across the sky in on swift movement. That's when he made his wish.
"I wish to not be alone, to have someone there for me." Arthur said, closing his eyes.
But alas, nothing happened. He sighed, looking up at the sky once more. "Oh please, someone...something. Anything..." He cried, feeling hopeless. He stared
Denmark X Reader LettersMore Like This
Letters are a form of communication, everyone knows that.
Letters can be love letters or letter of sorrow. It's never ending the list.
You see letter as a waste of time, what's the point in wasting a piece of paper that may not even have a long message inside. Though receiving them was another story altogether. Receiving these letter bugged you a lot, the person didn't leave their name, did the letters on the computer to leave no clue about themselves and overall the posted them into your locker through college time, you'd find the letter at diner time all the time.
It's not like the letters were cheesy love letters or hurtful letters they w
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Windows to the Soul
(A/N: Grab all the things you love and squeeze them tightly to your chest. Oh, and grab a box or two of tissues. You may need it.)
~They say that eyes are the windows to one’s soul…
Feliciano seemed to be quite the happy, carefree person. He was the personification of the Northern half of Italy, and one of your closest friends.
Whenever you saw him, his eyes were closed and he always had a smile on his face.
A beautiful, happy, blissful smile.
There weren’t many times you saw him without it.
And his eyes.
Even though you had spent lots of time with Feli, you had nev
AxisXChild!Reader Join The Axis?More Like This
The time, was World War 2!
"You git!! Let me go this instant!!"
The blond roughly shook the small child and growled in her face. "You insolent brat! How dare you talk to me that way?!"
The child glared. "Because I can!! I don't care if you are my older brother!! In the name of Brita-"
He slapped the child across the face. "Don't you dare say her name!! You aren't worthy to share her blood!!"
The child spat at him. "I will say her name however I want!! She was my mother too!!"
The blond ground his teeth. He picked the child up, despite her squirming. He walked over to a crate of flour that was supposed to be sent out, but he fou
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The country of love ~
How charming, people loving each other
People with love,
At the same time
Birds chirping all around, girls laughing, boys staring,
Just a normal day in France.
Of course, everyday, people become couples.
Boys flirting with girls everywhere,
Thinking about what lies underneath those clothes,
Feeling naked in other's eyes.
"Annoying," that's what _____ thinks,
_____ is a girl from [ country name ], she decided to study college here because of the nice place and the view from her chosen apartment..
The view was Eiffel Tower,
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You let out a low moan as you closed your eyes, leaning back so that your back was pressed against the chair you were sitting in.
By the time the lunch period ended, you had still been lying sprawled out on the cafeteria floor after Gilbert had punched your empty stomach. Your mind had been spinning, you had wanted to vomit, and you had felt like you were going to pass out from the nauseating pain you had been feeling. Nobody ever seemed to notice you lying on the floor clutching your stomach with a slightly twisted face, since nobody ever came around the lunch table you were sitting at. Even after all the kids left the room and headed to th
Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 2More Like This
You sat by yourself in the far corner of the cafeteria at an empty lunch table, absently drumming your fingers against its surface with your chin in your hand, your stomach giving off loud, impatient growls every few seconds. How you wished you had your lunch money with you at that moment and would have been able to buy at least something to keep you from being as hungry as you were now. If you had known that something like the previous incident with Gilbert was going to happen, you would have at least brought your own lunch, even if you would've risked him getting angry at the fact that you didn’t have any money.
You lifted your gaze,
Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 1More Like This
A young girl about 6 years old with (h/c) hair that went down just to about her shoulders stood at the edge of a pond in the middle of a fairly open field quite a distance away from the nearest park, staring intensely into its calmly rippling water with focused (e/c) eyes. Her reflection stared back at her, surrounded by a few lily pads which sat gently on the tip of the water’s surface. A few minutes passed in silence as she continued to stand there, the only sounds being the calm breeze as it moved through the grass and the tiny splashing of the water as it gently hit some of the rocks at the edge of the pond.
Come on, come out alrea
Magic Mirror P2 [America x Reader x Russia]More Like This
Warning: (A/N) - This chapter may turn out to be confusing. I will just leave you off with this; Whatever America* does/says, it is Russia. Whatever Russia* does/says, it is Alfred. So for this chapter... America's Body = Russia's soul, Russia's body = America's soul. I wish you luck. I hope you don't find this chapter all too confusing. I'm not an expert in switching people's bodies. *shot* Good luck with the POV parts!
