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DenmarkxReader: Settle for King Charming?

"This is so stupid," your best friend/crush muttered as you watched The Little Mermaid. "Cut out her tongue!" he shouted and you elbowed him in the chest.
"Mat this is supposed to be a kid's movie!"
"Well in the REAL version the sea witch cut out her tongue."
You made a face, "Mat that is so gross!"
He scowled and continued to watch the movie.
"Stop being such a baby," you said throwing a popcorn carnal at your friend.
A half hour later Mat was ranting again about the movie.
"The mermaid does not marry the prince!"
You groaned. "Mat, it's just a movie."
"Well its wrong!"
"What's wrong about living happily ever after with prince cha

Denmark X Reader - Teacher's Pet

Teacher!Denmark X Student!Reader – Teacher's Pet

You grit your teeth at the rising noise level around you yet again, barely restraining the urge to kick back your chair and scream at the noisy crowd behind you.

It was early. You had an assignment to finish by three o'clock and classes to get through in the meantime. The library was supposed to be a quiet place to study, not a place for students to socialize. This was your only free period of the day! You try to contain the growl that wants to escape the confines of your lips and instead take a deep breath in an attempt to calm down.

"Hey! _____!"

You let out a small whimper as the cr

Denmark x Reader - Such a Hand Full"What... the... hell" You mumbled as you saw a passed out Denmark laying on your couch. He had a bottle of beer in one hand and was snoring loudly. He was even drooling.
You had just come from work to find your house a mess from a most-likely drunk Denmark. You took your soaked jacket off and hung it up, then took your shoes off and walked over to the sleeping Danish man.

"Mathias... Wake. Up." You growled, pissed from having to take the prep's shift at work. You sighed as he didn't wake up. You walked to the closet and pulled out a pillow and blanket and walked back to him, lifting his head and putting the pillow there, then letting his he

DenmarkXReader Saying I Love You

"Norway, man, you've got to help me! We are buddies right?!" Denmark yelled and knocked on Norway's door. It was early in the morning but he didn't care, he had more important things to worry about. "Come out Norge!" he yelled even louder and tried the door knob to find it locked. A mischievous smirk crossed his face and he quickly turned and ran back to his own bedroom before picking up just what he needed. "I'm coming in," Denmark announced and swung the object he had obtained at the door knob, effectively slicing off the doorknob on his side of the door with his large ax. A string of curses in Norwegian could

Denmark x Reader: SweeterThe…the sun is so bright… you find yourself thinking as you open your eyes to the white sky as your heart pounds against your skull. Your body hurts terribly. And why…does it smell like a Danish?

Fear creeps throughout your body, and you shoot up, realizing that the "white sky" is the ceiling and the bright sun is only coming in through the windows thrown wide-open. And the aroma of apple Danish is coming from the kitchen…but it isn't your kitchen. You're not even in your own room, your own house.

And your head hurts. You've only once ever experienced this crappy feeling, and with the lack of memories of last night, your

SwedenxReader: Snow Angel

The cold nipped at your fingers and toes as you made your way through the bitter cold of this frozen wasteland. You had managed to run away from Mr. Russia, but a burning paranoia kept telling you that he was right behind you.
You felt a small coating of ice on your face. You had been crying in the snow. Your country was going to die; you didn't have much energy left.
"Please, help me," you wept and collapsed from exhaustion.

~Time Skip brought to you by Finland; Told you Santa was real!~

The first thing you noticed was that you were warm. Thick blankets were draped over you, your eyes slowly opened to reveal a tall man with blonde hair p

Babysitting (DenmarkXReader)Longest fic ever!!

Please comment and enjoy ^^

Also Belgium and the Netherlands as kids made me squee!! >.<

You squealed as a splash of freezing water drenched you. Loud childish giggles followed it and your eyes shut, you searched for the source of the laughter and grabbed hold of it. "Stop it! Put me down, down!"

