Courtship. - America x Reader.You met him on a cloudy day in the marketplace. The sky looked as if it was about to rain, or call out with thunder and spark through the dark. A large light cracked through the sky, and you flinched from the sudden sound - but there was someone more frightened.
"That scared me peeless!" You giggled at that new term as the rain started to pour. "Lady! You're going to catch a cold!" You waved him off, signaling it would be okay.
"I'm (Name)! And you?"
"Alfred F. Jones! The Hero!" You laughed. There was no such as a hero. "Your dress is swapping the floor! It's going to get dirty!"
"It's alright," you sigh. "These dresses and high heels are all disguises."
"Disguises?" Alfred was confused.
"I'm the daughter of an affluent businessman and all he does is work. Of course these dresses and high heels are disguises. We are humans after all, aren't we?" Alfred nodded, light bulb lighting on top of his head. "I have to go! Bye, Alfred!"
"Bye!" He could have swear that was the most gorgeous and
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Your parents then looked at the both of you and asked "What is going on?!" Alfred walked over to you and gripped your shoulders in a tight hug and replied "[y/n], me, and a buddy of ours are going on a date". They were confounded at what they were hearing but shrugged it off and set the date.
'Oh dear lord, what have I gotten myself into?'
And it continues … again ….
Soon, Saturday came in the blink of an eye! You were nervous considering you've never been on a "real" date before. You went out with some friends that were guys in the past but there was never anything serious.
You decided to set your alarm at 6am since you figured it was a "date" you could at least attempt to look nice. You pulled out the last dress you had (since you only owned 2 and already wore the other one). It was a nice simple dress, that buttoned up from the waist to the hem of the collar. The dress was white
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'What is he blushing for? Also, his face is like a bright tomato...' You were curious enough to stare at him.
"W-Why are you looking...?" he stuttered nervously.
"Nevermind. Let's go back to work."
Later after that, Arthur arrived at the photo shoot. He was all set, there's no need for him to do make up or any outfit changes, he was already look that good. Your eyes had been stuck on him while making different poses. Arthur CAN be hot too.
"Hello __~" Arthur greeted you cheerfully.
"Hi." you said.
"Are you tired?" Arthur questioned.
"I see, good to hear." thus, he smiled.
'Ah, so cheesy!!! It gives me goosebumps!!!' Alfred got irritated again. Sceneries kept happening like that in the set, it was driving Alfred mad. He was doing his work by himself while you were working with Arthur on the other side. His close photographer-friend asked him why Alfred's eyes were glued on the two and growing some sort of "Russian aura." He wanted to say the truth yet
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You sigh in defeat as you slump backward into the chair. These thoughts were running through your head and it was annoying you like hell.
"I've always wanted you *name*."
Just that one line made your face heat up like a cherry. You tilted your head to the side to cover it, but it was no use. You hear England speak quietly, "Heh. *Name*, don't hide your blush from me. It is only me of course." He then starts laughing lowly.
Who was this man? Where was the gentleman that you once knew? The England who loved drinking tea with you, or reading to you. The man who always somehow set the kitchen on fire? That man was now replaced by a 'France' in disguise. England was now slightly perverted sounding. Especially since you were chained to a chair. He probably thought it was kinky or some bullshit.
Just has you were thinking theses thoughts, you we
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Can I have some comments people? *cricket sounds* Oh well worth a try >.
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"No!" you cry as you bolt upright from your bed. You look at the clock on your bedside table and notice that it's 4:38 AM. "Just a dream," you say and sigh in relief. You wipe the sheen of cold sweat from your forehead. You dreamt that Feli, your best friend, had gone into a mysterious mansion with your other friends and had encountered an extremely hostile monster that trapped them in there. It was a part of a recurring dream: you had had it several times, each being a different point in time. All of them were in that mansion. This time your point of view was directly behind Feli. You were forced to watch as your friends all died before your eyes. Towards the end of the dream, you could feel Feli's desperation to protect them and his despair at not being able to. He was utterly alone, and that's when the monster struck. It raised its nasty, hairless arm and slashed downwards toward Feli. You ran towards him screaming, and that's when you woke up. One of the things that really sticks i
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Soon enough it was around ten o'clock, and I had found myself bored to death. I wasn't even in the mood to watch any more TV… I didn't really want to from the start. My mind was completely set on the whole 'hand-cuffed-with-my-crush' thing. I sighed out loudly.
"(name), sorry about that… Would you like to take a walk?"
"Wha- but… that's just embarrassing!"
"It'll be fine, just trust me, won't you?"
I let my eyes wander off to the blank walls of the room, but from the corner of my eye, I can see Arthur putting on a serious face. Surprised, I gaze into Arthur's eyes, and he remains still and silent. His eyes were green. Green like a tropical forest in utopia. Or maybe the green from a familiar fairytale I heard long ago about the Wizard of Oz… Either way, his eyes just mesmerize me, and as soon as his eyes lock onto yours, you can't simply look away.
"I suppose… Yeah, why not?"
England x Blind!Sick!Reader - Rain - Final Arthur sat in his study, head rested on the desk. There was no hope. The doctor's couldn't help. He looked up at his tea cup blankly and stirred the spoon around. You were already in bed. Have been for a couple hours.More Like This
The Brit sat up straight and began to dig furiously through his drawers when he pulled out an old, worn out leather book. It was his old Dark Magic book full of healing spells and such. He thumbed through the pages, eyes scanning for key words. He finally stopped, and read furiously down the page. He found it. The cure. He would have jumped up and danced around in joy if he weren't a gentleman.
"Mint!" he called out excitedly. The odd green mammal appeared in fron of him.
"Look! I can save her!" Arthur held up the book, smiling ear to ear. "I can save ________! She won't be blind or sick anymore! Why didn't I think of this before?!"
Mint bunny scanned the page, then looked up sadly at Arthur, "Her memory will be wiped. The spell
England x Reader - Arcades (Request)"…Why did you guys drag me here again?" you asked your friends, tapping your foot impatiently against the floor.More Like This
"Because we needed someone to keep track of the scores so the loser has to treat us to dinner later." replied (Friend 1), still pressing buttons on her controller, not even looking away from the screen for one second.
"Even so, why me? You know I hate arcades." you continued complaining, very unsatisfied with their answer.
"Cuz' everyone one else was busy." said (Friend 2), somehow able to play with one hand and eat chips with the other at the same time.
"There's nothing for me to do here though…"
"Here (Name), you can play too. There's room for one more player." (Friend 3) called out.
"…Nevermind, I'll just watch." you replied, while your friends kept on screaming "Die alien, die!"
"Oh yeah dude! I win again!" you heard from behind you.
'Ugh, and this is why I hate arcades, everything's too loud!' you thought exasperatedly, but decided to see who was yelling anyway, not eve
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"I-I'm sorry!" A [h/c] haired girl yelled.
"[Name] do you know how long it took me to get enough money to buy this!?" He yelled, holding up his laptop.
