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"And ___________ ___________ scores!" the announcer on the TV shouted.
Meanwhile in their home two teenage girls squealed, "Go ___________!" Lovina shouted.
Meanwhile Antonia had little anime hearts in her eyes, "Oh he is so hot~…"
"I know," said Lovina sighing girlishly.
"I wish one day we could meet…"
Lovina nodded, "I'm so his type."
You know that silence you have just before a storm is about to start…well that's what the silence was like for two seconds before Antonia spoke.
"No Lovi~…I'm his type…"
"Haha Toni," Lovina gave a dry sarcastic laugh, "I am…"
Thus ensued a cat fight.
"No I am!"
"Who would like you, you tomato bitch!"
"Pasta loving idiota!"
"Your butt is flat!"
"Your breath smells like garlic!"
"You Spanish idiot!"
Everything froze though when Antonia accidently pulled Lovina's curl…
"I'm so sorry Lovi!"
Lovina turned to her best friend, "YOU IDIOT!" With that the angry Italian woman ran to her room.
Antonia tried to run after her fr
"And ____________ takes first place again!" the announcer shouted. "Now __________ only has place in the top ten in order to win the grand prize. And we will see you in three days at the Rider's Championship!"
The famous MotoGP rider ___________ pulled off his helmet.
"We were great today ___________," __________'s friend said.
"Thanks," he smiled and got off his bike.
"Gomen sir, gomen!"
A loud voice shouted at the petite woman making her way over to _________. "Hey, miss you're not allowed over there!"
____________ cocked his head as he watched the beautiful woman run over to him. Giving him a reserved bow she said, "I-I just wanted to say congratulations on winning. I'm a big fan."
"Why thank you," said __________. When the girl straightened __________ gulped. She had short black hair and brown eyes. He Japanese ancestry was very obvious and the way she carried herself was proper and dignified. "So, what's your name?"
"Oh gomen, my name is Sakura Honda," she gave another
Nyo!RussiaxMale!Tsundere!Reader: Stubborn Pride“Become one with me, ____________,” Anya crooned to you.
“No!” you shouted at her. Not in the least worried that you might hurt the feelings of the pretty Russian female. “Stop it, Anya. I don’t want to be ‘one’ with you!”
The expression on Anya’s face didn’t change, “But all must become one with mother Russia eventually. You’ll be first in line, da?”
That’s what made you mad. Not that she wanted to be with you, but that you were just the first in a long line of countries she would claim. You wanted to be her only one, not that you’d ever admit that to her. You being your tsundere self that you were. “Go away, Anya.”
“I said ‘GO AWAY’,” you snapped at her. You never ordered her to leave you, mostly because you didn’t ever want her to leave. At your command she left. Leaving your heart with an empty achy feeling.
It was always yo
"Three down, three to go," you muttered loading another round into your sniper. Your job was to eliminate a small group of people who were trying to infiltrate your territory.
Moving to another spot you fired another shot and killed one more. You smirked. You were deadly with a gun; you would only take one shot to kill someone. Raising your gun you got ready to shoot again, but you were stopped by a loud noise and a sharp pain in your shoulder.
Still you took the shot and killed, but you were wounded and bleeding out.
"Crap," you let out a string of curses as you tried to bandage the wound. But it was too hard for you as you had lost almost all feeling in your right arm. "This is bad, this is really bad." You couldn't rest because there was one more vengeful target on the loose and if he or she found you, you were as good as dead.
The infamous __________ killed by one of his targets. That was not how you wanted to go out.
Turning your head slightly you heard a rustle in the bushes. Rai
AmericaxPregnant!Reader: Steve .4
"No!" you shouted at your childish husband, "we are not naming our child Clark Kent Jones."
Alfred pouted, "Come on _________. How about Peter Parker Jones?"
You put down the baby name book and stared at your husband, "No."
You rolled your eyes, "Alfred "
Your husband walked behind you and stared to rub your shoulders, "How about Steve?"
"Hmm," you thought for a moment, "I like it."
His smiled widely, "Yes!"
Raising an eyebrow you asked, "What's so special about the name St .oh man." Now he wanted to name your child after Captain American (figures huh?). "Alfred, why do we have to name our child after a superhero? They're gonna get teased."
