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Prussia x Reader - Frohe Weihnachten
”So please just fall in love with me this Christmas”
Prussia was having too much fun that day.
“Kesesesesese… Frau sure is busy.” He commented while munching a cookie she had just taken out of the oven. It burned his tongue a little because it was too hot, but it tasted so amazing that he just kept eating, smaller and more careful bits this time. He was enjoying himself while watching [f/n] run around the house, desperate to make everything perfect for that evening. He always thought that the way she’d freak out over such small matters was adorable.
[f/n] looked exasperatedly to him.
“They’ll be here at any minute and you’re just lazing off! Could you please help me?” She finally noticed what he was doing, frowning. “And stop eating the cookies that I’ll hang on the Christmas tree!”
“There's nothing else that you will need this Christmas”
He showed her his tongue, red and a little
France x Reader - Joyeux Noel
“Stockings are hung with care”
The Frenchman observed as she twirled around the house with a grace that was nothing but her own. Her clumsy feet sometimes met obstacles, but she just laughed and continued to follow the music she was singing so melodically, instructing her steps with the rhythm only she could weave around her legs. Maybe it could not been the most delicate dance a woman ever done, but for him, there would never be anything he would like to watch more than her and that careless compass. It never failed to bring a smile to his face, or to amaze him to no end.
Nor to warm his heart.
“As children sleep with one eye open”
He observed as the others played, the sounds of the papers being ripped, bows and pieces of gift wrapping forgotten on the floor. The house was a mess even before the evening started, yet he couldn’t be anything but absurdly amused by all of it. Italy crawled among the clutter hastily going under a table. He was
Russia x Reader - Schastlivogo Rozhdestva
“Each year i ask for many different things”
He started to count the spiders under the table, classifying them from size, type of web, how the little beings moved. Soon, he was naming them, and telling stories to the little guys. He felt especially attached to the bigger one, alone on a corner. None of the others came close to it, not mattering how much prettier and elaborated the strings it made were weaved on the wooden surface. So he told to the small buddy tales of summer places, sunflowers, and a time where there would be no one out in the cold, unless to play within the snow, so it would cheer him up.
“But now i know what my heart wants you to bring”
He was so enrolled with his whispered dream that he failed to notice another person sitting next to him.
“That sounds nice.” [f/n] smiled, hugging her knees close to her body.
“So please just fall in love with me this Christmas”
He smiled, but not his usual childi
England x Reader - Cold December Night
“They call it the season of giving”
“Love, what are you doing?” The British asked carefully before approaching the girl. Currently, [f/n] was holding binoculars while crawling up the roof.
She looked at him like she was considering checking his sanity, just as stupid as the question was. Well, he would do the same to her if she kept that strange behavior.
She gazed at him over the lens. The greenish appearance of the eyeglasses made her look like an enormous mosquito, and he had to press down his lips on a thin line to contain his chuckles over that idea.
”I'm here, I’m yours for the taking”
“Well you said you don’t believe in Santa, even if you talk on a daily basis with Captain Hook and a mint colored bunny, which also happens to fly. Well, I’m going to prove you wrong.”
England held up a sigh. He was sure he had lost a decent amount of his sanity between Alfred and [f/n] and that action wasn’t goin
Canada x Reader - Merry Christmas
“A tree that smells of pine”
Mathew watched as all the others celebrated the night in one way or another. He, on the other hand, was sitting on a forgotten chair, that everyone insisted to hang their coats on, no mattering how many times he got up and sat down again to put them elsewhere. Worse, the others thought that they had a poltergeist walking around, since no one remembered putting their clothes on that sofa. He sighed, just hoping it all ended soon.
“A house that's filled with joy and laughter”
“I finally found you.” A slightly tired voice said near him, and he nearly rolled his eyes. Lovers’ reencounter? What, now he had to watch a couple being lovey-dovey without even realizing he was there? That was enough, he had it. Canada got up, ready to leave the party.