"N-no....but I said I was sorry! It was an accident!" You yelled back.
"How the bloody hell do you accidentally break a laptop screen!?"
"B-But I was us-"
Arthur sighed and started rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"You know what, [Name]? Maybe you should just go home."
He glared at you.
"I said go!"
You stepped back with wide eyes as you stared at him in shock.
You stomped to his door.
You turned around towards him with tears streaming down your face.
He looked at you with wide eyes.
"Don't ever call me! Don't talk to me anymore, you stupid asshole! I hate you!" You yelled as you slammed the door.
Arthur put his hands in front of his face and fell to the floor.
"What have I done?"
The next morning you woke up with tear stains on your face.
You went to look in
America x Pregnant!Reader - Painting The paintbrush danced across the white canvas in an erratic movement. It was unpredictable. I didn't even know where it was going. It twirled up then down, then looped and tied the knot with the other stroke on the canvas. Dipping the paintbrush into the paint, I held up the brush and watched the thick liquid drip slowly before bringing it back to the canvas. The dance began again, up and down the page. Right to left. Corner to corner. No white could be seen after the brush's unpredictable dance.More Like This
Sighing, I leaned back and studied my work before me. I was hardly done. Looking down at my extended, bare belly, I smiled and ran a painted hand over it, "I still have so much to do."
I paused, not exactly expecting a reply. Sighing again, I looked up at the ceiling fan, which spun at an incredible speed. I couldn't count the blades. It was so hot in this Californian house. My (h/c) hair stuck to my face from sweat and my already smudged eyeliner was worst than before. I eas
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"Need for a house keeper huh?"
I read aloud from the classified ads of the newspaper. My cat Hero, who was laying in my lap against my pudged tummy. He would stretch, his cerulean eyes glancing up at me. I smile petting his head softly.
"What do you think buddy? Sound like a nice job for me to take?" I cooed sweetly as I sctratch behind his ears. The Main coon purred in delight. He let out a happy meow in response. "Well okie dokie then! I shall take up the job!" you declared posing, pointing at the air at really no where. Hero let out a mix of a meow and pur escape his mouth cheering me on.
"Heh heh.. You're such a good boy" I said picking him up into my arms as I began to hug him.
Throughout the day I prepared anwsering from questions that might be asked in the interview. I even set Hero at the my desk, pretending to be the boss as I practiced my charismatic skills. They weren't the best, but I really wanted this job. Plus with the charm and skills, maybe this boss will look past my
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America held his wife’s hand tightly in his as she was heaving and pushing. He had never seen _________ in so much pain, and he wasn’t letting her go through this alone.
After what felt like hours, the sound of a baby’s cries could be heard in the room. America turned around to get a look at the newborn baby.
“Congratulations!!” the doctor exclaimed… in a disturbingly familiar Russia accent. America felt his heart sank as he saw the baby in the tall doctor’s arms. It had _________’s beautiful (color) eyes… and a small patch of platinum blonde hair that matched Doctor Russia’s.
America found himself suddenly collapsed on the floor in front of a waiting room couch. England was collapsed on top of him.
“About time you two woke up,” Canada commented,
Bad Dreams America X ReaderYou could hear him laughing in your closet, just waiting until you fell asleep to get you. Of course, finally it got too much and you screamed and ran to your big brother and jumped on him. He shot awake once you landed and soon had you in a hug but you quickly crawled behind him and grabbed a pillow.More Like This
“Dudette! What’s wrong?”
“The Joker is in my closet!!! Go kill him big brother!!! You’re the hero!!” He smiled then. You had been watching batman most of the day but he guessed that a few of the episodes got to you. You were scared to death.
“Alright, alright, your hero big brother will go deal with him alright? You got the pillow as a weapon right?” you nodded still scared but soon stood up, ready to fight or run away. Soon you watched him go into your room and Alfred opened your closet. The only thing that was laughing was your joker toy. He smiled then and soon just took out the batteries and put him back on the shelf. Just to calm you do
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Dear [Name] .::Songfic::.
(Old!America x Old!Reader)
The birds were signing, the sun was strong and standing proud in the bright blue afternoon sky. You were sitting in your garden, outside, on a very comfy, padded chair, and your husband, Alfred, was sitting right next to you, in a similar chair. Both of you were silent, listening to nature's sounds. Just like the day you first met.
"Dear [Name], do you remember, when you were young and very pretty?" asked the blonde, in a raspy voice, looking over at you.
"I do" you replied, in a raspy voice as well, looking back at him.
"I remember pleated skirts, black and white saddle shoes... Do you remember dancing that night?"
"That's right, Al. I do"
"I still think of you when we dance, although we can’t jitterbug as we did then..."
It was a warm night in nineteen forty-five. World War II had ended not so long ago, and the American soldiers from your hometo
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Oh. Heck. No.
Alfred F. Jones was not just being woken up by the doorbell at 2:00 in the morning. He was not about to just get out of bed and answer the door in this weather. Not when it was pouring rain.
Yet he did. Why, he was unsure. But he wasn't very happy to do so.
Groggily and angrily, he made his way over to the front door, opening it with a loud squeak. He'd have to fix those hinges later.
Cerulean blue eyes scanned his front porch, looking for the devil who woke him up at a ridiculous hour. Upon seeing no one, Alfred scowled deeply, about to go back to bed.
Until he hear a small wail below him.
He looked down, his eyes widening at what he saw.
Why. On EARTH. Was a baby, a freaking baby, at his doorstep, in the rain, at 2:00 in the morning.
Alfred looked around again, searching for someone, anyone, to come over and say something like, 'Oh that's ours. Thank you!'
But alas, not all dreams come true.
AmericaxLittle reader - Uncle AlfieThe little girl sat on a cushion at the dark wood dining table eating the most delicious pancakes the world had ever known. She watched her adoring father draw funny pictures using maple syrup, chuckling at her reaction when she clapped her chubby hands and giggled gleefully.More Like This
Mathew went to wash the sticky syrup off his hands in the kitchen when the door flew open with a thud. The Canadian bolted from the kitchen to protect his bundle of joy from the intruder only to find _____ shrieking with joy as his brother threw her in the air multiple times.
“Uncle Alfie! Uncle Alfie! Papa drew a maple leaf on my pancake with the syrup! Look! LOOK!” the little girl said once Alfred had stopped throwing her around. She wriggled out of his grip running over to the table and trying to get up onto the chair, much taller than her in comparison.
Alfred bounded over and lifted the girl up onto the chair where she could point at her plate excitedly. “LOOK! Papa is so clever! He even did
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There were very few times when Alfred didn't feel like a hero. This was one of them. His mother, his mother, the only girl he could truly describe as having loved wasn't here anymore.
Nothing left but a stupid letter.
What made her think that a piece of paper would make up for her death?
A sudden surge of anger welled up inside him, and he felt like tearing it up. But something stopped him. He looked at the sheet in his hands again, and immediately felt regret.
How could he have even considered destroying this?
