HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug? - ItalyMore Like This
Room number, 201. It was exactly opposite from your room, at the end of the hall. Inside held your Italian friend Feliciano, or Feli as you were asked to call him by. You speed-walked down to the end of the hallways and held your hand away from the door, ready to knock.
"Wait, what am I doing?" You asked yourself, shaking your head and lowering your fist. "He sleeps like a log, he'll never hear me if I just knock. Besides he won't overreact if I just walk in there. He'll probably be glad to see me, even if it is this late at night."
You tried the doorknob and slowly opened the door. Just like Feli to leave the door open. You crept inside and shut the door behind you. Lying in bed, curled up to a ball was the sleeping Italian. Walking over to the bed you tried to decide how to wake him up.
"I can't do the moustache and grape thing, that's Ludwig's thing," you mumbled to yourself. "What can I do? What can I. . . Ah!" Y
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Axis x Country!Reader: Rescuing YouMore Like This
"(C/n) you can stop training now." Germany said.
"Oh thank god!" You said lying on the grass. You never really liked training since you weren't athletic. You grabbed your Ipod/Iphone and sat next to Japan. "Japan watcha doin'?"
"I'm just sitting here playing with the kitty." Japan said calmly. "It's cute isn't it?"
"Yeah I guess." You shrugged.
"Ve~ (C/n) later would you like to eat pasta with me?" Italy cheerfully asked.
"Aren't you supposed to be training?"
"Yeah but Germany doesn't-"
"Italy! Get back here (C/n) is busy doing something right now!" Germany yelled at Italy.
"I don't mind Germany it's not like he's annoying me or anything." You said.
"Even if he's not he still needs to be training." He stated sternly.
"Aww Germany you're always so strict it's adorable~" You said teasingly. Germany looked away.
"Just come over here Italy." Italy followed and went back to running with Germany.
"I think I'll go back to running too." Japan said standing up.
"Really? Wow, okay then." You wer
Italy x Psychopath!Reader: I'll Fix YouMore Like This
You were a psychopath. Ever since society had broken you you'd be cruel to everyone around you. Even your own parents. Well, except for one person...
His name was Feliciano Vargas. He was a happy, pretty stupid Italian who ate pasta and had a brother named Lovino. Unlike the others he actually liked you and was very clingy. You learned to get used to him and soon fell for him.
"Hey, (Name)!" Feliciano said, hugging you tightly.
You sucked in your breath and turned red. You immediately pushed away and looked to the floor. "Hey."
"So, what do you want to do today?"
"What I wanna do? I wanna leave this boring place and destroy things. People in this school suck," you bluntly said.
Feliciano frowned. "Even me?"
You looked at him with actual sympathy. "Not you of course. I don't mind you."
He smiled. "Good!"
"Hi, Feli!~" (Girl/Guy You Hate) said.
You growled. "Piss off."
"Back off (Name). He likes me and I like him," she/he said in a cocky tone.
"Oh, really? How could he love a fake, arroga
ItalyXReader: Miracle PaintMore Like This
After a quick glance out of the window, you heave a heavy sigh. “I wish this rain would lighten up...”
The day is dark like night, rainy and stormy and incredibly windy. Your eyes go back to your opponent as he makes his next move while wearing a serious thinking face.
“Yeah, me too,” he agrees under his breath, muffled by the placement of his hand. He reaches down and places a piece in an open spot, then waits for your next move.
“Checkmate,” you say quietly, moving your king piece around the board and defeating the Italian.
“E-eh?! H-how did you do that so quick?! You cheated!”
“There’s no need to be rude. Will you please calm your brother, Feliciano?”
“L-Lovino, don’t be mad! We can always play another game!” the second Italian, Feliciano, cries loudly.
“No! I quit! I don’t want to play with a damn cheater!”
“I didn’t cheat…Heh, y
Canada x Reader: Good DayMore Like This
You glanced over at the quiet Canadian. You always noticed him, aimlessly painting on his canvas. His violet eyes appeared melancholic beneath his glasses, but his painting involved such rich, bright colors, it was hard to imagine the boy could be so…down.
And you knew exactly why.
Your hand tensed, and you ended up smearing the red paint on your brush in the wrong spot. With a sigh, you decided to place down your brush and ask to go to the bathroom pass.
Sitting next to Matthew Williams just made you depressed.
It felt like walking to the bathroom was taking forever, even if it was just around the corner. The hall seemed to lengthen, your attention captured by all the paintings and the mural and everything.
And what Mattie had done.
Your feet stopped moving when you got to the stairs, the ones just halfway down this hall. It had happened here, during third lunch. The door had been propped open, held with two heavy English IV textbooks. You had gone up to see your English teache
Canada x Reader - Unexpected HeroYou were taking a walk through a field and you heard some strange noises. It wasn't in your nature to be nosy, but you decided there was no harm in taking a look. That was when you saw him. Someone being hit on the head repeatedly by Cuba. At first, you found it funny ... but after you heard what they were saying, you became increasingly concerned for the recipient's safetyMore Like This
"I keep telling you, I'm not America!" a breathy, quiet voice said
As you got closer, you got a better look at the owner of the voice. He looked kind of plain ... but sweet. There was a certain amount of innocence around him. You looked at him carefully ... there was a resemblance, but it was clear that this guy was telling the truth. You knew Alfred very well ... and this guy definitely wasn't him. Then, you saw Alfred, who wasn't too far away
"Excuse me, Cuba" You said
Cuba looked at you ... as did the stranger
"America's over there" You said, pointing to Alfred
"I know, this guy was just a warm up!" Cuba said, wa
Canada X Reader Cure My PainIt was a quiet and surprisingly warm day in Canada. Matthew sat on his couch, sitting on one of his legs. He looked out the window at a girl, sitting outside on a bench.More Like This
You sighed slightly, rubbing one of your arms. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes, but you fought them. You had just had a horrible fight with Canada, no matter how quiet the two of you were.
You felt that he was holding something from you, and you continuously begged him to tell you. After almost an hour or so, you began to become frustrated with the Canadian. He fought back shyly, saying he didn't want to talk. You left his house and walked away, sitting on the bench you were currently placed at.
Fighting with the blonde hurt you. Ever since you first met him, you were in love with him. You want nothing more than be close to him, not fighting with him.
You drew your legs to your chest, laying your head on your knees. The tears you were fighting back, finally fell down as you whispered to yourself, "He probably h
CanadaXReader I have been SeenMore Like This
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"___, are you ready for school?" you mom asked as she knocked on the door. No answer came so she stepped into the room. "Oh darling, wake up!" your mom said with a laugh and gently pulled the blanket off from over your head. You groan but sleepy eyes. "Okay mommy," you tell her and climb out of bed. You watched as your mother walked over to the closet and pulled out a dress for you to wear. "Here, how about you wear this since it'll be your first day of second grade," she said and turned to face you. You were too sleepy to argue so you simply nodded your head and changed out of the warm comfy pajamas you wore into the dress. Now your mom held out your back pack and you slipped your arms into the straps. "Okay, now let's get you to school. I'm sure Alfred will be happy to see you," your mother said and smiled down at her sleepy daughter. Gently she took your hand and guided you down stairs and to the car.