The small child yelled at the top of her voice. Her brother laughed so hard he tilted over backwards, creating more waves on the tiny pool. "Bella! Zus!Help!" He called, spluttering. The blond girl turned and rescued her brother, pulling him to his feet.

You giggled as they splashed about. This wasn't the first time you'd baby

Prisoner :Soldier!DenmarkXPrisoner!Reader: Prisoner

"Here is your debriefing on the latest prisoner, Kohler," The higher up handed the piece of parchment to the solider with the crazy blonde hair and bright blue eyes, who was looking bored as always. "Make sure they get what they deserve. Their crime is despicable—it's a relief they will be executed by the end of the week."

Matthias Kohler nodded and saluted in an uninterested manner, turning around and marching down the dark tunnel of the prison, listening to the sound of his boots echoing on the damp rock floor. He gazed down at the paper in his eyes, eyes skimming the terms of impr

DenmarkXPregnant!Reader-RegretOh no.

That was the only thought running threw your mind as you tightly held the thin stick in your hand that was marked with two red line.

Two lines that indicated there was a baby growing inside you.

"Oh god," You whispered, tears threatened to fall. "Why, why now? Why at all?"

You dropped the pregnancy test to the bathroom floor and gripped your (h/c) hair in your hand.

"...How am I gonna tell him...?" You wondered aloud as the thought of your Danish boyfriend, Mathais Køhler.

After a few more minutes of wallowing in thought, you unlocked the bathroom door and slowly stepped out. You swallowed the lump in your throat, again, and took

Love Sick Heroines: Think of Me (DenmarkxReader)Think of Me
DenmarkxReader

You put the phone down with a shaky hand, tears pricking in the corners of your (e/c) eyes. Your lips pressed together in a firm line as you tried to keep the salty water from spilling down your flushed cheeks. The guy who had stuck with you since 3rd grade; Mathias Kohler, was leaving. Falling backwards, you landed roughly on your bed and let out a single wail.

No longer able to hide the tears, you clutched your phone to your chest and sobbed. He was really leaving. You had know it was going to happen for nearly four years now, you had just prayed you'd be able to tell him how you felt before he left.

But yo

DenmarkxReader: Confessions Gone Wrong

"____________, he's no good for you!" shouted your best friend Mathias.
You got red in the face, "That's just your opinion!"
"No it's a fact," he said darkly.
Tears came to your eyes. For a while you had been dating Tim (Netherlands), and your friend obviously didn't approve. Now you were in a big fight over your relationship. "You're my best friend Mat, I thought you'd be happy for me!"
Mathias rolled his eyes and huffed, "As if. He's a jerk and he's only going to break your heart ___________. You deserve someone better."
"Like who?" you asked angry.
"L-Like me!"
The room went dead silent. Neither one of you spoke. Tears were in your

Denmark x Reader ~Dysthymia~DenmarkxReader~Dysthymia~

When did you stop caring? When did the little things in life suddenly not matter? The small talk you used to make with your friends? The calls you used to answer? The sweet words he would tell you? The kisses he would give you like delicate petals on your cold skin? The very fact that he would say, "I love you," and he was telling the truth?

"______________, what's wrong?"

Upon hearing your name, you responded by giving your boyfriend your attention—well, more like your half-hearted attention, anyway. He was perfect: tall, handsome, amusing messy blonde hair that rose to the sky, bright blue eyes, a bottomles

NorwayxReader: Onii-chan

"Come on Ice, call me onii-chan," said Norway with his usual poker face. "Repeat after me, o-nii-chan."
You groaned, this was the usual argument between the two brothers. "Ice please, you know he'll never stop until you do it."
Iceland shook his head, "Stop it, you're annoying our guest."
"__________ doesn't mind it, do you ____________?"
Not knowing how to respond without being rude, you opened your mouth then shut it and groaned letting your forehead hit the table.
"She does," said Iceland bluntly.
Norway frowned and poked you gently. You looked up revealing the red mark on your forehead from hitting the table. "Do you ____________?"

