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“Big brother!!!” that small cry woke Lukas up and soon he ran across his room and soon he opened his door quickly. His little sister stood there and he saw silver tears falling from her eyes. He quickly swooped her up and held her close. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” “I had a bad dream big brother.” His heart melted then. Her small voice and how scared she sounded. He soon turned on a small light and held her close sitting on the bed. “Oh, what was it about?” “You… we went skating and you went under the ice…. I can’t swim…” right then she gr

The group gathered around the bucket. It was so crowded you could barely breathe. "Alright everyone, let ___ go, as we discussed..." Britain looked at you. You, being the only girl, had the privilege of being the one to draw. You reached your hand inside, scooping around, finally grasping onto a paper. "Holy Roman Empire..." You looked around. A little boy came up to you. "I am-a him-a! And you are not my Italy! This will not be as fun as I hoped " he looked relieved, but also let down. You smiled at the cute little one and walked into the closet. "May-a I ask you the pony of this game? Is it all nonsense! Would you like to join my empi

It wasn't that you really wanted to hide the fact that you were a girl from everyone else, it was simply...much easier this way. When your parents had moved you to Ouran Academy so you could be schooled with your dear cousin Tamaki, it had been quite shocking. You lived on your uncle's (rather excessively, in your opinion) enormous estate, in the same secondary mansion that your cousin lived in. It was your own choice to stay there- you were grandmother's favourite, after all, and she had very much wanted for you to reside in the main house- as you had been quite close to Tamaki throughout most of your childhood. Your uncle, or as he insist

  The night concealed her face perfectly as she paced down the beautiful and peaceful street full of homes of which were seemingly perfect from the outside. The woman held a basket in which her infant daughter lay sleeping; a beautiful little girl who was about 1 year of age.   She made it up to one of the bigger homes on the street, such a beautiful home that seemed to make the rest of the street seem like a hobo's home. Pulling a sheet of paper from her pocket, she nodded and went up to the doorstep.   Pulling out the piece of paper with the address scrawled on it, she sighed,'I haven't seen this man in two years...' Lookin

 A/U: My first 1pXReaderX2p is made~ I should write love triangle more often! Anyway I'm still in progress in writing their story present so it may take a while! Also this story is weird... Warning: Swears and a little violence Enjoy! --- It's such nice day for a woman with (H/L) (H/S) (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. Her name is (F/N) (L/N), personification of (C/N). That woman is you of course! You had a wonderful day with your boyfriend, Feliciano Vargas also known as north Italy. Today, you went on a date and it went well. But it isn't anywhere but their date was on his house that he shares with his older brother, Lovino Vargas; personific

New Skirt 2p!Japan x Reader You had nice legs. Everyone thought so, when they saw them. Everyone being your tattoo artist, your best friend, and your boyfriend, who was coincidentally also your tattoo artist. He told you that you should show them off, but you were insecure about your extremely curvy body. Until one day when you saw the just the cutest skirt, and you weren't about to wear a sweatshirt with a short skirt, so you bought a new shirt to go along with it. Your legs had several tattoos, along with your arms and abdomen. Of course no one was going to see your abdomen.  The next morning you sighed, gathering your courage. Kuro would

*SLAM* “I swear, this time it’s not my fault!” Lovino and Feliciano whipped their heads towards the doorway to see Arthur panting and cradled in his other hand was a little girl with short, cropped (h/c) hair and glistening (e/c) eyes filled with tears. “What is the meaning of this?!” Lovino bellowed which made the little girl wail loudly, clearly afraid of the Italian man’s sudden outburst. Arthur pats the girl’s back and tried to calm her down. He scowled at Lovino. “Look at what you’ve done to (name)! She’s now scared of you, you twat and that’s not going to help at all!&

~Reader's POV~ "Look Gil, I'm old enough to make my own decisions alright? I don't need you by my side 24/7 telling me what to do!" "[Nickname] I'm just protecting you!" he retorted. You rolled your eyes, "Sure you are. What do you know about him anyway?" "I've been on this world longer than you have and I have more experience. You're too young to date sis." "And when did you first date a girl?" you fired back. Silence. "Huh," you smirked, your expression eerily similar to your brother's. "Looks like I'm allowed to date~" "Nobody ever said that! I forbid you to date that guy! For all you know he might only want you for your body!" he

"O-oh! King Berwald!" Feliks said nervously Berwald folded his arms and glared at Feliks "F-Father, I can explain!" You said, trying to get away "I already know ... Heracles told me everything" Berwald said "Ah! Then you know about our Bargain" Feliks said "What Bargain?" Berwald asked, narrowing his eyes "(Name) and I ... made a deal" Feliks said, taking out a contract You looked away as Berwald took it and looked at it carefully. He sighed "It seems valid ..." He said, his voice shaking He looked at you for a moment and shed a tear "Release them ... and take me instead" He said "Father, no!" You cried "Mathias, Feliciano ... rel

