Austria X Reader addition
The large nation with thick locks of curly brown hair and muscles defining his perfect body wrapped his arms around a tiny you. He rocked you in his soft embrace, giving you a merry smile as he stared into your eyes as you looked up at him with a pout sat on your face. You did not want to go to bed; instead, you wanted to stay up late with Grandpa Rome and listen to his tales of battle and love.
"Come on (Name), it's bed time now~ You will be tired in the morning if you don't get enough sleep!" Grandpa Rome stated before he pinched a chubby cheek of yours.
You chased away his hand with your own and then tugged at the long white robes draping over his chest. "I don't want to go to bed! Please let me stay up with you Grandpa!" You whined and tugged harder on his clothing while your eyes swelled up with tears. You gave him suc
:icontechgnotic: by techgnotic
A Thousand Years Tradition of Scaring Children at Bedtime
Continues for Children of All Ages
News of the discovery of 500 “new” fairy tales collected over 150 years ago in Germany and locked away in a forgotten archive has me thinking about the enduring importance of these narrative treasures in the lives of huma
You reached into the bag, tiny hands grasping something hard like a rock. You pulled it out to reveal some…well…black rock.
Arthur, still behind you, sighed in relief. “Scone! That’s mine!” He was secretly hoping you would get the scone.
You smiled some, face still red from the earlier tantrum. At least you knew this man more than anyone else. But what kind of rock was called a scone? Is it like coal? Cuz’ it’s black and charred like coal.
The crowd of people began to murmur amongst themselves, most conversations not necessarily about you, but they were free now that the meeting was basically over. You thought you heard several complaining, but wasn’t sure if it was about you or not.
Germany nodded, reaching into the bag and withdrew his own item, passing it back around. “If you still vant vatever you put in ze bag, take it now vhile you still can. Meeting adjourned!”
Alfred stood as a
“[Name], perhaps you’re getting a bit tired?” Ludwig asked you, a slight grin appearing on his face.
You simply shook your head ‘no’.
“Not at all?” Ludwig continued. “Not even just a teeny bit?”
You shook your head again. “Not even a teeny weeny bit.”
Ludwig sighed. “Well, you should maybe think about being tired, because it’s time for bed.”
“What?!” You cried out. “But, I want to stay up with Uncle Gilbert
My name is Tia. I'm a big green snake with bright yellow eyes and a scaly, yellow belly. I live with my best friend Miles and his parents. Miles is a little, 10-year-old kid, and the sweetest you've ever met. He's a little shorter than most kids his age, and he's got blue eyes and ruffled, brown hair.
He was kicking back on his bed in his socks, reading a comic book when I slithered on up to h