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"Come on babe, it's Christmas Eve!" You rolled your eyes at your boyfriends pleas and sighed before nodded at the overly hyper blonde. "Alright Al, one present, only because you're so damn cute." You said with a huff as he smiled at you and ran up to you scooping you into his arms as he made his way towards the living room where the bright, decorative tree was. "Alfred Jones, put me down right now!" You wiggled in his arms trying to get free only to have his hold tighten even more. "No chance babe, I love you in my arms!" You pouted slightly which earned you a kiss on the cheek. "I'm to big for you to carry me around like this Al." He st

Australia x Shy!Chubby!Reader: Do you? Prom. So far, it was terrible for a young girl like (Name). Sitting alone by a bench in the corner, not daring to go by any of her friends, she might end up looking like a third wheel (and to no doubt, no one likes that). Of course they all had been asked out, but as for the young girl, she had absolutely no avail nor any type of luck. The poor girl knew that would be coming, but all her friends insisted on coming along. What other could she do? Stay at home, read a romance novel or two... ...But here she was stuck here alone by the loner bench in a corner where she hoped that no one will notice her

The keys made a clinking sound as he threw them onto the coffee table. The man looked at himself in the mirror, he wore a plain tee shirt and jacket. It had been a while since he went out casually like this, if dropping someone off was considered “going out”. His cheeks tinted a pink as he looked over to a couch that sat in the open living room. A memory washed over him. The girl last night, this man’s secretary, had slept over last night… “Hey, (F/n),” his voice was at a soft whisper. Mathias’ lips formed a small smirk as he looked down at a head pressed against his chest, her face slightly hidden

EnglandXReader~ Englishmen are policemen Well this was bloody fucking brilliant now wasn't it?! You were only a little bit over the speed limit... only a little....10...15... 20 miles an hour over 45... that was only a little bit. Right? Okay, it was only going to be a ticket... only a ticket. All you had to worry about was your boyfriend finding out about it... Yes he might be a police officer but there's still a chance he wont find out about it if the officer walking up to your car now didn't recognize you as his girlfriend. You shrunk into your seat slightly as you listened to the footsteps on the pavement come closer and close... h

Beauty queen of only eighteen She had some trouble with herself He was always there to help her She always belonged to someone else… You were eighteen years old. Everyone told you where drop-dead gorgeous. Shimmering (e/c) eyes, (h/l) (h/c) hair, and a beautiful smile that could make roses look like weeds. You, on the other hand, always thought of yourself as not worth anything. That’s probably thanks to your boyfriend, who treated you badly. He always made you cry, and threatened to leave you. You didn't really trust anyone else but your best friend France, also known as Francis Bonnefoy, thought of you as every jewel known in t

The quiet boy sat down beside you, his tousled hair looking so beautiful that you wanted to run your fingers through it. He glanced up at you with his large, violet eyes, and you felt your insides tickle. You turned away abruptly, taking your fork and attempting to eat what this school called “food”. “Can I ask you a question, (name)?” Your heart sped up at that, and you nodded slowly, your heart starting to thunder. Goddammit. It had been three months since these weird reactions had begun, ever since the pool party at Alfred’s house when you noticed how incredibly handsome your Icelandic best friend was. And

Netherland x Reader Forgotten Ch. 1 "You can't catch me," you laughed as you ran away from Tim. Tim was your Dutch boyfriend for 6 months. You hide in the closet as you heard Tim come closer. But then the steps stopped. You thought he gave up but you were wrong. The closet door was opened and a Dutch man said," found you, (name)." He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. "But don't want to," you whined as he carried you downstairs." Come on (name) just help me cover up the tulips for the snow," Tim said still carrying you. "Ok," you said in defeat. Then the phone rang. Tim put you down and let you get the phone. "Hello," you ans

There was something about the city on snowy nights. Where the sky was dark as could be but snow was still gently falling onto the powder already on the ground. And how the lights of the streets and homes seemed to make the night look like it was cast in a dim orange glow. That might have been one good thing about moving into a bustling city where there were no lawns or rolling fields. There were always plenty of lights on snowy nights. Well that plus your job but for right now the snowy night was your main source of calmness. Things had been hectic at work today and working as a waitress wasn't anywhere near being calm during Christmas seas