"No they're not, nobody teases a hero!"
"Spiderman Superman "
Alfred took your book from you, "Not the point."
"We are not naming our child after a comic book superhero." Reaching up you snatched your book back, "I swear sometimes I feel like I'm married to a child."
After a few minutes there was a strange
You gulped and watched one of the prettiest and happiest girls in the world dance by your vision. Daisy Vargas. The personification of northern Italy. You, being human, weren't supposed to know. However at least two years ago you had met her and she, being Italy, asked you out.
At least one year of dating you had been working up your courage to propose, and she had been working up her courage to tell you about being Italy.
After she told you, you decided to put off proposing for a while until you were sure what you were getting into.
And now you were absolutely certain that Daisy Vargas was the one.
"Veeee!" shouted Daisy attacking you with a hug. "_________, can we have pasta tonight?"
"Daisy, we've had pasta for the past week." You half complained half reminded, "Don't you want to try something, I don't know, different?"
"No," she said giggling. "Let's go to sorella's restaurant!"
You gulped, tonight had been the night you planed on proposing to her. Not only that, but her sister Lov
You opened your mouth to scream for help; however you choked on the salt water that filled into your mouth. Salty tears from your eyes joined the ocean. Falling into unconsciousness you felt warm arms around your waist.
She was beautiful, (h/l) (h/c) hair and beautiful (e/c) eyes. The moment I saw her I wanted her to be mine. No, I needed her to be mine, and I would do anything to make that happen. I ran my fingers through her (h/c) locks as she spat up water.
I had saved this strange human girl from drowning; right now the two of us were on a rock in the middle of the ocean. However it was only a matter of time before the water rose and washed her away.
I made up my mind; I would become human for this girl. She needed a hero and I'm going to be her hero, no matter what I would find a way for us to be together. "Don't worry," I whispered to her, "I'll be back for you."
And with that I dove into the water to find a sea witch.
Your eyes cracked open to see a smilin
Neko!AmericaxNeko!Reader: Cats can be Heros too
They're big, I'm little
They go, I twiddle
Why can't little guys do big things too?
-VeggieTales: Dave and the Giant Pickle
Americat watched his master leave the house. "I'll be back soon, dude. Keep the house safe while I'm gone."Americat meowed and settled into his breakfast. A big juicy hamburger. After he ate he decided to go outside.
Climbing out the cat door he found a pretty girl cat with (f/c) fur and large (e/c) eyes. He gulped. She was a 'doll' as his master would say.
"Go away Spot," she said to a huge male cat that was stalking her.
"Aw come on ____________," said Spot in a not-so-nice tone.
The ______________ hissed at the male and snapped at him, "Back off creep."
The tom laughed and pounced at her. Americat could only watch several seconds before he decided to be the 'hero'. "Leave her alone."
"Go away," said Spot, "this is between her and me."
"She told you to go away."
_______________ hid behind Americat hissing at Spot.
Spot grinned at her, "She's mine. Our master wan
Alfred couldn't take it much longer. He loved you will all his heart. So what if you were a witch? But he was scared, so he told the villagers what you were and lost you.
Now he was searching, searching, and searching for you. Everywhere he went he asked for you, by name and by appearance. He loved you so much he searched for a year, in the winter a snow, before he found a cottage owned by a brother and sister.
"Arthur, I need to go to market to get more apples," came your voice from inside the cottage. Alfred's eyes went wide. It was your voice, how he missed it. He was almost in a state of shock as he watched you exit the cottage.
He dismounted from his horse named Hero and ran over to you. "___________."
Your eyes went wide with shock and alarm. "A-Alfred."
He froze your eyes were full of tears and you had a look of panic on your face. "_________ I only want to-."
"Please go away," you said tears falling down your cheeks. "My clan and I had to move, I don
Fem!Germany x Male!Reader - Such a Gentleman
Making your way from your car, you were late for your job at a large buisness. You had to wear something formal, and everything. Even though you settled for casual-formal, a suit without a coat.
You slid your bag over your shoulder and made your way up the stairs to the buisness tower, the clicking of a young woman's heels behind you.
You looked over your shoulder to see how much father back she was from you. She was pretty close.
