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    “There will always be women in rubber flirting with me!”    (Y/n) stared at her supposed boyfriend of one year. “Excuse me?”      “It’s not my fault that people always flirt with me…”      The fighting couple were at their one year anniversary party, at this fancy salon their friends insisted they rented. The decorations were simple, and the clothing was a casual-elegant fashion, and music softly played in the background while everyone grabbed appetizers from one big table.      At the moment, though, every guest was staring at the blond and his girlfriend.      “I’m aware

     You had just woken up from a deep, long and cold sleep. Your tail was curled around your body and face, hoping to give you warmth, although it gave you none. Your owners had moved away and abandoned you. You had to survive off scraps in the alley and rarely hunted for yourself. You sometimes slept out on human's doorsteps, hoping that someone would take you in. Each time you got chased away. Your eyes fluttered open as the tip of your tail softly touched your small (n/c) nose. You struggled to get up, your body so very small and feeble. Your back leg screamed pain, causing you to whimper quietly. The day before you had been bitten by a d

    “There will always be women in rubber flirting with me!”    (Y/n) stared at her supposed boyfriend of one year. “Excuse me?”      “It’s not my fault that people always flirt with me…”      The fighting couple were at their one year anniversary party, at this fancy salon their friends insisted they rented. The decorations were simple, and the clothing was a casual-elegant fashion, and music softly played in the background while everyone grabbed appetizers from one big table.      At the moment, though, every guest was staring at the blond and his girlfriend.      “I’m aware

Lukas got to your house, knocking on the door the second he stepped foot on your porch. "[Name], It's me." He heard no reply, so he knocked again. "[Name], answer the door! I know you're home." Still no reply. Lukas let out a frustrated sigh and bent over, lifting up your doormat and pulling a spare key from underneath it. Of course, you didn't tell him where it was. He figured it out himself. He slid the key in the keyhole, feeling tension and suspense rise. He turned the key and knob, opening the door and stepping inside. "I told you not to let him come over!"  You wince at Emil's harsh tone, feeling like you did something wrong when y

You were so scared. You just realised you're having German exams in a few months and thanks to the lamest German teacher ever who taught you at school, instead improving you got much worse in the language. "I'm so going to fail, I'm so going to fail, my parents are going to kill me and I have no decent German teacher, what am I going to do now?!" You fall on your bed and buried your face into your pillow and screamed into it. And then you just lay there for who knows how long when something finally came to your mind. You knew someone who could help you and it was Ludwig, Germany himself! You begged him for so long, it took a while until h

Christmas; a time for peace and good will towards men.  A time for peoples everywhere to relax, children to play, lights to light up the night, and families to get together and spend time together.  A time for presents, food, and lots of snow.  A time where happiness is as abundant as the air itself. So, why weren’t you happy? It was because you sadly didn’t have any of those things.  Snow, there was plenty of that… probably more than you’d prefer.  Sadly you had no presents, food, family, or even a roof over your head.  It wasn’t fair for a 9 year old girl to be alone and without a home on Christmas to go to,

On the coastline of Spain, fishermen spoke of many grand tales. They talked about the largest fish they’ve caught, or the strangest thing that washed up on the shore. But one topic that was popular among many people was pirates. You could hear the best stories in the taverns, told by the barkeepers. They’ve seen all sorts of pirates saunter into their shop, asking for whatever alcoholic beverage they wanted. Of course, only a select few have seen the legends of the seas. Everybody knew about the notorious Arthur Kirkland and his crew. He was one of the younger pirates, great with a blunderbuss and had a foul mouth. He was still q

(Scotland x Reader) You arrived at your place of employment with a slight grimace. The bar was already stocked with men and women of varying appearances, but they all shared one similarity. They were all drunk. With a slight huff, you began wiping down the bar and cleaning up the enormous amount of extraneous empty glasses. The strong bitter stench of alcohol was almost intolerable as a few customers passed by you. It wasn't long before you had to refuse to serve a couple of them. Another bar tender arrived with an apologetic smile before she dove right into cleaning and serving. The crowd began to grow loud and a bit rambunctious. They w

"What?!" You whined, looking down at your language lesson choices. "Why can I only tick one?!" You looked up at your friends, The Bad Touch Trio, with a worried expression. "Do I have to choose, guys?" You glared down at the paper once more. There were tick boxes for every countries' language, Japanese, Italian, German, etc, but you had to choose one language to carry on studying. "And why do I have to pick one language to carry on learning anyway? Why can't I just carry on with all of my languages?!" "Oh, you work too hard, ___." Francis sighed, patting you softly on the shoulders. "Sí, you'll just tire yourself out!" Antonio agreed

You were a student nurse at your local school. Well, you're more of an assistant than an actual person who fixed health problems kids often came in with. The nurse had been busy working elsewhere which left you alone in the office. She predicted hardly any tension would occur and cause injured or sick students to come to school. It meant, it made it easier for people to head home already. It was currently on your mind right now since nothing was happening and it was your study hour. You decided to work what you needed to do for the next day and it went on for around ten minutes until a groan escaped a person from outside the hallway. You go