Matthew would've tried to kill him, for sure, and his father would have probably finished the job. And Alfred would've helped them.
He still hadn't worked up the courage to read it.
Why was that? It was just a flipping letter.
He took a deep breath, unfolded the now slightly crinkled paper.
My Little Hero,
I know you'll be pouting right now, wishing that I'd left the 'little' out of there. But you'll always be the
Papa!AmericaXShy!Child!Reader ~RequestAttention Reader! This does not have to do with the series of Papa!America that I'm currently writing! It just happened that two people requested the same thing...you may precede...More Like This
America pulled into the parking space at the World Conference Center. He was running a little late today; for he had his daughter (f/n) with him. Her babysitter was sick and he was forced to bring her. She was his capital after all so she knew that everyone would be a country, city, or town inside the meeting.
Not that he didn't love to bring his little girl with him, it was just he never had too. And her being Washington DC, she wasn't a state or even part of one, she was a district. A seat of government was her main function. It was one of those weird happenings where there wasn't anyone that could raise or take care of her but him.
For a five year old, she was very quiet. She didn't fuss about anything so she only nodded when she was informed she would be
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of your amazing smile,
the way your eyes shine
of how absolutley
Of how easy
talking to you is.
You make me glow.
Only with you am I happy.
Would it be a stretch
to say I love you?
But then I remember
you'll never be mine.
I can't stand the thought
It makes my heart cringe.
You're so amazing.
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What if I held you like you were made of glass
And out of my dreams you would never pass
I'd like to think you'd know just what love is and was
Because in my arms I'd show how to really love and be loved
My world would be complete
If I could just lay at your feet
And tell you all that you mean to me
Oh how my heart and soul would be so free
I think a love like this would stand a chance
And be more than just a simple little romance
I would take you and hold and never let you go
I would never let this love grow cold if you'd only say so
My heart feels like a fire is waking from a dark cold slumber
And if you touched my chest you would certainly fall under
The spells of my love yes my love that's who you would be
Just say the word and I will be your everything
I'll even take the time to learn what makes your heart truly sing
I'll be your everything if you would swear upon all you hold dear
That you'll never fall out of love with me not once ever you hear
Cause with my love in yo
Lost DreamsI needed some comfort.More Like This
I needed to breathe.
Pain raptures through me.
And peace doesn't come.
Whispering voices speak to me
Telling me things that could never be.
Forming images that i wish could be...
A story that could never be told, exists between us now.
Lines that could never be said anymore, are pushed away now.
Gestures that we cant make towards each other now... disappears in the midnight air...
Love that should have been forever...Breaks into many pieces in my head.
Dreams that could never be made true...are painful cries that are deep wounds.
Comfort now evaporates at every word said...and I wish it could all go away.
And now it shames us both now.
That lies and cruelties exist in our "perfect" world.
And we are now full sorrow.
Weeping for the love we had before.
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I don't know if you are out there... But I'm giving this one last shot.
You know that boy? The one I've cried over, the one who stole my heart? Can you bring him back to me?
I think I'm worthy... that's for you to decide. Look into your heart, just like I'm looking into mine. I swear to you, I'll never sin again. I just want to see him love me again. I want to be his number one, he'll always be mine.
I'm on my knees, I've got the bible in my hand. Staring at the sky hoping you will hear me. My heart can't take it any longer. Give him back, or take me away. I don't want this pain any longer it's hard to go on. This burden is digging in deep. I want, No! Wait... I NEED to be loved by this boy. He's the one you have in my plan, I just know it! Please... can you return him to me?
Your games are absurd! This is really ticking me off! I've prayed quite a few times... I have even l
There's This Girl... "So I'm in love with this girl. She is everything that I like about people that I like Well she just is. I mean she's pretty hot and cute and pretty and cool No! There's more that just that. I'm not shallow! I man, she's very cute but she also likes the same songs as me. She has most of the same artists as me Art. That's where I met her Ok. I think it was about the fourth or third day of class. She just walked in, all cool like. She kinda just came in and handed the dude teacher a note and took a seat diagonal from me. She just looked so hot. She never spoke a word but she just drew me to her No, there's more! I mean, she really never spoke to me and I've never really heard her say anything, but I Really do like her..!I've told you! She's just really hot. All I knew is that when I see her my blood starts pumping, my heart gets fast and my stomach drops. That's love! And don't goMore Like This
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we like to hear things like 'you're beautiful' and
'i'd die without you' but deep inside we always know
you don't mean it.
and it just tears us apart slowly, no matter how much
we love those poisonous lies.
and when you ask 'are you okay?', we're going to
answer with 'i'm fine'. and you'll hear that
even if our bones are shattering inside of us and
our hands are trembling from all the hurt that we go through.
because we play our music too-loud-to-bear so that,
when we're all alone,
it chases away the thoughts that come with the silence:
things that haunt our nightmares and reasons why
we don't like to be alive.
we leave too many s p a c e s between our letters because
that's how we feel. all a.l.o.n.e.
and maybe you'll change that for a little while, but
in the end, it's all the same.
and we can connect with books and movies and music be
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when someone steals my breath
so I can't even speak.
I'll remember you
when the rain beats so hard
I can't hear myself think.
I'll remember you
when I see a careless smile
on a young girl's face.
I'll remember you
when my heart aches
in a lonely place.
I'll remember you
when the going gets rough
and no one's there for me.
I'll remember you
when I fruitlessly wish
for things that used to be.
I'll remember you
when I see someone smile
as they hide a sigh.
I'll remember you
when someone's surprised
at the word "goodbye."
I'll remember you
when another claims to be
my other half.
I'll remember you, darling...
I'll remember and laugh.
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You were dating Alfred for a few months and you were really very happy and you liked him very much, but things were a little weird between you and him. Alfred wouldn't touch you or hold you in any particular way. That made you feel isolated when you were around him, never being hugged and kisses were rare.
____________ Your house ___________
There was knocking on your door
"H-hello?" You said being a little timid
"Hey Baby!" Alfred showed his toothy grin
"Hey sweet heart, what brings you here?" You glanced at him while he fidgeted
"Oh Nothing really , just wanted to see my favorite girl!!" He smiled once again and you grinned
"Well don't be stranger silly! Come in!" You were about to hug him and he moved swiftly into the house
Taken aback from Alfred's movements you stood stunned "Why won't he touch me??" You say to yourself.
"Hey babe" You looked at him with lonely eyes "W-w-why won't yo-"
Alfred ran over and pushed a pillow in your face "What were you saying _____?"
To be a Hopeless RomanticLove is something that everyone in life is trying to obtain. Even those that build themselves up like a brick wall, all they truly need is someone to shine some light into their heart and set their souls free. Since everyone is trying to obtain it, it is probably the hardest thing in life to come by. True love is rarely seen now in our time. Divorce is the newest way to make some money. Affairs are all the rage to add some thrill to your relationships. Lust has now overpowered love. Money has blinded true beauty with greed. We all dream of the perfect love, but few, if any, will truly find life long happiness.More Like This
Though many believe they are hopeless romantics, not many are. Sure, many people say they enjoy long walks on the beach at sunset, candlelit dinners, stargazing with the love of your life, and making shapes out of the clouds, but not many people actually do it. They are just dreams not your true personality. You cannot say you enjoy soft rock music but conti
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I will shape your perception of me into something more defined.
