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“Where the hell is _____?  She said she was coming back with those sandwiches ein week ago!”

“Relax, mon cheri.  Our belle _____ has only been gone for twenty minutes, non?” (my dear...beautiful)

“Sí, Gilbert, relax.  Our señorita bonita will be back soon.” (pretty lady)

Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio were all lounging in the backyard at your house.  Your great-uncle had decided he wanted to spend his golden years travelling and had given you his house, a seven-bedroom estate in the country with an in-ground pool, a rose garden, and plenty of space.  Needless to say, the three of them had pretty much moved in with you.

Toni was lying in a lounge chair reading a sports magazine with a soccer player on the cover, while Francis lay with his eyes closed in a chair beside the pool, soaking up the sun and sighing in contentment.  Only Gilbert was irritated, wondering where you were and, subsequently, where the lunch you had promised them was.

He got up in impatience from the table he was sitting at underneath a big shade umbrella. “That’s it.  Silly Frau probably got lost in there again und took our lunches with her.  The awesome Prussia is going to go find them - her, find her!”

Antonio nodded absently, but Francis had fallen asleep.  Gilbert got up then, heading into the house and deciding to start at the kitchen.

As he approached, he heard you moving around, humming happily to yourself.  The way your kitchen was set up, he was able to see you long before you saw him, as you were facing the oven and he was coming up the hall.  You were looking contentedly at the oven as you pulled it open to remove a big tray, putting it on the stovetop.

You were humming to yourself as you garnished the sandwiches, but then you started to sing happily. “~Carry on, my wayward bun/There’ll be eats when you are done/Lay your weary bread to rest/Don’t be dry no more~!”

Gilbert lost it then, laughing crazily. “Kesesese~!  _____, did you just come up with that, or do you always sing theme songs to our lunches?!”

“Gil!” You blushed immediately at being caught, dropping the tin of dried basil you had been holding.  It dropped and rolled away from you, and you followed it, ignoring Prussia for the time being.

You made a grab for it, but an unnaturally white hand snatched it up, and its owner grinned down at you. “You didn’t answer mein question, Frau.”

Red-faced, embarrassed, you glared up at him. “Give it back, Gil!  You want to eat, don’t you?”

He lounged against the kitchen island, tossing the basil back and forth in his hands. “I waited this long already, didn’t I?  I am so awesome I could live purely off of how awesome I am!”

“Ugh!” You growled in frustration, lunging for the basil.

He held it above your head with one hand, yawning, teasing, “Reach, Frau!  Grow ein inch or two und you’ll have it!  Kesese~!”

“Damn it, Gil!” You shouted in frustration, still reaching and still failing.  You put a hand against his chest to get some leverage, and you were an inch closer to your spice for a second.

Only for a second, because Prussia pulled your hand away from his chest, holding it to the side so you couldn’t put it back. “No cheating, that’s not awesome at all!”

“No, what’s not awesome is spying on your friend while she’s making your lunch and then taking her herbs so she can’t even finish doing that!” You blurted in a rush, frowning.

He shook it mockingly above your head, grinning down at you through eyes like cool cherries on a warm summer day. “Too bad, Fraulein, you’re not getting it back so easily!”

“Well if you’d let go of my hand-!” You grunted, jumping to grab at the basil.

Prussia held it easily out of your reach, mocking, “Mein arm is getting tired.”

You dropped yours in a huff then before turning watery [e/c] eyes up to his. “Gil, I just…wanna finish these sandwiches.  G-give it back.”

He had thought for a moment that you were playing him, but the hitch in your voice and the petulant way you were gritting your teeth to hold your lip steady convinced him.  He dropped his arm then, holding the basil out to you. “H-Hey, _____, what’s going on with you?  I was just messing around, I didn’t mean to-“

“To get tricked?” You teased, grinning as you basiled your and Antonio’s sandwiches.

“You bitch!” He laughed, tackling you.

“Ahh, Gil!” You yelped, tripping. “Jesus!” You landed on your ass on the kitchen floor, and Prussia landed on top of you. “Oof-!  Gil, get off!  Oww, son of a bitch!” You whined, rubbing your ass.

He only laughed. “Your ass is big enough to take a hit like that, nein?”

“Motherfucker!  Take that back!” It was your turn to tackle him, and this time, you both landed on his back.

“What will you do if I don’t, Fraulein?” He teased, unconcerned, from beneath you.

You straddled his hips as you pinned him to the floor, but you reached one hand up to rummage in a drawer as you smirked. “This.”

You pulled a small container out of the drawer that looked sort of like a clear egg filled with liquid and wearing a gnome’s hat.  Gil looked horrified when he saw that. “Nein, don’t!  Is that-?”

“Food coloring.” You nodded. “Looks like blue.  And if I drip this on you, Mr. Albino…” You began to giggle. “You’ll look like a smurf for a month!”

“Nein!  Nein, that is so not awesome!” Prussia protested. “Bitte, bitte, what do I have to do, _____?  Come on, name your price!”

“Apologize.” You smirked.

“Anything but that!” He cried.  You reached for the cap, and he put up his hands in defense, blurting, “I’m sorry, Fraulein!”

You grinned, tossing the food coloring back into the drawer and sitting back on your haunches, hands on your hips as you grinned down at your friend. “There.  Was that so hard?”

“Nein, I guess not.” He said in surprise.  Then, he propped himself up on his elbows, grinning at you where you sat on his hips. “But I know something else that is.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, nice try, Gil, I’m sitting on your lap, remember?  I think I’d know if-“ You bounced on his lap to prove your point, then broke off abruptly, your eyes widening and your face turning red. “What the actual hell, Gilbert Beilschmidt?!”

You tried to scramble off of him, but his hands made their way to your hips, keeping you in position.  He sat up slowly, leaning forward until he was in kissing distance, those ruby eyes never leaving your [matching gemstone] ones and the grin never leaving his face. “Nein, _____.  Stay there, ja?  We can-“

He broke off, stunned, as you slapped him.  His eyes wide and hurt, he got to his feet, his hand to his cheek.  He dropped it though, even more stunned, as he saw the tears in the corners of your eyes and knew that this time, you weren’t faking. “Fraulein, what-?”

“I’m not a whore, Gil.” You said angrily, hurt. “I know what you and Toni and Francis are like with women.  But I’m not going to just jump in bed with you because you’re bored, you bastard!  I thought-!  We’re supposed to be friends, you know?  I would’ve thought you’d care enough about my feelings to not want to just-!”

“_____.” He said softly, taking your hands.  You looked down at the white hands wrapped around your [s/c] ones, but when you looked up into the rubies that glistened down at you, you were surprised to see them serious for once. “I don’t want to just anything.  I want…you.  You’ve heard Toni und Francis teasing me about not getting any lately, und why do you think that is?”

You shrugged, bewildered, and he laughed gently. “It’s your fault, liebe.  Since we started hanging out with you, I…haven’t wanted to look at other women.  At first I thought I was just off mein game, but that would’ve been ridiculous, because I’m too awesome for that.  So I knew it was a choice, und once I figured that out, I knew why I was choosing to fail with every woman I came across.  It’s…because they aren’t you.”

“What is wrong with you?” You whispered, baffled.

“What?” He asked, stunned. “You’re…turning me down?!”

“No, you idiot, but seriously?!  Who confesses his feelings like that?!  ‘Oh, hey, I’m Prussia, lemme just steal your basil, let you straddle me, get a boner, and then tell you it’s because I like you’!  Are you serious?!”

He laughed. “Well, ja.  I couldn’t do it like some normal loser, could I?  That wouldn’t be awesome at all!” He scratched at his jaw. “Plus, I didn’t really want to tell you today.  I just wanted my sandwich.  But you looked so cute singing to our sandwiches~, I couldn’t resist!”

You sighed then, a hand on your hip, but you quirked a smile up at him. “So, hey.  Are you gonna kiss me or what?”

He grinned. “Hell ja, Fraulein, I thought you’d never ask!”

If you had expected a soft, tender kiss, you would have been sorely disappointed, but luckily, you had actually expected the forceful, passionate way he pressed his mouth to yours.  Expected, yes.  Been prepared for?  No.

The butterflies in your stomach came to life so abruptly you actually thought you were sick for a second before you realized you were just excited for the kiss.  You grabbed him back, and in no time at all, the two of you found yourselves back on the floor, hands tangled in hair, bodies pressed together, and tongues twining.

You heard the door open just then, and you hissed, “Son of a cunt!” while Prussia growled, “Scheisse, I’m not missing out on this!”

Immediately, he scooped you up, sprinted out of the kitchen, and ran up the stairs with you. “Jesus!” You hissed, clutching him tightly to avoid falling.

“’Jesus’ is ein little formal.  Just ‘Gilbert’ is fine.” He grinned.

“Oh my god.” You laughed quietly. “You arrogant, sexy bastard.”

Pulling open the first bedroom door he came to, he grinned as he entered and closed it behind him, heading purposefully toward the bed. “Speaking of bastards…let’s go make one, ja?  Or I guess we can just practice.”

“Gil, honey…are you sure about this?  Because I’m pretty sure it’s just your pickup lines that have been making you strike out.”

He dropped you onto the bed then, jumping in after you, wrapping a hand in your hair and pulling your head back to expose your throat to his mouth.  He nibbled, kissed, and licked you into a panting mess before he brought his lips to your ear to murmur, “I’m sure, Mausi.  I’m sure because I haven’t even tried for ein couple of months now.” (Mausi is a pet name like honey or baby; it means mouse.)

After that, your mouth stopped him from ruining those words by refusing to let any more out of his.

Downstairs, meanwhile, Antonio and Francis had found their lunches.  Francis sighed happily. “Oh, ma belle _____ has outdone herself!  French bread, warm, crusty on the outside and soft on the in, with the most delicately sliced meats I have ever seen and such a lovely garnish!”

“Sí, she really has!” Antonio grinned. “Tomato and mozzarella with balsamic vinaigrette, ahh!”

“I hope she isn’t really lost.” Francis fretted, looking at your [favorite sandwich]. “It was only a couple of weeks ago when she got lost in here for two days.”

“She’s probably just hiding from Gilbert somewhere.” Spain shrugged. “He must not have found her in here or that wurst and cheese on potato bread loaf would be gone.”

“Well, there is no sense in allowing this finely prepared meal to go to waste, non?  She would not want that.”

“No, you’re right.  We better eat.”

They ate, and afterwards, Spain yawned. “Well, I think it’s time for a little siesta.  All this sun has me sleepy.  I’ll catch you later on, okay?”

He waved, and he headed upstairs as France walked back out to the pool.  Francis had just waded in and was preparing to dive under when he heard an unearthly screech, a thud, some Germanic shouting, and high-pitched Spanish prayers.  Wide-eyed, he stared at the house, and he was finally able to make out some female English.

“Toni, you bastard!  There are seven bedrooms in this house; why the hell did you have to pick this one?!  Occupado!”

After a while, Antonio walked out to join France at the side of the pool.  France’s jaw dropped as he looked at Spain’s black eye, and Spain just looked at him in amusement.

“Found them.  Damn, she packs a punch, eh?  They’re, ah…they’re gonna be busy for a while.”

Wrote this forever ago and forgot to post it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Have some Prussia smut!

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The plot belongs to me
Youuuuu belong to APH Prussia: Sparkles 

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PrussiaXReader: Promise Me (Songfic)

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    Gilbert sighs and and stares up over the small city. He doesn’t really want to delve into the minds and souls of the inhabitants, but he doesn’t care enough to stop his urges. Gilbert wasn’t always like this. He was always fallen. Angels sometimes grow curious of the human realm. And sometimes they experiment. Gilbert couldn't stop himself when his first encounter with a human woman came, severing himself from Heaven completely. And he is nothing but a hollow shell. He’s been transformed into an incubus.

    It’s still bright out, so he’s not as strong as he normally would be. If he were to come in sexual contact with anyone right now, he would be visible to them without his consent. So he decides to wander through the city. There are so many people. He sees them everyday. It’s so boring. Germany has become so boring. Humanity has become so boring. No one is special anymore. It sucks because Gilbert used to always prey on the unique. With no one special, what is he but even more hollow than before?

    He walks the streets in silence, invisible to all humans around him. Just one...just one desirable woman was all he really needs. One who would really satisfy the urges he has placed upon himself through his own fault. He wishes to himself just to find one person who could satisfy the gnawing in his chest.

    (y/n) has just moved to a smaller city in eastern Germany. She’s taking an abroad program here and is renting a very small apartment for herself. She has just unpacked everything and now only has one thing to do before she can really settle in. She needs to go shopping for dinner. All she wants is to buy a few things. She doesn’t want to spend too much on her first evening. But her stomach growls keep reminding her that she really is hungry.

    (y/n) steps out onto the street, humming an old tune softly to herself. She wishes that she knew German better than she did. But that was one of the benefits of studying abroad. She could learn just by living here. Her humming grows just a bit louder as she gets lost in her own thoughts. People walking by notice and stare as she passes them. They don’t stare because she’s weird. They stare because her voice is so enthralling. It’s almost mystifying. And it’s enough to catch the attention of something unwanted.

    She doesn’t notice him as he walks in her footsteps. It’s rather hard to notice something invisible and intangible. Something...supernatural. All (y/n) notices is how much hungrier she is when she actually has food in her arms from the market.

    She even sings softly to herself as she cooks. Her voice is so soft, so melodic. She has never thought about chasing a music career, but she would make it if she tried. She finishes her dinner rather quickly and decides to get ready for bed. Everything here seems so perfect. That feels perfect until a strange chill floods her senses. (y/n) isn’t sure where it came from. All her windows are shut and locked tightly. She just shrugs it off and gets to sleep.

    Gilbert isn’t sure how he missed such a beauty. Her (h/l), (h/c) hair. Those bright, (e/c) eyes. And her voice. The second he heard that voice, he was stunned beyond all means. It was like he was in Heaven again. It felt as though he never fell from it in the first place. He hasn’t felt like that in so long. He followed her to her home and watched her silently. She was singing as she cooked her human food for her human body. He stopped watching her eventually and just...listened. And then when the sun had set and the girl was getting ready for bed, he dared to touch her. Gilbert saw how his touch stole the warmth from her entire body, but he couldn’t help himself. He felt himself drawn to her in such a peculiar way.

    Now Gilbert lies next to the girl as she sleeps. He thought that he would want to take her and soil her body. But now that he has felt the reverberations of her voice ringing throughout his very being, he knows he couldn’t debase her so easily. He wants to hear that voice again.  So Gilbert allows his intangible body lie close to hers. “I don’t even know her name,” he whispers to himself. He touches her hair and runs his hand along the curve of her back. Gilbert would love to draw closer to the girl, but he knows that everything he does to her as she sleeps, she will feel in her dreams. He doesn’t want to scare her away yet. He wants to be by her side for as long as he can, just to feel the sensations of her voice.

    (y/n) stirs in her sleep a bit at the touch of the incubus, but she does not wake. Gilbert moves away quickly. It’s all so confusing. He should be able to touch her as he pleases like he has with every other human he has even encountered. So why is he nervous to scare this maiden away when she has yet to even know of his existence? “Frau,” he whispers in her ear. “I vill remain by your side. Vezher you vant me to or not.”

    Day after day, life is rather normal for (y/n). She enjoys going to school. She loves to walk around her new neighborhood. She loves her little apartment that gives her the privacy to sing her little tunes as she picks up after herself and does her homework (which is the one downer to her days in Germany). She even starts applying for jobs within her first week in Germany. She’s just trying to make the most out of her time here.

    But there’s something that confuses her a little. Perhaps it is due to homesickness, or maybe it is just her sheer excitement for the new opportunities presented to her, but (y/n) has been having these dreams. They’re mostly different. But there is a recurring character. She never sees his face. But she hears his voice and she feels his touch against her flesh. The dreams come every night. The man has even begun to whisper her name before consciousness takes over her. She doesn’t mind the dreams so much. (y/n) just...wishes that she knew what they meant.

    She can carry on with her daily routine, working and singing softly to herself, with or without the thoughts of the man resting on her mind. She doesn’t find it harmful to think of the man. She only wishes that she knew his name. She wants to name him herself, but everything she’s come up with doesn’t suit him very well.

    (y/n) sighs and tries to think of something else for a little while. But when one character is haunting your dreams every night, it’s hard to set the thought of him aside. After a while, (y/n) understands that she can’t get the sound of his voice out of her head.

    And Gilbert. He can’t bare to be away from (y/n). He hates it when she’s silent. The sound of her voice floods his senses. It makes his black wings feel white again. It reminds him of the sweet smell of Heaven. He has found himself enjoying the look on her (s/c) face when her (e/c) eyes light up at the thought of him residing in her dreams.

    And every night, when she’s asleep, he whispers to her. He’s even confessed to her a few times what he is. How he failed his brothers in Heaven. How it is her voice alone that reminds him of the sweeter existence. Gilbert has come to accept the fact that he will never soil (y/n). He cherishes the feelings that she gives him too much to allow his own urges to destroy them.

    The hardest thing for Gilbert to come to terms with is that (y/n) will only be by his side in her dreams. If she saw the monster--the demon that he truly is, there would be no reason for her to sing for him anymore. But he wants so badly to truly hold the human in his arms. It’s a feeling that he’s never felt before. He’s not quite sure how to handle it.

    “Frau,” he whispers in her ear one night. “(y/n)...” He dares to stroke her soft, (h/c) hair. “I vant you to know zhat I am more zhan just a dream,” he murmurs. “(y/n)...I’m an incubus...a demon. But I vould never hurt you…” he confesses softly. All the demon can hope for is that (y/n) will not spite him for he has told her. He stays by her side until the sun rises, humming a simple tune of his own in her ear.

    When (y/n) wakes up the next morning, all she can hear in her head are the things that Gilbert told her. She can’t get his voice out of her thoughts. And that song he was singing in her head, that is the worst. All day she finds herself humming, unable to rid herself of the infectious earworm. And then, as she was making herself another lonely dinner, she finally put words to his tune.

    “In sleep he sang to me,” she murmurs to herself, unknowingly catching the attention of the incubus who wove the tune into her very being, “in dreams he came.” The entire apartment chills as Gilbert grows more conscious of her voice. “That voice which calls to me,” (y/n) pauses slowly and looks around for the presence she can suddenly feel in her kitchen, “and speaks my name.

    She follows the patterns on the floor to find the silhouette of a man. “And do I dream again? For now I find,” smoke begins to rise from the shadow, “the demon of the night is there…” (y/n) pauses and stares as the shadows and smoke begin to form a man. “inside my mind.

    Gilbert feels himself drawing pieces of a physical body together by the sound of her voice. He wants to finally answer her sweet tones. “Sing once again with me,” his voice rings out for the first time in centuries, “our strange duet.” He can feel the chilling smoke form a body as he finally responds to (y/n)’s enthralling voice. “My power over you,” he feels himself smirk slightly, “grows stronger yet.

    (y/n) stares up at him in shock as synthetic skin begins to cover the smoke. She looks behind her to see if she might escape from the demon she has called into her home. Gilbert notices and tries not to sneer at her. “And though you turn from me to glance behind,” he reaches out to her with a pearly arm, “the demon of the night is there…” His humanoid eyes finally open, glowing a frightening crimson and allowing him to finally look upon (y/n) as a benign creature might, “inside your mind…

    (y/n) blushes as she stares up at the alluring face. Of course an incubus would be so fascinating. She knows how that face has led others to their doom. Yet she stands firmly before the demon, replying in her angelic tones. “Those who have seen your face,” she sings softly to the incubus, “draw back in fear.” She blushes to herself as she sings words she’s never thought to say before, “I am the mask you wear…

    Gilbert replies more earnestly than he dreamed he would. “It's me they hear.

    (y/n) steps forward toward what she knows to be a demon, fearless as she’s always been. Yet she’s surprised to hear her next words matched by his. “Your spirit and my voice in one combined,” (y/n) can’t stop herself from reaching out to take his porcelain hand.

    She stops herself from making contact. “The demon of the night is there…

    Gilbert cringes at her hesitation, but continues as though he can’t help himself, “inside your mind.

    (y/n) let’s her conscious go as she grasps onto the demon’s hand. Gilbert feels warmth flooding his senses as he pulls her close. He swears he can hear both angels and demons whispering in his head. He's there the demon of the night. He only hopes that (y/n) doesn’t hear them as well. Beware the demon of the night.

    Gilbert holds her closer to his pseudo-body and whispers softly in her ear. “In all your fantasies,” he draws back a bit so that he can look into her sparkling (e/c) eyes, “you always knew…” He looks her over and finds only sincerity. “That man and mystery…

    (y/n) blushes under his gaze and sings softly, “were both in you.

    Gilbert lowers his face to hers, relishing in the fact that this angel is singing to him. They join tones again, whispering the same words. “And in this labyrinth where night is blind...” (y/n) draws back a bit to look into the demon’s eyes again. “The demon of the night is here…

    “...inside my mind,” (y/n) finishes with a voice that surges feeling into Gilbert’s brittle bones.

    He wraps his arms around her and nuzzles his face into her neck. To have such soft, warm flesh welcome him close so innocently is something so satisfying. He brings his cold lips to her ear once again, murmuring, “Sing, my angel of music…

    (y/n)’s (e/c) eyes widen and she pulls away softly. “Who are you?” she asks. “What was that?”

    “I suppose my human name is Gilbert,” the demon replies as he stares back into her eyes. “Oh don’t know how you have completed me...such a sveet how zhe angels used to sing in Heaven.”

    (y/n) reaches up to touch his stoney face. “You’re a demon...and you’re not going to hurt me? How does that happen?”

    “Not all Fallen seek zhe destruction of souls, (y/n),” Gilbert tells her softly. He nuzzles her neck again. “Vill you let me stay vizh you?”

    “O-of course…” (y/n) replies quietly. There’s no way she can sever her ties with this monster now. Not after what had just come over the two of them.

    Gilbert stays by her side as much as he can. He begins to simulate human life. The urges that comes with being an incubus slowly fade to the back of his mind. (y/n) can complete him with much more than just her voice. Her kindness and gentle nature rub off on the demon quite a bit. Though he can’t exactly help himself sometimes...Gilbert knows that he can never hurt (y/n). He does touch her on occasion, but that always comes with a smack to the head from his victim.

    (y/n) does like having him around though. Gilbert can be lazy. And he does like “vhat you humans call alcohol.” But he does swear to protect (y/n) to the best of his abilities. He offers her a strong companion. A strange companion, but a good one nonetheless. He loves to act like a human more than he thought he would. (y/n) even makes him get a job at an animal shelter. It doesn’t take long before he brings in a cute little bird home.

    And the two are always humming and singing to each other when they are home. Gilbert’s face always looks so peaceful when (y/n) whispers a tune in his ear. She loves the look his crimson eyes get. “(y/n),” Gilbert calls to her one day. He sneaks behind her and wraps his chilled arms around her waist. “How is my favorite human?”

    “What are you doing?” (y/n) asks as she stares down at his hands. “Are you ok, Gil?”

    He smiles at the nickname she has given him. “Come vatch one of zhose human movies vizh me tonight.” He pulls her close and drags her to the couch. “We haven’t bonded today, frau. Let’s do zhat now.”

    “What are you talking about?” (y/n) asks as he pulls her on top of him on the couch. “Is this your demon side coming out?”

    “Shush, nein,” Gilbert grumbles. “I only vant to be close to you. Is that so bad?”

    “I suppose not…” (y/n) grumbles. Gilbert pulls her closer and runs his fingers through her (h/c) hair. “What do you want, Gil?”

    “Vill you do somezhing for me?” he asks her quietly.

    “What is it?”

    “Sing, my angel of music…
So this is my entry for this musical contest

This is also the first songfic I've ever done...not sure if I did it right...

The song is "Phantom of the Opera" from Phantom of the Opera
I had to replace "Phantom of the Opera" with "demon of the night" so that I could make the story more my own.

I don't own the song
I don't own Hetalia
I found the picture on tumblr :3
(So I don't own that either)
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    "No no no. You have to button this shirt up," he told her sternly.

    (y/n) raised a brow at her older brother and crossed her arms over her chest. "There are no buttons on this shirt, Arthur."

    Arthur glared at his little sister before looking away. "Then you should change your shirt. Wearing something like that will give the wrong idea to all those perverts out there looking to hook up with innocent, abstinent young women like yourself."

    "Arthur," (y/n) hissed at him. "Don't be stupid. This doesn't even show cleavage. Just finish dressing yourself before you start to criticize what I'm wearing, ok?"  

    He huffed at her before returning to his room. He finished getting ready for the day and headed downstairs to have breakfast with his little sister. Arthur was kind of in a mood when he woke up, but (y/n) wasn't helping much.

    "I'm gonna put (f/c) streaks in my hair," she told him.

    "No you are not. You're a high schooler, not some punk rocker," he grumbled.

     "Arthur!" she growled. "You're not Dad. Stop telling me what to do all the time."

    "Someone has to look out for you," he retorted. "And since I'm your older brother, I guess it has to be me."

    "I don't need you looking out for me," she replied as she stood up. "Arthur...please..."

    "Come now," Arthur said quietly, standing up. "We're going to be late to school if we don't leave soon."



    (y/n) stepped out of her brother' scar and headed over to her friends. She didn't have too many classes with them this year so this was one of the few times she got to hang out with them. It's one of her few chances to complain about her brother to someone other than her brother.

    "So has anyone asked you out to the dance yet?" Bella asked her friend with a bright smile.

    "No. Not yet," (y/n) murmured. "But it doesn't really matter. Arthur would never let me go no matter who asked me."

    "Don't be silly. I'm sure if it was someone nice like Matthew he would let you," Bella told her reassuringly.

    "I highly doubt that," she muttered under her breath.

    The bell rung and everyone had to get to class. (y/n) made her way to English, grumbling to herself the entire time. Bella might have been on to something. Her brother was nearly as insane as Arthur yet she could go to the dance with Toni, a guy her brother hated. Well, it didn't matter anyway because no one had asked her to go to the dance yet.

    She sat at her desk, which was surrounded by people she couldn't care less about. Someone poked her shoulder rather roughly from behind. (y/n) turned around and glared at the guy who had poked her. "Hey. What are you doing?" she asked him quietly.

    "Vell, frau," her albino classmate called back with a smirk. "I zhought zhat you deserved to see mein awesome face zhis morning is all it vas."

    "Well that's very kind of you," (y/n) replied with a sarcastic snort. "But I would appreciate it if you would refrain from doing that once class actually starts, Gilbert."

