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INTERACTIVE CANADA FLASH GAME :iconnamioki:NamiOki 6,434 2,868
Literature
Not So Innocent {Norway x Reader}
“Women love when we do this, don’t they?”
Warning: ‘Lime’ content— beware ;)
 
“I’m telling you; I’m the awesomest!”
“And I’m telling you… there’s no way you’re better than the hero!”
“You’re both such fools—neither of you could be as great as me. I’m the King!”
You giggled quietly. Much to your amusement, you were hanging out with the ‘Awesome Trio’, which consisted of Prussia, America, and Denmark.
The four of you were currently at an evening festival to celebrate the opening of Japan’s newest capital. You weren’t even sure how you wound up hanging with them—but here you were, and their silly, self-centered arguing was undeniably funny.
“What are you giggling about over there, _____?” Prussia smirked, turni
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A Date in Italy FLASH GAME :iconnamioki:NamiOki 8,586 3,555 INTERACTIVE ROME FLASH GAME :iconnamioki:NamiOki 3,679 1,473 Dance Dance America :iconyuumei:yuumei 21,251 3,367 INTERACTIVE RUSSIA FLASH GAME :iconnamioki:NamiOki 7,631 2,928 INTERACTIVE ROMANO FLASH GAME :iconnamioki:NamiOki 6,238 2,422 INTERACTIVE AMERICA FLASH GAME :iconnamioki:NamiOki 6,001 3,441 INTERACTIVE ENGLAND FLASH GAME :iconnamioki:NamiOki 7,452 2,817 Hetalia Dress Up Game ver.2 :iconkawaiipandah:KawaiiPandah 15,778 6,121 Hetalia: Just as asdfsdaffff :iconpunpunichu:PunPuniChu 1,234 314
Literature
I taste maple syrup... 2p!Canada x Reader
Warning: I swear in this one too. But I don't give a shit anymore. See, I just swore in a warning about swearing...
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Your boyfriend broke away from the kiss with frown on his face. Staring back at him you tried to keep the sheepish look off your face. “Is something wrong, Matt?” you asked.
“We didn’t have pancakes for breakfast.” he said.
Damn it, you thought, he knows.
You just frowned trying to keep an innocent look on your face, “So?”
“I taste maple syrup.” Matthew said, catching your lips again. You knew it might be better to keep your mouth shut, but you couldn’t resist your sexy Canadian boyfriend. When he finally pulled back, he said, “I definitely taste maple syrup.” You nodded on instinct, still lightheaded.
He leaned down and started to kiss your neck, making you moan. “Did you make pancakes without me?” he asked. Unable you speak you just shook your head. “Then what troub
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Literature
Teacher!America x Student!Reader - Dresscode (ch2)
You'd been distracted all day from first period on. Mr. Braginski had almost written you up for being so spacey.
And now it was lunch and your heart was hammering and you could hear it in your ears and your stomach fluttered, the sensation almost overwhelming enough to trip you on your way to Mr. Jones's room. You clutched a hand to your stomach upon entering the hallway, hesitating at the closet door. When he'd said to meet him "here" did he mean the closet or the classroom?
You got your answer when Mr. Jones stepped out to close the classroom door. He saw you and smiled, nodding his head toward the room in invitation. You smiled back shyly, entering with a shaky breath. "H-hi."
"You're late," he teased, walking over to his desk and writing something in Sharpie on a piece of binder paper. "This is becoming habit. Do you like keeping me waiting?"
Heart, shut up, you can't hear the teacher. "I'm sorry…I was finishing a chem test in Braginski's class."
"Ooh. Gotcha." He winked up at
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APH - Cepe Indicum :iconr-ninja:R-ninja 2,750 304
Literature
Bad Touch {Famous!Spain x Fan!Reader}
“Why can’t you just pick me?”
Warning:‘Lime’ content— beware ;)
 
You looked up at the poster. It was still a little crooked, but it would have to do.
You’d just finished putting up your newest poster of your favorite band, Bad Touch. It had all three members on it—Prussia, France, and Spain, looking as great as they always did.
They were currently your obsession. But not just you; they had fangirls all over the world. They were a national phenomenon. Starting out in Europe, they quickly became the world’s most famous boy band.
Lately, Bad Touch was all you ever thought about. Usually you didn’t obsess over boy bands, but this was an exception.
Since your family didn’t have a lot of money, you couldn’t afford to go to concerts or even buy much of their merchandise. But you did spend all of your allowance on magazines. Mostly just to rip out the Bad Touch posters and put them up on y
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Hetalia Dress Up Game :iconkawaiipandah:KawaiiPandah 21,785 6,438 APH: Academy Hetalia -game- :iconcarichan:carichan 8,366 2,623 Reflecting Colors :iconamazingartistyellow:AmazingArtistYellow 1,869 251 APH - Dysfunctional Family :iconsora-ko:sora-ko 5,950 584 Base: Cozy Couple :iconiggypixel:IggyPixel 3,076 824
Literature
Bullied!France X Reader I Know What You're Not
(Name) stepped out of her mom’s car and shut the door behind her.
