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AmericaxReader: Sleep Talk
The light shone into the bedroom as you opened your eyes. An arm was draped over your waist you smiled and snuggled closer to the warmth that occupied your bed.
Tall. Blonde. Handsome. Nice smile. Great sense of humor (and not in the bad way). Yes, your boyfriend was Alfred Jones.
The first time the two of you met you had been dating his brother Arthur. But things never really worked out between you and the Brit. However you and Alfred continued to hang out, eventually things got more and more serious. Now the two of you were living together.
You studied his face. The thing that was missing, and what you found very sexy, were his glasses that were resting on the bedside table. Running your fingers through his hair you brushed his cowlick. He groaned and shuffled and bit.
Your eyes widened and you sat up. Who was that?
"Chris Evans….you were awesome in the Avengers," he said and turned over.
Giggling you patted his head and slipped back into bed and into his arms. Your boyfrie
F.A.C.E.xReader: Movie Night
"Artie, get the popcorn!" you shouted. "The movie's starting!"
"Don't call me that!"
Alfred pulled you onto his lap. "Come on babe; move over so Artie can sit down."
Francis gave a pervyish laugh as your face turned red.
"Ohonhon, you don't want to sit on Alfred's lap, who don't you sit on mine?"
"Shut up you perverted frog!"
"Guys the movie's starting," Matthew whispered.
A small voice from Matthew's bear asked, "Who are you."
Matt sighed, "I'm Matthew…"
"Dude, Matt, I didn't see you there!"
"Be quiet Alfie," you said using the nickname you knew he hated. His face turned red and he shut up.
After the movie was over Alfred jumped up and shouted, "THAT WAS AWESOME!"
You had fallen to the floor and on top of Francis.
"Mon cher, all you had to do was-."
"Knock it off," everyone said.
You ended up sitting on Francis's lap for the next movie which was England's choice. Casino Royale.
"That was pretty interesting," you said.
"My turn," Matthew said quietly.
Peace. Quiet. Serene. Relax.
All that ruined by one loudmouth Dane.
You opened your eyes and raised yourself from your comfortable position on Emil's lap. "What is it Mathias?"
"Come with me, let's go out drinking!"
"No," Emil said gently pulling you back to your original position, "__________ is tired. She needs to sleep."
You smiled gratefully and leaned back. Emil quietly stroked your (h/l) (h/c) hair.
Emily smiled, you seemed to belong there. In his arms, sleeping peacefully. He didn't regret getting up at the crack of dawn to pick you and Mathias up from the bar the two of you had been partying at last night. He would do anything for you. It wasn't long ago that he realized he loved you.
Mathias glared at Emil. Jealous over the close contact the two of you shared. In his opinion you were perfect for him; you would party with him and had a great sense of humor. In his mind you were his and Emil had no business touching you.
"_________, come on…."
Emil glared at Ma
SpainxReader: Just Childhood Friends
"__________, this is Toni," your mother said, "his mother and I have some business to discuss. Why don't you go play?"
You nodded and held your Bob the Tomato plushie tighter.
Toni was play with blocks with two babies, when he looked up you could see his eyes brighten. "Hi!"
You waved shyly.
"I'm Toni, who are you?"
"Do you want to play with me?"
You nodded and sat down.
He pointed to the two babies, "This is Lovi and Feli."
Bob creased as you held him tighter.
"Do you like tomatoes?"
Looking down you noticed he had noticed your toy. "Y-yes."
He smiled, he was missing his two front teeth, "I think you and I will become best friends."
Toni could remember to this day how he met __________. She was so shy when he first met her, now she was bubbly and outgoing like he was.
It had been around two years ago that he realized he didn't like ___________ anymore. There was no way he could ever view her as a friend ever again. He was in love with her, it was l
2p!CanadaxReader: Secret Admirer
Meet me at the corner café on Third Street at five o’clock.
- Your Secret Admirer
You stared, slightly scared, at your latest love letter from your secret admirer. You had been getting these for weeks, ever since your vacation to Niagara Falls. Opening a drawer your put the letter with the others; some of the letters had poetry, some were really romantic, and some just plain crept you out. One letter you swore had some blood on it.
“___________, I’m going out with Roderich I’ll see you later!” Eliza shouted on her way out the door. You gulped, you were alone tonight and some creepy stalker was expecting you to meet him at the café.