The persuasion of attraction is a precise art and romance is a tool.
I have already begun engineering your idea of me because you see,
everything Ive ever told you is a
carefully crafted statement designed to elicit an expected reaction.
I cant forget the alluring whispers that beckon me to you.
Its the voice of music, of the kind that comes from small sentimental
music boxes with a pretty woman gracefully spinning into eternity.
Hesitant in case of altering, straight lines and corners slowly form.
Only when sure is something fixed into permanency to stand the test of time,
as one flaw will compromise the integrity of the entire structure.
(Thats why I dont use pick up lines, theyre too unpredictable).
Smile. I want to see you bring civilization down to its knees.
The end result is a perfect multifaceted prism, so that
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You hold back what would be a terribly loud and obnoxious laugh, closing the manga quickly. Tears stream down your face a little and you cover your mouth desperately. And once you calm down, you open the manga to that page again and nearly die of laughter once more. You hold it back, not wanting to wake up the rest of the house that was asleep at 12:07 AM.
Your eyes absorb the face of your favourite character of the whole manga series; America, from the infamous Axis Powers Hetalia. He wears the most ridiculous face ever in the panel that you can't help but stare at. And England disapprovingly pokes his head out from behind him in the form of a chibi.
Slowly, you peel your eyes away from that panel and move on to the next one, which is to the left. Reading the next text boxes, you hold back the threatening laughter again. Your eyes greedily move downward, onto the next panel, until you've reached the end of that chapter and are greeted by an adorable chibi Italy.
You close the
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You, and everyone else in the class, looked up from writing down notes to give your Theater teacher a confused look. You and the rest of the class were in the middle or writing down the notes on the chalk board until he randomly said that...
Leaning over to whisper in your ear, Alfred said, "Just who exactly is Mr.Crazy-Pants talking to?"
Shrugging, you said, "Dunno..."
Finally, a girl who sat a few seats down hesitantly raised her hand and asked, "Uh, sir? What are you talking about?"
Mr.Johnson grew a big smile, happy that someone finally asked, "Glad you asked, honey." Standing up from the swivel chair, he took some steps off the stage and said, "I love you dear, but I cannot marry you! It's a game!"
"Are we gonna play?" Alfred asked, excited about finally getting a chance to goof off in class.
"Yep!" He said before explaining the game. Apearantly, whoever went first was suppose to ask a person of their choice to marry them. With the strai
AmericaxReader : Horror Movie MarathonYou lightly knocked on the door to your best friends apartment, a bag from Circle K in each hand filled with many different chips and fattening sweets in them. You looked up at the sky. It was thick with gray clouds. You wondered if it was going to rain. "Alfy! Open!" You yelled after a minute, getting a bit impatient.More Like This
"What's the magic word?" You hear him call from inside.
You rolled your eyes, "Please?"
The door finally opened to reveal your annoying yet funny best friend. The blond smiled at you. "The word was actually soap, but I'll let you in for trying!"
You laughed as you walked in, "Thanks I guess." You placed the bags in the living room by the leather black couches. "So," You placed your arms on your hips and turned to him, "You made me get out of my comfort zone and forced me to buy all these fattening things with MY money. What's up?"
He grew a big smile. He walked over to the table in the kitchen and held up four movies. "Horror movie marathon !"
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Your small body collapsed on the ground in fatigue of the muscles and mind. It has only been a few years since you have been tossed into the mess of a war by your boss. As a child. A young little nation that couldn't fend for herself.
Sure, a nation would never even dream of harming a young nation but the troops were under the control of their bosses. The bosses were in control of the countries. They wouldn't think twice about attacking anyone trespassing on their land.
Digging your nails into the ground, you let tears spill as you tried to keep moving away. Branches snapped behind you, making you fear that an enemy was coming to defeat you.
The second a sandy blond-haired boy bustled out of the bushes, you screamed and covered your head. There wasn't much hope for you anymore, the thought suddenly brought sobs up.
"Hey, what's a little dudette doing out here?" His arms enveloped you, holding you uncertain as to what to do with you. You, on the other
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You screamed, opening your eyes quickly and gripping tightly onto the nation laying below you through the dark. They quickly woke up, enveloping you in a bug, warm hug. In fact, too big a hug to be Alfred.
"What is wrong little sunflower...?" A soft voice asked. You had seen this man, the tallest one in the room where Catterpillar-brows brought you in with platinum-blond hair.
"N-Nightmare..." You managed to say before sobs overcame your small body. The other Allies were at the mouth of the tent, feeling as if they were miles away from the crying little girl in Russia's arms.
He dared not ask why you were so upset and went to rubbing your back with a caring touch. "Don't worry little one. Mother Russia will be sure to protect you, da?"
His head cocked to the side in confusion,"Daddy? Do you mean Mr. Alfred?"
Resting your head on his chest, you nodded. "He had to keep watch outside for a little while. Why don't you jus
AmericaxReader: Horror Movies "I-I told you...I can get my own...!"More Like This
"Common, it's not gunna bite 'cha!" Alfred waved around the little, red spoonful of ice-cream in front of you.
Yesterday, you plainly agreed to go watch a movie with America, even though he would put on a horror movie. But when you came over, he was sitting on his couch with a small, red spoon in his mouth and a small-scale (and I mean small) tub of ice-cream in his hand. Apparently, Häagen-Dazs made these little things with a spoon built in on the top of the cap for maximum enjoyment.
He was eating some weird flavor called dulce de leche and he immediately picked up on your curiosity. Now, he sat there, trying to force you to eat from the spoon he's been eating off of.
Shoving the ice-cream away and trying to keep at a safe distance from him. It was a weird feeling you got around him recently, the feeling of seclusion you wanted whenever he got near. Maybe because you hated the feeling of your heart pounding
AmericaxReader: Sleep-Talking You rested your (h/c) head on America's shoulder gently. He insisted on you coming overnight to watch the 'Star Wars' marathon on TV but he didn't even make it through the second movie.More Like This
But sci-fi movies were cool with you, even if the person beside you had fallen asleep in the midst of it. The fourth movie was on and it was hilarious seeing the lame special-effects compared to the previous movie.
Turning slightly, you scanned America's face; he looked so peaceful, almost like a big child. Giggling a bit, a small blush ran across your cheeks and you rested on his shoulder again,"Hey America..."
He didn't budge. 'How deeply asleep is this guy?' You thought to yourself as you stood yourself up and went to the 'hero's' bedroom to grab a blanket. It was like stepping into the world of comic book heroes and red,white and blue.