 “Easy,” I muttered to myself as I slowly dragged the pen across the paper. The pen felt odd in my hand, shaking inside my uncertain fingers. “Okay. . .Now big ‘M’. . .and then little ‘n’. . .Ugh, that looks terrible.” I continued to slowly write down the alphabet, the pen sometimes slipping and I awkwardly taking hold of it. “Big ‘N’. . .little ‘n’. . .Ugh! That looks worse than before!” “What looks worse than before?” I turned my head to see a silver head peeking through my bedroom door. His lips were curled up into a cheeky grin, and his red

          “Bella!” I didn’t get the chance to turn around as Feliciano glomped me from behind. He jumped on my back and I stumbled forward from the impact. “Bella! Will-a you go the World-a Meeting with me and fratello next-a week?” he asked excitedly.          “Get off-a her Feli!” Romano yelled at his younger brother. Feliciano hopped off and I leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath. I’d been staying with the two Italians for the past few weeks because my landlord kicked me out of my apartment. I knew he hated me, but anyway, I never knew what Lovino put up with all day long until

Scotland x Reader You're too beautiful for this  Allistor put down that cigar! Allistor stop smoking! Allistor quit it with the fags already! I've heard it all before. Everything anyone could shout at me about it actually. And I was sick of it. But I couldn't quit. Never. I was up to my neck in this addiction and it seemed too late to turn around. But I realised one day my addiction was nothing compared to that of a young lass I knew.  She was a friend of Arthur's, always happy and smiling. She loved to sing at the top of her lungs and enjoyed small things. She was full of energy for days, Arthur even joked she could power a small city sh

You watched the match in TV. Currently you were sitting in your hotel room in Madrid. You came to Spain to meet up with your boyfriend and spend your vacation with him. Unfortunately you’ve arrived to Madrid the day when he was out of town for an important play. You wore a Spanish football team t-shirt and bright blue pants all day and you were absolutely sure your football star and his team will win! You smiled brightly when he scored a goal. Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, captain of Spanish national football team, the most famous football player in Spain, one of the best players in Europe and on top of that – your boyfriend. How m

Sweden looked at the previously crumpled-up paper with uncertainty. Thoughts raced in and out of his mind. If only that idiot Denmark hadn't brought him to this. It wasn't like he had much of a choice anyway... All Sweden could think about was that you were going to be head-over-heels in love with him. According to Denmark. ~~~ Sweden found you sitting on the living room couch at the Nordic House. You sat upside down, your legs on the back of the couch and your head hanging off the edge. Your [h/c] hair hung loose all over the floor. You had your arms stretched out above you, gripping a game controller tightly while attacking the buttons

Switzerland x reader What my sister doesn't know 3 ~Your POV~   It was finally the weekend. Nothing but hanging out with your two best friends and your older brothers. Sounds like fun right? WRONG!   i sat in the piano room with Lili and Eliza after running from my brother Gilbert who should by now be annoying the heck out of Roderick. Yep it's a normal weekend for me. The only thing that could make it MORE chaotic would be if Alfred and Matthias came.   ...That's right Mathias. What he told me...could it be real? Did Vash really think about me that way?   I pushed some of my (h/c) hair out of my face and looked to my friends. Lili lo

It was starting to get eerie with Lukas watching over you like that. He had been staring at you ever since you came over to the Nordics’—as you liked to call the interesting group of five people—house for a sleepover. “Emil, did I do something to make your brother mad at me?” you asked your quiet, yet passionate friend. “I don’t think so,” he answered. “I think it’s more along the lines of him being too shy to talk to you.” You made a face. “So instead he just stares at me? Don’t you find that a little creepy?” Emil grimaced. “I’ve had to get u

(Name) rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. The door opened and a tall man with long blond hair and blue eyes smirked down at her. He wore and black and was muscular (Name) figured he lifted weights. She smiled and remembered she had a newspaper article in her back pocket. She took it out and handed it to him, he took it and red it over, and he smirked and leaned on the door frame. “So you here for the job?” he asked still smirking. “Y-Yes sir, um my name is (Full Name) and I’m twelve years old, I would be happy to baby sit your grandsons while you are gone.” He leaned in and looked her over,