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Welcome to our Hetalia group!
1. No flaming
2. Submit to right folders
3. Don't be mean to anyone
If you follow all these guidelines, we'll be more than happy to have you in our group!
AmericaXPregnant! Reader- Baby namesOkay guys, my first CountryXReader, no hate. Also I think I got a little off topic, but no matter! I hope you guys like it!
"How about Alfred Jr.!~" Your boyfriend practicly scremed. You moved a strand of (h/c) hair out of your face and turned to your obnoxius, childish boyfriend.
"Babe," You tried to sound clam, but it wasn't really working out. "You said that name three times already! And, once again no!" You and your boyfriend, Alfred, were picking out baby names. You were already 6 months along, and two weeks ago you two found that you were having a boy. So you did what any normal couple would do; Go crazy to find that perfect baby name.
"Whhhhy nooot!?" Al whined. You had to basically raise your childish boyfriend for two years, so you were way ready for a baby. You sighed and set down your cute little Hello Kitty note pad filled with baby names.
"This is hopeless! Were never going to find the
Prussia X Ex!Reader: Still Into You"Can't count the years one hand
That we've been together
I need the other one to hold you.
Make you feel, make you feel better.
It's not a walk in the park
To love each other.
But when our fingers interlock,
Can't deny, can't deny you're worth it
Cause after all this time.
I'm still into you"
It's been almost a whole year since you and Gilbert have broken up. When you look at him, you still get butterflies and you heart flutters, like it did a long time ago. But knew you shouldn't feel that way, your relationship is over, and that you're with Ivan now, and you love him. But you also knew that you would never love Ivan as much as you loved Gilbert. You still remembered how to two first met.
Today was just another day at the pet shop you worked at, your animal friend who was a little yellow chick, which was weird for a pet, but he was still adorable. But no one adopted him.
"I don't know how it is possible that you're not adopted yet. I guess peopl
A Smile [China x Vietnam] Drabble!
The September weather was an interesting one to witness firsthand, especially standing out over the lake like this. Many people seem to regard this month as autumn already, but the scenery tells a new and different story. Forest green leaves still dot the trees yet some show the beginning of scarlet tips. A single leaf decides to make its escape, falling and twirling like a performing ballerina before finished final by landing without a sound on the clear surface of the lake, as reflecting as always.
My reflection stares back at me, those honey-golden eyes never blinking…before flitting back across the lake. As much as I seem to take a liking immediately to this newfound sanctuary- the calm and quiet exterior of the setting contrasts greatly against the shouting and arguments forever raging in my head. That’s something I’ll deal with later…for now, I need a break.
Fingers running through my chocolate brown hair, a few
Happy [Austria x Hungary] Drabble!
For as long as I could remember I had known Mr. Austria…as friends, as a former married couple, and as a servant of his. It seems that one could argue that I had grown attached to him during this period of events but it was something I could neither deny nor admit. I couldn’t even tell what our relationship was nowadays, but I enjoyed being in his presence nonetheless.
When we were still children, I remember thinking I was a boy- which still brings quite a couple of laughs when I think back on it. I had fought him a lot and beaten him up quite a couple of times…causing myself to feel slightly guilty but it was something I did and I acknowledge it all the same.
Time passes, and I came to see him as a friend. Perhaps he did too, since I still remember the days when we skipped rocks across the lake, took occasional walks together, or when I sat next to him as he played a new piece on the piano or violin
France x Canada x America- Happy Birthday
A small sigh managed to escape the lips of Francis Bonnefoy, his sapphire eyes gazing at the reflection that shone into his clear wine glass, the red substance having been drained from it not moments earlier. Today had been July fourteenth, the official birthday of the Frenchman, and he couldn't seem to find one reason to celebrate it. That morning hadn't been exceptionally well for him, his nose stuffed and throat pained to the point he could barely open his mouth and talk. He had indeed been sick, the first time he could remember in awhile, and didn't have a single soul to take care of him. Alfred had gone to visit Matthew in his native land, so the two of them had been out of the question. Francis doubted that Arthur would come over to fix what had ailed him, let alone stick a thermometer under his tongue, so he knew that he could cross him off. Just before he could think of other possible options, the man felt his nose twitch in the slightest, an itch forming from the inside. He qu
Strength [2P!Teacher!America x Student!Reader]
You were something special.
He watches you with ruby-red eyes, but knows to not be staring at you for too long in case it arouses unwanted suspicion. Allan pretends to keep a firm eye on the students, even making the occasional gruff remark to keep up his façade of actually caring about all his students equally.
The smooth, clear-cut strikes of your limbs were so precise, hitting the target in the most accurate and painful places possible. You were like water, moving as if it were only second-nature to you- yet you were also a form of fire, with flames burning passionately in your [EyeColor] orbs. Something about you caught his eye, but he shook the feeling away. If there was one thing he despised it was being dependent on someone else, especially if it were a female student of his!
“Movements too slow and too weak. Your follow-throughs must be fast,” he demonstrates this by round-housing the dummy straight in t
Dad!America x Child!Reader- Playing Princess
"______, could you please take the princess outfit off for daddy? The royal dress seems to have spaghetti and peanut butter stains all over it, and is in dire need for a wash.." Alfred attempted to coax the little six year old into taking her light pink and purple dress off and put on some regular clothes, or at least until he had enough time to put it into the washing machine and get it clean. She had been wearing the outfit for who knows how long, and was about as stubborn as a mule about taking it off. The child believed she had been a princess from a far away land, and she couldn't rule the kingdom without the proper attire. When he had tried to get her to wear one of the frilled sundresses that he had bought her not a week earlier, she still didn't budge, though they hadn't looked that different in comparison.
"But the kingdom needs a princess! And I can't be a princess without my dress!" _______ stomped her foot down, her deep pools of (e/c) showing not
Jock!America X Nerd!Reader: Love Games 8 FINALWARNING: CURSING! JUST LETTING YOU KNOW!
"Bitch, 'Alfie-Poo' doesn't like your ass 'kay? Take your weave and get the fuck out! BITCH SWERVE! " The whole hallway stopped and looked at you. Little "oh's" and "Bitch got served." were heard. Alice just stood there, eye twitching VIOLENTLY.
"Maybe, when you go to the doctor to check if you're still sane, you should check your eye too!" Then you walked off. Leaving to prepare for prom at Karson's house.
~~~At Karson's House!~~~
You walked up to the door and was about to knock but the door swung open, revealing a teary-eyed Karson, who was...LAUGHING?!
"(N-Name), did you really curse Alice out?" Then she fell to the floor laughing her ass off.
"Yeah, I guess."
Once her laughter subsided, she said,
"Anyway, time to get ready for prom!" And pulled you inside.
When the three of you finished doing your make-up, hair, and getting dressed you all looked beautiful. (A LOT of Links! D= Dress S=Shoes Reader: D: http://www.poly
Newsie!America x Reader1899
This ain't your average New York, ya see? Something big is gonna happen and I can feel it. I could already hear the boys startin' out in the streets.
