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HetaliaxReader What Makes You Beautiful (Prologue)"So (Name), you going to the party at Alfred's later?" asked your best friend Elizabeta as you put all of your books into your locker.
"Hmm maybe, maybe not, we'll see." you replied, only half-listening to what she was saying.
"But (Name)! You must go! 'The Nations' are gonna be performing!"
Well that certainly caught your attention. 'The Nations' was a band started by Alfred, and were made up of a bunch of teenagers in your school. They were called 'The Nations' as all of the band members came from different countries, with the exception of a couple of them being from the same country. You were quite close with them, but don't talk to them much anymore since they spent of their time now practicing.
Eyes widening, you turned towards her and asked, "Even him?" referring to your crush.
"Of course! He is part of the band!"
" And that's why you gotta go (Name)! Come on, you still owe me. Either go to the party or I'll make yo-"
"F-fine, I'll go! Just don't mentio
Russia x Reader - My Christmas SunflowerP.S. You're a country~
"Russia!!" you yelled as you glomped him when you entered the meeting room early.
"Hello (Name)," he said to you happily, hugging you before moving back a little to give you some space. You were one of the few (if not only) countries that weren't scared of him.
You continued standing there smiling, making him a bit confused.
"Did you need something?" he asked awkwardly, yet somehow still smiling.
"What? Oh! Right, well," you said as you passed him the present, "Here's a gift for you! I know you don't celebrate Christmas on the 25th but I'll give you a present anyway."
Russia stared at you in shock. No one really gave him anything except his sisters (though he rejected all of Belarus').
"Thank you…" he said, hugging you,
"…My Christmas Sunflower."
Romano x Reader - Hot Chocolate"Here's some hot chocolate for you Lovi," you said, placing a cup in front of him.
"G-Grazie (N-Name)," he shivered, pulling the extra towel you lent him tighter around himself.
"No problem. So…why exactly did you come all the way here in this blizzard?" you curiously asked, gesturing towards the cold, open ground outside.
"W-well, I wanted to tell you something before I lost my damn courage to say it…" he stated, face turning a light shade of red.
"What is it?" you asked, tilting your head to the side a little, making Lovino blush even more.
"Well…I…I love you damn it!" he proclaimed, before smashing his lips against yours.
What Makes You Beautiful ~America Ending~"Oh, hey dude." smiled Alfred, looking at you, his bright blue eyes looking into your (Eye colour) ones.
"Hey Alfred..." you answered unsurely. I mean, he dedicated such a song to you, yet seemed so... oddly calm.
"So um…" you started awkwardly, not really knowing what to say in this kind of situation.
"Yeah? What is it dude? Come on, tell me anything!" he said, patting you on the shoulder with a smile.
"Um…why did you dedicate me that song?" you asked, unexpectedly causing Alfred to remove his hand from you, blushing madly.
"Well…I…um…wanted to see if, well…" he tried excusing himself, but gave up with a sigh.
"Because I love you (Name)," he finished, before starting to walk off.
"Alfred, wait!" you cried out, hugging him from behind, making him freeze in shock.
"…I love you too."
"You really mean it (Name)?" he asked, turning around as you let go.
"Yeah, I do," you smiled gently.
"…Awesome!" he cheered, laughing as he spun you around in the air, you giggling along with him.
"Oh, I go
Hetalia x Reader - Christmas CrushesYou were standing outside of your crush's door, holding a Christmas present. You wanted to enter, but with your already unsteady legs, you were already sure you would make a fool of yourself by falling in.
You tried to calm your nerves down, but trying not to think about your crush was making you more anxious. So instead, you tried thinking about him instead.
You remembered thinking about how he seemed to lighten up the room whenever he walked in, how fast your heart pounded when he smiled at you or even glanced at your direction, how he made your very soul-
You decided to stop thinking there, before you ended up spending the entire day at his front doorstep.
Finally calm enough, you knocked on the door and very soon there was the sound of someone making their way to the door and opening it.
