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Romania x Reader - Bite me! (2)
Utterly exhausted, the young looking couple fell back upon the bed with a muffled thud, among the somewhat tangled winter sheets.
"I don't think we thought this properly through…" whispered (f/n), her voice sounding muffled as her head was buried on her soft pillow, her eyelids feeling heavier by the second.
From right beside her, a tired grunt rose from the male in the form of intelligible words that made close to no sense to the sleepy (h/c); though, from the apparent annoyance, she could guess that he was attempting to agree with her own words.
Forcefully wriggling and stretching her body to ease down her aching muscles, (f/n) roll
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'The old days' England x Reader
'I know. Arthur. I know. '
Confused, the young man keep looking at the picture, and the man in front of him as he keep talking to a man with glasses, silently thinking if he will interfere, but decided not to.
When the blonde guy with glasses started to leave so is the guy he need to talk to, He quickly walk towards him, but after realizing he can't pick up after him. The young man started calling his name.
"Mr. Kirkland! "
The guy puf out catching his breath.
Arthur just stare at him,
"I am Arthur Kirkland young man, and who you might be? "
Finally catching his breath. The young man answered
" Alexander (Last name) "
The young man answ
England x Reader
509 deviations
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'We meet again' America x Reader
' Hey, what do you think of the sky tonight? '
Alfred always remember the first sentence you told him, It was during the American revolutionary war, the battle against America and England
He never, he never really look up to see the sky that much.
Not until he met you in the middle of that tragic war, at least it's tragic for you. You never know he was a country, you never know he was immortal, to you, he was just an ordinary person, ordinary people that can grow old then die.
And he like that, for the first time in his life he feel, normal, like he was just a human.
/ "Hey, what do you think of the sky tonight?"
It was one of those ra
America x Reader
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Lost Child - Russia x Reader (Songfic!)
(Y/n) shivered in her seat on the stone bench as she felt the chill of the winter weather. When rubbing her arms wasn't enough, she pulled up the hood of her jacket, hoping that would at least warm her ears. Her thoughts quickly traveled to her boyfriend, Ivan Braginsky, and she couldn't help but wonder how he lived through the infamous winters of his home country. Unfortunately, as had been the case lately, once (y/n) thought of Ivan, she also couldn't help but bring to mind the unexplainable sadness she had started to feel for him.
When she first met him at the beginning of the college semester to help him with his English, he had seemed ni
Russia x Reader
126 deviations
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White Wraith - Police!Japan x Thief!Reader
Warning: The following story contains ridiculous scenarios and outrageous stunts that no one should attempt in real life. Reader discretion is advised.
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Cue kick*ss theme song! (https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5iVxs1puv4) Starts at 00:16.
Tokyo, Japan
Tokyo House of History
22:17
As the thief in ghostly white sat on the roof of the building she was about to rob, she scanned the scene below with her night vision goggles, looking to see who was going to challenge
Japan x Reader
91 deviations
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Jealousy, Jealousy - France x Reader (Songfic!)
As (y/n) sat patiently on the park bench waiting for her boyfriend, she took note of how the sun was out without a single cloud in the sky. She could hear little kids playing nearby, the rustling of the early fall breeze, and the temperature was absolutely perfect, not too hot or too cold. Yet despite the amazing, colorful afternoon, she couldn't help but feel slightly depressed and gray. And the two women who just walked by her didn't help much. They were so beautiful, with their long flowing hair and their makeup, jewelry, and flashy clothes that were bound to get them attention from a mile away.
(Y/n) on the other hand… She shook her
France x Reader
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Black Burglar-Police!German BrothersxThief!Reader
Warning: The following story contains ridiculous scenarios and outrageous stunts that no one should attempt in real life. Reader discretion is advised.
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Cue kick*ss theme song! (https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5iVxs1puv4) Starts at 00:16.
