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Counting Down The Days - Day 7 :Prussia:A Reader-Insert

"[Name], are you ready to go out the Aweso-...what're you wearing?"
"Clothes." You replies nonchalantly, as you opened the door.
"I thought we were going to clubs, [Name]"
"We are."
" So why're you dressed in a Santa costume?"
"What Santa costume?"
"The one that you're wearing."
"I'm not wearing any Santa costume."
"So, what are you wearing?"

You paused, as you turned towards him. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and it looked like he was somehow trying to assess your motives, in some way.

"...clothes." You replied, after a brief pause.
"No, that's a Santa suit."
"So, they're not clothes?"
"No, I mean, they are,

Counting Down The Days - Day 3 :Germany:A Reader-Insert

Day Three: Steal a life size nativity scene and display it in your room. When he/she asks, tell him/her "I had to let them stay here, there's no room at the inn."

Ludwig looked up, his face as impassive as ever, as you rushed in through the door, a large bundle of sorts under your winter jacket. He was used to your outbursts of energy, by now, but...

"[Name], is everything all right?" He asked tepidly, as he saw you peek out the window.
You let out a sigh of relief, as you turned around, and smiled at him. He couldn't help but return the gesture faintly.
"It'll be okay, now." You said, as you undid your coat, and took out

Counting Down The Days - Day 1 :Canada:A Reader-Insert

Day One: Claim you were a Christmas tree in your former life. If s/he tries to bring one into the room, scream bloody murder.

"[Name], please take that tinsel off yourself. I don't want you to get hurt, by trip-"
"And why would I be hurt, again?" You tilted your head to the side, as you looked at Matthew curiously. "I'm a Christmas tree, after all, and trees have tinsel, right?"
Matthew sighed. "But, [Name]-"
"No ifs or buts, Mattie. Let me be a happy tree." You replied firmly.
Matthew couldn't help but feel nervous. This was not going to go well.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~&

Counting Down The Days - Day 5 :N.Italy:A Reader-Insert

Day Five: When he/she goes out of the room, rearrange his/her posessions. Tell him/her that Santa's elves must have done it.

"[Name], you heard Feliciano call. "Have you seen my tie?"
"No clue, Feli." you replied, before getting back to humming your favourite Christmas carol.
A few minutes later, you heard him call again.
"Have you seen my socks?"
You tried your hardest to not giggle, as you told him that you didn't know once again.

A few minutes later, you saw him rush into the kitchen, and heard the ruckus that he created, as he looked around the shelves.
"[Name]?"
"Hmm, Feli?"
"...I can't find the things I'd kept

Counting Down The Days - Day 6 :France:A Reader-Insert

Day Six: Watch your partner while s/he is sleeping. When they wake up sing "He sees you when you're sleeping…"

You glared at the clock, ticking away on the wall. That b*stard was going to be late ag- oh, wait. He already was late, wasn't he?
Tapping your foot impatiently, you weren't sure as to what to do. You weren't quite kind enough to wait for Francis to return home, but you didn't want to be woken up by him, either. And God help his soul if you even caught a whiff of a feminine scent on him. You still weren't buying his story of how Antonio liked to wear feminine perfume.

Sighing in frustration, and kicking the d

Counting Down The Days - Day 2 :Finland:A Reader Insert

Day Two: Go to the mall with him/her and sit on Santa's lap. ( I promise I have a reason for this!)

You rubbed your hands together with delight, as you stood in the queue. It had been a while since you had done this, but you know that this one would be the best one till date. You didn't care about the strange looks and confused gazes that were being directed at you - all you wanted was to meet Santa.

