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NordicsxReader: Shaken on the Ice Shakily, you hung onto Denmark. You were balanced on two blades of metal on a frozen lake behind the Nordic home. They promised to teach you how to skate and have had no success up until this point.
Denmark slowly began to release his grip on you. Suddenly, you were on your own, gently gliding on your own. Looking back towards them, you smiled. "H-Hey! Look!"
They all watched with smiles as you shakily glided yourself shakily around the frozen ice. All the Nordic countries smiled and carefully watched as you went around in circles.
Soon enough, you were skating around like a pro, going as far around the lake as you could. Someone cried out your name, fear in their voice. "Don't worry!" You cried back, not hearing the crackling noise beneath your feet. "I'm fine-"
Like that, the ice broke apart, the water movement setting you off balance and causing you to fall backwards in the cold water. Hitting the frozen water, you felt your body completely refuse to an
EnglandxReaderxChild!NA!Brothers It was a quiet Christmas morning, the boys busy playing with their new toys and the guests hours away from arriving. Arthur sat on the couch beside you, snuggling closer to you.
Both of you were sitting in front of the couch by your fireplace, the tree lit up beside you and both of you curled together in sweaters. You held tea in your hands and the house danced with gentle Christmas music.
Arthur gently made you put your tea down and stood up, holding his arm out. You giggled, taking it and letting one hand hold your and the other on your waist. Taking his shoulder, he began guiding you in a gentle dance.
"I can't remember the last time we've danced." He said gently, kissing your cheek. "Obviously it was before the boys came along."
"You say it like they're a bad thing." You breathed, kissing his cheek. "You were so happy when you found out it was twins. You know...after you woke up from your shock-induced coma."
He blushed, trying to hide his face.
AmericaxReader: Don't Forget A smile was planted softly on your face as you walked down the busy streets to Time Square, New York City. This wasn't your final destination but just a stop.
At this time of year, you couldn't help but do this. People were rushing around for last-minute gifts at Toys-R-Us and couples kissing. The stores were all lit and decorated for one of the biggest holidays of the year.
The city that never sleeps was always more alive and kicking this time of year. Bells of the Salvation Army rung high into the air, different carols were being played at each street corner and children squealed in excitement as they looked into the windows of toy stores.
You passed Times Square without a passing glance. In the corner of your eye, you saw the ball that would be dropped in less than a week to ring in the new year. Smiling sadly, you shoved your cold hands into your warm coat pockets and buried your face into your scarf.
Crows dissipated and quickly
ItalyxReader: I'm Sorry "Italy!!!" You screamed at the top of your lungs, watching as he was lashed out against, his face being struck by Russia and his pipe. His nose was bleeding and his right eye was swollen shut.
England pushed your arms against your back, twisting them more and sending a painful scream out of your body. "_-__________..." Italy spoke weakly, looking over towards you with saddened copper eyes. "I-I'm sorry-"
America yanked Italy back up on his knees, letting Russia give him a few more hits before letting him drop to the ground. England released you and you slowly crawled to his side, brushing his face gently, your tears blotching on his pale and beaten face.
Brushing his cheek, you tried to calm yourself down as a sob escaped your lips. Russia began to pull you off with his pipe, but you clung tightly onto Italy. "Move off him da? We still have unfinished business."
"No!" You snapped, holding his head to your chest, hugging him close. "I won't let you h
GermanyxReader: Christmas Eve Morn' The German man looked around, only seeing white surround him. The sky was grey and the ground was covered in a thin layer of snow. As he walked, he could hear the snow crunch beneath his combat boots of black.
Up ahead, he spotted a figure laying on the ground. Seeing some chance to not be alone, he rushed through the snow, the familiar weight of all his military-grade equipment and clothing on top of him.
He began to make out who it was as he came nearer and by the time he was in front of the figure, he was collapsing to his knees. A beautiful young woman, the country of (country name) laying strewn on the ground.
