Your Greatest Undoing: 2p!Russia x Artist!ReaderYou twirled around the kitchen happily as you heaped innumerable amounts of vegetables and cheese into your bubbling omelette. The sounds of Fall Out Boy were blaring through the speakers to your right and you could not help but sing along to The Phoenix as you went about your breakfast crafting. It was a lovely summer’s day and the sun twinkled at you happily between the curtains you had flung open earlier. Anyone who saw you would say you were excited, ecstatic even, about something; what caused your happiness they would not know unless they asked. In truth, you were excited. Today was to be a good day – a guaranteed good day.
You had been accepted to work at La Mode; the famous art studio that you had always admired since the day you had started painting. It sat in the center of the city and its sleek design had always caught your eye as you had walked past. It had been your dream to work in the studio – to create paintings they would soon display proudly in their
England X Reader: Tea Prefernces
Arthur sat across from you sipping his tea. Your boyfriend never ceased to amaze you with how sophisticated he acted.
“Hey Arthur?” You asked
“Yes (f/n)?” He answered
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?”
You sighed and he went back to being silent. You were bored... Whenever you hung out, it always started out stiff. Even when you had started dating, it took a while to break the ice. You wished it could just be normal, fluffy, and adorable. Like how you had imagined it.
You remembered back to when you had confessed.... He looked so confused and hug-able! He had blushed like crazy and was so flustered~ You needed something that would make him act that way again... Maybe that could break the ice!
But what could you say? It had to be something that he wouldn't see coming, something unexpected. Suddenly an idea popped in
I Guess That's a 'Yes' (America x Reader)
A capped head was bobbing past the window and up to the porch. You inhaled sharply, arms covered in soap and water, and snatched the dish towel on the counter before rushing towards the front door.
You refused to believe it.
He couldn't be.
It was too early and he hadn't told you–
But sure enough, there he stood – crisp and as handsome as ever in his officer's uniform, a few beads of sweat trickling down the sides of his face from the hot, summer sun – with a grin so wide it threatened to shatter his face.
The dish towel landed in a heap by your feet, forgotten and unnoticed as you stared in wide-eyed awe at the man before you.
Alfred grinned cheekily. “Hey babe. Miss me?”
His image became clouded as tears flooded your vision.
You propelled yourself off the porch and into his awaiting arms, your fingers curling into his back as you held him close. Choked noises erupted from your throat and soapy bubbles
It was quite a sight when Alfred Jones, the human personification of America, got drunk. He could really hold his liquor, unlike Arthur Kirkland, his technical older brother. So it took a lot of drinks to get the blue eyed, dark blonde haired country wasted.
But that is exactly what happened tonight. Alfred showed up at your door, no doubt driven here by a few of the other countries and then plopped down at your door before they all took off running.
Your name is (Name) (Last), the personification of (country), and you were really good friends with Alfred. You'd met a long time ago when he first became a country, you were also still a little country back then, and you both became fast friends. After a while you started to develop a crush on said friend, but you never told him. You didn't want to ruin your friendship if he didn't return your feelings and it made things awkward.
As soon as your doorbell rang, your (e/c) eyes tore themselve
Grumpy Sleeper (England x Reader)
Grumpy Sleeper (England x Reader)
Warning Cheeky brit ahead! Hope you Enjoy it :3
You couldn't decide whether or not it was sad or adorable, the fact that the grumpy brit was also a grumpy sleeper. Like seriously did this guy ever smile unless it was for a cup of tea, his magical ‘Friends’ or if he was drunk?
You were on your way back to England after visiting Alfred in America and were on a plane with only a few people on it- curtsey of Alfred and his government. Arthur was snuggled up into a blanket with headphones on next to you fast asleep, his face was quite adorable all scrunched up in annoyance as if he had just bumped into Francis.
His bushy brows kept twitching every so often and the occasional sleepy slur would pass through his smooth lips as if he was grumbling to himself. You giggled quietly as he mumbled in his sleep
England x Reader - Apologies, my lady.
The fanfiction below contains some cuss. Just saying.
You were late. Why ? Because your damn car decided this day will be a shitty one, thus it broke down in the middle of the road, leaving you surrounded by mad motorists, yelling and honking at you like if humanity had to face a zombie apocalypse and you were actually stopping them from escape their imminent death. Gosh, I have a job too, chill out., you thought.