''Ve~! I'm so full that I can't eat more!'' Feliciano murmured rubbing his stomach. Roderich and Elizabeta were laughing but you ignored them. On the surface was floating a thing. ''Guys I'm going to swim for a while'' you informed Elizabeta. ''Okay (y/n)!'' she said showed her thumb. You smiled to her and left to the surface. There he was standing on the floating thing. The pirate you had sung to. If he finds me, then I'm dead! you thought and dived back to water but you couldn't do it. The captain was still looking at you from the floating thing. ~Pirate's pov~ I saw her staring at me. It looked like she was scared of me. ''You don't have

Lovino ducked as Monica attempted to strike him with her colossal dragon claws. He tried to strike back as the Trio cheered him on "Lovi, Lovi! He's Our Man! If He Can't Do It, No One Can! Hooray!" They cheered "Little more help!" He grunted as he used his shield to deflect the flames "Oh, sorry!" Julchen said, laughing "We'll get right on it!" Marianne said, smiling "Si!" "Just ... hep me out!" He said, falling over in an attempt to back away He tried to defend himself but Monica swiped the shield away, making him defenceless "Oh ... I'm going to enjoy this, Lovino ..." She hissed He cowered in fear "(Name) ... I'm sorry" He breath

PART TWO: Midnight After hearing comments on how healthy you were and how pretty, even with a new star-scar on your cheek, you couldn't help but feel proud of assisting the other cats. It had not taken long before the cats in charge had passed the news on to the other animals at the house and had managed to even give the humans a hint of the situation. You had not been bothered by their compliments however, instead you had been kept in Lithuania's arms half the morning to double-check that you were feeling better and not in too much shock. Being held in his secure and gently embrace had been an astounding situation, you had purred away the w

 You have lived with the Nordics for a few years now. You have grown into a strong country and a beautiful young adult. You were happy with your family and who you became. You have taken responsibility of who you were and of your country. You attended the meetings to represent yourself and to put in your own word. You really grew up. Even so you were still (as Denmark would call you) the runt of the Nordics. You might have grown but you were still the little sister. Everyone enjoyed your smile as you walked passed them and you never seemed to make any enemies. You held your suitcase as you walked up the stairs to your hotel room where you a

(A/N: This is something I created. It has some things that have to do with actual wolves and some of it involves my own imagination.) Wolf!Hetalia X Wolf!Reader X Wolf!2P!Hetalia : Part 1 "Come on Lovino(Romano)!" You yelled. "Hold on! My paw still hurts!" You slowed down and said, "OK. We're almost back to the den anyway." "Good. I can't wait to get back..." You stopped dead in your tracks when you heard a twig snap 35 ft. away from you and Lovino. He also stopped. When you both heard it again, you were tackled to the ground by a cheerful wolf by the name of Feliciano(Italy). "Ve~! Bella(Beautiful)! I found you!" When you actually got

    "Papa!" you called as you hurried down the stairs, "Can I go to ze world meeting with you today?"    "Of course my little princesse (princess), but why ze zudden interest in today's meeting?" France asked setting down the pan he was holding.    "I want to zee Kiku--er I mean Mr. Japan," You said catching yourself and looking down embarrassed at the fact you had slipped up and called Japan by his human name, something you weren't suppose to do unless you were close with nation.    " 'mmm if I wasn't ze nation of love, zhen zhat slip up wouldn't mean anyzhing to me," France said, "But I am, so sit."    You opened your mouth to object, b

It hadn’t been your decision, definitely not. Your pet and friend (__p/n__) had passed away only a month ago and here your mom was driving you to the local animal shelter to “find a new friend.” The closest one to you, and the one you were going to, focused specifically on cats from what your mom told you.  Some might call it silly, but you felt it betrayal to get a new pet after such a short time. It felt as if you were replacing your fallen companion with someone new. Too bad no one cared about your opinion. “(__f/n__), stop moping. I’m doing this for your honey.” You refused to answer your mom, staring

HetaliaxChubby!Reader: Halloween Party [Italy's ending] ... a Red Riding Hood costume.     Your (e/c) eyes gazed over yourself in the mirror. This was definitely an interesting outfit. It was a red dress that puffed out around your waist, and was actually really short; you wouldn't be leaning forward for any reason. The top went up to a decent height, and the straps had a bit of lace that went down your arms. You also found some black, lacy, see through leggings that made you blush.     However, you kind of liked the costume, for one reason and one reason only. You knew that your friend Feliciano Vargas was going t

