xX-Comment and I will~-Xx1. Tell you what mythological creature you remind me of.More Like This
2. Tell you a color you remind me of.
3. Tell you what flavor/smell you remind me of.
4. Tell you what element you remind me of.
5. Ask you a question, and you must answer. You MUST!
6. Tell you something I like about you.
7. Give you a nickname. Whether you like it or not.
8. Tell you the object that is to the left or right of of me.
9. Dare you to post this in your journal.
The Fates (ScotlandXReader)You watched, enraptured by the wave of grass that floated to and fro in the steady breeze that swept your hair from your forehead in dizzying patters. Small, fluffy pieces of pollen swerved past you, lurching out of your reaching hand’s way.More Like This
A soft laugh escaped your lips at your failed attempt to catch the things, a warm and pleasant feeling spreading throughout your body as you basked in the rare sunlight.
A shadow fell over you so you tilted your head back to see who it was. You smiled softly at the young blonde princeling, wondering why he’d come to where you were seating on the light incline of the hill. His brothers were bullying him again, no doubt he was seeking refuge from their teasing. You were surprised that young prince Arthur hadn’t snapped yet.
Something niggled the back of your mind now that you saw him and you tried to recall what it was. It was something to do with a promise Arthur had made, but you simply couldn’t remember what it was.
Prize! ScotlandxReaderScotlandxReaderMore Like This
Your heels pinched with every step. It was horrible, but a feeling you had to deal with.
With the war still raging on in Europe and the Pacific, rubber and leather were needed for the soldiers. You had been wearing this pair since before America had decided to join the war full force.
As if having nearly everything rationed, another bothersome problem had decided to rear it's ugly head. Your father had made a sudden and totally unpredictable decision to move to Wisconsin.
You had nothing against the state or it's people. You just had a huge grudge against your father, who seemed not to care that you were old enough (nearly), to make your own decisions.
Your father had also made the decision that you were old enough to get a job. You had no idea what he had in mind and really hoped you weren't going to help out with farm chores, or sit at a desk typing letters.
So here you were, walking down a dirt path towards
Francexreader- DrunkFrancexReaderMore Like This
The doorbell wouldn't stop ringing.
You pulled your pillow over your head. There was no way you were going to answer it.
The doorbell stopped. For a few minutes it was silent. You let out a little sigh of relief.
Whoever it was started pounding on the door.
Getting up, you grabbed a can of pepper spray. But you knew you wouldn't need it.
You had a pretty good idea who it was. He always came around this time of night.
Opening the front door, you stepped back as a familiar figure stumbled in, wine on his breath.
"What do you want Francis?"
The Frenchman grinned, his cerulean blue eyes slightly glazed over. You raised and eyebrow at his crumpled shirt and the mud staining the hem of his pant legs.
"How drunk are you?" You tapped the pepper spray can against your leg.
Francis just stood there, grinning. He had a bright red mark on his cheek and a scratch near his left eye.
You scowled. "How many bottles did you drink?"
Grumpy Sleeper (England x Reader)More Like This
Grumpy Sleeper (England x Reader)
Warning Cheeky brit ahead! Hope you Enjoy it :3
You couldn't decide whether or not it was sad or adorable, the fact that the grumpy brit was also a grumpy sleeper. Like seriously did this guy ever smile unless it was for a cup of tea, his magical ‘Friends’ or if he was drunk?
You were on your way back to England after visiting Alfred in America and were on a plane with only a few people on it- curtsey of Alfred and his government. Arthur was snuggled up into a blanket with headphones on next to you fast asleep, his face was quite adorable all scrunched up in annoyance as if he had just bumped into Francis.
His bushy brows kept twitching every so often and the occasional sleepy slur would pass through his smooth lips as if he was grumbling to himself. You giggled quietly as he mumbled in his sleep
ScotlandxReader: KiltMore Like This
Ah, the school cultural festival. Hetalia Gakuen was famous for it. Every year, there was a huge fair on the front lawn, with booths and stands and stalls with games, food, and shopping from practically every country in the world. Even better: the Culture Dress-Up. Since there were students from nearly every country, this is what you had to do. Ask a friend who had a different nationality if you could wear an outfit from their culture.
That's why you were standing there in a hanbok (which is Korean), eating a slice of black forest cake (which was German), looking for your friends (who were all over the place). Actually, you were looking for one friend in particular. Your Scottish friend, Ian. Ian Kirkland was the older brother of your frenemy Arthur Kirkland. He was a hell of a lot nicer to you than Arthur was, and a lot funnier too. Not to mention...SEXEH GINGER. Th
Some Not So Good Decisions [Scotland x Reader]More Like This
“Date night?” you cooed, wrapping your arms around Alistair’s neck as you entered the kitchen. “We’ll go out, and I’ll wear that sexy little dress you love so much, and I’ll get to see you burn with jealousy at all the guys vying for my attention.”
He chuckled, kissing your lips sweetly. “No’ tonigh’, dear. We’re goin’ over ta Alfred’s house, mind? For his…football party, or whatever.”
“Superbowl…? You know that’s American football, right?”
“Aye, but it’s still a party. There’ll be free food and free booze. Ah think that’s enough fer me,” he said. “You don’ have tae go if ya don’ wan’.”
Your lips puckered in thought. “Well, I suppose I do have to. Someone’s gotta drive your drunk butt home later. Why did Al invite you, anyway?”
“Ere ya kiddin’? Man’s got a serious accent
Counting sheep Scotland x reader(Author's note: Sorry for Scotland's accent. It sucks, and sorry to my Scottish friends out there)More Like This
"Ye didn't." Scotland shook his head in denial as you told your story.
