I Need You - America x ReaderMore Like This
As the representation of the United States of America, Alfred Jones never cried. He always stood tall and proud, never wavering nor faltering and always bring freedom and justice wherever he goes. Being a country meant that you weren't supposed to show any signs of weakness- at least not in public. Being a country meant keeping a figure that your country men would look up to and admire. Being a country meant that you had to be strong despite all the troubles and continue to push forward without regrets. Being a country meant a lot of things.
But being a country was also painful.
As Alfred stood out there in the battlefield with bloodstained clothes and the sound of explosives bursting everywhere, he couldn't help but realize how being a country was painful. How sometimes he regretted the decisions he made and how he had brought thousands of his men to death just to support his idea and beliefs. He couldn't help but feel the guilt and sadness weigh on his shoulders. But as a count
Steal me away [England x Reader]More Like This
alternate ending for Cheating!America x reader (It's time we part [Cheating!America x Reader]) #1 -
"Miss? We're at your destination." The taxi driver said, trying to get you out of your daze.
"Huh? Oh, thank you." You replied and paid him/her the taxi fare.
You got out of the vehicle and walked towards a house. You knocked on the door, waiting patiently for the owner to open up.
After what seemed like ages, the owner finally opened the door.
"Oh, what are you doing here love?" He asked and looked at you. "Were you crying?!"
"A-Arthur..." You mumbled, looking at Arthur's face and the concern in his voice just made you want to cry more.
"Oh dear, come in love." The brit replied, opening the door wider to allow you to come in. "Go sit on the sofa, I'll bring you something to drink. Tea or Coffee?"
"[insert choice of drink].. Thanks."
He nodded and went to the k
Russia x Reader: The Unsmiling TsarevnaYou were a very happy princess. You were happy when you were with your family. You were happy with your friends. You were happy in general. But you never smiled. It was unnerving to most. The only people who could put up with your condition, it seemed, were your friend and personal maid Irina, your late mother, and your father, and even your father was starting to be worried about you. It was unnatural for a girl to never have smiled in her life for eighteen years.More Like This
“I think I’m beginning to worry, father,” you admitted to Irina, “I just don’t know how to smile, but I feel happy. I’m always happy.” You were sitting on your bed, staring down at your hands with a light frown on your face.
“You don’t seem very happy now,” Irina joked.
“That’s funny.” You had taken to telling her if her jokes were funny or not due to your lack of doing so facial wise. It was awkward but not as awkward as sitting there with