Rich!Snob!FranceXUgly!Reader The Voice Ch.4The Voice Behind The Screen Chapter 4
You and Francis met like that in the ballroom every week. Sometimes you would talk, sometimes you would kiss, and sometimes you would just enjoy each other's company. One week however, Madame O'Reilly announced that the grand ball would be held that following week.
The night after the announcement (Which also happened to be a meeting night) you slipped out of your bed and went down to the grand ballroom. Francis joined you a moment later. You wanted to tell him about the grand ball, but he beat you to it. "(Name)...I saw a flyer outside advertising zhat zhe song parlor would be 'aving a grand ball. Is zhis true?" he asked. You nodded. "It's a going to be a masquerade ball." You repeated what Madame O'Reilly told everyone, a slight hint of whimsy entering your voice. "Everyone will be wearing masks, and some of our richest and most powerful customers will be attending. It's going to be
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"I don't want to get up." You mumbled into Switsy's chest as you held onto him tighter. The two of you still lay on the floor from you and your major glompage of Switzerland.
"W-well, then we can't go on the d-date!" He stuttered. If only you could see his blushing face right now. He seen that your position looked very wrong...and the aquamarine frilled skirt that you were wearing was climbing up just a bit too much than it was supposed to. The Swiss man could get a really GOOD view of just the bottom rim of your yellow underwear. Oh, how you hated to wear shorts under your skirts and oh how Switzerland was a closet pervert.
Yes, Switzerland was a closet pervert. Kinda like Germany but all Switsy had were dirty magazines. How unexpected of him. Good thing that you didn't know this and that he could keep it under control.
"Date?" You said as you sat straight up, still mounting him. "Where? Will there be more Swiss chocolate?" Your eyes glittered as you thought of it. Oh how you loved Sw
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"Gah! Where is it?!" You said loudly as you search your room, tearing apart everything.
You pulled the blankets off your bed, as well as the sheets. You lifted your mattress so that now it was standing sideways leaning against the wall. All of your shoes were barfed out around the opening to the closet you shared with your boyfriend. Where could it have gone?
Your room was a mess from your search. It looked like a tornado blew in through the window and threw all of your belongings in every direction imaginable. You sighed.
I had better clean this mess up before he comes home, you thought.
You know the saying speak of the devil and the devil shall appear? Yeah, well, it never fails to put you in bad situations.
You heard the front door open and close, and your boyfriend's voice call out for you.
"(Name)! I'm home, my little sunflower!" He called.
"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I can't let him see this mess! He'll be so mad at me!" You silently scream. "Maybe I can keep him from coming in here
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England hadn't noticed you yet. He was looking out the window. But then he saw your reflection. He turned to look at you as if believe you weren’t really there, that you were just a figment of his imagination. His emerald green eyes glimmered with unmasked hope. You swallowed and took the seat next to him, unconsciously moving to the far side of the seat.
"Well, this really is a happy accident." Hungary said.
"Totally dude." America said and looked at you. "Right (name)?"
You side glanced at England. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, just staring out the window again. You sighed and looked at the table.
"Yeah. Totally." You muttered.
Before the waitress came by, the old woman who brought you to the table, America and Hungary sat chatting with each other. They tried to pull you and England into the conversation, but every time the boy of you would give short, one worded answers.
When the lady came by, you each ordered ice cream, you got the same as last time, Ame
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“‘YOU ARE MINE NOW,’” you whispered in horror.
You turned and ran out of the white building. By then, Arthur, Yao, Ivan, and Ludwig were up with Matthew, and all of them were eating pancakes.
“What’s wrong, love?” the Englishman asked, looking concerned.
“You look as pale as a sheet, aru,” the Chinese man added.
The German nodded in agreement, looking grave while the Canadian’s violet eyes were flooded with worry.
“Da. Did something happen?” the Russian inquired, setting down his plate.
At this point, you were trying to kick Feliciano, Alfred, and Francis awake.
“WAKE UP YOU LAZY ASSES!” you yelled before doing a quick headcount. “Where’s Kiku?”
“I am here,” the Japanese man said, coming out of the building, fully dressed.
You sighed in relief. Kiku had a mild, questioning look on his face, and the other men who were awake shrugged in response.
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"Great..." you sighed as you entered the halls of your school. Walking upstairs, you slipped, dropping your books on the floor. Before anyone could notice you immediately got your books back, running to the comfort room. "F*ck!" you cursed under your breath, after fixing your hair and clothes you went to class.
"E-EHEM" Your moderator crossed her arms, asking "Where's your ID, Miss (last name)?", 'Aaaand she noticed' you thought. Right, it was Monday, and you'd usually rush in the morning during Mondays "I was in a hurry this morning, so i forgot...", no wonder you felt naked. "Well then go get your temporary ID" she commanded.
*At the YLC Office*
You preferred asking a temporary ID from the year level coordinator rather than the prefect, it was more... 'safe', since you've known the prefecture to be giving punishments more. And the year level coordinator was a lovely old woman, she was pretty sweet. "Are you done filling the record book, dear?" she asked, "Yes" i nodded. "This has bee
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Hetaliaxreader Sleepover Part 4
You have walked in the basement for 20 minutes now. Why was Als basement so big?! It was an awkward silence. You wanted to break it but how?
"Um..Al when are we there?" You asked.
"I don't know" Al said.
"What the bloody hell do you mean you don't know?! Don't you know where the breaker is?" Artie said annoyed.
"No I have never needed to go down here before" Al said.
Everyone sighed typical Al. You have been walking in a big dark corridor and you didn't like the narrow spaces. You took a deep breath to calm down.
"(Name)-san are you ok?" Kiku asked.
"Yes I'm fine I just don't like this narrow corridor" You said, Kiku nodded.
"Ve I hope that there's no ghosts here" Feli said.
"Don't be childish ghosts doesn't exsist aru" Yao said.
"Of course they do!" Both you and Artie said (yes you beleieve in ghosts here because I do xD)
"Ghosts doesn't exists only deamons da" Ivan said.
"You are all paranoid because of (Names) ghost story" Luddie said.
"Maybe it was c
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HetaliaXreader Sleepover Part 1
You were sitting on your sofa and watched TV on a saturday. You were very bored out of boredom until your mobile phone rang.
"Hello" You answered
"s'up dudette I'm like totally going to have a sleep over party!! And you are like totally invited" Shouted a loud american. More known as Alfred f. Jones. He was one of your best friends.
"Hello Al! Yeah sure I'd love to" You said with a smile. You liked when Alfred hosted parties because he was one of the few who really wanted to keep contact with everyone else.
"That's totally awsome! Be here at 7 o'clock today this afternoon and like totally don't forget to bring a sleeping bag" "It's after all a sleep over see ya later" Alfred said.
"Wait! I'm not going to be the only girl right?" You asked. Sure you liked your friends but sleeping in a room with only boys maked you feel uncomfortable. Even though they respected you as the only girl.
"Eh...Oh gotta go Mattew wants me to help him to screw a lightbulb!
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Warning: Minor language
Chapter 04: No Lovers Allowed
Francis just gave you another pleading look. God, it's so annoying. You just had to lead him back to his room. Whatever he meant, you'll be watching this 'show' of his. And at the moment you entered, your eyes quickly darted to the window, having the perfect view. No wonder why Francis wanted it so bad. That bloody git.
You quickly grabbed your phone.
You were tired. It's not like you do any of this like the usual. You've never kissed anyone like that. You've never imagined yourself for doing something like that non-stop, almost for non-stop. There was no reason to deny anything. You had feelings for him- you love him, but the question was, 'Does he love you?'
