A Letter [America X Reader]A Letter [America X Reader]
The American moved out of his car, carrying a bouquet of flowers as he walked through the cemented pathway. It had already been a year since that tragic...death that happened to this certain [Nationality] girl he loved, and he felt a bit guilty as to not being able to visit her so often as he did before. So here he was now, having a day off from his Boss and gave the time to his dearly beloved.
Ariving in front of [Name]'s grave stone, Alfred had said nothing. He just stared at it, a sad smile scribbled on his face. He started thinking about the past.. all those memories he had spent with you.. the laughter, the tears, everything. But he didn't cry. Not yet. No words were said as he placed the bouquet of [flowers] on her grave stone. He reached into the pocket of his bomber jacket and took out a piece of paper, slipping it just between two pieces of [flowers]. He stood up and turned his back away from the grave stone, just before a tear escaped his eye
Terrible Things [America X Reader]He took a shaky glance to his side, his son was smiling brightly beside him. The American sighed. He looked just like his mom. Those brightly [e/c] colored eyes, the hair that stuck out like hers and of course, how could he forget, that delicate, soft but carefree smile. Their son reminded him so much about her. He sighed and looked back at the side walk as they both continued to walk on the moonlit park. His deep sigh worried his son, causing the boy to glance at his father quite worriedly.
"Dad? What's wrong?" The boy asked quietly, softly. Like how she would ask.
He winced a bit at the picture of a young [h/c] haired girl, smiling at him softly as she lay on the bed, white sheets covering her. Honey? What's wrong?.He shook his head dismissively and gave the boy a weak smile.
His son just told him about this wonderful girl he had met in school today. He noted that his son was smiling brightly as he told him about the girl. About how nice she was, how pretty, how
Listen [America X Reader]"Hey [Name]!! Wait up!" A lively voice called from behind you.
You stopped on your tracks and sighed, waiting for the blonde to catch up. He was so annoying.
Finally arriving at your side, he panted and started to walk beside you. "So?" He said cheerfully, "How was your weekend, dudette?"
You sighed a 'meh' indicating that you weren't really interested in the topic, so he shrugged and left it. You both were silent until you got to school.
From outside, the school looked gloomy. Kids didn't talk, they just leaned on the walls and kept quiet. The sky wasn't blue, it was grey. Like it was going to rain, but really won't. It just left a mark that it wanted the day to be as gloomy as it is now.
Alfred was awfully quiet right now, but you didn't think it was a matter to be talked about. I mean. He's Alfred. The most popular and most lively boy in school. Why would he be gloomy. So, you left the topic for your mind to erase.
Before parting ways though, he asked you a qu
[England X Reader]You looked around, eyes roaming, looking for a certain Brit. They finally stopped as they some across blonde hair and emerald eyes; sounds of gentle laughter reaching your ears. You smiled contently as you see his calm face and hear him chuckle. You stood up and walked to the gate, because you were content. Because that was enough for you.
"Ahahaha!!" a loud laughter was heard throughout your room as the secret you kept for months finally reached your Hungarian friend's ears. "I knew you liked him!" She exclaimed. "The way you kept looking for him after class~ The way you stared at him from behind~ Ah!" She stood a dramatic pose, the back of her palm against her forehead. "Love!"
You sighed then looked down on your homework, your face flushed a crimson red. "Please calm down, Liz. I really don't want to think about him right now."
"But, [Name]!" she whined, "You just have to tell him!"
"Liz," you sighed, turning your head to face her, "I can't."
Her eyebrow arched, "Wh
Milk and A Stormy Night [Romano X Reader]"[Name]!" Antonio calls.
You hurry to his side with your pajamas on, leaving the toys you were playing with behind. "Yeah, Toni?"
He kneels down to your level and pats your head, "Feli and Lovi are in the room now," He smiled, "Why don't you join them? It's almost bed time you know."
You smiled brightly and nod as you scurried past Grandpa Rome on the way bidding him a goodnight.
As you enter the room, you find Feli and Lovi each on their beds, sound asleep. You smile and head to your own bed, snuggling yourself into your blankets and slowly drifting to sleep.