"I can't believe it! You son of a-!" Russia was about to finish his sentence until both of them looked at you.
"You can't believe what, Alfred?" America said as he smirked. "You were sneaking around in (name)'s bedroom, da?
Italy x Reader- HetaOni- 24 (Part 1)I looked at the note in my trembling hands, my whole body shaking slightly. It said I had 24 hours left to live... I found it on the piano and I guess I just believed it. How could I not? Everything had been so strange in the mansion... But I kept it hidden, I didn't want to worry anyone.More Like This
I made my way back to the safe room Germany had found. France, Prussia, and Germany stood in a corner, chattering among themselves as the others were scattered throughout the room, doing various tasks. I kept the note close to me as I weaved my way through the people.
Sitting on one of the many beds, I thought.I can't believe how much I've wasted my time.
LithuaniaxReader: These Scars we HoldMore Like This
“Liet,” you said softly using your nickname for him. “Please go to the beach with me?”
Your boyfriend/lover/ect… shook his head, “No.”
“Why not?” you asked, “Poland got you these nice new pair of swim trunks and invited us to go to the beach. It’s obvious he wants to see you in them.”
Lithuania sighed and shook his head. “I-I just don’t want to.”
You frowned, “Is it because you can’t swim. Cause you don’t even have to get in the water if you don’t want to. We could always walk on the beach and look for seashells.”
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You had came back from the world summit building, tired, sad, and feeling used. For awhile, you had been with Francis, but that changed when you caught him with another woman. Those two were making out in the hallway. And he didn't even try to push her away.
You simply went up to him, slapped him upside the head, and told him it was over. Though it came out like a scream at the time. Now, you trudged into your room and slumped onto your bed, laying there motionless. You thought about the other countries, who saw you run out the building, seeing how you were obviously angry.
Tears, that's all that came out of you right now, just tears.
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You walked in behind Elisabeth and Bella as you joked around, laughing about the couple arguing outside. You came up to the the desk in the front of the restaurant, you and your friends had gone out since you were having a sleepover, but it turned out that you had run out of food so you decided to stop by the new french restaurant down the street.
“Hello, can we have a table for three please.” you asked the woman. She nodded as she looked over the seating plan in front of her and led you between the tables. It was quite small and had a light soft feeling to it. It had cute little chairs and b
Pervert- FrancexReader"Hey, ______." your sister Jasmine called.More Like This
"Yeah?" you replied, playing with your iPod and only half playing attention.
"Do you have these balls on the bottom of your feet?"
At the word "balls", your sister momentarily gained your full attention.
"What?!" you asked incredulously.
"These balls, on the bottom of your feet." she said, lifting her foot up to show you.
"I don't wanna look at your balls!" you yelled.
Jasmine sighed."Why do you always have to make stuff so dirty?! You're just like Francis!"
You blushed at the mention of the Frenchman. "It's Françis," you corrected. "And no I'm not!"
"Girl, yes you are! You're always acti
Different types of kisses (FranceXReader)Pressing against your lips with subtle force, Francis’ tired smile twitched his lips up when he hear you begin to stir with a moan. As though a dashing of crimson paint had been splashed across your cheeks, you blushed when you saw your Frenchman hovering over your form. A whispered ‘Bonjour’ in your ear was all it took for you wind your hands in his hair and reclaim his lips.More Like This
“Morning.” You cooed back and he chuckled, ruffling the blond locks that cascaded onto his shoulders. His muscles flexed as he rolled his shoulders and stretched, yawning loudly.
You touched your lips, a thought forming itself in the crev
FRUK x Crossdresser!Reader: Substitute GentlemanMore Like This
"Ardzer, have you heard of dzis [Male Name]?"
"Why? Don't tell me he's stolen your woman or should I say women?
"Oui, apparently so."
"Bloody hell, what happened to you, Frogface?" Arthur said as a smirk played on his mouth. "Now excuse me, I have a lady to attend to." he walked over to a girl, her eyes quickly lighting up. Time to rub it in that frog's face, Arthur thought, smiling.
"Kya!" Arthur smirked as those words came out of her mouth. "It's [Male Name]!" she quickly brushed past Arthur, running towards the window. "Ohayou, [Male Name]!" she yelled through the window, waving her hand.
