Puns Are Fun! (AmericaXReader) You glanced at the barista at Starbucks. She had thick, black-rimmed glasses and bright red lipstick. Stifling a giggle, you leaned into America's ear.More Like This
"Hey, Al." You whispered. He whipped his head around and almost hit you with his glasses. "Why did the hipster burn her tongue?" America glanced at the barista and guffawed, not bothering to disguise it.
"I don't know, dude. Why?" His goofy grin made you even more confident in your pun.
"She drank coffee before it was cool."
"What are you bloody idiots doing at my house?" You smiled innocently, knowing England would be more polite to a lady.
"Well, the barista at Starbucks thought we were disrupting the peace and stuff so we came here to see you~!" He rolled his eyes and stood away from the opened door.
"I'm only letting you in because it's...cold outside. You twits should have brought coats!" With that, he let you two inside his apartment. It may be because you and America had been colonies of England, but he seeme
GermanyXStick!Reader Chap 1Author: Be gentle with your comments.More Like This
I'm new at making series' and GermanyXReader things.
I sighed as I left Herr Schtick at home again. He seemed lonely everytime I just leave him there. As I was walking I saw another stick lying on the ground.
I saw a man with blue eyes and slicked back blonde hair walk torward me.
He stared at me for awhile before picking me up.
"Let me go!" I shouted but I think the man didn't hear me.
He examined me with his blue eyes, up and down. If sticks could turn red, I could've been as red as an apple! Then suddenly, the man waved me back and forth slowly. I slightly felt sick because of that! "Stop that!" I shouted again, he still didn't hear me.
I waved the stick back and forth. It seemed like it didn't want me doing that, though. I finally stopped waving it back and forth. This stick seems like a good companion for Herr Schtick, but what
IcelandxReader::Breaking the IceBreaking the IceMore Like This
Iceland x Reader
Here you were, standing in the middle of the lit floor of the booming club, loud music blaring through the speakers, drinks being passed around, boys hitting on girls and vice versa. It was alright…except for the fact that you were standing alone…awkwardly in the middle of two people dancing in a fashion that you hadn't quite put your finger on.
Definitely a tie between a demonic ritual or a heart attack. Either way, their arms were flailing mercilessly and they kept thrusting their pelvis sporadically. That wasn't exactly your cup of tea.
As for you, you kept a small swaying motion to the beat of the music, averting all eye contact with the wrong people. So far, so good, but as you turned around, your eyes met a pair of crystal blue orbs that shined brilliantly in the dim lights of the club and hair so silvery-white, it almost seemed like he belonged on the cover of a Hipster magazine. He didn't seem to have