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Lost Bet - Greece (x) Reader
You mumbled curses in your native language under your breath. You really couldn’t believe what was happening. You really couldn’t believe you lost a bet to the bad touch trio – why you made one with them was beyond your memory – and what they were making you do as “punishment”. You were wearing a Josie and the Pussycats-style outfit: an orange and black striped leotard with matching tail, an orange, cat-ear headband and large paws. Black stripes were painted across your face like whiskers. Oh, but this wasn’t worst part of it.
You turned back to the trio, who were hiding behind large bushes. They all shot you good luck thumbs up and flashed stupid smirks before hiding again. You turned away again, your face completely red. You really couldn’t believe you were going to do this.
Greece was leaning against a rock with his arms behind his head, just looking up at the cloudy sky. It was bright and warm and the clouds had taken funny shapes.
Request: Prussia (x) Reader
Prussia was on a mission; a private mission of the utmost important and not a thing was going to stop him from achieving his ultimate goal. He made his way quietly through his house, ducking and hiding to avoid "compromisation" whenever he saw a shadow pass by or heard what even remotely sounded like footsteps. He swore nothing was getting in his way and he meant it.
He poked his head past a corner and then smirked. “Target acquired.” He muttered under his breath. He walked on his tip toes as quietly as possible until he saw his target move. He panicked and ducked behind the wall again. After a few moments, he poked his head back out again. “Good.” He breathed when he was sure it was still there. He got down on his stomach and crawled on the floor the rest of the way, sure he would stay out of sight this way.
Once finally at his destined location, he looked over his target and picked up his hand.
“Don't even think about it.” You groaned in your appar
Little Hero - America (x) Reader
Alfred sat you in between his open legs, rested his chin on your shoulder and gently rubbed your nine-month old bay bump. “Can't wait for you, little hero.” He said softly and then started humming. In response, you felt a very light kick, making you gasp a bit. Alfred stopped, not knowing what happened. “Sorry, did I hurt you?” He asked. “No. The baby just kicked.” Alfred's eyes sparkled. “Where?!”
You giggled and guided his hand to where you felt the first kick, but nothing. “Guess it's asleep.”
“No, it's awake.”
“Hey, it likes me!” Alfred laughed. You giggled more as your baby responded happily to your idiotic husband, kicking you very lightly where your hands were resting. You layed your head back and thought to when you first told him.
It was about two weeks before Christmas and you had been feeling sick. You had to find out what was
Sakura - Japan (x) Reader
Sakura hirahira maiorite ochite
Yureru omoi no take wo dakishimeta
Kimi to haru ni negai shi ano yume wa
Ima mo miete iru yo sakura maichiru
The cherry blossoms fell, fluttering down
Embracing every bit of my fluttering love
Even now, I’m dreaming the dream I prayed for with you that spring
The cherry blossoms scatter
You sat on the white, wooden bench, waiting for the train. It was warm outside. Bright Cherry blossoms were being carried by the breeze. It was a perfect spring day, but you couldn’t bring yourself to smile. You couldn’t. You hadn’t in years. One small cherry blossom leaf blew past you and you caught it in your hand. As you looked down at the pin petal, you thought to the days when you could.
You sat on the single swing attached to the large cherry blossom tree. That day, too, was warm and bright and just perfect. A wide smile was on your face as you stayed in a simple, comfortable position. Sitting at the base of the tree in front of y
25 Days of Christmas - Day 1
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-1 Day Before-
You watched as America carried box upon box upon box of Christmas decorations with little trouble. You decided to put the tree up late because you didn’t want the cat messing with the ornaments.
“America, are you sure you don’t want my help?” You asked, following him.
“I got this, babe!” He insisted as though you’d asked more than once. He put them in the living room, by the tree he had went out and cut down himself. He looked at the tree, almost as if envisioning what it would look like. You found out he was when he looked at you and said, “All right, (name), let’s get started. I know exactly what we’re going to do.”
