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Nyo!HungaryxReaderxNyo!Belarus: Too Late...Years ago…
You giggled as you pulled Nikolai by the arm, “Come on, Niko. Let’s play wedding!”
Nikolai, being the total bummer that he was tried to refuse.
“B-but Niko, don’t you wanna marry me?” you asked tears coming to your big (e/c) eyes.
Nikolai blushed, “N-no.”
You got in his face, “Then who do you wanna marry?”
Nikolai said the first name that came to mind, “Anya!” Imminently Nikolai wanted to take it back.
“Oh,” you said a little disheartened. You had a huge crush on Nikolai, but you’d never tell him that. “Alright then, I’ll go ask Daniel to play wedding.” With that you ran off to find Daniel.
Nikolai watched you go. Still frowning. ‘I wish I said __________’s name instead...’ he thought.
“You look beautiful, __________,” said Anya cooing over your dress. “Doesn’t she look nice Nikolai?”
Nikolai just stare
Nyo!HungaryxReader: Long Hair
“Daniel?” you asked your boyfriend as he lay on your lap. “Why don’t you cut your hair?”
His eyes still closed he answered, “Never get around to it…why?”
You smiled and ran your fingers through his hair. “It’s really long.” Running your fingers through his hair again you said, “But if you cut it then you wouldn’t be able to put it in a ponytail anymore.”
He opened his eyes giving you a small smirk, “Do you like my ponytail, __________.”
“Well it was the first thing I noticed when I saw you,” you said. “You know, with all those other guys who had their hair buzzed you really stood out.”
Daniel took one of your hands and laced his fingers with yours, “So you noticed me first? I believe I was the one who walked up and talked it you first.”
You blushed, “So? What did you notice about me O’ master of observation?”
Male!UkrainexReader: Not Such A Crybaby After All
"________," a creepy voice came from the other side of the door, "marry me marry me marry me marry me marry me."
You screamed and hid under Ivan's desk. "It's just a dream, he'll go away. It's just a dream, he'll go away."
It had been three day since you decided to visit Ivan, Nikolai, and Dmitri. That may have been the stupidest thing you had ever done. Ivan decided to take a week vacation in "anywhere but here" and Alexander was nowhere to be found.
This left you with the very obsessive, very violent Belarusian male.
"__________, let me in." Nikolai's voice carried to your hiding spot under Ivan's desk. "Let me in so we can become one."
"Nikolai, go away!" you shouted, "I don't want to!"
"I'm not giving you a choice," his hissed, "let me in. Do it, do it now!" He clawed at the door with his fingernails making an ear piercing scratching noise. "_________, open the door."
Eventually the noises went away, but you knew that Nikolai was still there. He wouldn't give up that easily.
Nyo!BelarusxReader: Yours to Hold
You sighed as you watched him. It wasn’t stalking, you just happened to be at the bar that his big brother happened to go to ever Thursday night. Ok, knowing that the object of your affection stalked his older brother and going to the place his big brother went to every night was probably stalking.
“What’s wrong, ____________?” Toris asked.
Turning to him, shot of vodka in hand, you pouted.
He imminently knew your problem. “You should forget about him, ___________. He’s kind of messed up in the head.”
“I know,” you said with a sigh, “but…I don’t know. You know that feeling that you get when you know it’ll never happen, but you keep hoping anyway?”
You gave him a questioning look, “Really?”
He nodded and sat down, “Every day. But I realized there is no point in just sitting around and waiting for it to happen. You either have to stop pouting around and do some
Nyo!BelarusxReader: Never Let Go
“Goodnight Toris,” you said hugging your friend. “Thanks for tonight, I really appreciate it.”
Toris smiled, “Your welcome, ___________.” With that Toris left you on your front doorstep and got back in car to drive away. Giving only a small smile you opened you door and locked it behind you.
“Hello, _________,” a dark voice greeted you from the shadows.
“Ah!” you shouted in shock. Once your eyes adjusted to the light you said, “Nikolai? Is that you?”
He took a step forward, “Glad you still remember me…” Nikolai grabbed your arms and smiled an almost insane smile. “Now…my dear _________...marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me!”