From her mouth which hung agape trickled a fresh stream of blood. Her uniform was torn by bullets and some sort of sharp object that was used to stab at her. Most of her beautiful (h/c) hair was chopped of and beneath her in the reddened snow. What hurt him most was her beautiful (e/c) eyes staring into the distance with no trace of life within, looki
GreecexNeko!Reader: Little Kitty Crawling through the cold with a letter in your mouth, you tried to get to the mailbox to put your letter from Santa in. Although you've had no formal training with writing and you only learned from old newspapers in the trash.
All you ever asked for was food, shelter or a home. And every year, you got nothing. Now it was Christmas Eve and once more you hoped for at least a bit of food in your stomach.
As you ran on, you could hear children squealing at their mother's how adorable the cat was, running with a letter in its mouth. Yes, cat. Actually, you were half-human, half-cat. You've honed the skills given to you, making it able for you to transform between.
Still, you could onto hold a cat form for a short while. Then, you'd be forced to hide out again while children pulled on your ears and tail with the utmost amusement before being called a disease-ridden animal by their parents.
Once you made it to the mailbox, you struggled to slip in the letter and
Neko!PrussiaxCat!Reader It was cold and raining and you were stuck in a garbage pail that was quickly filling up. Your small little body was shivering in both fear and freeze. Looking up at the sky, you saw no end to the rain.
You began crying out pathetically for help, scratching at the sides to make noise. Hours passed, starvation was setting in, the water level was going to reach over your head in moments and your blood vessels were freezing assumably.
Crying out once more, you pitifully tried to gain attention before you drowned. As your breath was cut off, you noticed someone coming by, giving you the energy to force your head out of the water for another little cry.
A shadow covered over you and plucked you from the water, a person with blood-red eyes and white hair covered by a hood held you. "Help..." You squeaked, looking sadly into his crimson orbs.
"Don't worry little kind, I don't think mein bruder would mind if you come home with me." He said as if understanding you.
FrancexReader: What You See You watched as the teen passed by, a flurry of whispers surrounding him.
"He used to live in France."
"Why'd he leave?"
"Heard he got a girl pregnant, came here for a better opportunity."
"Yeah, an opportunity to get another girl pregnant."
"He already got one pregnant."
"He's slept around with every girl in school, I'm not surprised."
"Bet he rapes drunk girls on the weekend too."
He could hear it all. It was as if his entire presence made every girl on edge. It has only been a month since Francis Bonnefois transferred to your school but the rumors about him spread like wildfire.
At lunch, you always saw him sitting alone. In the halls, you simply watched as he went along, smiling as if there wasn't a think wrong in this cruel world. He walked home and had things thrown at him from the seniors. How much could one person even take?
One of the jocks stopped him in the halls, slamming him against the lockers. "I bet you think it's really funny fucking around with my
Papa!JapanxChild!ReaderxMama!China -Pt 1- "Ai ya...it's nice to get out every now and then to stretch your legs, isn't it Japan?" China asked, walking alongside Japan down one of the many streets in his country.
Japan looked over with a slight smile,"H-hai...it's been awhile since I spent any time with you nii-chan." He looked away again, taking in the fresh air,"Besides, the weather is too nice to pass up."
"So that's the reason you came out here today aru." He said stubbornly under his breath.
Japan's brown eyes darted to China's face,"Beg pardon...?"
China smiled to himself a bit nervously,"Nothing aru. Must've been your imagination."
They continued down the streets, taking in all the seneca that surrounded them,"I could really go for some rice right now Japan...I'm so hungry aru..."
"Isn't it bad to eat too much though nii-san...?" Japan asked a bit curiously as a pink cherry blossom petal fell into his hair lightly. He pulled it out of his jet black h
5. FinlandxChild!ReaderxSweden: I Saw Daddy
'I wonder if Santa was here yet,' you thought sitting up in bed. Smiling you looked at your clock; it read 1:00 AM. 'I better go check.'
Giggling you tip toed down the hall and past your older brother Peter's room. Peeking in you saw he was out like a light. Walking down the stairs you stopped and crouched down so you could see without being seen.
There was Santa Claus…putting presents under your tree. Your eyes widened. 'I knew he was real! I can't wait to tell Peter and all the kids at school. They're going to be so jealous I saw the real Santa Claus!'
