NorwayxReader- Flower ShopMore Like This
The air was heavy and thick with the late afternoon heat as you made your way back home from your interview, your steps tired and a bit staggered due to the long day of nerves and anxiety. Even though you were more than prepared, it was definitely a nerve-wracking experience.
I could really use a drink…
You continued walking down the familiar street, looking in each shop’s window out of habit to see if anything new caught your eye. You always enjoyed giving these small shops some business since the owners were all so kind. When you had first moved into the neighborhood they were all quick to welcome you warmly.
You smiled and waved at the little old woman who ran the small coffee shop on the corner. She had been one of the first to welcome you and she had quickly become a grandmother figure to you like she had for the rest of the town.
“How did the interview go, _______?”
“Better than I expected, Ms. White,” you laughed, helping her move some
HetaOni: -PruHun- Chapter 1A/n: Okay, before I begin I just want to say that is a HetaOni-ish type PruHun ^^" If you watched HetaOni (or even played it like I did) then you kind of get what's going to happen… and if you don't… well go look up HetaOni and watch all the available parts…*hands you tissues* You'll probably cry although I never did.More Like This
"Hey, you know there's a mansion at the top of the World Summit? I say we go there. I heard it's haunted…" I heard Gilberts voice from across the hall. I scowled him, "Oh please, only someone as ignorant as you are would go in a Haunted House." I cried. Gilbert darted his eyes over to where I was sitting. "Excuse me frau, but I think you mean 'awesome' instead of ignorant." He boasted, "I shouldn't be one to talk you man-girlie~" he laughed. I stared to get annoyed. My skillet lay on my petticoat when I sat in the chair; I grabbed it and gave him a good whack on the head. "Behave you arro
Story of Hiroshi- chapter 2Chapter 2- Helping and HurtingMore Like This
In a panic Hiroshi lost his footing and fell down. He hastily looked up at the source of the voice, his eyes widened, and his heart briefly stopped. Before him was a someone familiar, with a weary look on his face. He asked, “What are you doing, Hiroshi?”
He could barely speak, his head swirling with questions and still in shock. Instead he could only stammer, “D-d-d-d…”
“We talked a lot, Hiroshi.”
The man drew a sigh, but kept his eyes locked on him.
“W-why are you here?”
“Because I want to help you.”
“But I’m already cured. I confessed, I served-”
“I know your confession. How you explained that you killed your friends and why. And I knew that the whole time you were lying.”
Hiroshi’s jaw dropped, and he couldn't say anything. The doctor leaned over him, and offered his hand.
“I can be more
Story of Hiroshi- chapter 1Chapter 1-Hiroshi's SuicideMore Like This
It was just a little before noon in the forest. The Jukai's treeline was too thick for the wind to be audible. Instead, the only sound were the crunching of leaves as a lone man walked across them. The man had round glasses and white hair, in spite of the fact that he was still young, only halfway through his twenties. He stopped after a while, and looked around.
Content that nobody was watching, a young man started off deeper into the forest, away from the trail. Painful thoughts were swirling about in his head. He tried to rub his temples to ease the headache they brought. Where he was walking, wasn't part of the trail, but a path had been worn out for him to walk on, just as many others had.
Along this path, he came across a sign. It read, "Your life is a precious gift from your parents. Please think about your parents, siblings, and children. Don't keep it to yourself. Talk about your troubles."
His thoughts briefly turned to his family. How they gasped,
Nostalgic-ChinaIt's been so long, aru.More Like This
So long since we've seen each other.
Four Thousand years? Probably longer.
You don't make any attempt to talk to me or contact me. I worry for you. I felt so bad for what America did to you in World War 2 that I got no sleep over it. I didn't even talk to America until after it was over.
Do you remember, aru? Do you remember all the fun we used to have together? You used to love to paint, and make your own words even though I told you to use my words.
You used to love playing with Panda, you two would run around in the fields until your little body just gave out.
You used to help me cook. I miss that.
I miss you, aru.
I miss your big, brown eyes that hide your emotion so well. I miss your silky black hair that always covered the windows to your soul. Why did you have to grow up? Why did you have to leave
Atomosophobia-JapanHonda Kiku, personification of Japan.More Like This
Has the same nightmare each night.
The nightmare is based on a day that happened, many years ago. A day he will never forget, for it affected him so deeply.
It was 1945, the last year of the war.
All the countries are going at it. Germany, Japan, and Italy, fighting the allied powers with all they got. Japan going after America personally. It was Japan who blew up Pearl Harbor. Did he want to do it? No. It was war, that was necessary.
Though America did something to Japan that will scar him forever.
It was August when it happened.
It was August when America dropped an atomic bomb on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
Athazagoraphobia-CanadaMatthew Williams, personification of Canada.More Like This
The forgotten country.