Spain x Reader - Christmas Plushies"Chica!" called out Antonio, surprising you as he suddenly wrapped his arms around your from behind, practically glomping you.
"Toni! Hi!" you replied happily.
"Merry Christmas!" he said, handing you a present.
"Thanks! But can you open yours first?" you asked smiling, as you handed him your present.
"Oh ok. Gracias!" he told you, as he opened up the box to reveal…
"…A tomato plush?" he asked. You nodded, growing concerned as he just stared at it with wide eyes.
"Y-yeah…if you don't like it I could always-" you started but was interrupted by Antonio tackling you to the floor.
"(Name), Eres la mejor! Te amo! Te amo! Te amo!" he cheered happily.
"Haha I'm glad you liked your present," you said, amused.
"Sí, it's the best. Te amo (Name)," he repeated, giving you a sweet nose kiss.
America x Reader - A Hero's Present"Can I open them now (Name)? Pleeasssseeee?" begged your boyfriend, Alfred, on his knees with a puppy pout, staring wide-eyed at you like a little kid.
"Well, since everyone has left, go ahead," you said, making him cheer and start tearing up any presents that had his name on it.
"As excited as ever aren't you?" you said a bit sarcastically, but with a small smile.
"Haha! You bet!" he cheered, hands in the air, but suddenly stopped with a sad face, "I wish Artie was here though…"
You just responded by rubbing his back sympathetically. You weren't exactly sure what had happened between the two brothers and you also knew that both of them had forgotten how this had even started, but it seemed like one day the three of you were great friends and then when you went over to their house the next day they were screaming insults at each other, somehow ending up with Arthur moving back to England.
You still talked to Arthur over the phone sometimes, but neither of them ever wanted to speak to e
Sealand x Reader - Games and TraditionsP.S. You're a micronation too :3
"Hey (Name)!" called out Sealand as he saw you heading towards him.
"Sealand! Hi!" you replied back, waving.
"You came to play in the snow too?" he asked.
"Well, let's play then! Tag, you're it!" he said, throwing a snowball at you before running off, you soon following after.
~~~Several hours later~~~
You looked around warily, standing against the side of the tree. Sealand was 'it' again and you didn't know where he was.
'I don't hear anything…maybe he went home?' you thought, letting you guard down.
"I got you!" was the only thing you heard, before you were pushed down onto the cold, snowy ground.
"Ow! Sealand! That hurt…" you mumbled, rubbing your head.
"Oh! Oh my gosh! I'm sorry! Are you ok?" he asked, standing up, pulling you along.
"Y-yeah I'm fine. Hey, what's that?" you asked, pointing to the branch above you, making him blush a light pink.
Prussia x Reader - FairytaleLyrics
Years ago when I was younger
I kinda liked a girl I knew
She was mine and we were sweethearts
That was then, but then it's true
"Yo (Name)! The awesome me is here!" called out the self-proclaimed 12 year old Prussian, running up to you.
"Hey Gil!" you smiled back, eyes shining brightly, "What's up?"
"Oh, well, um…here…" he told you in a sort of low nervous-like tone, though you could only tell because you had known him for so long.
Your curious gaze went to his shaking hand, which held a bouquet of your favourite flowers.
"That's so sweet of you Gilbert! Thanks~!" you told him, smelling the fresh flowers.
"Well you know, there's nothing the awesome me can't do!" he bragged jokingly.
This was how the two of you used to get along.
I'm in love with a fairytale even though it hurts
'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind I'm already cursed
It always seemed like it would never end, all the hours s
Hetalia X Reader - Mistletoe Intro.
"Hm?" (name) went over to pick up the phone. "He-" "(name)! You got to come over! We're having the best christmas Party EVER!" The caller shouted in your ear before you could even say anything. Then the caller hung up. "What." You mumbled. You knew it was America, despite the fact he didn't say it was him.
You walked over to America's Surprisingly big 'house'. You called it a House. Other said Mansion. You opened the door to find everyone you knew. America; Obviously, England, France, North and South Italy, Spain, Russia, Switzerland- Everyone. But there were two that stood out.