    "You know mien awesome name? I'm so touched, (y/n). I must be more awesome zhan I zhought."

    "Yeah, that's what it is," (y/n) replied. She and Gilbert weren't the closest of friends, but they had always been able to joke around with each other before and sometimes during class. "Is there a reason you're being more annoying than usual today?"

    "Ja, I alvays have a reason to be annoying," he told her with a smirk. "I vant you to go to zhe dance vizh me."

    "Wait...what?" (y/n) asked him quietly. She hadn't expected anyone to ask her--especially with her brother threatening to poison anyone who did with his cooking. "Gil...are you serious?"

    "Ja. Vhy vould I joke about somezhing like zhat? Zhat vould be so unawesome, you know."

    "So you are serious?"

    "How many times do you vant me to say it?"

   "Alright Gil, you don't have to be so sassy," (y/n) retorted. "I'll go with you if you really want me to."

    "Zhat' so kind of you," he said with a wink. "Vear somezhing nice for me, ja?"

    "Yeah I'll try," (y/n) told him. She laughed and turned back to face forward. Now she had a date. All she had to worry about was her brother. She didn't even want to tell Arthur about it. He would probably tie her up to prevent her from going to the dance with anyone--especially someone like Gilbert.

    (y/n) had to admit it to herself. She was happy that Gilbert had been the one to ask her out. Ok, maybe she was a little more than happy. She hadn't even admitted it to herself yet that she had a crush on the eccentric albino.

    That made her start to question things. How long had she had feelings for the guy? Why did she have feelings for him? He was certainly unique. But he was incredibly egotistical. Yet he was also kindhearted. Maybe that was it.
    "I should go buy a new dress...huh?" (y/n) asked herself quietly. "It's a it shouldn't be anything too fancy...but it can still be something cute..."

    "Excuse me?" someone called from the doorway. "Are you talking about the dance this Friday?" Arthur asked her quietly. "You're actually going? With whom, might I ask."

   "Just a friend, Artie," she said with a nervous smile. "Please calm down."

    "Just calm down?" Arthur asked her quietly. "Fine...I...I'm sorry for getting into your business so much."

    "You're just trying to look out for me, right? It's fine," (y/n) told him quietly.

    "If I don't look out for you, no one will..." Arthur grumbled. "So you should let me do my job sometimes, ok?"

    "You worry too much," she replied. "Arthur...please..."

    "Who is the guy you're going with anyway? It sounds like you like him as more than just a friend," Arthur asked her quietly.

    "I do not!" (y/n) cried. It was embarrassing to talk to her brother about boys anyway. She slammed the door in his face and proceeded with her daydreaming.

    Arthur stood on the other side of the door in silence. Was (y/n) that afraid to tell him who she liked? He was always in her business...but that was just because he didn't want her getting hurt. She had only dated one guy before and it ended in complete heartbreak. He didn't want to see her so depressed ever again. So Arthur made a vow to himself to protect (y/n) from heartbreak as best he could. He thought he was doing a pretty good job too.

    "So I'll pick you up seven, ok?" Gilbert told (y/n) as she sat down in her seat the next day. "Ve can meet zhe guys at zhe dance."

    "I think it would be better to just carpool, you know?" she replied nervously. "Gas prices these days..."

    "Vell I guess if you vant ve can do it zhat vay. But ve von't get much privacy."

    "I didn't know we would be needing privacy," (y/n) told him as she raised a brow. "What for, might I ask."

    "It's supposed to be an awesome surprise for you, frau."

    "Is that so?"

    "Ja. Don't vorry so much like your big bruder. I can be a gentleman vhen I vant to."

    "I'll believe that when I see it."

    Gilbert scoffed at her and stuck his tongue out as she turned around. He stared at the back of her head for a while as he thought about how things after the dance would go. He hoped that she would be compliant to say the least. Things could go so well.

    After class, Gilbert was about to smack (y/n)'a butt as she left, but he decided against it for obvious reasons. Instead, he shoved her away playfully and walked in the opposite direction, giving her a wink as he walked.

    He met up with Antonio and Francis at their lockers. Francis was usually the first one there after this class but he was a little late. He looked a little disheveled too.

    "What happened to you, amigo?" Antonio asked him with an oddly cheerful smile.

    "Zhe girls still can't manage to take no for an answer?" Gilbert asked him with a smirk.

    " new lab partner is zhe devil incarnate..." he replied wearily. "I zhink 'e's still chasing me..."

    "You bloody frog!" Arthur screamed from down the hall. "You better get back to the Anatomy room and help me clean up that mess!" Arthur came storming towards the three and grabbed Francis by his hair. "I cannot believe you could be so inconsiderate!"

    "Of all zhe people you could upset, you had to go vizh Kirkland?" Gilbert asked his friend tiredly. "Sometimes I zhink zhat I've surrounded myself vizh awesome idiots." He looked at the clock on the wall and sighed. "I'll see you losers later. See you Friday, Artie!"

    "And why is that?" Arthur called after him, his hands on his hips.

    "Because...I'm taking your sister to zhe dance? Vhy else vould I see you outside of school?" After rolling his eyes, he turned and made his way to his next class.

    Arthur was left speechless. So that was why (y/n) didn't tell him who she was going with? It was that obnoxious, womanizing freak? Did she actually like him? No. She couldn't. He tries his hardest to teach her to not give a damn about scum like him. But she was still going to the dance with him. Arthur had to stop this. He couldn't let (y/n) do this to herself.

    "(y/n)!" he screamed as he walked through the door. "You can't be serious about your date to the dance!"

    (y/n) was in her room, trying on a new dress. "What are you talking about?" she called back.

    "Gilbert Bielschmidt?" Arthur nearly screamed. "Is this some kind of a sick joke?"

    "Gil happens to be very nice to me, Arthur."

    "That's because he wants to get into your pants!" he yelled back. Arthur stood in the doorway and glared at (y/n). She looked so stunning in her dress. Too stunning. "Seriously, love. You don't think he has some hidden motive? He and Elizaveta just broke up. You don't think he's just using you to fill that void?"

    "Um...Arthur? He and Liz have been broken up for almost a year now...I think he's ok," she retorted.

    "But you've seen how he treats girls! He doesn't care about anyone but himself and his penis--which I highly doubt is nearly as large as he says it is."


    "He probably just invited you today so that he could have fresh meat to grope at the dance! How could you be so stupid!"

    "Arthur! You're wrong about him so shut up! Don't talk to me!" She slammed the door in his face once again.

    By the time the dance actually rolled around, (y/n) wasn't as happy to go as she was at the beginning. All of Arthur's words made sense. Gilbert had always been a player. The only time he had ever been serious about anyone was when he was dating Liz. He had probably asked her out and she turned him down. That meant that (y/n) was just some replacement...just some meat he could grope at the dance like Arthur said. It made her feel sick. She thought she looked so ugly in her new dress.

    Gilbert decided not to carpool. He kept saying things about privacy which made (y/n) feel even worse. If he even tried to cop a feel, she would be out of there before he even felt the pain of her foot popping his testicles. (y/n)  came outside to meet him. "Arthur's in a mood," she said quietly as she got into the car. "You don't want to go inside."

    "Vell...let's not let him ruin our fun tonight, ok? Zhat vould be totally unawesome." He smiled at her and began driving to school.


    "You vant to dance?" Gilbert asked her after a while. "You don't look like you're having much fun..."

    "I've been thinking..." (y/n) murmured. "Why did you ask me to the dance?"

    "Vhat? Vhy are you asking?"

    "It's not like you," she told him quietly. "Are you expecting to get something out of me? Because I'm not like the girls you chase."

    "Hey. Vhat are you going on about?" Gilbert asked her. He was certainly shocked, but a little pissed as well. "Vhy did you say yes if zhat's how you feel about me?"

    "You didn't answer my question," (y/n) grumbled. "Was it because no one else said yes? Was Liz too busy?"

    "Hey! Shut up!" Gilbert nearly yelled. If the music was any quieter, people would have stopped to listen. "She has nozhing to do vizh anyzhing!"

    "Then why are you getting all defensive?" she yelled back. "Why did you ask me to the dance?"

    Gilbert looked away from her. This wasn't how he planned for things to happen.

    "You know what? Just take me home. I was stupid to say yes to you in the first place."

    "Fine. You ruined my night too," Gilbert spat as he got up.

    "You still haven't even answered my question," (y/n) murmured as she followed him out to the parking lot. "And I don't know why we couldn't car pool either."

    "Vhy does it matter now? Vhy did you even say yes? You obviously don't like me at all."

    "That has nothing to do with it," (y/n) murmured. "I just know that you don't like me. Not the way I had thought you did when you first asked me out, anyway."

    "How zhe hell do you know how I feel about you?"

    "Please, Gil. I'm nothing like the girls you usually go for."

    "I know zhat--"

    "Were you expecting me to be?"

    Gilbert scoffed as he got into his car. "Shut up. You vere happy to be my date earlier. Vhat changed since then?"

    "Nothing's changed. I've just remembered  who you are."

    " suck more zhan your bruder."

    "Don't talk about my brother! He's just looking out for me!"

    "Vait." Gilbert pulled over and stopped the car. "Did he say somezhing about me? Is zhat vhy you're being so unawesome right now?"

    "What are you talking about? I just want to go home, Gilbert," she grumbled.

    "Vait. I have somezhing to say and you need to hear mein awesome words, ok? Your brozher is an idiot. Vhatever he told you about mien intentions vas wrong. I...I liked you, ok? Not zhe same vay zhat I like other girls..."

    "What's that supposed to mean," (y/n) grumbled.

    "I asked you out because I vant a serious relationship vizh you, ok?" He blushed hard as he looked away. "Zhat's vhy I didn't vant to carpool or anyzhing...I vanted to ask you out after an awesome night at zhe dance. But zhat didn't happen. And you seem to hate me."

    "I...I don't hate you...I just...listened to my brother for once."

   Gilbert chuckled quietly and continued driving home. "That vasn't very awesome. He must really hate me zhen."

    "No...he just...he doesn't want me to get hurt."

    "Do you zhink zhat I vould be so unawesome to hurt you?" he asked her, acting insulted.

    (y/n) giggled and looked out the window. "Sorry for ruining the dance for you."

    "Zhat place vas full of losers anyvay. I probably vould have chickened out like a little girl at zhe end of zhe night anyway instead of asking you out."

    "You still haven't really asked me out, Gil," (y/n) reminded him as he pulled into her driveway.

    "Zhen let me do zhat now," Gilbert called before she could leave the car. "But I'm going to be awesome about it. I'm going to take you to a fancy restaurant if you'll let me."

    "That sounds lovely," (y/n) replied with a smile. "You have my number. Text me when you've completed your awesome plan." She kissed his cheek before leaving the car and heading inside.

    She walked inside and sat down on the couch, smiling happily. Arthur came down from his bedroom and stared at her. "Did you have fun."

    "Not really, but I think I'm going to," she replied as she looked up at him.

    Arthur scoffed and folded his arms across his chest. "And what the bloody hell is that supposed to mean."

    "I think..." she started as she stood up. "I think I just got a new awesome boyfriend."

    "You're not serious--"

    "Don't worry so much,'re still mien awesome bruder."

    "My God, (y/n)...please don't..."

    (y/n) lunged at her brother and hugged him tightly. "Thank you for looking out for me, Arthur. Things worked out perfectly because of you."

    "That doesn't make me feel any better..."

    "Shut up and let me hug you."
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I tried to keep Prussia in character and it might not be as dramatic as you had hoped, but I hope you like it.

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    My hand grazed over things, some sharp, others smooth, but I felt something kind of... rough? I grasped the object firmly and pulled it out. It was a folded piece of paper. I opened it to see something drawn on it. I turned the paper a couple times, trying to make sense of the black lines.
    "... Okay I have no idea what this is," I declared. A second later it was snatched up by Alfred as he scrunched up his eyes, trying to figure out what is as well.
    "Okayyyy, who put in the picture of a rock?"
    "It's not a rock! It's mein awesome picture of Gilbird!" I turned to look at a albino man with a yellow bird sat upon his head. I stared at the bird and OH. MY. GOD. It was just the cutest thing!
    "Heh, sorry Gilbert, but to be fair you really suck at drawing." Gilbert started to pout a little at this, but his smile came back a moment later as his eyes landed on me.
    "Kesesese~ I bet your just jealous, because I get to be alone with this your hot best friend," Gilbert said, smirking a little at the end. Alfred just stared at him.
    "Ya, okay dude. Whatever you say." Alfred then pushed us in the closet and closed the door. It was quiet for a couple seconds, until I spoke up.
    "So, that bird on your shoulder is Gilbird?"
    "Kesese, yea, I found him a couple years ago. Some unawesome idiot left him on the street to starve." I could sort of see in the dark and I could make out Gilbird with wide, sparkling eyes. I couldn't help it anymore and took Gilbird quickly, but carefully, off Gilbert's shoulder.
    "He is just SOOOO CUTE!" I giggled as Gilbird chirped and nuzzled his head against my cheek. While I was so busy with Gilbird, I didn't notice it become completely quiet in the closet. Then I felt something grab my butt. Everything froze. I turned to see Gilbert with a smirk and his hand on the back of my jeans (Your butt). I deadly glare could be felt throughout the closet and I set Gilbird on my shoulder.

~Outside the Closet~

    "It's been really quiet in there. Do you think the chicka is okay?" Antonio asked, looking over at Alfred.
    "Trust me, the dudette can take care of herself."
    "Are you su-"
    "GILBBBBBEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRT!" A harsh yell came from the closet and there were a bunch of crashes and Gilbert yelling something about his 'awesome face being too awesome to punch.' Alfred looked back over at Antonio.
    "Told you so."

    I walked out the door, saying goodbye to my newly become friends.
    "Hey, [Name]?" I turned to see Elizaveta with a drunk Gilbert by her side, "can I borrow your car? I want to take Gilbert home so he doesn't get into any trouble." I stared for a moment.
    "I'll take him home."
    "What? Oh, that's not necessary [Name]! I can do it."
    "Nah, it's fine. I was going home, anyways. Just tell me where he lives and I'll take him home." After a LOT of convincing, Elizaveta finally let you take Gilbert. She told you the address and went back in Alfred's house for the rest of the party. I got Gilbert into the passenger seat and got into mine. Looking over, I sighed. 'Right he's drunk. Of course he won't be able to put his seat belt on.' I reached across the small gap between the driver's seat and the 'shot gun' seat. Unbeknownst to you, Gilbert was completely sober and was staring at your breasts (If you are a girl, you can understand wearing a low top and bending over, right?).
    The ride was pretty quiet, except for the couple of slurred (acting) drunkard in the seat next to me. I got to Gilbert's house and hopped out of my car. I went to Gilbert's side and helped him out and to the door. As I tried the handle, I realized it was locked. I looked under the welcome mat and in the plant by the door. Nothing. I then looked back at Gilbert, who was having a (fake) staring contest with the wall. 'He must have his keys on him.' I walked over and told him to stand still as I reached into his pockets, searching for the metal object. I finally found it stuck under his phone. I turned and unlocked the door. I turned back to get Gilbert inside, when a pair of lips crashed into mine. I noticed there was no alcoholic smell or taste in his mouth. 'He was sober the whole time?!'
    "Thanks for the pat down, [Name]." He placed a piece of paper in my hand and walked inside, closing the door behind him. I looked down at the paper.
    Call me. 453-473-9587  -Gilbert. (Fake number... don't actually call it) Underneath the writing was another badly drawn Gilbird.

Ich liebe dich.
(I love you.)
It's the awesome Prussia!!!!


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'Ugh I hate this!' I thought, while burying my head into my arms so I didn't have to suffer the torture of my straight best friend flirting with other

girls. 'Why couldn't I be a girl? I would at least have a chance then..'.
Ever since last Saturday, he has been ignoring me. I knew he would be all freaked out about it.
//Flashback-Last Saturday//
I had to do it. It was now or never and this was the perfect chance.
"Gil, I uh I need to tell you something.." I said stuttering from all the nervousness bubbling up inside me.
"Shoot" He said turning to face me. 'Oh no! You couldn't have just stayed with your back to me?! It would've made it easier! I don't know how to phrase it now!'.
"I'm uh well I-I" I stopped, biting down on my lip, trying to set all the words that were flying about in my head, straight.
"C'mon [m/n], spit it out!"

"I'm gay." I said seriously, looking Gilbert straight in the eyes waiting for some sort of reaction. Unfortunately, the one I got wasn't exactly the one I wanted. Gilbert was laughing and it was getting increasingly louder, "Kesesese~ That was a fantastic joke, [m/n]!".

Upon seeing the hurt look on my face, his eyes widened, "It is joke, isn't it?".

"No! It isn't! You're such an dummkopf, Gil!" I shouted, flying to my feet, tears stinging my eyes. Gilbert flinched at my shouting since I don't usually raise my voice, I'm quite a quiet person. "Look [m/n], calm down. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, I just never saw you as being you know..." He said, trailing off while stratching the back of his neck nervously.

"You can say it, you know" I mumbled, wiping the stray tears from my eyes.

"Say what?".

"You can say that I'm gay, I'm not scared of who I am..."

"But [m/n], why did you tell me?" Gil asked, looking perplexed. My face flushed, my heart began beating so fast, it was sounding like a drum. "I uh, I-I told you because I-Gil, I like you!" I exclaimed, my face turning a deeper red as watched, yet again, for his reaction but nothing came.

In the end, we ended up sitting in his house in silent and when I texted him the next morning, he didn't even bother to answer.

//Flashback End//

I sighed. Sometimes I really hate life, it can be really cruel. Losing my best friend all over a stupid crush. "I regret even telling him.." I mumbled to myself

"Telling who what, dude?"

'Great, this is all I need!' I thought, turning my head to Alfred who was sitting next to me eating a burger, as per usual. "Never mind, I was just talking to myself" I mumbled.

"No dude, I can tell something's wrong. Tell the hero, maybe he can help you out!" He exclaimed loudly, grinning as he took another bite of his burger.

"Okay, I'll tell you but promise you won't tell anyone else?"

"I promise".

"I'm gay and I-" I got cut off by Alfred's sudden choaking on his burger. I slapped his back as hard as possible but it didn't let up, his face was slowly turning blue like he'd ate one of Arthur's scones. Thankfully, a bit of burger flew across the table from my last slap, as he slowly regained his breath.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Dude, your gay?! Are you sure, I mean have you even kissed a guy?!" He shouted loudly, drawing attention to me. All the chatter in the canteen stopped as everyone turned to me. My face slowly turned red with anger. "Thanks a lot, Al!" I spat before getting up hastily and walking towards the exit of the canteen. "What're you all looking at?!" I shouted, my voice filling the room. "Don't you all have something better to do?!".

All the students turned back to each other, a hushed whisper came over the hall. My eyes clouded over again as I broke into a run, heading for the boys toilets. I slammed the door open so hard, a cracking noise echoed as it hit the wall. I rushed over the sink, splashing my face with cold water, trying to hide the fact I was crying although everyone would be able to tell because my eyes were red.

I mumbled to myself, not hearing someone else enter the bathroom. "Are you okay, [m/n]?". I turned to find Gil standing in the doorway. "Why'd you even care?" I spat, turning back around. "You've ignored me for 5 days!".

"I'm sorry, [m/n]. I didn't mean to ignore you, I just needed time to get over the shock and to sort out how I felt" Gil answered, his voice gradually getting quieter.

"Wait, what do you mean sort out your feelings? I thought you were-" My sentence was interuptted again but this time, not by choaking, it was by someone lips upon mine. That someone was Prussia. I pushed against his body, trying to get him off but it didn't work seeing as he was built and I wasn't, he was stronger. He broke apart from me, feeling me struggle.

"I thought this was what you wanted! Mein gott, [m/n]. You're so fustrating!"

"This is what I wanted but I'm not sure about aren't playing some sort of sick joke on me, are you?" I asked, uncertain, tears prickling my eyes again.

"No, no I promise I'm not" He reassured me, stepping forward and wiping the tears from my cheeks. "Ich liebe dich, [m/n]. I think I always have but I just never noticed before".

"Ich liebe dich auch" I said smiling up at Gilbert. That was the day I realised, love is complicated.
I feel like I should shove my self into a box and hide away forever or ever drown in the sea. I'm sorry for this terribly crappy one shot I have wrote. Its the first Male!Reader I've ever done and I don't think I'm ever going to do one again. Gahh, I feel so embarrassedYuri Nakamura (Embarrassed) [V1] . Anyway, try to enjoy this as much as possible. I understand if you don't enjoy it at all, I may delete this eventually anyway.

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"Ohhh _______" The voice echoed through the dark alley, it was dark and damp outside, but you payed attention to one thing and one thing only, getting away from him.

"Come out, come out where ever you aaare" You hear as heavy footsteps splash in water on the pavement.

"YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CANT HIDE" He yells with an amused laugh, he was mocking you, walking slowly, letting you have your 'fun'

You run, your feet only a split second on the ground, tap tap tap the water drips through the pipes and onto roofs of the houses shielding the alley from the few cars driving on the road at this time.

"Here kitty kitty" his voice echo's

Your mind is driven mad, this effect, it's all happening and you're not dreaming… and you hate it. You keep jogging, anything to make sure your alone. You get so tired you slow your pace, out of breath panting like a dog. You stop and lean against the cold damp brick, your (favorite color) hoodie completely wet, your (hair color) hair gently dripping the cold H2O.

"There you are, _______" He says, emphasizing your name and coming out of the dark shadows, he was soaked, like you, bright red eyes peaking and glaring at you from his dark shades, a mysterious smirk on his mouth, he looked harsh already, even 10 feet away. The rain blurred your vision so you could hardly see, not to mention you felt dizzy from the running. Clutching your head, back against the wall you slide down, and open your mouth, ready to yell but BAM

"Don't even think about it" he says, his thick baseball bat against the wall right beside your head. "Not like anyone would hear you anyway" he shrugged
You look up at the man, not even making a sound; you try to make an effort to stand up. He pulls back on the bat and rests it on his shoulder by the nail-free area near the base.

[time skippppp~]

You... wake up?

You awoke in a house much like a cabin, old school but yet modern, it had a dark couches, the walls being dark wallpapers like from those Sherlock Holmes movies, the library-style. You were scanning the room for any tick of realizing where you were when you looked at the door and saw him standing, leaning against the brown wooden frame.

"Hello my dear _______" he mused with that dark tone of his. You manage to yell, or should I say shriek for help, but it was useless, outside the window it was dark and looked like the woods.

"OH LORD WILL YOU EVER SHUT THE HELL UP" he said banging his head against the wood he was leaning on, but then looked back at you. "Tell me _______, would you like a classic bat to the head," he said admiring his nail-struck beaten old bat "or a knife" he said glancing over to display case of expensive looking and sharp army knives.

With him there you felt like you couldn't talk, just whimper at the most. "A-Al…?" you finally chocked up. From all the things running through your mind all you could say was his NAME!? Sadly true. You were surprised you knew it, but you remembered why. It was before last night in the rain, he told you to call him Al before you started running…

"Of course now the b*tch is quiet" he rolls his eyes, remarking at your scream from earlier

"Where am I! WHY am I here" you raised your voice at him, jumping off from what you haven't noticed was a couch where you lay.

"OoOh roar" he mocked, laughing shortly. "My name you know, Al is all you can call me." he said placing a hand over his chest like those sassy girls do in the movies when they get blamed and say 'ME!?'.

"But if you must know this is my killer crib" you sunk as soon as you heard his figurative language. He raised his dark shades up onto the top of his head from his eyes, exposing their bright crimson color "to die for isn't it?" he smirked over to you, leaning back on the door frame with his hands behind his head, as if looking, or trying to seem, relaxed.

"L-listen" you started to choke up, but as soon as he shot you a look you froze, but taking a nice short sigh you managed to keep speaking. "Al I-I don't want to be here, let me go, why am I to any use for you? What can I do? Can't you go kidnap Elizaveta or something?" you said looking to your side, not meeting his eyes to make sure you don't get too intimidated.

All you heard was a laugh, deep and probably a serious one. "My poor misled _______, so stupid I shall say" he said while coming up to you, too close for comfort and practically making you face him.You glared into the crimson pool, offended that he called you stupid of all things

"I AM NOT STUPID" you manage to yell, letting him back up, his look still unimpressed, but smirking it all away he raised an eyebrow at you.

"Hm, alright I'll take your word for it"

But you did wonder, why did he want you here, what was his motivation. Obviously he's not a lusty-lovey person so a relationship isn't an option.  A slave? Possible but you knew you were no good at doing work for other people, especially ones that you didn't like so much. So what then?

"You still didn't answer me. What is my purpose of being here?" He stared at you blankly as if you should have known, as if it was SO obvious.

"Answer my question!"

"Figure it out" he said in amusement, twirling his bat out of boredom.

'He hasn't killed me yet… why? Does that mean… Al likes me? NO WAY. Don't think that, _______' you thought. But shaking it out of your mind was easy, since you weren't too fond of him and his ways of 'showing affection'

Hearing a ring startled you, you jumped if you heard the slightest sound now, but it was your cell phone. You stood still, not reaching for it just to keep your head on your body

"Go on I don't mind." He said mischievously. As you slowly reached for your back pocket to get the phone, he said "but, put it on speaker, will you hun" He added with a smirk.

'Great. Let's hope it's not my parents' you thought. Clicking the answer button, you hear a frantic voice. It was your best friend Hillary! [lol yes guys I'M your best friend! Haha. In this case that is]

"_______ where are you!? I was looking everywhere!" She yelled from the other line.
You couldn't help but glare at Al, who was beginning to laugh.

"_-_______?" Hillary asked after hearing the laughing counterpart.

"Hillary, I'm here, but-"

"She slipped out from under your own nose I see." Al said chuckling like everything was a big joke to him.

"_______, who is that?" Hill said flatly, her voice fading into a serious tone you hardly ever heard before.

"Me?" He playfully replied, as if his name was a questioning call

"WHAT THE HELL" She loudly yelled through the phone. Your eyes fogged watery. Oh how you missed your friend…

"Hillary please don't come looking for me!"

"What!? But your my best friend I can't leave you like this!"

"It's for your own sake…" you said as you whipped a tear from your cheek. Cry, in front of an evil kidnapper, and worried friend on the line, smooth move _______.

"Aw _______ don't cry, you're not gonna be killed just yet"

"Your dead meat, whoever you are!" you hear from the mobile device "_______, I'll find you, I'll call the cops, just don't worry"

"Hillary…" but when the phone is taken from your hand, you tense.