On the school yard, a boy with short [Hair Color] hair and [Eye Color] eyes looked up at her and smiled. He wasn't handsome the way Francis nor Arthur was. It was a hint more boyish. Maybe that added to his charm. That didn't matter to Arthur nor Francis.
They both approached the window,
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After all, bars had beer, wine, and all the whores a dick could ever want. What's not to love, right?
You snorted, taking a gulp of your whisky, the liquid burning your throat. You silently watched Prussia and Spain attempt to pick up girls, somewhat amused by their cheesy attempts. That amusement quickly evaporated, however, when you felt arms wrap around your waist. " 'Ey, mon amour!"
You groaned, recongizing the voice; out of all three boys, France was definatly the biggest flirt. What's worse, he was drunk at the moment, a fact he made quite obvious by his stupid grin and flushed face. "Iz zere a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see moi in your pants."
Your face burning, you pushed him away and got up; after all, if you'd wanted to be picked up, you would've gone to a freaking strip club.
But it seemed France wasn't ready to give up, because he lunged
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Every year you went to have a picnic with your 'brothers' or so you would call them. Even though it was cold outside this time of year, you still joined them. They never got along well, seeing that England hated France and Canada and America were brothers who fought a lot. You wanted them to get along this time, because you were getting sick of their constant fighting.
Arthur was always the one driving the car. He feared letting anyone else drive might end badly. Alfred and Matthew brought the food and Francis brought drinks. You loved the picnics you had with them, they would usually fight or get drunk. Which would be funny sometimes e
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"But that wasn't even the best part! And then Katniss hears the speakers say that two people from the same district can win! So Katniss goes and finds Peeta who is really hurt. Katniss and Peeta are happy that two people can win and Katniss goes and likes gets this bag in the process gets attacked by Clove who is of course killed by Thresh who is as well killed. But now Cato is still left and he is all Mr. Tough Guy and stuff and so Katniss and Peeta go to the cornucopia to escape these muttations which are like these scary ass dogs, but then Cato is all there and is totally being like a sexy beast from district two! Well Cato takes Peeta and
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Ludwig sighed as he pushed his paperwork aside. He was exasperated with himself. He had tried so hard that afternoon to finish all of his (and Gilbert’s and Feliciano’s and Kiku’s and Lovino’s) paperwork, but he just couldn’t seem to get _____ out of his mind. They had been dating for two months now, but they had only been together for about three weeks of that. They had gone almost six weeks without seeing each other, and today made it even worse.
Why would today be any different, you ask? Simple: It was Valentine’s Day.
Every couple on the planet was together on this day––all except one.
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Running and Hiding
You probably will want to read part one first if you haven't yet, mainly because this won't make sense if you don't xD
Link in the description.
Warning- Mild cursing, violence and dead people
"Can we trust this guy?" You pulled his suit jacket tighter around your shoulders.
"No, but 'e owes me." The Frenchman didn't elaborate, just made a turn onto a long twisting dirt road.
"Is he like you?" You meant, knowing Oliver and having a tracking device in his arm.
"Yes." Francis glanced at you out of the c
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Story by lilacgiraffe
You sat alone at the bar, watching as happy couples crowded around the television in the corner to see the countdown take place in the city. You place your cool beer on your forehead and wait for the countdown to begin. “ Another year alone.” you thought, downing what was left in the bottle.
Shaking your head, you stood, deciding to not wait until the shouting started. Slowly, you picked your way through the cluttered room and finally made it outside. Shuddering in the cold, you tug your jacket on and hold it tightly to your body. You wrap a scarf around your neck so that
Swing [France x Reader]"Bonjour, madamoiselle," sang a calm voice behind you, snapping you out of your daydream. You startled, holding onto the swing's chains as you turned to look behind you.More Like This
"Ah, it is you!" said the tall, blond man. "You are so beautiful today. I mistook you for an angel."
You blushed despite yourself. "Oh. Um. Thank you."
"Je t'en prie, tu es tres jolie." He gently uncurled your fingers from the chain and brought your hand to his lips for a lingering kiss, his liquid blue eyes fixed on yours the entire time. His long golden locks danced with a sudden gust of wind, the cold of which brought you a sudden shiver. "Allow me," he said
2P!FrancexMother!Reader Part four2P!FrancexMother!Reader With Child!2P!American and Child!2P!CanadaMore Like This
Feliciano and Ludwig were watching Oliver's every move. When they weren't, Yao and Ivan where.