Snatching a blanket, you walked tiredly down the halls in slippers, pajama pants and an oversized tee. Your (h/l)(h/c) hair was mes
AmericaxReader: By My Side "How am I supposed to tell her?" America sat there with his best friend England beside him,"I mean...she's probably really mad at me right now."More Like This
England sighed a bit in defeat. He had been at this for a few hours now.
You see, you and America have been best friends for as long as the two of you could remember. But only recetly, he had been having mixed feelings about you.
America went to England to ask him about help. And of course, England really had no idea about what to do or what to say.
Truthfully, America didn't know how he was feeling. It was so hard talking to you all of a sudden. He felt like his heart was soaring in the sky when he thought of looking into your (e/c) eyes, shinning brightly.
"England please! Help me!" He whined like a child once more,"Tell me what to say to her!"
England sighed a bit and grabbed his shoulder,"And you seriously call yourself a hero? You can't even talk to
AmericaxReader: Just For Her To Be Happy The snow was piled high around your home, shimmering in the moonlight above. Looking out the window, you sighed, holding your chest.More Like This
You were awaiting the arrival of your long-time friend America. England was expecting you at his home this year and unable to object, America expected you to come along.
That's how you found yourself thowing on a georgous red dress with gold embroidery running down the side. Fishnet stockings of jet black coloring ran down your legs to a pair of 3-inch heels. The heels were as red as the dress you wore and wrapped around your foot from the back but stayed below the ankle. Knowing the weather was extreamly cold, you had a red scarf wrapped around your kneck and gold gloves that went up to your elbows.
Makeup was also a must for tonight; mainly just bronzer, a bit of blush and lipstick covered over with a bit of gloss to make your lips shine. The lipstick you wore was an elegent red, not a dark red but a very
AlliesxChild!Reader: The Little Ally Pt. 3More Like This
As you came to, you expected Alfred's arms to be wrapped around you, your body on his with his stomach raising and dropping you. But rather than muscular arms and (a chubby) stomach, you were laying in a bed, someone's pencil-like arms around you.
People were talking silently in the room, probably only two people at least. Their voices were unfamiliar and hushed, as of trying to keep from awakening you. The second you opened your eyes, you realized you weren't in the same tent as you fell asleep in. Beside you lay a man, light-brown hair with a curl sticking from the side.
Pushing him away, you squeaked in fear. This must've woken him up, only his eyes didn't open. "Ve~ what's wrong little ragazza...? Are you feeling okay...?"
Holding yourself, loud sobs irrupted. The boy in front of you had no clue what to do, a panicked look on his face. "D-Daddy...! I-I want my d-daddy!"
The boy in front of you took you in his arms and hugged you,"
America XChubby Reader~ Cute and CuddlyCute and CuddlyMore Like This
I couldn't go to sleep so I picked one with America XD
"Jones likes me…" you said not believing it. Alfred Jones was an All American boy. You were just a chubby girl who was into anime, games, movies, music, world history, and cooking. Some would freak out on her if this was true like the head cheerleader. She'd make your life worst then it is now. You would say hell is a paradise after she's through with you.
"Really ______! He likes you! You are the girl next door to him. He says you're perfect." Lilli said smiling she was so cute she was one weakness to you.
"But I don't know him and don't tell me things about him. It will make me feel creepy." If learned anything about people it was by talking to them and your friends knew this and took it as a chance. "Then go talk to him or we will." Elizabeth said as you groaned.
"What should I ask him if he wants to hang out and play video ga
Hetalia x Demon! ReaderMore Like This
Hetalia x Demon! Reader
You landed on the roof of a house. Looking down at your prey, who did not
notice you yet. You plotted a plan, but you decided to just wing it. He was drunk and alone. The perfect prey.
You licked your lips. You jumped down on the concrete. As quietly as you could, you tackled him to the ground. He made a quiet yelp. He glanced up angrily at you. "W-wha-" he slurred. Too drunk to say full sentences. You just shushed him with your pointer finger.
You lick your lips. Your eyes turned a magneto pink and your canines grew a couple of inches. Your prey squirmed underneath your weight. He scowled then glanced back up at your face and winced in fear. "What are you?!"
"Shh, If you silence yourself then I will try to make this as painless as I can."
His eyes widened. "What are y-you g-oing to do to me?" You gave him a closed eye smile. "Don't worry..." you replied. You pressed your lips to his and used your tounge to open his mouth. 'Almost..
Hey, I Like You [America] BANG! BANGBANGBANG!More Like This
The shots rang out as Alfred cocked his shotgun, aimed, and hit the dummy figures with perfect accuracy. To his right, you stood, waiting your turn.
"Yo, you're almost as a good a shot as I am~" you called out over the ringing of the gunshots.
He flashed a winning smile, "Tch, it was I who taught you anyway. Let's have a face off!"
"I'll beat your ass," you said confidently, hefting your own gun to your shoulder. "Let's get this ON!"
You pressed the buttons to allow an onslaught of new dummies rise against Alfred. He took a breath, let the gun become one with him, an extension of his arm and began shooting. The score counter above pinged softly for every death-shot he made. He had killed all of them. A perfect full combo showed on the counter.
"Phew~ That was fun. You can't beat perfect," Alfred teased. "After all, the hero must have pe
america x reader why won't you be my friendMore Like This
i stood at the doors to my new school W academy i had been informed the day prior that i would receive a buddy who would help me get to places and give a me ‘friend’ to have on the first day the reason for the quotation marks is that i'm not the best with people and tend to be either totally irritated by them or i just don't share any common interests at least thats how it was at my old school and i'm certain it isn't going to change now taking a deep breath i pushed open the doors and went to the office where i would get my schedule and met my new ‘buddy’ “umm hi i’m the new student (y/n) (l/n)” i say shyly as i walk up to the desk “oh yes i have your schedule right here and i'm sure your buddy will be here any moment” and as if on cue a tall blonde boy comes through the door yelling “HAVE NO FEAR THE HERO IS HERE” and cue eye roll i’m stuck with this joker all week unless he ditches me before that which judging b
Birthday Wish AmericaxReaderAlfred was, to put it bluntly, a real moron. No matter what you tried, no matter how you hinted, he could never catch on to the fact that you had more than friendly feelings for him. Which was annoying for you because even just hinting at it was hard to do, so actually confessing wasn’t really much of an option; especially since you’d been friends with the man for almost half of your life.More Like This
But it looked like you didn’t have much of a choice anymore. Alfred was just way too dense to get anything else so your only option was to be blunt and say it straight out. And the more you thought about it, the less you had any idea as to how you were actually going to tell him. The only thing that you knew you were going to do was that you would tell him on his birthday. But you didn’t know how, or what time, or even where to do it! So, naturally, you were stressed out.
And of course your friends, who you were currently hanging out with, noticed.
“Mon cheri whatever is
AmericaxReader Never Been Kissed(Name) and Alfred had been friends for years. Since they were in grade school. Fifth grade, field trip, where for the first time in human history the teacher-oriented 'buddy-system' actually had worked out for the best. She had been a shy tomboy and he was a rough and tumble guy, they hit it off right away.More Like This
"I've never met a girl like you." A young Alfred said shocked that (Name) thought volcanoes were cool because they "exploded" too.
