The Girl From the Flower Shop (Russia x Reader)More Like This
“Wait, Irina!” Russia called, following the secretary as she threw open the double doors and stormed out into the cold. “Let’s talk about thi– Irina please don’t quit! Come on, I’ll give you a raise!”
She never stopped to explain, never turned to look at him, didn’t even hesitate to quit her job – just left Russia in a state of complete disarray, his office messy and unmanageable without her, and not even a word of warning beforehand.
So that was it.
His secretary had just walked out on him… again.
The twentieth one.
He brought a hand up to his forehead and massaged it roughly as a sudden headache overtook his skull. There was no way he would ever get another secretary. Most women were too scared to work for him and the others were just too smart to even try. Hate letters and complaints, politics, economics, laws… No person in their right mind would ever take a job like that.
Air whooshed pas
Australia x Reader, REQUEST”Pinky PromiseMore Like This
I want to see snow.
You had a secret relationship with him.
It wasn’t anything like a romantic or sexual relationship—and definitely not both—unfortunately, but it was a relationship; it was a friendly one that had never left classroom 287, your shared fifth period Pre-Calculus class. The desks were paired off there, pushed together for partner work, and after he had been moved from the other side of the room for playing around too much with his friends, Circe had been taken from you and he had been placed there instead.
Who were you talking about?
Jett Kirkland, of course.
You had been kind of worried to work him, because your Pre-Calc class was notorious for partner work, because of a lack of textbooks, and without Circe to help you, you were positive you were going to fail. And it hadn’t been like you could actually trust Jett to do his work and help you understand, because from what you had gathered, his was irresponsible a
OOC Post:10Last one so I'm going to be cramin TONS in hereMore Like This
1) I am very vane sometimes.
2). I treat my friends like family
3). I am straight. I love me some men
4). I cannot connect with people my age. EXPECT:iconferalphoto:. She's the only one I can really connect with.
5). If I found out you did something wrong that hurts me, I won't come forth and talk about it. I'll bottle it in, and try to forget about it.
6). I am a Supernatural fan. BACK OFF DEAN LOVERS HE'S MINE!
7). I have tried taking my life..twice.
8). I am a HUGE BTR fan. BACK OFF LOGAN LOVERS! HE'S MINE! D:<
9). I have read Fifty Shades of Grey, and I'm reading it again. Fucking love that book.
10). I am a HUGE pervert. Trust me, I'm worst than France from Hetalia. Or maybe I'm equal with him..hmm
11). I read TONS of doujinshi. My first one was when America(Hetalia) turned into a girl and England fucked the shit out of him.
Allies x Country!Reader: Spending Time TogetherMore Like This
You walked to the Allies' meeting, it was a bright, sunny tuesday and you were happy to see your favorite guys again. Once you opened the door you were greeted with hellos.
"Hello (Name) nice day today da?" Russia said.
"I guess, but I prefer dark cloudy days." You responded. You sat next to (Country) and (Country) and America started to talk.
"Okay guys, I've been thinking..." America paused. "how about we just hang out for a while? The Axis haven't been responding or planning any attacks so might as well do nothing as well." Normally England would've said otherwise, but he knew what America meant. The others nodded and smiled. "So (Name) what do you wanna do today?"
"Me? But I thought we'd go solo or something." You said. "But okay, I guess I'll just stay at home and watch tv or read a manga/book."
"Do you mind if we come along, Love?" England asked. "We all want to know you much, much more."
"I guess. It'd be nice to have compa
ITW: Japan's Sakura"Aaahhh!" You screamed, continuing your descent. 'What the hell?!?!'More Like This
With the blinding light gone, you could now see that you were still falling through the sky. To make matters worse, you were about to come into contact with a small body of water in three...two...one.
Thank goodness it was deep enough that you didn't hurt yourself when you fell into it. Nevertheless, from the high point from where you fell the impact was shocking. You were stunned for a moment, but quickly the discomfort already forming in your lungs caused you to kick out until you reached the surface, gasping. " *Cough* what the..." You said to yourself, looking around you. It was dark, nighttime, but for some strange reason there were a few small red paper lanterns that someone had placed around the rocks that bordered the...pond?
