You had such great news! Arthur you have waited for a while and you couldn’t be any happier, but how does one surprise him? Maybe when Arthur and you go to Alfred’s? No, maybe we could make a cake with it having something to do with your pregnancy on it? Wait, maybe Alfred could help? That could be an amazing way to tell Arthur about your pregnancy!
You had to about quietly on this. You grabbed your rain coat and stepped out into the rain that was harshly dropping out of the sky. “Maybe I should get an umbrella?” You thought, “Nah, it would take too long to get one.” You continued on your way until you fo
"Mommy we want cats!" your little sister (her name), pleaded to your mom in hopes she would get you both cats for Christmas.
"I don't know…" she mumbled and gazed down at both you and your sibling. Both of you used puppy eyes on her.
"Fine, but you two take care of them! I am not scooping any litter boxes! Got it?" she gave in. Both of you squealed and hugged her legs.
The three of you arrived at the animal shelter. You were led to the cat and kitten section. Your sister wandered over to the kittens and started cooing at them.
You, however, wanted a cat, not a kitten. You gazed at all the anxious felines in hopes one would catch your eye.
There are a bunch of swears here, so if you don't like swearing I wouldn't recommend it.
"Try and take my lunch money again you little bitch! I dare your ass to!" You yelled as you kicked the guy who had stolen your money. You slammed him to the ground and kicked him in the stomach. "I bet you want me to starve to death so I can stop kicking your ass!" Quite a feat since you were like 5 inches shorter than him and way lighter.
Matthieu watched from a distance in admiration. Damn, this tiny little thing beat up a guy three times bigger than her.
"Do you want me to stop? Huh? Bitch say something or I'm gonna keep going!" You yelled with anot
You sat on your husband's leg's, hovering over his sleeping body. You placed a huge smile on your face as you saw him beginning to stir. "Good morning, Al~!", you sang.
His eyes opened slightly to peek up at you. He closed them back and grunted, "What?"
You swing your right hand in the air. "Lookie. It's a mistletoe" You poke your lips out and lean down a little. He smirked before making contact with your lips. As he held onto your hips, you deepened the kiss a little before letting up and kissing him repeatedly. "How's my sweet, amazing husband? Guess what? I've been cleaning all morning and the house looks perfect! I made your favorite ve
“Matt.” you said, staring at your little child. He might have been the personification of Canada, but you too were a very strong country, even if you were starting to weaken and fall. As he ignored you, you put a hand on his shoulder and tried again, “Mattie.”
He turned to you, and you looked into those beautiful violet eyes while he grumbled, “Don’t call me that, Mom.”
You smiled down on him, “Why don’t you go play outside?”
“I don’t want to. There’s so much snow; I can barely walk!” Matt told you with a pout.
Shaking your head in false shame you said, &l
Fem!2p!America x Fem!Reader x Fem!2p!Canada
(Another story to cure my boredom and to add to my collection of Yuri stories. I like writing yuri's and hate that deviantart doesn't have enough yuri! It pisses me off! You damn yuri haters don't know what you're missing!)
It's your first day at school and you're not as nervous as you'd thought you would be. You don't have to even wear uniform here. See, you're from a rich family and this is your second time at a public school. The other one you went to, wasn't THAT good. And as a kid you had private schooling. You're not a snob, just because you're rich. You're quite down to earth and nice. But,
2p!child!America x reader x 2p!child!Canada-Sitter
Please, make sure you have time to read this before you start >w< It is long as hell and has a shit load of cuss words and some stuff sexually said, nothing done, but probably still not suited for the average child XD Enjoy~!
You, a seventeen year old, were one of the 'best' babysitters in your city. Parents would almost literally throw money at you to babysit their kids. The reason for the quotes around the word best is because, you weren't that good. You didn't even like kids, but it did pay. That was all that mattered.
Those who truly knew you, would call you a troubled teen. You didn't believe that though. You felt that