'Crap. I'm late!' I thought as I hurriedly threw my hair back in a ponytail. I tucked it all under my hat and ran for the door. Sure I ain't so broke that I live in the orphanage like some of them but I can't afford to miss a day either! Gotta go earn some cash. Unfortunately, I ain't just earnin' it for myself; I'm also wrakin' in the dough for Pulitzer. That greedy old man. Oh, almost forgot! Name's ____. I been workin' as a paperboy for sometime now. I'm so good ain't no one even figured out imma girl yet. Ya see no ones hirin' girls and I don't wanna live in an orphanage. So, I decided the only way I was gonna be gettin' a job was by disguisin' myself as a guy!
I ran out me door and through the streets.
"Betta hurry it up (fake boys name)! Or else there ain't gonna be no paps left for ya!" One of the guys called as I passed.
Bittersweet [Teacher!Austria x Student!Reader]
Why? Why did something like this have to happen…especially now? You weren’t looking forward to giving the message…not at all.
Your teacher’s house was still the same- tidy, polished, and mysterious; much like the man himself was. The feeling of peaceful serenity always made it a homely haven for you as you sighed softly, wishing yourself to be mature about this situation…and hoping all would go well.
“G-Good afternoon Mr. Edelstein!” you immediately bowed slightly, already feeling the nervousness swirling around the pit of your stomach.
He looks over at you and gives a small “Good afternoon” back. You swallow, and set your piano notes without another word onto the upright stand in front of you.
The duet started soon after you took your seat and you were to lead. Focus…you told yourself, trying not to think about the issue at hand. But whenever your mind
Child!Austria x Neko!Reader- You and Me Together
The two words you had heard so often traveled upstairs from what had sounded to be the front entrance, the wooden door slamming shut as if on queue. This had awoken you from your current afternoon slumber, causing your rather heavy, torpid (e/c) orbs to open the slightest bit. You instantly recognized who the young sounding voice belonged to, which made you stir on the warm, newly washed comforter you had decided to rest upon not hours before. The shout had belonged to no other than Roderich Edelstein, the eight year old child who had just gotten back from his daily scheduled routine of school. He had left at about nine that morning, leaving you no one to play or cuddle up next to for a little more than six hours.
This, however, hadn't been anything new to you, so you didn't quite mind it. You knew that he would return at exactly three o'clock each afternoon, leaving you the rest of the day to play with your owner.
"Welcome home, Roderich!"
You set your disheveled, matted f
Papa!Austria x Child!Reader - Austrian LullabiesIt was ten o’clock in the Eldenstein household; the curtains were already drawn shut, the doors and windows were locked for safety, and all the lights were out so that the residents of the house would be able to get to sleep.
…Well, almost every light was turned off.
The piano room (or at least that’s what you called it) was currently being occupied by a tall Austrian man who was still dressed in his day clothes: a long, dark blue tailcoat with a white button-up shirt underneath and a pair of brown trousers, and his daughter, who was attempting to play Claude Debussy’s Clair de Lune. The soft notes wafted through the night air, making everything seem a bit less hectic than it usually was during the day. The Austrian man, whose name was Roderich and was the head of the household, was sat next to his eight-year-old daughter, watching her play the lovely piece of music. And although her notes came out as smoothly as ever, it was plainly obvious that she was dead t
It was around nine o'clock on a Saturday. You were busy preparing for the regular crowd that would shuffle into the small bar. You've been working here since you were nineteen, nothing about the place has changed. The owner had died a couple years ago and handed it over to his oldest son, Allistor.
You have grown close to the Scotsman and the two of you became good friends. Said man was currently leaning against one of the walls of the tavern, puffing away on a smoke. You glanced towards the small old piano that was in the corner of the bar, the chair empty. You eagerly awaited for the man that was widely known as the Piano Man to come and play a tune.
"Oi! Lass ye alright?" Allistor asked as he took a sip of his drink.
"Just fine," you sighed as you continued to wipe down the counters.
"Did ye get excepted into that school?" he questioned hopefully.
"No," you sadly stated as you looked down at the floor. "I am going to be stuck here for awhile."
"Don't say that lass," Allistor
Mama!Belgium x Child!Reader - Dutch Lullabies"Hoofd, schouders, knie en teen, knie en teen
Hoofd, schouders, knie en teen, knie en teen
Oren, ogen, puntje van je neus
Hoofd, schouders, knie en teen, knie en teen!" 1
Your mother, Belgium, sang while tapping the top of your head, your shoulders, knees, and toes to when she said those words in the song.
You giggled happily and hugged her knees.
She smiled down at you. Then again, when isn't she smiling? "Come on, it's late! You need to go to sleep!"
Belgium laughed. "You need to get some sleep, (f/n)!" she said, lifting you up and carrying you to your room on the first floor.
She put you down and tucked you in under the warm quilt covering your bed.
"Mmmmmaaaaaaaammmmmmmmaaaaaaa!" you whined loudly.
Belgium chuckled. "Okay, are you ready for your lullaby?"
You paused, and then nodded vigorously. Your mother sang to you every night, and so you had come to rely on it to put you to sleep. After all, her singing was something you would never miss when g
Forgive Me [Male!Belarus x Reader]
“Oi. Wake up sleepy head.”
Rubbing his eyes as his vision cleared, Nikolai came face-to-face with a [EyeColor] eyed girl. Looking around, he remembered he was on the school roof hiding under the shadowed area of the rafters. It was a warm summer day today, and he had to take off his uniform jacket if he didn’t want to bake in the sun. Brushing a bead of sweat from his hairline, he grumbled, “What are you doing here? Aren’t you going to eat lunch with that stupid American and his friends?”
Turning to his side, he tried his best to fall asleep again. [Name] however, wouldn’t allow this to happen. “What? Are you jealous? Or maybe it’s the heat…that always gets you bothered,” she grinned, sitting in front of him with her legs crossed.
Shooting her a dark look like an irritated cat, he ran his fingers through his hair.
“What if I told you that I was t
War Letters: M!Belarus4-23-1955
We've been dating for 3 years now, and I want to tell you now that I have every intention of marrying you when I get back, but I don't know if I'll come back. I'm sorry I got you caught up in this, but the Americans are paying me to do more espionage in Moscow.
The Americans told me that they will be paying for you to leave Belarus and move to England. They said it was potentially dangerous for you to stay. Once i'm done with my mission, I'll join you there. Ya lyublyu tebya.
We regret to inform you that Nikolai Alfroskaya has been captured by the Soviet Government during his last mission.
Things That Go Bump in the NightMale!BelarusxReader
"… And they say that he still wanders the halls of the abandoned school at night…. calling out for someone to love. 'Love me…. Love me….' And then… If he catches you…"
"What?!" you screamed, hands clenched tightly around the fuzzy red blanket. "What happens then?!"