"Betcha never will again." She teased.
Boy was that ever the truth. As the years went on and they went through the usual trials of a multi-gendered friendship, it was proven time and time again that Alfred would never meet another girl like (Name). As they got older, most other girls got shallow and fashion/boy crazy, but (Name) still loved to read and play video games. She wasn't athletic enough for sports anymore, but she was still at all of Alfred's games. In the stands taking pictures for yearbook or herself. Through middle and high school she was al
America x Reader: Let Me Love YouIt looked perfect. Before you lay the most perfect, most gorgeous, most delicious looking hamburger in the universe. It was homemade, cooked to perfection, and perfectly stacked it had to be the most delicious thing you’d ever laid your eyes upon.More Like This
“__y/n__,” a low masculine voice called. You turned. Now the burger was the second most delicious thing you had laid your eyes upon. Alfred, your boyfriend, stood in the doorway to your shared apartment. It was clear he had just gotten out of the shower. His hair was a darker shade, damp with water, and little droplets would drip from it running down his chest and abs, making your mouth water more than the hamburger ever could. `He moved toward you with slow steps that built up suspense and your excitement as your eyes raked up and down his very-well sculpted body. He stopped in front of you while giving you a sexy smirk that was a drastic change from his usual bright and happy grin. He took your chin between h
Listen [America X Reader]"Hey [Name]!! Wait up!" A lively voice called from behind you.More Like This
You stopped on your tracks and sighed, waiting for the blonde to catch up. He was so annoying.
Finally arriving at your side, he panted and started to walk beside you. "So?" He said cheerfully, "How was your weekend, dudette?"
You sighed a 'meh' indicating that you weren't really interested in the topic, so he shrugged and left it. You both were silent until you got to school.
From outside, the school looked gloomy. Kids didn't talk, they just leaned on the walls and kept quiet. The sky wasn't blue, it was grey. Like it was going to rain, but really won't. It just left a mark that it wanted the day to be as gloomy as it is now.
Alfred was awfully quiet right now, but you didn't think it was a matter to be talked about. I mean. He's Alfred. The most popular and most lively boy in school. Why would he be gloomy. So, you left the topic for your mind to erase.
Before parting ways though, he asked you a qu
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America X Reader: You ARE My Captain America!
Alfred was so hyped up with excitement that he couldn’t wait till morning came. He couldn’t sleep at all. He moved his blue eyes over to the glowing red numbers of his bedside digital clock. The bright numbers read 4:39 AM.
Alfred sighed, his heart sinking. He really wanted to see his best friend (Name). She was his best friend because she was always there for him and did practically everything with the American. She was so pretty and her smile would always brighten up his day. Her sparkling (e/c) eyes always shone even when her days weren’t going the way she wanted them to. It made him smile to think about her (h/l) (h/c) glinting in the morning sun. She was the prettiest- no scratch that, the most beautiful woman he knew. He wanted to make her his, and his alone.
He sat up, not bothering to try to go to sleep again. He went and fixed himself a cup of coffee, then settling down on his couch and turning on Captain
GermanyxUN!Army!Reader- WoundedLudwig fell to the muddy ground, clutching his side. He lay there, vision beginning to blur around the edges. He felt something warm and wet seep through his fingers and saw something walking towards him.More Like This
He must have been seeing things…. It was a woman.
"Scheiße…" he whispered before his eyes rolled back in his head and he blacked out.
Ludwig awoke in a plain room, furnished only by his small bed and a little bedside table with a vase of wilted flowers sat upon it. He heard the sound of footsteps ringing on the hard stone floor and called out in German.
"Hier! Ich brauche etwas!"
A head poked around the corner, cold (e/c) eyes boring into him. "Yes?" The woman asked in harsh English.
"Wo bin ich?"
She sighed, "I don't speak German. If you need someone you does, I can get Dr. Heisen but that will take a minute. Now, I ask again: Yes?"
Ludwig narrowed his eyes, trying to recall his English lessons from back at the Academy. "Vhere…. Vhere am I?" he finally asked in halting, thickly a
Papa!SpainxLittle!ReaderxLittle!Romano Part OneYou were a little girl, walking around, you didn't really know where you were. You just woke up, and started walking around. It was night time, and it was pretty cloudy, it might start raining soon. And about ten minutes later, it did start raining, and you were only in a little dress. A few minutes later, you heard voices.More Like This
"Go faster idiot! The rain is cold!" A little boy said.
"I'm going as fast as I can Lovi!" Another voice said.
You looked over to where the voices were coming from, and seen a man carrying a little boy, they both had jackets on, but they didn't have an umbrellla.
The man was about to walk past you, but he looked over at you, "Why are you out here all alone?" He asked.
You looked up at him, "I don't know where I am..." You said.
Lovino looked at you, "What do you mean you don't know where you are?" He asked.
"I just don't know where I am.." You said.
The tall man picked you up, "I can bring you to my house, and we can find out where your parents are!" He smiled.
Wanted~ SpainXReaderWhat a day. Or at least, an afternoon. You had just gotten home from school, a place usually so boring and vile, that was now a generous amount more enjoyable. Why?More Like This
Because, dear reader, you had a boyfriend.
A brown haired, green eyed, beautiful boyfriend.
When you confessed to him that afternoon, you expected him to deny you. Instead, he flashed a bright smile and gave you a hug.
I like you too, ______. Would you like to go out with me? he had said, making you inwardly squeal. Then he took your hand in his, and slid a bracelet on your wrist. Keep it. he whispered, giving you another hug before you reluctantly got into your car.
Now you wished he was here. Fast forward six hours, and you're sitting on your couch, no one to talk to. Frankly, you were a bit depressed. You had just gotten off the phone with your friend (Friend name). She had invited your other friends (friend 2) and (boy name) over to hang out. The c
Revenge with a shower (SpainXReader)You squelched up to Antonio’s front door. Should I...? You thought numbly, your fist already raised. You barely had time to shake your head and turn away when suddenly the door swung open. Antonio frowned, worried as to why you were so soaked.More Like This
“Hi!” You said, trying to sound cheerful, but the hoarseness of your voice told him more than enough. “Come in, I’ll get you some towels.”
He left you dripping in his hallway for a moment, bending down to free your wet feet. “Thanks.” You murmured as Antonio wrapped several towels around you.
He took your hand and led you into his warm living where you sat gratefully on his sofa. “What happened?” He demanded, sitting down next to you and gazing at you with those concerned green eyes of his.
“You know my boyfriend had quite the reputation of a player right?” He nodded, not liking where this was going. You laughed hollowly, snuggling into the warmth of the towels.
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It was Friday and you waited patiently for your Spanish boyfriend, Antonio. Ever since he confessed his huge love to you, every Friday he would come to your house to spend every single bit of his time with you. You two would watch movies, cook and other entertaining stuffs. You loved the dark haired guy very much and you woud go on a killing rampage if some girl would stole him, but of course that was just a joke that you used to show your love.