Damn it all. Since when did you become so in love like--? You facepalmed.
You looked over to your side, seeing Lukas- who was tired and somewhat, sleepy. He looked at you and smiled. Those smiles take your breath away.
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I walked down the hallways of the castle, calling Ludwig’s name. It was past his bedtime, and he wasn’t in bed yet.
Ludwig is always so well behaved. He’s always in his room by his bedtime. Our routine is for me to walk in, where he’ll be sitting on his bed. I’ll tuck him in, talk to him for a few minutes, and then I’ll leave him to sleep. This is what we’ve done every night for a long time.
This is the first night he’s ever been late to bed.
I’ve walked through every hallway in the castle, except the hallway (Reader Name)’s room is on.
As I started to walk towards that corridor, I suddenly saw Ludwig running out of that hallway coming towards me.
“Big bruder, I’m sorry I’m late for bed. I was thirsty, so I went to the kitchen to get some water.”
I knew Ludwig was lying. He had just left the corridor opposite from where the kitchen is located
italy and the death note ch.2Italy ran down the stairs as fast as he could. When he reached the bottom he saw Romano laying on the ground clutching his chest.More Like This
“Romano!” Italy yelled, kneeling next to his brother.
Romano didn’t say anything; instead he lay there limp on the ground. Italy started to panic and ran over to the table beside the couch and grabbed the phone. Because he was so freaked out, he had to dial the number twice before he got it right.
“Yes Italy?” Austria said on the other line.
“Austria come quick! Something happened to Romano!”
“Calm down Italy,” Austria said, a little more concerned now. “What happened to Romano?”
“I don’t know!” Italy screamed, clearly panicking.
He hung up the phone and went over to Romano again. There was a small pool of blood under his brother where he fell on the wine bottle when he collapsed. Italy hated the look of blood. He was so scared that the tears running down his face were dampen
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Satisfied, Italy put on some boxers with pictures of dancing pasta on them and went to Germany’s library. He wandered around the room for a while looking at the shelves until he found a book about war strategy that Germany’s boss wrote during the First World War. He knew he had to be careful now if he didn’t want anyone to notice what he was doing. He couldn’t just keep killing anyone who found out about what he was doing.
Or could he?
After a little while he heard Germany close the front door. He closed the book, put it back where he found it, and walked down the stairs. Germany had plopped down on the couch. His skin was paler than usual, the way it looks when he’s really stressed. He looked up to Italy across the room.
“Come sit down, Italy,” he said, motioning for Italy to sit on the couch next to him.
Italy crossed over and sat down next to the German.
“We need to hav
italy and the death note ch.5Quietly slinking back to the room, Italy put the death note back in his bag and crawled into bed next to the younger boy. It had been a very long and stressful day, and he really needed some sleep.More Like This
Of course, sleep wasn’t that nice. Just a couple of hours back he had been the sweet and innocent child everyone looked after. Now he was a coldblooded killer. And really, he didn’t care. Even so, his sleep was filled with nightmares. Spain and Romano coming back to hurt him. Japan leaving some sort of message to tell everyone what had happened. Even Denmark trying to hurt him instead of young Iceland. By the time he was woken up, he was in the floor from where he rolled out of bed from all the turning he did in his sleep.
“Boys!” Norway called from the bedroom door, not seeing anything strange about Iceland not sleeping in his own bed.
“What time is it?” Iceland asked groggily.
“It’s a little past 8. Italy, Germany is coming to pick you up in
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When he was younger, Italy used to tell Hungary everything. Well, almost everything. Whenever Romano hurt him, he would call Hungary. He would tell her he was clumsy and got hurt, and she would cover him in some makeup so that he would have to explain to people how he managed to trip over a Lego and fall down the stairs for instance.
This time though, he told her what happened. He told her EVERYTHING that had EVER happened. Hungary was really angry on the phone, but now she just looked sad as she fixed up the burn on his face. Italy didn’t want to make Hungary sad, but he didn’t think he could handle this anymore. Not wanting to look at her sad face, Italy let his eyes wander around the room. Eventually, his eyes landed on Hungary's hands which were split open and covered in blood.
“Hungary…What happened to your hand?” Italy asked.
Hungary looked down at her hand like she just noticed that it w
BTTxAngel!ReaderThe BTT strolled along, laughing loudly at Gilbert’s story. The evening was cool and still, a nice contrast to that day’s hot sun. Stars sparkled in the sky, and the moon hung close to the earth.More Like This
There was a blinding flash of light that reached out into the surrounding forest, and the three men shielded their eyes. Wind roared over them, and then, everything was sucked back and a column of white light shot into the sky.
Gilbert was the first to recover from the blast, and he eagerly pulled his friends towards the light. Francis and Toni exchanged glances, but didn’t fight Gilbert. The three ran, the light fast approaching. Francis reached out and grabbed Gilbert’s jacket as he almost plummeted, head first, into a crater.
The trio stood, mouths agape, looking at the crater. Scorch marks lined the crater, and light shone upwards from its center. Suddenly, the light ceased, pitching them all into darkness. The men blinked, trying to get rid of
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“Why won't you just go to him and tell him your feelings, (name)?”
“Liz!” the (h/c) haired, (e/c) eyed girl exclaimed, looking at her Hungarian friend with wide eyes. “I can't!”
While the Hungarian girl noticed her friend's crush, Arthur Kirkland standing near, the shy girl didn't.
“He won't kill you!”
“But I am too embarrassed! What if-”
“No, what if's, (name)!” her brunette friend reprimanded. “You even wrote a song about him, didn't you?”
“... how do you know?”
Elizabeta grinned smugly.
Arthur all the while 'accidentally' eavesdropped on their conversation. He had a major crush on the shy (name) and couldn't help himself but try and be near her whenever he could. Just as now, standing in the park of the hotel where most countries where currently staying because of the conference. And that they were speaking of (name)'s crush did not help his curiosity in the least, it only made him jealou
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It was all a joke. I was so stupid to have trusted him. I gave my love and he didn’t give it any importance. It hurts so much. So this is what it feels to be betrayed, rejected and heartbroken.
I forced myself not to cry because if I did, I would ruin my makeup that was put on by my aunt for an hour.
Tonight was a big night because the prom is taking place and it’s also this time that I broke up with my boyfriend, Alfred F. Jones but I recently found out that he was just playing with my feelings and it broke my heart into pieces.
I was such an idiot to believe those words he told me.
No, I have to get him off of my mind and focus on what’s in front of me. I took another deep breath, gripping the hem of my cocktail then went inside where I was greeted by the one in charge of preparing tonight’s event. She gave me a gate pass and I handed it to the security guard. I walked in but I stumbled forward because someone bumped me.
I whipped my head and instead of tellin
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(Happy New Year Babe!)
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!" the people of your home town shouted to the top of their lungs.
Cheering and lighting up sparkles, waving them in mid air. Then a BOOM made you jump in surprise. It was the fireworks, they started to light them up.
How you wish you could get out and join in the fun but you were too afraid because there were so many gangsters and drunks out in the open and you didn't want to get hurt.
But you really wanted was HIM. You wish that he was here with you, holding you in his strong arms and watching the fireworks together behind the window and enjoying its majestic lights how it burst out sparkles in the night sky.
You sighed leaving the balcony and going to your bedroom sulking.