"Well… I don't know if I should tell you." Nikolai said, smirking slightly, "Might scare you…"
"TELL ME!" you cried, "Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me!"
"Alright, alright! Okay… So, if he catches you… if he catches you he…"
"HE DOES WHAT?!"
"He rips your still beating heart out of your chest… AND HE EATS IT!" Nikolai finished in a frightening tone, purple eyes glinting evilly in the low lamplight.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" You shrieked, hands scrambling at your blanket, holding it close to you for comfort.
"Well, goodnight, дорогая." Nikolai kissed your forehead lightly, sailing quietly into your bedroom and conking out immediately on the big, squishy mattr
Mama!Belarus x Child!Reader - Belarusian LullabiesYou leapt and let out a small yelp as another round of thunder began. Your mother, Belarus, sat on the edge of your bed, whispering that it was only a storm, that there was nothing to be afraid of. But you couldn't help to be terrified of the howling wind, rolling thunder, and the occasional bolt of lightning that lit up the dark room.
"Mama…" you sobbed.
"Shhhh… дзіця1, it's only a storm… everything will be fi-"
Belarus was cut off by a loud roar of thunder. The wind blew harder, and something smacked against the window, causing you both to jump. You let out a strangled sob of terror and clutched tightly to the navy blue dress that she wore. She sighed and picked you up.
"Come on, ўмілаваная2, we'll go to my room for the night."
You nodded and sniffled. "O-Okay, Mama…"
Belarus stood up with you on her hip, your head resting on her shoulder. She silently walked to the door, opening it quietly and
Jump Then Fall
"Hey Matthew," you smiled towards your web cam as the call went through. The familiar face of your blonde Canadian friend soon appeared.
"Hello," he responded with a small smile.
"So what's up? I just got your message," you stated as you adjusted your laptop screen.
"I was wondering if you'd go to the Canada Day Festival with me?" he asked quietly.
"Isn't that the same day as your birthday?" you questioned, to which he nodded.
"Of course I will. You're my best friend. I'd love to celebrate Canadia day with you," you joked, and made reference to your American friend Alfred. He would always mispronounce Canada, and instead say Canadia. Matthew laughed in response, and you couldn't help but smile.
His laugh is the best sound, you thought.
"I have to go. Francis said he was going to help me with my French homework. So, I'll call you later," he told you. "Bye."
"Bye Mattie," you responded as you closed the lid of your laptop.
You had been chatting away with one of your good friends b
Child!Canada x Child!Reader- Making Wishes
"Mattie, come look at these!"
The small Canadian perked his head up at the nickname he had been called so often, amethyst hues traveling over to the girl crouched down in a rather tall patch of luscious green grass the summer had provided them. His nimble hands wrapped tightly around the slender stems that were connected to the fresh tulips he had picked not minutes before, the sickeningly sweet scent they provided wafting gingerly into the air. Matthew felt the pure white milk from the broken end of the stalk run slowly down his fingers, causing a rather discomforting, sticky feeling to spread across his skin. He simply wiped them across the fabric of the plain red t-shirt he had put on that morning to cool him from the suns warm rays, peering down to the polar bear that had been slumbering soundly under the towering maple trees. The usual humble smile of Matthew tugged at the blonde's lips as ______ turned around to face him, an even wider grin gracing her blithe and cheerful face.
Heart of Gold
Matthew Williams has moved quiet a lot for his age. At an early age his mother and father divorced, leaving a torn Matthew. He'd alternate between the houses every few weeks or so with his brother Alfred. Not too long after his mother and father's divorce. His father, had died in a horrible car accident. Which left him to live with his brother Alfred and his mother Alice.
For a good majority of Matthew's life he had been ignored. People would act like he was completely invisible. Even his own brother would forget he existed. The self proclaimed hero would always steal the attention away from the shy blonde.
His father happened to be the only person that would acknowledge little Matthew. The Frenchman would always joke and claim it was because Matthew looked so much like him. That wasn't true though, Matthew had always been seen in his father's eyes regardless of looks.
His father had even given Matthew his first stuffed toy. It was a medium sized polar bear, it's fluffy fur was white
Good Old Hockey Game
This was it, the night you've been waiting for all week. Today was Saturday, Saturday evening to be exact. That could only mean one thing, Hockey Night in Canada. TSN was showing Canada versus Denmark at the moment. You had the honour of actually being in Stockholm to watch the event. Your best friend Matthew was on the ice at the moment about to start skating head to head with Mathias Kohler, who happened to be the best in Denmark.
"Go Matthew!" you cheered loudly, although he wasn't even on the ice yet.
You sported the traditional Team Canada jersey, with a pair of red jeans. On your cheek you dawned at maple leaf painted like the Canadian flag. In your hands you held a tiny stuffed polar bear that as well dawned a Team Canada jersey. You had brought it along for good luck, and were planning on giving it to Matthew after the game.
"Hello out there, it's Hockey Night tonight." an English announcer spoke. The crowd cheered in response waiting for the game to start. "Now please stand fo
A Grain of Rice [Master!China x Maid!Reader]
You took your feather duster into one of the rooms to clean. The room looked a bit old, and you thought it might please your master if you cleaned it up for him.
You started by gathering the books and organizing them on the shelves. They contained mostly Chinese writing, and you weren't one to pry. That is, until a certain book caught your eye. It had a brown leather binding, and wasn't labeled. It struck your curiosity, and you decided to take a quick peek.
You were shocked. There were pictures of Master Wang's childhood!
You smiled softly at the chibi China holding a panda. He really was adorable...
You quickly broke out of your dream-like state and continued to clean. You slipped the book back in place before quickly dusting the outside.
After a few sweeps here and there, it looked presentable. You smiled at your handiwork.
"Oh! It's almost lunch time!" you realized as you hurried to place the duster in a safe place before hurrying to the kitchen.
While washing your h
1. ChinaxReader: Winter Wonderland
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,
In the lane, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight,
We're happy tonight.
Walking in a winter wonderland.
- Winter Wonderland
You sighed drew little faces in the icy cold frost on the window. "Yao, I'm bored!"
"Be quiet, aru, I'm working," your friend snapped back as he went back to work.
'Evidently being a country makes you a stick in the mud' you thought grunting. Looking through your fingerprints on the glass you saw all that snow, just waiting to be played in. "Yao, I'm going to go outside now. With or without you."
"Yes…" he said not paying attention.
You scowled, but got your scarf and mittens. "And I'm going to visit Russia."
"That's very nice __________..."
"And we're going to become one," you said opening the door.
"Yes, ok, aru" he said. Letting out a little squeak of anger you slammed the door behind you.
Meanwhile you got to work on your snowman. First the bottom, then the middle, and finally the head. Sticking button
Papa!China x Child!Reader - Chinese Lullabies"Kaoru! Put (f/n) to bed, aru!" your father, China yells.