You stepped onto the podium, a grin on your face when it was your turn. Santa's eyes seemed to widen when he saw you, and the colour drained from his cheeks. A small laugh passed your lips, as you gingerly took your seat on his

RomanoxReader - Let's Kill Tonight 2"It's a...an awfully close dance..." You mumbled, somewhat, as you straightened your back, feeling Lovino place his hand on the small of your back.
His gaze seemed to be focused over your shoulder, and he looked...uncomfortable, to say the least.
"Y-Yeah...damn him!" he offered, as some sort of explanation. You couldn't help but giggle.
"It's not funny." He retorted.
"All right...all right." You decided that peace was the best way.
"You're just saying that to make me quiet, aren't you?" He asked, after a pause.
"Pretty much." You laughed. He looked at you, curiously for a moment, and a shy grin spread across his face.
And you felt your

Spain x Reader - Que Me Quiten Lo BailaoAnd though I very well know that storms may come and I will fall
I know at the end of the day, I've enjoyed the good times I've had.
"Antonio, what're you doing?"
It was a simple question you felt compelled to ask, looking at your boyfriend sitting at his desk, his glasses balanced precariously on the bridge of his nose, staring out of the window, as he twirled his pen mindlessly in his right hand, with pursed lips.
Hearing your voice, Antonio turned around, and greeted you with a bright smile - one that you always felt compelled to return.
"What am I doing? Why...I am writing!" He declared, as if it were some feat.
"Yes, but...what are you writing?"You asked, as you walked up to him. Not only was it strange to find Antonio sitting at a desk, doing a task which required so much of patience and next to none physical activity, but it was more than rare to see him awake at seven in the morning!
He sighed, as he placed his pen down. "Well...I'm supposed to be writing,

Germany x Reader - Ten Steps - Part 3"I'm really glad you showed up, Ludwig!" [Name] said, laughing, as she came up to Ludwig. Ludwig felt compelled to return at least half a smile – she looked such a sight, in a formal cut dress, that just went to below her knees. Ludwig tried his hardest not to gaze at her legs, and succeeded…mostly.
"It's for a good cause, after all." He replied politely, as he shook her hand.
"Oh, that's right!" She exclaimed, all of a sudden. "We did meet at a pet store, so I wanted to ask...do you have any pets?"

He nodded, in reply. "Three dogs."
"Three dogs?" Her eyes seemed to light up with joy. "What are their names?"
"Uh...Blackie, Berl

Prussia x Reader - Down By The Lake"[Name], can you do this? Sh-"
"Don't swear!" You whispered harshly, cutting off Gilbert with a quick kiss, as you slipped in through your bedroom window.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

The next day, Gilbert waited for [Name] at the usual spot – the bus stop down the road. But, she was late – by fifteen minutes. His finger hovered over the green key of his cell phone. He wasn't quite sure whether he should call her, or not. Would her dad-
"Gilbert!" he turned around, to see [Name] standing behind him, taking deep breaths in order to gain her breath back. "Last night...Dad...down by the lake...saw-"
"Shit!" Gilbert exclaimed. "What

Spain x Reader - Selling Dreams 4"You may now kiss the bride."

For once, Ludwig didn't look like he was blushing so hard that he would just burst, or something like that, as he kissed his bride. Clapping and various cheers filled the garden, and you joined in a well, cheering for your friend, who seemed the happiest she'd ever looked.

"It's nice seeing people happy, no?"
You turned around to find Antonio standing there, merrily whistling a tune, as he looked straight ahead.
"W-Wh…what're you..."You didn't even get to finish your question.
"Oh, Ludwig and I have some common friends." He grinned, as he leant forward, to try and assess your expression. However, from

RomanoxReader - Let's Kill Tonight 1You watched, unabashedly, as Antonio expertly twirled the girl, and slid his hand around her waist, as he caught her, for a low dip. You clenched your fists tightly, as you continued to watch them. The scene disturbed you greatly, yet you still continued watching, transfixed. Her own moves were flawless, and complimented his, perfectly. There was no way you could compete with perfection, right?

"He's not THAT good, you know." you turned towards the source if the voice, to find the emerald-eyed Italian now sitting beside you, watching the dance just as intently. "He just makes it fancy - lacks the basic skills."

You scoffed. "You're just say

RomanoxReader - ManboySullen, moody, temperamental, short-tempered.

He'd been called them all.

But nothing or no one had affected him as much as [Name].

When he heard that even [Name] thought of him just like everyone else, he felt devastated. Clenching his fists tightly, and squeezing his eyelids shut, he leant forward, his head resting on the wall, desperately trying to keep all his anger in.
But the words continue to replay on and on in his mind, along with the scene.

