Swing Those Hips (EnglandxReader)
Bass-heavy beats and synthesizer pitches pulsed in your ears as the strobe lights of the club flashed crazily around you, neon lines shooting across your vision at random. You got up from your seat at one of the tables in the back and joined the throng of people, the smell of sweat, drinks, and clashing perfume and cologne mingling in your nose as you started dancing, letting your body move of its own accord, smiling as you passed people on your way to the centre of the dance floor.
As you neared the spot where more and more people were dancing spastically, you noticed a circle forming slightly to your left; intrigued, you changed direction and danced over, letting your hips lead so that people parted more easily. When you had finally reached the ring around the circle, your jaw dropped and you momentarily stopped dancing, your brain refusing to believe what your eyes claimed was true.
Arthur Ignatius Kirk
Sweet Dreams (GermanyxReader) You smiled softly down at Ludwig’s sleeping face as his features were gently bathed in moonlight streaming in from the window. He was so peaceful in repose, without stress or worry or any of the emotions that plagued him in wakefulness to etch hard lines into his features. And it had been so long since the easy curves of a true smile had appeared on his face that you could barely remember what one looked like.
His feathery blond hair glimmered finely in the moonlight as he murmured something undecipherable in his sleep, shifting slightly in his sleep so that his sculpted silhouette was thrown into glorious relief against the domes of the pillow cradling his head. Reaching out quietly, you gently stroked the soft strands, revelling silently in the feel of the silky blond gossamer against your fi
I Will Wait (FrancexReader)
It was a beautiful day; the sun was filtering softly through the puffy, white clouds as they drifted lazily through the smoothly saturated lapis lazuli sky. There was a gentle breeze that danced lightly through the air, fluttering the ends of people’s hair and kissing their cheeks. It was on this day that Francis Bonnefoy and ______ ___(l/n)___ sat some distance away from each other, one in the park and one at a small table at a café, one with company, the other alone.
The girl at the table watched discreetly over the rim of her coffee cup, wistfulness painted thickly in her eyes. She watched as the man with the shimmering golden hair and unspeakably alluring azure eyes laughed and flirted with the girl sitting beside him. Her jealousy and resentment had long run dry; now all that girl sitting with a cold cup of coffee felt was sorrow that she couldn’t be the one to make Francis’s eyes light up in that sp
When You're Strong (ItalyxReader)
The problem with being the strong one is that no one ever offers you a hand. —C.W.
Humming as you bustled around your kitchen preparing the ingredients for the Italian feast the two Italian brothers coming over later were sure to want. A smile curved your lips up at the memory of the last time your two best friends had come over; after an amazing dinner (prepared by Feli and Lovi, of course), the three of you had settled down to watch an Italian movie that they had brought over. Halfway into the movie, you had accidentally smacked the back of Lovi’s head with a pillow; he retaliated, starting a pillow fight that had ended in them just crashing at your house after the fun.
As you took out a large pot to boil water in, the doorbell rang insistently, the rapid-fire chimes pealing through your house. You set the pot on the counter and rushed over to your door with a touch of annoyance, wondering who could be callin
Winged!Reader x France | Fairytale
Once upon a time...
The early morning air was cool and refreshing on your sun-kissed face as you slipped out your window and into the open air of the rising sun, perching on the rim of the small flowerbox that adorned the window. Spreading the feathered limbs that sprouted from your back, just behind your shoulder blades, you sighed in delight as you stretched the cramped muscles that had been folded against your spine for the night. You flexed the tight muscles as your wings unfurled through the two slits you had cut in the top you were wearing. A breeze rustled past, ruffling your pinfeathers; you smiled and after balancing precariously on the edge of the flowerbox to fasten the window shut again, turned to face over the empty sky and leapt off the edge, diving into empty space.
Threads of chilly air whistled smoothly past you as you freefell for a few seconds before you unfurled your wings to cup the air, ha
FrancexReader A La Guerre Epilogue The chatter in the still-crowded meeting room fades away as you walk away, wandering aimlessly down the halls. The last World Meeting had been just the same as always; Ludwig stated the problem and set down rules; Alfred had proposed a ridiculous solution; chaos ensued. Even Francis, your fiancé (the thrill of the word!), was caught up in his usual routine of strangling Arthur. After Kiku slipped out, you had left Yao running away from Ivan and quietly crept into the relative seclusion of the winding hallways in the old building.
You sigh and close your eyes as you walk into one of the rooms in the East Wing; this was your favorite place in the building. The room had once belonged to your boss, but then you had been given it as a reward for your centennial. You had redecorated the room, making it into your own little paradise to escape to in situations just like this.
You sit on the soft bed and lean back, l
A La Guerre *Extended Ending* (FrancexReader
You sigh slightly as you walk out of the kitchen from stealthily disposing of Arthur’s scones as your mind drifts back to a conversation you’d had with Francis just a week prior.
You had turned and answered, “Yes, amour?”
Francis had smiled at you and asked nonchalantly, “What do you zhink of a union?”
Disappointment and sorrow ran through you as you mentally wept. You had been dreading the day this question came ever since the initial thrill of being an official couple with Francis wore off. A regular human marriage was one thing, but you were a country, as was Francis. Things were much more complicated. A true marriage would mean nothing more than an alliance that would not be broken for many lifetimes, if ever,
A La Guerre Final Chapter (FrancexReader) Even though you can’t see them yet, you know exactly who came to see you. Sighing as a twinge of pain blooms in your stomach where you were shot, you put your hand to it to dull the pain and call out as you step onto Francis’s porch, “Germany! Italy! Ja—Kiku!”
There is a moment of silent stillness before you hear a rustle. You sit down in one of the chairs Francis has set up and wait as three figures emerge from behind Francis’s iron gate. You cross your legs, letting the hem of the nightgown ride up to reveal your heavily bandaged legs as you wait for the three men to reach the porch.
They hesitate at the bars; you rest your head on one hand, propping your elbow on the arm of the chair as you call, “It’s unlocked. We need to talk.”
Kiku boldly pushes the gate open, but lets Germany take the lead as they shuffle across the cobblestone pat
A La Guerre Chapter 13 (FrancexReader) Your eyelids flicker up groggily and a weird yawn/moan sort of sound rolls out of your mouth. You gingerly put a hand to your head, wondering why it aches so much. You blink blearily a few times and your vision clears, the fuzzy blur of color resolving into recognizable shapes. The thing is, you don’t recognize any of the furniture in the room, or the room at all. Panic starts up in your mind as you look around and realize that you have no idea where you are. It’s not your house, and you don’t know whose it is. You look down at yourself; what feels like bare legs under the soft white sheets, the rest of your body clothed in an airy, (f/c), spaghetti-strap, rather low-cut nightgown trimmed with a froth of fluffy snow-white lace that reaches to your ankles. Who had changed your clothes?
You ran through everything else you knew.
My name is _______ _______. I am the country ______. I am a part of t