“The mistletoe says stand in line”
“Wait!” The same person called, so he turned, surprised. “You’re not running away from
Germany x Reader - Cold December Night
“Just fall in love with me this Christmas”
Germany allowed himself to sit down, sliding through the chair and almost losing his soldier like posture completely. Christmas had been tiresome up until now, since practically nobody followed what they should be doing. Ludwig was pretty sure he had built up a nice and fun schedule, but why nobody seemed to do as they were told?
He sighed; frustrated with the smell of pasta coming from the kitchen, even if there was plenty of food available and he was sure he could hear Romano on the phone asking for pizza in a forgotten restaurant to be delivered. He was also sure that no one should had left the liquor bottle used to cook near Arthur, who had now a pirate accent and was complaining about his former colony under his breath (as usual). He got up, and left the house, hands shoveled deep inside his pockets to avoid the chilly wind.
“There's nothing else that we will need this Christmas”
He was watching the m
Scotland x Reader - The Sound of the Heart
“I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
But she's just like a maze
Where all of the walls all continually change
And I've done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me” – Daughters, John Mayer
Allistor felt lost.
Trying to understand her mind was like trying to capture the water of an ocean’s wave. On a moment, it would be there, filling his hands with more than he could ever believe he would be able to catch, soaking his fingers and surrounded him with an impossible amount of liquid. A wave that would encircle him with more than he’d ever be able to retain. Next, it would go back, leaving him alone, standing with his hands put together with the little amount he could preserve. However the barrier of his skin was never good enough to hold the salty seawater inside of it, so it would slip, drop by drop, away from him and back to the wet sand. It left him
England x Reader - Matrimonial Technical Hitches
“I keep playing your part
But it's not my scene
Want this plot to twist
I've had enough mystery” - Sitting, Waiting, Wishing, Jack Johnson
[f/n] didn’t know what to do.
The last few weeks had been chaotic, to say the least.
After going out of the country and faced the whole boring official procedure of getting her passport authorized. She did expect that being the human representation (or at least part of it) of the said country would guarantee that those small steps could be overlooked but apparently, no, she had to face lines and enormous piles of papers. The girl finally had chance to visit somewhere interesting, since America had decided to celebrate the 4th of July in Vegas (a great idea in her view) when things started to go wrong.
First, she had, at much cost of her part, managed to take her best friend (and current source of all her troubles, but she’d get to that part) a few days earlier, to enjoy what the town had to offer. Arthur h
Soldier! Germany x Crossdressed! Reader - Survival
“For a long time we've been marching off to battle
In our thundering herd we feel a lot like cattle
Like the pounding beat our aching feet aren't easy to ignore
Hey, think of instead a girl worth fighting for” – Mulan
[f/n] was marching.
Left, right, left, right.
It was tedious, so repetitive and easy that she knew she could keep that pace with her hands tied and blindfolded. God, why she-
The girl tripped over a rock on the path. She nearly knocked Taylor down, who bumped into Braginsky. The Russian collided with Jones, which took the balance out of Kirkland, who smashed his nose into General Beilschmidt’s back. They all stopped for a moment, and then turned around, staring at her murderously.
If a pin was dropped on the forest ground right now, she guessed she’d hear it. The silence was not very comfortable either, now that she could feel everyone’s eyes on her.
“Sorry.” She squeaked before s
Pirate!Spain x Shy!Reader- Mi Apuesto CapitanIt was a hot day to spend at sea. The crew was sweating under the morning sun and no one knew where they were while you stood there on the deck with a mop in hand, staring at the Captain as he stood behind the helm. He had the usual cheery smile on his face.
How could they trust him? They had no idea where they were or where he was taking them and yet the crew trusted him. This... Spaniard.
"[Name]! We be needin' so'more ale!"
"C-comin' right up!" You nodded, snatching up two jugs of ale from the bar top and hurrying back to the drunkards to fill up their mugs. You kept your head down, not looking them in the eye.
"[Name]! How 'bout a barrel fer me boys?"
"B-barrel? Er... R-right away, sir!" You nodded, making your way to the corner of the tavern.