"Happy 2013!!!!!!!!!!!" you could hear the speakers voice from here. There were holding the event on the main plaza and it was just a few blocks away. You could also hear the peoples cheer and shouts.
You were about to close your window to lessen the noise so that
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It was Christmas Eve and as usual, you were alone…again.
This always happens to you every year. You wished and hoped for someone to be there and accompany you all the time. But, all the people you knew were all busy.
Sighing, you went to your living room with a blanket draping on your shoulders to keep yourself warm from the cold Christmas and a hot chocolate to keep your temperature high.
You carefully set the mug on the coffee table in front of you then plopped down on the couch behind you, hugging your knees and resting your head on your knee caps.
You didn't have much to do other than staring at the crackling fire to your side. You felt cold. Not the kind of cold you feel on the weather, the kind of cold that you feel when you are alone, lonely and depressed. You thought you'd be used to this by now.
Suddenly a knock on your door snapped you out of your trance.
You stand up letting your blanket fall on the floor then going over to the door, opening it.
You were surprised
Christmas Luck Canada x reader Matthew better known as Canada sat on a bench waiting for the bus to arrive.More Like This
“Hi, who are you?” asked a girl walking toward him.
His eyes lit up did someone actually see him? Then he realized she was talking to a boy walking the other way. They met right in front of Matthew and then walked off together.
Matthew’s bus pulled up but the bus driver didn’t see anyone at the stop so he kept on driving.
There was no way this day could get any worse. At that moment car drove by splashing muddy slush, which littered the edges of the road, up and over the curb covering Matthew in the soupy snow mess.
Sighing he decided by the time the next bus was planed to come it would be late at night , so he would walk home instead. On the way home it started to snow. Matthew loved snow but on this chilly December night he just wanted to be home by a blazing fire. After 45 long minutes, Matthew finally arrived ho
CanadaxReader: Set Us Up!I just had to be the shy type. I admired the boy from afar as he sat underneath the large maple tree in the park. Matthew Williams was his name. He was somewhat of a scrawny guy with blonde hair and indigo eyes. He had an interesting curl in his bangs that was always covering a little bit of his face. While I admired him, I felt bad for him at the same time. I watched about five people trip or step on him as he tried his hardest to just relax. It seemed as if nobody ever noticed him. I wanted to walk over and say hello. I wanted to think that it would brighten up his day.More Like This
But nope. I was way too shy.
Later on that evening, I was spending the evening having a "girl's night in" with my friend, Morgan. We weren't much of the large party types, so if we ever hung out, it was at either one of our apartments watching movies and scarfing down popcorn. That night, she came over to my place carrying a plastic bag that was possibly over its capacity.
"_______!" she e
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When you got to the hospital the scene was pretty chaotic, similar to what you had seen in television shows. You didn't let go of Raivis' hand though, and then you felt a slight squeeze, you had to keep up with the medics and it made it hard to look at his face, but you were sure you felt it.
After Raivis was taken to be cared for the medics explained that you had to wait in the waiting room for any news. You didn't want to leave Raivis alone, if he was conscious he was probably really scared and that made you feel like crying all over again. It wasn't like you had a choice though, so you took a seat and tried to be as patient as possible. It felt like you had been there a while when you saw a familiar small blonde women, it was Raivis' mother. You noticed how he really looked like his mother, especially with that worried look upon her face…it was more than a look of worry though. It was anguish.
When she saw you her eyes widened, "Is my baby okay?" she asked frantically with
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The following Monday was awkward to say the least. You managed to avoid Raivis all day, but it was inevitable that you see him in literature class. You just didn't want to face him, you felt angry towards the small boy. You would have previously thought that to be impossible since he looked almost angelic but…he had broken a promise, lied to you, got drunk and thrown up all over you. Somewhere inside you felt bad for running out and living him at Alfred's party all alone, but what were you supposed to do? Stay around with sick all over your clothes and pretend like nothing happened? You let out a sigh.
You turned up to class later than usual and saw Raivis sitting at his desk with the most saddest and guilty expression on his face imaginable. You took a seat not saying a word or even looking directly at him, but you could feel the negative energy surrounding him, you took out your books and just focused your attention on the work for the entire period. You couldn't help but noti
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After the kiss your parents returned from work, you introduced Raivis to them and had dinner, then he had to go back home. You and Raivis hugged each other good bye and you told him you would see him the next day at school. All night you had a good feeling inside your stomach, you kept thinking of Raivis and how sweet it felt to kiss him.
Raivis lay in bed at night fanboying over you, he still could not believe that you had kissed him. His life had taken a turn in the right direction for once, was his bad luck finally over? He didn't know for sure, all he did know was that he hadn't felt this good in…ever.
The next day Raivis approached you at your locker, "Hi _____" he smiled
"Raivis~" you hugged him, which surprised the Latvian boy, he blushed lightly
"______ um, y-you know what happened yesterday? Does it mean…we're boyfriend and girlfriend?"
You blinked, a blush forming on your cheeks "I guess…if you want…?"
Raivis nodded his head quickly "I like
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For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet
Oliver sighed as he wiped the blood off his blade. Yet another one bites the dust. He giggled insanely as picked up the decapitated head. "That's what you get for calling me weak~" He sickly smile only increased. He started giggled insanely then, he stopped. He drew a deep breath before throwing the head on the floor in defeat. "What the bloody hell am I doing?" he questioned him-self silently. He turned to look at the unfinished decorated cupcakes abandoned on his counter. He lightly put a bloody hand by his heart, a tingle of pain tugging at him.
It was you.
You were everywhere.
Your scent waffled his senses as he laid down o
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2p England x Chubby! Reader.
You sighed knocking your head on the wall gently, Oliver has called you to his bakery to try out his "new" cupcake,
But in truth it was one of his everyday cupcakes he just wanted you to eat it. Yes they tasted like you bit into a heavenly cupcake MADE from God.
You would love to eat his cupcake's every day or every chance you got.
But the problem the only problem
Is that your over weight and didn't want to gain anymore, And you NEVER said no to the crazy baker. Well for a couple reasons anyway.
Well one you would never EVER hurt his feelings, second of all.
You loved him.
You LOVED this man all covered in pink and blue.
Oh and his cute freckle's, sure he tries to hide them but you know that they are there on his face. it's actually kinda sad how he hides them.
They made him so much more dashing then he already was.
Good lord you loved everything about this man. From the pink in his hair to the black of his shoes. Yes you knew about his habit of killing peo
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"Oy, [Name]!" You jumped a little at the startling voice. Turning around, you spot your friend, Alfred. You ran over to him, waving your arms in front of you, and stopped in front of him with a bright smile.
"Alfred! You're just in time! Quick, I need you to help me tell Juan how I feel!" Alfred gave you a confused look.
"But you look just fine. Are you sick or something?" He eyed you suspiciously and you facepalmed.
"Not that way, you idiot! I meant how I feel towards him, like how to tell him I love him!" Alfred made an 'O' with his mouth and nodded, going into a thinking position. He then looked up and shrugged, grinning.
"Just go up to him, start some conversation, and before you leave.." Alfred then proceeded to try and make out with himself. Y
Cuba x Child!Reader- Daddy's Little Angel - Part 1The cold, brick walls of the alleyway between two buildings sheltered you from the cold, biting wind that rushed past the people who were not protected, whipping their hair and staining their coats with little droplets of water. Even though the walls held back the wind as much as it could, the rain was still pelting down in vicious torrents, chilling you to the bones. You shivered, drawing your arms closer to you across your chest, attempting to retain your warmth for as long as possible.More Like This
The rain kept falling.