   Beep! Beep! Beep!   You growled at the alarm clock thinking maybe it would turn off.   Beep! Beep! Beep!   It continued to sing you the song of it's people. One of the most annoying sounds in the world. Your right foot twitched and your ears flicked. You wiggled your hand just to make sure you weren't in wolf form.   More than once you have gotten so relaxed in the night that you woke up as a wolf. It was a strange... surprise for Ludwig one morning when he came into your room to wake you up.  He doesn't go into your room in the morning anymore.   You lifted a sleepy hand and turned off the wretched machine. Stirring slightly you

    Slowly you opened your eyes and blinked against the light that shone in from your window. You sat up rubbing your eyes and looked around the room. Naturally, you're clothes for the day were laid out at the end of your bed by your butler. You smiled.    Your butler was a rather unique fellow, and over the years you had taken a fancy to him. Sighing you stood and dressed yourself. You dared not ever mention it to him, or anyone. It wasn’t exactly the most accepted relationship, one between a butler and his master. You tried to ignore your feelings but a lot of the little things he did just seemed to amuse you. The way he folded your

You turn around, not expecting to see… Italy Romano, or otherwise known as Lovino Vargas. Your favourite character in Hetalia. You glare at him, thinking him to be a hallucination. “Go away.” You tell him, turning back around. You dangle a foot off the edge. “No.” He replies bluntly. “Why would I sit back and fucking watch you kill yourself?” “Because you’re a figure of my imagination!” You yell, turning around. You don’t notice the wind picking up. “The fuck are you talking about?” He asks, obviously irritated at your lack knowledge. “Did you not get the da

 ". . . Ready or not, here I come!" At one of Alfred's parties, we all decided to play hide and seek, Alfred, of course, being "it". I ran into one of the back rooms, spotting an unlocked footlocker. After stepping inside it and making myself comfortable, I closed the lid, being careful not to lock it. Several minutes passed, and I wasn't found by anyone else. A few moments later, I heard someone frantically stagger into the room, closing the door behind them. There was a short pause before the lid to the footlocker opened, leaving me exposed. I wasn't caught, though, because the person standing before me was my cute little red-headed Ita

"How are you, my dear?" The judge asked The Woman-who-shall-not-be-named looked at him and gave a sweet smile "Fine, thank you. But I'm still so distraught about losing my beloved!" She said, giving a look of distress I knew it was fake ... I could see it in her eyes "Now, how do you feel about the accused?" The prosecutor asked, standing up "Oh, he was my world ... but he loved that Finnish boy more than he loved me" She said, giving a forlorn expression I looked at Tino, who just smiled sweetly. I noticed the mood in the jury changing as she began to "Mourn" the death of her lover. They all began to catter amongst themselves, pointing

You hid behind Norway as Sweden and Denmark began arguing with each other. Your twin brother Finland watched with wide eyes and Iceland clung onto hid big brother's arm when Denmark grabbed his axe from the side of the table and swung it at Sweden, who jumped back and nearly crashed into the four of you. You whimpered and buried your face in Norway's shirt and Finland tried to calm you down. "They'll quit, _____. Please stop crying," He begged, sounding upset. You looked up at him and he wrapped you in a hug and you clung to him, shaking as the two continued to fight. "HEY!" Norway shouted, and all became silent in the room. "You two idiots

You felt round, before your hand brushed over something hard… and curly? “Huh?” you pulled the object out, only to find – a, a pasta piece? “Pasta… Italy!” The large German said. “Is it-a me? Yay! I can-a cook her pasta and tell her stories about-a Grandpa Rome!” The bubbly Italian rushed over, scooping you into his arms and spinning round. You gave a squeal, throwing your arms round his neck. “Vell, let us go home. Ve shall get novhere now.” Germany sighted. “Agreed. We shall meet again in London.” Sighed England, picking his scone out the hat and nibbling on

Strange Café. – Colorful Penguin    Waiter!Hetalia x reader  By the dyslexic Author There was many banners to choose from, one more interesting than the other. but when my eyes felt upon a figure of a pink penguin I just knew that was the one waiter that probably appealed most to me. But I turn towards the manager who waits for my decision, my mouth gets dry “the penguin?”. He gives me a soft smile and leans towards me “you should know his a bid… he has troubles with communicating and its his first day as a waiter” I nod understanding “Well its my first time here… so” as the wo

