Abel x Reader: FateMore Like This
“Food pellets, food pellets...where the hell are they hiding you,” you murmured to yourself as you craned your neck to see the high top shelves.You didn’t usually come here; the store was somewhat out of the way and it was stupid to drive more than necessary to pick up pet supplies. Yet due to errands, you had been placed in the area and just so happened to remember that you needed to pick a few things up before heading home. And while you were lucky that there was a pet store close by, it was becoming a chore to figure out where they kept their products. Usually you were in and out in under 5 minutes, but today you were going over 10, which was annoying to say the least.
“Oh come on,” you sighed, “I know rabbits aren’t the most popular of pets, but they’re pets nonetheless! So it shouldn’t be this hard to find their food!”
Taking a deep breath, you marched out of the aisle you were currently moping in and took a look around t
Canada Proposal(Inspired from something I saw on the News a couple years ago)More Like This
“So you and (y/n) are getting married?” asked America sipping his soda.
“No, that’s not what I said,” his brother said with a sigh, “I want to ask her to marry me. It’s not quite the same thing.”
“So why haven’t you?”
“I’m not sure how to ask her.”
“What do you mean?”
America leaned on one elbow, “You got to do in a way she won’t forget. If it were my girl there would be fireworks, food, the whole sha-bang.”
“A way she won’t forget?” Canada muttered to himself.
“What does she like?”
“Well…she likes flowers,” said Canada slowly.
“Then give her a bouquet.”
Canada sat there and an idea formed in his head he smiled a stood up quickly. He looked around for his coat and pulled it on as
Norway ProposalYou sat on a stone bench by the sea. The freezing cold air felt like wonderful against your face. You breathed in the salt and the ocean. He would be here any minute. He would, Norway, your boyfriend. Norwegians were nitrous sailors and your beloved had been gone for months. You had gotten a long distance call from him a week ago; he was in his brother’s port and would be coming home today and he had something for you.More Like This
You sat on the bench, smoothing and your skirts impatiently; you could care less for his gift. The only present you wanted was him. “Come on.” You muttered,” Where are you?”
In the back of your mind your grandmother scolded you, “A lady should always look her best, wither she is in pain or fear she must never show it.”
Irritated at your own thoughts, you pushed them out. Something much more important was coming into view. Norway’s ship was gliding into port and men ran around the deck securing it to the dock.