You looked at the drawer of creepy love letters and said, “Well I’m not an idiot.” With that you settled down on the sofa to watch TV.
About an hour later there was a knock at the door, “Hmm, must be the pizza.” You said reaching for your purse and grabbing th
You winced as you coach lifted your leg higher.
"Sorry ________, you're so close just hold it for one more moment," your coach said. You tried to smile as the stretching started to ache. "Ok…done."
You sighed in relief as you let your leg drop. "Great, now can I get back on the ice?"
Your coach looked at her watch, "You have about ten minutes before the Ailateh Hockey Team shows up for practice. Giddy with excitement at getting more time on the ice you ran to the rink. Skating circles around the rink you closed your eyes as the cold wind hit your face.
Meanwhile Matthew watched you skate. He sat in the penalty box watching dreamily as you did flips and twirls.
'She's so beautiful,' he thought, 'I wish she'd come over and talk to me…or maybe…' He carefully walked out of the penalty box and onto the rink. He was nowhere near as graceful as you were, but he did manage to make his way over to where you had stopped.
"Oh, hello there," you said. Then noticing his jersey you smiled sadly, "Oh
FrancexReader: Breakups Hurt
"I'm sorry __________, but it's just not working out," your boyfriend said.
You nodded, you really liked him. It was like losing a best friend or a dog, but you didn't love him.
"Sorry," he said and left.
Sitting on the park bench you felt small tears come to your eyes. The two od you had been together for half a year. Now it was over.
"Hello __________," a voice from behind snarled, "why are you crying. Did your boyfriend break up with you?"
You looked up at Francis with a curious eye, "Yes…why?"
He laughed, not a very nice one either, "Well it must be that you're so ugly. No one in his right mind would date you looking like that. He was right to dump you. You are so ugly."
A few more tears came to your eyes, "That's not why he said we just weren't working out and-."
"But was that what he meant? Believe me, you're ugly and no man is ever going to want you." With that he walked off.
You started to cry, maybe you were ugly…maybe you were.
"__________, I can't take any
PrussiaxReader: Boy Trouble
"Boys suck!" you groaned as you flopped on Gilbert's couch.
You started to whine. "Arthur broke up with me…again."
Gilbert joined you on his couch, "This is what the thirteenth time?"
You nodded, still face down on the couch. "That's why boys suck."
"I'm a boy!"
"But you're my friend," you groaned sitting up, "you don't count."
You moved to rest your head on his lap, "You know what I mean. So enough about me, how are you and Eliza getting along?"
He rolled his eyes, "She's back with Roderich."
"Yeah, apparently she loves him."
You patted his head, "It's alright Gil. Her relationship with Roderich is just like mine with Artie. They'll get break up and then get back together in a few days. So just get her when she and Roderich are having an off week."
"You know ___________, your relationship with Arthur isn't healthy."
"I know…but all guys just can't be as awesome as you," you said smiling.
Gilbert laughed, "I know!"
The phone rang, "I bet that's Arthur," yo
Pirate!EnglandxReader: Good Men Gone
"Al, Mat, get back here!" you shouted trying to call back your five year old twin sons.
Alfred and Matthew had run ahead on the beach, and out of your sights. "Ma! Ma! Look what I found!"
Alfred and Matthew soon came back within sights, Alfred holding in one hand, his brother's hand, and the other a sea shell. "It's beautiful Al."
"It's for you," he said putting it in your hand. Matthew let go of his twin's hand and grabbed onto your skirt.
"Mama, I wanna go home," he yawned, "I'm tired."
You looked up at the sun, "Well it does seem time for your nap."
Alfred jumped up and down, "I don't need a nap!"
Matthew reached up for you to carry him. "Mama…"
Making sure he had his teddy bear you picked him up and held him on your hip. With your other hand you took Alfred's hand, "Time to go Al. The beach can get mighty scary if you don't have someone to protect you."
"I'm not tired," he complained.
"You still need to get a nap while I make dinner," you said.
On the way back to your small cottage
Only You CanadaXArtist!ReaderThere was no sound to be heard. No screams, no gossip, giggles and whining were scarcly heard, if that.
It was, in your opinion, the best time of the day. After all, how could you focus on drawing when the girl who sits next to you in history won't shut up about Alfred's ass?