"It's warm." You commented, the shock wearing off so that you had a better grasp of your surroundings. The water was warmer than what you would usually
ITW: Germany's Liebe"OW!" "VERDAMMIT!" "AHHHH DOITSU'S UNDER ATTACK!"More Like This
Great job (___), way to cause some random chaos on this beautiful day.
You groaned, rolling off of the very unhappy person who had broken your fall. "Ow...what the Hetalia." You grumbled, squinting at the bright morning sun that shone into your eyes. You heard several other confused voices around you, one in particular being the loudest.
"Just vhat in the hell was that?! Who goes falling out of the sky like that?!?!" Germany began ranting, before looking down at your form, much smaller in comparison to his. He stared, his original anger quickly turning into concern as he noticed that you weren't making any effort to get back up. You weren't really moving at all. This was too strange, even for him. All he wanted was a nice normal day where he and the other Axis powers could train, hell, he would even put up with Italy lagging behind as per usual. Random people falling out of the sky during laps was definitely breaking his routine.
ITW: England's Love"Ow!" You cried out, landing rather painfully on your bum. "What the heck..?"More Like This
Looking around, it was still dark, even though you weren't falling anymore. The strangest thing was that you looked like you were in someone's basement. The walls and floor were made from large gray stones, and an eerie green light surrounded you for a moment before dimming down. "Oh bloody hell! Now what?" you heard an annoyed voice say. You felt your face grow hot "I should be asking you the same thing! How the heck did I even end up here?!" you shot back. The light had dimmed enough to where you could see a cloaked figure in front of you, who stiffened at your response.
"Oh dear." he said, before pulling away the cowl that had been covering his face. Your eyes went wide as (e/c) orbs met a brilliant green, framed by the thickest eyebrows ever known to mankind. Arthur stared back at you, blushing. "O-Oh! I'm so sorry, I-I didn't mean to bring you here, honest!" the Brit shouted, frantically flipping th
Valentine's Challenge|England|DateMore Like This
"No, Mattie, I'm not nervous," you answered, holding the phone between your cheek and shoulder as you put the finishing touches on your spiced poached pears. You smiled at the completed dish and picked it up to move it to the table. "Really, Mattie, I'm not nervous! It's just Arthur, after all."
Yes, it was true, the sophisticated Brit was coming over for a Valentine's Day dinner and while you weren't nervous, you were terribly excited. Despite just telling him it was because neither of you had a proper date, you had really invited the Brit because you had the world's biggest crush on him. So, at a few of your friend's prompting, you had invited him over for dinner. You could still see the look on his face.
"_______! You coming?" Alfred asked as he buckled the strap to his motorcycle helmet. You laughed and shook your head.
"No, I'm waiting for Arthur, remember?" you answered, putting your hands on your hips and shifting your weight to one side. "I just told you that a few minutes a
Valentine's Challenge|Pirate!England|DesireMore Like This
You rolled over in the bed, hands searching for the warm body of Captain Arthur Kirkland, but instead you found chilled, wrinkled blankets. Groaning in annoyance, you stretched your arms farther, thinking perhaps he'd just rolled to the other side of the bed, but, alas, you were met with nothing but more cold air.
"Kirkland," you muttered, rubbing your cheek against the pillow before finally propping yourself up on your elbows. You twisted your head, scanning the dimly lit room for your blonde, green-eyed lover, but he was nowhere to be seen. "Arthur, where have you gone?" you asked aloud, as if somehow the lamp or wooden door might offer you an answer, but all you could hear was the creak of the ship as it rocked among the swelling waves.
You loved life on the sea, free to do whatever you pleased, so long as you remained in your captain's sight. He liked to pretend it was because he owned you and a captain's girl should always be where he could see her, but you knew it was because he
Cafetalia X Reader - EnglandSpirited away to a world conquered by spirits,More Like This
but those are not the only "spirits" at work.