"Yeah 'kay thanks bye, nice talking to you, Hillary." Al chirps In the microphone before shutting the phone off, slicing the call just like your heart, which sank when you heard Hillary cut off, followed by an annoying beep.

"H-hey!" you annoyingly say Al threw your phone back over his shoulder, hitting the wall but looking unharmed when it lay there on the floor.

"Oops, forgot to mention, I'll call back" he said tapping his chin looking at you from the corner of his mischievous eyes. But all he did was turn around and walk out of the room. What were you supposed to do now!?

… You needed an escape plan…
EDIT: i found the perfect cover picture for the fanfic! 8D -not mine. i found it on photobucket-

Alright i finally decided to come out of my hiding and post this 2P!America x Reader for ya. Yeah there is some swearing, just cuz its Al XD you know....

i love 2P's their so badass :iconiloveitplz:

I will have part 2 up soon. im not sure how far i want to go but this is the 1st part, i will only post part 2 if people want to read more ^^ Also, if you liked it, a favorite would be nice... //shot// KAY MAYBE NOT

Part 1: ~You're Here~
Part 2: [link]
Part 3: [link]
Part 4: [link] [FINAL]

Writing © mine
2P!America and Hetalia © Hidekaz Himaruya
You are Al's. hehe.
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You are in Scotland, you decided this is the place where you'd want to take a vacation. Much to your Boss' reluctant offers in going anywhere else other than that place, he couldn't fight with someone as stubborn as you are.

You have admired the beautiful country for sometime that you wished you lived here, there's nothing wrong in walking around now would it? Till someone hit you with an arrow in the head. You pulled it out and turned around.

"Hey, what's the big idea-!?" You were about to start a fight with that certain person till you saw
it was a red-headed boy who is chuckling from your expression, he is holding a bow. So, it appears this little punk has hit you with it. He's lucky he's just a child or else there'd be something else in store for him, you calm yourself and walked towards him with a fake smile. Not wanting to look like the enemy here.

"Here, next time don't throw it again at strangers, Okay?" You said nicely and gave him the arrow back, the boy stared at you and took his arrow without another word. You were about to continue your strolling but the stubborn child hits you with the arrow again. You twitched and snapped back at him,

"WHAT'S YOUR GOD DAMN PROBLEM YOU LITTLE PUNK!?" You yelled, frustrated. The boy pulls his tongue out as to mock you. Your face became red from anger and chased him to teach him a lesson. But since he was running so fast you couldn't keep up, he was younger than you, what'd you expect?

"What's wrong, Granny? Couldn't keep up?" He joked.

"I am not an old woman! It's just.. Ugh.." You panted and rested for a bit, It's pointless chasing the little red-head. Your eyes widen in surprise when you felt something grope your chest, you look down to see that mischievous kid again.

"H-HEY! YOU PERVERT, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!?" You slapped his hands away from your breasts.

"I thought you were a boy, no wonder you're so weak."

"Well, who are you anyway, kid?"

"I'm Iain Kirkland, The bravest and strongest eldest in my family!" He pointed at himself proudly, you rolled your eyes.

"Well then, 'Iain'. I'm [Name], so if you'll excuse me I best be on my way."

Not giving him another glance you continued your walk, trying to at least enjoy it while it lasts. The young Scotsman on the other hand, followed you around.


"Seriously, kid.. Don't you have siblings to play with?" Giving him an annoyed look, he shrugged in response.

"They have their own things to do, so I'd rather annoy you." You groaned at this but you had no choice but to let the red-head, Iain, follow you. You tried your best to ignore him but he was rather chatty towards you, trying to make small talk while wandering around.

"You have a weird accent."

"Well, you have a weird accent, too." You said back at him.

"You're not from around here are ya?"

"Why, how did you know?" You sarcastically replied at the boy.

"Well, I see foreigner's come here and take pictures and you look like someone not from around here, So where are ya from?" Iain kept asking you questions, common for someone like him who never gone out of his country. You get that a lot whenever you come to visit a certain country.

"Ugh.. I'm from [Country], now will you please stop asking me?"

"Well, just walking is boring!" he whined.

"Where are you even going?" Iain added, still continuing to pester you with questions.

"Anywhere.." You mumbled but it wasn't audible, But suddenly Iain grabbed you in a surprise, heading to the opposite direction that you were taking.

"H-hey! Where are you taking me!?" The young boy turned his head with a smile, "You'll see!"


You both stopped and saw a nice place, A large tree was standing there alone as it's only companion was the green grass that was swaying with the trees, it actually looked real nice, if only you had your camera with you. Iain tugs on your sleeve to get your attention, he jumped around excitedly and wants you to join.

"Come on, let's go and play!" Iain tries to pull you with him, you chuckled and let him do so. You played around like a kid again with the boy, you felt so happy and free unlike now because of your job stressing you with work all the time. It was a nice change.

He taught you all sorts of things that he knows, some games that he liked, stories about Nessie and even about his family. Iain then waved his hand and searched around at his pockets.

"[Name], I forgot to give you something!"

"Hm? What is it?" You smiled at him and bent down. He then pulls something from his pocket which is a necklace and placed it in your hand, you looked it curiously. How did he have this? It looked rather pretty from someone like him to have, you raised your eyebrow at him, "You stole this, didn't you?"

He shakes his head, "No! I'm not a thief!" he replied. You laughed and ruffled his hair, Iain blushes.

"D-don't forget about me, okay!?" You stared at Iain making a adorable face at you with those innocent green emerald orbs and smiled as you gave a nod.

"I will." Iain smiled widely at your response and he puts it around your neck.

"Let's continue playing!"


Your fun lasted quite nicely, you didn't notice that it was already noon, The orange sky fits well with the sunset. But you couldn't stay because sooner or later your boss will be looking for you, probably scolding you again, you sighed. You were sitting in the shade of the tree and beside you, the little red-head has fallen asleep from playing today. He looked peaceful when he sleeps, you just barely know him and here you are! You pulled something at your pocket and found one earring that you never wore, you couldn't find the other one, but you wondered why you even bothered to keep it anyway.

You shurgged and decided to give it to him as a gift to remember you as you placed it in his hand. You then pet his hair.

"Goodbye, Iain." You bid farewell to your new friend as you stood up and walked back home, preparing to leave tomorrow. You didn't notice the Scotsman sitting up and watching you walk away, saddened that you couldn't stay with him longer. He holds on tightly at the gift that you left for him, a very special one. He also says his goodbye but you would never be able to hear it.

"Goodbye... [Name].."
:iconfryplz: There's no Kid!Scotland fics anywhere.. But will soon change once I introduce this...

Someday, the two of you will meet and then he'll ask you for your hand in marriage. end. Hahah xDD

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Lovino rolled over to a strange girl by his side, and smiled. 'Last night? Oh yeah..' His cellphone buzzed with your ringtone. He picked up and you sounded very groggy and tired. You rubbed your eyes. "So where'd you run off to and with who?" Lovino makes up excuses as he slips his pants up and rushes out the door. You were not the one he'd let go.

'Wake up at 4 am, I hear your ringtone on my cellphone
Pick up and hear you say "So where'd you run off, and with who?"
I make excuses just as readily as I know you do
It's just the one-night stand that I look forward to'

He rushes out the door and drives over. You're still on the phone. Lovino listens to you mutter, "It's 4 o'clock and you're no where to be found... Where did you go Looovii~?" He laughs and just tells you he'll be right over. "You're the only one for me bella. Don't worry." He sweet talks into the phone. You sigh and hang up. You were looking forward to him. Lovino always left "surprises" for you.

'It's so cliche; to say you're my only
But don't you know you're just someone new
Another fling; you were looking for that, too, after all

You want my love, you do, I know that you do
So I will give, I'll give it all up to you
I see it in your eyes, you feel it burning up the room
The taste of my spices is yours today'

Lovino calls you up and tells you to meet him he wants to talk to you in person. You giigle and say you'll be there. He smiles and hangs up. He always gets what he wants, he never loses. He's been with too many girls to lose you. But instead of you being a fling, he treasures you, like a clam does to a pearl. But being in love with you has a price, with you always being suspicious about him. But you truly loved him. You don't want to lose him.

'I call you up and say I want to talk to you directly
You laugh and say you'll meet me soon as you can- right on cue
I've been with lots of girls and I know how to get what I want
So irresistible, there's no way I can lose

It's so cliche; to say you're my only
But don't you know I'm in love with you
Love is war, and I'm not about to give up the game..'

You meet up with him and spot the red markers on his neck. Hickeys? He was out with someone, AGAIN. You let pass by you even though it bothers you. It hurts."So, Lovino.. I see you were busy last night..." You felt tears prick at your eyes. He laughs and shakes it off. "I was not." He avoides your sad stare and looks out towards the street. You snapped. "I'm tired of you lying to me Lovi!" You pushed him back a bit. "You don't deserve me!" So, you left him. Lovino stares at your small figure walking away from him. He would give up everything to have you back by his side. "So, I lost huh?"

'You want my love, you do, I'm sure that you do
So I will give, I'll give it all up to you
I see it in your eyes, you feel it burning up the room
The taste of my spices is yours today

Maybe I'm not so great with feelings and stuff
Experience taught me to give all that up
Everyone else seems so displeasing to me after you
I don't need a heartbreaker girl like you

I want you, you know that I do
So I will give, I'll give it all up for you
I see it in your eyes, you feel it burning up the room
I'll taste of your spices anyway..'
  • Mood: Joy
  • Listening to: SPICE!
  • Reading: Screen
  • Watching: Screen
  • Playing: Half-Life Opposing Forces
  • Eating: Air
  • Drinking: Air
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Child!Reader X Child!Russia

It was a perfect day of summer. The sun was shining down, the birds were chirping, and you were in a right good mood. You had just gone shopping for your mother in town. You turned to walk down your street. As you walked down the street you noticed some people at the door talking to your parents. When you got closer you noticed they had a little boy with them. He had light grayish blonde hair, bright violet eyes and a prominent nose. Your mother noticed you, "(Name) come here I want you to meet our new neighbors the Braginsky's. They will be staying for dinner and this is their son Ivan." She pointed to the boy you had noticed earlier. "Why don't you go play while your father and I talk with Ivan's parents?" "Ok mommy, come on Ivan we can go play in my room." You said as you grabbed his hand. Once you got to your room you turned around and saw his face was dusted pink. "Ivan are you ok, you look like you might have a fever." You said concerned for your new friend. "N-no I'm fine promise… why don't we go in your room now?" he said. "Hey Ivan, do you wanna play house you can be the Papa and I can be the Mama ok?" you asked a big grin on your face. "Uh..Um ok sure." he said blushing again. "Ok since you're the papa you have to go to work now while I take care of the baby k?" "Ok then what do I do?" Ivan asked. "Well then you're going to come home and were going to make dinner." "We should have pirozhiki." Ivan said with a smile. "Ok" you said happily. When Ivan got home from 'work' you got out your play dough and fake food set and had pirozhiki and green beans. "Ok well what should we do now? Ivan asked. "Well we need to put the baby to bed." You said you picked up the baby doll from the high chair and put it in the crib. Then you walked over to Ivan and grabbed his hands. "Do you know what my mama and papa do every night before bed?" you asked. "No, what do they do?" Ivan asked uneasily. "They give each other goodnight kisses." And with that you grabbed Ivan's face and pressed your lips on his. You quickly broke apart and you opened your eyes to see Ivan blushing like mad and looking at the floor, then he looked up at you and said, "I think I need one more goodnight kiss."
Tried writing fluff.
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     You look up from your book when a pounding could be heard at your door. With a frown you marked your place in the book and stood from the couch, stretching your arms as you did so. Sadly you had just gotten comfortable with some tea and a nice book and you weren't expecting anyone to be coming over. 'Who could it be?' you thought with flinched when the pounding at your door became more erratic and louder. "I'm coming, I'm coming! Calm down!" you shouted and walked over to the door, you yanked the door open and the person knocking on your door nearly hit you right in the face with a hand. The man outside your door currently had a bright red nose and looked almost miserable. "What are you doing here? I thought you were sick and staying home with Germany," you said slowly, taking in his appearance. He man laughed, 'kesesesesese' and muttered something about being 'awesome'. "I am sick, so let the awesome me in," he replied and his sorrowful eyes flashed mischievously. Your own ___ colored eyes widened in shock and you stepped back into the house and attempted to slam the door shut. "No way! Get out of here Prussia, I know what you are thinking and it isn't happening! I will not play doctor for you!" you shouted, pressing your weight against the door with all the strength you could muster.

     The sick German leaned against the other side of the door, gradually causing the door to open and making you slide with it. "Come on, you have to help the awesome me in my time of need! We are best friends ___!" he replied with a loud laugh. Gilbird chirped in reply as Prussia gave a large shove to your door which in turn made you stumble away from the door. It is true that you and Prussia are best friends and you have known him for what seems like forever, but even as his best friend, you couldn't stand him at times. "Idiot," you grumbled as you shut the door behind the two of you and locked it. You turned and walked back into your living room to see the German sprawled out on your couch pathetically. 'Let my torture begin' you thought warily. "Just make yourself comfortable," you told him sarcastically which caused the sick man to give you half a grin.

     It had only been twenty minutes into Prussia's visit and he was making your life as hectic as possible. Every two minutes he had a reason to call for you to come back into the living room, some reasons more acceptable than others. "___, I ran out of tissues!" he yelled at one point. You had gladly handed them over and returned to cleaning your house. Another two minutes later he had complained about being bored, two minutes after that he had said he was hungry. His demands just went on and on, and you were losing patience for Prussia very quickly. You walked back into your living room and held out some soup to him. "Here, it should help you feel better," you said gave him half a smile. The man in front of you eyed the soup then looked up at you. "I don't like soup remember? I thought you knew the awesome me," he replied and coughed, causing Gilbird to fall off his head. You took a deep breath and held it for a moment before letting it out. "You have never tried soup so you don't even know if you like it, plus it really will help your cold. Besides I just made it, you can't waste my food," you replied with a tight, forced smile.

     Prussia made a face and eyed the contents of the bowl before coughing again. "No way am I going to eat that," he replied, his red eyes staring into your ___ colored ones. You were tempted to throw the bowl at him as once again you took a deep breath. "If you don't eat this I swear I will have Russia come over," you told him and narrowed your ___ colored eyes at him. You were the only person that seemed to be able to stand being near the large Russian nation. Gilbert looked genuinely shocked by your threat and he gulped before taking the bowl from you. You had provided him several other light meals and snacks that wouldn't upset his stomach and hopefully make him feel better so much quicker. Silently you thanked the stubborn 'awesome' Prussia and you placed another tissue box on the couch beside him.


     The current resident of your house was shouting for you once again. "___! ___! Help me!" he yelled. He actually sounded distressed so you ran down the stairs of your house to the living room. "What is it?" you asked with wide ___ colored eyes. Prussia laughed hard, finding the look on your face to be priceless, his laughing became coughs. "You should have seen your face kesesesese," he told you and blew his nose for the millionth time. He the tissue towards the trashcan you had placed in the room and missed… missed by a very long distance. This wasn't the only tissue, there were tons of tissues littered about your floor, most of them not even close to your trashcan. 'Disgusting,' you thought and eyed all the tissues warily. "You came over and I have now been exposed to your cold, you use up tons of my tissues, eat a lot of my food, have been using all my electronics… could you at least try to keep my house neat?" you asked and groaned. Prussia looked up at you and coughed before waving a hand at you dismissively. "I'm to awesome to clean up messes, besides I'm sick and you are supposed to take care of the awesome me while I rest! Cleaning is not resting!" he argued with a grin. This was the last straw, you walked over to Prussia and yanked him off the couch by his shirt. "Prussia, you pick up your own mess right now, I will bribe you if I have to but I will not be picking up your snotty, dirty, disgusting tissues," you hissed and gave him a shake.

     Gilbird flew off of Prussia's head and landed on your own before giving a little tweet. "Traitor," Prussia grumbled towards his bird then smirked at you, his nose still a bright red. 'She would resort to bribing me huh?' he thought. "How about a kiss if I clean up the mess?" he asked with an even larger smirk. Your ___ colored eyes widened and you released his shirt. The two of you had been friends forever, and you did have a bit of a crush on him even though he could drive you crazy and annoy you like no tomorrow. "B-But you are sick.." you sputtered and moved away from him with a bright red face. He leaned closer to you, his silver white hair lightly falling into his paler than usual face. "So you do want to kiss me? Kesesesese, you didn't want to!  Come on, a kiss is just what the doctor ordered~!" Gilbert taunted as he scooped up tissues off the floor along with paper plates and such that you hadn't noticed due to just how much trash he had scattered about your floor. You had never seen your best friend… in your whole entire life.. clean up so fast. 'Does he like me back or is he just doing this to tease me?' you thought. You wouldn't put it past Gilbert to kiss you just as a prank, who wouldn't be suspicious of a guy that likes to hang out with perverts like Spain and France? The reason you hadn't told him about your crush on him was because you hadn't wanted to ruin your 'awesome' friendship or make anything awkward.

     "L-Look Gilbert… I'm very happy that you are cleaning up and all but I really don't want to get sick.." you started. You were soon cut off by hot lips being pressed to yours.

     Gilbert held back a smirk as your ___ colored eyes widened and you tried to push him away from you.  He wrapped his well built arms more tightly around you and pinned your body to his, causing you to gasp. His tongue slipped into your mouth, deepening the kiss that you couldn't help but return. You tangled your fingers into his silver, white hair, finding it to be much softer than you expected. The two of you pulled away due to the necessity of air and your face became bright red as he studied you with his beautiful red eyes. A squeak escaped your lips with the Prussian tackled you onto the couch, pinning your hands above your head. Gilbert leaned forward so that your faces were only inches apart and he gave you a full, awesome, Prussia grin. "Ich liebe dich ____," he told you and raised his eye brows expectantly. Gilbert had been teaching you German from the moment you two had met, but the language just couldn't seem to click for you. Those words you did understand though, if anything you at least knew what those meant. Who knew that just those words could make some one's heart beat a million miles a minute, and sometimes skip a beat. "I love you too Gilbert Beilschmidt," you admitted with a bright red face.

     His grin became cocky rather than just his 'awesome' grin. "I knew you wanted to kiss me, if you had told me earlier I would have done this so much sooner," he said and pressed his lips to yours again, this time going unexpectedly gentle and sweet with you rather than the first kiss which had been more passionate and forceful. Gilbert released your hands and continued to kiss you and cuddle up with you all day, claiming that the awesome Gilbert only needed you and Gilbird to feel better.


     "___, the awesome me will be taking you to  the movies tonight!" Gilbert told you and flipped his silver hair while watching his reflection in the mirror. A cough was heard through the phone and he blinked his red eyes, dumbfounded. "Are you sick ___?" he asked, a little disappointed but also little amused. You sneezed and he could practically see your ___ colored eyes widening as you shook your head. "No, no, no, don't come over here! I don't feel good and this is your fault in the first place," you told him. Gilbert grinned at his reflection and grabbed Gilbird off of his bed. "You took care of me when I was sick so I will take care of you!" he insisted. You groaned into the phone which only made him laugh. "Look, you played doctor for me so I will play doctor for you! The awesome me can handle it, besides I think it is my awesome boyfriend duty to help you! Just call me Dr. Prussia, I know just the cure for that cold of yours," He told you confidentially. He could imagine your blushing face at the moment. "You need the awesome me and my five meters, kesesesese. Ich liebe dich!" he told you and quickly ended the call before he could hear your reaction.

     "Oh mein gott," you whispered and pulled your bed sheets over your head, using the small German vocabulary that you learned from Gilbert himself. You tossed your phone aside. 'Why do I love that idiotic Prussian? Oh yeah, because he is awesome and caring in his own.. perverted.. Prussian way… Dr. Gilbert.. Ich liebe dich' you thought to yourself.
So this was just a idea that had popped into my head when I saw the new contest for Heta-Therapy. I have a bunch of requests and prizes to do but I wanted to get this idea down before I forgot it and I wanted to make it sure I finished it before school started otherwise I wouldn't have been able to finish it in time. I will now go and work on my requests ;)

Contest entry for :iconheta-therapy: August Contest with the theme of doctor. This is kind of doctor-ish... xD

I don't own Hetalia or Russia, Gilbird, or Prussia. I also don't own the image, it was found on google and if someone made it on DA, just tell me and I will gladly give the image credit.
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Turkey-san unmasking!!:D (Big Grin) 

Hetalia by Himaruya-san!:happybounce: 
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If I die young, bury me in satin
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

You lay on the grass, looking up at the bright blue of the sky, the sunlight adding a glow to the white clouds. You have to squint to look at them, their brightness a little overwhelming for your eyes. Your arm makes a decent pillow as the other clutches a padded covered book to your chest, the grass, no doubt, staining your white summer dress. You don’t care. It’s not like little things like that matter in life, do they?
Your nails catch the light, the pearly colour you applied shining a little. Your MP3 player sends beautiful music to your ears through your ear buds. It manages to take the reality of things away for a short while, anyway, and you appreciate that, despite the growing headache.
“________,” a voice says, just loud enough to hear over your music. You prop yourself up on your elbow and smile as your white-haired best friend approaches you, smiling gently. His red eyes are bright, happy to see you, the pain of seeing you hidden behind.
He comes and takes a seat next to you and you whisper, “Hi, Gilbert.”
He lays back on the grass and spreads his arm out behind you so that when you join him your head is resting on his instead of yours. You start to smile, but tears start to run, too. It hurts.
Gilbert feels your tears on his skin as they run off of your face and drip onto his arm, so he lifts his head to look at you. The next thing you feel is the backs of his fingers wiping away the tears.
He can’t help but whisper, quietly, “Shh. Don’t cry, ________.”
He wants to say more, but he can’t. He can’t tell you it’s okay, because you both know it’s not.
“I’ll miss you,” you say. His arms slide around you to take you into a hug. He can’t begin to tell you how much he’ll miss you.

Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colours, oh,
And life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had just enough time

You both feel the rain gently start to drop from the sky. It’s not heavy at all. Instead it’s very fine – so fine that you barely notice it. It’s enough to cause a rainbow to appear, though. You hear people from further down the hill admiring the colours. Glancing up at Gilbert, you see he’s also studying the arc, silently.
“That’s what I want to be,” you tell him, pointing at it. He frowns, thinking over your words, so you give him a little more, “It’s so I can shine down to let people know I’m safe wherever I go.”
“That sounds nice,” he replies, “I trust that you’ll be fine, though. I don’t need a rainbow to tell me that.”
“…I do…” you mutter, terrified.

If I die young, bury me in satin
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
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had just enough time

No matter how many times people have said you’ll be fine over the last few years, you’ve always been absolutely terrified of what’s going to happen. At first, you were terrified that you’d have a aggressive illness. Once that was confirmed, you were terrified that it would be terminal. Soon to follow after that was the terror of how long it would take, how long you had left and, now, what will happen afterwards. You’ve heard three words many times from friends, family… and Gilbert.
“You’ll be fine, ________”

And I'll be wearing white, when I come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger,
I've never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holdin' my hand,

“What’s that?” he asks, poking the book you still clutch to your chest.
You smile at his curiosity. “Photo album, technically,” you say, resting it on your lap as you sit up with him. It could be classed as an album crossed with a scrapbook. You didn’t intend anyone to see it until you’ve died, but you actually decide for that to change right now, especially since you know Gilbert will be more curious about it, now.
“Awesome. Can I see?”
“It’s… You know, it’s mainly filled with you.”
He looks surprised, but slips his hand into yours as you open the first page, allowing him to see what you’ve been collecting since you got sick. You rooted through every photograph you had, and hadn’t realised how many of Gilbert you had taken or had had taken of you with him.
The first page is just of you and him, enjoying the simple things, like life should be. You’ve decorated the page with hearts. One reason you didn’t want him to see. You were to afraid to let him know, not because you were shy or anything like that – life is literally too short to be shy to do these things – but because you didn’t want to make it harder for him. There was the feeling that he might not return the same feelings and leave you alone, but you knew that wouldn’t happen.
The grip on your hand tightens. You wait, patiently, for him to finish looking over the happy pictures, but when you go to turn the page, he stops you.
“________, you know I love you, don’t you?” he says, “I’ll love you forever, and not just as a friend.”
And, on that note, he presses a kiss on your lips. It’s soft, as if he believes you’re too fragile. You ignore his gentle actions and take hold of his shirt with your hands, pulling him for a stronger kiss, loving the feeling, the passion. It’s just what you want – no, need – for you to move on.
You pull away, the headache getting stronger, as you whisper, “Gilbert.”
“________?” he says, realising that something’s wrong.
You fall backwards, darkness overcoming you as your eyes gently close.

There's a boy here in town, says he'll love me forever,
Who would have thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life, well,
I've had just enough time

The next thing you know is that you’re in a hospital bed, headache so bad that you don’t want to open your eyes. You had been warned of the headaches worsening. You’ve been in hospital far too many times – especially recently. Looking to your right, you see your scrapbook resting on the pillow next to you.
So many pictures of happier times.
You can’t believe how easy it was for your body to just… give up, causing all of that to fade to the back of your mind, your fate so well-known by everyone, always there, always waiting to take you when it’s ready.
The next thing you see is Gilbert, resting his head on his crossed arms on the bed. You reach up, weakly, and run your fingers through his hair, a tiny smile trying so hard to show its full potential on your lips. It wants to show confidence, that you’re not afraid, that you would rather convince him you’re okay, but even a little thing like that fails you.
Gilbert lifts his head after a moment of feeling your touch, his eyes giving away the secret that he has been crying. This makes you sadder. The awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt has been crying for you.
You don’t want that.
“________,” he whispers, taking your hand in his like he is confirming what he is seeing.
“Hi,” you squeak.
“I was so scared, ________. I didn’t think you’d come back.”
You notice the window behind him is revealing the moon and stars, not the daylight that you had last seen. This isn’t surprising. You don’t want to know how long you were out for, but you know it’s been a short while since you were looking up at that rainbow.
“Was it me?” he asks. You’re not stupid. You know what he means. He blames himself for your passing out, thinking he was too rough, maybe such a short time of depriving you of oxygen was enough to do this to you.
“Gilbert, don’t. It wasn’t your fault. Your kiss… it was all that I needed,” you say, needing to let him know as you clench your free hand into a fist to try and take your mind off of the pain you’re feeling.
He tries to speak again, “I didn’t mean to-”
You interrupt, “I did. I wanted more than you were giving, and that was enough.”
You feel yourself slipping. You weren’t sure what you’d feel when the time came, but you can feel yourself being taken.
“It’s now, isn’t it?” you say, not particularly aiming the question at Gilbert, but he’s the one who answers.
“What? No, it can’t be now,” he says, shaking his head. He’s lying, of course. The doctors must have said something, or he must have overheard them. You can see that he’s covering up the truth with what he thinks you might want to hear.
Shame that he’s not really saying what you want to hear.
“Gil,” you say, wanting to tell him the last few things before what’s about to happen happens. You point at the album, “That’s for you. I didn’t show you the inside of the front cover, but I’ve written something for you.”
He reached for the book, but you shake your head, “No. Not yet.”
“You’ll know when.”
This is it. The moment you’ve been expecting for weeks.
You find the strength for one last, big smile, “I love you, Gilbert.”
“I love you too,” he replies, and then repeats in his language, “Ich liebe dich auch. So, so much.”
You tap the book one last time and slide your hand back into his, “…Now’s the time.”