You limped over to a trash can at the mouth of the alley, taking off the lid. You dug around for something to eat, but it only seemed to be filled with old, wet cardboard boxes and empty beer cans. A sharp pang of hunger snapped in your stomach, causing you to double over in pain and drop the metal lid that you were trying to fit onto the garbage can.
The wind kept blowing.
"Hey kid, are you alright?"
You glanced up. A tall, heavy set man holding a grocery bag was kneeling
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[A/N: Follows little to no history so please be mindful of that. Thank you]
"Francis, Antonio, Gilbert, lunch!~" You called your little countries, setting out the food. It was surprising how fast little kids move when their favorite meal is set down; Spain was munching on a tomato and some churros, France chomping on...snails..., and Gilbert chewing on a wurst. You gave a tired smile at them being adorable as always, giving a quick glare at the pile of work waiting for you. Having one young country was hard enough, but you were taking on 3! Letting a small sigh of relief of paperwork, you ate some (favorite food) quickly.
"Maman?" your French son tugged on your sleeve after everyone finished eating, "Can you play with us in the snow?"
The other two jumped up in excitement. "Si, mamá! Por favor?" "Ja, ja! Mutti, please?" Great, now 3 extremely powerful puppy eyes were gunned at you.... Eh, you can pull an all-nighter for the work, "Sure why not? Go and change!" With those words, the you
Bedsheets (Male UkraineXReader)Dmitri smiled as you skipped around the kitchen. The place was filled with light as though very your presence was coaxing the sunlight to shine through the window. “Want some more coffee?” You asked, getting the pot out when he nodded.More Like This
You scrunched your face in concentration as you poured, the thing was pretty heavy and you didn’t want to drop it or spill boiling coffee on yourself. Dmitri poked the crease between your brows when you straightened up, not having wasted a single drop.
Slapping his hand away playfully, you set the coffee pot back onto the stove and watched as he continued reading the newspaper. He glanced up every now and then, catching your eye and grinning.
He simply couldn’t get over that adorable tendency you’d developed. You’d been routinely wearing his shirts ever since that first time, using them as pyjamas mostly and pairing them up with either your underwear or some shorts.
Either way you ended up showing off a lot of leg.
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We all have things about ourselves we’d like to change. For instance you knew that your boyfriend would love to have thinner eyebrows. Due to the nonstop teasing from a certain Frenchman, Arthur was insecure about his eyebrows.
And due to the teasing and ridicule of your female peers you were insecure about your weight.
That was how you ended up on the sofa eating ice cream crying into a pillow.
And that’s where your boyfriend found you.
“Go away!” you moaned stuffing your mouth with (favorite flavor) ice cream. “I’m feeling miserable.”
Arthur sat next to you and put his hand on your back, “And why is that love?”
You looked up at him, “I’m fat!”
He sat there stunned, “W-what?”
“A bunch of girls came up to me today and told me I’m fat!”
Arthur rubbed your back soothingly, “You’re not fat. I promise.”
You let out another wail and stuffed your m
Before my birthday ends (Sept. 15), I shall reveal All Hetalia mmd, will NOT have a password, they will all be up. From everything that has happened, be free to write down what other models you want. Unfortunately I couldn't upload my video (oh well...?) but in the mean time, enjoy.More Like This
+ I will seperate all files and characters so you don't have to download the whole pack if you don't want to.
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Your eyes fluttered open, though there was noting in particular that woke you. The sun was barely above the horizon, which meant you didn't get much sleep at all. The smell around you was different from your own apartment, making you realize you were not there, but in Gilbert and Francis's place. Memories of last night rushed into your brain, all while you sat up and took a look of your surroundings. One of the boys placed you in their bed, and it was rather large and comfortable. You gave a soft smile, turning your body just so you could slide off the end and plant your feet on the ground.
Taking a peak in the hallway, you noticed that it wasn't too far in the back of the apartment, so you could see into the living room. There was someone sleeping on the couch you had last night. This made you curious, so you eased out of the bed room and tip-toed towards the area, keeping a hand placed onto the wall to guide you, since there wasn't too must lighting besides the windows. Sure enough,
Mafia!Russia x Reader - Flower Bud10More Like This
“Ugh. I quit,” you seethed through your teeth as you stood to your feet. Each muscle popped with anxiousness, since you had been sitting still for hours on end trying to decode the last few papers. Grandpa was a master before his death, so dealing with all of these numbers and weird symbols were either made up or converted from its original base. It was time for a break; your mind was completely fried. With a huff, you walked over to the small kitchen area, feeling somewhat thirsty. “Wahh. I miss big brothers.” A soft pout creased your features as you collected some bottled water. A glance to your cell made a blush coat your cheeks. Last night you had made plans with Ivan to meet up Thursday, in the afternoon, for some fair at the park.
He was the first, nice Russian you met in life, and he was attractive too. You wanted to be good friends with him, especially since you had no one else to talk to. Antonio left, Lovi and Feliciano were
Mafia!Russia x Reader - Flower Bud9More Like This
For a few nights, you didn't sleep a wink. You were so busy trying to decode the papers, while anger flowed through your brain. How could Grandpa do that to you?! He didn't even know you but as a baby at the time, yet there was his signature, so proudly written like he won a deal. You threw all of the papers on the floor, standing on your feet. You wore comfortable sweat pants and a large baggy t-shirt that belonged to Lovino. It had cartoon-drawing tomatoes all over it, with the Italian words for flower bud on it. You had a similar shirt with little tomato instead of flower bud.
You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair, turning towards the door. You needed to get out, that was a definite. Your head hurt from so many codes. You slipped on your large coat, Ivan's scarf, and winter boots. Ivan's scarf still smelled like him, despite the fact you washed it. Another smile lit your features as you left the apartment, making sure the place was locked before you headed out for the ca
Mafia!Russia x Reader - Flower Bud8More Like This
In the dream you were having, it was a vast field of sunflowers, each one bright and swaying to the calm winds. You were in your pajamas, wearing Ivan's scarf so carefully around your throat. You walked among each flower, taking in their beauty. It was so impressive; you could get lost in the enormous field. Soon, you heard feet shuffling against the grass, making you turn to your left. Out popped the Russian man himself, looking rather relieved as soon as he saw you. "Ah, Sunflower. You scared me."
"I scared you," you asked, raising both brows. It seemed unlikely that you could ever scare the tall, broad man. He chucked softly, approaching you with caution. That's when you noticed something. He seemed more bright and happy, like being here was so peaceful.
"Da. I thought I lost you in this large place," he explained, lifting you into the air as soon as you were within arms length. A squeal of embarrassment and excitement blew past your parted lips, making the Russian man smile broader
Mafia!Russia x Reader - Flower Bud7More Like This
When you got back to the apartments, you noticed on Antonio's door was a manila note, with hurried scribble. Curious, you walked over to the note, seeing that it was addressed to you.
'Sad to hear that Lovino wants me away from you. Normally I wouldn't listen to him, but he explained everything. I'm sorry about your grandpa. Next week I'll have some co-workers come and take care of you. They're nice guys, really, and they know they must watch over you. Though, they didn't ask questions, which I thought it was perfect.
Until next time,
You ripped the note and flipped it over, seeing a 'ps', claiming that Romano had one last thing for you, Antonio left it in your bed room. You wondered how he got into your home, but you left in a rush, so you weren't entirely sure you had locked it on your way out.