"Bye!" you cried, smiling sadly. "I'll miss you! Don't forget to call regularly!" Mathias grinned. "I'll miss you too, and I promise I will! No annoying countries will be able to bother the King this Christmas, don't worry." He ran back up to you and kissed both of your cheeks, and then your nose, making you giggle. Then he wiped away the tears forming in your eyes and whispered, "I won't forget." And with that, he made his way back down the path and got into the waiting car that was ready to whisk him away. I don't want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need I don't care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree Christm

"I can't stand you." I said that sentence with honorable honesty. Berwald, the human personification of Sweden, really got on my nerves. He never showed any emotion to anyone except Tino, the personification of Finland. He refused to smile for me and he didn't laugh at my jokes. The only one who could get even a millisecond of the scary Swede's smile was Tino, that lucky bastard. "Are you serious? Call me when you get a heart, you robot." I thought I saw a tiny bit of emotion flash through his icy eyes, but I guess I was very wrong. He pushed the airs out of his lungs in a long, irritated breath and looked down, like my words had struck hi

 The flashes of light zipped by as the cars kept on illuminating the back roads. Everyone appearing to have somewhere to be, somewhere to go, or even better, have someone waiting for them after a long day of tedious and tiresome work. As the sky finally darkened to that last shade of grey before black, (f/n) had decided to give up. She slumped backwards against a sturdy looking tree hoping to give her legs a rest. She had been on the go for hours now and in her mind she was thinking that nothing could get any worst. *crack-SNAP* The world was speeding by now as (f/n) toppled and rolled over twigs and leaves and rocks. By the time she took t

a/n: these author notes will only show up to say what some annotations in the oneshot are. (c/n) = country name, but i guess you already knew so i just wasted maybe 10 or 5 seconds of your life. ^^ .=.==.=.==.=. You were living with Denmark at the time when Sweden and Finland were going to run away. And for some reason, you ended up liking the both of them. When you met Sweden, you were a bit intimidated at first because he was so quiet and emotionless. It disturbed you, but you then got used to it after spending a lot of time around him. You began liking him though his quietness. It always made you wonder what he was thinking, that's what

You were busy typing your English project in your room one night. Suddenly, the windows beside you opened and a bat came in that later transformed into Vladimir Dacian, your Romanian friend who you knew was a vampire. “Hello there Vlad, I see you’re breaking and entering again” you said in a flat tone, your eyes still focused on the computer as you continued typing on. You heard him groan and plop down on your bed. “Geez, (name), you’re ever the cold one, aren’t you? Can’t you at least greet me with something more decent?”   You sighed and shook your head. You stopped typing and swung around yo

Careful What You Do. England X Reader X Child America Arthur Kirkland was home, he took the day off from work to be with his young son Alfred when he comes home from school.  However those plans of going to get ice-cream and playing catch in the park might be canceled when Arthur gets a phone call from the school; Alfred was in the principal’s office and it wasn’t for a medal of some sorts. He entered the building and went to the Mr. Oxenstierna office.  Alfred was sitting in a chair and quickly sunk in his seat as his father and Mr. Oxenstierna introduced each other.  “Mr. Oxenstierna, may I ask what my son has done to g

"(Name), I think you should come over to my place and-" Alfred stopped and yanked on his dirty blonde hair. He began again, trying to add a bit more of a suave tone, "Heeey, what do you say? You. Me. And two tickets to the gun show..." He flashed a smirk. The American make was currently thinking of ways to woo the new girl at his favorite new diner. Alfred held an old, fashioned sense of pride when it came to his eateries. Of course, the always delicious McDonalds wasn't too bad; he loved to indulge in a nostalgic feel. It just so happened that a new girl had started at his favorite diner. A hole in the wall, really. A place that old timers

Dear [Name], I hate you. I hate the way you laugh like everything is okay in the world, and the way you smile like the goddamn sun. I absolutely loathe the way you bite your lower lip and how your eyebrow quirks up when you’re confused or surprised. I hate how you can be kind and fun and weird at the same time. I hate how you leave footprints and not scars. I dislike your smell, like a field of flowers and the ocean and maybe a little bit of the mountainside mingled into one. The way you move, the way you talk, revolts me. I hate your pranks and your jokes, and the way your lip lift up in a crooked half-smile. I hate this. I hat

Delusions of an Eternal Love Pairing: Norway x Reader Warning: Angst. That's all. A/N: Happy Birthday Norway. such a cheesy title tho ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ -Many, many days before but not that many- You lovingly smiled at the figure below you, stroking his soft blonde hair softly while untangling his locks that were knotted together. He laid down, his head resting on top of your dress coated lap and his hands occupied in holding a book that he had brought along on your journey. You hummed your favorite classical music while his feet tapping to the wall in sync, enjoying your pleasant hummin

All I can say is thanks for FINALLY giving it back thelittlea and THANK YOU all for the likes and comments ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You sigh as you look towards your crush, Emil Steilsson, from across the classroom. You are sitting by yourself because you are a quiet, non-social person like Emil is. Emil is reading a book, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't see the title. 'Today,' you think to yourself, 'I will tell him how I feel.' You have been building up a lot of confidence to tell him for a while now. After you get ou