"Are you done?" came the sound of your father's voice from the living room.
'Pappa (dad) knows Santa?' you asked yourself.
There was your papa with his arms around Santa. 'I thought Santa would be bigger than pappa (dad),' you thought. 'Also Santa is really thin…is Mrs. Claus putting him on a diet or something?' You watched in horror as you saw your papa lean down and kiss Santa. 'Why is pappa (dad) kissing Santa? I thought S
Sweet Songbird: Part 2 (PrussiaxReader)Sweet Songbird: Part 2
Your reintroduction to Gilbert was nearly two months ago and you were happily living with him. Since you didn't have a job but you didn't want to be a freeloader, you cooked and cleaned while he was at work. You were like the perfect housewife. You blushed at the thought and continued cooking dinner for that night. Placing tonight's dessert, stollen, in the oven you set the timer. There was nothing left to do. The beef stroganoff was sitting on the stove with a lid on the pot, keeping the heat in. Gilbert would be home any minute. And just as you were washing your hands, you heard the door click open.
But it wasn't Gilbert.
"Bruder?" the voice called out into the house, "Hallo? Gilbert?"
You stepped into the entryway, allowing the man to see you as well as you to see him. "Um, Gilbert will be home soon, who are you?" you asked the tall blonde man, your head tilted a bit to the side.
The man blushed a
It'll Be Okay: AustriaxPregnant!ReaderRoderich stared down at his bubbly friend, who was lying in the grass, giggling and smiling.
"Are you sure about this, _____? I mean, this isn't some goldfish you won at the fair," the Austrian mused. She rolled her eyes and tugged playfully at his ruffle-y sleeve.
"I know that, but I want to keep it. You know how I feel about that," she replied, so repulsed by the thought she couldn't bring herself to say the word. "Yeah, I know, Francis is a total ass for leaving, but I'm not gonna get rid of it just 'cause of that!" _____ placed her hands protectively around her swollen stomach. When her ex-boyfriend Francis found out that she was pregnant, he broke it off and left town. So here she was, lying in her and Roderich's secret spot, having asked him to help her raise this baby that was not his. He sighed and sat next to her in the field of wild flowers.
"_____, you're my best friend and I would do anything in the world for you. But as your friend, I feel I am obligated to t
Not going? (SwedenXReader)You sighed in your sleep, breathing out evenly. Some locks of your bed head hair tickled your cheeks as one of them was blown away by your quiet breath.
When you felt pressure on your stomach, you sleepily opened your eyes. It took a second for your vision to snap into focus and when it did, you blushed at the scene that met your eyes.
Berwald sighed in his sleep, his hair hanging over his face. His arms had wound themselves around your waist during both of yours slumber and he was using your stomach as a pillow. You smiled warmly at him, stroking some of hair from his eyes.
He shifted in his sleep, rubbing his cheek on you to get comfortable. All you could do to keep from squealing at his cuteness was bite your lip; you didn’t want to wake your Swedish boyfriend.
Your thumb rubbed circles on his cheek as you gazed lovingly at him. He looked tuckered out, well he had come home late from work as usual. Because of his late hours, you cherished moments like these the most.
Turkey x Reader: The Rhythm WithinTHE RHYTHM WITHIN: TURKEY X READER
The soft whispering of her name and the gentle shake of her shoulder woke (Name) from her slumber. Letting a small noise of disapproval escape her lips, she forced her eyelids to lift, blinking away the hazy sheen sleep left over her sight. Olive green orbs came onto focus. Flecks of golden affection sparkled in them as they were hidden by caramel lids and replaced with expanses of sun kissed skin as lips pressed themselves onto her forehead. The hand on her shoulder slid up her neck to tangle its fingers in her hair.
"Must you always wake me amidst the best of dreams?"
"Is this reality not better than a dream?"he smoothly countered.
"Not with the backache your son has decided to bestow on me these past days."