"Noooooooooo! Don't leave me alone," you beg.
Just then, Japan walked into the room. "Kaoru went to go see Iceland. He left a few hours ago."
China sighed and lifted you up. "Okay, aru, I will, then."
Japan nodded and went back to work.
China carried you up to your room. He placed you onto your bed and lifted the covers so that you could crawl under. After you did, he tucked you in. He turned to leave, but your arm shot out and grabbed his sleeve.
He looked over at you. "What is it, (f/n)?"
You looked at him, fear in your eyes. "I don't like the dark."
China gazed softly at you and sat on the edge of your bed. "Do you want me to stay here, aru?"
You nodded. "Can you sing?"
He was surprised. You would usually have Hong Kong or Japan sing to you if you needed it. You hardly ever asked him to sing.
"Yeah, okay, aru."
China cleared his throat.
Holding Hands [Denmark x Tsundere!Reader]
Why had you even agreed to this in the first place?
The question hung above you like a dark cloud as you leaned against a lamp post, dreading what was about to come. Besides- the idiot was already 5 minutes late. Not that you were keeping track or anything like that.
Sighing heavily, you looked around at the people around you. It was a happy atmosphere induced place; filled with laughing children, passing workers, and…lovey-dovey couples. The last one made you bite the inside of your cheek a little and pray that you weren’t going to get yourself into a mess.
Your head shot up as the sound of your name reached your ears. It surprised you and caught you a bit off guard to say the least. Your mind was still dwelling on the situation you had yourself in.
And there he was- the source of your uncertainty and feeling of impending doom. He was none other than the personificati
Inspiration [Denmark x Artist!Reader]
Inspiration. Needless to say it was something you desperately needed. Sitting in front of a blank sketchbook twirling a pencil in your hand, you looked around at your surroundings hoping it might give you an idea.
Unfortunately, it didn't. Your mind was just as empty as ever as it was still aching for some sort of prompt to illustrate.
Maybe someone could help you...? But who could provide the artistic inspiration you needed?
The door to your room slams open, and you turn to face the intruder with an unamused expression. Upon seeing just who had came to disrupt your art time, you sighed and uttered two words-
The fellow was certainly in high spirits, grinning widely and trying to peer over your shoulder to see just what exactly you were working on.
"Whatcha' doing?" he asked, while you tapped your pencil on your desk.
"Oh nothing re
Inspiration [Denmark x Writer!Reader]
Inspiration. Needless to say it was something you desperately needed. Sitting in front of your laptop while you drummed your fingers lightly, you looked around at your surroundings hoping it might give you an idea.
Unfortunately, it didn't. Your mind was just as empty as ever as it was still aching for some sort of prompt to take note of and write down.
Maybe someone could help you...? But who could provide the writing inspiration you needed?
The door to your room slams open, and you turn to face the intruder with an unamused expression. Upon seeing just who had came to disrupt your writing time, you sighed and uttered two words-
The fellow was certainly in high spirits, grinning widely and trying to peer over your shoulder to see just what exactly you were working on.
"Whatcha doing?" he asked, while you tapped your finger against your cheek, st
You anxiously drummed your fingers against the top of your wooden desk. Your gaze directed to the clock every few seconds. The piece of mechanics slowly ticked away, the black and red hands moving slowly. You gaze returned to the teacher in front of the class who looked just as bored as anyone in the class. She taped the chalk against the black board and pondered on what to write.
School had left many people's minds already, summer was just on the horizon. In less than twenty minutes, everyone would be free. Two months of pure bliss, relaxation, and just fun. You gaze found it's way back to clock, which was still ticking away slowly. Your eyes dropped from the clock to a familiar person who sat beside you.
His eyes were half lidded with boredom, which hid his usual cyan blue eyes. His spiked hair gleamed under the classroom's light, due to the gel that coated his blonde hair. His boisterous laughed filled the classroom, followed by a large goofy smile.
"Hey, ____." a voice called out t
Bunny!England x Reader- Easter from the Heart
This is the second part of the Easter story I made from 2013- if you wish to read the first part before getting to this, part one can be found in the description. Thank you, and Happy Easter!
"Happy Easter, _________!"
Indeed, today had been April nineteenth, the day where children all around the world would hop out of bed to go in search of the baskets the well known rabbit had hid for them the night before- their little hands dunking hardboiled eggs that had been prepared that morning into cups of colored water, instantly drawing little faces on them afterwards to give the appearance that they had been alive. Today was the candy filled, egg hunting day known as Easter, a national holiday that had been a tad more refreshing than that of Valentines, where everyone showed their love for others by buying stuffed animals and chocolates that would be neglected and eaten, or St. Pactricks day, everything you can possibly think of being decked out in shades of green,
Notebooks + Coffee [Teacher!Estonia x Shy!Reader]
If someone went up to you and asked you your feelings for the subject taught in class 2-A, you predicted that you answer would be somewhere around… ‘I have no idea,’ or something around that. Then again, someone would have to walk up and even bother to ask you a question and you would have to somehow become social and speak your mind.
Walking into the classroom, you sat as silently as you could over at your assigned seat as started up your computer. Taking out all the supplies needed for computer programming class, a worn out old notebook crammed with loose pages and a [FaveColor] mechanical pencil found their way onto your working space. While waiting for the century-old computer to take its lovely time to arrive at your home page, you decided to open the notebook you had your eye on for a while and doodle aimlessly.
This task seemed to someh
Catch Me if I Fall
A soft mew came from beside you. Looking down to your right you noticed the small kitten. It large honey hued eyes looked lovingly at you. Smiling you picked the small creature up and placing her in your lap gently.
"Did you have fun chasing the butterfly Athena?" you asked the small kitten, her response a soft mew.
You had be given the small kitten only a few weeks ago as a birthday present from your friend Heracles. Both of you shared a love for cats, and you had always had your eye on the little rascal. You stroked the top of Athena's head earning purrs from the feline. Athena jumped out of your lap and began to pad around the grass you sat on.
Athena pounced amongst the tall lush grass, earning a laugh from you. In the distance you hear a small bark. Athena's attention perked at the noise as well. You turned towards the noise and noticed a fluff ball of white come straight for you. Athena hissed in shock as the fluffy animal came running right towards her. The small dog tackled Ath
Happy Birthday? [France x Tsundere!Reader]
The day was usual like any other. You went about your daily duties as a waitress at your local café, taking orders and trying to just get done with your job. Truth be told, having to wear a smile to work every day and acting like you wanted to be here wasn’t something that fit your personality very well. The main reason was really because of your friend that had begged you to work alongside her, and you did feel a bit guilty if you rejected her plea.
After retrieving one of your customer’s order, you set it down in front of them with a dull tone. Turning to see your friend with a look of absolute excitement you could only wish it was something worth your time. “What now [FriendName]?” you asked, giving her a questioning look.
She giggles and points somewhere off to the right, “Over there!”