Slipping away. It’s different.

Not terrifying.

More of a relief. It’s finally over. You’re life has been lived.

You were given just enough time.

It’s peaceful.

So put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls
What I never did is done

Gilbert leaves the hospital after mourning for you, after placing several more kisses for the last time on your lips that were growing colder by the minute.
After telling you that it’s time for you to become a rainbow.
And all he has left is the book that you had given him. One physical thing and millions of seconds worth of memories. Memories of the days spent with you daily since you were young. The things that make him smile. Summing up the time spent with you in seconds somehow made him feel better, giving him the sense that it was much longer. Each one of those seconds made him happy, especially when seeing your smiling face.
The book stays unopened on his dresser when he gets home. He slips it under his pillow to sleep, still not opening it.
But, the next morning, he decides that the permission to open it in your last words were telling him to open it. You may have told him to open it that day, but the waiting made it easier. It made him feel respectful of you.
He lifts the cover and frowns. Inside is a letter inside of a small, pearl coloured envelope, just like the nail polish applied to your fingernails. His name is written on the front. He opens it carefully.

A penny for my thoughts, oh, no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'

Your writing covers one side of the A5 piece of paper folded in half to fit in the small envelope. He doesn’t know what it says, yet, but he already knows this means so much more to him than anything else probably will.

To Gilbert.

Clearly, if you’re reading this, I’ve let you have the book because I’m gone. I’ve been keeping these so that once I’ve left you, you can have something for a memory.
I just thought I should let you know how much you mean to me. How happy you’ve made me since the second we met – funny how simply bumping into me in a busy school hall could lead us to this, isn’t it?
I don’t regret one moment, especially writing this now. I know it was nothing I could take control of, but I’m sorry to leave you and I’m sorry that this book is all I can really leave you.
The book contains our memories. They’re in order – except from the first page, but I couldn’t help myself. The second page starts from when we met. Remember?
But, there’s one more thing I need to say. I really don’t want you to be sad when remembering me. I want you to only think of the good times, okay? I don’t want to see you sad when remembering. I love you. I always have and I promise I’ll always be watching over you – forever – so I want to see you smiling when I’m in your thoughts. Do that for me and I know I’ll be fine.
Love from,

Your ________

Gilbert feels a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t realise he had started crying whilst reading that. Ludwig had noticed, and gone over to comfort his brother as he cries making sure to keep your letter in pristine condition as he slides it away from the tears dripping onto the table in front of him.
The older brother calms himself as best he can, looking over at the letter, noticing more written on the back.


If I die young, bury me in satin
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
The ballad of a dove
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save 'em for a time when you're really gonna need 'em

Gilbert found a satin dress and gave it for you to be dressed in. He bought roses, made sure the ground where your coffin is to be laid is lined with them – down the hole where you will finally be laid to rest. The cemetery by the river is where you’re planned to be buried.
As your coffin is lowered down, he places two more things on top. A single red rose and a piece of paper.

“However far away I will always love you
However long I stay I will always love you
Whatever words I say I will always love you
I will always love you.”

________, ich liebe dich.

Love, Gilbert xx

He nods and steps away to watch you be lowered, rejoining Toni and Francis and your other friends attending your funeral, mourning for your shortened life.
Gilbert is sad, but not as much as he wants to be. He remembers your letter, telling him to remember the happiness in your friendship and oh so short relationship.

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had just enough time

It’s amazing because as they stand there, the lightest rain starts to fall from the sky, causing a bright rainbow to appear above them. Gilbert smiles and runs a hand through his white hair.
“See, you’re safe, ________.”

So put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls.
I know Prussia and this song has been overdone a little but I DON'T CAAAARE! DON'T QUESTION ME! -frontflip- ((oh good god, I need to stop watching PewDiePie -_-))

Anyway, I hope you like it. I was feeling in that kind of mood where you want to write sad stuff and this happened because I was listening to iTunes on shuffle and this song came on - [link] = Original song --- [link] = If I Die Young Preußen ((good god, so many feels!))

So... yeah...
If you have a moment, I'd really like you to comment <3

Btw the lyrics Gil puts on the coffin are by The Cure from Lovesong ^_^

Pic not mine, found on Google, any mistakes pointed out would be appreciated :)

I own nothing but the story ;)
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“The world is out to get me, I swear,” you growled to yourself as you flopped down onto Ludwig’s couch. You’d finally gotten the courage to tell Gilbert that you had feelings for him, but everyone and their mother decided that today would be the perfect day to follow you around and interrupt you each time you tried. And the whole world, literally, was on your shoulders. Every other frickin’ country knew you were trying to confess and wanted to know how it was going. But each time one of them came to bother you about it, they ended up causing such a disruption that you couldn’t go through with it.

Part of you had to wonder if they were doing this on purpose, because seriously their timing was too perfect. Thinking back on all your attempts, you were honestly freaked out about just how all of your friends managed to pop up during your attempted confessions.


“Uh, h-hey, Gil?”

The cocky Prussian turned with a grin as he heard you call from the doorway to his room.

“Ja? Vat is it, (Name)?”

“I, uh, have something I need to tell you…”

Gilbert gestured you into his room with a dramatic flourish, forcing a giggle out of you and making you feel a tiny bit less stressed about this. So with a mock curtsey, you entered his room and sat next to him on his bed.

“You can tell me anything! Ze awesome me can solve any problem you may have!”

“Well I wouldn’t call it a problem, exactly.”

“Vell lay it on me.”

“Ok…,” you said, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. “Gil, I—“


With a shriek, you toppled off of Gilbert’s bed as Alfred launched himself into the room. Gilbert sat there in shock for a moment before bursting into laughter while you just sat on the floor with an angry flush on your face.

“Alfred,” you growled, “you have until the count of five before I rip you a new one.”

“I-is that really necessary?”


“Hey! Come on now! I just wanted to know!”


“Hey, frau, vat are you so mad for?”


“(Name), please don’t kill me!”

“Four,” you muttered, standing up, making Alfred flinch back.



Alfred screamed and ran as fast as his hero legs could carry him, with you not far behind.

--End Flashback—

And of course by the time you’d made your way back to Gil’s house, he was gone. So then you’d texted him and asked him to meet you at a coffee house you both really liked.

--Flashback Two—

You tapped your fingers on the table as you waited for Gilbert. You’d already ordered drinks for both of you since neither of you was very original when it came to getting new things from this place.

“Yo, (Name)!”

You turned and grinned as you saw Gil jog over to you. You exchanged hellos before offering his drink to him, which he took with a huge grin.

“You know me so vell, frau,” he said, as he sat down across from you. You snorted as you took a sip of your own drink.

“Or we’re just really predictable.”

“Nonsense! I am vay too awesome to be easily predicted! I’m like…unpredictable to ze MAX!” You could only laugh at his loud exclamation. He was such a joke, but you always had fun with him.

“So vat did you vant to talk about, frau? And vhy’d you get so mad at Al earlier?”

You almost choked on your drink as you remembered the reason for this meeting. Coughing into your hand, you took the unintentional delay in the conversation to formulate your thoughts. Once you were satisfied with how you would tell him, you lowered your hand from in front of your mouth and started to speak.

“Hola, mis amigos!”

Or not.

“Hey, Toni! Hey, Francis!” Gil called out, waving to the two men as they sauntered over.

“’ow nice to see you both ‘ere!” Francis said, slipping into a seat next to Gil, while Toni sat next to you.

“Yeah, vat a coincidence. (Name) vas just about to tell me something.”

You cringed as Toni and Francis turned to you with knowing smirks on their faces. Since they were his best friends anyway, they would have figured out that you liked their friend at some point, but you were really regretting telling them yourself.

You sat there stuttering for at least a minute before standing abruptly, shocking the three men.

“I’ll see you guys later,” you said, before hurrying out of the coffee shop.

--End Flashback Two—

You rubbed your temples with a sigh. You would think the two of them would know better than to sit right there while you tried confessing to their friend. Especially Francis! But of course this would have to be the one time they didn’t mind crowding the two of you.

But oh ho! Let’s not forget the last interruption. This one was completely out of left field.

--Flashback Three—

Apparently Gilbert was beyond curious now as to what you wanted to tell him and had called you to demand you come over to his house. You didn’t have high hopes for this actually working since he did live with Ludwig after all. And if Ludwig was around, that meant that Feli would be around. At the very least.

So you barely felt anything but annoyance as you knocked on their front door and waited to be let in. When Gil was the one to answer the door, you could only hope that meant Ludwig was out.

Gil immediately latched onto your arm and dragged you into the living room, moving you to sit down before sitting right next to you.

“So. (Name). Ze awesome me has been dying to know vat it is you have been trying to tell me.”

“Is anyone here?”

“Nein. Vhy?” He gasped. “Did you do something really illegal?... I don’t see vhy you’d be worried about zat though. You are a country, so you’re almost above ze law...”

“No, Gil, I didn’t do anything illegal.”

“Is something wrong with your country?”


“Zen vat is it?”

You felt like you were about to throw up. This was it. You were finally going to tell him, for better or for worse.

“Gil…I lo—“

“Bruder, I’m home.”

Your eye twitched.

“Ah, (Name) is here? Have you told him yet? Don’t you think you should have by now?”

Ludwig, the human tank, flinched back as you shot a dirty glare at him before standing up.

“I…am going to go beat up a tree,” you said before walking away from the German brothers.

--End Flashback Three—

So after ridding yourself of your stress in the woods behind their house, you’d cautiously made your way back inside. You really couldn’t believe it. Of all people, Ludwig, had pestered you about confessing. Right after interrupting your third attempt! You were so sick of it. If you saw any of your friends’ faces you were going to throw a fit.

A commotion at the front door forced you out of your thoughts to see what was going on. You slowly stood and peeked around the corner to see everyone who’d interrupted and then some standing around. As soon as they saw you, they hurried over and crowded around you, all shooting questions at you. You could barely hear yourself think over the din they made. Your frustration was growing as they all asked if you’d confessed, why you hadn’t yet, were you chickening out. You could feel yourself reaching your boiling point.


The speed with which silence enveloped the room was something none of the countries had ever achieved before. If you’d been in a better mood, you would have said they deserved a place in the Guinness Book of World Records.

“Cherie, are you—“

“Shut up! All of you! I’m sick of you guys pestering me about confessing! I’ve been trying! But every single time I’ve worked up the courage, one of you gets in the way and messes it all up!”


“No! Do you have any idea how hard it is to just say “I love you, Gilbert” on its own?! And then to add you guys bursting in and asking if I’ve told him yet just makes it worse! God! At this point, I’m not even sure I want to tell him anymore, because I’ll be too worried someone will get in the way!”

“Frau, maybe you should—“

“I should what, Ludwig?! Tell your brother I love him?? I’ve. Been. Trying!”

“(Name), is zat true?”

You froze and turned to see Gil standing behind you. Your mouth got very dry and you barely noticed everyone dashing out of the room.

“Oh, now they mind their own business,” you muttered bitterly, refusing to look at your friend.

“(Name). Please answer me. Were you telling ze truth?”

You slowly nodded your head, still not looking at him.

“Vell it’s about damn time you said something!”

You looked up in shock and confusion at what he just said. Was your hearing going bad?


Gil grinned and strode over to you to wrap you in a tight hug. You were in such shock that you could only feebly lift your arms to return the hug.

“I’ve loved you for such a long time, but you never gave me any sign that you felt even a little bit of attraction towards me. So ven Toni and Francis told me you might have a thing for me and were planning on saying something soon, I could barely stop myself from going and saying something first!”

“Well…why didn’t you?” you asked, shyly peeking up at him. He smiled down at you and you blushed before ducking your head again.

“Because I just really vanted to hear you say it first, schatz,” he said, resting his chin on your head. “So vill you say it for me?”

“…I love you, Gilbert.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he whooped and spun you around in a circle before setting you down and kissing you firmly. Smiles that seemed to stretch on for miles were on both of your faces as he pulled away.

“Ich liebe dich auch, (Name). Für immer und ewig.”

--Extended Ending—

“If any of you say something, I vill personally beat you to a pulp. You’re lucky I don’t now for how long you made me wait to hear meine schatz say she loves me.”

The silence that followed that statement was music to your ears.
Ok, here's another request! This time for :iconkanta-chan1: I hope you like it!

Holy shit was this long. Almost six pages in Word. I didn't even mean to, but this idea just needed the flashbacks and oh my goodness. So yes. I love this man though so it's ok.

I don't own Hetalia.
You belong to :iconprussiasmilesplz:
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Gilbert’s jaw just about hit the floor when you told him the big surprise. “Y-you’re not joking are you frau?” He asked, his red eyes wide. You glanced away from him, hoping his reaction could’ve been different.

“No, I’m not. Gil, we’re going to be parents.” You repeated, stroking his cheek as he continued to stare at you. As though the cogs in his brain had finally stopped whirring, a huge grin bloomed across his face. He crowed loudly and you jumped in shock.

“Don’t do that!” You told him, but he wasn’t listening as he was dancing around, kissing his fingers and throwing them up into the air.

“What are you doing?” You asked bemusedly, shaking your head at him. He grinned at you, wrapping his arms around you and swirling you around in circles with him. “I was thanking God for his awesomeness! But then again, you’re the awesome one here!” He leaned down to kiss you, squeezing your waist firmly but gently.

Giggling when he placed his hands on your stomach, you bumped your forehead against his. He was staring at your tummy intently as if trying to see something. “I’m not that far along, you can’t see that much yet.” You murmured, running your hands down his neck.

Slowly, he tilted his head upwards and you could’ve sworn you saw some moisture glistening in his eyes.

“No way,” you teased,” is the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt crying?” He grumbled slightly, burying his face in your neck. “Nein, hell no!” He muttered back, gulping and wiping his eyes quickly with his balled fist.

“Ich liebe dich.” He whispered and you blushed, standing on your toes to press a kiss on his lips. “Ich liebe dich auch.” You answered, making him grin and kiss down the side of your face.

“So how long until she gets here?” He asked, stooping down to place his ear on your stomach. Even if he couldn’t hear anything, he felt warm as you pressed closer to him, stroking through his hair. “It could also be a boy.”  You chuckled.

“If it’s a girl, I’m going to pamper her so much...” he murmured and then continued. “Then again, if it’s a boy, I can teach him to play football.” Glancing up at you, he grinned widely, his cheeks pink.

“Though I’m sure either way they’ll be awesome!” Smiling down at him, he blinked rapidly as he remembered his question. “So how long?”

“Well, I presume about another six months or so.” His shoulders sagged and his brows knit together. Chewing on his lip, he pouted, his expression downcast.

“There’s nothing we can do about that.” You rubbed his back and he huffed, crossing his arms. “But I want to see my kid right now!” He complained and you watched as he stomped off outside. Watching through the window you saw him shake his fist at the sky and you could hear his voice even through the glass.

“Make the time speed up right now! Or you’ll be forever unawesome Gott!”
Erm, the title kind of sucks, oh well~

Just something short, I didn't have that much time today; have german and physics test tomorrow. But since I've finished studying for them I thought it was alright to do this ^^

Please enjoy and tell me what you think, feedback is as always appreciated!

And if you want to have a hand in deciding which character and plot is used, please vote in the poll!

Sequel: [link]
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Collection by
    'I'm coming to see you, (Nickname)'
    'I got your letter. I miss you too, so I'm on my way to see you.'
    'I never stopped loving you. I'm on my way to our house.'
    Delete, delete, delete.
    Gilbert sighed and shoved his phone back into the pocket of his jeans. The buildings and trees passed by as he looked out the window of the cab he was riding in. He missed those busy streets so much, but at the same time, he didn't miss them at all. The one thing he had really missed though, was what he had with (Name).
    God, he both loved and hated how just thinking about (Name) could make him act so differently. She made him soft; Weak to his knees. He knew (Name) could always see through his whole, "I'm awesome," routine whenever he's had a completely horrible day. She knows him a lot better than he knows himself. She was the perfect girl. She was his girl, until he so foolishly let her slip through his fingers.
    "This the right address?" The driver asked as he slowed to a stop in front of an apartment complex building. It hadn't changed at all in the time he's been gone. Apartment 3-D. He hoped he remembered it correctly.
    "Ja. Danke," Gilbert thanked in his native tongue as he paid the man at the steering wheel, very well aware that he had paid in Euros instead of (American dollars/Pounds/etc. etc.). Before the driver could say anything, Gilbert had already gotten out of the car and was walking at a quick pace to the front entrance. Not bothering to waste his time, the cab driver simply drove away from the area, grumbling on about being robbed of his time.
    The young albino pressed the buzzer for Apartment 3-D and then stood there and waited. This would definitely not be a problem if he had at least thought to take his house keys on his way out. Nobody would be out in this weather to let him in. Gilbert had almost slipped on a piece of ice trying to call that cab. Gilbird was doing his best to keep warm, snuggling in the comfort of his owner's winter coat.
    "Who is it?" Asked a voice from the voice box, disguised in static. It was tough to tell, but Gilbert would recognize that voice no matter the condition it was in. It was (Name)'s voice, no doubt.
    She sounded tired and worn out. He didn't blame her. If Gilbert had remembered correctly, she worked full-time at a mind-numbing office from 8:00 in the morning to 5:00 in the night, sometimes even 6:00. She complained about it many times, but she was paid good money, so she never thought to quit. Besides, he knew how hard it was to find a job in (City of Choice). (Name) had every right to be tired and just wanting some rest.
    But yet here he was, interrupting some of the only hours she had to rest to see her. He didn't know how she would react; Would she be happy or would she kick him out and tell him to come back another day? No, she wouldn't. She was too kind to kick anyone she knew out. A trick she always used was to invite them in at least for a few minutes before casually bringing up how late it had gotten and then saying her good-byes.
    "Hello? Are you trying to scare me, Al?" (Name)'s static-y voice rang after Gilbert had stood there like a statue for quite a while. He chuckled, knowing that she was easily scared at times, especially at 8:00 in the middle of winter when it was usually already dark. "I already told you, I don't want to go out to the bar. Getting drunk the night before a conference is not how I want to start off the weekend. Besides, you know I don't drink."
    Gilbert pressed the 'Speak' button, remembering how she always pressed the 'Listen' button after she spoke. It was his turn to speak, hoping the response he got was good. "It's me, liebe. Open up," he said, trying to sound like he usually did, minus the cocky ring his voice always held.
    It was silent for a few seconds. Though they felt like centuries to Gilbert. Until he heard the static-y voice again. "Define 'me'," she tested, almost refusing to believe that her ex-fiancee was standing outside, waiting for her to let him in. For two years she had been hoping for him to come back, and now that it had happened, she just couldn't accept it.
    "Vell, let's see... I've got pale skin, red eyes, awesome vhite hair. I met you at at my friend's birthday party. I vas zhe one who spilled soda on your skirt and zhen used a cheesy pick-up line. And I go by zhe name Gilbert Beilschmidt who dated zhis beautiful girl named (Full Name)," he said, recalling the party Antonio had in celebration of the day he "escaped the womb" as Gilbert liked to call it. "Is that enough definition for you?"
    Seconds later, he heard the door unlock without a word being said and he opened the door to reveal the flight of stairs that led to Apartment 1-D. He had to climb at least six of those flights to get up to 3-D. God, he hated stairs. Especially when it was a lot of stairs.
    After climbing the stairs, he was almost out of breath, but he composed himself when he saw door that led to his home. The door that had his girl on the other side. Without hesitation, he rang the doorbell and waited eagerly, wanting to look into those (Eye Color) eyes again and tell her he loved her. Wanting to hold her in his arms so she knew he would never leave again. Wanting to kiss her like he used to before he let his frustration get the best of him and walked away. Wanting to just be with her.
    And as soon as that door opened, all the feelings that he had felt for her ever since they met hit him hard. He missed her so much that he was willing to do whatever it took to mend each and every hole in their relationship.
Hooray! Part two is finally done! *five second dance party*

Also I suggest you read part one before this one...
Part 1:…
Part 2: Already Here ^_^
Part 3:…

Alright, you know the drill:
Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya
You belong to.... You...
And I belong to my mother.
Now excuse me while I go sulk in my corner hoping that you like the outcome.

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Prussia x Reader- Silence

    'I know it's too late to say this, but I miss you. Your smile, your eyes, your perverted jokes that somehow made me laugh, your cute German accent, and how you went on and on, day after day about how awesome you were. I miss the time when laughter filled every single one of my days since you came into my life. We fought a few times, but we always made up in the end.
    It's been a while since we last spoke, since I last saw you or heard from you. All this time, I've been hoping every day that you'd come back. Every day, I stare at the front door, waiting for you to burst in and yell, "Honey, I'm home!" Just like you used to.
    To have fought over something so stupid, I wish I could take back everything I said. I don't hate you. I never meant it when I said you cared about nobody but yourself. I've seen how you get when you witness somebody eating Peeps, due to their very close resemblance to your bird. I've seen how you get when I cry. How your whole expression softens and your voice calms down to try and comfort me. I was so stupid to have said that. I'm so very sorry, Gilbert. If I could take it all back, I would.
    After I said it, you left me. Walked right out the door without packing or anything. The door slammed shut, and after that, silence. A year passed by. No emails, no phone calls, no letters, nothing. Just that uncomfortable silence reminding me that you're gone.
    Another year passes by, I still have your clothes in our closet, even though you won't be wearing them. I still have the pictures of us, even though I have to explain that we're not together anymore whenever I have company. I still wear the ring you got me when you proposed, even though the engagement's been called off a long time ago, I presume. They're my only reminders of you, despite the painful memories they give me.
    My only wish now, though, is your happiness. If you're not happy with me, then I guess there's no reason for me to force anything. I just don't want my life to be filled with this painful silence again. At least come back and talk to me, Gilbert. It would make me so happy to hear your voice again.


    (Name) walked out to the nearest mailbox, despite it being below 30 degrees outside. The huge knot in her stomach tightened more and more, wondering if this should really be sent to Gilbert Beilschmidt, the Prussian who wouldn't be able to tell the difference between 'The Titanic' and 'The Notebook.' It was worth a shot, though.
    The knot in her stomach suddenly vanished as soon as she dropped it into the blue mailbox, hoping Ludwig had given her the right address. He told her that Gilbert had moved back to Germany after the second month away from her. The icy winter air blew in her face, feeling somewhat relaxing despite the cold feeling it gave her. Her (Hair Color) hair was blown away from her face, and she made her way to run some errands to take her mind off of the letter.
    That letter would either help her relationship with him, or not do anything at all. Well, she'd see in about two weeks if he decides to answer her.


    Gilbird chirped as he flew over to the albino with an envelope in his beak. "Hn? A letter for me?" Gilbert questioned as he retrieved the letter from his yellow companion's beak. It was addressed to him. But the return address... (Full Name)...
    He still remembered her very well. His one and only love, but he was always too afraid to go back to her. It's been two years since they last saw each other. Two years too many in his opinion. He proceeded to open the envelope and pulled out the neatly folded college-ruled paper, dreading what he was going to see written on it. What if she was happier with someone else? Like that unawesome excuse of a man, Roderich Edelstein. It was painful to think about, but it might have been true.
    The Prussian man unfolded the paper and read the beautiful handwritten letter, not believing what he was reading. (Name) missed him? She still has his things? She still wears the ring? She's... Sorry? If anything, Gilbert thought he should've been the one who was sorry. He was the one who walked out on her. He was the one who wimped out every time he thought about going back to her.
    'My only wish now, though, is your happiness.'
    He wasn't happy. He knew that much. In order for him to be happy, he would have to be with (Name). After he finished reading the letter and double-checking to make sure that he read everything as written on the paper, he sprinted out of the house with Gilbird following close behind, grabbing his coat on the way. Getting into his car and turning it on, he drove to the nearest airport to the next flight back to (City/Country).
    He was going to see his girl.
Hola, the name's Shay, writing's the game.


Okay, Well I tried... I hope you guys enjoy ^_^

Part 1: Already Here ^_^
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My Hell is finally over.. It's ready and it took eternity but the result looks good enough~

This is one of those works when I didn't know what to draw. I just started to draw something and then the idea came. And I decided that this is the late Christmas present and early Valentine's Day card for my dear ~Tenshine ~<3

The background took most of the time :'D I coloured the background almost three days. Of course I did other stuff as well at that time so maybe that's the reason it took so long :'3 Oh well, here is lovely fem!Prussia which I thought I would never draw but I did :'D Hope you like~<3


Characters by Hidekaz Himaruya.
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Though I look like I'm lecturing,
I'm actually just talking
It's not really...
At times my face may look grim,
But I'm actually just cold
Though I don't mind it...

You are on the battlefield and you tried to defend your home country Prussia. You love the leader, Gilbert Beilschmidt, and you swore him, that you always will be his servant and soldier. You feel cold, because it is snowing since hours.

I take pride in work that needs delicacy,
But my fingers are too big
That's why
Even if I'm said to be "generally adequate,"
Strictly speaking
I don't understand

You lay on the ground and thinking about the old times. You know that you would die soon, because your body is full of the red liquid. Every move hurt, so you decided before, not to move. You close your eyes and smile. You are alone and no one is there to help you.


I want to be found

Gilbert was often here for you and you knew his combat tactics, but unfortunately they failed. You cough and open your eyes a bit. You see everything blurred and you sigh. You never thought that this would happen and actually you hope, that your leader will be ok.

Though they say I eat only potatoes,
They're the same with soba and pasta
If the kitchen is just going to get dirty,
Then is it not better to just not to cook?