And there it stood. The barrel. It was full to the brim and it hand't even been used yet. You stare at it, not sure if you'd be able to carry it all the way to the table on your own.
"C'mon, [Name], we d'on have all day, la
Spain X Reader ~My Boyfriend~Antonio kisses you, passionately and untamed as his tongue begins to explore the crevasses of your mouth, and his hands, slyly, oh so sneakily, begin to wander up your shirt, searching. You entangle your fingers in his chocolate brown hair, pulling him towards you and moan, needily, ever-so-needily. You want this, so badly. You need this, as your tongue battles with his, neither willing to succumb to the other.
His weight, the way he presses up against you in the hallway, it just felt so right, so perfect, you were cursing the days that you had put this off, that you had prolonged what was meant to be and the feeling of bliss, of enlightenment that came with it, and you hold your breath, bated, as he pulls away, if but for a moment, playfully, teasingly nipping your lip.
Those knowing, thoughtful eyes that hadn't been so daring a few minutes ago stare into yours, and he smiles. You realize how gorgeous he is in that moment, as you smile up at him and then he closes the distance again,
SpainxPregnant!Reader - Names Matter
“Did you feel that one?”
“…What about that one?”
“Yes, Toni, I can feel it.”
“…......And that one?”
You sigh and put down the baby name book, rolling your eyes, “Toni, sweetie, I know you like to feel the babies kicking but you really don’t need to ask me, the one carrying them, whether I can feel it or not.”
He chuckles and sits up properly, having been hunched over you with his hands sprawled across your skin to feel every one of the twins’ kicks, realising what was wrong with his questions, “Ah… lo siento, ________. I’m just excited! It’s twins this time!”
“I know, Toni. Two very active twins,” you tell him, “Who, by the way, are way harder to name. We need two boys and two girls’ names, just in case.”
“…We managed to pick out Luis’ name.”
You shake your head, “No, Toni, yo
Spain X Reader ~ Salsa Practice~
Boom. Left foot back.
Boom. Rock on the right.
Boom. Left foot again.
The beat of the salsa began to continue, zooming away faster than you could practice to, and you couldn’t rock on your left heel fast enough, as you held out your hands and danced with an imaginary partner that you pictured looked a lot like your Antonio, who was out getting groceries.
You tightened the ponytail you had tied your hair back in and tsked to yourself, walking over to the stereo-radio player you had received as a gift from your mother ages ago and never, ever gotten rid of. It was the Holy Grail in this house, Antonio used it to play the Spanish radio and listen to the soccer games, Romano and Feliciano used it to play their soft pop songs whenever they came over, Francis for his romance songs, Gilbert for his punk and metal, and you?
You used it for dancing practice, whenever nobody was around.
A push of the button and the
Save me (SpainXReader)
Him. It was always him. She talked about nothing else. Marcus, Marcus and once again Marcus. It seemed like that was all she could talk about. How wonderful, romantic and sweet he was.
Why couldn’t it be me she talked about? Why couldn’t I be the one that made her so happy? The answer is simple, but oh so painful. I was too slow. I didn’t confess my feelings quick enough.
In fact, I didn’t confess my feelings at all. I was too scared to do it. So now I pretend to not care about how much it hurts to see her so happy with him.
“Antonio? Are you listening? (y/n) asked and brought me back to reality.
“Of course I am, chica,” I said and smiled. The smile was fake, but she didn’t notice. She never did.
Something seemed about Antonio seemed off today. It was as if he was in deep thought about something that made him sad. You ignored it and kept talking about your
Spain x Reader - Because Of The Turtle RQ
Brushing your hand through the sand, bringing your hand up the sand falls through the cracks of your fingers making a waterfall. You were entranced by the way the sand was falling that you haven’t noticed a small figure come closer to you.
Looking away from the sand you saw a turtle slowly making it’s way to you. You brush the sand off of you and get up to walk towards the small turtle.