You look over to where she was pointing and rolled your eyes in exasperation. “Another guy huh
Because of a Sunset [2P!Germany x Reader]
You couldn’t stand the way the people were treating the community park. It used to be so common for one to see a brightly colored hummingbird dancing across the flowers or a squirrel dodging out of a tree to give a curious look at the passerby.
Now the public area was filled with a gloomy atmosphere which probably had something to do with the trash littering the grass and the withering flowers framed with dominating weeds. This park existed ever since you could remember. When anything extremely celebration-worthy happened, this park was the first place you and your friends went to. Likewise, when you needed to clear your thoughts and have some time alone this park also presented its services. Over the years, this place became like a second home to you, a sanctuary even.
That’s it, you thought one Friday evening, after spending your entire time doing absolutely nothing and doodling out of pure boredom. If nobody was going to do anyth
Greece x Reader - Of Stalking Cats and Kittens“Hercules, I think your cat is stalking me.”
“Which one?” said man drawled out, opening his eyes sleepily.
You peered at the cat that was currently glaring at you, half his face hidden by the wall separating the living room from your kitchen. “The orange one with a white spot over his left eye.”
“You mean Jason?”
“If that’s what you named him, then yes.”
“Don’t worry about it. That’s just his personality.”
“Yeah? Well, I find it very creepy. He’s just sitting there, giving me the evil eye.”
Hercules sat up, the first movement gotten out of him since this morning. No, scratch that, you thought, remembering the events. Hercules had gotten up and walked about for five minutes, and he had only gotten up to dish out some canned cat food for the cats that had flocked to the back door, many of them leaving miniscule scratches in the wood.
“That’s definitely Jason,” he
Hungary x Reader - Midnight StrollThe car slowly rolled to a stop, and you looked up, eyeing Elizaveta carefully. She was smiling while looking out at the scene before you. The lake shimmered beautifully in the moonlight, the stars reflected wonderfully in the dark water. The trees swayed slightly, the wind light enough to keep you cool on the warm summer night. Elizaveta smiled over at you. "Ready to go?"
You bit your lip. "Why the park, of all places? And why at midnight?"
"Well, we met at this park, and I like nights around here. Now come on," she said, pushing open her own door and hopping out.
You sighed but obliged, opening the door and stepping out. Immediately, you took your hoodie off and tossed it back into the car, since the weather was pleasant enough for your simple short sleeved shirt. You walked over to Elizaveta and immediately entwined your fingers with hers, enjoying that, for once, no one would ridicule you for dating another woman. That only happened during the day, when you were out in public; but
A Picture Worth Three Words [Hong Kong x Reader]
[Hong Kong x Reader]
Grasping one of your favorite pencils, you drew the image as it looked in your mind's eye.
Dark brown hair...creamy chocolate eyes...
"What are you drawing [Name]?"
Jumping from surprise, you looked up to see your friend Hong Kong.
"Eep!" you quickly covered your drawing with your arms. "H-Hey L-Leon...what's up?"
He blinked, obviously confused. "What were you drawing [Name]?•
"A-Ah...that I see...uh well...it's nothing of importance really...just some...random scribbles," you lied nervously, hoping he couldn't tell that you weren't being entirely truthful.
The way his eyebrow raised slightly and the skeptical look on his face knew that he had seen you through. Luckily, he let it drop.
"Well I was just about to go out and take some pictures for my photography class...I'd be happy if you came!" you smiled, slipping the sketchbook away.
"Photos?" he echoed.
"Photos. It'll be fun! It's a sunny day today anyway right?" you brought your camera along
This competition meant so much to you, it becoming something your mind was constantly dwelling upon. The bubbling excitement of the crowd was so contagious it put you and your dragon on edge, your palms feeling clammy as you gripped the leather gloves you had on even tighter.
The commentator standing on the raised pedestal seemed to be announcing something of great importance which immediately caused cheers and roars among the spectators. Yet all that sound became just a dull throb of background noise that you automatically tuned out involuntarily.
When the command is given for all riders to mount their dragons, you clamber onto [DragonName] and gain a newfound burst of reassurance just from feeling the cool scales underneath the skin of your fingertips. Pressing your lips firmly together, you let out a long sigh before reminding yourself that everything would be alright as long as you kept all the techniques and advice previous riders had give
My Protector [Italy x Bullied!Reader]
Their constant insults and jeering laughter meld into one continuous sound that makes you want to cover your ears and just yell at them the shut up…but you already knew in some desolate corner of your mind that it would only make the bullying worse.
Then came the kicking and shoving. Body braced with the only thought of them oncoming pain you were about to experience- It still didn’t lessen the abuse. A stinging kick to your shin that would certainly bruise later…a forceful shove into the wall…a cut made just a little under your eye.
“Aww…would you take a look at the little freak. Are you hurt?” a girl cackled, while the others immediately followed suit.
Swallowing thickly you spat, “Do me a favor and get the hell away from me.”
Another kick in the stomach that makes you crumple to the ground in agony. “Why don’t you do me a favor and just die? The
Manga+First Love [Otaku!Japan x Shy!Otaku!Reader]
…it can’t be over.
Wait. There’s still another volume? And it’s the last one of the series?
Steeling up your resolve, you tugged on your favorite pair of sneakers and bolted out the door with a quick explanation of where you were going to your mother. Footsteps slamming against the concrete sidewalk, you almost tripped over an uneven area in the sidewalk causing a walking couple to ask if you were alright. Blushing gradually, you nodded quickly and speed-walked towards the end of the street where you and the worried couple separated onto different paths.
If anything, you hated dragging attention to yourself.
Slowing down as much as you could in your frenzied state, you thought about the manga on your mind. It was interesting to say the least, and you needed to find out what will happen. Of course, that required actually having the final volume within your possession…which you didn’
Sister!LiechtensteinXChild!Reader - German Lullaby"(F/n)?"
You jumped a little when you heard the soft, feminine voice that could only belong to your big sister, Liechtenstein. You turned around and saw her petite figure in the doorway. She was obviously tired.
"What are you still doing up?" she asked.
"I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to come down here to watch some TV."
She sighed. "Watching TV isn't going to make you sleepy. It's only going to make you less tired."
Your eyes widened. "Really?"
"Yes, really. Now let's get you back to bed."
She walked over to you and offered her hand. You took hold of it and walked with her back upstairs to your room. You sat down on the bed and took off your little pink slippers that your big sister had made for you. You pulled back the thick comforter and slid under. Liechtenstein watched to make sure that you were in bed, then turned around and walked toward the door.
Liechtenstein opened the door, but before she left, she looked back at you. You were staring at her, wide-eyed. She sighed and
25 Days of Christmas - Day 24
-The Day of-
“Can you believe it?!” Sealand cheered over the phone. He was talking to Latvia, his best friend. “We were actually invited to a Christmas party! This must mean they’re finally going to make me a country!” Latvia would barely get a word in as Sealand kept going on and on about Christmas miracles and how he couldn’t wait to become a country.