You helped America put the ornaments and tinsel and such on the tree. The lights were put on first and then everything else followed. It was looking really good, but it was off. Something was missing. You looked at the tree, trying to figure out what it was
The End - Lithuania (x) Reader
The bright yellow spring Sun shone happily above the little park, which was really nothing more than simple grassland with a stone walkway that twisted around small hills, a few benches, lamp posts and trees and a small fountain with the Greek goddess Aphrodite, the Goddess of love, in the center. Little children laughed and played whilst birds chirped, perching themselves in their trees with their newly hatched young. A special kind of warmth could be felt throughout the park.
With no attempt to take in the beauty of the day, you walked the red brick path with no real intent, but to give yourself something else to do than sit in your room, being upset. Why would you be upset? Because you had a hopeless crush on a certain Lithuanian who refused to acknowledge your feelings, being too busy chasing after the ever-insane Natalia. You took in the warm air then exhaled, telling yourself not to think about. You came out to get your mind off of that, not dwell on it more.
You kept your eyes o
25 Days of Christmas - Day 13
-Two Weeks Before-
Romano sat in the small restaurant, waiting for you. He had called you earlier, saying he wanted to speak to you. A waiter had taken his order and left him to himself...until you came along.
“Hey, Romano.” You said. You sat down in the chair opposite him. “So, what’d you call me here for?” You asked. Romano looked down, blushing. “Did...you get an invitation to England’s Christmas party?”
“I don’t think anyone didn’t. Why?”
“I...just figured...if you were going...we could go together.” Romano was blushing more.
You giggled. “You mean, like a date?”
“No! I just mean I could pick you up...stupid.”
“Well, excuse me. If you plan on being rude all night, then no, I won’t go with you.”
“Uh...wait...(name).” You stood up and walked away. “Later, Romano.” Romano sighed. Not again. This wasn’t the first time you’d le
25 Days of Christmas - Day 6
-The Day Of-
December 25th … just another day to Russia...or at least, it’s supposed to be. No. Not this year. This year, England was hosting a party and invited just about everyone except him; the Baltic States, his sisters, everyone. Belarus and Ukraine offered to stay with him, but he pushed them to go. He didn’t want them to be unhappy with him.
“I will bring back many gifts and snacks for you, brother.” Belarus said before she and Ukraine left. Russia waved with a forced smile as he watched them go. Once they were out of sight, his expression dropped and he retreated into his house. He now sat alone in his house in his living room in a chair next to the fire. His cat was at his feet, for some reason it seemed like he was sad, too. Well, they did say sometimes pets can take on the likeness of their owners.
A knock came at Russia’s door. Maybe it’s Belarus. She probably couldn’t stand thinking of me alone. Russia thought as he stood a
Request: England (x) Reader
The meeting started and the countries were getting absolutely nothing done. It was the holidays and everyone was just relaxing, sitting down and talking about plans for the holidays. Even Germany was letting loose.
In one area of the room, four of the allied boys were talking over their own plans until one of the female nations came over. “Hey, guys, I think something is wrong with England.” She said and pointed to him. His head was on the table with his arms around it.
“I'm sure he's fine.” America stated.
“He probably just got drunk again.” France added.
“I don't know. He really does seem upset. Maybe you should go talk to him.”
“Guys don't talk to guys about guy problems. We just punch each other in the shoulder. That's like...6 months worth of therapy right there.”
“Yea. To a girl.”
She leered at America. He groaned. “Fine. I'll go do it.”
He got up and walked over to En
The Perfect Relationship. - Prussia x Reader.
You smiled lightly, acknowledging that your boyfriend, Gilbert, was standing across from you in the train. His hand embracing the railing and texting at the same time.
You took out your phone as you received a text almost instantaneously.
"Fancy meeting you here, beautiful." The two of you exchanged smiles as you texted back.
"Yes, the awesome Gilbert. I didn't know you took this train. Didn't you always take the R?"
You shoved the phone back into your pocket as you heard him snap his fingers, noticing that he motioned for you to check the device again.
"Train was dead halfway down Lineyard Street station ): -" You stopped reading once noticing his unhappy emoticon and smiled. He rarely used them because they were 'un-awesome', he said. "So they told us to transfer to the D. Apparently it's magical and it goes where I need it to be, which is awesome; but not as awesome as I am though."
