America x reader my savior pt.1Every time I hear rain pelting our tin rook the memories and visions come back. He wasn’t just my friend he was my savior.America x reader my savior pt.1 by katt2015
Your (h/l) (h/c) flowed in the wind. You were high above the ground sitting on a thick oak branch. You swung your (s/c) small legs back and forth. You sang a song your mother used to sing to you before your mother passed. “you are my sunshine, My only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray. You’ll never know dear how much I love you. Until you take my sunshine away.”
You smile and look up at the sky through the leaves. “I miss you mommy.” “Where is your mom?” You look to the ground and see a small boy staring up at you. He had short dirty blond hair, with a cowlick sticking up, with ocean blue eyes, and he was dressed up in some weird outfit.
“My mommy is in heaven, with my baby brother.” After finishing your sentence, you jump down from the branch, your dress fluttering up a little bit. “I
GermanyxShy!Reader: The Perfect Plan (Part 1)GermanyxShy!Reader: The Perfect Plan (Part 1) by HaloStormHybrids
You watched him like a hawk out of the corner of your eye. Every move he made captivated you in their own little odd ways. You loved the way he walked. Head up, shoulders back, spine straight, tough and proud. He always walked with the same pace, like a soldier. It was like he had been doing it his whole life. His movements were swift and fluid. One after the other, like a well oiled machine. He opened the locker. He took the books out, one by one, and put them in his bag. His arm moved in the exact same way every time. He shut the locker. A single strand of his beautiful slicked back blond hair fell out of place. He raised his hand and tucked it gently back into place. And then, for a fleeting moment, his gorgeous, piercing blue eyes locked with your (e/c) ones. You looked away.
He was amazing in every sense of the word. You loved every single thing about him, but at the same time, you were terrified of him. He was so intimidating, and you were so invisible. He was so big,
Canada x Sleepy! ReaderCanada x Sleepy! Reader by Algebra246
Canada x Sleepy! Reader
A/N: As the title is written, this is not a sequel for America x Reader x Country. I'm sorry, but this came into my head, soo...here you go and enjoy~!
You yawned once more as you made your way to the research center. Yes, you were studying about the environment in the one place that you wanted to live in for so long. The most-in-the-time forgotten country, Canada! Trying to keep your eyes from closing, you walked carefully over the ice, not wanting to slip and get bruised.
Snow was drifting around you; the soft, fluffy snowflakes were flying gently from the greyish clouds, and falling on the ground with its fallen brothers. The snow crunched beneath your feet, more snowflakes covering your footsteps. You looked at your destination; a small 'village' where the people were kind to visitors...unless you littered then you better run. You smiled softly, thi
America x Sophie PART 2America x Sophie PART 2 by Algebra246
America x Sophie
*A day before the school year ends*
Alfred and Sophie became great friends over the pass few months. And now, the gang is gathered together, talking about how they can spend their summer.
"Ve! We should all a-spend our summer a-together!!!" suggested Feliciano.
"Yeah, that's a great idea." said Haylee. Ludwig agreed, "Ja...It vould be nice."
"Hai, I agree." said Kiku.
Just then Alfred came up to the group, followed by Arthur. "What are you guys talking about?" asked Alfred. "We're all going to hang out over the summer, you wanna join us." Haylee asked, smiling to her friends. "I'd like to, love." Arthur said as he sat next to Haylee.
'I wonder if Sophie's coming...' I thought. "What's up guys?! You have plans over the summer?" I turned to see Sophie approaching us. Tina, Yao, Ivan, and Matthew also walked up to the us.
|Hello and Salutations~!|
You may call me the Illustrious Grand Master of All Awesomeness.
Well, I grew up in Florida in the boondocks.
Trailer NEIGHBORHOOD boondocks.
Parents split up. Mom got remarried. I fell in love with anime.
I discovered Hetalia.
My soul mate~!
It has taught me many things, like the fact that Italians enjoy sleeping in the nude.
Very important facts.
My favorite color is pink.
Favorite animals are Siberian Tigers, Fennec Foxes, and Cows.
I only know about three of my DA friends in real life.
I enjoy talking all Britishy-like too.
Cause I am British.
That's about it...
Anything else you wanna know, I'll put it up here.
Even though probably nobody WILL ask me anything about my life...
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You’ll never stop hearing the cries, the shouts and of course, the constant empty threats that continue to rip us apart even further.
My brother and I are huddled close together in the closet in my bedroom. While we sit there, he clings to me with his fingers curled, almost like claws as they pierce me slightly in my pale skin. He whimpers, too; silently begging for them to stop.
But there were no signs of stopping; there never was. And as the storm of rage continued outside of the door and down the hall, we sit and wait. We are not entirely sure exactly what we’re waiting for, but we do know one thing; we want this to end.
My brother and I were twins but I always seemed to play the role as the older brother. I never minded since I knew he was more fragile than I was, so I’d always try my best to keep him calm and all. Moments like this are extremely hard on him and I understand why since they are hard on me as well. But I try
The Fall of RomeEvery battle was unordinary. The earth was different, or the terrain could give advantages, or the freak chance of a spy could give a carefully planned tactic away. In England the land had been stony; cold and harsh, with wind-whipped flavors of moss and dried things. He could taste the acidity in the soil as The Wall was erected and the land he was standing on bowed its personified head to Caesar’s glory. There was a rugged feel to it; a rugged people, a rugged land, and battles were planned and fought and won as cold, bloody, rugged battles.The Fall of Rome by Lapulta
Then there was Italy - his beloved Italy - with its golden sunshine and soft earth. Still rocky, but the ground was forgiving and as the blood flowed into the ground the fields accepted it in stride. It felt like the warm caress of a lover bathing herself beneath his feet. And Rome had many loves, but of all of them, he loved her first. His earth. His fields, His sweet adoration. The land he had fought for - was fighting for now - tasted so
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Another building crashed in the distance and sparks rose in its place, casting the wall behind the open window in an eerie orange glow. The curtains had been pulled back and they drooped listlessly in the heat of an Italian summer night without a breeze to cool the room, but Romano couldn’t care much about them when sleep didn’t come. After half an hour of hot, fruitless turning, he’d pushed his small bed beneath the window, tossed a sheet over his head, and watched the proceedings.
At the moment, the Visigoths were reasonably contained to the northern outskirts of Rome, but he could already hear them from this distance: pillaging, burning, sacking. The people of Rome were fleeing to the harbor where Romano could imagine dozens of boats dipping in the waves under the weight of a twenty thousand refugees. As it were, he could see them under his window, half towards the bay and half into the countryside. They were a frightened mob, waving torches, scrambling
Teutoberg - (Germaniaxreader) - 2/2The first thing you notice when you wake up is that you never took your sandals off when you entered the house and now your feet are completely numb. You unlatch them by memory more than looking and kick them somewhere by the fire. You recall you didn’t even notice which foot you stepped over the doorway with, but you’re too tired to care and figure that if you aren’t dead yet, the ensuing bad luck can’t be that terrible.Teutoberg - (Germaniaxreader) - 2/2 by Lapulta
The second thing you notice when you’re just about to fall back to sleep is the empty bed in the corner. There’s a hollow fur where Gisilbert was laying and when you look in the miscellaneous corner you notice his bow is missing. You awkwardly push off the heavy cover and get out of the chair only to hear heavy footsteps right outside the door. You aren’t really sure what to do since you don’t know who it is. It might be best to run under the bed and pray the intruders don’t find you - but then again, perhaps a fac