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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.
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
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
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
SwitzerlandxReader: Final Exams
"I. Hate. (least favorite subject)." You said sitting your head on your desk for every word.
Your friend patted you on the back, "It's ok ____________ you'll do fine."
You wanted to glare at her. 'Yeah she has nothing to worry about. I mean she skipped two grades!' "It's not like you have anything to worry about, you're really smart."
She blushed, "Well I do ask Vash to help me sometimes…maybe he can tutor you today after school."
"Hmm, studying with Vash…sounds awful."
"Why?" Lili asked.
"He's so mean!"
"But you're dating him," Lili said laughing slightly.
You groaned and let your head hit your desk again, "Yeah, I like him when he isn't trying to teach me anything. Last time we went to the shooting range he spent a whole hour lecturing me on how to hold the riffle."
Lili giggled, "Just give it a try. You got nothing to lose."
"Except my sanity," you mumbled.
~At the Zwingli residence~
"(lease favorite subject) isn't that hard," Vash said.
You gave him a puppy dog face, "Can I please
IcelandxReader: That Thin Line
That strange feeling you got whenever his was around. The urge to stand near him and run away at the same time. All this time you had assumed it loathing. The way two of you could fight about nothing for hours. All this time you thought you hated him. At times the two of you would just plain glare at each other, all this time meant nothing.
"I think I want to die," you moaned into the pillow as your sister Lili tried to console you.
"__________, I'm sure Emil is sorry for picking that fight, can't you just get along."
"I won't go back to school Lili, he's there."
Lili sighed, "The two of you have always hated each other, I don't see why now is any dif…rent…_________."
She took a deep breath, "I hate to ask thing, but…are you…by any chance…in love with Emil?"
You looked up from the pillow with puffy red eyes, "Maybe…"
Lili squealed, "Oh __________ this is wonderful!"
"No it's not!" you shouted crying again, "He hates me!"
"Just stop treating him badly and make up," she shook you
AmericaxReader : Gone Gone Gone
Gone, gone the girl in brocade,
Gone the words we might have said.
Howl winds because she is dead,
and gone, gone, gone.
- Gone Gone Gone By The Gothic Archies
He had won his freedom.
He had lost his brother.
He had gained liberty.
But he had lost the person he loved the most, forever.
It was a few years before the start of the long war. America always remembered her smile. The nation swore that if she wished it she could get the whole world to stop fighting by just giving them a smile.
Her (hair length) (hair color) hair shone in the sun. When the light hit her creating a halo, revealing the angel creature she was.
America loved her more than anyone. Now she was gone, and it was all his fault.
~Before the War~
“Alfred, this is _____________, she is going to be your companion while I’m away,” England told the young colony.
The little girl waved shyly. She was no older than ten; America at that time appeared to be twelve.
America blushed. She was pretty. With that Engl
EnglandxReader: My Knight in a Green Sweater
"That's not funny Francis," you said reaching for your crown, "give it back!"
"Aww does the little princess want her stupid little tiara back?"
You started to cry, "My tiara isn't stupid, give it back!"
Francis continued to torment you until someone called out, "Give it back Francis…"
"Ohonhon, is the little black sheep trying to play the hero?"
"I said give it back to her," Arthur snapped.
Francis dropped your crown, breaking it, and ran off.
You continued to cry.
"I-I'm sorry," Arthur said.
You looked at him, "It's not your fault."
Arthur blushed and took your hand, "I'll make it up to you. Let's go make you a new one."
He led you to a bunch of field flowers and started to string them together, "Here." He placed the crown on your head.
You blushed, "T-thank you…Artie."
"Give me back my book Francis!"
"Not until you agree to go on a date with moi."
You growled and tried to climb over him to get your book, "I'll claw your eyes out! Give me back my book!"
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
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.