“Have fun at school (Name),” her mom said from behind her. “Call me when you’re ready to leave.”
“Okay mom,” (Name) responded before turning back and going into her new school. She hoped her first day wouldn’t be too bad, or at least not as bad as it was in her previous school. She never really liked it there anyway, and no one ever really liked her.
That’s why her mom thought she should move from (y/home state) to (state of your choice) and change schools. Her mom was hoping that (Name) would make some friends if she moved to another school and started over.
(Name), however, thought it was pointless. She sucked at trying to have conversations, and she was really shy. Any friend she every had in the past had either moved away later or drawn away from her by the popular crowd. What was the real point in trying? Getting her mother to stop pestering her about it, s
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HetaOni ENGLISH PROJECT V17_1 NEW LINK (+tutos) :iconpianodream:Pianodream 2,779 947
Literature
Stubborn Love {Romano x Reader}
“Okay, so I love you. Deal with it… idiota ragazza.”
 
You’d never been more worried in your entire life.
You continued to sit in that uncomfortable hospital chair, simply watching him, for hours. Though no matter how long you waited, he still wouldn’t wake up.
You had no tears left, your knees weren’t shaking anymore, and your heartbeat wasn’t thumping erratically. Not like it had been during the time of the accident, of course.
You sighed, and continued to watch his sleeping face. He looked so cute and innocent that way. The nurses had cleaned him up pretty well; so his body wasn’t covered in blood and dirt anymore.
The beeping of the heart monitor was what kept you from going insane. You feared for his life, yes, but that monitor kept your hopes up. It had maintained a healthy, steady beat, just as the doctors had told you it would.
It wasn’t too serious of an accident- in fact the doctors assured you he would
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Literature
Night Clothes- GreecexReader
.:Greece:.
Heracles breathed in the sweet scent of the washed bed sheets that he was currently lying face down on. His whole body was relaxed, resembling the kitty cats that were scattered about the medium sized bedroom.
The windows were open, allowing a calm, salty sea breeze to gently waft through the rooms. The moon's light was not seen though, as the thin curtains had forbid it. His brown hair was messily spread out over the pillow that he remembered {Name} loved to cuddle.
Drowsily, Heracles attempted to stay awake long enough to bid {Name} a hushed goodnight, albeit sleepily. A small, white with blue stripes Aegean stray kitty cat jumped onto the bed and purred into his hand, asking to be pet. Heracles smiled sleepily, petting the cat with long strokes down its spine. It purred, arching its back in blissfulness, as only a cat could.
Heracles smiled at the cat. Though, he'd rather hear his own {Name} giggle to his patting of her soft hair, rather than just this cute kitty cat. He
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Literature
Germany x Sick!Reader
You lay back on your bed, feeling the effects of your country's depression taking their toll on you. Your economy was in shambles, your government was corrupt, your people were suffering, and it was all piling up to make you horribly ill.
But you were a part of the Axis now, and you were doing everything you could to stay strong for them. The depression you could deal with. You could brush it off and smile away the pain, to make your allies not worry about you. Now that you could barely move, you were worried. What if Germany, the unofficial leader of your little group, now saw you as useless and threw you out in the cold? You were determined to hide this from the others at all costs.
The comforter around you did nothing to ease your chills, and your house was drafty and falling to shreds due to your economic troubles. Then your phone rang out, and you rose to grab it, taking the comforter around your shoulders. After hitting the button, you coughed for a second and watched the blood s
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Literature
Teacher!America x Student!Reader - Dresscode
Quick, get dressed! Gosh dang—where were all your clothes?
You tried to recall the last time you ran a wash. More than a week ago. That explained it.
Now you scraped the back of your dresser drawers for something that didn't break the dress code. "Arugh!" The minutes on that clock were changing far too fast. Well you had to wear something. You tugged on a really tight pair of jeans, which felt a little like a push-up bra for your butt at the moment. Shoving your feet into a pair of tennis shoes, you donned a very lacy, tight camisole with thin straps. Over that, you wore a cute graphic tee you hardly ever got to wear, because it was an off-the-shoulder scoop neck, a detail you hadn't noticed when you bought it on clearance.
You brushed your hair quickly, muttering a curse as you checked the clock again, and grabbed your school supplies, leaving the house without breakfast.