You tried to wrench away from his grasp, “Nikolai, stop it you’re scaring me!”
His smile fell, “I…thought…you love me.”
“Wha-what?” you blushed.
Nikolai pulled you closer to him, “Yo
RomaniaxReader: Wake Up CallWaking up to someone trying to tickle you is not the way to start the day. However your husband; Vlad, the personification of Romania, didn’t seem to know that this particular morning.
You woke up to a small shiver running down your back. Finding it was the reaction to Vlad running his fingers lightly up and down your bare back. Shivering you sleepily shook his touch off and pulled the covers over your bare chest.
His arms went under the covers and back to your back.
“S-stop,” you mumbled turning over so that your front was to him.
You barely noticed the giggle form him before the sheets came off completely and he descended upon you to tickle you.
“V-Vlad! Stop it!” you shouted angrily through your laughter.
“What’s the magic words?” he asked not stopping.
Through all your laughter it was hard to get out, “Romania is the best country ever! Vlad is also the sexiest man alive!”
He finally stopped.
Breathing heavily you looked ov
FACESxReader: New FamilyHesitantly you peeked around the head lady’s skirt.
“___________, this is Mr. and Mrs.. They’re going to be your new parents.” Said the head lady gesturing to the nice looking couple in front of you.
“We have five sons,” said Mr., “I’m sure you’ll get along with them great.”
You were soon taken from your place at the orphanage to your new home.
“DUDE! MA and DAD ARE HOME!”
“Eep,” you squeaked and hid behind Mrs.’s pant leg.
“Alfred,” said Mrs., “this is __________. Your new sister.”
You peeked at Alfred shyly. He had blonde hair with a gravity defying cowlick. On his nose were a small pair of glasses that shielded blue eyes. You have a small wave to him.
Alfred smiled and ran over to grab your am, “Aw! Dude! She is so frickin’ cute!” He dragged you to the other group of boys that all looked to be about the same age. “Artie!”
“B-Brother,” you said pointing to the glass.
“Si, what are those ____________?” Toni asked trying to get you to learn more words. “Those are clown fish. Can you say clown fish?”
“Brother,” you said clapping happily. You grabbed his face from your place in his arms. “Brother!”
Toni sighed. While it was highly flattering that your first word was ‘brother’ it was all you’d say. It annoyed your parents that you couldn’t or wouldn’t say ‘mommy’ or ‘daddy’, but being only one and a half years old it wasn’t your fault.
So Antonio had decided to take you to the aquarium.
“____________, can you say fish?”
“How about jellyfish?” he asked pointing to the jellyfish tank. “Je-lee fish.”
You clapped your hands, “Brother!”
A few old ladies pointed at you and gave you a wave, muttering how cute you were and how To
Nyo!BelarusxReader: Love is an Obsession
Nervously you ran your fingers through your hair, trying to make it how you wanted it took look. Biting your lower lip nervously you looked at yourself in the mirror.
‘Well,’ you thought, ‘this is as good as it’s gonna get…’
Tonight was going to be your first date since the break up and you wanted everything to go smoothly. Alfred was a really sweet guy, not to mention good looking and quite strong.
You told yourself this was going to be good for you. Your last relationship ended with your couch being stabbed open and your door getting a few new holes in it from where your ex-boyfriend had tried to break in.
Nikolai was a great guy, you admitted to yourself silently, but he was way too obsessive. He’d text you when he wasn’t with you. He’d call every morning after you got up and every night before you went to bed. For the first few months you thought it was sweet. After a while, however, it was annoying.
You had decided to break it
Your smile *Farmer!Male!Ukraine X Reader*~Vasha posmishka ~
*Farmer!Male!Ukraine X Reader*
"(Name)!(Name),hello!Are you even listening to me?" the Estonian female waved her hand several times in front of her friend - but it was of no use,as she seemed to be captured by something else.
Dreamily sighing,the (h/c) couldn't help but admire the Ukraineian's well built body and how sweat tricked down his muscles,making his plain T-shirt a see through.
"I think she isn't paying anymore attention,Erika!" the Lithuanian tied her hair up into a ponytail,an apologetic smile plastered onto her features.
"To think of it... Have you seen Beatrice around?" Erika asked out of pure concern,but all what she gained was a shake of Agne's head.