Francis also kept tabs on Oliver. Making sure that the apartment you were living in was off the guys radar.
And you were currently homeschooling Alfred and Matthew. Francis didn't think that it was safe to let the boys go to school.
"Alfred please stop chewing your pencil and work on those math problems."
You were reading over Matthew's school work. Although he needed help with spelling, the kid was surprisingly good a
AmericaXReader: Love You Most"I love you."More Like This
"I love you more."
"I love you most."
You sigh, watching the couple smile at each other and walk hand and hand out of the cafe. Valentine's Day is tomorrow, and you just wish somebody would say that to you.
You look around at all the cute couples, the cafe decorated with red and pink hearts, and bouquets of red, pink and white roses on every table. Boxes of chocolates, heart-shaped cookies and little cakes that say 'I love you' sit in the display cases.
You take a sip of your coffee and turn your attention back to the book in your hand. Why would anyone want you to be their Valentine? This year won't be any different then the last one.
"Hey, (name). Whatcha' doing here all alone?"
You look up and smile. Your best friend, Alfred sits across from you, a McDonald's bag in hand.
"Why are you in here if you went to McDonald's?"
He shrugs. "I saw you in the window and you looked like you needed a Hero to cheer you up."
BTTxReader -Day Out BAM! 3 guys: A blond, a brunette, an albino burst in and scooped you into their Zonda. You didn’t even have time to respond, you just went with it, let them take you.More Like This
“Bounjour.” Francis took away the glass of milk that was in you hand and kissed it.
“Hola.” Antonio said as he went to your left.
“Hallo.” Gilbert smirked and went to your right.
You had your puzzling face on as the Spaniard and the Prussian carried you outside and the French opened the door for them. You batted your (color) eyes in confusion as they started the car.
“So many questions…” You merely uttered and looked at them. What the heck just happened? You were in your Perry the Platypus pajamas enjoying breakfast and your best friends decided to burst in your apartment and take you.
“Vhat else does it look like ve’re doing, frau? Kesesese!” Gilbert was
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((A/N: Damn, I barely made the deadline on this one! DX I need to speed up my writing skills…))
Arthur sighed as he watched you have fun with some of your friends. You were perfect in his eyes, with your (h/l)(h/c) hair that looked very soft, your (s/c) complexion which seemed to glow in the sun, and last but not least, your beautiful (e/c) eyes that always sparkled with happiness. Once again he sighed. He wished so badly to ask you out, but he just didn't have the guts to do so. You probably wouldn't like him that way anyway. You'd most likely go after someone like
2P!FrancexMother!Reader Part three2P!FrancexMother!Reader With Child!2P!American and Child!2P!CanadaMore Like This
You were in a car, driving fast for a safe house. Francis had his eyes on the road, his knuckles were white from clutching the steering wheel. You sat in the passenger seat, trying and failing to fall asleep.
Matthew and Alfred were fast asleep in the back seat, luggage piled around them.
"Thank you Francis." You whispered, looking out the window.
He glanced at you, then reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette.
"It's nozing. A man 'as to protect zose 'e loves."
You blushed at his words, th
RomanoxReader- Quizzing you"YOU WHAT?!" you and Lovino yelled. "Sí! I've signed you both up for a quiz game show! You are both smart, no?" Antonio asked with a smile. "But why us two?! You could have asked those two potato bastards!" Lovino yelled. "You know I hate this kinda stuff, right Toni? You're so mean!" you whined, punching Antonio's arm. "Lo siento, chica. But I thought you needed to come out of your shell more!" he apologized, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I thought I've told you I don't understand Spanish..." you muttered in annoyance. He laughed and walked over to a pretty pissed off Lovino. Antonio told him something in Spanish, glancing over to yMore Like This
RomanoxReader -- Home Safe [TRADE]You clocked out of work at 9:42 PM, nearly four hours overtime with nothing but paperwork, paperwork, and more paperwork. And phones calls with idiots on the other end. Absolute idiots! Nothing but four hours of idiots!More Like This
Tonight, you needed a drink--bad. Very, very bad.