"Goodbye, Antonio," you murmured to the door, stepping over to your own home. To your dismay, you HAD left the door unlocked. You scolded yourself while you opened the door, kicking
Mafia!Russia x Reader - Flower Bud6More Like This
Your eyes met bright, violet orbs surounded by platnum blond hair. The man stood before you, holding a few grocieries in his arms. A light pink scarf hugged his neck, fitting just fine with his long brown coat that reached a bit below his knees. Black pants and brown boots were seen within the coat. He had a worried expression on his face. You crumbled the note, shoving it into your pocket as you stood, edging away. He was a Russian. He couldn't be trusted. He noticed your edginess and gave a childish smile.
"I'm sorry, I scared you, didn't I? My name is Ivan. What's yours?" The alias Lovino gave you became a warning sign in the back of your mind. You glanced over your shoulder, deciding to weave between the trees as soon as you saw a suspicious move. He looked as if he was waiting for an answer.
"_________. __________ _________," you lied, crossing your arms over your chest. Your legs were ready to bolt, but your upper body was almost relaxed. He shifted the bags in his arms, offering
Mafia!Russia x Reader - Flower Bud5More Like This
The time was dawn. Sunlight just caressed the horizon, and the sky took haste to tuck the stars away for another time. Clouds rolled in, threatening a storm. You were snoozing peacefully in your large bed, curled between Lovino's extra pillow and Feliciano's second favorite blanket. Both made you homesick, but you knew you had to stay away to keep them, and yourself, safe. You were dreaming so deeply, that you didn't stirr when thunder boomed. It had been a few weeks since you left your home, and everyday Feliciano would call from an unknown number, each different every time. He would cry everytime he got on the phone, begging you to come back, but you soothed him back to a calm state and told him to get back to work.
Lovino didn't know about Feliciano's calls, instead he had the Spaniard deliver a slip of paper at the end of every week discreetly. It was short, saying he was doing good and keeping Feliciano together. It seemed he was leaving a lot out and kept his emotions in check, j
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In the morning, you awaoke to find two bodies on each side of your, cuddling your arms to their chests. Lovino and Feliciano were snoring like children, both tangled around you like a barrier. Your ankle that had been injured was propped on some pillows, out of the way. Tears stung your eyes as you recalled both Lovino and Feliciano broke down crying as soon as they were in the safety of their shared room. You had heard them, but was so comsumed in your own thoughts, that your body hadn't moved an inch. It wasn't until both brothers entered your room did you realize you were also sobbing your eyes out.
Why did you have to leave?
The answer was obvious, but you couldn't believe it. Someone had actually harmed you, and that meant the Russians could send someone just a bit stronger, smarter, or faster to finally capture you. The thought sent shivers down your spine, awakening Lovino. The oldest sat up, rubbing his eyes in desperate need to remove the crud. He casted his eyes to his younge
Mafia!Russia x Reader - Flower Bud3More Like This
A week went by, and you slowly healed from your head injury. Kiku stressed that your ankle wouldn't be healed for a few months. This made you groan in protest, and curse the dead man who tried to hunt you.
Lovino came and saw you everyday, making sure you had everything you needed before joining Fellicino with work. Most days, you were left alone to read a book or chat on the phone with a few friends. It was a bit lonely, and Lovino noticed.
"Sorella . . . I have your new identity and home located," he muttered one day. You were finishing some raviolli, the delicious taste going from your taste buds. You didn't think he had been serious, but then again, it was Lovino.
"What is my new name?"
"_________ Rose. You're nineteen and you were born and raised in the slumps of Italy, which covers your combat skill. We will have to trim your hair, and hide the curl . . ." Lovino trailed off, getting very upset. He didn't want to kick his sorella out into the real world, but if it was for your sa
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Lovino fell asleep, his upper body resting against the bed you laid on. His knees surprisingly held him up to not fall to the ground. His hands were still holding one of yours, his lips pressed against your knuckles. He was done crying, his face all red and tear-stained. Your mind was whirling in your sleeping state. The image of the Russian man played again and again. You realized, upon seeing the image of his sunglasses falling off, he wasn't shocked, he was scared. The man was just doing a job he was set with. One he didn't seem to happy to deal with, judging about how much he hesitated to shoot. Any other Russian member would have knocked your head clean off after they successfully kidnapped you. You began to wonder why you were targeted for kidnapping. They were probably going to use you for bribing your brothers.
While your thoughts wandered, you began to hear the outside world. A door opened and clicked shut rather quickly. The foot steps were light, as if the person didn't want
England x Reader - Overburdened You woke up to an empty bed. You sat up, shutting the alarm off before looking around for your emerald-eyed husband. The shower was not on and there was no smell of something burning. Thank goodness.More Like This
"Arthur?" You called out, taking a step out of bed. Then you noted the note propped against the alarm clock. In that neat cursive writing of his, he had left you a note. He probably didn't want to wake you up. You picked it up and glanced over it quickly.
Sorry love, got called into work early. Don't worry too much, see you tonight.
You sighed. You should have expected that as it had been happening more and more. You placed it back down, before going to your closet and quickly choosing your outfit for the day. You had no meetings today to do over video
NordicsxReader: Shaken on the Ice Shakily, you hung onto Denmark. You were balanced on two blades of metal on a frozen lake behind the Nordic home. They promised to teach you how to skate and have had no success up until this point.More Like This
Denmark slowly began to release his grip on you. Suddenly, you were on your own, gently gliding on your own. Looking back towards them, you smiled. "H-Hey! Look!"
They all watched with smiles as you shakily glided yourself shakily around the frozen ice. All the Nordic countries smiled and carefully watched as you went around in circles.
Soon enough, you were skating around like a pro, going as far around the lake as you could. Someone cried out your name, fear in their voice. "Don't worry!" You cried back, not hearing the crackling noise beneath your feet. "I'm fine-"
Like that, the ice broke apart, the water movement setting you off balance and causing you to fall backwards in the cold water. Hitting the frozen water, you felt your body completely refuse to an
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Germany x Child!Reader - I Run More Laps!
Hullo everyone, just getting rid of my writers block so I could carry on c:
I thought of this while I was reading a fan fiction XD. The link to her page is in the description, you should watch her c:
I hate grammar/spelling errors, if you find one then please tell me.
You felt someone poke your cheek. You groaned and turned around in your bed but the poking won't stop and it doesn't look tired from poking your sleeping form.
"5 more minutes..." you groaned out.
Then he started to nudge you and whimpered. You sat up and rubbed your eyes cutely. You saw your uncle Italy by your bed and your heard your daddy's, Germany, footsteps go upstairs.
"Ve... _____ can I please hide under your bed?" Italy freaked out.
You nodded and soon, Italy started crawling under your bed while you just stared at him. You saw your dad came in the room with an annoyed look on his face, which quickly changed once he saw you awake. You smiled and leaped o
Russia X Blind!Child!ReaderMore Like This
AN: Read the description! And read the parts Reader says in a child's voice. You're like, four.
Today was a special day for Ivan Bragenski for more reasons then one. The first reason, today was the day he came to be, taking his first breath of cold Russian air. Today was his birthday. The other reason, he wouldn't know until later.
The tall man walked down the streets of Moscow, looking for anything he liked, going to by himself a present since no one else knew what he really wanted, and never wanted to 'bother him' by asking.
He stopped in front of one of his favorite stores, smiling as he looked in the window at what was inside.
He arched an eyebrow, seeing something in the reflection. Turning around, he saw in the ally way across from the store a small child sitting in the corner, curled up against herself and shaking as she had her gaze fixed to the ground.