"(Name),snap out of it,damn it!Nikolai is ... " but the brown haired hasn't got the chance to finish her sentence,because the liliach eyed male already plopped himself onto the dirty soil,watching the (h/c)'s reaction as she picked - strangely - the good beans and threw the others in a trash can.
Male!Ukraine X Reader -Camping-Notes:
-- I’m a major fan of Male!Ukraine, and I’ve been wanting to write something for a while now x3 It only took like months to get done >.> And I like the three siblings to be all boys xD As in, Ukraine and Belarus are genderbent, but Ivan is not.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or You*
"I'm right here, Dmitri... Good night."
"... Are you still awake?"
"Now I am. Just go to bed, Dmitri."
"But what if a bear attacks you? Or worse! What if France shows up to molest you in your sleep!?"
"He won't, I pro-"
"I-I don't know what I would do without you, _____. I-If something were to happen, I-I-!"
"Dmitri!" you placed your hands onto his face, looking your lover straight into his beautiful cerulean eyes, the color intensified from the small amount of light seeping through the thin material above your heads. His breathing stopped as his watery eyes gave you a scared expression, his cheeks flushed. "Nothing's going to happen," you smiled reassuringly a
~Christmas in Kiev~ *Hubby!M!Ukraine X Wife!Reader~З Різдвом Христовим~
*Husband!Male!Ukraine X Wife!Reader*
'Drabble #23 from 'All I want for Christmas' series'
The little (h/c) haired girl drew patterns onto the frozen window,watching the sea of white with bored (e/c) eyes,as she swayed her legs back and forth to keep herself occupied.
"Don't you think they are pretty?" a soft voice came,causing the girl to gasp in surprise and retreat her now cold index finger from the window's glass.
"No,I actually hate snow!I get sick quite fast and my mom gives me all those yucky things to get better!" the girl explained to her small companion,watching his curious baby blue eyes widden in surprise.
"Da,but the snowflakes are nice,aren't they?So soft and delicate,falling to the ground as if they are dancing." the blonde boy explained with a lullying tone,his voice a symphony of notes which reached plesantly the gi
Bedsheets (Male UkraineXReader)Dmitri smiled as you skipped around the kitchen. The place was filled with light as though very your presence was coaxing the sunlight to shine through the window. “Want some more coffee?” You asked, getting the pot out when he nodded.
You scrunched your face in concentration as you poured, the thing was pretty heavy and you didn’t want to drop it or spill boiling coffee on yourself. Dmitri poked the crease between your brows when you straightened up, not having wasted a single drop.
Slapping his hand away playfully, you set the coffee pot back onto the stove and watched as he continued reading the newspaper. He glanced up every now and then, catching your eye and grinning.
He simply couldn’t get over that adorable tendency you’d developed. You’d been routinely wearing his shirts ever since that first time, using them as pyjamas mostly and pairing them up with either your underwear or some shorts.
Either way you ended up showing off a lot of leg.
Kitty plushie .:chibi!GreeceXChibi!Reader:.It was a day of the meeting and because all of the nations brought their little chibi nations with them, they decided to have a break and go outside to let the little ones play. You were standing shyly behind Mama Ukraine holding a plushie kitty cat that you had made with the help of your mama.
"Go on hun, he'll love it." Your mama said. You stared ahead curioulsy at the brown haired chibi boy playing with a grey furred cat.
"But, but- but." You started but couldn't find an excuse.
"Go on." Ukraine said giving you a gentle shove on chibi Greece's direction.
You stumbled a bit but walked ahead nervously. Your cheeks tinted with a slight blush as you neared the sleepy looking boy.
"Hello (name)." He said to you with a sleepy smile.
"H-hi." You said nervously holding the plushie kitty behind your back.
"What is it? Your face is red." He said bluntly.
"Oh, umm...here. I made this for you." You said closing your eyes holding the kitty plushie.
You peeked your eyees open and saw h
Happy Birthday Male!BelarusXreaderYou were scared today and were currently hiding in the back of your closet. Why? Well it's your birthday. Now most people wouldn't be hiding in their closets on such a special day, but you happened to share your birthday with the one and only Nikolai aka Belarus. You were scared of the tall man who had an obsession with his sister. Seeing how many more people remembered today as you birthday, well that left Nikolai very, very, very angry. Which left you hiding in your home hoping he wouldn't come after you.