"Of course, no one is as awesome as you, right? By the way,
Prussia X Reader WrestlingYou entered your bedroom after taking a nice hot shower and fell on your bed, next to the smirking Prussian. You both were in sleepwear and you just lay next to him and watched him, just as he did. It was a long and tiring day but your bed and your awesome boyfriend made you finally relax though. Gilbert let out a loud sigh and closed his eyes. You could see that you weren't the only one so tired.
You saw that you probably won't have any "fun" tonight and that made you a bit disappointed. He promised you! But if he was tired and so were you... There was no hope. But you were so bored and you didn't want to sleep yet. You sat up and watched him rest. You thought a bit then you suddenly but carefully you crawled closer to him and straddled his stomach and looked down at him. He opened his beautiful crimson eyes and watched you curiously.
"What are you doing?"
You smiled and pinned his arms over his head. You were surprised he let you but you were happy about it. Then you leaned close to
Prussia x Reader A Sticky MessIt had been a long day of messing about and chasing each other around the park, so what you and Gilbert needed now was a cold drink and a comfortable sofa to sprawl on.
Gilbert had taken you back to the house he shared with his brother. You, being used to the house by now, hung your jacket up and kicked off your shoes.
"What do you want to drink?" Gil asked, leading you into the kitchen.
You followed him, shrugging. "Coke?"
Gilbert grabbed two glasses from the cupboard before tugging a full bottle out of the fridge, none too gently.
"Careful!" you scolded. "It'll fizz over."
With a scoff, Gilbert put his hand on the lid. "I didn't shake it up enough for that." He twisted the top to open the new bottle. As you predicted, the coke began to fizz, spraying Gilbert right in his arrogant face.
You couldn't help yourself. You doubled over with laughter, holding your stomach as Gilbert frantically tried to get the lid back on the bottle. "Well, I hate to say I told you so, but..." you trailed
APH Prussia x Reader - Loving SmileLoving Smile
Pairing: Prussia x Reader
Warning: Modest use of curse words and slightly suggestive
We both sat down on the cool kitchen floor on a random Tuesday amidst the summer's unbearable heat. The weather was hot and humid making my white t-shirt stick to my body. Not that I am complaining or anything. Hey, they make me look dead sexy!
Anyways, me and (name) were sitting down on the floor, eating blue popsicles that (name) had bought from the convenient store a few hours ago. It was refreshing to eat such a cold treat on a blazing summer day like this, but alas it didn't last.
"It's so hot (name)~ Or is it just me?" I joked, winking at the unsuspecting girl. She blushed lightly, maybe because of the heat or me, before grinning widely.
"Oh, it's totally you Gil." She cooed, licking the blue Popsicle, which is now the subject of envy, sexily. Damn, she knows how to make the awesome me hot and bothered.
(Name) continued to eat her
Hasty (PrussiaXReader)The gentle wind ruffled some of your soft hair from your forehead. The book you'd been so engrossed in was resting on your stomach. The sunlight that filtered through the leaves created warm criss-cross patterns on your arms, that shifted every next moment.
Your breath was as even as the ticking of a watch, perfectly balanced as you snored away gently. The comfortableness of the afternoon had sneaked up on you and had covered you with a light blanket of peaceful sleep.
Cue the quiet-destroyer. Gilbert smirked as he hovered over your figure, his lips ghosting over yours. He pressed his lips fervently against yours, tracing yours with his tongue.
Still groggy from the doze, you blinked your eyes to see the Prussian kissing you. When he saw your (e/c) orbs glare at him he pulled back a bit, still pressing his frame close to yours.
"......Hey frau." Your eyes widened at his blasé greeting. "Get the hell off of me." You threatened, your expression dark.
He merely smirked and shook his head.
PrussiaXReader .::Sex Positions::. Crack/Drabble
You sat bored on the couch with your albino boyfriend. You were both sitting upside down next to each other as you watched TV. Though TV wasn't really your thing(you preferred anime), you put up with it for your awesome man.
You were both watching Ghost whisperer for no apparent reason whatsoever. Suddenly a commercial came on and the first words that were said were, "What's your favorite sex position?" and you quickly shut the TV off.
