Papa! Canada x Child! Reader~ Daddy's little girlPapa! Canada x Child! Reader~ Daddy's little girl
"Daddy daddy look at me!" (f/n) said happily as she skated around the ice rink on her own. Matthew laughed and smiled. "Good job (f/n)!" She was proud that she could now ice skate like her papa. He was going to teach her how to play a little hockey. First she had to learn how to ice skate. Which she already got the hang of. "Alright I'm gonna teach you some rules and techniques when playing in game." (F/n) responded cheerfully. "Okay!" Matthew proceeded on teaching the girl how to move easily on the ice and dodge, score and all the other stuff. (F/n) seemed to be catching on fast. "Daddy I'm just like you! Heehee!" (F/n) was happy to be playing with her father. And especially a sport he loved and she loved it just as much. "Wow good job!" Matthew was proud of his daughter. She learned so fast and it made him smile. She really was his little girl. "Just like Daddy." Matthew whispered to himself smiling.
After the hockey lesson Matthew ma
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?"
Important Feelings |Male-Belarus x Fem-Reader|
Male-Belarus x Reader
This time was for something different, even more wicked than his usual self. But it wouldn´t stop, not at all, at least. He knew it was bad and dangerous, but...did he cared?
No, not at all.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, feeling tired of all the running she had made with Nikolai, he did ran faster than her. But even if he knew it, he didn´t cared at all. "I have a bad feelings of this, Nikolai."
"Four months ago you were asking me for some kind of gentle gesture and not be too cold, didn´t you?" he rolled his eyes, going even faster. There would be the usual branch sticking out of the tree and she would accidentally hit her face against it.
"I know, but..." she trailed of. Partly because she was ordering her statement and the other for the lack of oxygen getting into her lungs for all the activity. She scoffed. "I wasn´t expecting you to b
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
The Ugly Duckling [Austria x Reader]Once 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
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
Show Me (RussiaxState!Reader) Ch. 1
You pressed your face against the glass as you stared out at the streets in awe. Your older brother America, laughed. "Missouri, if your so psyched on seeing the streets, than you'll love the meeting." You briefly looked over at him and smiled.
Today you were going to your first world meeting. You've never been anywhere else except your own state and your twin brother Kansas' house. You haven't even been to any of your other sibling's houses because Kansas was just so overprotective. You only got to come this time because America persuaded Kansas that you would be perfectly fine. So your oldest brother was good for something!
You were practically shaking with excitement when the car stopped in front of the world hall. This meeting was held in Moscow, Russia today. All through the plane ride you were just itching to move, mainly because you've never been on an airplane before, but also because you knew that you were going somewhere different.
As soon as America opened the door to the me
[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
Italy x Reader .:Ti Amo:. 2
-One year later-
You had been getting ready for war the last few days, though you'd never tell Italy. It would break his poor heart. He haden't belived that Holy Rome was dead. He waited for him everyday. You looked trough a small glass window, down to Italy, sweeping and humming a tune. Soon the glass fogged up, due to your breath. You smiled and drew a smiley face. But soon it returned to the frown you had sported before.
"He's going to find out tomorrow , when you leave." The Hungarian said crouching down to your height. All you could do was nod. Tears began to swell up in your eyes. After Hungary left, since you didn't want her to know how scared you where.
After a while of crying, you felt yourself being pulled in to a tight embrace. You where shocked for a while, but then hugged back , relizing it was just Italy.
" Please don't cry..." He said, hos voice only above a whisper. He pulled away and handed you a hankercheif. You took it an
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.