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
The Letter 'L': Canada x ReaderYou were walking into first grade, terrified. Kindergarten was all fun and games, mostly, but this was serious. You were in a multiage class with some older kids this year. What if you couldn’t make any friends? You decided to talk immediately to the first person that caught your eye, to at least forge a half ways decent friendship by lunchtime. There was a kid with a small yellow bird you thought was cute, and you almost went over to him to see it, but he turned around and you saw his red irises. Immediately you thought Vampire! and scurried off somewhere else. There was a boy with a small sheet tied around his neck yelling about being a hero. Near him was some blonde boy with big eyebrows talking enthusiastically to his imaginary friends. And on the other side of the room there was some little girl, or maybe it was a boy, skipping around singing about pasta and boots, with some scary blonde child hollering really loud. Everything was loud, and you were starting to get ov
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Canada
You pull a Small bit of stuffing from the hat. "Uh, who's is this?"
"That's actually my bears, who's 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. "I'm Canada… "
"I know who you are." You had always had a crush on him; of course you would know his name.
"R-really? Wow, that's cool. I know your name too, your "_____" I think it's a really pretty name." He moved a little closer to where you were huddled.
"Thanks, sorry, I'm not good at these kinds of things." You could feel your face growing warm, you had never been so happy it was dark before.
Go the Distance
"Hey Matthew?" You quietly asked as you softly knocked on his door, and stepping on to the maple hard-wood floor.
"O-Oh h-hey, _____." The quiet Canadian stuttered upon your arrival.
"What's up?" You asked awkwardly standing in the middle of the red and white room, Kumajiro was happily napping in Matthew's lap.
"N-Nothing, j-just thinking." He shyly said looking down at the sleeping bear. "Y-You can sit down. O-Only i-if you want t-to though."
"Well you seemed pretty deep in thought, you can tell me you know right?" You stated placing your hand on his and sitting next to him, a rosy blush spread across the Canadian's usually pale cheeks.
"T-The other countries didn't notice me at the meeting again." He whispered.
''I'm sorry Mattie." You sadly sad resting your head on the blushing Canadian's shoulder.
"D-Do you want to know something _-_____?" He stuttered again.
"Yeah, sure what?" You asked gazing into his tear filled violet hued eyes.
"I-I h-have often d-dreamed of a place, w-w
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
I taste maple syrup... 2p!Canada x ReaderWarning: I swear in this one too. But I don't give a shit anymore. See, I just swore in a warning about swearing...
Your boyfriend broke away from the kiss with frown on his face. Staring back at him you tried to keep the sheepish look off your face. “Is something wrong, Matt?” you asked.
“We didn’t have pancakes for breakfast.” he said.
Damn it, you thought, he knows.
You just frowned trying to keep an innocent look on your face, “So?”
“I taste maple syrup.” Matthew said, catching your lips again. You knew it might be better to keep your mouth shut, but you couldn’t resist your sexy Canadian boyfriend. When he finally pulled back, he said, “I definitely taste maple syrup.” You nodded on instinct, still lightheaded.
He leaned down and started to kiss your neck, making you moan. “Did you make pancakes without me?” he asked. Unable you speak you just shook your head. “Then what troub
Inside The Cocoon. Canada X reader
You sat at home rather bored on a warm, lazy Saturday morning wishing for something to do. You had read all your books, beaten all your video games, and the next episode of your favorite anime didn't come out until Thursday. You slumped deeper into the couch and let out a long sigh. Maybe something was on TV. As you reached for the remote you heard your phone go off, it was Canada, you quickly answered. "Hey Canada, whats up?"
His voice was so quiet on the other end you had to turn your phone up just to hear him. "Nothing really." He paused. "I, I wanted to know if you were busy today. There's a new butterfly sanctuary opening by Niagara falls, and I'd really like to take you, if you'd like to go that is.
"Sure, that would be great. "
You could hear him smiling through the phone. "Okay, I'll head right over then. See you soon." Canada arrived not long after you two hung up. The ride there was a bit awkward and quiet, luckily it was also very short. The two o
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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