Oh yes, being in the art room, with a pad and a pencil, accompanied by that beautiful golden silence, was absolutly amazing. Well, it was silent, until the door was violently thrown open and the clack of three identical hot pink high heels echoed through the nearly deserted art room. Tearing your eyes away from the scetch pad, you looked up at the girls, and met three identical females with identical smirks plastered to their makeup covered faces. Ok, maybe they weren't completly identical, but all popular girls looked the same to you.
The tallest of the girls, with long blond hair and bright blue eyes, stepped forward and glanced at your scetch pad with a sneer. "Wh
Cocoa: Canada x ReaderYou knocked on the door of Canada's house, wanting to see your friend. You were a country, quite close to him in both friendship and border proximity. Since your name was kind of formal, he just called you _____. And you had gotten used to calling him Matthew or Mattie. He flung open the door, a hockey stick in hand.
Your (e/c) eyes widened in fear, "Mattie, it's just me!"
He breathed a sigh of relief, "Sorry, _____." You noticed his clothes were ruffled and creased as he rested the hockey stick against the wall beside him.
"I take it the meeting with the G8 didn't go too well?" you asked, stepping into his house while he shut the door behind you.
Canada nodded his head, "Russia sat on me the whole time!"
"Oh!" you said, wrapping your arms around him in a quick hug, "You poor thing! Did he hurt you?" With your head buried in his Canadian flag sweatshirt, you couldn't see the blush your actions brought to his face.
He hesitantly put a hand on your back, "N-No, I'm fine."
You smiled up a
Accidental love Canada x reader
It was morning. You didn't want it to be...there was school and you had gotten no sleep.
"___-chan, it's time to go! Hurry, you'll be late for class!"
Your room mate called out.
But you weren't going to go to class today. It wasn't your thing to skip class, but today was going to be different.
"Okay...you're taking too long! You can drive yourself to school!"
Your roommate left you alone.
You hopped out of bed and showered, deciding you'd hit a party instead...it would be the first you'd ever been to, and a party would be much more fun than grueling first-year college classes.
You go on your way. Your car took ages to start.
"Ah, here it is..."
A local, and well renowned pub.
As you walk in you immediately notice a man with glasses mocking a frail looking boy.
"Come on, brah! You can't even TRY to hold your liquor?"
"I-I'd rather not try...it...it just isn't my thing..." The frail boy shuttered.
The stronger looking man knocked him on the back of the head.
Smooth Move [ Canada x Reader ]
A beautiful day. Today was a beautiful day. Yet Germany had to ruin it by ordering the countries to come together. [Name] knew that this plan should work, that ideally the world would be a perfect place if all the countries came together to discuss problems to prevent fighting. Rather, fighting was inevitable in this building.
[Name] had arrived earlier than usual, and noticed a few empty chairs among the groups of people. There was a seat next to Romano, or South Italy, but he was looking moody as his olive green eyes scanned over the room, judging the rest of the countries with a scowl. [Name] supposed the empty seat was for Spain, for he had yet to arrive and he was one of very few people who could tolerate the easily-angered Italian.
There was a seat next to China, but he appeared to be in deep thought as he looked out the nearby window. His deep amber eyes were slightly fogged over, his eyebrows scrunched together as he pondered life's many questions. [Name] didn't want to bother
Request: CanadaXReader - Cooking Lessons
“This batch doesn’t taste right either!” You growled in irritation as you threw the newly made batch of pancakes in the trash wiping your hands on a kitchen towel and grumbled as you started to gather more ingredients for a new batch.
The reason for your frustration was because your best friend Matthew was coming over.
You both have been friends for years and truth be told, you had deeper feelings for the quiet Canadian, but you were afraid to confess to him in fear of getting rejected.
You suddenly heard a loud knock on your door and cursed as you quickly looked at the stoves digital clock to see it was noon, the time you told Mattie to come over.
You were so preoccupied with trying to get the pancakes you were going to serve him to taste like his, which you thought at this point was impossible to do that you lost track of time.
You made your way over to the door and thanked God that you at least made yourself look presentable for him. You opened the door and saw Mat
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Canada
"Hey dude, I thought I told you it was your turn. What are you doing still sitting over there?" Grinning wide, America pulled you to your feet. "Go on, get your item and get in the closet."