You want to scream, but you didn't even make a noise, because your body is too weak for that. Then you think about something that happened 1 week ago. Gilbert cooked potatoes, again, and he said: "________, today you should eat them, you need them for your stamina and strength"

You looked at him and blushed a bit and answered: "If you say so, my leader". You giggled a bit and he served you the potatoes. Immediately you ate them and he looked at you. He wanted to be sure, that you eat them and you did that.


Then something pull you out from your thoughts. You hear a strange noise, like a siren. You whisper to yourself: "Will I die soon? God, please....let end this pain". You close your eyes again and you feel so slightly now. Then you faint in the snow.

My heart is opening, I want to be set free
Because you are here, I can be myself

~~~~~~~~~~~ 9 hours later ~~~~~~~~~~~~

You woke up and look around. Immediately you notice the pain and scream. Then you hear footsteps. 'Where am I', you think to yourself. You have many scars and your wounds look better than before.

Then you hear that someone opens the door and you look at this person...It was your leader. He has a soup with him and sits down on the bed. "Eat this", he says to you and you nod. You take the bowl and start to eat it.

I'm always said to be scowling,
But who said my smiling face has been erased?
You may think I'm frightening,
But it's only because I'm straining to laugh

Gilbert smiles at you and you notice that he is s bit happy, probably because he knows now, that some of his soldiers survived.

After you ate the soup, you lay down on the bed and look at Gilbert. You ask him: "Did you...saved me?". He takes your hand, looks in your eyes and nods. Then the male starts: "_________ I have a question"

You look at him and reply: "Which question?" "Do you love me?", he asks you and your heart beats fast. For a few seconds, you try to calm down and then you say: "Yes, I love you"

Gilbert looks at you and kisses you fast. Then he kisses your cheek and whispers in your ear: "I love you too". He lays down beside you and soon you fall asleep, meanwhile Gilbert watches you and holds your hand.

Just be Strong
Through Loneliness
I hope you like it ^^
This story is shorter than the others, but today I listened to that song and the story came, so my mind said to me, that I have to write this ^^

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~Skip to back stage!~

You and your band were taking pictures for and with fans.

"S-she so beautiful", Gilbert mumbled to himself.

"Oh. So you have a little crush on the lead singer?", Francis questioned him and poked his arm.

Gilbert tried his best not to let blush slip onto his pale skin at the comment as he continued to watch you. You put two fingers to your temple and stuck your tongue out for your next picture. Then shot your middle finger to the next. Nancy made you change your pose though.

"Come on Gilbert", Antonio called to him and began dragging him.

"F-for what?"

"We're gonna get a picture!"

"W-what?! N-no! Stop! Stop!", he tried to break his friends grip on his wrist, unsuccessfully.

"Oh come on. You're doing nothing but staring. Might as well take a picture you can stare at forever", Francis added and grabbed Gilbert's other hand.

"Nein!Nein! I rather just stare!"

"You should stop struggling before she hears you~!", Antonio warned him. "Excuse me, chica!"

You turn to face the three and your eyes are automatically drawn and locked onto the silver haired one being dragged by two boys you thought must of been his friends.

"...O-oh um...hi", you stuttered out, not breaking eye contact with the red eyed boy.

Nancy skipped next to you, "Hell- oh my gosh. You are beautiful", she blurted out and stared at the long haired blonde.

"Really Nancy? Really?", Alfred sighs and looks at Nancy.

"Sorry. It threw me off. Anyway, hello~! What's your name's?"

"Oh. Well beau you can call me Francis", the blonde one told Nancy and kissed her hand.

"Eep! I love our fans!", she squeaked.

"Anyway. I'm Antonio and this is Gilbert", the one with brown hair pointed to the one you locked eye sights with. So his name's Gilbert? That's cool. "We just wanted a picture"

"You guys can take whatever you want", Nana giggled.

"Who's idea was it to bring Nancy into the band?", Arthur asked you.

"You...", you replied.

"Just shut up and take the picture"

You and Nancy posed. She touched her cheek and smiled gently. You on the other hand, put your index finger over your throat and tilted your head to the side, with your tongue out.

"(name)!", Nancy stopped you.

"Alright. Alright. How's this one?" You aimed your two fingers down your throat.

"(name)! Something not deadly!"

"Oh come on! I'mma rockstar! Why can't I?"

"Take the picture right"

"Fine. Fine.", you pose like Nancy just with a bigger smile from laughing.

"We got it"

"(name). I'mma hit you later"

"Why though!", you laughed.  You turned your attention back to the red-eyed boy. "It was nice meeting you, Gilbert"

"U-uh...uh...hi", he answered back. To get back to his point of view, he was very nervous. Right now it was like he was meeting the girl of his dreams and she remembered his name. He didn't know what to say back to such an angel.

"Hello", she chuckled. "What kind of accent is that I hear?"

"I-I um...i-it's German"

"Oh cool! I like it! I-I also like your eyes"

"I-I like yours too!", he blurted out then covered his mouth.

"Thanks...N-nice meeting you"

He nodded and watched her as she walked off.

"Look at that. You talked to a girl and din't even t-"

"I want to die. I totally embarrassed myself and she doesn't like me at all", he began to twitch and bite his lip.

"Y-you did just fine. I think she really likes y-"

"Liar!...Sorry. Can we go home now?", he walked off anyway and left his friends.

"Wait for us!"

~Next day~

Gilbert was still in his room with the door locked but now he was crying over how badly he messed up and didn't deserve the girl he now loved.

"That didn't help him at all", Antonio sighed and looked towards Francis.

"Well look at it this way. At least he has a little crush"

"I don't think that's good at all. Seriously, listen to him"

They both put their ears to his door.

"A beautiful rose. My special fallen angel I failed at catching. I-I don't want to be in a world without her"

"Ok I think he's slowly losing the rest of his sanity now, so maybe it was a bad idea to take him there"

They focused their attention on the door when they heard knocking. Francis got up to answer it and revealed a...a girl? They assumed it was a girl. 'She' wore a navy blue hoodie, baggy, dark washed jeans, and had a pair of sunglasses over her eyes with the hood up over her hair. "Oh cool. I was right", she spoke.

"Uhm...You are...?"

"I would like to see Gilbert pretty pretty please!", she smiled and asked. She took off her sunglasses and shook the hood off of her head to show her (e/c) eyes and her (h/c) hair.

Both of their eyes got wide once they realized who she was. "You're here to see Gilbert?!"

"Uh-huh! Is that ok?", she tapped her chin and looked up at them curiously.

""Do you just come to visit all of your fans like this cause if you do, it's slightly creepy", Francis told her and Antonio elbowed him.

She giggled and walked inside. "No. I'm actually not even suppose to be out. They are gonna be so pissed when I get back but I don't really mind. My sneak out was a success"

"Well I'll go and get Gilbert for you"

"Thank you!"

Francis went to go fight with Gilbert til he came out of his room. "Gilbert, come out! Someone's here to see you"

"Nein! I definitely don't want to talk to anybody!"

"Come on. It's a pretty girl and you're gonna hurt her feelings"

"Hell no! I don't care! Go away!"

Francis began to beat on the door, "Open it!"


"Excuse me?", her voice sounding as light as air, interrupted. "It's ok if you don't want to talk to me, Gilbert"

After she finished her sentence, they all quickly heard the door unlocking. It slowly started to crack and they could only see his eye peeking out from the darkness behind him. The girl he hoped for was smiling and waving in his direction.


"Hello~! I just wanted to talk to you, if that was ok but if you don't want to I-"

"No! No! I-I mean...s-stay...", he reached out to her through the cracked door. "C-come in, p-please"

"...Alright!", she beamed brightly and accepted the slightly creepy offer as she walked in the room that he locked behind her.

"M-my angel came for me". he whispered to himself.
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While I drew these guys, I feel like they are watching Link and thinking about how they were heroes in the past as well.. * w*

skull kid looks like: [link]
imp poe looks like: [link]
both enemies from zelda twilight princess ^w^

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Not my best, but not my worst. I love the poses and the bent horizon line though xD

Sakura heaved a bit. she had really been taken for a run with this guy. something about him was almost more psychotic than she was. She frowned as the red haired man began to cackle.
"Just realise how totally fucked you are?" Sakura asked aross the roof top of the stairway where their battle was taking place.

He chuckled, "No, not that, it's just that... The wind has died down..." He said, looking over in the distance where the clouds were sitting still against a sunset backdrop.

"Yeh, so?" Sakura snarled.

Hanran smirked, "So, now you will be suseptable to my road." He said, hands pulling from his pockets. The sunlight reflected off a small object in his hands. A syringe.

"What, you're gunna shoot me up and throw me off the roof. Don't forget that I can't use my roads full potential against you because of the parts war, but in life and death I will destroy you..."

He laughed, "oh no no, this isn't for you." swiftly before her eyes she watched him swing the needle in his fingers and inject it directly into his own arm.
"You're a freak!"
"You have no idea." Hanran said, "No idea what is coming that is."
He races towards her, the small rider back flipping away from her opponant who begins the chase around the small area. she noticed his breath quicken, pupils pinning, sweat trickling down his brow as he chased her.
sakura sneezed, hair falling over her eyes for just long enough for Hanran to get a sneak attack in, a sharp kick to the side of her body that sent her flying sidewards and into the boundary railing that circled the entire perimeter.

She shook her head and pushed herself to her feet, Hanran closing in on her. she jumped at the last minute as his foot hit the railing, leaving a large indentation in that section.
"You've gotten slower!" Sakura said as she backed off.
"Yes." Hanran smiled.
"why are you so happy about that idiot!" Sakura snarled at him.
"I don't need to get any faster. You will soon feel the effects of my road. I shoot up and the poisonous vapors escape my body and poison my opponant. It's in my blood, so long as it is still in my system, you will lose."
Sakura smirked. "Right, so if it weren't, you're road would be useless."
"Exactly" Hanran said smugly, "wait... Wha-

Once he let his guard down, Sakura took this oppertunity to shoot past him, her road taking form behind her, her slip stream like a sharp ribbon that cut large crevices into Hanrans flesh, blood shooting out in all direction.

He laughed, "Clever... I hadn't thought of that..."
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playing around with some new techniques yes its pokeart but it still looks alright tell us what ya think yeah
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“I love you.”

Your head wasn’t spinning. Your breath didn’t hitch. You didn’t flinch. Your heart wasn’t racing. Oh please. You didn’t even bat an eyelash at the confession.

“I don’t love you.” You turned and walked away from the man who had loved you for five whole years without fault. Don’t get anything wrong, he was nice, sweet, helpful, caring, etc. But, you just don’t like him in that way.

Suddenly you heard the song ‘Heartbreaker’ by Pat Benatar.

“Oh, broke another boy’s heart I see, Heartbreaker… Sometimes I don’t even think you have a soul.” Gilbert, your friend for several years, walked up caring a boom-box. “Why don’t you ever give any of them a chance? You could end up having a wonderful time…”

“Fuck off. You know I don’t like dating people, you also know full well I’m not a whore like you.” You shot with venom. You remember giving you the nickname ‘Heartbreaker’ after the first time you shot down someone’s confession, so about five years ago.

“That’s a little harsh,” he responded, faking hurt. “But don’t knock it until you try it, Heartbreaker.”

“No thanks. And you will you please turn off that damn song.”

“Fine, fine, Heartbreaker. But answer my question.”

“What’s your question?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Do you even like people? Are you like one of those, what was it…asexual people? How you solve your…needs?” He turned off the boom-box as spoke.

“First off, that’s three questions. Second off, I do like people and third, WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU WANT TO KNOW ABOUT MY ‘NEEDS?’” You snapped back.

“Just asking. You don’t need to get all defensive about it…” He smirked as he began singing. “Heartbreaker. Dream-maker. Lover-taker don’t-chu mess around me you a… Heartbreaker. Dream-maker. Love-taker don’t-chu mess around no-no-no!”

“CAN IT WITH THAT STUPID SONG!” You were getting tired of Gilbert singing that EVERY TIME you break someone’s heart or the subject was brought up.

“Jeez, I thought I was lighting up the mood…”

You thought for a moment about the previous statements. It was your turn to smirk as you said, “wait, are you jealous?”

His face hinted pink as he scoffed, “No, awesome people like I don’t get jealous.”

“Yes, you are,” your anger was gone and now all you wanted to do was tease the poor Prussian, so you did what any five year old would do- even though your like fifteen- you began pinching his cheeks. “Awwwww… Is wittle-ole Giwbert is awl jeawous.”

“AM NOT!!!” He swatted your hands away from him, his face gain a little more color.

You turned away and began fake-crying.

“O-Oh… (Y/n)…. I-I’m sorry….” He sounded really awkward. “I really do like you though…. I guess…. I was… maybe…..a little bit…..jealous…….”

You turned around almost instantaneously and began laughing. “T-THAT WAS GOLD GIL!!!!!!” You brought a tape recorded from your pocket out into the light with a smug look plastered on your face. His face flushed a deeper shade of red as he began chasing after you.



URL to the song:

This is mine

Prussia, Hungary, and Japan are not

Have a wonderful dayAPH Prussia: Sparkles 

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You bring a slice of pizza up to your mouth and take a bite, the cheese stretching out between you and the slice of heaven as it tries to cling to the cooked dough slathered with marinara. It finally gets to the point where you have to pinch off the cheese to keep it from stretching off the rest of the piece, and a small moan escapes when that, too, goes past your lips and the flavor seeps into your tongue.

Behind you two sets of ears perk up at the adorable noise and green and amber hazel eyes, respectively, turn to look at you. 

You hum a small happy tune and sway side to side as you chew. Your friend, (f/n), lets out their own hum of happiness as they take a bite of their respective pizza.

"This is so good."

You nod rapidly in response, seeing as your mouth is too full to respond verbally, and when you're finally able to speak again,

"Heck yeah, it is. God, I love pizza,"

You take another bite to prove your point, and talk around the mouthful (completely contradicting your earlier actions).

"I swear, I would marry the guy who invented it."

Two shadows fall over you just as you're mid-way to your next bite of pizza, and your mouth is still open (the pizza thisclose to letting you taste its deliciousness) as your (e/c) eyes slowly look up into the faces of two really cute guys with curious curls on either side of their heads.

"Ciao bella~!" The peppy one greets cheerfully.

The more suave one reaches down and takes your hand that's not holding the pizza and brings it to his lips, placing a sweet but lingering kiss on it. You and your friend watch in wide-eyed silence as this happens and when the sly dog finally pulls away from your hand, he pours on even more charm by saying,

"I'm-a sorry to interrupt-a your lunch bellazza, butI thought-a you would-a want to-a meet your-a future husbands~"

La Fin.

Because Italians invented pizza. yus.
This is what happens when I write while craving pizza. 

I've always been told that you can never leave off on a sad note. So, this is to lift your spirits if you happened to crash while reading the last part to Dormant Beauty.

Hetalia and it's characters do not belong to me, they belong to Hima Papa.

This story and it's idea belong to me.

You belong to
  Italy and Romano [V1]  Just kidding. You actually belong to PIZZA 

Please do not copy or steal. This is my small happiness, don't take that away from me.

Note: The preview image is not mine, credit goes to it's rightful owner.
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Dew | France x Reader [[Contest Entry]]

Francis always had a way with words.

He could weave them together into the most gorgeous poem you had ever heard. Within their web you could find the deepest meaning you had ever found.

Francis was talented. Everyone knew that.

On one particular morning, the Frenchman had set out on a walk. He bid his fluffy cloud of a cat goodbye and went to a bakery to buy some bread. The store keep complimented the weather. Francis chuckled, mentioning how last night's England-like rain could never damage the beauty of his country.

“I heard the park is a great place to take in the beauty,” the man said, handing Francis the freshly-baked bread. Of course he agreed; why wouldn't he? And as expected, France took a walk to the nearest park.

He noticed that you were sitting on a park bench. All alone, at that. He took in a breath as if he was trying to ward away stage fright, then made his way over to your lonely side.

With his words he had won himself a place next to you. A few more words and the two of you were walking down a paved path under the crunchy autumn leaves that lined the trees.

“Quite the beautiful morning, isn't it, __________?” he asked out of the blue, shattering the silence that surrounded the two of you.

It startled you to say the least, but nonetheless you still nodded. “Yes, it is.”

He pointed out the dew along the grass. “Dew is glass among blades of emeralds, __________! Destroyed at the slightest touch.”

You didn't quite know how to respond to that. Noticing that, Francis attempted giving you something more... conversation-inducing.

“Isn't it interesting how something to gorgeous could be so easily taken from us? If the sun were to rise, the dew would dissipate. If I were to touch it or give it the slightest puff of air, I could shatter it much like I did the silence between us earlier.”


He thought for a moment. “You could say it's almost like a friendship. If you don't try to change it; alter it too much, it could very easily stay put. If you do,” Francis got onto one knee in front of the grass and put his finger on a drop of dew. He lifted it. “it could break apart.”

You were beginning to see what he meant, but his overall point wasn't clear. With silence, you beckoned him to continue.

“That is what I fear could happen between two souls. Say they know each other well. They've been friends for a while. But what if one wanted more? It could destroy the dew, per sey... undo the bindings of their friendship forever. Bring upon a hurricane of awkwardness.”

“Now... what if a brave man threatened the dew?” He put his finger above another blade of grass, the bag he was holding becoming wet as it touches the ground. “Say he threatened the dew of your friendship with him. Would you, dear, want him to destroy it, or would you save the dew? It is all up to you. The finger hovers above it; you but tell me what I should do.” He smiled kindly.

With his words, he had won himself you: a prize worth more to him than anything else.
This is my contest entry for HetaliaXReader-chan! <3
The theme I chose was "nature."

Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
Story (c) Me
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~How can you not see behind/This shattered glass? Must you be so blind/

As to walk willingly in?/For this is where tragedy begins~

Rolling your head to the right, you let your gaze pass through the ghost who was lightly rocking in the swing next to you. Sometimes it was best to pretend you could not see them before talking to them. Ghosts could be skittish creatures, especially the older ones. They knew no one could see them, so you had to earn their trust before you earned their companionship.

Your unfocused eyes went through him - at least, you thought it was a him by the build - and strayed to the treeline. Your pseudo-interest in the waving branches did its job by distracting your otherworldly swing-set partner. Focusing back to the ghost at hand, you could safely say that he was a man.

Broad shouldered, heavy set, deeply muscled; this was a man of action. Your eyes flicked over him: his hands, an iron grip plain to see; his boot-clad feet; the shift of his back as he stood, a gun strapped tightly there. When he turned back to you, your vision was comprised of medals that gleamed like witch-light and a uniform that spelled solider. While he had no hat, the many pockets that lined both his pants and shirt sent you back to your old History of War course in high school.

This was a World War Two English General.

The shock of such an oddity - why would an English General be buried in Berlin, Germany? - must have registered on your face. The man stiffened, the movement tensing his arms and legs into lightning rods, rooting him in place. Rushing to catch him by his own surprise, your words stringed into one long exclamation, "Please don't leave, I don't mean any harm, even if that is a stupid thing to say since you're dead and all - and crap, crap, crap, crap that was rude of me to say, wasn't it?"

Gulping down a breath, you were slightly red in the face. The coloring slowly grew over the bridge of your nose when the ghost chuckled breathlessly; the human reaction catching you off-guard. You nearly fell off the swing-set when you heard him speak, landing yourself half in and half out.

"You remind me of an old Private, Mädchen. He spoke like every word would be his last." The soft tone this giant of a man spoke in was startling to say the least. He had a nice voice, some distant part of yourself noticed; a slightly deep baritone, an accent smoothed out and held steady with polished control. If he was English, he had a very convincing German dialect. His ghostly hands - the ones with the silent iron grip - guided you back to your swing. With not another word, he sat back down in his own swing and began rocking again.

Normally, the puzzle pieces would have fitted perfectly, but the shock at such a reaction had your mind in cartwheels. This was not normal. Where was the pointing? The shaking? The prayers of "No, I'm not done yet!"? The harsh attitude of untrue blame? The whimpering as if you were there to finally reap them?

Was he not as old as you thought? Were you mistaken with his uniform?

Seeing as he, apparently, didn't seem to mind, you peered closely at him. Yes, that was a WWII uniform. Yes, it was that of an English General. No, he was not English.

As if a part of him came back from the grave, a fierce look shined bright in his cornflower eyes; they spoke of the things he wished he never witnessed. You never got an up-close look at a solider before, so each shift, clench, twitch had your immediate attention. While your eyes roamed over the expanse of the man, they caught little details that had your mouth inching up into a smile. Oh, he was uncomfortable all right, but he let your examination continue on. That wasn't the best part, though.

Most ghosts were always somewhat dulled; their colors muted, as if they stepped out of an old movie. Everything but their eyes was somber - you believed that the eyes were windows to the soul and, as something with no body, it would burn bright. Yet it dampened your mood every time you saw this, saw the lively colors so subdued. As such, you were more than a little elated to make this ghost bloom bright red.

Quite the odd thing, emotions. Your eyes were wide in thrill you slowly reached over to this ghost and let your fingertips hover just above his cheekbone, the thought of how this was happening singing a sad song in your mind. You wished you could understand how some of these things happened, but you had little answers to your many questions; it was just how it was meant to be, you supposed.

You kept on checking his clothing and noting how awkward he was getting but you kept on anyway. If curiosity did kill the cat and satisfaction brought it back, then you were officially calling yourself a cat. You've never been this close, physically, to anyone before. You never really talked to anyone outside a certain group, even back in middle school you'd talk to just a small group of friends, and you were so close that you couldn't see any of them as anything but a sister or brother.

The closeness was refreshing in a way you didn't think it could be, but you made yourself stop after a while considering you were creeping him out.

The first person he meets who can see him and they're insane, how lovely!

You were internally bashing your head against a brick wall when you heard him clear his throat. While the brightness had gone away, he still looked visibly nervous and you stilled; silence was your friend as you wait for him to say anything. What he ended up saying was not what you were expecting.

"My name is Ludwig. May I ask for yours?" His voice was calm, not betraying what his eyes showed.

You paused, stood, and then said, "___________. My name is __________." You wanted to know what he thought you were doing, but he said nothing else and you guessed he liked the silence.

You felt it strange that someone used to the silence would prefer it over conversation; that a ghost would want loneliness over company. As you readied to go home (from what the sky told you it was nearing early morning) you thought you felt his eyes on you, but every time you looked back they were gone.

When you were walking back the familiar path, you thought more deeply about Ludwig, how it was, perhaps, the feeling of not needing words he craved instead of not using them. That the silence with someone there was what he needed - hell, it was what you needed, too. You thought about this from the park to your front door and everything in between them.

You thought you finally got it when you opened the door to the sound of nothing.

Closing the door, you weren't exactly too sure what to think. Ludwig was complicated in more than his past life; you couldn't read him like you could most others. Plus, how were you to make out anything when his dress and his person were so very different?

However, you were, albeit strangely, glad to have met him. Loneliness plagued you and maybe this silent man could help with that.

Spiritsighs Dividers 13 by Miistical

The days following you would make your way to the park and just sit on the swings. Sometimes you would bring homework, other times a book; anything to occupy yourself while Ludwig the silent ghost would sit beside you. After a week of doing this, you seemed to be more reliable as that is when he started to speak.

Sometimes he would ask you questions, ranging from the book you brought to how many siblings you had. Other times he reminded you of the old man he was; going on and on about his days in the war, maybe the times before, but never any time after. It didn't take much for you to realize that there was no after.

So, in your days and weeks and months talking with each other as lone company on chilly nights, you've come to know more and more about Ludwig. You were very happy to learn the little things about him the most, though.

Apparently, and you found and still find it sweet, he has less trouble talking to you than others. By others, he explained, he meant people he remembered and how loud or rowdy they were. However, he didn't spill why he was comfortable around you, but you didn't mind too much.

That, unfortunately, changed over time.

You started looking more into his comments - you knew there were double meanings and secret inside jokes hidden among them. You wanted to know why he compared you to his old friends; why one specific person, what did they mean to him?

As the weeks passed by, your sense of personal space shrunk until it was practically nonexistent. Ludwig would make a quip - "You laugh like my older brother, you know. No, that was not a compliment." - and you would see the memories invade his eyes, like he didn't mean to say that but his old soul wouldn't listen to his head.

Then there people he called not by name. His "childhood friend", "Private", "teammate"; all of them different people who obviously meant a lot to him. Ludwig would compare your speaking patterns to his old Private and, dear Lord, if you were to mention eating habits he'd start a tangent he knew from heart. If you spoke around a point he asked, he would make sure you knew that he knew what you were doing, that his old teammate and friend - you got him to say it was a Japanese man one day - had done the exact same.

The worst was his childhood friend and - that was it. All of that you knew was in that one title. But you were smarter than that; you knew love when you saw it and, apparently, Ludwig had no idea that it was love.

He had no memory of that love either.

Ludwig could not remember who he or she was, could not remember what they sounded like, what they wanted to be, or what they looked like. Of course, he said this only on days where he believed you weren't paying attention and he would whisper to the stars, as if they had answers in their tails. One day you had asked him if he remembered anything from that time. He was startled but you just waited.

Quietly, he told you, "They liked to paint. To draw. I would not be surprised if they were famous now."

Which is why, now, you are exhausted by not sleeping for the last few days and nights - somebody is bound to know something about Ludwig's missing friend and, by God, you were going to find them.

Spiritsighs Dividers 13 by Miistical

Dear Diary,

Day 694

I honestly have no idea what I'm doing at this point. I want to help Ludwig, but he doesn't ever really open up to me. I wish he did - I mean, he's told me so much about the military and how it works, his old friends, even his older brother!

But he still won't tell me why.

Why is it so important to him? Why won't he tell me what's really bugging him? Why won't he tell me about what happened? He refuses to speak about much of the war, even the things at the beginning of it are too hard to talk about, apparently. I want to help, but how can I when the most I get from him is "I wouldn't be surprised if they were famous"????

Hopefully I'll be able to find something about it soon - I just went through my "old school memories" box. Jeez, mom kept everything, but I'm glad she did. I've been wondering if the stuff from my WWII field trip survived over the years. Maybe they'll uncover something? Unlikely, but worth a try.