You pulled the door open for her. And when she passed you, you gave her a smile. She was very pretty.
With your heart in your throat, you followed her inside and closed the door behind you. You said your hello's to the woman at the receptionists' desk before you pressed the button on the elevator.
That woman...she was stunning. She had bright blue eyes and short blonde hair. She looked like a co-worker of yours, maybe they were related.
You turned your head to peek at her speaking to the receptionist. She had flawless skin and a beautiful smile!
Fem!EnglandxMale!Reader: The difficult test
You were going to the university for today's exam. Your steps followed the path repeated for two years now, usually cluttering yourself with all sorts of thoughts and troubles. But, today's thoughts weren't about the exam. It was the last of problems on your making-life-harder list. You studied a lot and knew that you were going to pass with an ease. No, you were thinking about your first love, about Alice. You two were studying together and this was your second year. She was beautiful, witty, mad as a balloon. You loved her sarcastic remarks. You had a crush on her since the first year, and you thought, she also liked you.
On the beginning of the second year, you were chosen as the class' president and it was your duty to have all students studying well. But, for some reason, Alice didn't. One time she turned in an empty paper, and you had to find out why. But you didn't know how to start the conversation about it.
One day you saw her in the school and said: "We should talk. I need to
Male!ReaderXNyo!America “This kinda blows,” Emily groans while mashing various buttons. They light up, following her finger trail. You watch with a slight frown and then glance down at your watch.
“Looks like we’ll be late,”
Emily groans louder and mashes the down button repeatedly. “This is so stupid! Who wants to be locked inside of an elevator anyways?”
You shrug, not sure of exactly who would want to be locked inside of an elevator.
“Maybe you should press the emergency button.” You suggest.
Emily laughs a little and does so, jamming it particularly angrily. “What time is it now?”
“It is 9:32,”
“Oh man, we’re gonna miss it,” Emily frantically pushes the emergency button again. “This is all my fault!”
“It’s not your fault.” You assure her, unsure of why she’s blaming this event on herself.
She pushes herself against the cool, metal wall, false
Fem!LovinoXMale!Reader: FangirlFem!RomanoXMale!Reader: Fangirl
Becouse Lovina is one of my favorites, along with Louise/Fem!Gemany and Alice/Fem!England.
Am I the only one who could see Lovina being an Assassin's Creed Fangirl? I drew her cosplaying not long ago. The drawing turned out amazing.
"Die Piggeh, Die!" You heard Lovina shouting at her Ipod. She was playing Angry Birds.
You sighed, watching her from the kitchen table. She was sitting not far away on the couch, and you could see her playing Angry Birds over her shoulder. If she wasn't playing some violent game like Assassin's Creed or Alice Madness Returns, she was killing piggehs on Angry Birds.
One thing you loved about her is that she just wouldn't give up. She would spend hours trying to beat a single level of that game, and what would you do? You sat there and watched, laughing when she yelled profanity at the evil pigs. Another thing you loved was that she could be a big fangirl, but only the closest to her knew t
Into the Water .:2P!Fem!America x Male!Reader:.Cool air dragged the scent of the salt water as you lit up a spliff. You were sitting near the ocean, just relaxing. Well, more like contemplating woe. You enjoyed the isolation at this time of day, seeing how not many people were around the area, yet.
College was stressing you out for some reason. Well, it wasn’t actually that; it was her. The girl who enjoys messing with your head and it was frustrating. You weren’t the one into those little games, but yet you were persistent. Why? Nobody really knows, honestly.
“You know that’s not a healthy habit.” You turned your head to see her. Her of all people needed to come here to bug you? Shrugging, you took another drag on the spliff, before replying. Just to piss her off, or at least to pretend it pissed her off. Considering, you knew she was just kidding around right now.
“Oh, be quiet. I didn’t come here just to be followed and nagged.” The redheaded girl sat next to you and held out her h
I Didn't Mean It! [Hungary x Male!Reader]
Warning: There are a few (German) foul words, but it may be considered minor.