You heard a knock on the door and went over to open it. It was Antonio with a very happy grin on his face. The way he smiled brighted your days and melted your heart on the plate of heaven.
"Hello there, mi amor!~" he said and kissed you sweet and soft on the lips, making you blush a light pink.
"Hi there, Tony. I thought you wouldn't come." you said with a smirk. He made a dramatic gasp and got on one of his knees.
"I would never do such thing. Leave the love of my life all alone on a beautiful Friday night." then he kissed you on the back of
Spain x Reader MineMore Like This
Spain x Reader
"Hey, Antonio, can I ask you a question?" you said, looking up at your husband of three years. You were sitting on a couch with your head in his lap, watching television.
"Hm? Sure, __________! Ask away~!" he replied, flashing you his signature smile.
You let out a small giggle. He was adorable.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" he brushed a strand of (h/l) (h/c) hair away from your face, and stroked your cheek.
"Of course I do," he said, with a soothing tone in his voice.
"It went like this:"
You were sitting in a warm lodge style café, searching through your large (f/c) messenger bag.
"Ugh! Where did I put the apartment address ." You mumbled, as your eyebrows pulled together in concer
Spain x Reader (Foreign Exchange Student)"Oh my gosh. ____! Look there!"More Like This
(Insert colour) eyes wandered to the direction your friend, Belle, was pointing to. You stopped dead in your tracks at the scene that held out before you.
There stood your ten-month long boyfriend, Antonio Carriedo, who was also the new foreign exchange student. He wasn't alone, yet not accompanied by his two friends, Gilbert and Francis. Instead, he was trapped in between five giggling girls, begging him for his attention. It wasn't that much of a surprise though; he was new, gorgeous, had a delicious Spanish accent and to top it off, possessed a contagiously cheerful personality.
However a major flaw in that wonderful personality of his was his obliviousness. He didn't even notice how these 'friendly' girls were getting a bit too intimate, which bothered you gravely. One was located at his left, playfully hitting his shoulder and toned back, laughing in a high-pitch tone while drawing her body closer and closer to his. The other on his right was flirti
Spain x Reader: To Be"AAARGH! I can't do it!" you wailed, closing your binder with a forceful slam. The grinning taco you had doodled on the front leered at you from the desk.More Like This
"Eh~? What's the problem, chica?" your friend Antonio asked, slinking over to your desk with a wide, silly smile spread over his own face.
You scowled, sticking out your lower lip and letting your breath escape in a frustrated huff. "I'm so failing this exam," you grumbled. You shoved your binder towards him, causing it to fall off the desk and land on the floor.
"What're you having trouble with? I can help~" he said with a wink. You rolled your eyes, but blushed a little despite yourself. It was no secret that your best friend's flirtatious ways left you flustered, no matter how platonic you insisted your relationship was. It was simply his personality, and it certainly wasn't a habit of his to curtail his dominant traits in order to prevent awkwardness. In some ways, he could be the very definition of awkward- at least for you.
New Beginnings- Spain x ReaderMore Like This
You sucked in a breath, glancing around the empty room. Every surface was completely covered in paint, splashes of (f/c) covering the plain walls. The paint had made it seem much more like a home, a place of your own, somewhere for just you and your family. Sure, you were only just starting, but this place already felt familiar. You smiled slightly, placing a hand over your face to shelter it from the sunlight bursting through the large window. It was perfect here; everything you had ever dreamed about in a home.
You chuckled slightly, deciding to award yourself a break. You'd been working all morning, the warm temperatures only making it harder; the loose t-shirt you were wearing had stuck to your skin with sweat and your head was buzzing. Yep, you decided, definitely time for a break. You stood up, taking one last long look at the room- you couldn't bring yourself to call it a nursery yet- before tapping your fingers slightly on the doorframe and leaving to find your husband.
Punk!England x Punk!Reader WingmanMore Like This
England x Reader
You gazed lazily around the room you were in with heavy-lidded (e/c) eyes. A surprisingly bland boudoir for a punk. You would know. You leaped furtively from your bed to scavenge for your clothing.
“There it is,” you said, as you slinked across the room and shimmied into your plaid (f/c) jeans.
You glanced at Arthur, who seemed much too angelic in his state of unconsciousness.
“He’s not half bad…..” you mumbled, picking-up your black tube top and sliding it on. He had piercing emerald eyes, and a sexy mess of blond locks.
“It wouldn’t kill him to pluck his brows, though.”
“What a pity,” you concluded aloud while sliding open his bedroom window. You were about to begin your descent from the fourth floor of the oversized manor, but you wanted to get one last look at him.
In the loudest voic
America x Reader ~Nearsighted~~Nearsighted~More Like This
“Alfred, I like you.”
The person who you had a crush on for nearly three years was standing right in front of you and staring at you. Before, you had only stolen glances at him from various points of your classrooms afraid that he or some other classmate might catch you looking at him. Alfred wasn’t a particularly smart student, but just to increase your chances of being in the same classes with him, you remained in preparatory courses instead of the honors and advanced courses your teachers and counselors had recommended. Now, after many years of watching him from afar, you finally summed up your courage and confronted your aching feelings and fears by saying the three simple yet critical words.
“Say what?” Alfred replied. You hadn’t been expecting something like that.
Did I say it too softly? you wondered. Your face was beet-red, but nevertheless, you decided to try again.
“I like you,” you repeated yourself in a sl
NorwayxReader-First DateRing ring ~ Ring ringMore Like This
You froze in the middle of your room, staring at your cellphone. You saw the picture of the caller on the screen and basically tackled the phone. You flipped the phone open and put it by your ear.
"H-hello, this is [Name] speaking!" You sang happily into the phone, pretending you didn't know who was on the other side.
"Ja... Good evening, elskling... It's Lukas," the soft-spoken voice said as monotonously as ever. "Lukas Bondevick...?"
"Oh! Hey! How you doin'?" You asked, turning over on your back and beginning to grin like an idiot.
"Fine," he sighed softly, "but there was I reason I called. I want to ask you something."
"Sure, go ahead!" You encouraged with a big, cheerful smile, waiting for him to break the silence.
"W-when will you be ready? I-I want you to spend the day with me," Lukas was nervous, you could hear it. Suddenly, the figurative butterflies in your stomach fluttered.
"L-like a... date?" You couldn't help but grin now.
"Y-yeah, a date. Text
Sick!NorwayxSick!Reader-Through Sickness and in..."Luuuuke! Why did you have to go?" You groaned.More Like This
Lukas was in Norway on a business trip and you were anxious for his return. You sat on the carpet, cross-legged and staring out the window. It was dark and it was cold but you didn't care.
You stepped outside and climbed onto the rocking chair on the porch. You hugged your knees against your chest as you stared into woods... waiting, until you fell asleep.
Lukas walked up the stairs as you coughed violently in your sleep.