"Now where would i be able to pull a story like that if it didn't happen?" You confirmed with a nod, brushing your (h/c) locks out of the way of your eyes. The two of you were drunk off your ass in the Kirkland house, with Alistair, also known as Scotland, pulling bottle after bottle of alcohol from god-knows-where. You were currently telling him the story of when you took Russia's vodka, and Russia hadn't noticed for a month.
"Maybe the Baltics took it, and yer claimin' ye did it." Scotland shook his head, refusing to believe your story.
"Then how would i know who took the vodka if i didn't know?" you replied, taking another drink of the provided (favorite drink). You'd always had a talent for holding your alcohol. Three bottles in and you were still just
Valentine's Challenge|Scotland|KissMore Like This
"What a weekend this is turning out to be," you said to yourself, brushing some snow from a park bench before plopping down and dropping your purse between your feet. You put your travel bag at your side and rubbed your sore shoulders before sitting back and letting your head fall. You stared up at the cold, grey sky.
"It's not all that bad, lass, it's barely just gotten started," came a heavily accented voice from your right and you rolled your head to the side to stare at the man who had spoken to you. The first thing you noticed was his shock of red hair, wild from the wind and how it brought out the pale freckles on his face. His eyes were green, and his face handsome, in a different way than you were used to, with a strong jaw line and high cheekbones.
"You're right," you said, sighing and just returning your gaze back to the sky. "It's not like it could get any worse from this point, so..." you waved a hand and let the sentence fall. The man chuckled at that and pulled a cigarett
Gayness Overload. Scotland x ReaderMore Like This
A/n: This is somewhat of a crackfic, but just as a quick note: I don't mean to offend anyone with this, and I have nothing against Scotland and it's people, i swear! This kinda makes fun at them, but i juts made it for shits and giggles. Don't like, don't read. And i don't know how to sound out a bagpipe so be prepared for horrible onomatopoeia! Oh yeah, also some swearing.
You slowly creeped down the hallway and peered around the corner, only to see Allistor sitting at the table drinking his whiskey and smoking a cigar, as he does every night. Unfortunately for him, you had been screwing around on the computer an hour ago and did some research on his country, and boy, did you find some hilarious stuff!
He had always been playing tricks on you so you decided payback was the perfect way to get even. And you had the "ultimate" plan. So, using the almighty all-knowing google, you decided to fuck with him tonight. You just hoped he would get too mad.. like that on
I'm Gonna Be [Scotland x Reader]He threw away his cigarette butt together with the pack that he recently bought at a convenience store somewhere in Glasgow.More Like This
You saw him walking towards your direction. You flashed him a smile and he felt his heart thump.
“Bloody hell.” He told himself.
It was now or never.
You met Allistor online. You were in search of new pen pals since the ones you wrote to, never reply back.
Though you two didn’t write snail mail to one another, you two talk almost everyday.
After two years, you decided to surprise him in London.
“I’m going to London.” You called him.
“When?” He asked. He was on a break from working at a pub.
“Tonight.” You giggled. You were actually at the airport.
“What?!” He almost broke the glass he was holding. He wanted you to stay with him but he was at Glasglow and you were based in London.
“Relax. I’m going to stay somewhere in your city sometime.” You smiled. “I’m having
If I die Young ReaderxPrussiaIf I die young, bury me in satinMore Like This
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Uh oh, uh oh
The sun shown brightly through the window into the light pink room. How unfitting for the day. You sobbed on the floor holding your five month old baby girl close to you. Your precious baby girl gone along with her albino father Gilbert who had left the day before the death of your child. You never thought you would be one of the unfortunate ones whose child was murdered in a robbery right after her father left. Picking up her pink satin baby blanket you wrapped your dead bundle of joy up in it to be buried. You loved your child. She had looked so much like her father. Hugging the dead body close to your own you cried yourself to sleep thinking about how you would never be able to personally know your daughter. You wouldn’t see her get married, graduate, go on her first date, first dance, first steps, first words...
Lord make me
DEMO 2.05 I got it done and yes it is up now! You can download it here!More Like This
DO NOT TAKE ANYTHING OUT OF THE FILE AFTER YOU EXTRACT THE FILES
YOU ARE NOT ALLOW TO USE THE AUDIO IN THE GAME TO USE FOR YOUR OWN (The HetaOni music can be found anywhere [;) (Wink)] )
NO SPOILERS IN THE COMMENTS PLZ
YOU CAN MAKE A LET`S PLAY FOR THIS GAME AS LONG YOU GIVE US CREDIT
!!AND A WARNING TO ANYBODY IF I CATCH ANYONE USING THE DATA FROM THE GAME TO USE FOR THERE OWN,THE PROJECT WILL BE SHUT DOWN!!
WOW! Over two years from starting this group!It has been over 2 years now that I have started this group. I would like to take the time to reflect a little, and ask for you to bare with me on this reflection. I started all fakemon games, groups and whatnot, like most fakemon creators I know, with the starters. I first needed something unique, and interesting. Something I would like to work on, and still be happy with them a year, five years, and even ten years later. I decided to create the starters in the images of cute, tough, and friendly pokemon. Who doesnt like that? I would want animals I would like to have myself. I didn't follow the usual basis, with reptile/zodiac/and water creature for starters. Frankly, because I never saw that connection before, plus Nintendo has stopped that since gen VI. So I created a grass fox, a fire tiger, and a water dolphin. Luckily for me the fire tiger actually worked out. I got a little sass over my choice of grass starter, but for all those that didn't like it, but didn't think much of it,More Like This