The Awesome Trio (+BTT) were having another party- this time you were invited... again. You didn't want to attend. You've had quite enough of those parties. You just had one recently. You were forced to (by your awesome distant relative, the Awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt). And right now you were trying out the costume Feliciano gave you. You cried... deep inside. TT^TT
Flashback: Last week - Feliciano's Party
> Stuck in a game of Truth or Dare
> Sitting in between Gilbert and Elizaveta and across Ivan Braginski
> Bottle pointing at you. ._.
~ * ~
Gilbert: Kesesese~! Looks like my Awesome Erm... not-as-awesome-as-me cousin is up! *smirks*
(Name): Ugh... I never even wanted this! *facepalm*
Feliciano: Ve~! So (Name), Truth or Dare?
(Name): No way!
Mathias: Did he just say Norway?
Lukas: ... *chokes Mathias*
Elizaveta: You guys better stop. We wouldn't want to have to
You Can Have Me :.Fem!2P!Canada x Male!Reader.:"[Name], can you help me?" You turned to see your friend, Kiwi, who was yelling at her closet for not having anything appealing. You see, she was currently getting ready for a date or something like that. You weren't really sure, since you kind of stopped listening to her babble on once she mentioned Arthur or Al or was it Matt? Shrugging to yourself, you walked over to the loud girl.
She pouted and crossed her arms after she threw a little pink dress on the pastel yellow carpet. "Kiwi, you are aware that almost every single thing you own is cute?" She glanced over at you with a slight blush on her pale face. "Shut up, don't lie I mean, yeah I know that's true and all, but I have to look " You cut her off by saying, "You'll look fine, no matter what."
Still being the whiny child she could be at times, she fell back into the large pile of clothes and screamed. "I DON'T WANNA GO. I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO WEAR. NOTHING! DO YOU HEAR ME?" Mentally face-palming at he
Male!ReaderXFem!Canada"I-I-I l-l-love you _-________...."
That definitely wasnt what you expected when you went to hang out with you best friend Maddie Williams, the gal that youve known ever since kindergarton.
"Wha-?! Maddie.....Y-youre not serious are you?!"
I guess that came out wrong as her violet began to water and her grasp on Kumarie tightened.
"No! Dont cry Maddie! T-that was a good thing! Please dont cry....." You whispered deciatly to her, you deep voice becoming even more huskier.
She sniffled and shook her head, making her glasses crooked. "I-I think I-I need to go.."
Just as she turned around, you grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into a crushing hug, knocking her breath away. You pushed your head into her slender neck, breatheing in her unique scent of syrup.
"Maddie....but I do love you. Ever since kindergarton. Please....dont leave.." You whispered as you pulled back and softly kissed her on her full lips.
Maddie stared wide eyed at you when you pulled away.
"_-_-_______!!" She squeake
Seven Minutes In Heaven~ Fem!Germany x Male!Reader
You stared blankly at the hat in Emily’s hands, unsure if you wanted to risk a whole seven minutes in her closet- especially as the only visible guy there. You were about to open your mouth and argue against your involuntary participation when she simply chucked it at you, some sort of metallic object flying out to deck you in the face.
‘What the hell!?’ you cursed quietly, rubbing a hand against your head. What had Emily made everyone put in that hat? It weighed a ton! Looking at the ground you noticed a small cross necklace that had fallen out, it looked a lot like the one a certain German friend of yours always wore...
“Hey, nice catch _____! Oh look, you got Monika!”
“You got her item, dude! That’s the rules!”
“I never picked anything- you threw it at me!”
“Have fun in there!”
“Hey! Let me go-!”
You squirmed around in Emily’s grip before she threw
It had been nine years since the once great United States of America had been plunged into war. Only this was a civil war, America had not seen such a war for the past two hundred years. Two sides fighting against each other in the same country. The fascists or the American Civil Union (ACU) and the communists or the United Socialist States of America (USSA).
You had been fighting for the ACU since you were old enough to shoot a gun. Now you were on guard duty after sustaining injury to your leg.
The person you were sent to guard was a suspect. She was charged with assassinating key ACU officials. Her name: Emily Jones.
"This is her Privet __________," your commanding officer pointed to a cell. "Make sure she is fed and behaves until her trial.
"Um, when is her trial sir?" you asked him.
"Who knows," he shrugged, "the way things are going with the USSA it might be years from now. Just make sure she stays in line __________." With that you were left alone with the prisoner.
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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