You didn't even go home to change, just got in your car and headed over to the nearest pub you knew of. Yeah, maybe it was a little upscale for your work clothes, but--flip--you needed something to drink. Now. Anything would do, although you wanted to keep it light. Light enough that you could drive yourself home as soon as you were done without failing a breathalizer test if
Request: RomanoxReader: Have a Terrible Day"Ok, I need to return the pickaxe, and buy some cheese balls, napkins, goldfish, and canned tomatoes," you went over the list again in your head. Walmart. You parked your car and got a cart and walked across the parking lot. You had the pickaxe in that cart and walked through the automatic doors.More Like This
At the entrance there was an employee handing out smiley face stickers. He had dark brown hair, amber eyes, with a random curl sticking up. "You have a return? Over there ma'am," he pointed off to the counter to your right. He handed you a sticker, "Have a terrible day."
He was upset to have this post, you could tell. You looked at his nametag an
Request: RomanoxReader: Bruises"Care to have some beer, __________?" Ludwig asked.More Like This
"No! She obviously prefers tea!" Arthur butted in.
"Who needs those when you have vodka!" Ivan said.
There was a party at your house tonight, and you were the center of attention. You enjoyed the exciting atmosphere of it, and especially savored it because it was only rarely that your boyfriend allowed such events.
"Oi! Bastards get away!" Lovino said shoving them away from you.
"It's fine, Lovi. But I just want some soda guys," you said to your friends. Alfred jumped down from who knows where holding a glass.
"Here, _________! Nice and cold!" he said.
"Thanks," you took the cup and d
Request RomanoXReader Problem SolvedYou were sleeping comfortably in the guest bedroom at Feliciano and Lovino's house. It has been about your 5th day here. You were invited to come over for a short vacation considering you work so hard. However, you weren't very happy to see Lovi there. Thinking that he was at Antonio's you happily accepted the invitation without asking any questions. Which you now regret. The minute you got through the door Lovino was already hissing curses in your direction. In return you shot glares back and tried to ignore the fuming Italian. On the bright side, Feliciano was more than happy to see you. He quickly ushered you up the stairs, past Lovino, anMore Like This
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"I'm fine mom!" You yelled into your phone. "Honestly, I don't know why you're so worried."
"It's your first time living alone, in a foreign country no less! I have a right to be worried young lady." You mother told you for the millionth time. For the first time in your life you were moving out of your parents' house and living on your own. You had wanted to move to Italy ever since the first time you visited the country as a little girl. From that day on you did everything you could to work toward your dream of living in the beautiful country. You studied day in and day out attempting to master the Italian language and worked
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You walked into your best friend Feliciano's house. He had called you over because he had wanted you to meet someone, and he also just wanted someone else over for dinner. You frowned. "Where is Feli?" You wondered.
"Hey Feli? You here?" You yelled then heard yelling from up stairs.
"No please don't kill me!" You heard Feli scream
"I'm coming Feli!" You yelled running up the stairs and into his room. "Feli! You okay?!" You yelled. You saw the Italian being strangled by another Feli?!
"Hey! Hey! Break it up!" You yelled running between the two men. You pushed the other man away from Feli.
"Ow! What the hell?
RomanoxReader: All MineYou shivered at the wind, which refused to stop blowing your hair out of place. You knew that the wind was going to act up again, so you had tied it in a French braid. Even though the weather was beyond cold, the thought of your high school bestie visiting you for the first time in years warmed your heart.More Like This
Currently, you were sitting on the park bench where you always sat with him after school. Here was the place where secrets and gossip was always shared. You two had an unbreakable bond and even kept communication when you went to separate colleges. The only way your relationship was still strong was due to webcamming and text messaging. He
RomanoXReader: TimeYou walked through the market, as happy as could be. You had been extremely busy lately with work and hobbies, but you finally decided to take a day off for yourself. You inhaled deeply, taking in all the scents of the market. So far you had only bought one thing, a basket full of ripe, delicious looking tomatoes. You loved tomatoes and these had just looked to amazing for you to pass up.More Like This
The market was full of people buying, selling, and just window shopping. You pushed your way through the crowd, taking extra precaution to not bump into anyone. You finally made it to your destination, a small park with a fountain in it. You had loved this
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"Everyone! We would like you to meet our little sister, Maria!"
"C-ciao everyone! It's nice to meet you!" You nervously waved to the crowded room.
