England x reader-nervous game(fluff request) You were on your way to your boyfriend, Arthur's house. You skipped down the street happily, humming a song to yourself until you got to his house and knocked on the door.
"Oh hey (name)", he greets you sounding alittle depressed.
"What's the matter?", you ask walking inside. After a couple of steps you fall to the floor coughing. "Oh gosh! What's that horrid smell?! Smells like a fire mixed with burning couch and a dead cat!"
"I-I was...um...cooking and then the kitchen went boom and then the fire...it was a really big fire, but I cleaned it up....with help and then...yeah", he was explaining.
"Well that explains the burned couch smell. Why don't we just go to your room"
"Ok", you two walk down the hallway until you reach his room. He opens the door for you and you sit on his bed.
"Arthur, you want to play a game?", you ask.
"Um..ok. What game?"
"It's called the nervous game. Ever heard of it?"
"No, sorry. Can't say I have. How do you play?"
More than a Pet (RussiaxNeko!Reader) Chp 11“We’re going to have to retrieve her ourselves,” mused Hercules as he watched a tangled mess of thick fur sniff at the meal leftovers he had tossed onto the ground. The fur, merely a stray cat dressed for the weather, seemed hesitant at first, but then ate the small morsel.
Kiku apologized, a habit that Hercules was more than used to. However, sometimes he found the politeness a bit unnecessary at times.
“Estonia-san was either unable to obtain her or simply chose not to assist us,” Kiku sighed, looking at his grey mittens as snow melted on the fabric. Hercules sighed; he had hoped to be on an airplane home by now, but the fact that one of his cats was still in Russia’s possession kept him rooted to the Russian soil.
Until we find a way to get her. A shame, Estonia would have been a great help.
“Maybe Russia caught him,” the Greek man suggested, watching the stray cat sniff the ground, looking for more to eat. To please it, Hercu
Romano x Reader - BubblyThe sunlight beaming down on your face, you slowly open up your eyes, shielding them with your arm. Just as you were about to sit up, you heard a knock on your door.
“Bella? You awake?” asked Lovino, opening the door slightly.
“Yeah Lovi, come on in,” you called out, watching as he entered your room, sitting next to you.
“Breakfast is downstairs,” he said as you hugged him.
“Ok~” you replied, smiling. After five minutes of staying in this position, Lovino finally spoke up.
“Idiot, your food will be cold if we stay here any longer. Come on let’s go,” he told you, escaping your hold.
“Eeeh, I’m too lazy to… Carry me?” you asked, holding your arms out towards him.
‘D-Damn it! Why does she have to look so cute!!’ he thought, looking at you, with your slightly tilted, puppy dog face. He could never say no to that face.
Wordlessly, he turned and crouched down, letting you crawl onto his bac
The Ugly Duckling: Austria X ReaderOnce upon a time in a land far, far away there was a young man named Roderich. He was the youngest of many children, children who had a gift of singing. There was Gilbert, who had a unique touch of rasp; Ludwig, a wonderful and smooth bass; Vash, a cool baritone with a crisp edge; Lili, an angel with her high soprano; and Elizabeta, a beautiful alto and soprano 2.
However, amongst his talented siblings, Roderich could not sing.
Roderich tried and tried again throughout his years, but could never hit a note just right or match a pitch. He had perfect pitch in his ears, born with it as did his siblings, but he could not use that gift with his voice. And so, because of such, he was shunned in the family.
Gilbert went out of his way to tease and belittle the brunet, Ludwig simply avoided him, Vash always had something nasty to say, and while Elizabeta and Lili were not horrible, they did nothing to help his problem. So poor, lonely Roderich just... stopped. He stopped trying, he stopped si
Sweden x Reader Late Nights
Sweden x Reader
She was tired of sitting on the cold leather sofa. Her eyes were drooping close slowly as the minutes ticked by on the old father clock that her husband had made for her when they had gotten married. That was who she was waiting for at this hour in the cold empty house. She wanted to go to sleep with her in his arms safe and warm. The (h/c) haired female glanced at the clock with her tire (e/c) eyes.
"12:02.. He said he would be home at 9, so where is he?"
This had been happening frequently for the past two weeks. Berwald,her loving husband, had been getting home later than usually. It made (y/n) suspicious and scared, at first she thought he was cheating on her, but she ruled that one out right away. She loved and trusted Berwald dearly with all her heart, if he trusted her then she should trust him. All that the petite female wanted now was a hug from her bear.