“Do you think Santa will be there? I heard he’s Finland, but I want to know for sure.”
“Sealand, who’s on the phone?” Latvia heard a female voice ask.
“Oh, it’s Latvia!” Sealand replied to the voice. “Latvia, I want you to say ‘hi’, (Name)! Say hi, (Name)!”
“H-hello, Miss (Name).”
Yes, Sealand was your friend, too. You tried to talk him into becoming a micro-nation like you were, but he had his heart set on becoming a full-fledged country. He talked about Latv
You were sitting in the bedroom you shared with the three Baltic states. All four of you had been taken over by the large nation of Russia. You've been in Mr. Russia's house the longest, you've endured your fair share of pain and torture.
At this moment Mr. Russia was out for the day, he had a meeting with the Allies to discuss battle options and would be back tomorrow. This left you, Toris, Eduard and Ravis alone in the large mansion for the day. Of course you enjoy the Baltic's company, Ravis was like a little brother to you. Eduard was like the older brother you'd look up to in times of despair.
Then there was Toris, he was different. He didn't feel like a sibling to you, nor a friend. It was a strange relationship the two of you shared. You'd always get butterflies that flapped wildly in your stomach when he cast a small smile at you. You'd blush violently when he sat close to you. You loved him, but love was now foreign to you.
You were broken, unfixable to say the least. After a
Papa!Macau x Child!Reader - Macanese LullabiesMacau was on the phone the first time you poked your head in through the open doorway. The second time you looked in, he was hanging up the phone. The third, he was kneeling right in front of you. You let out a small squeak of surprise, stumbling backwards, only to be picked up by your father. "Why aren't you in bed?"
"I couldn't sleep," you said, feeling slightly embarrassed. Macau laughed.
"What's bothering you?"
"I just missed you, I suppose."
Macau couldn't help but smile at your cuteness. You hid your face in the sleeve of his shirt. "Well, I guess that you should go back to sleep," he said, yawning.
Macau carried you back down the hall to your bedroom, tucking you in. "Papa?"
"Will you sing to me? Ya know, like you used to when I was younger?"
Macau scratched his head at your strange request but nodded anyway. "Uh… sure?"
You smiled and pulled the blankets over yourself so that the almost reached your chin.
Macau sighed and took a deep breath.
Hetalia x shy!Reader mansion vacation NETHERLANDSSign
'Holland' you thought to your self his sister Belgium was your best friend.
You go down stairs to see Belgium.
"He is in the basement!"
You ran down to the basement.
"Hi Netherlands" you see a smile a his face for once.
"Hi, did you get my note?"
"Yes and yes."
Then you kissed him
Belgium,Romano, and Spain were watching and very surprised.
Pranks and Truths [Norway x Reader]
Oh, the joys of spring.
Spring, also known as allergy season, was not exactly something you looked forward to with a burning passion. In fact, sometimes you even found this time of year a bit on the boring side.
But of course there was always that one little holiday that brought you so much joy every year. It fell just a few days after the start of spring, and you were quite the famous one whenever the day came around for you to be the troublemaker that you were and have an excuse.
Mhm, April Fool’s Day was your thing.
Grinning mischievously, you held your little bucket of water trying to be the stealthiest ninja the world had ever seen. Watching the water inside slosh in tune with the trembling excitement of your hands, you tried your best not to laugh at what you were planning.
Hearing the obnoxiously loud laughter of a certain Dane, you almost chuckled at just how easy this was. You would get h
The Art of Cross-Dressing [PolandxReader]
You shuffled around to the porch of Poland's house. Giving the doorbell one murderous look, you gave it a sharp jab.
God...why did you even lend the idiot money...
The door opens a few milliseconds to reveal him. That creepy guy with the valley-girl style of talking.
"OMG. Like, hay [Name]!"
Poland. Or in other words, Feliks Lukasiewicz.
"Whatever Feliks. Look, I'm here for the money you owe me," you sighed, rolling your eyes.
"Oh that? I like, totally have it right now! Why don't you like, come on in and have a seat?"
"I'm not here to-" you're cut off as soon as he leaves the room to supposedly get your money. Without another choice, you decided to maybe just have a quick seat, and leave immediately.
"[Name]! Come over here girl!"
You march over to the room he was in angrily. He better be going you back the money...
Then the door locks.
Freaked out, you shine a murderous look towards Poland who had an absolutely creepy look on his face.
"Let me out now. I swear, if you
The Hands of Time [Prussia x Depressed!Reader]
Everything seemed to come hand in hand with time. People always told you,
"Good things come to those who wait" and how "Time heals all wounds". But
how much did those sayings actually hold even a sliver of truth in them?
Time in itself was a lie.
Sometimes it passed like the wind, quick and restless, carrying all the
joyous emotions with them. Sometimes it passed like a turtle, barely
crawling by while dragging its body along, making every single thought and
movement painful. Time was never constant. The entire theory of "time" was
an illusion, something to trick both the mind and the heart.
Smiling darkly, your fingers pressed firmly into the metal railing
underneath you. Ah, how frail everything was in this world. In fact, humans
were the easiest to crush. If you just leaned forward a little and let go
of this one thing anchoring you to this world...
...it'd be over.
Just like that.
Waiting in the Rain [Romano x Reader]
Was she an idiot?
He watched her through the window, angrily stirring his cup of coffee. It was absolutely pouring out there, will the rain coming down in relentless streaks that the outside world was almost a blur. It didn’t help that the café carried such strong scents of coffees and teas while the shaky outline of a girl shivered. Running an irritated hand through his hair, he criticized himself for even worrying about her. He didn’t know her…and it was the idiota’s own stupid fault for not having an umbrella.
Why didn’t she just leave? Why was she still standing there?
Lovino pushed the coffee aside. He wasn’t even sure why he ordered coffee anyways, it was bitter and he didn’t like the taste of it. Just the way he didn’t like the way that ragazza was freezing outside in the rain. Sighing, he donned his wet coat and brought his umbrella with him. The coffee sat on the table,
You're the True Masterpiece
Right now you were standing at your bus stop. The cold morning air nipped at your nose, making it feel more like winter than spring. Although the sun was shinning, a light frost still covered the green grass. You clutched your black sketchbook closer to your side as you impatiently waited for the bus. Around you other kids chatted away with their friends.
"Hey bro!" a voice called out.
Turning your attention to the new voice you noticed your American friend walking towards you. His blonde hair blew slightly in the wind. He zipped his bomber jacket up more as another gust of wind hit him.
"Hey Alfred," you greeted with a smile.
"Why does it have to be so cold! Why can't we live in Florida!" Alfred whined as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
"I quite like the cold, snow is pretty as well." you smiled. "It's like tiny dancers."
"I still wish we lived in Florida." he huffed.
You noticed the bus coming from down the street. "Well at least the bus will be warm." you laughed as
Playing Hard To Get [Scotland x Tsundere!Reader]
You were different.