Yes, you were the sister of the infamous italian twins. Having a mixture of Lovino and Feliciano made you a marvel to modern science. You didn't understand the feud between Grandpa Rome and Lovino for attention. Seeing as how he had passed before you were born, and you really didn't care.
And yes, you had the signature curl. Yours protruded from the tip top of your head. But you hid it by clipping it under your ponytail. Lovi was very protective of you when it came to boys, him being scared they
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"Ugh...Someone get Elise Beilschmidt on the phone!" You yelled in an angered voice while stomping off the set of your latest movie that you were starring in. The director, a French guy by the name of Francis Bonnefoy, had lied to you about what the movie was about. You thought it was going to be full of action and a bit of romance but instead it was full of romance with only a bit of action. Elise Beilschmidt née Svobodova, was your best friend and surprisingly your acting agent. Right now you needed a friend right now, you felt like everyone on the set hated you. Sure, right now you were acting like a bitch but that was only
FranceXReader Under the Eiffel TowerYou had always wanted to visit the city of love. Babysitting those snot bubbles across the street had finally saved you enough money to get to Paris. Arriving at the airport and taking a seat on your long flight, you threw your luggage above your head. You began to think of your plans for when you got off the plane and became furiously excited. You finally started to relax as your plane took flight.Twenty minutes into your flight an energetic man was taken from his first class seat to coach.More Like This
"Please don't sit here, please don.." your pleading thoughts were
inturupted when the man with a strange curl on his head took the
open seat next to
Deaf!PrussiaxReader: Love is UnheardWith a heavy sigh, you smiled sadly at the young man sitting in front of you. His crimson orbs showed defeat in the worst way.More Like This
Your heart constricted painfully as you reached out to touch his cold hand. He returned the gentle squeeze, and you felt tears well up in the corners of your eyes. It just wasn't fair.
Why did he have to become deaf?
He was both your best friend and the one you loved.
Your mind returned to that time in the hospital...
Your side burned as you raced through the long winding hallways, hair flying out from behind you.
Ignoring the searing pain, your long legs only pumped faster and faster against the hard white
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You were sitting at the top of your staircase leaning up against the wall listening to music when you hear someone knock on the door. Your mother answers it and you hear talking. You try to make put who it was when it clicked! It was Mr.Vargas, the grampa of three. "I was wondering if anyone could babysit while I went out on a date tonight. Antonio will be out with his friends so I need someone to watch Feli and Lovi." You heard him say.
"I'll do it!" you say poking you head from around the corner."I have nothing else to do and I think it would be fun~!"
"Oh okay thank you (Y/N)!" He replies smiling. "Co
Request Soldier!PrussiaxReaderA thousand yearsMore Like This
You were standing in the field staring at the grass waving in the wind. It was the same field that Gilbert had proposed to you in . and had left you in. Five years ago, he left to fight in war promising he would do the impossible to return back alive. You always came out here to wait for Gilbert. So you could see how the beautiful golden sun illuminated his silver grey hair, so you could see that love in his ruby red eyes when he saw you. It all seemed like a cheesy love story but it was your cheesy love story.
Suddenly as the sun began to rise up, you saw a figure walking towards you. It see
Spain x little reader (Request)"Hermano mayor, hermano mayor. Wake up." you said to the sleeping Spaniard. He didn't move a inch. You made a mad face then climbed up on his bed and got close to his ear. "WAAKE UP!" You yelled into his ear. His eyes sprung open and he fell out of the bed. He used his hands to holed himself up from the floor and rubbed his head. "Ai [Y/n] what the hell was that for?" You peered over the bed to look at him with your innocent [e/c] eyes. "Your alarm clock went off and you didn't wake up, so I did." A big smile grew across your face. "Plus today is my 5th cumpleanos." You said excitedly. His eyes widened. He totally forgot about your birthday.More Like This
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While you sat there deciding what pictures would go in which frame, a soft knock at your door startled you. Who in the hell was knocking on your at a little after midnight?
"Who is it?" you called.
"Only the most awesome person ever," a very familiar voice called back.
Gilbert? "It's open."
As the door opened, you looked up and saw Gilbert, dressed in a red hoodie wearing a white t-shirt underneath, and black pajama pants, walk in. "Hey, frau," he grinned as he closed the door behind him.