He frowned a bit, looking her over a bit longer before turning back to the store, making the decision to buy
Warmth [Norway x Sad!Reader]More Like This
It was an exceptionally cold day in the midst of winter when it had happened. That fact rang clear in your memory, the sting of the heavily falling snowflakes that had danced around you on the fateful day something that you would never forget.
The sun had been almost nonexistent as you stomped angrily away from your boyfriend Denmark's house, the frost-bitten air making the evening seem even darker than usual. Actually, I suppose it would be proper to call him your ex-boyfriend now. A scowl was laced gingerly onto your features as you frowned, (e/c) hued orbs locked on your snow boots in thought.
You had finally done it. You had snapped at the playful man, his bad habits finally getting the best of your nerves and patience. Every time you visited him, it seemed like all he had time for was alcohol and goofing off; traits that you hadn't minded at first when your relationship began. However, as the months went on and his habits only seemed to get worse, you finally had had enough.
Fem!Italy x Sick!ReaderMore Like This
God. Fucking. Damn it.
You were just not having a good week - on monday, you woke up late for work and your boss yelled at you. On Tuesday, coffee was spilt all over your chest, and it made your work clothes see-through. On Wednesday, you hit your shin so hard against your work desk, that you almost cried, and you felt for a brief moment as if you'd broken it. On Thursday, you got in a fight with one of your coworkers, who happens to be one of your best friends, and now they won't talk to you. On Friday, you just so happened to almost get fired because you got in a fight with one of the customers, since he groped you.
And what do you know?
Now you are fucking sick.
You assumed it was because it was winter, and the flu going around. You woke up on saturday, in your apartment, which you shared (for now) with your best friend, Daniel, with a massive headache, a scratchy throat, tired eyes, and a high fever. You'd tried to convince said best friend you were fine - you really
Denmark X Broken!Reader - My heart is refusing me~My heart is refusing me~More Like This
*Denmark X Broken!Reader*
'I've been crushed beaten down
And I'm frozen to the ground
Like a fool I've trusted you
Still I'm hopelessly in love '
The once beautifully lit streets of Copenhagen,now seemed depressing and held an eerie feeling.The lamp posts emanated a yellowish white light,the pale rays dancing as people passed by on the cold pavement.
The (e/c) eyed girl tucked a strand of hair behind her ear,intently watching as world seemed to go on even without her.A happy couple passed by,the male`s laughter beautifully bleding with the female`s soft giggles,as their hands were tightly holding on onto eachother.
Tears pricked at the corner of (Name)`s eyes as she continued walking,the wind blewing cold as she wrapped her arms around her for both keeping her warmth and comfort,not to break down in the middle of the street.
She gave everything she had in the name of love and here she was now,alone,with no one to guide her through the thick
FrancexReader Washed Ashore (Mini-Contest Entry)FPOVMore Like This
Darkness surrounds Francis, exhaustion racking his body, unable to even open his eyes. How had this happened?
All he remembers is fighting with Gilbert about some stupid thing. The next thing is a quick memory of searing pain on the back of his head.
...Where am I...? How did I end up 'ere...where ever zis is? Francis thinks to himself, waves crashing against his feet. Groaning, the Frenchman tries to force his blue eyes open, but his body ignores him; his arms, feeling like lead, hold him to the ground.
Darkness once again tries to claim his body, and for once, Francis allows it, the sounds slowly turn silent.
Since you were a little kid, you have lived on this island. You don't remember how on Earth you ended up here, since the other inhabitants are completely different from what you look like, but you still call this island your home.
You glance up at the sky, a basket full of fruit dangling from your
Kiss and Make up~ ItalyXReader"Felinciano! Stop crying and look me in the eyes!" you screamed at the top of your lungs. You knew Italy wasn't a genius, but you would have never had though he was this stupid.More Like This
Too bad Italians didn't come with instruction manuals.
Completely disobeying your order, your boyfriend dropped to the floor and continued turning the current puddle of tears into a pool. Groaning, you go over to sit beside him. "Look, Feli, I know you didn't mean to do it, but you have to understand why I'm angry." With those big brown puppy dog eyes, he looked at you questioningly.
"What did I do, _______?"
Your eyes widened at this. Is he telling you that he really didn't know? But he embarrassed you so deeply!
"I'm I'm gonna let you figure that out on your own, Feli. Tell me when you do." And with that, you walked out of his house and down the street.
2p!America x Reader-Don't go Ch.2More Like This
2p!America x Reader-Don’t go Ch.2
As you continued to walk down the side walk, your school started to show up. A slight smile formed on your lips at the thought of people actually thinking Allen was your best friend. He’s hot, a total bad @$$, and just plain awesome. No matter the first impression he gave you.
What made you worry was that Al might flirt on other girls. This might be selfish, but you want to keep him all to yourself. Even glancing behind you, he’s just walking absentmindedly, probably thinking on how to get back. All the girls will start to bother you or walk up and tell him all their slutty needs!
“You alright, Dollface?”Al asked.
Finally, you noticed that while you were lost in thought that you stopped walking. Immediately your face flushed at the embarrassment and how close he was to your face. And then Al smirked at your blushing form. He was so…dominant? Is that the right word? Whatever it is, it’s ruining everything!
EnglandxMute!Abused!Reader EscapeMore Like This
England x Mute! Abused! Reader
There it is again. The loud sound of yelling. You clamped your hands over your ears in an attempt to block out the noise.
"You're good for nothing! I work hard to bring home money and I only expect a warm meal on the table when I get back!" Your father yelled.
"Bring home money?" Your mother scoffed. "Please! All you do is return home drunk! I'm the one making money in this house!"
The yelling continued. You sat at the bottom of the staircase, praying that your parents would stop arguing. You wanted to tell them to stop but you can't. You had no voice. You were born without the ability to speak.
Suddenly, your father took noticed of you and glared. "You, what are you still doing here?"
"She's your daughter! Of course, she's still here!" Your mother said.
"Well, can't you see that the grownups are talking?" Your father raised his voice. "Get out of here! Go on! Scat!"
Scared, you quickly left the house without turning back. When you left, you
I-G-G-Y (Drunk!England X Reader)More Like This
THEME # 40: FANCY
“HEY (NAME)! LET’S DO SOME KARAOKE!” Alfred yelled, busting your eardrum.
“OW, DAMMIT!” You clapped a hand over your ear and glared at one of your best friends. “I know it’s loud in here, but you don’t have to scream, for fuck’s sake!”
Alfred just grinned and grabbed your hand. “C’mon, (Nickname), it’ll be fun~!”
“Karaoke? With you? Hell no!” You pulled your arm out of his grip, choosing instead to look past the clumps of partying countries and into the kitchen, where Lovino, Mathias, and Arthur were getting drunk off their arses. You sighed. “Why is it when you host a party at Arthur’s house, you always make sure to put out enough wine for Arthur to get bloody drunk off of?”
Alfred adjusted his glasses and shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said innocently. But you could see his lips twitch as he t
Neko!ChinaxNeko!Reader: Hiding from RussiaMore Like This
The sound of the scariest thing alive came to your ears, "____________, where are you hiding ____________. It's time to become one with Ruissicat time "
You tried to stay quiet, but you shivered. For the last three days he had been chasing you, telling you to "become one with him". He was the scariest cat you had ever encountered. You backed up hiding further underneath the table. The long table cloth the only thing separating you from one of your biggest fears.
"Ow, who are you, aru," said a voice behind you.