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Your heart sped and you blushed as you halted your brisk-walk in front of the blue door to your fir
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Hetalia: Rammstein-Gilbert :iconpunpunichu:PunPuniChu 1,704 204 France and England marriage :iconvoodoodollmaster:VooDooDollMaster 1,745 212
Literature
That Sexy Stalker! {Greece x Reader}
“I want to throw you on my bed, strip you down, and make love to you while you leave scratches on my back and scream my name. If… that’s okay with you, of course.”
Warning: ‘Lime’ content— beware ;)
 
You’re a girl with a problem.
If he wasn’t in your life, then things would practically be perfect. But the fact was, he is in your life, whether you want him there or not.
You’ve got yourself a seemingly emotionless, creepy, perverted stalker who loves cats and has a habit of talking dirty. In other words; it’s Greece.
He loves you, or so he claims… but lately it seems more like he’s just borderline obsessed. Which is goddamn creepy, because he’s always got that expressionless face and slow-monotone voice.
You usually try to avoid him, because he makes you feel uncomfortable. All he does is stare. You once even caught him trying to take a picture of you.
“No phot
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Pirate England :iconkanamesuoh:KanameSuoh 2,614 345
Literature
Germany x Depressed!Reader
~Your POV~
 Beep, beep, beep, beep!
 You groaned as you turned and shut off your alarm. As you did, you realized the long, perfect cuts on your arm. Shocked, you immediately shot upwards. That’s when you remembered.
 “You’re useless. You are just a burden to me. Trash. I only went out with you because I felt sorry for you. Now, get off my doorstep before I have to make you, you sorry woman.”
 Your ex-boyfriends words rung in your ear. He had said those words to you a week ago, and finally, fed up with stabbing only a pillow every night, you advanced to your arms.
 You sighed. “I should probably put some bandages on, or else Ludwig, Feli and (Femalebestfriend) will get worried…” You thought. They were already worried enough as it was, seeing you push people away, not wanting to get close to someone ever again.
 Taking a deep breath, you got up, got dressed, bandaged your arm, decided to skip breakfast, brushed your teeth, p
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Pride :icongabbi:Gabbi 1,869 407 Hetalia Beautiful World Jackets :iconcioccolatodorima:Cioccolatodorima 9,234 773
Literature
Germany x Sick!Reader Part II
You nodded into his chest. Everything was going to be alright.
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When you awoke, it was in Germany’s arms. Under any other circumstances it would have brought a smile, and probably a blush, to your face, but you were waking for a different reason. You tore out of his arms with surprising force and made your way to the adjoining bathroom as quickly as you could manage. You tried as hard as you could to retch quietly, and when you saw the blood blooming in the water you thought you ought to wake him. Weakly you made your way to the doorway when you heard a knock on the door downstairs. Germany was still sound asleep. Taking care of you must have really tired him. Something possessed you to get to it and found your boss, drunk off his ass.
“Hey,” he slurred, “you weren’t at your home.”
You stared at him in disbelief. You knew what was behind this cloud of alcohol. Before you stood a cold and calculating man, concerned only with power and wealth.
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Literature
Hetalia x reader: stupid autocorrect
Yeah yeah so there's some bad language yanno if you can't Handle it dont read you yanno the drill or whatever . Enjoy~!
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Italy: Hey _____~! Can you gets some penis at the store?
_____: Ummmm, I don't think they sell penis at the store other than a dildo . 😐 
Italy: Noob!!I meant pasta!
____: I'm not a noob!!!
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Russia: come and fuck Prussia
____: but but... I don't want to T-T
Prussia: awww why not _____ you know you want my 5 centimeters
_____: i knew it was small!!
Russia: kololololo
Prussia: noob!!!'
___: what is with people calling me a noob !!!!!!
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England: America! Whore the hell are you?
America: Yes, yes I am.
England: O.O
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Japan: I'm an oatmeal and proud of it!
____: and I'm a
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APH: Tank goodness :D :iconpunpunichu:PunPuniChu 931 140 Hetalia - chibi nations :iconsego-chan:sego-chan 6,923 722
Literature
Bad Luck: 2P!CanadaXReader
Bad Luck
You chuckled as Alfred made a fool out of himself, yet again. He really was an idiot sometimes, but one of your best friends none the less. There was a growling sound behind you that sent shivers down your spine. Then Arthur pulled up beside you with an amazing smelling pink frosted cupcake.
"Would you like it?" He asked, his smile a little sadistic.
You laughed nervously and pushed the cupcake away. "No thanks, I, uh, don't want to get a cavity. Too many of your delicious sweets can do that, you know," you gave a nervous smile.
With a sneer, the personification of England put away the treat. He turned to Alfred, the personification of America. "Come on Al, let's go home."
"No way!" Sneer Alfred, glaring at him, "You'll just try to feed me more of those poisonous cupcakes! I'm gonna hang out with __." He sent a seductive grin your way.