"Hey. Did you forget something earlier?" you asked as he made his way over to the couch.
"Nah," he grunted as he flopped down next to you. "I...uh...g
2p!FrancexChild!Reader Your hair was being yanked back painfully, your mouth covered as another blow was administered to your small body. Tears were slowly flowing out of your dulling (e/c) eyes, blood dribbling from wounds which were being created.More Like This
One of the boys in front of you snickered. "Are you willin' to give us that coin in your hand now?"
You shook your head, not even having the smallest amount of change to give to them. Seeing their angered faces only sent you further into hysterics and noticing this, laughed in pleasure before attacking you viciously once more.
One pulled out a switchblade and came up behind you, slicing off most of your gorge
CircusPerformer!FrancexReader: Trust meA playful melody sang through the area full of tents, stands, and what seemed like thousands of people. Children ran around with happy grins on their faces as they went from place to place in said area, while the adults just walked about, some with smiles and laughs, and some without. Most, however, were in the long line headed into the center piece of the ginormous place. The center piece, was none other than the big tent itself.More Like This
You guessed it, the place was circus.
You were among these people going inside, anxiously waiting to be inside and out of the smoldering heat of summer. You had never been much of an outdoors person, so the sun an
maybe next time? France x Reader.More Like This
Ugh was all you could think about. Not only were you swamped with work but you had a dirty house to clean once you got home. Ugh.
Step after step you walked down the sidewalk towards you home, carrying your stuffed bag full of work like a mule. ugh.
"Ello miss ____!!!!"
You looked down only to see a gigantic smile beaming up at you.
"Why hello peter how are you today."
"Cheerie as always ma'am!"
You chuckled and roughed up his hair.
you both looked up only to see Tino on the front porch, wearing his black waist apron, while wiping his hands on a towel.
"Hello ___ what are you up too?"
You walked with Peter up to
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"Ah!" Alfred fell onto his face, a weight slamming his stomach into the floor. He tried pushing up but the weight pressed down even further, "What the hell!?!"
Al turned slightly, catching a glimpse of blonde hair and posionious emeralds. His arms slid on the polished floor. He sighed, "What'd I do this time, Iggy?"
"Don't call me that, you idiot." Arthur growled at his former colony.
"Okay, okay, Arthur." Al rolled his eyes, "Now are you gonna explain why you've tackled me or am I gonna have to guess?"
"How dare you tell him that lie?" England hissed.
"What lie did I tell France?" America asked. Arthur got off of him and Al took the cha
The Gift of Delusion (Thief!France x Reader)If there were but a few, lingering things that Francis could say he properly knew about the affairs of the rich and their frequently extravagant celebrations, they would be that there was always more to the events than dances and restrained, careful talk involved.More Like This
There was the promise of food, and promises for thieves who wished to snatch themselves a few purses. Thieves like him - as much as he hated to admit it.
Rich, succulent, expensive food, flawlessly crafted and fit for greater than a king assuredly lay there at these places. Yet many of these sorts of indulgent and fanciful delicacies went frequently wasted by the ignorant in events as these, as the more well-off and fortunate in all the intricacies of French society never did seem to properly realise the appalling complications of their condemning lives and their diets. They never did seem to fully realise their own limitless extensions on necessity,
FranceXReader- Snails.More Like This
"Ah, Mon cher, you are awake."
"Good morning Francis." you said sleepily. You walked towards your husband and gave him a kiss on his lips quickly.
Before he took advantage of it.
"Hm. Are you hungry? Breakfast is nearly done, Mon amour~" He smiled at you and chuckled when he saw your happy face at the mention of food.
Ah the benefits of marrying a chef.
"That would be lovely Francis~" you responded with a happy sigh. You did love his cooking- and him of course, no matter how much... Francis he was.
"Hm, could you please get the mail from outside, sil vous plait? He asked with a gentle smile as he stirred wha
Burning dinner (FranceXReader)Francis hummed as he set about cooking for dinner. Not that you couldn't cook or anything, it's just that he was brilliant at it. And you loved watching his fingers.More Like This
They were so nimble, so elegant and effective against the grit in lettuces, the fat on meat, you could find so many reasons as to why watching him cook was so calming.
Sticking close to his side, your (e/c) eyes followed his hands that were stirring a pan filled with a roux. He quickly alternated between flour and milk, the sauce getting thicker and thicker as he did so.