Anything is worth it at this point.


Spiritsighs Dividers 13 by Miistical

When you sat down at your regular swing, you felt as if you had sealed your fate to this seat; everything rode on what you were about to say. But even when time stretched on and Ludwig had joined you in his predictable silence, your throat failed to open; your mouth failed to speak; your vocal cords failed to work. It was as if everything in your body had turned brittle and cold, as if you had turned to stone.

Your thoughts raced each other in circles in your head, skipping around like a game of hot potato or something; everything was so jumbled that you were sure even your thoughts had thoughts that thought you were crazy. If you needed proof, there it was.

While it was a futile effort, you took a deep breath and, very calmly, blurted out, "I think I know who your childhood friend was!"

Your neck went limp in disbelief that you had really just said that and out of no where to boot. Thankfully Ludwig seemed less taken aback by your outburst and simply cleared his throat and waited for you to stop feeling embarrassed. If you didn't have his attention before, you had it now, his laser-like eyes practically boring into your soul as he waited for you to explain what you meant.

You came to learn that Ludwig was pretty bad at emotions and he appreciated things straight to the point, so this was probably his way of impatiently telling you to get on with it. So, you cleared your throat and began from the first day he brought this up.

You told him how it made you sad that he didn't know what happened to such a memorable person, so you took it upon yourself to do as much research needed to give his unasked questions some answers. You, in a small voice, told Ludwig that you wanted him to be able to rest in peace, knowing that those he loved did something great with their lives.

Sadly, you could only give him partial news.

Apparently his old friend was a boy named Feliciano Vargas. He was a prodigy in art and many paintings of his from his childhood hung in museums across the world. While Ludwig could give you little information, it wasn't too difficult to find him. Feliciano was raised as a girl by his father, to hopefully bring out a softer side to his art unlike his older brother, who preferred farming to art, but that's as much information on the brother as you could get.

You talked and talked and talked, rambling on and on about how skilled an artist he was, but that he stopped painting around the late 30s. You did not know anything after that, but you continued to fill the space with words and run-on sentences, detailing how you found copies of his paintings in some old storage when you went on your school's annual WWII field trip. You kept talking and talking until Ludwig lifted his hand to quiet you.

He looked troubled, though you couldn't imagine why. Maybe he was still digesting everything you said? Maybe he didn't want to know? Maybe what you said made zero sense?

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it, he did not take long to speak.

"It was World War Two," Ludwig started, like he did with most things, quiet and strong. "Feliciano and Kiku were with me at the time but I lost them in the siege; I have no idea if they made it out. Feliciano could run faster than he was shot at - he always joked about having Italian legs and an American heart, that idiot - while Kiku - I swear he was a samurai in another lifetime - was an honorable man, such as the Japanese were, and a mind about him like the English."

You weren't too sure where he was going, but as time went on and words filled the air, you slowly began to understand.

At the beginning, the very beginning, Ludwig told you about how they all came to be close friends, how Feliciano was a part of that branch specifically looking for his older and younger brothers, Marcello and Lovino. (Ludwig could not tell you if Feliciano found them, but, together, you hoped so.) On the other hand, Kiku was there to restore the lost honor his country no longer had. Ludwig detailed how the Japanese man felt; how he seemed betrayed by his nation and was there to right its wrong.

Then there was Ludwig himself. Of course he did not detail his own back ground, but you got his meaning. That his leader was insane and he refused to let innocents be slaughtered for the twisted goal of one man. That was all Ludwig needed to flee Germany with his brother to England in search of recruitment.

In between the scenes of demise he saw, he also told you many sweet things. How the three of them were many a time teased, called "The Axis" by their teammates because of their nationalities. Apparently an American Officer, Alfred was his name, gave them the most trouble for it - he gave shit to everyone, though, so Ludwig supposed it was how he kept the mood light.

Ludwig went on about his fellow soldiers; he talked about the ones he knew whom survived and the ones who he saw die before him. He talked about the Germans and their brutality, the Russians and their strength, the Canadians and their resolve. Ludwig talked like he never spoke a word before, as if the memories he had would be cemented if he turned them into words.

It took a while before you realized that that was exactly what he was trying to do.

He kept going on and on until he finally hit his own death, no detail given, no detail needed. Yet, he ended this with, "And that is why I cannot believe you."

Your chest stopped as you inhaled sharply. All of that, all of the terrible memories brought up, all of it was to tell you that he didn't believe you? You were baffled, rightly so, and you could only stare at him, waiting for the punchline of this cruel joke. You're not too sure if the one he gave was what you were expecting.

His gaze was not on you and you didn't mind. When he told you, "I cannot believe you because that means I lost the chance to tell him how much I loved him." you were sure that you would burst into tears if he were looking into your eyes. But perhaps that would be better than not seeing them at all.

Slowly, before you, Ludwig began to fade. You had no energy left in you to even reach for him, but luckily he reached for you. Shivers and goosebumps erupted when he touched your hand, his ghostly fingers wrapped around your wrist. You could not bring yourself to look away. Quietly, he said, "Go to the War Cemetery. I will be in the back, second to last row. You will know which one is me." Then the chill disappeared and you were left alone.

The sudden shock of warmth sprung you out of your seat and you raced down the park's path and on to the sidewalk and you ran. You did not stop to see the time, you did not stop to check the streets, you did not stop to do anything, not even when you brought up the cemetery's location on your phone, you did not stop for a second.

Following the instructions were hard as Ludwig gave you nothing more than a name and a row, but you found the cemetery a while before sunrise. Sleep was for the weak at this point, you had a job to do.

By the time you got there you were panting from your run. Of course, at this time of night, it was closed, but you would get in there anyway. Sure, a fence could keep out people, but not someone who refused to let anything get in their way. It took you half an hour to get over the stupid thing and you were sure you landed on something wrong when you fell part of the way, but you were in.

You, adrenaline pumping so hard you didn't even notice if you were in pain or not, walked down the row of tombstones, ignoring all of them in favor of the oldest in the back. Everything began to blur and noise sounded like static in your ears as you, ever so slowly, made your way down the second to last row.

Your feet halted just steps away from the shallow and old grave sight, a chill crawling down your spine as you looked at the ones that surrounded it. Some were in ruins, others so worn down you couldn't even tell there was a name there once upon a time, and few were decorated brightly, still visited by those who remembered their name. You walked closer, just baby steps, before you couldn't move a single inch more.

You didn't breathe. You couldn't. Not when you saw what had become of Ludwig.

His grave was among many just like it, except his was more damaged than the rest, like not one person took care of it. If you were honest, no one probably did. As you knelt down, you wondered why. Why anyone could leave a grave so untouched by humanity that it looked like it didn't even belong there. Sadly, your question was answered.

Engraved into the tombstone was one word: Unknown. That was all there was of Ludwig's German soul, all there ever could be.

Before you knew it, tears streaked your cheeks. This man you've come to know could only ever be marked as unknown, a casualty of a war he did not have to fight but fought anyway. Who fought for the good side, the right side, who turned against his own flesh and blood and land and people for the just cause. All he got was an unmarked burial place with no love and a wandering soul who wondered if anyone who kept his memory was still alive.

You would do your damnedest to make sure at least one person carried his memory. You wiped yourself free of tears, ignored the ache in your chest, and stood.

All you could think about was this brave and noble man. How he died for freedom, not for country. How he served his people and they will never know. You wondered, as you backed away from his grave, what his children would have been like. What his descendents would have looked like, how they would have acted, what language they would have spoken.

You couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if this man, the courageous Ludwig, would have lived; would he have gotten married? Find his friends? Have children?

The thought choked you, but it flew across your mind, breaking your haze anyway: Would his children be as brave? As handsome? As strong? As sweet?

But you knew that you could never know. So, there in the fading moonlight, you made your way back home, hurriedly unlocking and re-locking the gate when you went through. However, you did not leave until you whispered a promise to him - not to the tombstone or to the wind or to the gate - but to him. "Don't you worry, Ludwig. I'll remember you. Forever."

And then you turned and left to the sound of his voice echoing your name goodbye.
Omg, don't tell me, I know this could have been so much better.

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You stared at the napping male somewhat curiously. The roman man's curls having become a source of major curiosity from you for a while now. Whereas America, the Italy brothers, Canada, China, and Norway only had one curl...Rome had several on his head.

By one sheer accident involving Romano, you had discovered exactly what those hair curls did. And after some bashful asking around, apparently the curls served a common function between the nations. At first you had wondered if maybe this had something to do with genetics or just the fact they were all nations.

Then you remembered your boyfriend back home and his multiple curls...

Of course you were curious as to what would happen if you pulled on them, especially more than one at once, but it would be kind of rude to give him the wrong idea about your intentions. Sure, you had been together for about four months, but if your theory was correct then would it turn out wrong or inappropriate to ask?

You sighed indecisively and looked back at the sleeping man. Deciding against your exploration, you stood up and carefully climbed into his lap, snuggling into his chest.

"Mmm...(y/n)?" A heavily accented voice mumbled from beneath you.

You quietly cursed yourself for being cumbersome and sighed, "Sorry, did
I wake you?"

"Yeah, but no worries," he squished your cheeks good-naturedly, "I got to see this beauty climbing on me." He teased cheekily and you groaned with embarrassment.

Gently swatting his hands away from your cheeks, you gave him an curious look before blushing and burring your face back in his chest.

Rome raised a brow, bemused by this. "Is everything alright (y/n)?"

"Y-yeah..." You mumbled before stealing up your courage, "C-can I ask you something?"

Rome blinked in confusion, "Sure, go ahead mia principessa."

You blushed harder when he called you that just out of the blue. But that was Rome. Not a rhyme nor reason to many of the things he did.

"W-well, your curls..." You flushed and looked down at your twiddling fingers.

"Yes, what about them?" Rome asked, patiently urging you along.

"Are they erogenous zones like Romano and Italy's?!" You blurted.

Rome blinked at you with a surprised expression and you returned it with a flushed and nervous one.

But to your surprise, the Roman merely burst out laughing. You blinked in shock as his whole body shook with laughter. Tears eventually began slipping down his cheeks from his mirth.

"Oh~, mia bella amore." He chuckled deeply.

"Rome..." You groaned as he ruffled your hair.

"What got you curious hmm?" He prodded teasingly, "feeling ready enough to go that far with me? Already?"

"No! Good god you are terrible!" You replied with an exasperated laugh.

He merely replied with a mock pout, "Mean. But, to answer your question, yes. They are." He grinned.

You flushed red in embarrassment and shock, "Seriously?! How many are there?"

"About six the last time I checked." He said and lazily scratched the back of his head.

You blushed a whole new shade of red to which Rome replied to with a lecherous smirk, "Sure it might sound troublesome, but not when you're a conqueror." He boasted, "I mean, it is pretty useful when like...four girls want a piece of you all at once."

"No. Okay no. That's enough. I'm done." You blathered and scrambled off the couch.

"Hey, (name)! Principessa!" He called and jogged after you.

"Go away Rome!" You warned as you reached for the front door.

But he simply came up behind you and put a hand on the door. "Now wait just a moment." He chuckled softly.

"...I swear I will jump out the window." You warned.

"(Name), calm down. You're getting worked up over nothing." Rome laughed.

"You are certainly not nothing." You grumbled.

"No, I suppose not. But please, come back to the couch. It's lonely without you!" He begged.

There was a stretch of silence between you, "...fine." You sighed and let go of the knob.

"Yay, Mia Bella ragazza is staying!" He chirped.

"I will punch your teeth down your throat."

"I love you too~ mi amore."
Just struck me like a bolt of plasma.
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America x Reader x 2p!America-Party threesome lemon

(A/n: I'm warning you that this is a lemon which means sex is gonna happen and if you don't like
that then it's okay not to read this. Plus this is my first time writing a threesome so I'm extremely sorry if it sucks!!! >^<)

Already, you were dressed nicely for the party your best friend was hosting. Alfred always loved to have parties since he was such a social butterfly. To be honest you didn’t mind since you were his co-host and you got to become friends with so many people. There’s Arthur, Francis, Matthew, Mathias, Yao, Ivan and many more.

Alfred was having the party at his house but he came to pick you up. He honked the car horn telling you to hurry up. Quickly stepping out of your house, you get inside Alfred’s car. Thirty more minutes to get the party set up before the guests arrive. Both of you rush out the vehicle and start putting out the food on the table.

Soon the party was ready and few guests arrived. Before you knew it the place was crowed and acting wild. People were dancing, drinking, and having an overall good time. Smiling, you gave Alfred a high five for the success. Gazing at the sea of people, Alfred was stuffing his face with a Big Mac.

Sighing, you knew he would at least eat one today.

“Don’t eat too much. Arthur wants you to lose weight.”You stated.

“Dudette I’m fine!”He said, his voice slightly muffled since he still had food in his mouth.”I got a diet soda to balance it all out.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works…”You said.

Suddenly Alfred stopped eating the Big Mac and stared right in front of him. For some reason he was frowning so you looked in the same direction. A guy who looked like your best friend was walking over. But there was still a couple of differences in looks like Alfred had this dorky cute thing going for him and this other guy has sexy bad boy.

“Hey Porkchop, of course your eating meat.”The male gave a look of disgust to the half eaten Big Mac.

“Shut it Al! Besides you’re the one who decided to crash my party.”Alfred pouted.

“The more the merrier.”Al smirked.

“I didn’t want more.”Alfred glared at the look alike.

“Everything okay?”You asked.

“Who’s this Doll~?”Al winked.

“She’s my friend and she’s not interested!”Alfred answered for you even though you still replied.

“I’m (f/n).”A faint blush across your cheeks.

Al was definitely attractive but you had to convince yourself that he’s an @$$hole. His looks are the same as Alfred. Except Al had brown hair that looked a bit reddish. Instead of baby blue eyes, they were blood red and he didn’t wear glasses. He did have sunglasses on his head though.

They both had the adorable cowlick sticking out.

But Al soon left when this colorful male who looked like Arthur called his name. Shocked about Alfred’s doppelganger, you waited for some kind of explanation or something. Nothing though. He continued to eat his Big Mac in peace as if nothing had happened and your curiosity was getting the best of you.

Who was that guy?

“What’s with your secret twin I never knew about?”You raised a brow.

“Allen? He’s a jerk, player, and you should stay away. As the HERO!!!”Alfred posed.”I will keep you away from the villain.”

“Alright.”You chuckled.

Walking into the crowd of people the party soon went ever crazier from there. Alcohol soon appeared when Gilbert decided to bring beer and Mathias did the same. Arthur immediately got wasted so the party lost all its sanity. People were playing 7 minutes in Heaven and some were actually playing Strip Poker.

Shrugging, you just decided not to be one of them. Looking for Alfred, you soon saw his cowlick and went towards him. Once he saw you, he instantly hugged you and started to say things that were slurred. Great. He’s drunk too. Pushing him off lightly, you put him on a seat and sigh. Now the only person you could talk to was drunk.

The music was so loud you had to yell to be heard. It was already night, people were wasted, doing nasty things, and you were the only sober one here. Crossing your arms, you thought about joining the drunk train but decided against it. Sure you had one shot of vodka but you felt fine.

With nothing else to do you just went up the stairs and entered Alfred’s room. Good thing no one was having sex here. Closing the door, you were glad to have some silence, even though the loud music was still faint in the background. Walking over to Alfred’s bed, you plopped your body onto it and closed your eyes.

Only a few minutes later you felt someone was watching you. Looking to see who it was, your eyes widened to see Al peering over you. Shocked, you soon sat up on the bed blushing. He smirked with a chuckle leaving his lips. Al sat down on the bed staring at you, while you were just red in the face.

“What are you doing here?”You asked.

“I’m gonna do you.”Al said before smashing his lips onto yours.

His arms quickly wrapped around you not letting you leave his hold. But you actually liked his kiss so why leave? Kissing him back, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Slowly he started to push your body onto the bed. He hovered over you but the kiss never broke. To be honest you wouldn’t mind having sex with Al.

You just couldn’t say a word to Alfred about it.

Al’s tongue slithered inside your mouth as it touched every spot there. He had a tongue piercing so it felt strange…but nice. Battling his pink muscle for dominance, he quickly won right off the bat. Entangling your fingers into his hair, you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. As for him he smirked before the two of you were interrupted.

The door slammed open and the two of you looked to see Alfred still drunk and upset.

“D*mn it!! Al got to you first!! Hmph!”Alfred pouted, closing the door before running to the bed.

Jumping on it, he immediately pushed Al to the ground before tugging off your shirt roughly. Blushing, you didn’t know how to feel about your best friend doing this. Or the though of this turning into a threesome. You were about to cover yourself even though you still had your bra on, but Alfred quickly snuggled into your chest.

“Get your f*cking face off of her! I’M having sex with her!!”Al growled.

“Well when you fell off the bed, Dude, you kind gave her to me.”Alfred smiled.

“Gah! Listen here fat @$$-!!”

“THREESOME!!!!”Alfred yelled happily.

“Um..”You sighed and looked to Al.

“Sure why not.”He began to smirk.

“I was talking about me and my penis.”Alfred stated before Al threw a pillow in Alfred’s face.

“Shut up.”He growled.

Alfred smiled while looking at you lustfully. He quickly started to kiss your neck while Al started to strip. Then it was Alfred’s turn to undress, as soft moans escaped from your throat. Both of them had abs and you couldn’t help but drool a little. Feeling slightly self conscious, you were surprised Arthur wanted Alfred to lose weight when he had a six pack.

After taking off your pants, you hesitated to take off your bra. Soon Al got impatient and quickly unclipped it for you. The (f/c) piece of cloth fell to the ground as you covered yourself. How do threesomes even work anyway? Al licked his lips as he started to tug off your underwear. Alfred started to kiss you and you couldn’t help but moan into it.

Your lower regions started to burn as your eyes were glazed over with lust. With Al down ‘there’ he began to suck on your woman hood. Trailing your hands down Alfred’s back you began to dig your nails in while moaning out Al’s name. This unpleased the blonde as he cupped your breasts and began to suck too.

Once Al was done, he smirked to see your warm slightly sweaty body. Sadly another man was earning your moans. Both men were competitive so Al jerked Alfred’s body next to yours. Staring at brunette’s red eyes, he stroked your cheek before telling you to suck his manhood. Lost in lust you nodded obediently before putting him inside your mouth.

“Ah~! (F/n)!”Al groaned.

“Dudette! You barely know him! I’m your best friend so suck my d*ck.”Alfred whined.

“You’re drunk.”You said once Al came.

“So~?”Alfred went behind you and started to massage your breasts.

“Mm~Alfred~!”You blushed.

“I get to put my d*ck in her!”Al said.

“No fair! You already got a blowjob from her!”Alfred pouted.

“Do I even have a choice?”You asked.

“Um, yeah…sure I guess.”Al said staring at you intently.

“It’s your body.”Alfred said before pointing to himself for you to choose him.

“I choose…”

“I choose…Alfred. I know him more so I guess I won’t mind.”You smile with your descion.

“YES!!!”Alfred high fived himself.

“F*ck…”Al groaned.

“Hold up!!”Alfred reached in his wardrobe and pulled out a condom.”Ready, (f/n)?”He smiled.

“Yep!”You nodded as Al kissed you.

Alfred slid his member inside of you and waited for your walls to adjust. A moment later he began to thrust back and forth. While Alfred was doing that, Al was playing with your breasts and making out with you. Moaning a lot into the kiss, you said both of their names to be fair. Soon Al started to attack your neck with love bites.

The thrust became faster and you’re climax became closer. Feeling a tight knot in your stomach, your hand clutched Al’s bicep as you digged your nails in. Everyone was a sweaty mess as you began to scream out, “I’M G-GONNA-“

“ME TOO!! Aah~!”Alfred grunted.

The once alive crackling pleasure in your lower regions began to disappear quickly as Alfred soon came after you. Pulling out, he sighed and right next to you. Smiling, you cuddled into Alfred’s chest while Al put one arm around your waist. Falling asleep, it wasn’t until morning when you woke up from the sun’s light.

“Ugh.”You groaned to see Alfred and you naked.

“Hey you woke up. Can you tell me what happened because I only remember bits and pieces, plus do it in a low voice?”Alfred asked.”Dang hangover is giving me a headache. I told Al to leave.”

“We had a threesome.”You stated.

“Wait what?”Alfred quickly put on his glasses and stared at your face.”Was Al…the other…”

“Uh huh.”You nodded.

“Was I the one inside you?”Alfred blushed.

“Yes, I chose you.”You hugged him.

“Great! The Hero always gets the girl of course.”Alfred strikes a pose.

“Yes he does.”You chuckle.

“Say, um…(f/n), would you be my girlfriend?”Alfred blushed.

“Aw! Alfie, of course I would!!”You kissed him before giving him a tight hug.”I was hoping you would say that.

“I choose…Allen. Sorry Alfred but it’d be weird to have you be inside me.”You shrug to see Alfred growl.

“Good choice, Doll~.”Al smirked.

“Fine! I call your boobs, (f/n)!!”Alfred yelled, before shoving his face and snuggling into your chest.

“Seriously?”You chuckle.

“You’re gonna kill her with your weight, Porkchop. Get the f*ck off her.”Al growled.


“I got the condom.”Al pulled it out of his jeans, before putting them on the floor again.”Ready, Dollface?”

“Yep!”You nod.

Al slid his member inside of you and waited for your walls to adjust. A moment later he began to thrust back and forth. While Al was doing that, Alfred was playing with your breasts and making out with you. Moaning a lot into the kiss, you said both of their names to be fair. Soon Alfred started to attack your neck with love bites.

The thrust became faster and you’re climax became closer. Feeling a tight knot in your stomach, your hand clutched Alfred’s bicep as you digged your nails in. Everyone was a sweaty mess as you began to scream out, “I’M G-GONNA-“

“ME TOO!! Aah~!”Al grunted.

The once alive crackling pleasure in your lower regions began to disappear quickly as Al soon came after you. Pulling out, he sighed and right next to you. Smiling, you cuddled into Al’s chest while Alfred put one arm around your waist. Falling asleep, it wasn’t until some ruffling noises woke you up.

Opening your eyes you saw Al putting on his worn out jeans, with his shirt in his hand.

“Al? Where are you going?”You asked.

“Hey Doll, you’re awake. I’m just leaving before Fatty here wakes up.”Al chuckled softly.”He defiantly doesn’t want to see me naked next you who’s also naked.”

“Oh…well bye I guess.”You frown.

“Don’t be so sad, Dollface.”Al puts on his shirt, covering his chiseled abs. He walked over to you and kissed you.

You were about to put your arms around his neck for a longer and passionate kiss but he pulled away. Already you missed the touch of his skin against yours. Looking down, you noticed Allen pull out a piece of paper and began to write on it. Glancing up you smiled as he handed you a pen to write your number.

Writing it down, you handed him the paper excitedly as he gave you his number. Al said goodbye before walking out of Alfred’s room. Putting his number in your phone, you sighed happily before getting a text from him. Checking it, a smile formed on your lips as you read it over and over again to yourself.

Al: Let’s meet again soon (F/n) ;)
Man I feel like I'm rusty on writing Al's character. >3< dang it!!! Plus I feel like I made Al's version more
romantic then Alfred's I'M SO SORRY.
Personally I think I suck at writing Alfred's character. Sometimes I feel like it's not even him no matter how hard I try. I stink at lemons and then I tried at a threesome. But I'm trying to get better as a writer so I'm trying new things -w-

I don't own 2p America or 1p America
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    “1865,” you mumbled to yourself, scribing the alternative with a pen hesitantly. No more than a second after it, you felt someone poke your back in a hurry.

    “It’s 1870!” Feliciano whispered, trying to correct you in time.

    But you had already marked the wrong one.


    “Should I remember you that this is an individual activity, Miss (Last Name)?” The teacher’s thunder voice immediately caught your attention, as you fixed your posture on the chair, “I’m sorry, sir.”

    He sighed, paging through a History book, “And please, watch your language.”

    At this last advice, you could hear a chuckle somewhere in the classroom — looking at you, Lovino repeated the old man’s words with no sound. To show your anger, you made sure to throw an eraser right at him.


    A curse — coming from Lovi, not a shock.

    “Individual, Vargas.”

    Now, that was a surprise. You were perfectly aware that your grumpy friend just swore. And, instead of getting a scold like you, he only received a couple words about go back to work.


    Oh. Because your teacher can’t speak Italian.

•              •               

    “Lovi! I’m begging you!” It was lunch time, and you had a plan trapped in your mind. But, to conclude it, you needed his help more than anything, “C’mon, just some words!”

    “If you want to learn Italian, you can ask Feliciano!”

    “Feli wouldn’t teach me something like that! It has to be you!”

    The young man growled, giving in.

    “Just why?

    “So I can swear and no one will know!”               

    His brows narrowed after hearing your reasons. It was that? He sat on the bench, turned to you, “Damn, fine!” You giggled in happiness, barely convinced that you really got Lovi to teach you.

    Gazing at your animated features, he wavered. There was no way Lovino could swear at you like that, with his heart pounding each time faster. Fighting against his own blushing, the Italian started to speak.

    “Tu sei affascinante.

    “Affasciman…” You tried to repeat, stumbling over all those syllables.


    “Tu sei affascinante.

    A smile played onto Lovino’s lips, making you grow curious.

    “Why are you happy, Lovi?”

    “N-Never mind! Keep repeating until you memorize!”

    You squeaked in surprise, near to complain, “You’re a picky teacher!” However, you did as he told you to.

    Hearing you say this same phrase several times was music to his ears. He took a little long to let you stop, but only when a better idea came.

    “E sei unica.

    “Ah, that’s easier! Sei unica,” a small laugh escaped — probably, this would be the only time when you could swear at Lovino without making him angry. It was funny. He hummed in approval, satisfied with your pronounce.

    “If you’re talking about a man, it changes to ‘unico.’ Try it.”

    “Tu,” you risked a pronoun, stealing an extra smirk from Lovi, “sei unico.

    “Just don’t you dare to go saying this to every shitty guy around the world.” He got up after a loud sound warn that the lunch was over, rubbing his neck sheepishly.

    You also leaved the bench, wending to your next class with the young Italian, “Why? Is it one of those really bad cursing words?”

    He kept staring the way.


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    Here you are. In front at that same teacher who complaint about your swearing. Back to the exercise, the truth was that you were incredibly excited to test your new vocabulary.

    Pretending to see a hard question, you hurried to shout, “Sei affascinante!” Behind you, Feliciano mumbled something in surprise. Maybe because, now, you knew how to swear in his language! The teacher simply glared at you, sighing once again.

    E sei unico. Unico!” At this point, Feli couldn’t hold himself anymore, leaning forward.