"Hhmm...I hope he is okay... Maybe he got held up at work that boss of his does like to give him extra work.
Mama reader x child NorwayThe sun broke through the curtains of (Y/n)s room making her groan in annoyance and put her head under her pillow. Then (Y/n) heard the door to her room open followed by light timid steps.
Tiny cold hands grabbed onto her (s/c) arm, and slightly shook her. You buried your head deeper into the mattress while gripping the pillow tighter. You worked from ten in the morning to eleven at night from there you went to your second part time job till one in the morning.
“Mama get up it’s Sunday. You promised you would make cinnamon buns this morning!”
Your son said in a whisper.
“Okay Lukas, could you give Mama ten more minutes of sleep?”
You loved your son and would do anything for him, but right now you were so tired.
A long sigh escaped your lips, you lifted your head off the mattress and threw the pillow to the hard wood floor. Your (e/c) eyes droopily opened to see your son giving you a straight face.
[Request] North Italy x Sick! ReaderNorth Italy x Sick! Reader: Everything is cured with tomato soup!
You coughed loudly, trying to cough up a bit of the slime that was stuck in your throat, but with no success. You still felt terrible and exhausted. Your eyes - swollen and red from crying – felt horrible and your throat felt as if it was literally on fire. Your head hurt lots; making you unable to get out of bed all day. You groaned and buried your face into the pillow. Even though you were sick it was still very lonely with no one around; if only Feliciano was here. His cheery and cute personality would really be comforting right now. It was true that sometimes Feliciano was a bit too cheery and happy; but it couldn’t bother you. Feliciano was the sweetest boy you’d met, always making pasta for you and the rest of the Axis. You rested the left side of your face on the pillow, looking over at the clock. It was only 12 AM, you were still lying in bed; you didn’t eat since the sight of food disgust
RomaniaxReader: KITTY!A/N: I'm sorry if Romania is OOC in this
It was a lazy Saturday night, and you had gone grocery shopping with your boyfriend, Vladimir. You opened the trunk of your car and grabbed as many bags as you could carry without feeling as if you were going to drop something.
"Why are you carrying all of those bags?", Vladimir asked, closing the trunk of the door.
"I'd rather break my arms than make two trips to the car," you grunted.
Vladimir just shook his head, the little ribbons of his hat waving in the air. You reached the front door before you stopped.
"A little help here?"
"O-oh! Sorry!" Vlad quickly rushed to your side to open the door for you.
"Thanks," you mumbled.
You set the bags down on the floor and gave your arm a break. ((Let me give your arm a break~ Your arm a bre- Oh wait off topic)) Vlad was about to close the door when he saw something move. He curio
EnglandxReader Taking TimePART ONE
I stood. Grabbing my papers, I shuffled them to give them some resemblance of order. I've had a lot of work for so long, I never have time to hang out with my friends anymore. I bet (name) thinks I've deserted her. I need to call her. But when?
Just then, the door to my office creaked open and (name)'s head peeked in. Seeing I was just on the verge of leaving, she fully came in. Before I had a chance to speak, she gently took the papers from my hand.
Opening my mouth to protest, she grabbed my hand and tugged me outside.
"Love, what are you doing? I have so much work, and I know I've been ignoring you, but... I need to go and finish!" My voice pleaded with her as I tugged to go back.
Not listening to my pleas, and somehow not even budging when I pulled her, she took me to the nearby park. Sitting down, she pulled me down with her.
Finally speaking, she softly said, "Arthur, you need a bit of time off. Take 5 minutes with me every morning, afternoon, an
Kiss the cook England x readerEllo Sorry it took a little long to post this...my wifi wasn't working... anyway here ya go OH AND MILD LANGUAGE :3
You smiled with your mouth closed, and nodded. As soon as Arthur turned around, you spit it out. 'Oh god...why does he think scones are actually good? British people...I'll never understand them.' you chuckled to yourself.
"I saw that (Y/N). If it wan't good, just say so. Why don't try making something?" Arthur, you're childhood friend challenged. You two always playfully compete against each other. "Alright I will." you smirked. You were also a country, and your country was known for flavorful food. (Just pick a country with good food.) "Pfft you don't stand a chance." you say with a terrible British accent. You turned on the oven, heating it to 350 degrees. Behind you, you hear: "Are you mocking me?!?" Arthur half-yelled. "Even if you're mocking me, that