Letting out a squeak you turned around saw a black cat, he had brown eyes, and a strange ponytail. "W-who are you?"
"I asked first." He too was shaking.
"_-_________," you started to cry softly.
He seemed to stop shaking slightly, "D-do y-you work for R-Russicat?"
"You need to answer me first," you said quietly.
"I'm chincat, now answer my question," he said.
"No," you said shaking, "h-he's trying to catch me."
Chincat settled down, "Me too."
"At least we're in this together
Neko!RussiaxNeko!Reader: Russian Cats Aren't ScaryMore Like This
It was a day just like any other. Americat was, although not meaning to, beating you up. His games were way to rough for a delicate kitty like you. And when he told you to stop he didn't, he just didn't seem to understand that you weren't a strong cat like him.
The 'games' were getting worse and worse as the cold war went on. Americat told you you had to be ready in case you were attacked and his 'games' got tougher and tougher until you couldn't take it anymore.
You ran away.
Ran away from Loudmouth and Americat. It was freezing outside, before you were never allowed outside and were bred for an indoor cat's life. But desperate times called for desperate measures.
You mewed pitifully as you bumped into something hard. It was a large brown cat with lots of fur. "Please don't hurt me."
"I won't hurt you," he said smiling. Your natural instincts told you otherwise.
"P-please, I don't have any food I swear. I haven't eaten in days," you whimpered.
The large cat licked your forehead kindly
How to eat pasta (Italy x Child! Reader)More Like This
"Fratello I'm hungry," I heard (Name) say while rubbing her eyes and walking into the kitchen after taking her nap.
"So what do you want to eat?," I asked while picking her up.
"I don't know," she said while stifling a yawn.
"Oh, I have the perfect meal for you," I said while setting her down and went to make pasta.
Time skip to when the pasta is finished...
After fully waking up mio fratello put a plate of dead worms and their blood in front of me. Why would he give me dead worms I was thinking, but then I remembered that Big Brother Francis eats snails so I guess it's not that weird. Still I was curious as to why he would give me worms which are dead, so I had to ask.
"Fratello why are there dead worms and their blood on the plate?," I asked him.
"Why are there dead worms and their blood on the plate?," I hear (Name) ask me.
Dead worms...Blood...Ah, She must have been watching The Godfather with Lovino again.
"Hey (Name) is there any chance that you
Bored (2P America x Reader x 2P Canada)More Like This
Al says, "I." Matt says, "Am." (Name) says, "BORED. Seriously there is nothing to do and I'm hungry." Matt got his camera out just in case some kind of funny shit happened. "Yeah. Me too. Bitch go make me a sandwich," Al says. "Motherfucker." (Name) got out her nun chucks and started to beat Al with them. "Bitch *smack* you are *punch* going to *hit* make your own *brass knuckles* SANDWICH!"
She is straddling his hip when she notices something hard down there. "Matt is he getting off on this," she asked him. "Um...Yeah," he replies. "Fuck Al," she yells.
"Matt I'm going to make pancakes do you want any?," she asked him. "Sure," he answers. "Can I still get that sandwich," the dumbass asks. "No," (Name) says while kicking his boner. "Fuck (Name) you do NOT kick a boner." "Really because I just did. On second thought I make you your sandwich, but only for a few conditions." "Ok. What are they?," Al asks. "1. Get on your hands and knees." "Ok. Done.
Ugly turns Beautiful (2P China x Reader)More Like This
Shang = 2P China
(f/c) = fav. color
Hi I'm (Name). I'm just your average nerd in your average high school in (city/town). I'm the one always with a book and have the braces, bulky glasses, messy hair in a bun, and always wear sweaters, leggings and uggs no matter what's the weather. People pick on me because I'm "ugly and have no friends." I'm going to show you an average day at school.
First period: Science- The Boys throw spit balls at me.
Second period: Math- The Girls draw all over my notebook with lipstick.
This usually goes in a pattern switching from Boys and Girls depending on who is in my class at that time.
It gets really bad during Lunch.
The Boys would hang me upside down and steal my lunch money. Then they will precede to kick me after they drop me to the ground.
The Girls would then tell me how ugly I am with the added bruises.
This went on for half of the school year until one day a Chinese transfer student came along.
His name was Shang. He
:Butterflies: Naga! England x Kidnapped! ReaderMore Like This
Naga! England x Kidnapped! Reader :Sequel:
It's been about a month since you met Arthur. Since then, you and Arthur have been getting to know each other.
On the first week, everything was awkward. It was a weird adjustment for you. Living in a cave was one thing, but living in a cave with a snake-like man was even weirder. You were sort of tense around him as well. It's not that you didn't like Arthur, it was just...he was so different. Not in a bad way either.
On the second week, you finally warmed up to the snake man. He was kind and thought of you first before himself. The selfless man was quite cute as well. Like, when you cuddled up next to him to get warm during the cold nights, he tensed slightly and started to blush a bright red. You've enjoyed your time with him, but deep down you started to get homesick. That's when you remember something.
'Iggy!' You clutched your shirt in panic. 'Oh no, oh no, no no no no. I le
Nazi!GermanyxAmerican!Reader Cover Blown pt. 2More Like This
Cover Blown Pt. 2
Germany walked down the hallway and stopped in front of a small oak door guarded by two Guards. Seeing Germany they saluted and moved out of the way.
“It’s Fine, go back to your poshts, I can deal viz a Voman juhst fine,” He Smirked and opened the door.
He closed the door and looked around, He couldn’t see you anywhere. Suddenly something was wrapped around his neck tightly and pulled him back choking him. You had ripped one of the maid outfits and made a sturdy piece of cloth and moved the night stand by the door. Standing on it you had waited so you could kill Him.
"Jetzt stirbst schmutzig German!" Now you die Filthy German! You said with Hatred in your voice.
He underestimated you because you were a woman, his mistake. You pulled on the cloth tighter as Ludwig tried to fight back. His face was growing red from lack of air and you smirked. Suddenly when you thought you had won the German grabbed the clot and with
~No Spell~ An Italy x Reader One ShotMore Like This
Hey (name) are you still coming to the band's gig tonight? I have a new song I want you to hear! I wrote it myself Remember 7pm! Don't forget! Feli <3
You sighed as you looked at the text one more time before shutting your phone. Damn Feli.. Only he could completely blow you off for two days then act like nothing had happened. The worst part about it was you knew you couldn't be mad at the cute little Italian. You smiled as you pictured him sending you the text. He always made the most adorable faces when he texted.
"Get a grip (name)!" You mentally yelled while slapping yourself out of Feli-land. You knew you couldn't lie to yourself anymore. Nah, you'd given that up two years ago when he'd first kissed you in the back of your beat up, old truck. Feli had been your best friend since first grade when you stood up to France for picking on the poor Italian. It's not his fault he looked like a girl when he was little, you always t
JapanxReader ~ I heard thatMore Like This
Turn left. Turn right. Make a U-turn. Make a left turn at the fifth stop sign. Keep on going for another... *calculating* ... 50 miles.
"WHAT?!" You shrieked as you hit the breaks. Your car instantly stopped, almost making you hit your head on the steering wheel. Glaring at your newly bought GPS, you took a hold of it and threw it angrily outside your window.
Cheap crap, I knew I shouldn't have bought that GPS from that suspicious looking guy in the white van...