Request~DenmarkxReader~Request~DenmarkxReader~

"___________, doncha think ye had enough fer one night?" your friend Allistor asked concerned about your deteriorating sobriety.

"Shut *hic* up, 'llistor," you hiccupped and smashed your chin against the counter. "If George—wait that's not him—if Gerald…Gilb'…Gilbert—whatever! If my ex-boyfriend can *hic* hold his alcohol, then I should be able to, too!"

On that note, you signaled for another round. The Scottish bartender made a face, but he poured more beer into a glass. Money was money, and it was the customer's fault if he or she chose to continue drinking.

Only a few days ago, you had b

Denmark X Reader Pocky And Bathroom Fun

((I am using their human names not their country names.
Hope you enjoy the third of the sires of the Nordic 5
playing the pocky game.))

Denmark X Reader Pocky and Bathroom Fun
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You were at the Nordic house alone with your Danish boyfriend
who was watching the fly on wall because the other Nordics
can't trust the pair of you when they go shopping at the
supermarket as you bring chaos with your beings, which makes
Lukas drag you both out the shop and tell you to wait there
until their done getting food and other products. Though neither
of you listen to Lukas and run to the

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by ~Banshee-Scream, Aug 18, 2012, 10:14:13 PM
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Nervously you paced back and forth inside the small bathroom in your one bedroom apartment. You were near tears as you waiting for your fate to be determined by the small white contraption called a pregnancy test. Normally a girl would be overjoyed to have a child; well yeah if that woman was married! Not only weren't you married, but you weren't even dating the supposed father.
No you were not a floozy, in fact far from it…when you were sober.

~le flashback~

"Hey _________, have a drinking contest with me!" shouted your Danish crush. He let out a hiccup and took another swig of beer.
You laughed already on your tenth beer. "Sure!"
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Making out on the table to doing unspeakable things in Gilbert's guest bedroom.

~end of le flashback~

It wasn't that you didn't like Mathias, it was the simple fact that you weren't together. And you didn't know the first thing about raising kids. You simply were not ready for this. But you couldn't get an abortion; just the thought of killing something that was part Mat sickened you.
The time was up and you looked at the small box. Positive.
You didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

~time skip brought to you by Wine; If offered by France DON'T DRINK IT (odds are there is something in it) Banshee-Scream does not promote being drunk~

"Mat," you said sitting him down, "do you remember anything about what went on at Gilbert's party?"
Mathias took a drink out of his pitcher of beer, "Nope."
You sighed, "Do you remember waking up naked in one of Gilbert's guestrooms."
Mathias went pale. "T-that was you?" He remembered having another dream about him and you having sex and then he woke up naked. But this had happened to him before; he just woke up to find that he had had sex with some random girl instead of you. Which bothered him a lot. "_-________ I'm so sorry."
"So you don't have any interest in me at all?" you asked.
"N-no it's not that," he said scratching the back of his neck. "I'm just sorry I took advantage of you."
You took a deep breath, "Mat, I'm pregnant and it's yours."
His face went blank.
"I completely understand if you don't want it. But I intend to keep it, I don't expect any money in return as long as you don't try and claim custody later. I just wanted to let you know," you got up to leave.
"_________," he grabbed your arm keeping you from leaving. "Are you sure it's mine."
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"But I want to," he got down on one knee, "____________, please marry me."
Ok, you were not expecting that. "Y-you w-w-want to marry me?"
He nodded, "Please, I want to be a real family…with you."

Mat patted your son on the head. "And that is how daddy proposed to mommy."
Daniel's face was that of horror and disgust. Yes, perfect story to tell your ten year old, how daddy knocked up mommy and then proposed.
"But I thought that babes were made by a bee stinging a bird and then the bird cries on a cabbage patch. Then the stork delivers the baby when it grows out of the cabbage…"
"Oh, my boy now I have to tell you another story…"
"MATHIAS DON'T YOU DARE!" you shouted running into the living room to chase your husband. "DON'T CORRUPT MY BABY!"
"I'll tell you later," the Danish man whispered in the young boy's ear.