Two males that looked alot like Belarus and Ukraine. Minus Ukraine and Belarus's Breasts, Belarus's Long hair and Russia's Scarf. Wait a minute. Russia IS wearing his Scarf. So, who...?
The Male that looked like Belarus noticed you staring at him and he walked over to you. The both of you stood in silence there. "H-Hi..." You squeaked. The Male Blinked. "Hey." He replied. "Uh...What's your name?" Y
Follow Me Abused! Belarus X ReaderWhen darkness falls
And surrounds you
When you fall down
When you're scared, and you're lost
"Why? Why does he keep doing this?" I ask myself as I walk around aimlessly on this cold street, which will eventually become my icy grave. There is an upside to the cold, though. My body is so numb; I can no longer feel my broken ribs, my once throbbing cheekbones and my left shoulder, that was dislocated by him. But what hurts most can not be numbed with the freezing temperatures. My already fragile heart that I solely offered him, is now shattered in my chest. It feels like the broken pieces of it somehow evaporated into thin air so there would be no love left in me. At least, not for him. But I can't even begin to think of someone else to fill that void in the future. Because, what future do I really have left?
I'm, coming to hold you now
Just when I begin to fade away, I think I hear something. A few things actually. Footsteps, a feminine voice calling, no, screaming my name, and
HetaliaxReader That is my boyfriend- start“HAHAHAHA YOU DON'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND YOU ARE FOREVER ALONE” a girl yelled. Well damn. She was right. You never have a boyfriend once and you are going to graduate next year. Now every popular girl is going to make fun of you. But you did lie to them that you have a boyfriend once. They didn't believe you, but instead they make fun of you and pair you up with some creepy nerd from your class. You could just shiver from the thought you and him together. Ew...Gross snot from his nose and the weird thing he always said. Damn you want to hurry up and get a boyfriend fast!--
“I wish I could have a sexy boyfriend that can be protective and claim to everyone I am his property...” You whispered to yourself.
“Did I heard someone said they want a sexy boyfriend” A sexy man that is around the age 30 pop out of no where said.
“U-um...” You tried to say something but you don't know what to say
“Oh! So it was you am I right?” The sexy m
CountryxReader Summer Camp (Series) INTROA long, displeased sigh escaped your lips as you took a seat in one of the empty wooden chairs. It was the beginning of your two weeks at Camp Hetalia. You never liked going to summer camp, it always made you so insecure and unpleasant about yourself. All the skinny and bubbly teenage girls flaunting themselves around in their short-shorts and tank tops, the teenage boys showing their muscled chest and being a perv to everyone girl they meet.
It was hell.
You tried to think happy thoughts, it was only two weeks, right? It'll be over in no time.
Your thoughts were certainly interrupted by the head counselor, Alfred.
"Welcome back dudes and dudettes to another Summer of Camp Hetalia!" His statement was followed by cheers of the girls and the boys. You just gave a roll of your (e/c) eyes. Idiots.
"I know you're familiar with the rules, so I'm sure I don't have to go over them, yeah? Good. Alright now, let's get into our groups, shall we?" Counselor Alfred said and pulled out
Hetalia x Chubby Reader The bet intro.Hetalia x Chubby Reader The bet intro.
I went to Poland’s house because he wanted to talk. I was a little suspicious on how he sounded.
I am like totally happy (Name) is coming over. Oh look she is here.
“Like hi (Name).”
“So what did you want to talk about?”
“Well I wanted to play a card game with you more than talk.”
“Fine with me.”
I smirked on the inside (Name) had no way of knowing what I had planned up my sleeve. Either way she would loose the card game because I’m going to cheat.
“Yes?” she said as she sat down in front of the cards.
“Well I was thinking of making this game more interesting.”
“If I win you have to wear what ever I say for tomorrow.”
“And if I win you have to wear all blue manly clothes and say pink sucks.”