Berlin, Germany
Berlin History of Germany Museum
22:03
Polizisten Ludwig and Gilbert Beilschmidt both flinched on the spots where they stood guard when they heard the alarm bell unleash it's, well, alarm. The two brothers were
Germany x Reader
231 deviations
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RomanoxSick!Reader Blame It On The Weatherman (2)
Get away for a while
Here I am out on my own again
Won’t blame it on myself
Yeah
I’ll blame it on the weatherman
CONTENT ADVISORY: Brief innuendo, graphic depictions of a verbal fight, graphic depictions shattered dishes and glasses, mentions of blood, implied accident
“One last step before I finally get out of this damn gown,” (Reader) said, ducking into the backseat of Bonnie’s car. The Suburban lent itself well to doubling as a dressing room for Bonnie’s Disney Princess party business, allowing performers to change immediately after performances came to a close. Under the seat hatches were reserved for
Italy Romano x Reader
312 deviations
Canada x Reader
121 deviations
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Start Time (N.Korea X Magician!Reader)
A/U: This fic is a contest entry for (HetaXReadXInter)~! I was inspired to put North Korea in the story all thanks to YouMustLoveOreos. She really did a good job in her fanfic and I realized that there's few stories with North Korea so I thought to
myself "Why not make one?" so here it is! I made more than one kissing scene here and also teasing~ Enjoy!
(Third Pov)
“Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin."
-Mother Teresa
But what if time is stops...?
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Like any other person, she/he would love to have friends over their place unless they did something unpleasant. A girl with (H/L) (H/S) (H/C)
Korea x Reader
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Pirate Spain France England Prussia ect. x R
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Spain x Blind!Reader
you're beautiful no matter what you say
"[Name]," Antonio hums, loving the soft rumble that rolls off his tongue from the sound of your name. "Would you like me to read you a book today?"
He waits for a responde, but none slips through your lips. Your head is turned towards the window, the sunlight bursting through the glass and kissing your skin in a soft glow. Though a frown is evident upon your lips, Antonio revels in the sight, quite entranced at how beautiful you look.
"Mi querida?" Antonio prompts, as his fingers trace the edge of the book shelf by your bedside. "What book did you want me to read today?"
"Toni," You begin to mumble,
Spain x Reader
86 deviations
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Adopted (North Italy)
I walk into the office and I can almost smell pasta and I couldn’t identify the other smell but it was comforting, just like a home should smell like. There was a man sitting in the guest chair. He seemed so nice with all the smiles and those sparkles coming out from behind him. That’s weird. I took a closer look at the man, since they hadn’t noticed me yet. His eyes were closed and brown hair with a curl that bounced as he was talking. I try to stifle a giggle, but it slips through.
Both the headmistress and the man turn and look in my direction. The man gets a huge smile on his face.
“Vee, hello little bella, I
No pairings
160 deviations
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Prussia x Reader - Broken Tango
“All your life you've never seen
A woman taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven?
Would you ever win? Will you ever win?” – Rhiannon, Fleetwood Mac
The light knock on the door made Gilbert jump on his feet, his knee bumping against the sofa and nearly making him crash down all over again. Damn his eyes. His leg throbbed while he reached the door, pain pulsing through him.
“Who is it?” He asked, cursing himself for not being able to actually see for himself.
“It’s me.” The voice who gave him an answer made his heart pick up its pace, even if he had never noticed that it had
Prussia x Reader
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Austria x Reader
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Hallelujah (Norway x Reader)
Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
She loved to sing.
She didn't have a distinctive voice, nor could she reach particular notes, and she would sometimes forget the particular words to a song and make up a few verses before hiding her dusted red cheeks when others would send disapproving glares her way.
But, still, she loved to sing.
Everywhere she was, everything she did, she did while singing. While it wasn't always belting out lyrics as loud as she could, she would always be humming whatever melody fancied her that particular day.
Nothing could
NorwaryxReader
183 deviations
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Honest Fears (Denmark x reader)
“I’m scared.”
The words echoed around the small home, breaking cleanly through the late night silence.
(E/C) eyes snapped open to stare at him, her normal shade tinted with a bit of curiosity, but no surprise.
She slowly redressed herself from where she was draped over him as a second skin, to something akin to a sitting position, still cuddling up to him. He shifted from his laying back position ever so slightly to allow their eyes to meet.
They held each other’s gaze, searching.
Apparently satisfied with what he found, closed his eyes and let out a world-weary sigh, letting a hand run through his hair.
“I&
DenmarkxReader
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Magnolia Soul - China x Reader (Songfic!)
(Y/n) was sure her shouts and groans could be heard throughout the neighborhood, but she didn't care. She was much too busy concentrating on the matter at hand. She had to make sure she could get these moves right, she had to keep going no matter how long it took, she had to impress her boyfriend… She let out another groan. Not at failing to get a move right, again. No, this was an entirely different groan. The kind one makes when they ask themselves what they're thinking.
What was (y/n) thinking? Who was she kidding? She wasn't a martial-arts master. She wasn't even that much of a physical person. How was she going to nail just a few m
ChinaXReader
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England x Reader509