It was something he noticed a long time ago, that sparked his immediate interest and caused his mind to recently always wander…to you. He wondered why that was so. Was it because you didn’t follow the usual patterns of the girls in this school and fawn over him every day, hour, and minute? Probably.
The object of his thoughts was currently sitting a few desks away, perched near a window. The sun caught her [HairColor] locks and set a glowing sheen over them, as if she acquired a halo. She certainly was similar to an angel- perhaps not in personality since she spat out the foulest of insults sometimes when he chatted her up.
To the unknowing passerby, you seemed like a quiet girl. With [EyeColor] orbs that shined like jewels when he stared into them and [HairLength] [HairColor] hair that cascaded like a waterfall down your back. But after a few attempts on asking this specific girl out on a date, the quick and cold “No” caught
World Conferences [Sealand x Reader]
Well maybe this one will run somewhat more smoothly than the previous ones? You should take hold of that happy thought and that hopeful demeanor even though a part of you knew that it was just wishful thinking. Besides, world meetings aren’t always that bad…the strawberry cake last time was actually pretty good…
You bumped into someone and quickly apologized ashamed that you had let your own daydreams get the better of you. However, the person merely ignored you and moved on.
Frowning, you guessed that he was probably busy or something and didn’t have time for idle chitchat. Your mood still dampened nevertheless.
Just when the building the meeting was to be held at was in sight, your attention moved from watching where you were stepping to racing towards the pathway to the golden doors. Need to say this was an unintelligent move on your part and the price you had
South Korea X Reader: I Love You SongficSouth Korea X Reader: I Love You (Songfic IDK)
Im Yong Soo was staring at the love of his life and best friend, (Name). They have been through a lot together. Getting drunk, fighting sometimes but they will always be there for each other. He loved her beautiful (e/c) orbs, her (h/l) (h/c) hair that moved as she walked across the stage. Most importantly, her beautiful personality. But, she would never go out with him. Today was the school talent show she was singing “I Love You” by Avril Lavinge. She took the stage.
I quickly looked around for Yong Soo. Once I found him I started to sing.
“La la, la la la la
I like your smile
I like your vibe
I like your style
But that’s not why I love you
And I, I like the way you’re such a star
But that’s not why I love you, Hey
Do you feel,
Do you feel me,
Do you feel what I feel too
Do you need,
Do you need me,
Do you need me-e-e
You’re so beautiful
But that’s not why I love you
Spain x Clumsy!Reader- Hips Don't Lie
You silently stared up at the sign that had been plastered in rather big, brightly bolded letters above your head labeled 'Carreido Dance Studio', the heavy black and white striped gym bag that you had packed before you left your house slipping off your shoulder the longer you looked upwards. When your friend had told you not a few hours earlier that when you took a left by the only Starbucks in town you would see a bold sign offering cheap dancing lessons, she wasn't kidding. It surprised you as to why you had never seen this building before she had even recommended the class to you, just for the fact it had stood out like a sore thumb the longer you stared at the small brick building located in between a family owned dentistry and a worn down thrift shop that looked like it had been closed for years. You removed your gaze away from the sign, nervous (e/c) hues staring down to the simple flats you had managed to find buried in your messy closet. At that moment, you couldn't help but f
Sister!SeychellesxChild!Reader-Seychellois Lullaby"It's time for bed, sis."
You looked up from your book, which was filled with colorful pictures of tropical fish. You were flipping through a rather large encyclopedia of fish and sea creatures, admiring the beautiful pictures of bright coral reefs and the amazingly unique animals.
"Why now?" you whined, clutching the heavy book close to your chest.
"Because it's after ten o'clock, and you aren't supposed to be up past nine," Seychelles explained, attempting to pry the book out of your fingers. After a few moments, you let go of the book, causing Seychelles to stumble backwards. She smiled cheerfully and giggled. "Come on."
You pouted childishly and glared slightly at her. She looked down at you in a slightly motherly way: stubborn yet compassionate.
Letting out a sigh, you gave up on your silent battle of willpower. Seychelles smiled softly down at you, reminiscing on the days that she was that young. She reached out her hand to you, and you slowly took it, clutching her fingers loose
SwedenxReaderYou watched as your boyfriend, the personification of Sweden stared down at you with an unintentional glare. Most people would back off and have nothing to do with him, but you were different and looked past his coldness.
As you both walked down the cold white blanket of snow, you shivered. Sweden who noticed immediately, silently took off his jacket and put them on your shoulders despite your protests'.
"T-Thank you Berwald..."
He grunted, confirming that he had heard you over the howling cold wind. Suddenly as you continued to walk, the snow got higher and higher until it reached up to your knees. You worried for a moment for when you walked, Berwald's jacket dragged behind you. You stopped at some moments to lift the dragging cloth in your arms.
You hadn't noticed that Berwald would at times turn to check on you. So when you turned to lift it again you were surprised to be lifted off the ground. You squealed in surprise as his arm hooked under your legs and your bottom say on his ar
You're My Princess
"Carry me," you demanded.
"Excuse me?" Vash stated as he turned to face you.
"Carry me," you repeated.
"No thank you," he scoffed as he continued to trek.
"Why not!" you whined. "My feet hurt!"
Vash had though it would've been a wonderful idea to trek through a mountain today. Lucky for you it wasn't one from his native country or Switzerland. Instead it was a small inclined slope. Barely even classified as a mountain. About half way up it, you decided to see how long Vash's patience would last.
"You're acting like a spoiled brat," he insulted as he turned to face you.
"I know you are but what am I?" you childishly stammered.
"Now you're acting like some rich snob's child," he groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Now I refuse to keep walking," you stated simply as you sat straight down onto the grass.
Vash narrowed his green eyes at you. In return you stuck your tongue out at him.
"Let's keep going," he growled through clenched teeth.
He walked over to you and grabbed your ar
Mama!Ukraine x Child!Reader - Ukrainian Lullabies"(F/n)."
"You're up past your bedtime."
"So are you."
Ukraine, your mother, laughed. "I don't have a bedtime anymore!"
"Then why do I have one?" you said, pouting adorably.
"Because you're too young. When you get older, you can stay up later."
"If you go to bed now, I'll sing 'Котику Cіренький'1 for you."
You looked up sharply. That was your favorite lullaby from your childhood. You wanted to stay up late, but you wanted your mother to sing to you, too. You could only have one…
You looked at your mother and held up your arms, silently asking her to pick you up. Ukraine smiled and lifted you, carrying you to your room. She tucked you in and turned off the bedroom light from the switch next to the door.
Ukraine perched herself on the edge of your bed, near the bottom. She looked at you to see if she could start to sing. You nodded.