Oh, yes. And what a stressful, frustrating job you had. You were the recognized clerk in all the world meetings. Do people know how hard it is to deal with edgy countries, just sitting here and taking notes without behind actually allowed to give your opinion ? I do.
You had just managed to get your can on wheels, as you liked to call your tiny car, out of the way, in a pouring rain. To sum it all up, you were now extremely late, and soaking wet.
Climbing the stairs slowly, you tried not to stumble. You were getting annoyed of this squish-sponge
England x Fairy!Reader - Pay attention to me!
The fanfiction below contains some cuss. Just saying.
You were braiding your (h/l) (h/c) pensively, sitting on the door knob of Arthur's office. He was locked inside, working on whatever he was obsessed with for now a week or so. You could hear him grumble like an old man through the door, which didn't make you giggle like you would usually have. No, it annoyed you. Instead of taking care of some useless paperwork, he could take care of you, or simply chat with you over a cup of Earl Grey. But the Brit had shut himself up in an ivory tower and kept you away.You had tried everything to get his attention. You had banged on the wooden door – he diddn't hear you, which was quite normal considering the size of your fists. You had magically made a mess in his office – he put everything back in order and resumed working, simply grumbling louder than before. You had spent an entire day cooking scones for him and without using any fairy dust, just so he would realize how much
Bodyguard!RussiaXFamous!Reader~ I'll Protect You
You often thought about what had happened in your life to lead you to where to this moment. You were a young, powerful senator who was leading the charge towards world peace. This put you on the hit list of many terrorist groups. You definitely weren’t the young girl from (hometown) anymore.
It was because of the constant threats on your life, and the nagging of your advisors, that you hired a bodyguard.
“An unfortunately attractive bodyguard,” you thought.
Ivan Braginski was tall and strong. He had light hair and violet eyes. He was also one of the most intimidating men you had ever seen. Hence why he made the perfect bodyguard.
You pulled your (h/c) hair into a tight bun and smoothed out your pencil skirt. Letting out a breath, you walked out of your home and into the backseat of the black car that was waiting for you. You busied yourself with papers and such, trying to avoid looking at the man next to you.
“Good morning, Miss (lastname),” Ivan sa
Yours -- GerIta"Your eyes."
The hand over the German's face was placed in vain; nothing could hide the deep blush that spread all the way from his cheeks to his ears, as much as Germany wished to sink into the shadows and just be free of this embarrassment. "We we are not discussing this, Feliciano."
"Why not?" His head lifted slightly from the German's chest, the ever-present smile gracing his lips. Italy reached up to tug at the blond's wrists, bringing his hands away from his face with an amused giggle. Germany could be so silly, sometimes! "It's something nice to talk about!"
Germany gave no resistance to the Italian's grip, fighting back a sigh as he met the other's eyes. It was too much to expect a quiet night with Italy; they had not been laying in bed five minutes before that musical voice had piped up, dancing from topic to topic in a sudden burst of energy that was certainly not there when Germany had carried him from the couch to the bedroom, already half asleep. He had hoped that may
Prussia X Reader- The Troubled AideDisclaimer: I still do not own Hetalia or any of its characters. You are your own person so I can't own you either.
"What on earth did I do to deserve this?"
You repeated the phrase for the fifth time as you lay wide awake in your bed, staring at the ceiling. You had not been able to sleep well at all and the dark circles under your eyes proved this. You groaned loudly as your alarm clock let out a shrill ring to warn you it was six in the morning. You shut it off and slowly sat up on your bed.
"Another fabulous day " you said sarcastically as you made your way to the bathroom.
As you brushed your teeth, memories of the events that led up to your current situation ran through your mind. About three years ago, after graduating college, you were having a rather difficult time finding work. People seemed to be doing more firing than hiring.
You knew it was going to be hard finding work with the job market being as it was but you didn't realize things would be this bad. You sea
I'm a christian and i love manga and anime i love fantasy and pretty much every other kind of genre.|
I am not ashamed of my God -> And you? -> When you reach the Bible
devil has a headache, when you open it, has a nervous breakdown. when
start reading - faints. When you begin to live it - run away. And when
you're going to copy and paste this message is trying to make you
coward. The challenge is to do it. Paste it on your wall, if
you are part of the Army of God. Copy the various rubbish and as for God -
forgive ...I found this on some one else's page I like the way they think god bless!