    “(Name), what are you...doing?”

    “Hm? I'm cursing!”

    “...You are flirting with a paper, bella.”

    “I-I am? But Lovi told me...!”

    A few desks away, Lovino was paralysed with a blush, almost leaving his chair to shut his brother in this right moment.

"What is all that fucking Italian? How do you think that I'd know these words?"
Chill down, I'm gonna explain.

Sei affascinante — You're enchanting.
Sei unica/o — You're unique.

yes, I was afraid to make something more complex 'cause, like, I don't speak Italian, but I'd love to
Try to guess how many times I changed my plots just this week before write this. More than five, I swear.
But here I am, making a little break from my usual ~nothing~ Roma is a cutie, isn't he? And Feli can be such a lil' jerk when we're talking about his brother's love life-- pffff. A lovable one, tho.

I thought about leaving a "swearing" warn, but........well, the title itself already does it. Kinda. Oh, yes, this is supposed to be an entry for ChangeOHearts101's contest~ My mind was so full of angst, lime and 2P, I don't know how I managed to write something next to a fluffy! But I'm happy 'cause I could finish it in time~ And a special thanks to CappuccinoBee, who was a angel and helped me a lot with the ideas--- and moral support. 

So, disclaimer time~

Hetalia belongs to :iconhimaruyaplz:
Picture belongs to its own creator — if you know him/her, please tell me so I can credit this person~!
Plot belongs to me.
You belong to a life full of fake cursing words yourself.
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"LOVINO ANSWER YOUR PHONE!!" You groaned as you left the Italian another voicemail. You locked your cellphone and tossed yourself onto your bed. Grabbing the nearest plushie and hugging it towards your chest, you stared up at the ceiling and let out a long sigh.

You squinted your eyes against the sun's harsh ways peeking through your bedroom window. Stumbling out of bed, you tugged on the curtains, hoping that it would make your room a little cooler. Waving a hand to fan yourself, you let out another groan of despair. It was summer, your air conditioning wasn't working, you forgot to pay for your internet so your wi-fi wasn't running either, there weren't any food in the kitchen to snack on, your stubborn Italian boyfriend wasn't answering your calls, and more importantly…


You were just about to pull a prank on Gilbert until something fell out of your pocket. Curiously, you picked up the small object, "Keys?" You muttered to yourself as the small silver key sparkled in the sunlight. Your face lit up, "That's right! I forgot to return Lovino's keys!"

You remember Antonio calling you a couple of days ago to take your tipsy boyfriend to his home after one too many drinks. You've been meaning to return them and now was the perfect time.



Lovino stirred in his sleep and glanced over at his brother, Feliciano. "Feliciano, go get the door."

Feliciano rubbed his eyes and let out a yawn, "But I got it last time fratello."

"So? Go get it again." Lovino ordered as he turned his back towards him groggily.

"But fratelloooo!"


Lovino pressed the pillows against his ears in an attempt to drown out the whines of his brother and the sound of the doorbell. But as always, it was futile. Throwing his tomato printed pillow at his younger brother, he tossed the bed covers of his body, "Argh geez, FINE! I'll get the door!" Feliciano let out a satisfied 'Ve~' as his grumpier counterpart stomped downstairs to see the unwelcomed visitor.

"To visit when it's siesta time!" Lovino scoffed. "Who does this guy think he is? I'm going to give him a piece of my mind when I open tha-"


Lovino cringed as the sharp sound pierced his ears, "OKAY, OKAY I'M COMING! CALM YOUR TITS YOU ASSHAT!!" He threw the door open, "WHAT DO YOU FUCKING WA- oh, it's just you."

You waved your fingers flirtatiously as you gave your Italian boyfriend a wink, "Ciaossu~" You couldn't help but giggle at how adorable he looked! Lovino's usually silky smooth cinnamon colored hair was standing and curling in all sorts of directions. He wore a simple white shirt over blue jeans, an attire he wouldn't be caught dead wearing even at the supermarket. But what made him look the cutest was that scowl of his! Usually, he had a small frown of discontent on his face but today, he was poutier and grumpier than usual -- how adorable! "You're looking awfully cute today," You hummed as you stepped into the house, closing the door behind you.

Lovino glared daggers at you, "Do you know what time it is?"

You lifted your wrist to check your watch, "It's…oh would you look at that! It's time to be lovey dovey with your cute girlfriend~"

Lovino sidestepped your attempts to glomp him, causing you to fall onto his plant.  "It's my riposo time you idiota!" His scowl and glare intensified. "And stop molesting my plant, you pervert."

You peeled yourself from the potted plant and dusted your clothes off, "For your information, your plant was the one all over me." You crossed your arms and huffed before tilting your head at him confusion. "So in other words…it's your nap time?"


You nodded your head as the puzzle pieces clicked together, "So that's why you weren't answering my calls…"

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner!" Lovino cheered sarcastically as he clapped his hands. "Now that you know…" He motioned towards the front door, "Leave."

"What?" You gaped at him. "B-But I came all the way over here just to see you Lovino!"

Lovino sighed and walked up to you, "There. You've seen me, you can go now."

You furrowed your eyebrows together. There was no way you were going back to that hell hole where there was no wi-fi, air-conditioning, pizza, and a cute Italian boyfriend! Especially when everything you have ever wanted was in this home, right here!

"But Lovino, I wanted to hang out with you!" You pouted, clinging onto his arm cutely. "It's so boring when I'm not with you!"

He glanced down at you, a blush dusting his cheeks. He lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck in embarrassment, "Well…"

You smirked deviously to yourself. Bingo. Acting cute was always Lovino's kryptonite!

"Then too bad, you're going to have to endure for three more hours." He stated as he started pushing you towards the door.

You dug your heels in the best you could, but it wasn't working. He was too strong! Before you knew it, he pushed you out the door and you were using all your strength to keep the door open, "Wait! But Lovino, if you love me you would let me stay in your house and eat pizza and pasta!"

His curl crinkled as he struggled to close the door. How in the world were you this strong?! "Well if you love me, you would go away and let me get some sleep!"

"No! Love knows no distance Lovi!…And I'm hungry!"

"Like hell I care! I just want to sleep!"

"Ah, (Name)? Is that you?"

You peered inside the house, "Feli!" You exclaimed cheerfully as you slammed the door open, crushing your boyfriend behind it in the process. You skipped towards the cheerful Italian as the two of you exchanged a cheek kiss.

"What brings you here bella?" Feliciano asked, not even bothering to question the earlier scene.

"Just wanted to pay the Vargas home a visit that's all…but…" You turned to Lovino, who was struggling to get up after being crushed by your football player door slamming super strength. "Lovino doesn't want to hang out with me…"

Feliciano looked at your pouting face and frowned at his brother, "Lovino, that's not how you should treat your fidanzanta!"

Lovino lifted an arm to wipe the corner of his mouth, "Feliciano, don't be fooled. She's not a regular girl, she's a horrible demon that wants to ruin my siesta!"

"You forgot plant molester, love." You winked.

Feliciano patted your head, "Don't listen to my fratello, (Name). You're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like, even if we're taking a siesta."

Lovino gaped at the two of you in horror. "Gracias Feli!" You hugged him happily.

"I'll be upstairs taking my siesta if you need anything." Feliciano waved as he walked up the stairs.

"Okay, sweet dreams Feli!" Lovino watched you cheerfully bid his brother a good nap before dragging himself towards the couch. You sat down next to the grumpy Italian, "Lovino, I have an idea."

He yawned, his eyes drooping sleepily, "And that is?"

"Let's take a siesta together."

That sentence alone was enough to slap the Italian wide awake. He gaped at you, a furious blush running across his cheeks, "W-What?!"

"Let's take a siesta together." You repeated, staring up him. He knitted his eyebrows together and bit his lip. How is it that you can make such a simple sentence sound so…wrong? Or maybe it was just him? He shook his head, it must be because of how serious you looked when you said it. Yeah, that had to be it. You weren't really one to be all stern and serious in the first place. In fact, you behaved a lot like a certain happy go lucky Spaniard, except you were much more prettier and didn't smell like tomatoes or turtles. But from time to time, you had your serious moments too and although Lovino would never admit it out loud, he loved seeing that side of you.

You waved your hand in front of him curiously, "Hello? Pizza to Lovino? Are you still alive?"

Snapping out of his trance, Lovino cleared his throat, a blush rising to his face. "Okay, fine!" He grabbed a couple of pillows from the nearby couches and arranged it on the couch you were sitting in. He crawled onto the sofa, laying himself behind you. "Just don't try anything funny. Got that ragazza?"

You were still in shock that he actually agreed to your idea. You knew that Lovino took his siesta very seriously. To be able take a siesta with him…it made you a little nervous. As a couple, you've cuddled before but this is the first time you're actually going to 'sleep' together.

"Are you going to keep being as useless as the 'g' in lasagna or are you going to come over here?"

You jumped at his voice, feeling yourself becoming uncharacteristically shy all of a sudden, "C-Coming!" You laid yourself beside Lovino, who already looked like he was deep in slumber. He looked so cute! Too bad your phone memory was already filled with pictures of you and Lovino.

He lifted an eyelid, revealing a peridot colored eye. "Geez…what am I going to do with you?" He muttered before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer towards him. "You don't have to be that far away from me. We are dating you know."

He rested his chin on top of your head, savoring the sweet smell of your shampoo and lotion -- his favorite scent. His favorite scent has always been the smell of pizza baking in the oven and fresh basil, but ever since he fell for you, you quickly replaced most of his favorites. Tentatively, you placed your hands on his chest, relishing the feel of his steady heartbeat. Slowly, a comforting warmth began to spread all over your body. It was so soothing being wrapped in his embrace and warmth like this.

"What's up with you, being shy all of a sudden?" Lovino asked, his voice pitches deeper due to drowsiness. "Just earlier you were talking to me like an French playboy."

You were glad that he couldn't see how red your face was right now, "That's because…" You trailed off, unsure of what to say. "This is the first time that we're 'sleeping' together."

Wait a minute, that didn't sound right.

"I-I- mean-"

"I know," Lovino chuckled, snuggling closer to you. He let out a content sigh, "This is the first and it's definitely not the last time."

You smiled, glad that your unexpected trip to his house was turning out better than you have planned, "It's not?"

"D-Don't think it's because I like cuddling with you! It's not like that!" Lovino stuttered, his stubborn streak kicking in. "I-It's just that you surprisingly make a really good pillow. Don't get ahead of yourself ragazza, hmph."

Chuckling to yourself, you kissed his cheek sweetly, "Whatever you say Lovi~"

His eyes widened at your move and a blush rose up to the tips of his ears. He averted his eyes, a smile gracing his lips for a split second and was quickly replaced by a bigger grin. He brushed back a stray strand of hair away from your face before planting a sweet kiss on your forehead.

"Just shut up and go to sleep, you bella idiota."

I've been wanting to write a siesta fic for Lovino for a while now! Ahhh, I need a Lovino in my life when I take siestas! But then again, I doubt I would get any sleep with someone as adorable as Lovino by my side!

… I'd probably just watch him sleep like Berwald. Hahaha…haha...ha… No respond 


~ Translations ~

Fidanzanta - Literally means fiancé but can also mean girlfriend ;)

Ragazza - Girl

Bella Idiota - Yes, Lovino just called you a beautiful idiot

Riposo is the Southern Italian equivalent of Siesta. I used both terms since everyone is more familiar with 'siesta'


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    Misty air hazed about the sundowned sky of purpled beauty creeping down among the fallen blue of the crested clouds along the surface of gentle waters flowing along the sand where her legs walked, feet pressing their prints into softened earth where saline puddles eased at her ankles near a swaying skirt that flitted at her ankles in a breeze.

    Gentle strides followed the curves of her flattering form as she felt the eyes of her lover chasing her across the sandy dunes that left grains of the earth scattered across her sand-speckled ankles where a gold chain was clasped. The way it glittered was luminous, golden waves smoothing into churned blue where she refused to stray further than the salty edges in the case of ruining such a gorgeous present bestowed upon her by her handsome man glazing the beauty of amber eyes over her wondrous skin as delicate and tasty as caramel so sweet.

    Hair was tossed back onto her shoulders, body striding over to Lovino Vargas where he sat in the luxurious shade of a striped umbrella of blue and white that left hazy lines over his quiet form upon a still ruffled towel laid out for two. Her spot remained empty for some while, open and yet still keeping that touch of usage where its wrinkles reminded him of her napping body and closed eyes when her lashes flicked with the passing breeze and light rays of amber glowing on her legs now tanned from the summer eve.

    Evening was fading away, yet he awaited her all night should he have to just to watch how she glowed when she darted over to him, eyes blocked by the cloudy sun as she followed her old steps toward the umbrella where she dove into its shady cove and felt the coolness radiate over her tanning flesh if she hadn't yet burned so badly to needing the sweet feeling of cold aloe on her back and shoulders.

    Lovino stared at the legs crossing when she sat, her anklet shimmering in a flounce of her body that flopped down at his side almost in the sandy dunes, and he longed to graze fingers over the skin of her delicate thighs. A place he loved to touch even when she was insistent it was only for the occasions.

    It pleased her to see him so wanting, so ever-lovingly hopeful that she was playing a new game every day even when her favourite was truly willing yet hard to get. 

    His lovely lady whisked her hands swiftly to the cooler, flipping open its hinged lid to reveal the pleasant cold of the ice it contained as well as the plethora of packed soft drinks and bottled water they had yet to delve into. Colas and teas- iced water just asking to be pored or rubbed down her back with all its glory as she questioningly tested its waters on the gentle fingers of her hand as well as her palm that passed over the cubes of ice until snatching out a cold cola and popping open its tab in an instant to quench her thirst.

    "Look at that burn," Lovino stressed with a stare at her reddening skin. It was almost irresistibly warm to pass the back of his hand by the heat where the tie of her bathing suit lie against her mid-back. "If you had listened to me you would have reapplied-"

    "And just what is the fun in that?" Her voice jostled him for fun, those heated eyes flashing back like the sun with their kiss so tropically tangy and sweet that it caused him to drop the attitude of his tone. Thrust into a certain passion, Lovino lie at ease on his back too, her body draping near to his in a plop that sent ripples of a breeze through her towel then wrapped behind her hair to keep away heavy layers of clingy sand.

    Softness bristled under his looping arm, hand clasping over a smooth hip where ringed bottoms of her bathing suit met his fingertips with definite warmth and dampness as saline as ocean waves.

    Though her skin was tinged with a sun's kiss and the beach's salt, she was as sweet as precious candy within the core, and fluffed out her cheeks in a silly face to make her lover just smile and laugh while the other arm was being used to fan himself through the groggy and relentless heat!

    Lord, was it deadening. Its power so mighty that sweat built up on his chest above a tan tank and beneath the dark shades larger than his eyes he felt heat collect in order to blear his vision like fog gathering on the surface of amber shades.

    He heard his lover laugh, her voice perky when she sat upright on her elbows to see just his predicament. "And look at those shades- you can't see."

    "Just a little cloudy." He replied with gentleness, and her cocky grin got to him enough for him to part them from his face. "It's too hot for this."

    "Being a grouch doesn't make the heat go away." 
    How dare that sweet temptress accuse him of being such a grouch! She was just as hot, he could view her well without the touch of hue to his vision, with her hand wiping away beads of light sweat and droplets of salty water. Burned skin was crisp and tan, her face was highlighted by a few rings where she too had worn sunglasses to guard those beautiful eyes.

    "Are you trying to make me look like an idiot?" He played. "You're burning up out here!"

    "I'm tanning, silly!"

    "You're burning."

    Look at her smile; just look at her radiance and playfulness despite the raging flames of the hot, silken sand around their fortress of cooler shade. Their umbrella sealed off the outer world in a striped haven where the clouds above were only silhouette and imaginary like thin lines of silver where they watched for a while and observed how things passed them by.

    Looking at her was like staring eye to eye with passion, heat clouding his mind sweetly with the muggy atmosphere sinking in around them in candied colours that stained the corners of the sky. Pure stars dotted the ethereal beauty closing in over them with the faint cloudy streaks giving character to the night giving birth to the warmth surrounding the couple on only their beach towel and buried them in privacy.

    No being was around to burden them nor speak out. There was the sound of rising waters swishing in and out on the tides that swept salty waves inward on the shore beyond their reach even when his partner's eyes scanned the waves for the sun she'd missed. Not that it would harm her to relax out of it for the night since it had left such a painful mark on her kind flesh, where Lovino dared graze with his palm cooled by ice dipped straight from the cooler.

    She gave a light shiver, bikini top growing taut over her chest with a jerking motion upright on her arms that sent a jolt through her tense spine and muscles so uneasy from the sudden cold that his beauty yelped.

    "Next time, a warning would be nice." She cooed, her lips pulling up into a cute smile. "Though it does feel nice."

    The ice melted down to nearly nothing, his fingers finding way over her back until able to smooth around the skin of her waist and tug her in close in a hurry, body melting against his as the ice had to hers with flushed mouths meeting in a passionate bind so thick that it nearly choked him to scent how lovely her coconut perfume was on her neck. 

    The smell of drowned lime was tangy in his senses, mixing with the immersive feeling he longed for more than she knew deeply in his loins. It bothered him; wanting to wait for the perfect moment yet heeding to her every sweet will until his lover was so ready and imploding with the desire that was felt thus far with the slow and yet thorough press of her hips to his. Meshing kisses thriving with the loss of tiny breaths between deepening lips so that hers were growing more swollen and breathless until his yielded back to give her a break.

    In this time, his girlfriend edged to the side, hands tangling into the auburn of his hair, the one curl sticking around to loop to her face though it mattered naught when she was behaving so recklessly- attacking his body as he did hers by grinding up his hips into her loving body, the heat of her bare stomach feeling so luxurious much like the welcoming flesh of her heated back and supple waist that he pawed wantonly in massaging circles or messy shapes undefineable by her clogged imagination.

    Remembering her fantasies, maybe she'd tucked the ones on the beach away. They were fairytales! Utter strangeness to think that sexual things truly occurred on the shores, water and sand taking over the skin, sun kissed bodies finding love in one another- but it was just dark around them, silence taking the form of whispering waves and crickets humming in the distance among traffic and other city life that did not quench their adventurous desires to be closer.

    Closer so that skin touched skin, fingers closing in on Lovino's tougher back with nails slightly digging into peach flesh. Shirtless as he may have been, it felt as though she were wrapped in a blanket of his heat, his mouth dropping to her shoulder in a burning kiss so that her neck would arch for him, lower body meeting his challenge with a slow rut to satisfy such an urgent want. 

    Her eyes were hauntingly wishful, pleading for him to look no further into their sultry action and just give into her dream as though it were nothing. Look into those eyes; feel the heat coursing through his veins as well as over his sleekening skin which had felt so unbearable until he was able to feel how her hands wandered low, grazing part of him rising behind palm leaf swimming trunks as a finger rose to her lips.

    "I won't tell, if you don't." She blew in his ear, biting faintly at the shell pleasantly when she adjusted herself tighter to his fitted body. That muscular form pleasing her to ride on. 

    "Hey, that's an idea."

I finally did it! I completed this fic for a friend, giggleharsh , who requested this a while back. She's become a good friend of mine and looked up to my writing so I thought I'd pay her back with a little smutty goodness. What's this? It's not smut, you say? That's because DA prohibits that. BUT, if you go to my account (Fictionallyattractive) you will find a few of my NSFW works, including a continuation to this one with all the smut you desire!

I hope you guys enjoy! <3

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Half cat! Southern Italy x Blind! Reader

    You were certain that there was quite a bit of loud swearing from Arthur as you approached the house. That certainly wasn't a good thing, Arthur usually tried his best to keep from swearing, but something must have really set him off to get him to the point of annoyance that he was at now. The door opened quietly and a soft voice greeted you.
    "Oh, hello (y/n), it's good to see you again. How aboot you come in and see if you can calm Arthur down, eh?" You smiled at the shy Canadian who stood in the doorway and nodded, holding out your hand for him to guide you. He hesitantly took it and led you to the room where Arthur was.
    "- bloody feline!! I swear that when I get my hands on you that you'll never be able to touch another plate of pasta or pizza ever again!!" Arthur screeched as you enters the room. A cat that are pasta and or pizza? Now that must have been a sight to behold. Oh wait.
    "(Y/n)!! I'm so glad that you're here!! I have a surprise for you and he is just eager to go home with you!" the Brit said swiftly, cutting off that line of thought. You were surprised when a fluffy mass of fur was pushed into your arms, then you were turned around and already headed back out.
    "His name is Lovino and he should be able to help you out around the house as a service cat. Thank you for your help, have a great day!!" Arthur said, and before you knew it, you were back outside and the door was already closed behind you. You stood there in shock for a moment, rather confused as to what had just happened. The cat that was in your arms let out a grumpy meow, and you shook your head.
    "Arthur must be in one of his moods again," you mumbled, heading back down the sidewalk to your own house with a new friend. The cat seemed to agree with you, meowing again.


    After almost a year, you found that Lovino was actually a pretty good companion as a cat. He had a bad tendency to be grumpy, but he was always there for you, no matter what the situation was. You had relied on him for many things, especially your relationships.
    Shortly after receiving the grumpy cat, you had gotten into a relationship with this guy named Carl. He seemed so nice to you, and helped you out sometimes. However, he and Lovino had never gotten along together. This resulted in more than a few strained arguments between the two of you, and it always ended with you trying to hold back tears.
    It was the day just before Christmas, and Carl had helped you set up some small decorations around the house, but nothing too big that you couldn't take down yourself. You were happily humming a Christmas Carol, when the phone rang.
    "Hello?" you asked into the phone after picking it up. You sat down on the couch and Lovino sat in your lap, purring softly as you pet him.
    "Hey, (y/n), we need to talk," came the voice of Carl. You smiled wide, had he called to ask you a question or something?
    "Yeah sure, what's goin-"
    "We need to break up." Those five words shattered your happy mood, and you nearly dropped the phone.
    "I.... What?" you asked. Surely he was joking, right? This couldn't be happening! Could it..?
    "The relationship between us, it's just not working out. I'm really sorry, but I have to break up with you. Good bye, (y/n), merry Christmas." And just like that, he hung up on you. You sat there for a moment, your heart aching, before the phone slid from your hands and fell into Lovino. He let out an angered meow, but all you could focus on was the pain you felt.
    Tears fell from your sightless eyes and you put your face in your hands. Why would he break up with you right before Christmas?? That just made the pain even worse. You let out a son and fruitlessly tried to wipe away the tears that kept pouring out.
    A soft meow came from the cat sitting in your lap, and a gentle paw patted your cheek. You felt Lovino sit to face you, then start licking the tears off your face. You couldn't help but giggle a bit, his tongue was touch like sandpaper and it tickled a bit.  He continued to do this until you had stopped crying, then meowed at you again.
    "You know what, who needs him? I have all I'll ever need right here with me already. I don't need a relationship when I have someone like you Lovino. I love you, my grumpy little kitty cat," you said, planting a gentle kiss on the top of his head, careful of the curl you had once discovered on accident.
    Shortly after you had been broken up with, you decided that it was time to go to bed. Lovino sat outside the bedroom door, waiting for an invitation to come in with you, like he always did. You called him over, told him you loved him one last time, and went to sleep.
    The next morning, you awoke to snoring right in your ear. As you slowly regained consciousness, you realized that a pair of arms were firmly set around your waist, hugging you closely to a toned chest. Your face heated up a bit as panic raced through you.
    Who was this guy and what was he doing in your bed?? More importantly, where was Lovino and why wasn't he going crazy right now? He hated it when you had guys over, so this guy should be torn to shreds! The man shifted and began to stir in his sleep.
    "Ugh, that's-a the last time I-a ever try to sleep without-a my plush...," the man said, his deep voice vibrating through his chest. The accent sounded like an Italian one and the man suddenly shifted, realizing what he was doing.
    "CHIGI!!!!!" he yelled, flailing backwards and, from the thump and curses that followed his actions, you assumed he fell out of the bed. You rubbed your poor ears and sat up.
    "What-a was I doing in-a bed with a bella ragazza??" he asked, making you blush. Did he just call you a beautiful girl in Italian? You sighed and shook your head.
    "I could ask you the same thing, you know, how did you get in my house?"
    "I-a was just-a sleeping peacefully and then, wait a minute. How did-a I become human again?!" the man yelled. Now you were really confused, what on earth was he talking about?
    "Look, this-a is going to sound-a crazy, but I'm-a Lovino. Your tea drinking jerk of a friend-a decided to turn-a me into a cat because-a I told him his cooking was-a crap!" As crazy as it sounded, you believed the man's story, because you knew that Arthur would pull a stunt like that. Especially for a reason like that.
    "I don't know how you became human again, but that doesn't matter that much now, does it?"
    "Oh yes it-a does, bella. I-a think I know exactly how I-a became human now." The weight on the bed shifted and something soft was placed against your lips.
    "Ti amo, bella ragazza. And you can't-a deny that you don't-a feel the same way about-a me, you said-a so yourself last night," Lovino said, his voice slightly husky, which made you blush like crazy. You did tell him you loved him, and he was right that you couldn't deny it.
    "I-I love you too Lovino," you said, suddenly a little shy around him. More softness was pressed against you lips, and you realized that he was kissing you.
    "Bene, now, I'll show you how men should really treat women, unlike how that idiota tried to treat you," he purred softly, and your blush only intensified. You had to say, it was one of the best Christmases ever.
Yay! Romano is done! He's one of my favorite characters, so it was kind a fun to do his installment. I won't be able to put the link from this story onto the preview's link panel for a little while, so please be patient.

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I do not own Hetalia!!
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I always wanted draw my One piece OC Kobato dancing with her long dress hun~ <3 so here she is~ Probably dancing for Aokiji~ <3 :heart: its not so easy to find good poses and such OTL but Im so happy with how it turned out especially after I started so many sketches today and nothing really gave me motivation to ifnish it ^w^; and then suddenly this picture was done so fast OTL why cant it always be like that TTvTT but you always have to try many things till you found something you like OTL so remember~ even if it seems like you wont be able to do anything this day, sketch a bit furtehr and you may create something great~ <3


Kobato belongs to me~

Art by me

One piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda~

All Rights Reserved Notice by Kezzi-Rose
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An art trade with :icondarkgirl1999: this her part of the trade…
