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
Hetaoni part 20Italy's dream:Hetaoni part 20 by Theknightofthemoon
Italy: Ve..holy Roman empire? What's wrong your shaking..
HRE: You have to wake up Italy!
Italy: Wake up..but aren't I?
HRE: No your not Italy! It's only a dream! They are trying to keep you here from helping your friends.
HRE: Italy...I'm so sorry..she brought me back to life and I just wanted you to stay..I love you Italy...but I don't blame you if you won't forgive me..
Italy:...hehe..ve..(he hugs Holy Roman Empire)
Italy: You never have to let me go Holy Roman empire..you didn't have to do this all for me...I love you to you were always very special to me...I forgive you..
HRE: (crying) I-Italy..
Italy: Shhh it's OK....just you wait..you'll see...
HRE: (starts to disappear)
Italy: N-no..no no no don't go! Not you to!
HRE: I'm sorry Italy...it's my time...
Italy: No Holy roman empire! Please don't leave!
HRE: I'm sorry..I'm so sorry...please...don't be sad Italy..I'll see you in the next life..
Italy: ...You prom
|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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H o l y R o m a n E m p i r eHoly Rome was a collection of piecesH o l y R o m a n E m p i r e by LotusDragonof5000
Pieces that were held together so shakily.
Those pieces were cards
A house of cards.
One push was all that was needed
To tumble into the oblivion.
Physical strength, though
Doesn't count for everything.
The world is not shaped
By strength alone.
Of an empire that was destined to fall
Was his true strength.
His house crumbled to dust,
He himself began to follow suit,
But he still remained adamant.
Do you think this is why,
He got a second chance at life?
Estonia and Reader-Exploring KringelEstonia and Reader-Exploring Kringel by LiteratureAtMidnight
Pushing the door open, the sight reminded you of a certain movie about a company full of monsters. A whole new room rested just beyond the door-frame, a bathroom to be exact. Shrugging, you quickly closed the gap between you and the other world.
Door clicking behind you, you gave an appraising look to the room around you. Small in size, the restroom was reserved for females and even had artificial flowers which adorned the counter space in plastic tins. That, and the room smelt heavily of perfume, a flowery scent that surely didn’t come from the “flowers”.
Shaking your head, you walked to the door across from you with a sigh. Pausing, you made sure to grab the metal handle with your sleeve, you could never be too careful. And off you went, hair billowing behind you.
A nervous grin was stretched across your face, but seemingly faltered when you rounded the corner. Silently you stood inside a cafe, eyes blinking fruitlessly as you took it all in. The floor was woo
Breaking Point (Hetalia Fanfic): Ch 7 The next morning, Matthew was in the kitchen once again. It was a bit late, past breakfast, and no one had wanted to eat together anyways, so instead of making pancakes, he was making a simple cup of hot chocolate. Something to calm his nerves, a delicious treat that he hadn't had in a while, and something to sip while he was reading the only book he had in his room.Breaking Point (Hetalia Fanfic): Ch 7 by HaloStormHybrids
As he was stirring the chocolate powder into the mug he had filled with hot water, he heard the kitchen door open behind him. He continued to stir his drink as he turned his head to greet whoever had entered the kitchen. It was Aza.
"Oh, hey, Aza," he greeted cheerfully, smiling. However, he frowned when he saw that she was being followed by a pale, shivering, tired-looking, pajama-clad Arthur. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and sneezed into it a few times before tucking it back into his pocket with a disgusted grunt.
"Hey, Matt," Aza greeted, smiling warm
French Perfume(2)-Pirate!EnglandXReaderFrench Perfume(2)-Pirate!EnglandXReader by anime-whitewolf
The next morning, you awoke from a peaceful sleep. You hardly even remembered the night before and had mistaken it for a dream. That was, until you got up and went into your kitchen to find a certain someone missing, though the traces of blood still remained. They looked as though there had been an attempt to clean it all, though to no avail as there had been much of it spilled. On the table there rested a warm cup of tea and your own tea kettle set beside it. Cautiously, you went to the table and sat down. As you picked up the teacup from it's dish, you found a small note lying there between the two. You wondered for a moment if you should care to know exactly how he had found your pen, ink, and papers, but decided to let it be. Arthur Kirkland was, after all, a pirate captain.
You picked up the letter, setting your tea aside to unfold it. The script in the paper was beautiful though slightly marred by what you though was a rushed writing and possibly a bit of shaking from still being