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SpainxReader: Just Childhood Friends

~Age 5~

"__________, 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?"
"I-I'm __________."
"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

PrussiaxReader: Backfired Gloating

"I wouldn't bother confessing __________," Eliza told you.
You sighed.
"He just doesn't like you that way, I'm sorry."
"Whatever Eliza," you said preoccupied with the letter you were writing to that special someone.
"I asked," she piped up again.
You groaned as she continued to sneakily insult you.
"___________!" a voice from the front door called. "I'm back!"
Your face turned red, he was here. Now was your chance. But you were too late and Eliza answered the door and started to flirt with him. "Hey Gilly."
The albino gentleman walked into your kitchen were you sat. Quickly you hit your letter to him, "Hey Gil. What's up?"
"Nothing m

GermanyxReader: Confess

Ludwig took a deep breath. Now was his chance. He double checked his poem for mistakes and walked across the school yard to where she stood. Talking to someone.
Her back was turned, but she was speaking to someone
"I'm sorry Arthur, I just don't feel the same way," you said.
"Oh, ok," Arthur tried to smile. "I understand…I hope I didn't ruin anything…that we can still be friends."
Ludwig's heart started to ache.
You smiled, "I hope so too. Well…I'll see you around."
With that Arthur walked off, leaving _________ alone.
"_-__________," Ludwig said quietly.
__________ turned around giving a shaky smile she said, "H-hi Ludwig, I didn't s

NorwayxReader: Matchmaker

"L-Lukas…I really think you are ho-I mean…I think I love you…no…I umm. I think you're cute? I admire you? No…umm. Lukas, I really like you. Would you like to go out sometime?"
…
…
…
"How's that?" you asked Eliza.
She nodded and shoved you into the direction of Lukas, "Good job, now just don't stutter and look him in the eye."
"But I-!"
"Just go do it, you're beautiful. You're smart; there is no reason why he wouldn't like you."
It had taken you weeks to work up the courage to confess to Lukas. Enlisting Eliza as your accountability partner might not have been such a good idea. "I'm too nervous." You said then turned green when he came

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 t

NorwayxReader: More Than a Friend

Five years ago, that’s when you first met Emil’s ‘brother’. Although he didn’t like to call him that there was that undeniable family resemblance between the two. And although Lukas was quiet and slight introvert, the two of you hit it off splendidly.
However as time went on you realized just how cute he was. So much so that your relationship suffered, in order to keep a straight head you avoided him whenever possible.
“__________,” Emil had called you one afternoon, “do you want to come over and watch a movie or something?”
You froze, “W-will Lukas be there?”
A sigh came from the oth

PrussiaxReader: Boy Trouble

"Boys suck!" you groaned as you flopped on Gilbert's couch.
"Hey!"
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."
"Wow thanks."
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."
"Again?"
"Yeah, apparently she loves him."
You patted his head, "It's alright Gil. Her relationship with Roderich is j

EnglandxReader: My Knight in a Green Sweater

~Age 5~

"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."

Sheet Fort - France X ReaderSheet Fort – France X Reader

It had been your idea to build the fort. You were the one to grab the sheets from the closet while Francis finished cleaning up the plates from dinner.

He had invited you to stay the night, since he knew you were struggling with work and could use a break.

He could hear you giggling in the other room and it made him smile. He absolutely despised when you were upset, feeling guilty for a reason he couldn't explain.

After wiping his hands on a towel and removing the dirty apron he was wearing, hanging it neatly on a hook in the cupboard, he made his way out of the kitchen.

"Francis," you called childishly. "Ov

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.
"A-Al!"
"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.

AVENGERS

After the movie was o

A kiss to hide you (FranceXSuperstar Reader)You were gorgeous in every way. A beautiful voice, a killer smile and a nice personality. Indeed, no person could say they weren’t attracted to you and well this made your French boyfriend unbelievably insecure. And jealous, let’s not forget the jealousy that coursed through his body whenever some tabloid insinuated a relationship between you and someone else.

You hadn’t seen him for a while though as you’d been on tour and it saddened you, even if the two of you had calls every morning and night it wasn’t the same as seeing each other. But now it was finished!