She wanted a China x Vietnam fan art. I'm not really good at romance unfortunately so i hope it looks okay^^;
Hope you like it:) i'msorryforthebadanatomy.... :iconorzplz:

The characters belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz(correct me if i'm wrong) from the series Hetalia
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So because the Nyotalia mochis began to popping up I decided to make Fem Germany~

Well, hope you like it~! X333 :iconyayfemgermanyplz: :heart:
Feel free to use but please tell and credit me~ 83 :heart:

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Base & tutorial by :iconhetaliamoldova:
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(Nyotalia) Germany from Axis Powers Hetalia (c) :iconhimaruyaplz:
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Mochi!RussiaxReader Part 3

After _______ had gone off to bed with her evil mochi Alfred strolled over to the shelf that contained her vast collection of movies.  There was no way in hell he was going to sleep…  No dreams for him, no sir!  So he grabbed an action movie and popped it in before settling on the couch with his coffee.

About halfway through his movie, Alfred started to feel a little hungry.  Not to mention he needed some more coffee so he could stay awake.  Stretching, Alfred made his way to the kitchen, but when he entered he was that little monster sitting next to the coffee maker.  “Didn’t _______ take you to bed?”

The demon didn’t answer, it just giggled and stared at him.  Alfred suppressed a shudder, ‘It’s fine, just ignore the thing and it wont bother you…’

So, ignoring the hell spawn that was staring at him, Alfred refilled his cup with the blessing that was coffee.  But just when he was about to take a sip, he heard a familiar and terrifying tune.

Startled, Alfred wildly looked around, trying to find the source of the song, but it was just himself and the mochi.  Alfred just shrugged it off and took a generous gulp of his coffee.  “Ahh… that‘s really good coffee… Where does _______ buy this?” Suddenly, Alfred‘s stomach growled. “Hmm, I am kind of hungry… ________ wouldn’t mind if I made myself something to eat, and I’ll make it up to her later.”

Nodding to himself, Alfred opened the fridge, but then, out of nowhere something dropped onto his head, making an all too familiar kolkolkol sound.  Letting out a strangled yell, Alfred fell back on his butt, the possessed mochi falling into his lap.  Alfred quickly backed away from the ball of evil before him, trying (and failing) not to panic and scream like a little girl.

The two of them stared unblinking at each other, a creepy aura surrounding the mochi.  Then, the mochi spoke to Alfred in a sickly sweet sounding voice, “Don’t touch my owner’s food, da?”

Alfred could only nod furiously, scared out of his mind.  The aura died down a little as the mochi giggled at him, and then shut the refrigerator door.  “Good, the get out of kitchen, da?”

Quick as the Flash, Alfred grabbed his coffee and was back on the couch, shaking uncontrollably.  ‘What the hell was that!?’ he thought, trying to calm himself down.  ‘That thing must be possessed…’

Almost as if the mochi had heard his thoughts, Alfred heard it singing THAT song; it was as if it was mocking him.

“One, two…
Guess who’s coming for you~”

Alfred was defiantly not going to fall asleep… he was already in a nightmare…

You’re POV Next morning

Youo woke up feeling very refreshed.  After stretching, you sat up and looked around for your little mochi.  ‘Wait, where is he?’

Worried, you quickly got dressed and went to go look for him.  The moment you entered the living room, Alfred practically glomped you shouting, “Dude, _______!  Tell that thing in the kitchen to let me have some food!”

Wriggling out of his hold you asked, “What are you talking about?  What thing?”

“That possessed demonic thing you call a mochi!” Alfred shouted, waving his arms around.

You rolled you’re eyes, “What did he do?”

“It wont let me get anything to eat!”

“Probably because you always eat all my food when you come over,” you deadpanned.

“But _______….” he whined.

You held up your hands in defeat, “Alright, alright… How about I make you some waffles.  But after that, you need to go home.”  

He grinned, “You’re awesome ________!“

You studied Alfred for a moment, taking note of how tired he looked.  “Alfred, did you really not sleep at all last night?”

Alfred’s face fell.  “No…” he mumbled.

You sighed, “It was just a movie Alfie…”

“It wasn’t just that!” he said defensively.  “That hell spawn of yours was singing that creepy song all night!”

You shook your head in disbelief.  “Whatever Alfred…”  With that you walked into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

------------------Timeskip of awesome-----------------

After you had finished cooking the waffles, you set up the table and called Alfred for breakfast.  He peeked around the entrance and looked around before he finally entered and took his seat.  “Quit being a big baby, Alfred.”

Alfred gave you a look before starting on his waffles.  Ignoring the look, you pulled open the fridge an pulled out a large bottle of vodka.

Alfred raised an eyebrow, “Vodka?  This early?”

“It’s not for me.”

“What do you-”

Alfred was suddenly interrupted by a joyous cry from the tiny white blob that came flying across the room.  “VODKAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!”

Smiling, you poured the vodka for the mochi, who happily drank it.  Alfred stared in shock, “It… drinks… vodka?’

“Yes, he does.”

“O… kay…”

After breakfast was over, Alfred said goodbye and left, though you reminded him to get some sleep.  Closing the door you turned to se your mochi staring at you from the table.  Sighing, you walked over and picked him up.  “I suppose you want a reward for guarding my food, huh?”

The mochi just giggled happily in response.  You smiled despite yourself.  “Well, I suppose I should, but next time don’t scare him so much, okay?”


Thinking for a moment, you leaned forward and placed a small kiss on the mochi’s nose before setting him back down on the table.  “I’m going to go get ready, we’re going to Eduard’s house today.”

Mochi Russia’s POV

I watched in disbelief as _______ walk off to her room.  That angel lied to me!  I got a kiss from her, but I was still a mochi!

‘That’s not how magic works, chap.’

I jumped at the sound of the voice. “Who’s there?” I asked, looking around, only to find nothing.

‘You know very well who the bloody hell it is you twit…’ came the sarcastic voice of what I now recognized as the deceitful angel.

‘Now that’s a bit far Ivan.  I’m not deceitful.’

“Get out of my head…” I growled.

‘That’s no way for someone to treat the one who’s trying to help them.’

“Help?  _________ kissed me!  But I’m still just a mochi!”

‘It has to be a love filled kiss.  And on the lips.  Anything less than that and the spell will not work.’

“But then how do I get her do that?”
I questioned, I could feel an ache in my heart.

‘I couldn’t tell you that.  But I know you can find a way.  You’re a determined fellow.’

I sat in silence, thinking to myself.  I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn’t even notice _______ had come back.  “Alright, let’s go to Eduard’s.  I’m sure you’ll have some fun with his mochi’s while we’re doing work.”

Hmm…. And maybe there I could find a way to… yes… maybe…  I’ll have to ask the other mochi to see what they think.
Next part!

Oh my, what is Mochi Ivan going to do now?

If you haven't figured it out yet, the movie you made Alfred watch was the original Nightmare on Elm St.

Part 4:…
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OK so because I sort of make Prussia seem like the bad guy in my GermanyxReader story, I decided to make a PrussiaxReader fluff! Enjoy! :3 You know the drill, if theres **__** Infront of words then that means your thinking :3


You woke with a start, panting, lying on your back and staring at the ceiling, your heart pounding. You gulped and slid down underneath the covers. That was one creepy nightmare.
**what a freaky dream.... Damn it! WHY do I always read creepypasta's before I go to sleep?!** You thought. You suddenly felt something move your bed and you froze. You entire body heated up and your heart pounding. You then cleared your mind and remembered that it was your boyfriend, Gilbert beside you. You came out from under the blanket and looked at him. He was lying on his back, muscular arms spread and his hair was messy. You curled up against him and almost automatically, as if by instinct that he knew it was your body against his, he manouvered on his sude and wrapped his arms around you. You blushed and nuzzled into him. But you were still to scared to sleep. It was dark outside. Every now and then, Prussia would murmer ''awesome'' in his sleep.

You stayed awake until it became bright. You noticed Prussia moving in his sleep and rubbing his eyes so you quickly closed yours and pretended to be sleeping. He stretched and you could hear him give a small happy sigh. He moved your hair out of your eyes and gave a small kiss on your forehead. He got out of bed and you stayed in it. You eventually fell asleep due to pure exhaustian.

''Oi, Frau! vake up!'' Prussia said, shaking you slightly. You murmured tiredly.
''The Awesome me has toast and juice~~'' he said in a sing song voice. You sat up and chewed on some toast. Prussia placed the juice and the bedside table and got back into bed with you and you leaned against him tiredly.
''Katzchen, you ok?'' He asked, nuzzling into your hair.
''No, I didnt sleep at all last night'' you whispered.
''You vere asleep vhen I vke up'' he said.
''I faked it.'' You said simply.
''Vhy didnt you sleep'' He asked. You explained it all to him.
''Awwww, schatz! We both know creepypastas are awesome and we both know creepypastas are jsut made up!'' he laughed. You hugged him tightly.
''But Prussia! They're scary! BEN! Jeff! Abandoned Disney! SQUUUUUUUUUUIIIIDWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD!!!!'' You howled into his chest. He was weaing his black wifebeater top and you could feel his toned chest. He wrapped strong arms arund you.
''N'awwwwww sehr süß!! He sang, hugging you tightly. He pulled away slightly and pushed your hair out of your eyes, cupping your face gently with strong hands and looked into your eyes.
''____, Theyre fake, and besides, I vouldnt let anyone, or ANYTHING, hurt you. Especially not some thing in a negative-looking mickey mouse costume!Your too awesome so Im not letting you be scared!'' he said. He kissed you and you kissed back. You both lay on the bed kisssing for a while then you got up and got dressed. It was a lovely sunny day and you and Prussia were going out for a picnic! Prussia was wearing a white band tshirt and light blue jeans, looking as casual as ever. You pulled on light denim shorts, cute red converse and a red strappy top. The straps had red frill on them and a skinny black belt around your waist. You and Prussia packed a picnic basket. Well, you packed, Prussia exclaimed that you two should only bring sweets. You packed sandwhiches, coca-cola, baked treats and of course, sweets. You two set off for the park down the road, which was filled with families, couples, people walking their dogs and children in the play center. You two found a nice secluded area under a big tree .
''Its soo warm!'' You said happily, sitting down beside your boyfriend.
''I know! Its awesome!'' You had a great day with Prussia. It was so fun! Playing, eating, messing, mock-wrestling, kissing.... It made you forget all about the creepypasta's! You two returned home around 8:30PM. The sky was a pretty orange-red-yellowy colour, tinted with purple and pinky clouds.
When you two got home you two made a fort and watched movies, changing into your pyjamas and eating more sweets. When 1:00AM rolled around, you both went upstairs and slid into bed. Prussia turned off the light and all your fears came back. You whimpered and ducke under the convers. Prussia wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead, pulling the blanket around you a bit more. You nuzzled into his chest. You felt so safe in Prussias arms.
''Prussia, you'll always protect me, right?'' You whispered into his chest.
''I vill always protect you, ____, Sweet dreams, Frau, ich liebe dich...'' He murmured.
''Night night, Prussia, I love you too...Thank you....'' you whispered.

Im proud of this, Im going to award myself with some Monster and Germancest~ :3
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Ok this is kinda silly but it just makes me happy ok :meow:
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It was official; Kuroo Tetsurou was the best cuddle buddy ever.
It wasn't simply cuddling that we are talking about, no, he made it simply majestic.
His arms and legs were long and slender, easily to wrap them around your body, to tangle his longer limbs with yours, the large feet, which may or may not were covered in socks, brushing over your with your school pants covered legs, one arms securely wrapped around your waist whilst the other was used as a pillow as you slept.
Kuroo watched his slight softened eyes how you rested peacefully in his arms.

He had heard from other that you haven't felt good lately and that your sleep wasn't doing so good as well.

The black haired male knew that his hugs could fulfill magic, that was no secret, and he also was aware of that you would do anything for a good hug or cuddling.
That was the reason why he was your cuddle buddy.
Kuroo would always tell you 'no homo' – of course – before pulling you down with him as he would flop down on either yours or his bed, would pull you close and press your face against his chest whilst he would place the underside of his chin on the mop of the hair of yours.

Which led us to the current situation again, of course.

You were trapped between him and the wall, not that you really cared since, well, you were sound asleep, shamelessly abusing the volleyball player's arm as a cushion to rest one's head on, the back slightly touching the wall behind you.
A single strand of your hair slipped into your face, not fitting into the previous picture of your visage.

Lifting his hand that he had been resting on the small of your back, it was limply raised by him; the nibble fingers guided to the cheekbone as they brushed the exposed skin of yours to the single, loose strand of the hair.
He tried to stroke it back, gently so you wouldn't even feel it the slightest during your slumber but it just kept on falling back.

He narrowed his already lathy eyes, the corner of his mouth formed into a straight line as he watched how that stubborn piece of hair kept on falling into the place where it was actually not supposed to be.

He gave an annoyed sigh.

Softly, he tried to pull out the arm from underneath your head and wow, your head was heavier than it looked. After some struggling and silent cursing, he had replaced his limb with an actual pillow, shifted so he was lying on his side and directly with his face facing yours.
He raised both of his hands, the elbows softly touching his firm stomach, as he now used both hands to keep that stupid hair of yours tamed.

The third year started to run his hands through your locks, combed it with his fingers up to the point where he had nested your face in his chest and massaged your scalp with a slight humming, the eyes closed as his lips wore his usually half-smirk-half-smile smile, where they twitched from this to that one since he couldn't decide to either tease you later on or just enjoy this moment of peace and comfort.

He buried his nose in your hair, breathed in heavily and inhaled the scent of your shampoo, which caused a shudder to run down his spine.
Just as he was about to close his eyes and welcome the sleep as well, he heard you murmur into his chest, loud enough for him to hear and to feel embarrassed about only to cover it up with a weak, half-assed smirk that you weren't even able to see anyway.

“What are you doing. I thought this is a no homo thing.”

“N-Nothing! And it is not homo at all!”

But it is, Kuroo, it is.
// Kuroo Tetsurou x Male!Reader//

could've named it no homo as well tbh--

something small for my dear Ji-Yunn bc Ji-Ji wasn't feeling good lately ♥

I hope i didn't fail you, like what is this frick frack even like wtf-

Is it fluffy? Kinda? A little?
I hope at least a little, after all that angst that I have written.

Thank you so much for reading this!

Picture © Haruichi Furudate

Story/ Plot © KatelinLikesFeenie

 © Yourself

Kuroo "No Homo" Tetsurou 
© Haikyuu!!

 © Haruichi Furudate

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"So..." Felicia started hesitantly, rocking back and forth on her feet and looking at the floor, since she hadn't had the courage to look up at Monika in front of her yet. She kept her arms behind her back, holding a paper bag which hit her bottom every time she moved forward. "New Year's Eve is coming..." she said somewhat nervously before biting her bottom lip for a second, then took a deep breath and got to the point. "And I'm going to Roma for a while to see my sister. I'm only coming back on the fifth, and I won't be here to give you this, so here you go." She stopped, extended her hand with the bag towards Monika and said a quick prayer in herself, hoping her always nice and never grumpy friend wouldn't find her little gift too embarrassing. It seemed a good idea when she was in that store, but not now that she was standing there.

Hesitating maybe just as much, Monika curiously took the bag and dug into it after mumbling a soft, unsure thanks. She pulled out something that made her gasp shortly, but after forcing herself to stop frowning quickly and blinking a few times, she took a deep breath and all she could do was smile, accepting defeat from her once again. She didn't know what she had been expecting from her.
"I've never seen so much lace at once in my life." She said with a silly smile as she examined the set of lingerie she had just received.
"And it's red too." Felicia shrugged, grasping her own hands tightly behind her back in her nervousness. "It brings you luck and everything."
"That's great. Thank you." Monika dropped the way too lacy for her liking underwear back into the bag, but when she saw that Felicia was still standing there in the same way, just as shy and nervous as before, she was wondering if she still wanted something.

"Anything else?"
"Um..." And she started that rocking again which always annoyed Monika after a while, but she never said anything. "Won't you try it on?" She slowly lifted her gaze up at her. "I have even washed it for you."
"Oh... Well..." Monika found herself frowning again, not exactly comfortable with the gift or the idea of wearing it at all. But then... Being all awkward for a minute or two for her seemed to be way better than offending her and dealing with her bad mood for the rest of the day. The look on her face and the way she did anything at all, so nonchalantly and bored, made her feel guilty every single time. She took a deep breath and gave in. "Alright, but just because you're asking me to, Ita."

Hearing those words made Felicia - or Ita, how Monika called her, at first just to make fun of the way she said Italia, but later it had become just a nickname for her that she quickly grew fond of - really happy, so much that she suddenly threw her arms around Monika's neck and held her tightly.
"Great, I'm sure it will look good on you!" she said with a big smile. Monika patted her back, then pushed her gently away.
"Let me go change then."
"Sure thing!" Ita sang and watched her leave towards her room. She only followed her to the door, which was left half open, so she could not see inside, but they could hear each other.

"Do you want me to be nice or honest?" Came the questions from inside after a short time. One could hear the discomfort in her voice, which she failed to suppress.
"Is it uncomfortable?" Felicia asked worriedly from outside.
"No, no, it's not that."
"It doesn't even show so much..." Her voice suddenly became weaker, which Moni thought would be a sign of Ita one step closer to cry.
"Sorry, but..." she had to say it, she found no better way to describe the feeling. "I feel like there's some first class prostitute looking back at me in the mirror." At least she could avoid using the word whore.
"Pretty sure it looks good." Felicia's voice shook. "Or just cha-"
Monika heard a sound from her that resembled a hiccup, but she had a worse feeling about that. She started mentally preparing herself to comfort her, growing somewhat worried at the same time.
"Feli?" She walked towards the door and opened it fully to see her.  

She regretted the decision immediately, and she stepped back inside, hiding her body behind the door, only sticking her head out of the room to see. To glare. To give the I swear I'm going to beat you up look to Luciano, who had an arm around Felicia and a hand on her mouth. He was holding her from behind, a carefree smile on his face.
"Come on, we both want to see. One second wasn't really enough." He grinned. His captive had had her eyes tightly closed until then, she looked up slowly to give a sincerely apologetic look to Moni.
"Idiot. Let the girl go." Monika nearly growled.
"Why, it's not like I'd hurt her. She does a very good job dressing you for me. Right, my dear?" He looked down at her, but all she did was groan and roll her eyes. She couldn't talk anyway, Luciano's hand was in the way, holding her cheeks maybe a little too tightly, his thumb pressing firmly against her cheekbone. His shoulders twitched in a short shrug. "It's just that she talks a lot of silly things and never admits she could be my right hand."
"You helped him?!" Monika gasped suddenly.

"Mh?!" Feli's eyes widened suddenly as she lifted her gaze at her again, then shook her head as much as she could, Luciano's hold still preventing her from moving a lot, but she desperately tried to tell that she had nothing to do with him, it was just that she was too scared to tell Moni when he suddenly appeared behind her back, and when she still tried to warn her, he shut her up. She struggled to be free from him, but he still wouldn't let go.
"Don't push me, I love you." Luciano cooed innocently, removed his hand from her mouth and wrapped his other arm around her too, holding one of her shoulders down with his upper arm and the other with his hand that was on her mouth before. He leaned down to press his cheek against hers, his upper arm not letting her turn her head away from him too much.
"I don't, so leave me alone." Felicia mumbled, tense in his arms, waiting for the chance to get away.
"So mean, you're worse than Lovi." Luciano chuckled. "But Moni can always save you, if she comes out looking like that first class prostitute, I'll have her instead of you right away." He looked up from Felicia back to the door, but he couldn't see Monika anymore.

"Where -" he started but couldn't finish.
"Hände hoch." Luciano heard from behind him, as well as feeling something hard pressing against his back near his shoulder blade on the side which Ita had already managed to pull away from, but nothing more. She was trying to escape on his other side. Luciano froze, but hadn't loosened the hold a bit yet.
"Are you seriously crazy? Are you going to shoot me, or what?" He asked, thinking Monika has completely lost it. "She's still with me."
"Yeah. Let her go." The calm, firm reply came.
"How did you get behind me?" He groaned, angry that Monika could somehow trick him.
"My house has windows. Let her go."

Closing his eyes he sighed, and slowly lifted his hands up in the air, releasing Felicia, the hard object pressing harder into his back convincing him rather fast. His captive jumped away from him in the second his arms were finally peeled off of her and ran to Moni. What he least expected though, was that the girl suddenly started laughing. Surprised, he turned around slowly to see Feli giggle with a wide grin and Monika, holding up and playing with a thick pen between her fingers, a smug smile on her face. She was now wearing a black T-shirt and sweatpants, something she quickly threw on before getting outside through her window. Luciano let his hands drop. He looked furious. He was fooled, how could he let that happen?
"Well, Romeo, maybe some other time." Monika chuckled and threw the pen away. "Do you still want something?"
"No." He growled.
"Great. Now, I'm already having enough Italians at my place without you, could you come back some other time perhaps?"
Without any further words, Luciano left them, and the girls could enjoy the rest of the evening in peace.
I'm just gonna say Italies are a big family. 
Monika wins.
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Soldier Girl

You were P.O’ed. You have just spoken to Germany and he had the nerve to tell you that you shouldn’t train on the cadets’ obstacle course. Because you were a girl! As you stormed into the manor you call home, you were absolutely tempted to storm back there and punch the German in the face.

“What a sexist! I can do just as well as the next guy! Heck! Half the time, I might as well be a boy!”

You caught yourself as you said that sentence. Then, an evil grin came to your face.

“Well, if it’s a boy Germany wants, it’s a boy he’s gonna get.”

You dashed back to your (f/c) room and got to work. You took out an old pair of cameo pants and some combat boots. Don’t ask how you got them. The hardest part in your plan was hiding your chest, which took an insane amount of duct tape and the baggiest tank top you could find. The last part in your plan was to hide your (h/c) in a cameo cadet cap, securing your hair with hair pins.

Once that was done, you headed for the obstacle course.
You’ve arrived just in time as Germany was beginning to address the cadets, noticing your disguised self.

“Where have you been, kadett? We were just about to start!”

You barely flinched at Germany’s voice as you disguised your own.

“Sorry about that, sir! Zipper trouble.”

The entire troop cringed in sympathy as you took your place at the line. Germany continued to speak to you.

“Who are you, kadett? Why is there a (nation outside Germany) soldier in the German military?”

You had a cover story for those questions.

“Cadet Will Carlson, sir! I am here for a one-day cadet exchange program, sir!”

There was only one part in your story that you doubted and that was the ‘exchange program’ part. Germany gave you a stern look, thinking your cover has been blown, until the German spoke.

“Very well. Let us continue the day’s exercise, ja?

You saluted, relieved that Germany hadn’t discovered you yet.
Hours later…

You were so sore, it wasn’t even funny. From 8 am to dusk, Germany has drilled you and your fellow cadets over and under the obstacle course as well as run through some other army stuff that you didn’t know until you’ve observed your troop. From marching, to push-ups, to sit-ups and other things that your tired brain was unable to remember.

You waited until the last of the cadets left before you entered the locker room. You were far too sore to make it back to your room, which had a private bathroom, and you wanted to heal your sore muscles with some hot water.

However, just as you have stripped yourself and entered the stall did you hear a man’s voice speak.

“Mind if I shower here, kadett?

You withheld a scream as you turned your body slowly to see Germany, completely nude, enter the neighboring stall next to yours. Thankfully, the stall was high enough for him not to see your feminine form, but you could still see most of his body. Grateful that you hadn’t taken off your hat yet, you answered him.

“Sure thing, sir.”

You struggle not to stare as you showered under the hot water. You had to admit the German was very handsome and his muscularly-toned body was added proof of that. The steam from the showers created a bit of a fog, so you were able to relax a bit. Then, Germany spoke.

“You did well today, kadett. While you may have gotten some orders backwards, you’d make a fine soldier in a real war.”

You gulped.

“Thank you, sir. I try my best.”

Germany then gave a half-laugh.

“I can see that. Although, there is one who I know would have done better than you.”

“Oh, really? Who, sir?” You asked, trying hard not to lose your temper.

What Germany said next surprised you.

“Our judge, fraulein ____. She is clearly as strong as any soldier and has the will and determination to fulfill a mission. But I had to turn her away when she asked if she could train on the obstacle course.”

“Why, sir? If I may ask.” You asked, knowing the reason.

But the German surprised you yet again.

“I said to her that it is the fraulein’s duty to remain at home and tend to everyday life. But that is a lie.”

You raised your eyebrow.

“How so, sir?”

“It is because I care for fraulein ____....very deeply. If she were in a real war and she got hurt, or worse, I could never live with myself. I would lay my life on the line for her.”

You froze in surprise as you saw Germany gaze towards the ceiling, a blush forming on his face. Good thing you were actually in a hot shower, otherwise you’d have to think of an explanation for your own blush.

“Wow, sir. Sounds like she’s something special.”

Germany closed his eyes as he smiled.

Ja…you are,...fraulein ___.”

Hearing your name, you gaped at the German, who smiled at you. Before you can say anything, he spoke to you, giving you not a scowl, but a dreamy smile.

“Throughout your training, I was able to see a glimmer of something in your shirt. At first, I thought it was a dog tag. Until you nearly lost your shirt at the barbed wires.”

“But why didn’t you say anything earlier? That was at the beginning of the course.” You asked.

Germany then gently pulled you close until your face was only inches away from his, as he said something that would make you smile whenever you see him.

“Because…you are my proud, spirited, and beautiful soldier girl.”
Sorry this took so long. I have run out of gas for Hetalia.

For the next one, I'm gonna need some help. You will be going to a private cherry blossom viewing with Japan and I need to know what goes on at those things. The closest thing we have where I'm from is Maple trees.

Next: Japan
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“Hello Cheerio!” you heard your friend, Arthur Kirkland, state happily once you opened your front door to greet him.  You smiled as you grabbed your spring jacket from the nearby coat closet.

“Arthur, every time you say Cheerio in that context, I can’t tell if you’re using it as a nickname or trying to tell me goodbye.” 

Chuckling, the blonde Briton replied, “It’s a nickname,” as he helped you put your jacket on.

“Okay,” you stated before you turned around to face him and ask, “but why ‘Cheerio’?”

“Because, love…” Arthur said as he bent down slightly so that your eyes were level with his, “…you’re good for my heart.”  A blush cascaded over your cheeks as you turned your face away from him in embarrassment.

You then muttered, “That’s so cheesy.”

“Really?  I always thought they tasted more like oats,” Arthur said with a smirk, clearly picking on you even more.  You chuckled as you gave him a playful shove.  It didn't take long for him to join in on your merriment.  Laughing, you both left your home with serene smiles and blush-covered cheeks.

Petite, sweet, and oat-flavored: that’s how I like my cereal (and one-shots). :icondummywooplz:

Plotline (c) me! :heart:
England/Arthur Kirkland (c) Hidekaz Himaruya

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