Alfred hummed happily to himself as he grabbed his books and calculator from his locker. He shoved everything into his backpack and grabbed one last thing out of his locker before closing it and hurrying down the hallway. It was finally the end of the week and he and Arthur were going back to his place to hang out for the weekend.
“Hey Gil!” the American called to his friend as he passed him, “do you know where Iggy’s at?” Gilbert snorted as they both turned and walked backwards towards the opposite ends of the hallway.
“Kesese! Eyebrows? I zink he’s in one of ze student cou
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CanadaxReader: Not Healthy!
I walked down the street, trying not to fall asleep as I trudged along through the thin snow. A long, hard day at work, coupled with my thin, freezing cold form wasn’t the best combination in the world. I’d stop eating as of late, partially out of unhappiness with my own looks, but also out of stress. My boss was killing me at work. I’d made it past irritable and was just dead tired now.
“Mattie,” I called as I walked into the house, “I’m home.” I heard pot and pans moving in the kitchen and knew the Canadian was cooking. I poked my head into the kitchen and smiled tiredly. &ld
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pirate!EnglandxReader - Cruisin' 1
I wobbled slighly, grabbing onto the railing around the walkway as a particularly large swell hit the side of the ship. Good thing I took my heels off, I thought as I continued towards the casino. I wasn't much for gambling, but there was a perfect little area across and off to the side that had the perfect place to watch the ocean water slap against the ship. I'd decided to go down there and relax a bit after supper. I was so glad to have been able to change out of my dress and into jeans and a long sleeve shirt.
It was the last night we were going to be on the ship. We were going to be docked tomorrow but we were going to be there later
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blind!ReaderxFrancis: Unseen Love - Epilogue
“Chérie! Je suis à la maison! (I’m home!)” I looked up from my notebook and smiled as Francis walked into the living room. I looked him up and down, never resisting the urge to look at every inch of him. “‘Ello amour,” he said as he walked over to me. I stretched, letting my legs take up more of the couch where I was lounging.
“Hello dear,” I mumbled, yawning as he sat down beside me. He rested a hand on my slightly swollen stomach and kissed my cheek.
“Guess who ‘as decided to invite ‘imself over?” he muttered softly, tracing my h
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AmericaxReader: It's My Birthday!
I groaned, leaning against the bar as I watched everyone rush outside to watch the fireworks that were booming and shimmering in the night sky. I turned as a bottle of beer was set down on the glass bar beside me. “It’s on the house,” the bartender said. I smiled gratefully and took a swig. The place was almost nearly empty for the moment.
I had never been one to celebrate the fourth. I was glad we had our independence and everything, but… eh, I don’t know. My family had never done while I was a kid and I hadn’t kept up anything as I gotten older and moved out on my own. It was just a lot
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GermanyxReader: No More 2
“Luddy!” I called, stretching my arms up over my head as I walked into the house. I set my laptop case down by the door and shrugged out of my suit jacket and tossed it onto the couch. I heard a refrigerator door slam and made my way to the kitchen. “Really Gil? How many times are you going to break into our house? Is it not enough to see me every day as your secretary enough?” I asked, leaning against the door frame. The albino looked up, bottle of beer in hand, and grinned.
“Vell, it’s impossible to resist ze urge since you now live vight next door,” he said, walking up to me and t
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PrussiaxReader: Not Healthy!
“Hey frau!” I tilted my head back from my position on the floor to see the front door burst open. Gilbert ran into the living room and looked around before spotting me on the ground. “Vhat are you doing on ze floor?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. I was laying on my back with my arms crossed over chest and my feet tucked under the sofa.
“Sit ups,” I replied simply, pulling my feet back and rolling onto my stomach. My ribs ached as they pressed harshly against the carpeted floor. Gilbert quirked an eyebrow and shrugged.
“Okay zen. Anyvay, mein awesome friends are com
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RomanoxReader: Not Healthy!
“Bella!” I didn’t get the chance to turn around as Feliciano glomped me from behind. He jumped on my back and I stumbled forward from the impact. “Bella! Will-a you go the World-a Meeting with me and fratello next-a week?” he asked excitedly.
“Get off-a her Feli!” Romano yelled at his younger brother. Feliciano hopped off and I leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath. I’d been staying with the two Italians for the past few weeks because my landlord kicked me out of my apartment. I knew he hated me, but anyway, I never knew what Lovino put up with all day long until
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AntonioxReader: Not Healthy!