You stretched happily, looking out of the small pl

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

PrussiaxReader: Cinderella

It was a Saturday night and as usual you were in a fight with your older brother Arthur. "Come on Artie let me you!"
"Do you know what kind of guys are actually at those parties _____________?"
"You go to those parties," you snapped back.
His face went red with anger, "Exactly my point, this is my chance to get drunk and not give a damn about the consequences I don't want you there!"
"The British dude is right," Alfred said.
You crossed your arms, "It's not fair."
"Life's not fair," Arthur snipped. "Come on Al, we're leaving."
"W-wait for me," Matthew said quietly following them out the door.
"It's not fair!" you pouted collapsing ont

Tickle. - Germany x Reader.Thunders met outside your window as you stared at the blond German sitting next to you right now.

"Hey, Luddy?" The German turned at his nickname being called. "We should play a game."

"Nein." Man, he was always boring when it comes to games!

"Ja!" You tried your best at speaking German without mocking it. You heard the German sigh in defeat.

"What is it...?"

You then jumped on him and began to tickle him. Ludwig didn't laugh.

He wasn't ticklish?!

"Was that it?" Your eyes churn up to look into his blue as you felt yourself being flipped over, and now rolling around in laughter.

The house echoed your laughter as you kept yelling stop,

NorwayxReader: You Belong With Me

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me
You belong with me

He watched you from over a crowd of girls. He didn’t know why his ‘I don’t care’ attitude attracted so many girls at your school, but it did and he seemed to never get close to you.
“Lukas, go on a date with me!”
“Lukas, kiss me!”
“Lukas, have my babies!”
The girl’s cries continued on in the same way.
But his attention was on you. You were standing with Alfred, the star quarter back. Jealousy ran through him. Alfred was known as a ladies man and

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"When am I going to feel her?" Feli asked putting his head on your large belly as you flipped through a baby clothes catalogue.
You looked down as he nuzzled your stomach, "How do you know the baby is a her?"
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"I'm home," shouted a Francis.
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AmericaxPregnant!Reader: Steve .4

"No!" you shouted at your childish husband, "we are not naming our child Clark Kent Jones."
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FrancexReader: Breakups Hurt

by ~Banshee-Scream, Jan 13, 2013, 6:49:25 AM
Fan Art / Fan Fiction / Romance

~Age 13~

"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.

~Age 15~

"__________, I can't take any more of this, we are though, ok?" your ex-boyfriend said.
You sighed, "Sure, whatever."
"I'm sorry ________, you just seem too insecure. You ask me every day if I think you're beautiful and it's getting really old," he said and left.
"Hmm dumped again?" Francis asked popping up behind you.
"Ahhh!"
"You're a coward ___________, that's why he doesn't like you. You're too easy to scare."
You felt tears come to your eyes, "N-no…"
He laughed, "You're ugly and cowardly. No wonder you're all alone."
He left you there, in the school yard, crying.

~Age 17~

'I think we should break up.'
The text message stared back at you with an unblinking eye. You felt tears come to your eyes. This was way worse than hearing it in person.
"Let me see that," you bully said taking the phone from you. "Ohonhon, he broke up with you! I knew it; someone like you will always end up alone. You're just too stupid."
Again he was gone.
You cried.

~Age 21~

"But why Artie?"
Arthur shouted at you, "Why? You're insecure! You close yourself off from everyone! I'm not going to put up with you. We. Are. Over!"
"B-but Artie!"
He slapped you across the face. "Leave me alone!"
You held your burning cheek with shock, he had hit you. He had actually hit you. The weather seemed to want to match your mood as it began to rain, heavily too. You just stood there as Arthur walked out of your life.
"Hmm broke up ag-."
You walked away, too tired to put up with him today.
"Wait!" Francis caught up to you and noticed the bruise starting to forum on your cheek. "_________, did he hit you?"
Nothing came from you.
Francis stopped you and made you face him, "I can't help you if you don't-."
"Help me?" you snapped. "Help me? You have successfully ruined every one of my relationships and you want to help me? How dare you? Is my life some sort of sick game for you to mess with?" Pushing him off you walked away.
"Non, __________ wait!" Francis grabbed you again. "_________, please I-I'm sorry! I love you!"
Your expression froze. "W-what?"
"I've loved you ever since we were children, I'm sorry I hurt you," he said and started to cry, "but every time you got a new boyfriend I got jealous and I didn't know how to deal with it. I was a child, and I acted like a child. Please forgive me, I'm an adult now and I know how to express how much I love you."
With that he kissed you.
After the kiss was over you whispered, "Breakups hurt Francis and you only made them worse." His expression faded, "But I'm willing to let you make this one better."
He smiled and the two of you kissed again.