"Right, I'm going. I kind of forgot it was my turn." You reached your hand into the hat, and quickly pulled a small bit of stuffing from the hat. "Uh, who's is this?"
"That's actually my bears, whose name I forgot, but it's my item." Canada was standing behind you, blushing furiously.
"Well, you two had better get in the closet before that bear comes back looking for his fluff!"America walked you two to the closet. "I'll warn you if he shows up." With that you were locked inside the dark closet with Canada. You quickly found a spot in the corner and sat down, hoping to evade him for the seven minutes.
"You probably don't know who I am, so I'll introduce myself." He blushed awkwardly. "I'm Canada. "
"I know who you are, Canada. There's no need for introd
Batter and Babysitters - CanadaXReader
"Is it done yet!?" You whined, peeking over your bestfriend's shoulder as he mixed the batter.
"(Y/N)! I told you, it takes a while!" He blonde said, imitating your tone, but quieter. In response, you stuck your tongue out at him and turned around, about to leave when one of the kids came running in and tackled your legs. Playing along, you fell backwards and crashed into your friend Matthew, who in turn dumped the sticky mixture of batter everywhere.
You and Matthew Williams had been best friends since third grade. Now the two of you were second years in highschool, and learning to support yourselves and lead a life. You both talked to your parents and surprisingly, they went for the idea you proposed. See, you and Matthew wanted to be prepared for the world when you went to college. So, you two got an apartment and moved in together. It was simply wonderful; Matthew was the best roommate! He cleaned up your messes, helped you with your algebra homework, and didn't throw loud obnoxiou
Canada x readerCanada x reader
"Ouch" you said as you got hit by another low branch. Your legs were hurting but you knew you couldn't stop now. "Get back here!" You heard one of the men chasing you yell.
'In your dreams!' You thought before hiding behind a tree.
"Where did he go?!"
"I don't know!"
"We'll look for him!"
You silently giggled to yourself but you made sure not to make it to loud. You stopped as soon as you heard them getting closer. You tried to scurry away but twisted your ankle in the process. 'Shoot!' Your hoodie was probably covered with dirt now but that was the least of your worries.
'Maybe they didn't hear me fall' you thought your ray of hope still shining bright.
"Hey I think I heard something over here!"
'Crap! I guess this is the end huh.....' You looked around the dark Forrest. 'Just great' you then covered your eyes with your hands hoping the pain would just come and be done and over with. You then felt your self being picked up by the waist. You were about to let out
Connection- CanadaxReaderMatthew and I have one of those connections.
I'm not sure why; I guess it's because we're both so shy and so we don't say much.
It's alright though; between the two of us, we don't need to say much. We just kind of look at each other and know what the other is thinking.
So we have a lot of conversations that I guess someone on the outside would call telepathic. It's not accurate, but it's the best way I could describe it.
One day, Matthew came over to my house and saw me surfing the web.
"Hey, _______. What are you looking up?" he asked.
No telepathy yet, but give it a sec.
"The northern lights." I told him simply.
Still not there.
"Oh." he replied.
"Yeah. You know, one time I actually saw them from my own house. I could only see green, but it was such a beautiful, rare experience that I never forgot it."
Almost there people. Be patient.
He smiled. "That sounds really nice." he told me. So what you're saying is you'd like to see it again.
I smiled back. "Yeah."
CanadaxReader: Just The Boy Next Door
Matthew watch as his brother, as usual, got all the attention. Especially from ____________. He didn't know why he wasn't good enough for her to acknowledge, why he was always 'Alfred's brother'.
That's when it happened. Her gaze finally turned to him. Her face turned red as Alfred walked her over, "And this is my bro Canada!"
"H-hi," she said a blush prettily painting her cheeks.
She looked at him her (e/c) shining, "I'm _________." She held out her hand for him to shake, "Nice to meet you."
"Dude, __________'s been asking about you," America said, "She's been dying to meet you for weeks now."
It seemed impossible, but her face went to an even darker shade of red, "A-America…"
America laughed and ran off, "I'll leave you two love birds alone."
Canada's face also turned red, "Umm…__________."
____________ turned to face him, "Yes?"
"Would you like to go out sometime?"
"Is now good?" she asked.
Matthew smiled and took her hand, "Now is great."
Maybe he wasn't just the boy next d
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