Austria x Reader - Birthday SongAustria x Reader - Birthday Song by live-for-the-stars
You winced slightly at the high-pitched sound the black ebony piano made as you missed the wrong note for the song you were trying to play. Deciding it best to simply ignore it, you continued the rest of the song, missing some other notes here and there, though it wasn’t very noticeable and you knew you could get them the next time you practiced the song.
The gentle melody that escaped the old instrument echoed around the room bringing a strange yet lovely tune to the inhabitants of the enclosed space, though the harsh sharps that you got wrong would break the melody up a little.
Finishing the song at last, you stretched your hands in front of you, as they were sore from all the playing you had done, and softly caressed the beautiful midnight music maker in front of you. The feeling of smooth polished wood on the end of your fingertips entranced you as you let the touch of the piano guide your hand.
After a few minutes, you stopped what you were doing and returned t
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 HYBRiD-eMPReSS
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
|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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Finding Happiness (2p!China X Reader) Chapter 4Finding Happiness (2p!China X Reader) Chapter 4 by solarkittygirl
Yang walked out of his workplace the next day with the thought of going on a date with (Name) on his mind. Well this isn't really a date, right? Yang thought to himself. She's just trying to repay me for helping her out, that's all. Still, even with that in mind he couldn't help but think of this as a date for some reason.
He searched through his coat pocket and took out the slip of paper on which he wrote down the details of the diner he looked up the previous night and texted the information to (Name). I’ll be waiting for you there, Yang added to the text message. I’m gonna go ahead and walk there since it’s only a few blocks away from where I work. Come when you’re ready. Yang sent the message and shoved his phone and the piece of paper back into his pocket and started heading in the direction of the diner.
Yang received a reply within the next minute as he was walking. He took his phone back out of his pocket and read the text message th
England X Reader : Vomit"It's absolutely disgusting," you said. England nodded. In front of you both lay a small child, the equivalent of a troublesome and fleshy pile of dribble and vomit. The only you were looking after the baby was that a pair of relatives was out at the moment and they needed someone to take care of a four month-old sick generator for a little cash; you qualified.England X Reader : Vomit by ActuallyAndroid
"I think it's going to vomit again," England spoke, staring at you in a mutual horror you returned. The baby was choking something up and before England could assign himself the job, you told him you'd get another bib from the drawer so the baby could have a clean one after the next wave of milk and nutritional baby food would stain the former.
England had only decided to join you in babysitting because he firstly had no idea what he was getting into, and secondly wanted to hang out with you in a way that might affect some sort of subconscious, motherly ambition to have a child yourself - preferably with him. It was a little hop
France X Reader : Sunday Morning ConfessionsFrance breathes the cold air of a Sunday morning. With melancholy twisting inside his stomach, he pays no attention to a proliferating puff of condensed air that begins to die as soon as it leaves his chapped and shivering lips. It disappears and returns rhythmically, accompanied to death by the slow descent of his chest, and paired with it's rise - as it is born again with the passion of a systematic machine.France X Reader : Sunday Morning Confessions by ActuallyAndroid
His pale fingertips wrap softly around a thorny rose-stem, tipped with a stunted red bud at the end.
It is a quiet whisper; he neither expects you to hear or to deliver a response. Grey clouds above him drift into infinity, grasp at the edges of a horizon he does not care enough about to notice. They steal shadows and hoard them into depressing darkness, until shades of sunlight permeate their impenetrable blanket and stream onto the earth in waves that last no more than ten seconds. During this time, the shadows appear before they dull into nothingness again. France
England X Reader : Grocery FridayEngland opened the door with his elbow, bags full of groceries and other such trivialities hanging on his arms. When he saw you, his sour face relaxed enough to welcome a more upbeat countenance, glued to security by the blanked curled around your crooked frame and a slim, leather book resting inside the warmth of your lap.England X Reader : Grocery Friday by ActuallyAndroid
"Hello love." England said, placing the bags onto a couch.
"Hello England." You answered courteously, looking up from your book to pay closer attention to the man's exceptional mood.
"Are you a bit cold in there?" He asked, teasing the countless layers of clothing and blankets that had settled around your body. Your reply was sarcastic.
"Where did you get that from?" His response was a comfortable chuckle. With significant enthusiasm, he jumped onto a spot on the mattress near you. He was satisfied, that much anyone could tell from the gleam in his tired eyes and the moan of approval as he sank further into the reaches of the mattress. You encased the book securely