The pink haired nation growled again. "We are going home and you will eat my cupcakes!" He snapped, getting a death grip on the red eyed
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Literature
The Matchmaker {Canada x Reader}
“All this time, I… only wanted you. Just… you.”
 
You sighed, and glanced over at him with pity. He was invisible to them again.
Russia was sitting on him, as usual. Why did it seem like you were the only one who could see poor Canada?
The only time the rest of the Allies noticed him was when they were looking for America. His brother. Never did anyone see him otherwise.
You felt bad for the little guy. A loud, crazy, somewhat obnoxious guy like America was bound to overshadow his own quiet, shy brother like that. You were pretty sure Canada had spent his whole life getting stuck in his brother’s problems, only because people confused them.
Once in a while, you would catch a sad expression on the Canadian’s normally sweet face. You could never imagine what it would be like to be in his position.
Is he invisible because… they ignore him? You wondered sometimes.
America ended the meeting, and everyone began to leave.
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Literature
Cocoa: Canada x Reader
You knocked on the door of Canada's house, wanting to see your friend. You were a country, quite close to him in both friendship and border proximity. Since your name was kind of formal, he just called you _____. And you had gotten used to calling him Matthew or Mattie. He flung open the door, a hockey stick in hand.
Your (e/c) eyes widened in fear, "Mattie, it's just me!"
He breathed a sigh of relief, "Sorry, _____." You noticed his clothes were ruffled and creased as he rested the hockey stick against the wall beside him.
"I take it the meeting with the G8 didn't go too well?" you asked, stepping into his house while he shut the door behind you.
Canada nodded his head, "Russia sat on me the whole time!"
"Oh!" you said, wrapping your arms around him in a quick hug, "You poor thing! Did he hurt you?" With your head buried in his Canadian flag sweatshirt, you couldn't see the blush your actions brought to his face.
He hesitantly put a hand on your back, "N-No, I'm fine."
You smiled up a
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Literature
His Curl (Germany x Male!Reader)
It had been a long day of dealing with loud countries that all believed that they were right. You sighed wearily. I’m not even a country, why do I always end up going to all of the meetings? Although you weren’t a country, you were a capital. You were the capital of Italy, or Rome, to be more specific. The Italy brothers were fiercely protective of you and Lovino was not afraid to cuss off anyone who came too close to you. Ah, well, they could use all the help they can get. The meetings were chaotic and normally consisted of much fighting.  You were so zoned out that you didn’t notice your name being called.
“(M/N)! (M/N)! Mein gott, is he deaf? (M/N)!”
You finally turned around and saw Ludwig approaching you. You blushed and looked at your feet embarrassedly. “Sorry, Luddy. I was thinking…”
Your boyfriend sighed exasperatedly but shook his head with a smile. You and Ludwig had been going out for two months now and nobo
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Literature
England X Reader: Not That Drunk
England X Reader
Not That Drunk

"Stupid Arthur…" you grumbled to yourself, taking another swig of your drink, effectively finishing your 4th beer. "…And that stupid, freakin' police force, I tell ya *hic* now, they've stolen my best friend!"
Sighing, you crossed your arms on the bar and nestled your head in comfortably. When you felt someone gently tap you on the shoulder you looked up to see Mathias, a regular at the pub, grinning down at you.
"Hey _____," he said, cheerfully running a hand through his sexy gelled up blonde hair. "Where's Sergeant Bushy-Brows?"
You scoffed at the mention of Arthur and straightened up on your stool, so as to face Mathias properly. "That *hic* bloody git," you growled, mocking the Brit's speech. "has ditched me… for the fuzz. The fuzz, Mathias." And with that, you jumped off of your stool, threw your arms in the air and bellowed "THE FUUUUUZZZZZZ!!"
Well, that was when all hell broke loose.
A shady Dutch man in the back of the pub
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Literature
Trust: Thief!England x Police!Reader
"What did you steal this time, Iggy?" you asked casually, tossing your bag down on the floor of the examination room by the table.
He grinned at you, "Long time no see, poppet. And why do you call me Iggy?" The green emeralds bore into you, attempting to dazzle you with their charm, but you weren't falling for it.
"You won't tell me your real name, and you're not in the books. You don't exist, and you're a crafty little greedy imbecile. So you're my little Ichabod Crane. And someday I'll trip you up with nothing more that a pumpkin and a horse." you sneered. This man was the bane of your existence. He had evaded capture for so long, you could barely stand it.
He looked at you, "Now that's just not fair, love. I'm nothing like Ichabod Crane. He's tall and lanky, and is out to steal Katrina's fortune. I'm a little on the short side, if I admit it, and I'd never do something so disgraceful. I'm like Robin Hood, I steal from the rich, to help myself, a poor soul."
You looked at him,
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