"See, Gil.... That's why I stick to anime." you said, quite weirded out by that question.
"Kesesesese!" Gilbert laughed, "Und zhat, frau, is vhy I stick to TV. You have no idea vhat you see on TV."
"Hm...." you grunted, the blood beginning to rush to your head.
"Sooo~," Gilbert began, "Vhat is your favorite sex position?"
"What!?" you exclaimed, not believing your own ears.
.... Well, this is Gilbert we're talking about......
"You heard me!" he said.
"Ummmm......." you began, a little creeped out, "I wouldn't
Mistletoe series (PrussiaXReader)You were in the midst of putting some Christmas presents underneath the huge tree at America’s party when an annoyingly loud voice yelled at you. The Prussian’s shout made you jump, also making you drop the present in your hands to the floor.
“Hey! Heads up!” You sighed, knowing that if you didn’t turn around quickly you’d probably be pelted with a ball of some sort or even water balloons. What you certainly didn’t expect was the Prussia smashing his lips against yours with fervour as France held a plant above your heads.
Chuckling Spain snapped a picture of your shocked expression. Prussia grinned self-satisfied with being able to kiss you, pulling back from your lips. It was at that point that you realised that the leaves being held aloft graciously by the Frenchman weren’t those of mistletoe.
“You bastards! This is holly!” You cried, chasing the three around the room. “It’s close enough!” They answered in
[Prussia X Reader-Cuz she's Prussian] [Prussia X Reader-Cuz She's Prussian]
A/N: I do not own Hetalia or Gilbert Beilshmidt they belong to Hidekaz Himaruya and you belong to Ivan Braginsky, Da? *^*
The night, for once was peaceful and there was absolutely nothing that cou-AHHHHHHHHH!
A long high pitched girly scream made you jump out of your bed and run out of your room towards the upstairs bathroom you and your housemate Gilbert (Prussia) shared. Wearing your fluffy socks and only your tank top and pyjama shorts, you slid past the open bathroom door, leaning to your right you stood up smiling at the flabbergasted Prussian in front of you, he was in only his boxers and a white cotton shirt.
Your laugh lightened up the lonely dark house as you studied your Prussian friend; you had put clear plastic over the toilet bowl before you went to bed as a comeback for the many pranks he’s done to you.
Shaking your head you looked up at the blushing and panting Gilbert, his back was against the shower c
PrussiaXReader -Our life after that war- One shot!
Prussia continued to listen to the slow, and calm beeping, that represented your heart beat. He sat on a chair beside your bed, your fragile hand in his. He ducked his head as he watched you sleep peacefully.
Flashbacks of the war ran through his head. Many injured countries, and you were one of them.
He knew you were strong, he knew you could handle yourself, and he knew you turn out fine. But in the end, he knew you would lose if you were up against him.
"I'm sorry," he whispered to you, not really caring that you weren't awake to hear him. It was his fault that you were lying in a hospital bed, battered and bruised.
"Hm? Why are you sorry, Prussia?"
Prussia's eyes widened and he turned his gaze to your face, to see you looking at him with a tired smile on your face.
"Ah, (y-y/n), y-you're awake," he stuttered tears in his eyes. Usually the cocky albino would never let anyone see him cry, but he loved you too much to care. A grin came to
You Are What You Eat - Prussia (x) Reader
You pushed open the door to Germany's house. “Guten Tag, bros!” You greeted, slamming the door behind you. You were immediately forced into a hug by Italy. “Ciao, bella!” He smiled.
Italy pulled out of the hug and looked at you curiously. “Pasta? Where?”
You laughed. “I meant, you, Italy.”
“Why you call me pasta?”
“Because, as they say, you are what you eat.” You answered.
“Oh, well that makes sense. I LOVE pasta! In fact...” Italy skipped off into the kitchen at the same time Prussia was coming out.
“So you are what you eat, huh?” He smirked, pulling his arm around your waist. “Funny, I don't ever remember eating a sexy beast.”
You rolled her eyes. “Whatever, Gil. Wanna hang out today?”
“You had me at blowjob.”
“Wha...? But I didn't...”
Prussia put a finger over your mouth, silencing you. “Shhh. Don't speak.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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