 [Ludwig’s POV] “I’m varning you, Gilbert!” Ludwig told his brother following into the basement. “Or vat?” Gilbert smirked holding one of Ludwig’s bottles of beer in his hands as if he was going to open it. “Gilbert…” Ludwig narrowed his ice blue eyes at his brother. “Don’t you dare open zat.” Ludwig ordered as his brother popped the top off the bottle. Ludwig was about to tackle the albino when he heard the scream of his girlfriend. “______?” He said as both him and his brother ran up the basement door finding it barricaded with something on the

Part Five You shuffled up the stairs with your nose twitching but not really gaining as much information as you were used to. It seemed almost harder to climb up the stairs, though darting up them on your very long hands and feet meant you missed more stairs – the only problem was that you kept feeling dizzy. Thankfully though, you made it up the fancy stairs without tripping on the carpet and only smacking your knees once. When you reached the top, the sound of anxious mumbling reached your ears and straightaway you knew it was Russia. Perhaps he was upset because you were no longer in a cat form and perhaps he did not feel like he c

Reader P.O.V.      I could smell the salt of the sea and fresh tomatoes when I went into that room, it smelled like a garden by the sea. There was a man with curly, brown hair and emerald green eyes sitting in the chair with Mrs. Trunchabull. He turned and smiled a bright grin at me, it was a comforting smile. I smile back at him and looked down. He races over and picked me up and spun me,I gave him a happy giggle. “Hello, Pequeño Tomate*, I’m Antonio” He said. The spinning slowing down “but you can call me padre*, alright".  You had me worried when you showed up late, you still want me to adopt you right”

Hetalia X Reader- Canada’s Hug    … Matthew Williams, the most nice, shy, and invisible, not to mention syrup and pancake loving, Canadian. ~❤~    Quietly opening, closing, and locking the door, you walked down the streets, thinking of places where your quiet Canadian friend was. He could be in the park or at his house. Perhaps even at the market to buy more pancake ingredients and/or Canadian brand maple syrup.    Shrugging, you decided to check the park, where he enjoys to relax and spend nice days like this one. ❤Time Skip Brought to You by Canada Showering in Maple Syrup While Sexily Dancing❤    You ar

(y/n) stood up straight, wiping the sweat from her brow. She was picking tomatoes in her backyard. Her husband Antonio, most commonly known as Spain, was in love with the fruits and made sure that they had them at all times. Said husband had also forbid her from picking said tomatoes while she was pregnant, but she didn't listen to him. She was craving the fruit and she would get what she wanted. Looking at her basket, she saw four completely plump and ripe tomatoes. She was being picky, not only because she wanted those tomatoes in particular, but also because if she picked any more, her husband would notice that some of them were missing. T

    "Sadik!" you called as you walked around your house looking for your older brother, Turkey. "Gosh dang it, Sadik, where are you when I need you?"    You sighed and were about to give up your hunt for your brother, but suddenly you found yourself with a very... fashion forward Turk in front of you.    "What do you think _____________? It's the latest style," Turkey said grinning.    "Since when?" you asked looking over him, a bit horrified at the olive green coat he was wearing.    "Since this morning of course!" He said proudly. "You should go get one so you can be fashion forward like me!"    "Uh...sure... I'll do that now," you s

“Say it.” “Stop it-! Let me go!” The cold rim of the pistol burrows into your temple. Your tears distort the muted light and darkness into a unrecognizable blur. Claw-like nails dig into the tender skin of your wrists as they are aggressively pinned into the curve of your back. The force implemented crushes you into the cold, brick floor, crushing your ribs and windpipe, preventing any hope of one breath. Heated breath feathers against the shell of your ear as it comes in slow and staggered. And then he laughs an eerie laughs. It chokes and rattles in his throat. Your limbs slowly grow numb, and your mind draws a

  By the age of 6, you really hadn't gotten to known many people your parents knew. You were really curious as to who else they might know as well. Then came one day when both your parents had to leave to go somewhere and they invited someone new to stay with you.   Obviously, you were torn between the hurt of both your parents and the excitement of someone new being introduced into your life. When you heard a light knocking on the door, you went to the entry to the living room, peering at the door.   Greece knelt down beside you, stroking your (h/c) lightly and smiling,"Don't be afraid of him, okay?" Turkey went to get the d

You yawn and stretch your arms. What time is it? You glance at the clock above the door. Quarter past seven. You sigh. It's time to get up. Before you leave the room, you peek at your flatmate's bed. Of course he made it immediately after he woke up. You don't have time to do the same with yours. No one is going to enter this room during your classes, anyway. Generally, Levi is the tidiest human you've ever met. When you decided to find someone to rent a flat with, you've never expected that kind of a person. He literally interrogated you. The questions were simple enough – what are your habits, how often do you clean your room, are y