Awoken by a loud BANG, you quickly sat up looking around. You set your gaze on the window just in time to see a streak of lightning scribble across the sky followed by another, much louder ROAR of thunder.
Slowly you lay back down to sleep. At least,you tried to. You shifted around your bed, turning left to right, trying to find a good position. But sadly, to no avail. You lay on your bed, eyebrows furrowed and eyes set gaz
Never Alone [Canada X Reader]"Mattie..?"
You whispered through the door hole of the young Canadian's room. 'What had happened?' you think to yourself. Maybe it had something to do with that boy from Cuba? Or maybe it's because of that attractive British boy in school? Or we don't know, maybe it's because of his brother. Whatever the answer was, this was the result; Matthew locking himself up in his room.
"Mattie, come on." You softly call.
You heard sniffles from the other side and figured that he was sitting just infront of his door.
"Mattie, please..?" You pleaded for him to open the door.
"Is it really that hard, [Name]..?" He asked softly, just in between his hiccups. "Is it really /that/ hard to remember me?"
You sighed as your heart started to break from his question. It wasn't hard for /you/, why is it hard for them? It didn't make any sense. Or are they just ignoring him? Why would they, though? It's not like he did anything mean to them. There wasn't a reason for them to ignore him.
You snap back i
Origami [Romano X Reader]You were folding, yet again, another marguerite. What can you say? You loved making an origami marguerite. It was just so complicated and difficult that it kinda challenged you to make it perfectly, and now that you did, well, you just couldn't stop yourself anymore.
You loved making flower origami-- all kinds of it actually. May it be paper planes, boats, flowers or animals, you were never too tired to try an learn a new type of fold. And since you were quite well with your hands , nothing ever stopped you to do so.
"What the fuck it that?" A certain brunette blurted out besides you, his face painted with a look of disgust. It didnt really bother you anymore, though since he's been doing that for as long as you could remember.
"It's origami, duh." You replied without giving as much as a glance at him, and just continuing your work.
"Well freakin' stop it!!" He demanded.
"And why should I do that?" You asked challengingly, a small smirk planted on your face.
"Because I said so, dammit!
Everything Seemed Perfect [Norway X Reader]You sat on a chair, just outside the principal's office. You were new to the school and just moved in from [City]. Your dad's job was moved here and he just had to take you with him, since you're the only one he's got.
"Mrs.[L.Name]." The secretary behind the desk called.
You hurried to the desk and smiled shyly at the woman behind. "Yes ma'am?"
"Here's your locker key Mrs.[L.Name]." She smiled, handing you the key.
You took, said thank you and went on your way.
As you walked, hundreds of students walked right past you, ignoring the new girl in school. The hallway seemed crowded, so you squeezed yourself though the next corridor. Your face brightened at the sight of your locker. You walked up to it and was about to open it when three boys came to interrupt you.
"Hey there, you new here?" The one in the middle asked. He seemed to be the leader of the three.
You simply nod.
"Cool. I'm the Awesome Gilbert!" He stated proudly. "That there," He pointed to a blonde who was holdin
Cookies [Norway X Reader]"What do you mean you're leaving?!" Mathias exclaimed, his eyes fixed on Berwald. "You can't survive a single war without ME!"
"I'm sorry. But I need my Independence." Berwald stated firmly.
"You're just saying that!" Mathias countered, "But after you do gain Independence, you're just gonna crawl back to me for support!"
"I won't do that. I have Tino with me and--" He was cut off mid-sentence by Mathias' rage.
"Don't say that like you mean it! Sooner or later you will come to me for support! And don't think I will give you support, 'cause hell I won't!" Mathias was infuriated, just the thought of Berwald wanting Independence from him felt like a horn growing on his heart. Was he not enough for Berwald's happiness?
Not thinking twice, Mathias flung himself at Berwald and crashed his fist on the Swedish's face. Tino tried to get between then but Berwald stopped him. He knew that fighting back would just make matters more worse.
Not being able to do anything, Tino plastered himself