Everyday in the meetings, he sits in the same exact seat, all the way in the back with his pet polar bear and keeps that fake smile plastered on his face.
Everyday in the meetings he tries to give his idea but,alas, all that comes out is an inaudible squeak and not one of them can hear it.
Always tries his hardest to be noticed, only to have his plans be shot down by his brother or any of the others.
Matthew's fear is his everyday life.
He tries, oh how he tries to make everyone see that he is here and not some ghost that floats around the meeting room.
He tries to differentiate him and his brother but, what's the use? They call him Alfred anyway,they even beat him up because of it.
Philophobia-RomanoLovino Vargas, otherwise known as Romano, or South Italy.More Like This
Has just one fear.
That fear that he refuses to let anyone know about, he would just be really embarrassed about it. He hates it. He hates it with a passion.
He wants it to go away but it always seems to find its way back to him. It latches on him and refuses to leave.
He's tried so many times, more than he could count, to face it.
He can't, he just can't.
It prevented him from being with so many people, people he wanted to care for but just couldn't. His fear would get jealous and get even worse.
The worst part is that he can't even tell you why he has that fear.
Maybe it's from all the times he's been rejected. Maybe it's been all the times people broke his heart. He doesn't know.
And that fear, the fear that haunts him the most.
2p!CanadaXReader: you, sir, are as scary as hellHis purple eyes flickered from you, to the drawing of you on his paper. You were sitting next to your friend, Lizzy, and you were giggling insanely. You kept rocking back and forth, trying to ease you almost, teasing, well to Matt it is, laughter. He broke the pencil in frustration. "WOULD YOU JUST SIT THE HELL STILL?!"More Like This
The whole class became silent as the angry Canadian breathed heavily. The stood up from the class room and walked outside, probably to look at nature or something. You looked around the room, then to your friend. "He wasn't talking to me, right?" You pointed at yourself. She shrugged.
"hey, look, Al's coming over here." She whispered. You both turned around and acted like you were doing your work. He smirked and stalked his way over to you, taking the empty seat next to you.
"Heeey~ _______~" he said smugly. You turned to him and gave him the most confusing face you had.
"What do you want Al?"
"I know someone who's got a little crush on you~" He sang. You blinked, then
Canada X Reader (France's little sister)More Like This
You sat in your room listening to your brother, France, argue with England. 'Oh why can't they just get along?' You thought to yourself with a sigh as you walked down stairs were the pair was.
"Hey, some of us can't hear themselves think because of you two!" You said annoyed making the duo stop and look at you.
"It's his bloody fault," England murmured giving your brother a glare.
"Non! It was him!" Francis said glaring right back at England.
"Ok, ok this is going to go no where fast so why don't you yell me why you were arguing?" You asked and they both looked like they wanted to scream their stories to you do you quickly added, "one at a time!"
"Well this git wants to set you up with Canada," England said making you gasp.
Sure, you loved Canada, he had been your best friend since you two were little and raised by Francis. And sure it was true you a major crush on Canada, but France knew you didn't want to mess up your friendship with Matthew (Canada).
"Well he was going t' set you up
Denmark X Reader (Norway's little sister)More Like This
Currently you found yourself sitting on the couch in the Nordic household trying to read a book, but you found you couldn't concentrate on what you were reading thanks to Denmark, your big brother's best friend. Denmark would not stop trying to talk you into going to some party with him and the other Nordics tonight.
"Oh come on _____________! Don't be such a party popper, even Swed is going!" Denmark said making you give him a look; how had he talked the quiet, mysterious Sweden into going with him?
"Nei (no)!" you said giving him a dirty look. "Go with the others, I am staying right here."
"Why are you so stubb-" Denmark started to say before you cut him off.
"Me stubborn? You're the one that won't leave me alone!" You said acting annoyed with him, though in all honesty, he wasn't bothering you.
You actually found yourself wanting to go with him; were you growing feelings for your brother's best friend? How wou
CanadaxReader: Field of MemoryMore Like This
It was a gorgeous day unlike anything you had ever seen before. The sky was a perfect blue, and the clouds were big and fluffy and formed shapes if you looked at them close enough. The sun was shinning, but not too brightly. There was a soft breeze floating on the wind. It kept you cool, but wasn't windy enough to be annoying. The many, many, many white lilies in the field were swaying gently in the wind and there, lying in the middle of them, was the most beautiful part of all.
Matthew Williams, your best friend of who-knew-how-many years, was lying peacefully in the lilies. His lavender eyes, which were framed by a pair of square shaped glasses, were closed, and he had a sweet smile on his face. His sandy-blond hair, which usually fell to just above his shoulders, was spread out on top of the flowers. His hands were folded beneath his head and you watched as his chest rose and fell peacefully underneath the red hoodie he was wearing. He was so amazing