"What kind of husband am I to make you so anxious," Lukas began, making his way over, "that you make yourself sick just by waiting for my return...?"
Lukas lifted you up into his arms, carrying you inside the house and to the bedroom upstairs.
"Elskede [Name]," he whispered softly in your ear, laying you down on the bed and pulling the blanket over you. "Why do you do this to me? You make me feel so... selfish. I can't take you to the hospital..."
Lukas sat beside you on the bed,
NorwayxReader-I'm All YoursYou stood face-to-face with your Norwegian groom (and best friend), looking up into his calm blue eyes with a shy smile. His short blond hair was pinned back by his Nordic Cross barrette and his lean body adorned a snazzy black tuxedo.More Like This
"I do," Lukas said as monotonously as ever but the emotion was all in his eyes as he looked down at you with a tender smile.
"I..." You looked up from the ground, feeling your heart pound violently in your chest, "...Do."
"Oui," the French priest looked your groom's way with a wink, "you may now French kiss ze bride! Onhonhonhon!"
Lukas leaned in with a slight smile and you stood on your tiptoes to meet him halfway.
I love you he mouthed before pressing his lips onto yours. You closed your eyes and melted into the kiss, instantly kissing back. Family and friends applauded and Lukas pulled his head away before things got more passionate.
Your family and friends cheered but it was Lukas' Nordic friends that cheered the loudest. Well, the Dane
Neko!Reader X Neko!2P!Germany SEQUELMore Like This
The two of you had reached your destination and you looked around awestruck with what you were seeing around you. It was the most gorgeous meadow you had ever seen in your kitty life, there were small wild flowers everywhere and soft grass to sun bathe in not to mention the lovely sound of calming silence giving the place a feeling of outer worldliness. You scampered out to the middle of the field and just soaked up the beauty of this amazing place, never wanting to leave.
2P!Germouser looked upon ____ with amusement and wonder as he watched her frolic through his safe haven, it seemed appropriate that ____ should be here seeing as she matched the beauty of the surroundings. Chuckling he trotted over to where she was and meowing "So you like it here _____?" She turned around and beamed up into his whiskered face and he felt his heart jump out of his furry chest, she was so cute he wanted to curl up and keep her here forever.
Neko!Reader X Neko!2P!GermanyMore Like This
"Mien gott, I'm bored" said a very gruff looking 2P!Germouser as he walked around the dull and soundless house. His friends in the Axis were to busy with their own kitty girlfriends to hang out with him anymore, he wanted to find himself his own kitty but every time he goes near any females the good ones run away and the trash sleazes on him. To be honest he was pretty lonely; no friends and his brother was in a constant state of depression leaving himself to his lonesome.
2P!Germouser exited his house and trotted down the street towards the spot where all the females meet up, hoping to snare one for himself today. He rounded the corner and peeked over to the spot where the females had gathered when a female captured his entire concentration as she trotted around the group. She had (h/c) fur that shone like the sun and (e/c) eyes that could put all the stars in the sky to shame, he couldn't look away from her and he instantly knew she was the on
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Arthur x Reader
You were at the school clinic, lying down on one of the beds with the robes covering your part. You were coming up with a migraine and the nurse left immediately, leaving an instruction that you would just lie down and wait.
The whole room was quiet and you hid yourself in the sheets, trying to go there deeper. You wanted to sleep. Even for just 10 minutes or so but apparently you weren't. Your thoughts started to drift away as you lay there in complete silence. And soon, you were in complete darkness.
~*~*~*~*~Le magical time skip~*~*~*~*~
You suddenly woke up with the noise of the door being shut closed with a bang. Your head started to throb all over again and you covered it with the pillow. "Ah god. Where's the nurse when you need here?" Your eyes went wide when you recognized that deep British accent. It was your long-time crush since you went to this institution: Arthur Kirkland.
You felt your face heat up when you realized that you two were the
Phantom!JapanxSinger!Reader: Phantom of the OperaIn sleep he sang to me in dreams he cameMore Like This
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
You hummed softly as you brushed out your _(h/c)_ locks gently. Today was the big day, the opening night for the play you were singing in. All the tickets had sold out and it was your first time singing in public. You were slightly nervous, but the strange dream you had last night was pushing that away. You could not remember falling asleep but you had.
In your dream, you were standing on your balcony singing, practicing the song you had to preform today. Suddenly another voice joined yours, deeper but beautiful all the same. A normal person would have stopped, but not you. You continued to sing as the voice became louder, closer. You turned to come face to face with the source of the voice. It was a beautiful young man, slightly taller than you were and he had jet-black hair. You could not see much of his face except for his chocolate brown eyes that watch
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"Kiku...! Kiku-kun!" You called as you ran towards said person. You held your hat with your hand as you securely held a strap of your gym bag while you ran, not wanting to be late.
"Ah, ___-San, Ohayo." Kiku bowed to you politely as you appeared in front of him, panting from running.
"Mo...Morning, Kiku." You Panted as you calmed yourself from what seemed a mile from running, or so you though. You then looked up at him and gave him a smile. "How are you?"
"Very hot actuarry." He said fanning himself with one of his hand fans. "Today is a very hot day." he said looking above to the blue sky, the blazing sun leaving no survivors.
"Yeah." You said, fanning yourself with your hand. "It's going to be really hot today. A perfect day for the beach!" you said as you gave a small excited jump.
"Hai." He agreed with you, grabbing his bag from the floor beside him.
You then looked on both sides to Kiku. You felt like someone, some people, were missing!
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You had just about enough of the stress for the day. Quiz after quiz, reports and projects to be submitted all on the same day.
Quite a student's life.
You didn't even want to be in that school anyway. True it was famous for its name and of the students who graduated there but all you wanted was a normal ideal high school life. Not the one full of Science and Mathematics and Technology that slowly makes the students forget about normal life and even freedom…
Taking a sigh, you swing back and forth on the simple child ride in the park. You missed being a child. Everything was so simple and no problems and…
A blush crept on your face when you saw the dark-haired Japanese man stare at you. "K-Kiku! What are you doing here?" You asked startled by his sudden appearance. He took the place beside you silently as your eyes followed his movement. "I was supposed to ask you the same thing. I was passing by here when I saw you all by yourself.
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Just a mild alert:
I might make Norway a little out of character here so I'm really sorry about that. –bows down apologetically-
The doorbell rang the moment you released your hold. You stood in front of a rather large mansion owned by your supposedly partner for your school project, Lukas Bondevik. It's not like you can escape being his partner. You two were the last pair of individuals left in the classroom at that time and you can get what happened next.
Ding dong! Ding dong!
You've been outside the house for a good ten minutes already and no one from inside cared to answer the door. "Lukas! Answer the door now!" You shouted banging the door three times. Still no answer. "Whatever! I'll be doing the project on my own! INDIVIDUALLY!" You emphasized the last word before turning around to leave until you heard the door open "Finally, I wa—Oh, hi Emil." The silver-haired boy stood at the doorway with an annoyed express