World-Wide-HETALIANS

Okay 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

"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 Gil

     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 c

     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

"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!" "Awwwwwwww!" 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 t

     “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

"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. Mat

~Reader's POV~ 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

     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.     “[Name]!”     Your head shot up as

A/N: 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 ca

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

     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 c

     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 thoug

“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 got

The 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

[Hong Kong x Reader] ~Reader's POV~ 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

     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 o

     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 y

     …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

"(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." "Okay." 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 an

-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, I...” “Sealand, who’s on the phone?” Latvia heard a female voice ask. “Oh, it’s Latvia!” Sealan

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. H

Macau 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. "M'kay." Macau carried you back