Sighing to yourself, you pushed a curl of hair behind your ear and restarted your car engine to get back onto the road. Technically, you were on your way to your friend Kiku's house. You had borrowed a couple of manga books from him and were intending on returning them to him as soon as possible. Luckily, today was a free day for you, and so you took that rare opportunity to drive to his place. Problem was, it had been a while since you last visited him and you couldn't quite remember where to go. And that's when
Austria x Reader: I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I DoMore Like This
Austria x Reader: I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do
“Bereit?” [Ready?] the brunette Austrian pianist asks the few musicians and they nod with a bright smile on each their faces.
All wear a smoking or lovely dress, even Roderich is dressed exceptionally elegant and handsome. The arranged time is quickly approaching and he has to keep his nerves together not to pace through the small white pavilion at the lake-side.
He finally sees the car approach and takes a deep breath to calm down.
But his heart decides against him as it begins pounding erratically when his girlfriend exits the shiny black limousine he had arranged.
She wears a wonderful, elegant dress and just looks angelic to him. Her (h/c) locks are beautifully arranged and her (e/c) orbs glisten in the setting sun. With a small smile and a very surprised expression she makes her way to the dimly lit pavilion.
“Roderich?” she still smiles as she reaches him and looks at the musicians irritated. “What is th
Prussia x Reader: Honey, Honey (ABBA)More Like This
Prussia x Reader: Honey, Honey
Blinking, the (h/c) haired opened her (e/c) eyes slowly, fighting back the urge to stretch. It wouldn't be possible anyway because of her boyfriend's arm slung around her. She snuggled into the albino's embrace, still being sleepy. A glance at the clock affirmed her thoughts, it was way too early to be up.
About fourty minutes of trying to go back to sleep later the female huffed and sighed. Gilbert grunted in his sleep and let a bit loose, so she sat up and lovingly looked at her boyfriend. Gilbird, his little bird, woke up from his nest near the bed and flew over to the Prussian's girlfriend. She smiled and the little yellow bird snuggled into her messy hair.
Humming a song that she had only heard yesterday, she suddenly grinned as an 'awesome' idea to wake her 'awesome' boyfriend popped into her mind.
So she began singing, quietly at first.
Honey honey, how you thrill me, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, nearly kill me, ah-hah, honey honey
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Another World conference. Another conference room full of fighting countries.
Suddenly, Russia's already dark aura widened and got darker and he stood up from his seat. The fighting stopped and everyone looked at the tall Russian in fear.
“Dare say that again.” he said, very quietly.
America seemingly had been the one angering Russia, and he now stood against him. “No one likes a communist bastard like you and if there is someone, they must be the biggest idiot and loser in the whole universe!” he repeated louder this time.
England nearly face-palmed, if not fear had been dominating his thoughts that moment. There should be a limit for America's stupidity.
Russia's childish smile turned upside down, a heavy frown now on his lips, his aura now deep black. He was beyond angry or pissed-off.
The countries shivered and cowered into a corner and now even America felt a shiver run down his spine.
Russia slowly took out his pipe, gently gripping and swinging it.
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The all too familiar words that had come from your energetic children's lips echoed down the hall, making its way into the bedroom you had currently been residing. Not moments before had you been engulfed in a rather peacefull slumber, dreaming of the husband you had wished could be with you at this very moment, arms wrapped tightly and securely around your waist as if to tell you that you were free from any danger; that nothing in the world could harm you. Unfortunately, the only thing you were greeted to when you opened your tired, (e/c) hued orbs was the numb feeling that the empty, desolate space beside you brought. Though this is what you were greeted to everytime you woke up each morning, when you had decided that you needed a well deserved nap, or when you dragged your exhausted carcass to bed each night, it still brought you the same abandoned, bare feeling it always had. The emptyness you usually felt, however, had usually been filled to the brim by the sheer p
ScotlandxReader ~ Early DrizzleMore Like This
You woke up to the sound of small droplets of water hitting the window glass. The sun had still not risen but a few storm clouds had decided to drop by for a visit today. The outdoor trees gently swayed back and forth with the strength of the winds and their branches did the same, as if saying hello to whoever was walking outside. Which was nobody. Nobody was outside, but that didn't surprise you since it was still early.
Stretching your arms as far away as possible, you let out a little squeak when you felt a pair of hands wrap around your small waist. But it was none other than your longtime boyfriend, Allistor. He, on the other hand, was still in dreamland. Probably the dreamland of beer and cigars.
I wouldn't be surprised if he was truly dreaming about that right now.
You chuckled to yourself and unwrapped his arms from around your waist so you could gently place them on top of his torso that arose every couple of seconds due to his steady breathing. His red hair, which was
Filth (England x Reader)Somehow, and although the young beggar never quite understood how it could have come to be, it was effortless to recall the events in which she had come to be acquainted with a figure of such untainted, valued status and blood. Yet perhaps it was not all entirely an inconceivable matter, as the delicate happenings of grace were often difficult to lose mind of, nor was it something she wanted to pretend never existed in the first place, and thus throw away whatever lingering worth there remained.More Like This
There was little to be said of mercy in the gutters, generally. There were not many possible words to accurately describe what horrors were witnessed, and what cruelty was so often delivered to her and those alike unfortunates who had no choice in the matter of the ways they would live, and the ways they would die.
It was a droning, painful existence.
He, on the other hand, always flawlessly looked the part of the clearly wealthy gentleman, his clothing fine and
France X Reader [ Insecurities ] Chapter 1Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breath out.More Like This
You told yourself, following your own instructions diligently. It was your first
day of High School and, as it always seemed to be at the beginning of
the year, you were a nervous wreck. But, today, you had even more of a
right to be nervous.
You'd been accepted to World Academy. World Academy seemed to have a student from every country, and every single background, religion, ethnicity, and language seemed to dwell within the walls of the campus. Your brothers, who had raised you since your
parents had split up, were helping you move all of your stuff into your dorm.
"Aye! [Y/n]! Quit dreamin', lass, we're not doin' all the work for ye!" one of your brothers, Allistor, called. It took you a second to figure out what he was saying, mostly because his Scottish accent was so thick, you could hardly understand a word he was saying. That's why one of your other brothers, Arthur, would constantly have to play translator between the two
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Francis heaved a deep sigh of impatience, moving both hands against one another in a vain effort to drive back the unkindly cold of winter. Every warm breath escaped his lips as a cloud of drifting, fading smoke, soft against the black sheet of the sky, obscuring his vision.
He visibly flinched with every stifled crunch his shoes would create in the hardened, frozen ground, and at every snap of a twig beneath his weight as he continued almost wading his way through the depths of the freshly fallen snow, picking his feet over the mounds and observing them with a vague, knowing sort of stare. He despised bitter, sharp nights like this with no mistake, finding them to be almost detestable. Even the gentle accumulation of snow upon his head was irritating, unappreciated, as the cold would seep into what felt like his very skull, drawing shuddering breaths from lips gone pale from cold and discontent. To distract himself (if only
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That was the name he went by. No one knew his real name, save a few who could no longer speak, or breath for that matter. Under that name, he and his companions had terrorized the people of your small country for months, years even. You could no longer remember the first time he made himself known in your country. Ever since then, he had forbade anyone from entering or exiting the country. At first, a few tried to defy him. They were never seen, or heard from again.
You were a mere child when he first invaded your peaceful country, unable to understand the true implications of what happened. But as the years passed and you grew, you began to understand that life had not always been this way, with people scrounging for food and getting into deadly fights over a day's worth of rations.
Your mother and Father had died several years ago, after a particularly nasty incident when 'Italy' became enraged over a small rebellion in one of the cit