Iceland x Reader: Being DenmarkIceland came to a horrible conclusion as he watched you and Denmark.More Like This
You two were having the time of your life's playing a fighting-style video game.
And Iceland could only watch in horror as he realized, the girl of his dreams, ____, probably liked men that were more like Denmark.
The grin on your face and the way you looked at him practically yelled " I love you."
Iceland clenched his hand together ,with a determined look on his face.
He was definitely going to beat Denmark, his newly acclaimed rival.
Iceland sat in his room and began writing things down about Denmark's personality.
1. He's loud
3. Drinks too much
4. Flirts a lot with women.
He put his pencil down and looked at his list so far.
"Psh. What girl in her right mind would like him!" Iceland yelled, annoyed.
Mr. Puffin simply smirked as he said, "Apparently, _____ does."
Iceland glared at Mr. Puffin.
"I know that."
Mr. Puffin shrugged. "What are you going to do about it?"
Running From RunningMore Like This
"_____! Come back here this instant!" Emil called from behind you.
You continued to run through the hall's of the Nordic house. You slipped on the hard wood flooring as you took a sharp corner. Your feet gave out from underneath you causing you to fall onto the floor. You heard foot steps come from behind you at an alarming rate.
You quickly pulled yourself from the ground and continued to run. You quickly cut through the living room nearly knocking over a confused looking Tino. At the other end of the living room you saw the familiar spiky hair of a certain Dane.
"____!" Emil's angry voice rang out again. Your pace picked up as you sprinted towards the Dane.
"Mathias! Please help me!" you called out to him as you hid behind the tall blonde.
"_____! What on Earth are you doing?" he questioned with a confused look.
"____!" Emil yelled again. You peaked your head out from behind Mathias to see the fuming Icelandic male at the opposite end of the living room.
"Protect me from him!" you cr
Pirate!England X ReaderPirate!England X Reader - Don't Make Me Kill You LassieMore Like This
You woke up to pitch black nothingness. There was nothing in your sight but horrible darkness. A soft material was tied around your head, covering your eyes. You found that your wrists were bound by rope too, and you had literally no idea what was happening. The last thing you remembered was your house going up in flames. The licking flames that engulfed your whole home and you could only hope that your family was still alive.
“W-where am I…?” You stuttered, not sure whether anyone was even there to respond. A loud chuckle sounded, and you realised that you were not alone. “W-Who are you?” You tried again, mentally slapping yourself for stuttering.
You felt a soft, firm hand being placed on your cheek, and a soft, husky whisper at your ear. “The names Arthur, love. And ye be on my ship,” the pirate moved his hand down so he was cupping your chin. “Ye are my prisoner, love.”
Iceland x Reader : Don't tell NorwayMore Like This
Iceland x Reader : Don't tell Norway
I watched the door open and close as Norway, Denmark, Finland,and Sweden brought in boxes from outside and brought them up stairs. I just thought they had gone to ikea but when I saw Matthias lug in a giant stuffed bear I was puzzled. Why the hell would they need that? I saw Norway come in with a couple more boxes and slid off the couch.
"Lukas what's with all the stuff?" I asked folding my arms stopping my brother before he could go up the stairs.
"Matthias has a little sister staying with us. We are bringing her stuff up. Oh she's also sharing your room with you." He said trying to get around me.
"What!? Does she know she's sharing MY room with ME!" I almost shouted. Lukas sighed and nodded.
"Yeah. These boxes are mostly her clothes, movies, electronics, and couple room decorations. So she won't be intruding on your space accept her bed, dresser, and desk." He explained. I felt wait get lifted off my s
Gilbert x Ghost!Reader: One Last WishGilbert sat a rose on top of _______’s coffin.More Like This
There were a lot of flowers and every flower represented someone who came to the funeral.
But Gilbert but wanted to be alone, not with the people who came to say a quick “Good bye” and then go eat the free food. Yes, they knew and cared about ____, but no one knew _______ like he’d done, they had been best friend since first grade. And for a time now was he had been feeling something else than just friendship, he felt love towards the girl who had questioned him on the first day of school.
“I'm Gilbert and I'm the most avesome person you can find on Earth, so thank your
un-avesome arses you can get to know the most avesome person on this vorld!” Gilbert
told his new class mates in the front of the room.
Then there was a girl in the back with (hair/c) and (eye/c) eyes who lifted her arm to ask a question.
“You say you are awesome? Prove that.” the girl said.
Italy x Reader - Jeff The Killer“Ciao, bella!”More Like This
The bubbly Italian jumped over to your desk where you were sitting on your comfy black swivel chair, reading fanfiction.
“Hey Feli…” You trailed off; caught up in the beautiful pairing that is Karezi.
“Bella, are you feeling alright?” Feliciano waved his hand in front of your face, trying to rip your gaze from the screen.
You flinched away from the screen; a lemon, eww. You turned your attention to Feli. “Yeah, why do you ask?”
“Well you’re reading ‘Karezi’, whatever that is, and you have a weird-a look on your face!” He half giggled.
“Yeah, don’t worry, I’m fine. Wanna sit with me and watch YouTube? I’m done reading fanfictions for today.” You patted the seat and scooted over to the side.
He nodded and smiled cheerfully, sitting down next to and taking up the remainder of the space.
You stretched out your fingers, un-cramping them, and typed into the search
Italy X Reader - Nightmare ComfortMore Like This
You were running through a forest full of mist someone was chasing you the only thing you could hear from your pursuer was the constant muffled thudding of his feet hitting the ground. You risked looking over your shoulder as you ran but not watching where you were going resulted in you tripping over a large tree root. You fell hitting your forehead splitting the skin above you right eye. This also aloud your pursuer to catch up to you. Thinking of the only think that could stop the bleeding you pick up a small amount of mud and smeared it painfully across the bleeding cut hoping it would cutoff the blood.
“W-What do you want from me?” you stammered. All you could see of the shaded figure were the whites of his eyes; his iris having blended into the pupil making them look black. He didn't reply to your question instead his lips parted into a wicked Cheshire cat like grin. His teeth only visible. His grin made your heart race w
North Italy X Reader: Old Friends“Ve! Germany, I don't-ah want to go! Please! Don't-ah make me go! Please, Germany...” Italy begged, attaching himself to Germany's leg in distress.More Like This
“Let go of me Italy! You're going vhether you like it or not!” Germany growled, dragging Italy toward the door and up the steps.
The blond man struggled under the brunette's grip, but it was more annoying than an actual way of halting the tall German.
“Please! I'll-ah be good! Just don't-ah send me away, Germany! Please!” Italy cried out once more, sobbing into the pant leg of the serious German man.
“Nein! Italy, you are going and that's final!” The authority in his voice rang through the hallway, the Italian falling silent.
Strange. Why would your brother try to protect someone so..Cowardly and weak? They way he begged to stay with Germany, his pleas and sobs only irritating both of you.
Finally making it to where you stood, Germany's ice blue eyes were weary as he stopped in front of