All you had heard about were these parties America had been hosting. You had heard that is was like a full-proof e-harmony;you decided to go today. You packed your purse fun of cosmetics and perfumes, just in case the game looked tough. When you arrived, you were surprised, you were the only girl. "I don't stalk you...so don't ask! I just knew you were coming..." America gave you a thumbs up while blushing. "How exactly does that work...you can't know where she is without looking for her..." Britain slyly stuck his tongue out at America. "Dude, whatever, go eat yourself...any way, ___-" "Ad you talk to her so causally! Yes, it's apparent

Sealand x Sick!Reader - Lilacs and 'Get Well' Cards (A/N - Imagine that you are about 12 years old in this story.) Winter was slowly approaching in the town of ___(t/n)___. The temperatures always dove down to near freezing at this time of year. The town had already seen its first snow, but it had melted soon after. It was around mid-November, after Thanksgiving was over and the time when distant relatives started traveling back to their own homes. It was the season for scarves, down jackets, and gloves, which almost everyone in ___(t/n)___ was wearing now. Unfortunately, it was also the cold and flu season, and that meant absent students

“Oh he’s so dead now!” Adelheid, my best friend, swore. She was running down the halls of our school, heading directly towards my ex-boyfriend's classroom. “Please, Adelheid, stop that! You're only getting yourself in trouble!” I pleaded, running after her and trying to catch up. However, this only got my friend to grit her teeth and run even faster. “I don't care! I told this bastard that I'm going to fucking  kill  him if he ever hurts you, and I’m a girl worth her words!” I sighed. Sure, I loved my best friend more than everything, but sometimes she just went too far. Seriously wanting to  k

(( ....Well. I suck at writing. And with Russia. And plots. So, we'll see how this works out lol and Im writing this on an iPad at 12:00 at night...with a headache and nooooo sense of plot haha  )) RussiaxDeaf!Reader-No barrier between us ---------- 'Good morning, my dear.' Signed your Russian boyfriend, Ivan as you sleepily dragged your limbs off of your bed. You smiled and signed back, 'Good morning. How did you sleep?' He replied with a thumbs up and a big hug, taking your small frame into his large, warm arms and squeezing you tightly. You really loved this man, a 'Gentle giant', but unfortunately most other people were scared of him.

Help What’s worse than being lost in a forest? Getting lost in a forest, in the middle of the night, alone, during the late autumn. You sighed, and due to the cool temperature your breath can be visible. Rubbing your palms together to create friction that will hopefully give you some heat, you slapped your palms immediately to your face. The heat only lasted for only a minute before the biting cold returned. Trudging through the rocky road now thick with snow, you tried to remember the path that you took to get back home but unfortunately for you snowfall have started and covered your tracks from before making back tracking impossibl

"I had a great time tonight, Roderich! Thank you for inviting me over… But I should really get going." You smiled at your Austrian friend, touching him lightly on the arm. "Are you sure you can't stay a little bit longer, _____? I was just about to open a new bottle of wine…" Roderich looked pleadingly at you from behind his wire rimmed spectacles. "Well, I'm supposed to go to my mother's house for dinner this evening… She'll worry." Roderich took your hand in his, running his thumb along your palm soothingly, "Just a few minutes more…" he pleaded, purple eyes seeming to grow about a thousand times larger. "My father will start pacing and

"umm.. You sure you want to be playing that?" Your best male friend, Daniel, asked. He was staring at the back of your head worriedly while sitting criss cross on your bed. He knew you get scared easily but, like his friend Alfred, you loved to watch horror movies and playing video games. You were playing 'Left 4 Dead 2' and lets face it, you weren't going to bed anytime soon. Your (h/c) was tied up in a ponytail (A/N: if you have long hair anyways XD) and your (e/c) coloured eyes were glued to the screen of your laptop. You were wearing headphones so you didn't hear him. "Oi, _______? Earth to _____!" Daniel waved his hand in front of your f

A snowy banquet of white covered all in site, making a scene of delicate frost be known to all, at least in Netherlands it did, it gave off a feeling of comfort, one that went well with the spirit of the Christian celebration. ______ wasn't bothered by the cold that lay outside of the comforts of the bed she was currently in, warms emanating from the man that lay next to her, as well as the everlasting smell of tulips that always seemed to linger off of him, no matter what. The _(e/c)_ eyed girl buried her face against his bare chest as the blond male tightened his arms around her waist, bringing her closer to him that most would find possib

Poppy and Gourmet Love! -______! _______! Where are you? – Bell shouted at the top of his lungs, looking for you. You snickered from within the tight closet of the house he owned that you were currently in, holding the "Royal Poppy" seeds that the Belgian teen was looking for. -______, I'm serious here! – You could even imagine his pout with those big almond eyes by the tone of his voice. – Give the seeds back! This is the perfect time to plant them! And Felicja is coming over today to help us plant them! Poppies are her royal flowers too! AWW, COME ON! ______! Get over here and---AAAH! You laughed as you opened the closet