BTT x Reader - Untouchable (Intro)You were it, the last girl. The only girl the BTT (Bad Touch Trio) had not been able to seduce and they hated it. The way it seemed that no guy was good enough for you, that everyone was your friend, and no one hated you. They hated it, but loved it at the same time. They had slowly fallen in love with you but you would not fall for their tricks.
It was senior year and this year, it seemed all the guys were trying to get you to finally go out with one of them. When they were not confessing their love, you were finding love letters in your locker. Sure, you would think that having all the guys swoon over you would be the greatest thing ever but after a while, it kind of gets annoying. The worst part is, you agreed that if the guy you really liked asked you to prom you would say yes to him.
You sighed as the sixth person today asked you to the dance and you declined. You carelessly threw your books into your locker and suddenly heard footsteps getting closer. You shut the l
Hetalia Booty shorts (Country X Chunky reader)Quick Note: This is a new story series I thought of this while wearing my booty shorts. I only wear them to bed so I thought this would be very entertaining. Oh and if you don’t know what booty shorts are they are short-shorts that go to your butt.
So you have a boyfriend that you live with. Now you are in a predicament. You usually wore long sweat pants to bed and a t-shirt. But, tonight was different. Your clothes that you usually wore to bed had to be washed. The thing is you only had one outfit to wear and you were not happy with it. It was a pair of black booty shorts and a form-fitting (fav. color) camisole that can be worn as a shirt.
“Shit!” You were now sitting in your restroom cursing at what you had to wear. You had the clothes on and were looking at the full body mirror in disgust.
“I really look terrible.” But
Hetalia 7 minutes in heaven introNow this was a damn shame.
Here you were, in a house full of grown ass men (and a few women because you refused to go to... Whatever the hell this was, if it was just gonna be a sausage fest), coming to some kind of consensus on playing perhaps one of the dumbest, middle-school aged game ever created.
7 minutes in heaven.
Someone please, kill me you mentally begged. Not that there wasn't a certain guy you had your eye on here... But this was stupid...
Seeing your despair, Alfred popped up behind you and patted you on the back.
"Come on, ______! It'll be fun!"
"Maybe if I was like, 14. At our age, it's kind of silly."
(insert best friend's name here) then appeared by your shoulder)
"But you could end up getting-"
You covered her mouth. "Don't say it!" you threatened, then removed your hand.
"Pfft. As if it isn't already obvious." she teased.
"Oh, so ______ has a crush?" Alfred asked. He tended to state the obvious. "You know, everyone else is on board... You wouldn'
:::Cute Magic::: Prologue Country x ReaderSitting quietly at the table during the conversation (Name) looked around the room. She saw Ludwig, who was yelling at everyone in the room, but was failing to catch some people's attention. Then there was Arthur Kirkland and Francis Bonnefoy, who were at each other's necks literally. There was also Alfred F. Jones, who was screaming out his own opinion and not taking "No" for an answer, and Kiku Honda, who was simply agreeing with everything the other man said.
She sighed. It didn't look like this conversation was getting anywhere.
"You bloody frog, now you'll get it!" Arthur growled, grabbing his spell book (where ever it came from).
"You say that like you could actually do a spell correctly!" Francis laughed.
"We'll see about that." He smirked as he opened the book to a specific page. "Verterunt hoc persona in prolem!" Arthur chanted.
Let me tell you one thing. He missed. Arthur went right over Francis's head. A bright light immediately got everyone's attention. And when everyone lo
Hetalia x Reader - School Tutoring (Prologue)"Hello Mrs. (Last Name)," your teacher said to you as you entered the classroom.
"Hi teach," you said casually.
"Here to help out again?" she asked.
"Yup," you replied simply, waiting for her to get the form out.
See, since you usually scored straight A's in school (with the occasional B every now and then), you were asked to help tutor sometimes in school. It also pays some many, and since you were nearly broke, you had figured it was a good deal.
"So which subject do you want to tutor for today?"
"Hm…" you contemplated, tapping your finger against your chin before finally deciding to pick…
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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