The Turk released a breathy laugh and kissed the tip of her nose. (Name) scrunched it up and shot him an un-amused glare. As if he had heard his parents, the babe in her womb gave a mighty kick and a yelp bounced out of her throat. Gently
Snow- Teacher!RussiaxStudent!ReaderFor a little clarification- you're in college. Hope you enjoy!
It was finally here. During the winter semester, the students in Professor Braginski's Advanced Russian Language class took a trip to Mother Russia herself. You'd been taking Professor Braginski's Russian class for two years now, finally coming to the advanced speaking class. You were completely ecstatic about about the trip, but you didn't dare show it. Well, unless you were with one of your best friends. Like Alfred, who just so happened to be sitting next to you on the plane. He knew exactly why you were so excited about this particular trip. You were insanely in love with your professor.
You sat in your seat, blankly staring out the window, daydreaming about your extremely attractive teacher. Alfred waved a hand in front of your glossed-over (e/c) eyes.
"Hellooo~ Earth to _____," he chirped. You glanced over at the American, who gave you a knowing smile. You shook your head, ridding yourself of the thoughts of the
Unexpected announcements (PrussiaXReaderXDenmark)You stared at yourself in the vanity, growling at the strings of the corset that constricted your chest. You rubbed your neck, being careful to mind the complex pins that swept your hair up. I don’t want to go.... you thought to yourself as you watched your reflection. Your mother always forced you to go to these parties and you were honestly getting sick of them.
The only good thing about the entire thing was that you could see Mathias and his brothers again. The Dane had been one of your closest friends since you were kids, but ever since that incident with the dress you weren’t allowed to go and see him.
Not that that stopped him, he often snuck in through your window and got you outside.
The lights of the arriving carriages twinkled in the twilight and you gazed outside for a moment, the numerous guests arriving and stepping inside your house. Your guests weren’t normal people either, a lot of them were important representatives for countries and some of them eve
LSH: Mix Tape (CanadaxReader)Mix Tape
Teary eyed, you lifted the phone to your ear. "Matthew?" you whispered, waiting to hear the quiet man's voice. When it responded immediately, the tears spilt from your eyes. "Mattie, I did it." He paused over the line and you feared the worse, until you heard his calm answer to your unspoken question.
"See you in 10."
It had only been a few days since you broke up with your abusive boyfriend, and Matthew Williams had been the most supportive of all your friends, holding you while you cried, nursing your wounds, even allowing you to live with him. So it was only fair you do something for him.
You woke up early that day. It was just a random Saturday, no big deal, so you expected Mattie to still be asleep at 5 that morning.
Creeping silently through the halls, you snuck into the kitchen and pulled out all the ingredients you needed to fix pancakes. While you stirred together the batter, yo
ScotlandxReader- Let's Converse"Na na na na~ Na na na na yeah~ You are the-" I sang before getting cut off.
"Shut up already!" Allistor shouted angrily at me.
"Well then give me a song to sing!" I shouted back. He can try to out-scream me but he knows he can't.
"None! Just shut up!"
I pounced on him and kissed him. "You shut up. I love you so why must you always be so mean to me?!" I quickly realized what I had just said I clamped a hand over my mouth.
"Aye, so you do love me, I guess little Iggy was right." He laughed.
I blushed, redder than a candy apple, "Y-yeah."
"Don't worry lass, I love you too."
"Really?" I fretted. This could be another one of his nasty lies.
"I swear. Now sing that one about the broken road and blessing and stuff."
"God Bless the Broken Road?"
Allistor was carrying me down the stairs for no reason. He slipped slightly and dropped me down the large staircase.
"Sorry!" He called and rushed downstairs.
I sat up rubbing my head, "Thank you for dro
I ask all of you...Pray tonight. I don't care if you're Jewish, Atheist, Christian, whatever.
Late last night, we lost someone. Not me personally but more like the fandom as a whole. A girl, 19 years old named Jessie was killed when she was crossing the street.
Now many of you might not know her by name.
2p France's admin.
If you go on tumblr and follow ask blogs, you might have seen her once or twice.
Apparently last night, she was hit by someone while she was crossing the street and died.
Just put her in your prayers tonight, even if you don't know her.
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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