“_______! Mi cariño! I’m home!” Antonio called as he walked inside his house. He dropped his briefcase and travel bags on the sofa and slid out of his jacket, leaving him in his dress pants and crisp, white, button-up shirt. The bright white of his shirt made his tan skin seem all the darker. “_______!”
“Toni?” I yelled. I pushed away from my computer and rushed out of the room. I trudged down the carpeted hallway to the living room, trying not to trip on my overly large sweats. I straightened my long sleeve shirt so it wasn’t dangling off my shoulder. My eyes widened as I to
SpainxReader
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PruCan - Triceps
Matthew sat his bag down next to his chair, pulling out a small spiral ringed notepad as he sat down. He grabbed a freshly sharpened pencil and pen and flipped the notebook open to a new sheet. It was the first day of his live as a college student and he figured he might as well start it out with a doodle or two. As people slowly began filing into the classroom, Matthew was usually an early riser and had nothing better to do than get to class early, he had sketched a small picture of his pet polar bear.
He was so engrossed in shading the picture he almost didn’t notice the man that took a seat next to him. He glanced o
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PrussiaxReader: Not Healthy!
“Hey frau!” I tilted my head back from my position on the floor to see the front door burst open. Gilbert ran into the living room and looked around before spotting me on the ground. “Vhat are you doing on ze floor?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. I was laying on my back with my arms crossed over chest and my feet tucked under the sofa.
“Sit ups,” I replied simply, pulling my feet back and rolling onto my stomach. My ribs ached as they pressed harshly against the carpeted floor. Gilbert quirked an eyebrow and shrugged.
“Okay zen. Anyvay, mein awesome friends are com
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FrUK: Aristocat 4
Please read the description after!
Francis, Arthur and the kittens all swayed along with the motion of the small truck as he rumbled along. It drove through the country side and over a small river as Arthur looked around. He spotted a large container in the back and grinned.
“Anyone for breakfast?” he asked the kittens. They all looked at him, eyes wide and mouths watering.
“What breakfast?” Alfred asked, hoping onto his hind legs for a moment. “Where is it?” Michelle pushed. Arthur chuckled.
“Right under that magic carpet,” he told them, gesturing to the cov
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SuFin: Dancing
Tino kissed Peter’s forehead and told him goodnight and watched as Berwald did the same. They waved to him before walking out the door and closing it silently behind them. The small micronation tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable spot to sleep but failing. He sighed and flopped back into his pillows. Maybe he could go get Berwald and get him to read him a bedtime story. He contemplated the idea of going to get one of his parents, but stopped as he heard a light, soft tune playing outside his door.
He laid very still against his mattress, listening to the older, traditional Scandinavian music that was making
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PolandxReader: Stilettos
“Pick up the phone Pole,” I muttered into the receiver of my cell phone, tapping my toes against the floor as I stared distracted into my closet. I heard the line pick up and pulled it away from my ear. The loud Polish flowed from the speaker for a good five minutes before Feliks finally ran out of breathe.
“Like what the hell?! Why are you like, calling this early in the morning?” he demanded. I snorted and looked at my alarm clock.
“It’s eleven o’ clock Feliks,” I said, pressing the phone between my ear and shoulder so I could pull a tank top off the hanger.
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Kinda FACE? 'Why are you fighting?!'
“Alright bro, you ready?” Alfred asked Matthew as they sat together at the conference table where the World Meeting had yet to begin. The Canadian held back a giggle and nodded as he and Alfred watched Francis and Arthur bicker beside them. Alfred looked around, wondering how many nations would look at them.
“Hey Al!” The American looked up and saw Gilbert walking towards him. He grinned threw his hand up for a high five. Matthew smiled softly when the albino winked at him.
“Hey Gil. What’s up?” he asked. The Prussian shrugged and jerked his head back at his younger broth
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ScotlandxReader: For The First Time
She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart, while I'm drinking jack all alone in my local bar, and we don't know how. How we got into this mad situation, only doing things out of frustration.
