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Lithuania X Reader ~Sneaking Out~
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“Where is Toris?” Ivan asked from the doorway of the bedroom Eduard and Raivis were playing chess, his large shadow casting over them from the corridor light. The pawn in Raivis’ hand began to tremble ever so slightly as the weight of the question sunk in, and Eduard swallowed thickly before saying, “He’s in the pantry. He wanted to make something to eat.”
“I was just in the pantry,” Ivan coolly lied, waiting for the two of them to buy his bluff. He put on a sweet smile and waited, watching the way the pawn shook in Raivis’ hands as he tried to act natural, setting it down on a black tile, not letting go as the pawn vibrated.
Eduard nudged Raivis’ foot underneath the table to, bringing him back to earth, and then looked back to Ivan, blue eyes cool behind thick lenses earned from many nights on the computer learning about the wonders of the internet and cleared his throat.
“Oh, really? I didn’t know. He must have l
Iceland X Reader X Hong Kong ~Best Friends~
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The sound of soft, faint static broke the silence in the bedroom and your eyes opened, blurrily looking around the room as the soft rays of the moon filtered through transparent curtains and feeling hot in your polka-dot footie pajamas. The walkie-talkie under your pillow crackled to life again, and it reanimated you, making you sit up sharply in bed and cast a wary glance to the open door of your bedroom, where the snores of your parents echoed down the hallway and confirmed that you were in the clear for now.
Tiny, seven-year-old hands groped in the dark for the walkie-talkie and retrieved it. You pressed the button on the side and whispered softly into it, “Lieutenant Triple Trouble back for duty, Numero Uno and Double.”
A silence, and then a crackle of static and you smiled, relieved.
“Lieutenant Double Trouble is reporting,” Emil’s quiet, hesitant voice replied over the walkie-talkie, obviously embarrassed at the name that you had created for him.
England X Reader ~What's In a Name?~
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“Arthur, do you know what your name means?” a curious voice asked from behind a giant book of baby names, wide eyes looking out from above the large, leather bound spine.
He set down his cup of tea in the saucer in his hand, arching an eyebrow. “No. Why?”
“It turns out that neither does history.” You responded, and you flipped around the book and slid it over to him. He inspected the area that had his name in the A’s carefully, but you were right: there was no meaning for the name Arthur.
“That’s not fair,” he huffed, and he slid it back to you, crossing his arms and slumping in his seat. “I’m just as good as the next bloke.”
“We could always make up a meaning for you, y’know.” You suggested, closing the book.
“Why?” he asked. You shrugged. “It might be fun. Besides, I’m done with reading the book.”
“Why were you even reading it?”
You shook your head