“Hey little guy, what are you doing all the way here?” Bending down to rest on your knees you touch the turtle but it freaks out and shoves its head into his shell. “Don’t be scared turtle! I will not bite!” You try to have the turtle come back out of its shell.
“Tortuga! Where are you!” You heard a voice yell as you look up from the small turtle to see a gorgeous guy walking to where you were. His skin was tan and made him look irresistible. His ruffled looking curly brown hair made him look hot also. It felt like you were going to have a nosebleed
Spain X Reader ~Guidance~It is quiet in the church. She walks past long, oaken pews that extend from the path she walks to the walls of delicate stained-glass window, each one guarded by tall, wiry black candle holders that glow and shimmer peacefully in the darkness of the near-empty church, towards the end of the pews, where she sees a sight that has been on her mind and the one place in the entire world where she has found peace. A rosary, red beads longed turned dull brown from the constant use and from turning over trembling, worried hands, hangs from her fingers, intertwined on and under her palm and gracing her knuckles as she crosses the walk and stops, staring at what lay before her.
The statue has always been there, her painted face impassive and serene as she stands, and to walk to the statue of the Messiah hanging behind her on the wall, wood long replaced and gilded in gold, you have to pay respect to her to gaze upon the Messiah, she who is garbed in the clothes of a commoner and yet carried the
Spain X Reader (Romano's twin sister)
"Hey amigos (friends)!" Spain called waking both you and your twin brother, Romano, up.
"What-a do you want you tomato loving bas-" Romano started to yell before Spain cut him off.
"It snowed!" Spain said excitedly as you looked at him like he was crazy from where you sat on the couch.
"What-a are you talking about?" you grumbled since you weren't very happy he had woken you up from your nap.
Spain, or Toni as you called him when you weren't in a bad mood, sighed impatiently before he laced his hand in yours and pulled you up off the couch. You looked at him like he was crazy, but deep down inside you were curious as to what he had to show you. You were a tough cookie to crack sometimes; being Romano's twin made you want to act like him, always grumpy or fussing, but really once you got underneath all of that coldness, you found a really sweet, caring girl, much like her younger brother, Italy. You were so caught up in wondering about yourself you d
RomanoXReader Keeping Promises
((WARNING: CONTAINS CURSING. But hey, it's Romano, we all knew that. So you don't like? Don't read.))
"Tch! Stupid tomato jerk! Making a little kid like me clean his giant house! Who does he think he is?!" Grumbled the small country.
"Romano, I can hear you." Called the older Spaniard from the other room. The tall, tanned skinned, brown haired, and green eyed young man walked in and stared down at the little, hot tempered, dark brown haired, and amber eyed Italian. The Spaniard sighed in defeat. "Roma, just go outside. I'll clean."
"Ha! Good luck with that, you stupid tomato jerk!" Romano laughed before he ran out to the tomato garden. Out of all the things that he hated, living at Spain's place, he loved the tomato garden. "The only thing that jerk's good for is his tomatoes! If it wasn't for that, he'd be worthless!" The little boy grabbed for a bright red tomato.
Just as he gave it a tug, it wouldn't pull away from the vine.
"What the hell? Stupid thing." Romano grumbled as he gave
Spain x Reader - Feliz Navidad
“The twinkling of the lights”
Toni had made his best to hide the small present he had in hands from [f/n] all day long. He had spun the girl around the kitchen, so she wouldn’t see hanging on a shelf, stuffed it in his pocket, put it over the refrigerator, and even under a cushion of the sofa the little package had spent some time under. He knew that sooner or later it would reach her hands, but he wanted to make the moment be perfect.
“As Santa carols fill the household”
Not that she seemed to buy his excuses at all. [f/n] was, after all, a very cunning girl, and she was suspicious that the Spaniard was up to something. Damn him for having a soft spot for a sharp tongue and a witty intuition.
“Old Saint Nick has taken flight”
He felt the velvet against his skin once more, his eager digits playing with its soft texture. A smile sneaked its way towards his cheeks as he did.
Yes, Toni loved [f/n].
And now there was only on
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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