AmericaXDying!Reader: He Understands You pull up your stockings and push your feet into your shoes, dressing for school, while sitting on the edge of your bed.More Like This
You can’t stay at home for another day. You know that there isn’t much time left and, regardless of what everyone says, you have to see the world one final time.
You pick up your backpack and open your bedroom door. The house is still, telling you that your parents are asleep.
You tip toe down the stairs and to the front door, where you hesitate for a moment.
“I can’t just leave them…”
You turn around, deciding to tell them that you’re off for school when you see your mother coming down the steps.
“Where are you going?” She asks worriedly, her night dressings fluttering around her.
“To school,” You say as brightly as you can. She hurries over to you.
“You’re too sick to go to school,”
“I’m feeling fine, mother, really!”
“You can’t go,” she
Not that hated- AmericaxReaderThis was starting to get weird.More Like This
For ten consecutive times in a row, Alfred F. Jones, the personification of America himself, missed out on a social gathering.
Well okay, admittedly, social gathering probably sounds a bit too formal. The other countries weren't having meetings (which he was also frequenting less often); they were just having fun. Going swimming, getting drunk, partying...I thought he'd at least come to the parties. If anyone likes parties, I assured myself, it's America
But I was wrong.
Two things kept me from exploring this any further until now, however.
1. Guilt, as I'd only noticed his absence about the 5th time around.
2. I still saw him at the meetings, even if it wasn't as often, which let me know that he was at least okay.
But even during the meetings, it was like he was a different person. He didn't take charge of the meetings like he used to, spewing his hilariously ridiculous ideas about whatever.
Something was wrong, very wrong.
Not letting you get taken away (EnglandXReader)Huffing slightly, you arrived at the university your boyfriend attended, an important book of his clutched to your chest. You’d texted him the moment you’d spotted he’d left the manual for his English literary course behind, so he knew you were coming with it for him.More Like This
One of your hands wiping away the sweat from your forehead, you straightened up and cracked your back. As your morning lecture had been cancelled, you were still in your pyjamas when Arthur started freaking out about needing his book.
So being the kind and compassionate girlfriend you were, you’d thrown on the closest clothes to hand, slipping some easy shoes on and ran towards his university like a bat out of hell.
“Ar-Arthur....” you muttered as you awkwardly made your way on campus. He went to a different university to you, so the whole place was alien to you. Turning your head this was and that, your lip started trembling as you became more desperate.
The strange looks from the othe
You're not alone. UsUk one shotAlfred watched Arthur's eyes widen as he saw him standing in the door way, head completely shaved. “A-Alfred?” Arthur had been diagnosed with cancer three years ago and was now in the hospital, he had just gone through chemo-therapy again.More Like This
Alfred looked at him and smiled. “I'm not going to let you go through this alone...” He walked over and pulled Arthur into his arms. He loved the other so much and he couldn't stand that the doctors had told him Arthur only had about a month to. Alfred placed his forehead on Arthur's back, tears falling from his eyes. “You'll never be alone...”
Arthur felt the tears on his back. “Alfred? What did the doctor tell you?”
Alfred shook his head. “Nothing, I'm just worried...” He lied to the other. He wanted him to spend his last few weeks happy and not worried about what day he was going to die.
Arthur cupped his cheeks and kissed him. “Alfie I'm gonna be okay?”
Alfred had to hold bac
Tell Me You Love Me [ England x Reader ]More Like This
"How have you been, love~?" England’s voice rang through [Name]’s head, causing her to briefly shut her eyes. He asked [Name] everyday how she was feeling, almost every time he saw her. Quite frankly, it was beginning to annoy her.
Ignoring his presence, she began to walk home. The meeting today had been especially difficult to sit through; all she wanted now was to sit down on her couch and watch some mindless TV, anything to calm her stressed mind and pounding headache.
"I’m fine, England." [Name] replied casually, not giving him the satisfaction of a more elaborate answer. His smile didn’t fade; Instead he continued to ask her his daily questions.
"What are you doing now, love?"
"Not seeing that frog Francis, right?"
"Or that bloody git Alfred?"
"Your house is here, right?"
Stunned, [Name] turned to face him. She was hoping that if she kept walking past her house, he would eventually get bored with her endless wand
Fem!Germany x Male!Reader - Escape[ Hetalia - Himaruya HidekazMore Like This
You - You ]
Daisy raised her hand straight into thew air like a little school-kid who was enthusiastic to answer a question that their teacher had asked.
"Excuse me, Germany!"
Monika reluctantly paused her lecture about sneak attacks and sighed, "What is it now..?"
"May I use the bathroom~?"
"Ugh.. Fine, but make it quick; we have to finish our training before dark."
You, coming up with a clever plan to skip Monika's torturous training session, quickly shot you hand up into the air and began to speak without being granted permission to do so, "May I go with her? She could become distracted or captured by the Allies again."
"That actuarry sounds rike a good idea, Germany-san. I think you should ret him escort her," Sakura added in, much to your delight. Monika nodded and you and Daisy ran off into the bushes.
"Ahhh! Don't look at me when I'm using the bathroom!"
"But how can I even see you when I'm like, six feet away from you and f
Sweden X Reader - Silent PoetrySweden X readerMore Like This
Just south of a small village, deep in a thick forest, there once was a clearing with a stream and a crooked house. Visitors were rare, yet rumours were plenty, but the man who lived in the small house did not care for company, and was glad that stories of ghosts and demons granted him his solitude. He did not leave his home unless he was desperate for supplies, but even then he would always venture into the village with a cloak and would avoid human contact at any cost.
The man himself was unusually tall, with a long pale face and dazzling dark blue eyes. His hair was golden, tame and short, but long enough to have the breeze dance with the strands. Rectangular spectacles constantly slid down the bridge of his slim nose, and his pink lips had long-forgotten how to smile. He always looked serious and whenever anyone did catch a glimpse of him, they were quite intimidated by his height and mournful expression.
The nameless man was one day sitting in