You woke up that day quite happy actually, until you got a call from N. Italy saying happy birthday. You flung the phone back to its stand and ran to your closet and since then have yet to come out.
The phone rang a couple of times and messages from people wishing you a happy birthday were left to the answering machine. You decided it would be safe to get a small snack from your fridge. Stepping out of the closet (a/n: lol! You came out of the closet //shot) you looked around making
Blame It On September. [Male!Ukraine x Reader]I can still see you standing there
Summer tangled in your hair
First week of July
First day of my life
It’s been a day since I’ve landed here in Kiev. Today is July 1 and I’m sure I need to do something because my parents kicked me out of the house today. They wanted me to tour the countryside that was a few minute trip from my place.
All I have is my iPod, a cellphone, my camera and some money in my backpack. I leaned by the window and took a light nap.
My voice shook when I said hello
And from that word, we couldn't take it slow
I still can't believe
The way you looked at me
I opened my eyes and I was near to my destination. I stood up and waited by the exit door for a few seconds. As the bus stopped, I stepped down and saw wonderful scenery.
The place was breathtaking. I took a few shots and I plopped down on the ground.
I guess my parents made the right decision of kicking me out of the house.
“хто там?” I heard a ma
Cold hands (Male UkraineXReader)“Dmitri!” You cried, flinging yourself at the Ukrainian in the doorway. A flurry of snowflakes scurried inside with him as he tried to close the door without letting go of you. “I missed you!” You told him, planting kisses on his cold cheeks.
“Hang on...” he murmured, pecking your nose as he shrugged off his wet trench coat and knitted scarf. “There we go!” Dmitri took hold of you properly, discarding his gloves in the process.
He smiled happily as you returned the hug, your warm hands tracing his cooler frame. Shivering slightly at the difference in temperature, he pressed his forehead against yours.
“I missed you too.” He said, his signature smile gracing his chapped lips. “C’mon, let’s get you warmer.”
You tugged his wrist, making him follow you into the heated room. He relaxed, though his hands were starting to go numb.
He pulled you back for a hug and of course you didn’t refuse. His hands st
Mama Ukraine's wrath .:Mama!UkraineXchibi!reader:.It was a sunny day, and you were out with your mama Yekatrina, or as others called her Ukraine.
"Oh (name)! Come on we must go to meet up with uncle Ivan for lunch! You'll get to play with Latvia!" Mama yelled out to you as you played in the wheat fields.
"Coming mama!" You yelled back and ran to her arms. She lifted you up (even if her back would hurt later).
"Oh (name) you're so filthy. We'll have to wash your face," Your mama said taking you into the house and sitting you onto the counter, "And Uncle Ivan bought you a dress. He sent it over for you to wear today."
"Really?" You asked excitedly.
"Yes, now hold still." Your Mama said rubbing a damp rag wipping your face clean.
She held your face and cleaned it, then she got you off the counter and you ran to your room where there was a brand new white dress with a yellow sunflower design and a yellow ribbon tied around the middle. You quickly changed into it and let your Mama tie the bow and zip it up for you.
"Okay let's go (name)."
Nyo!Chibi!UkrainexChibi!Reader: CinderellaYou and Dmitri are both age 9
“Dmitri?” you asked putting down your daisy chain. “What’s wrong with Tori (Lithuania)? Why is she following Nikolai around all the time?”
Dmitri watched as Tori tried to get Nikolai to put on a daisy chain she made for him. He was currently trying to get her to go away. “I don’t know, but it’s weird.”
You nodded and put your chain on his head, “There all done!”
“Here,” Dmitri said putting his chain on your head.
“Aren’t they just adorable (mom’s name),” said Dmitri’s mom.
Your mom gushed over the two of you, “I think I hear wedding bells in their future.”
You looked at your mother then Dmitri. “What is she talking about?”
“You know at the end of Cinderella when she’s in a white dress?”
Nodding you picked another daisy.
“Well…I think that’s what they’re talking about.”
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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