Trying to make it work but man these times are hard
Allistor sighed as he slumped onto his usual bar stool. He ran a hand through his red hair, clenching his fingers before looking up. He nodded to the slim man behind the bar and a dusty bottle was set in front of him. He thanked him and twisted top off with ease. He took a swing of the liquid and savored the burn the alcohol left in his throat. He rested his hand in his cheek and scrunched
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USUK: Bathroom Blues by CountrygalxHetalia, literature
Literature
USUK: Bathroom Blues
Alfred hummed happily to himself as he grabbed his books and calculator from his locker. He shoved everything into his backpack and grabbed one last thing out of his locker before closing it and hurrying down the hallway. It was finally the end of the week and he and Arthur were going back to his place to hang out for the weekend.
“Hey Gil!” the American called to his friend as he passed him, “do you know where Iggy’s at?” Gilbert snorted as they both turned and walked backwards towards the opposite ends of the hallway.
“Kesese! Eyebrows? I zink he’s in one of ze student cou
I stood in the bathroom, washing my hands and checking my reflection in the mirror before I left for class. I reached down to grab my purse when a black and red blur rushed past me. I stumbled and nearly fell over but managed to right myself and looked around bewilderedly. I pulled my purse over my shoulder as I listened to some guys shouting outside the doorway.
“Damn, he went into the girl’s bathroom again didn’t he?” somebody asked, their voice whiney. I quirked an eyebrow and looked around for the person who’d shot past me as I listened to the boys, judging by their voices, bicker outside. &
USUK: Highway Don't Care by CountrygalxHetalia, literature
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USUK: Highway Don't Care
“That is it!!” Arthur’s words echoed through the house as Alfred watched the door slam shut behind the blonde. The anger quickly faded from his mind and was replaced with fear and regret. What had he done? He ran after the Brit, throwing the door open and following Arthur into the onslaught of pouring rain.
“Arthur!” he yelled, watching as the car started up and pulled out of the driveway. Tears welled in his blue eyes as he watched the tail lights vanish behind the sheets of rain and he nearly fell to his knees. He trudged back up to the house, shutting the door and sliding down it.
He
USUK Time is Love by CountrygalxHetalia, literature
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USUK Time is Love
Arthur stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. He’d been completely worn out last night, much thanks to Alfred, and hadn’t woken up until really late this morning. He looked over at the clock and groaned at the time. It was almost twelve o’ clock. There was no point in even trying to go to work now. He grumbled slightly and listened carefully.
Alfred must’ve been at work already. The bloody prat had gotten up and actually gone to work. He huffed as he looked around for something to eat. He flipped on the small radio that sat on the counter top, wanting to hear something other than th
Arthur walked through the chilly evening air towards his flat. He was so tired he was practically dead on his feet. He was walking home from work and he could barely keep his eyes open. He’d had a ton of paperwork to finish as well as complete all the meaningless tasks his boss had given him. He was stumbling over himself to get home.
The door to his home came into view and he reached into his pocket for his keys. He unlocked the door and tripped inside. He was thankful for the warmth. Being the nation of Britain, Arthur was used to the cold seeing how it rained all the time, but he never said no to the welcoming hea
ArthurxAlfred: I Won't say I'm In Love by CountrygalxHetalia, literature
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ArthurxAlfred: I Won't say I'm In Love
“Angleterre, do be a dear and tell me where your pain killers are,” Francis moaned, dragging himself into the kitchen. The personification of England looked over his newspaper and cup of tea, He snorted at the sight of France. His blonde, usually luxurious, hair was a tangled mess and his crystal blue eyes were drooping and bloodshot.
“Well, aren’t you just the picture of perfection this morning. In the cupboard to your left,” Arthur told him, unable to resist the chance to tease the French nation. Arthur’d had to drive out last night to pick up the BTT from the bar they were at after a
ArthurxAlfred: You'll be in My Heart by CountrygalxHetalia, literature
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ArthurxAlfred: You'll be in My Heart
“I’ve heard enough!” Arthur said loudly stopping France in his tracks. The nation stared at England with wide blue eyes. “I’m going for a walk,” he said, walking briskly to the exit of France’s cabin.
“Oh no you don’t you-” Francis began, grabbing hold of Arthur’s wrist. He simply snatched it out of them Frenchman’s hold.
“I’m not going to look for the boy,” he growled, glaring over his shoulder at France. “I simply want to go for a walk and clear my head you bloody prat.” He threw the door open and left, leaving b