“Blimey. It’s bloody amazing,’ you giggled as your hand pressed onto the window of the double decker bus you were currently sitting in, with a knit hat holding your hair up and your suitcase in the seat beside you.
London was a whole different ballgame than what you considered before deciding to travel to the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. You had wanted to go to (favorite city) at first, but then the British tourist package caught your eyes.
‘The days are dreary! Nothing but rain!’ your mother had warned you.
Well, you didn’t exactly mind the rain.
Unless, of course, you caught a cold.
‘The food is an acquired taste!’ She told you.
Well, you had
Cross My Palm With Silver (EnglandxReader) The Englishman didn’t want to be here. That much was obvious to you; the way his nervous eyes constantly flicked from place to place, the careful positioning of his body, and the agitated tapping of his fingers all clued you in to his reluctance. His friend had dragged him here, the American man with sandy blond hair and curious blue eyes. That one was grinning and excitedly fidgeting in place; he had been lured in of his own free will.More Like This
A small, lofty smile curved your lips as you adjusted the brightly dyed scarf wrapped around your hair and tucked a few of the locks that peeked out back under the cloth’s shelter, wishing you could escape the merciless corset threatening to crush your internal organs. Holding up two slender fingers, you nodded to Lovino, who parted the thick burgundy curtains separating you from your clients’ sight and called, “Are there any two who wish to have their fortunes to
Meeting the Neighbors [2P!F.A.C.E. X Reader]More Like This
"Sweetie, why don't you go out and meet the neighbors?" your stepmother Linda said in a sickeningly sweet tone.
You mentally groaned.
This woman is a, excuse the language, fucking whore. She looks identical to a Barbie doll for Christ's sake! She wears at least five pounds of makeup on that thing she called a face.
You looked up from your laptop and looked into her piercing blue eyes.
"Sweetie, why don't you go out and receive your daily face lift?" you said, mimicking the "innocent" tone she used with you.
Linda growled, "Just go!"
You rolled your (eye color) eyes as you closed your laptop. You stopped in front of blonde and bowed, "I'll practice my courtesy while I'm out, your majesty."
Before Linda's puny brain could process what you just said, you had already grabbed your (favorite color) hoodie and slipped out the door.
What an imbecile.
The reason why Linda was urging you to go out and meet new people was because y
How to Kiss a Lady [Scotland X Reader X England]More Like This
"You damn bloody git!"
"Ye just ano'her jealous dickheed!"
Arthur and Allistor Kirkland were at it...again.
It was surprising that these two were even related; they're exact opposites. The only way you could tell that they're even siblings is their unbelievably thick brows. Besides the eyebrows, there's nothing that the two shared in the looks department...
Allistor has handfuls and handfuls of fiery red hair piled atop his head while thousands of freckles are scattered across his face. He also has these wide, green eyes that one could get lost in as if they were a endless meadow of dark, lush green grass. Not to mention that he gave off this heavenly scent of cigars and cologne.
Arthur wasn't that hideous either. In fact, he's probably the most handsome Englishman you'll ever come to meet. He, like his brother, had a lovely pair of green eyes, though his were extremely light compared to those of his brother. Arthur's eyes are a elegant shade of jade green that were specked with
Puppet PerfectMore Like This
I can make them perfect
Berwald Oxenstierna hacked away at a piece of wood; his sculpted arms were at work. It gave him freedom to think as he pleased without the chatter of others around him. He drew out a carving tool from his belt and began to shape the block of lumber into a round sphere. This was a time where no human in their right mind would come to Oxenstierna and bother to ask him a question; let alone to even talk to him at all.
Berwald was a silent, serious type. When he talked, he seemed to mumble and grunt; a bit of his Swedish accent was present in every word he spoke. His blond flaxen hair was pale, giving his sea-blue eyes attention; attraction to his stern, long face he wore every hour of the day.
His hands felt the smooth feel of the wood he had just shaped. Looking up at him was a face; a wooden, unpainted face of a young female. Berwald smiled; had he really just done that? He had used a perfectly good piece of block to make a head! But that was OK. He