Bad Touch Trio x Reader- This is Halloween
Jade grasped the metal gun, which at this point had been chilled from the nights piercing sting, between her shaken hands, nothing but hatred burning in her repulsed gaze the longer she stared down at the worn childs toy that stood dead still in the newly dug grave. Chucky's eyes had since hardened, even more so then they usually had been, his face scrunching up into a sneer of some sorts as he looked up to the girl who's emotions at this point could not be easily distinguished. Fear? Hate? He had seen this in most of his prey, so it hadn't been anything he hadn't seen before. But there seemed to be something else there- Something he couldn't quite point out. But it wasn't like he was petrified of the woman, shaking in his soiled doll sneakers that had been stitched back together too many times for him to count. In fact, he was quite amused at the expression she had kept locked on her face the longer her gun stayed pointed at his plastic, overall covered chest.
Axis x child!reader snowball fight You wake up to see snow on the ground. You ran to Italy's room.
"Italy it snowed!" You say as you punch the door. Then you thought 'wait it's Christmas' that is when you shouted "it is Christmas!" Then Japan and Italy came out of thier rooms. As you ran down stairs to see Germany by the Christmas tree.
"Merry Christmas (f/n)" you hear the German man say.
"Come on (f/n) lets go open the presents!" Then you and Italy go open presents.
"Here Italy I made this for you!" You gave Italy a painting of him.
"Thank you (f/n)!" You give Japan and Germany thier presents. Japan got a doll you made to look like him. Germany got a dog stuffed animal. They both say thank you to you.
"Merry Christmas guys!"
After opening all the presents Prussia came over and you all go outside. You start a snowball fight by trowing a snowball at Prussia. Everyone was trowing snowballs everywhere. All a sudden a snowball hit you in the face. "Are you ok?" Japan asked "yea I'm fine!" The snowball fight wen
Pregnant! Reader X 2P! FACE~ Hehe!!Pregnant! Reader X 2P! FACE
Hehe-Didn’t See That Coming!
Slight Cuss! Somewhat. GO 2P!!!!!
A small screech filled the air before going silent, the streets empty of anyone. Except for the few bodies that littered the alley, no one was about. Everyone knew to stay indoors and be still in the nightly hours. Only because of them.
The group traipsed with leisurely peace, a few snide comments shared as they headed home. It had been a rather successful raid and with weapons brandishing a layer of crimson, they had matching smiles on their faces. (Hehe..)
Going through the door with a bang, France instantly went for the wine bottle chilling in ice for him, dropping his sledgehammer without a care. As he popped the cork and took a gulp, you came up beside him, gently leaning against the doorway to the kitchen.
“How did it go?” You asked, smiling at Matt and Al as they pushed each other around in a…bromantical way. Oliver started to berate them on t
Baltics x child!reader merry Christmas!"Estonia!!!" You yell on the of your lungs.
"(F/n) Estonia won't be back for a few minutes," you hear Lithuania shout from the kitchen.
"Hey (f/n), wanna wait with me?" You hear here Latvia ask you.
"Ok let's play tag."
(Time skip 2hours later)
"It's time to eat!" You and Latvia stop when you hear Lithuania.
"Hey Estonia should be here by now right?" Latvia wondered.
"He is stuck in traffic. Sorry (f/n)"
You started to frown. "It's ok"
Afther you eat your food Estonia walks in with snow all over him.
"Are you cold?"you ask.
"No, but come outside with me (f/n)"
You walk outside with the Baltics. You see beautiful lights covering the house and trees.
"Merry Christmas (f/n)" they say at the same time.
"Thank you!" You shout out
Winter Part 1 [NxLR]
"Papa! Pl-Please d-don't hurt me!"
"Don't talk back to me, bitch!"
The small girl cringed at her father's loud voice and scrambled backwards, her efforts bore no fruits as her father grabbed her by the wrist, striking her across the face with a resounding smack. The damaged skin was already bruised, purple and swollen from the multiple times she had been struck in the same area. Small tears were forming in the corners of her clear [e/c] eyes that swam with fear and horror alike.
This was around the sixth time her father had been like this since her mother had left. He would go off to god-knows-where at some ungodly hour of night and come back reeking of vomit and a pungent fluid that _____ could never identify. Whenever he came back, he'd start throwing various objects around whatever room he was in, most of the time, they were either very sharp or very fragile. The poor eight year old that lived in the same dwelling as him would always cower underneath her bed, in a clos
Russia x Reader x Prussia(Requested by tenaciousNixie)
“Sunflower? _____?” A childish voice interrupted your peaceful sleep.
You opened your eyes to find a pair of violet eyes peering at you through the darkness. Wait, how did Russia get into your house? Oh well, it wasn’t the first time that he randomly decided to visit. The two of you had been friends even before you found out that you were a country, after all.
“Hmm…?” You mumbled sleepily, attempted to sit upright, and failed. “Oof~ May I help you?”
“I-I was wondering who you liked.” He broke into your house at *glances at clock* 2 in the morning to ask a question?
Your thoughts immediately wandered to a certain albino, but you decided against revealing the secret. “Nobody in particular…” Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you hoped that Russia wouldn’t notice.
“That was a lie.” He moved closer with a piercing gaze that seemed
Requests Officially [Closed]! (And More)Hey guys! Cross here as always If you're reading this, thank you! I really need some requests ASAP! Major Writer's Block is killing me!
So it's finally break for me. *happy dance* And I decided it's time to take some requests. I have some rules though. So please read over this journal entry thoroughly before requesting something alright? Good? Now let's begin~!
1) All requests will have to be writing requests. Sorry. My art kind of sucks...
2) Each deviant may only make 1 request. Sorry again, but last time I did this I had enough requests to last me a couple of months xD
3) If two people request the same thing, I will only make one insert and dedicate it to both of the deviants. For example:
IHeartArthurKirkland- OMG make me a England x Reader NAOW OR ELSE I WILL MEET YOU TONIGHT.
ArthurKirklandIsMine- NO MAKE ME A England x Reader!!1!!1 <333
Both IHeartArthutKirkland and ArthurKirklandIsMine will get a dedication on my next England x Reader insert. If you want a insert dedicate
Aph: the Floods: 1An emergency world meeting began in Switzerland's house.
"Are all the Micronations here, Sealand?" Switzerland said as he looked over at the Micronations. They all had worried looks on their faces.
"No, we are missing Wy and Ladonia." Sealand tried not to sound worried or panicked, but everyone knew he was. Something everyone calls The Floods, started the other day, islands wre disappearing, land was sinking into the ocean. Everyone was worried.
"Sweden, where's Ladonia and Australia where's Wy?" Switzerland asked very rushed.
"Have not seen him since last night." Sweden answered sorrowful.
"Wy? Haven't seen her since The Floods started." Australia answered with a little more sorrow in he's voice then Sweden.
"England, is all of Europe here, even your brothers?" Switzerland asked a little more rushed.
"Yes, all, but Iceland." England said nervously.
"Norway, where's Iceland," Switzerland asked a little furious.
"He told me he would be at least an hour late," Norway answered while looki