He noticed your watching and chuckling he pulled you between his arms. Your arms came above his and he look
France (Nekotalia)Looking at all the cats, you were quick to make a decision.More Like This
This. Was. Impossible.
Each cat was adorable with its own fur color, pattern and quirks. It was going to be impossible to pick only out of this whole bunch.
You walked over and sat on a chair, just watching them for a bit. You hunched over in the chair, placing your elbows on your knees and resting your head in your hands. You allowed your mind to wander as you watched the cats interact with one another. You noted that some seemed closer to others.
They each seemed to have their own little clichés, which was surprising. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say they were human.
Something brushed against your bare leg, causing you to jerk it away and look at your legs to see what it was. Finding nothing, you thought it was a phantom feeling. One of those times where it feels like something happened, but it didn’t. Like when it feels like a bug bit you, but when you look, there’s not bite or
FrancexReader - Hopeless Romantic(y/n) sighed as she pulled her long hair out of the messy bun she'd twisted it up into. Pens clattered to the floor, as she had been sticking them in her hair for safe-keeping. She casually set down her notebooks and files, dumping them onto her already cluttered desk. Mugs half-filled with stale coffee were shifted aside to make room for the access of supplies. Pink lipstick stained the rims of the coffee mugs, but (y/n) paid no attention to that. She was just glad to be home after an extremely long day of work. She groaned as she stretched her aching muscles, and she slipped into a pair of grey sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. Her boss, a stMore Like This
Canada x Reader: Lip Smacker"Here we are." You smiled as you led your boyfriend to your new room.More Like This
You had moved to another neighborhood due to it being a better location and overall a much better area since it cost less than your previous residence and already looked livelier, making it a great deal. You happily decided to invite Matthew over to your brand new house, to which he agreed.
He followed you up the stairs not too long ago and now stood gazing at your bedroom.
"I really like it, _____. It's cute." He smiled sincerely as he noticed how organized you kept everything and the warm mood your room gave off.
"Thank you, Mattie. Feel free to explore!" You nudged h
Freckles: 2P!EnglandXReader"What do like the most about me?"More Like This
You stared into those swirling, twirling, whirling blue and pink eyes. What was it about him that you adored the most? He had asked you and was now patiently waiting for your response. It was not the way that time slowed when your eyes locked. Though, that did happen and every single time it just nearly took your breath away, sometimes almost literally. It was most certainly not the way his slightly pinkish hair fell into his eyes. It was not his lithe and wiry body or even his sense of humor. It was not to way his flashed his charming smiles all the time, though you did have a thing for his pearly whites. I
Jaw-dropping news (PrussiaXPregnant Reader)Gilbert’s jaw just about hit the floor when you told him the big surprise. “Y-you’re not joking are you frau?” He asked, his red eyes wide. You glanced away from him, hoping his reaction could’ve been different.More Like This
“No, I’m not. Gil, we’re going to be parents.” You repeated, stroking his cheek as he continued to stare at you. As though the cogs in his brain had finally stopped whirring, a huge grin bloomed across his face. He crowed loudly and you jumped in shock.
“Don’t do that!” You told him, but he wasn’t listening as he was dancing around, kissing his fingers and
Hetalia ItalyxReader - Stuck In a BoxMore Like This
". . . Ready or not, here I come!"
At one of Alfred's parties, we all decided to play hide and seek, Alfred, of course, being "it". I ran into one of the back rooms, spotting an unlocked footlocker. After stepping inside it and making myself comfortable, I closed the lid, being careful not to lock it.
Several minutes passed, and I wasn't found by anyone else. A few moments later, I heard someone frantically stagger into the room, closing the door behind them. There was a short pause before the lid to the footlocker opened, leaving me exposed. I wasn't caught, though, because the person standing before me was my cute little red-headed Ita
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You looked up from the book you were reading. You could see two kids, who had climbed high up into a tree. Now you normally didn't get involved, but you could see a group of other kids calling names and yelling at the other kids. No one else was getting up to help the two smaller boys; the parents of any of the children were nowhere to be seen. You shook your head as your book snapped shut. So much for going to the park for a quiet read. Your roommates were driving you insane and you had no peace and quiet, but you couldn't let the kid fall, especially with the other boy sitting next to the tree crying for someone to help. You jogged over wit