"Veee~" he heard Feliciano, as he entered through the front door. "It's really nice of you to be helping me, [Name]!"
Hearing her name, Lovino closed the door as silently as possible. This

RomanoxReader : A Fake Smile::Reader POV::

Your mother frowned when she heard a knock at the door. "_________!" she said. "You were supposed to be here an hour ago! Where were yo-" she stopped upon seeing you. You're hair was slightly disheveled and you had cuts all over your knees.
"________! What happened?!"
You rubbed the back of your head and said, "I fell down a couple of times on the way home."
She sighed and took you to the bathroom. "________, you really should be more careful." she said while wrapping gauze on your knee.
You smiled weakly. "Well you know me. I'm a klutz."

As you lay in bed, you thought about earlier. You knew you'd lied to your mother,

SpainxReader - Selling Dreams 1Smiling as you woke up, you took your time getting prepared. Looking through your wardrobe for the formal suit you'd ironed out last night, and taking the time to meticulously apply your make-up, you wanted everything to seem perfect - it was your first day of work, after all!

Checking your appearance once more before exiting the house, you slid into the passenger seat of your car, and played your favourite song, as you started to drive. It had always been your dream to be an events manager, and your first internship was with the well-known firm Selling Dreams. It was more than a big opportunity, and you determined to impress from the very f

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Counting Down The Days - Day 4 :S.Italy:

by *what-the-crapola, Dec 4, 2011, 2:20:40 PM
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Day Four - Hang mistletoe in the doorway. When he/she enters or leaves the room, plant a big wet one on his/her lips.

A satisfied grin was on your face, as you pushed the tack that would hold the mistletoe in as far as it could go. Placing the loop on the thumb tack, you stepped back to see whether it was in the centre of the frame, or not. It seemed to be.

Perfect
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Lovino Vargas woke up, rubbing his eyes, and yawning. He was tired, for reasons that were absolutely not worth it for, either. He'd had some horrible nightmares, involving a certain German and a Spaniard, and those kept him tossing and turning for most of the night. Turning around, his frown deepened, when he noticed his girlfriend was missing, but as the smell of a freshly-cooked breakfast wafted past, the frown disappeared, and Lovino got up, hurriedly, suddenly hungry.

He made his way, still slightly bleary-eyed towards the bathroom. First, he would have to shave, then brush his teeth, and-
"Hey, Lovi, wait up!" He turned around, to see you calling him from behind. You placed a quick kiss on his cheek, and beamed at him. As confused as he was, he smiled back nonetheless, and entered.

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When he exited, he almost tripped over your feet, and was about to make both of you come crashing down.
"W-What the heck, [Name]?" He muttered.
Wordlessly, you leant forward, and kissed him on the lips softly. Surprised, he froze. You leant back, giggling.
"Aww, Lovi-kins isn't feeling the Christmas cheer!" You cooed.
So lost was he, as to what you were talking about, that he even forgot to tell you to stop calling him by the nickname Spain had given him.
"W-What...cheer?"
You pointed to the doorframe above you, where the sprig of mistletoe was tied.
"W-What the...[Name], why would you put mistletoe there?"
You shrugged, and walked away, humming your favourite Christmas tune, and leaving Lovino more confused than ever.

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When it is cold, people need to pee more. True fact.
'How annoying' Lovino thought, as he grudgingly headed for the bathroom. He had been warm wrapped in the blanket he had bought to the lounge, as he was watching TV. No amount of heat seemed warm enough for him, and knowing it was going to be so cold if he unwrapped his blanket, he tried to delay the inevitable trip. However, by now, he couldn't delay any longer, and was forced to get up.

As he turned the door handle, he felt a soft tap on his shoulders. Trying to ignore that nagging feeling inside, he turned around...
...only to be greeted by his girlfriend's warm lips.

Oh, gosh, how tempting it was just to stand there, and kiss her back. He could taste the faint taste of the gingerbread men he had seen [Name] eat earlier, and he was so tempted to lick the flavour off, but then, nature called as well.

You smirked into the kiss. It had been one of your best ideas to stick mistletoe over the doorframe of the one room that was regularly frequented, giving you the opportunity of stealing many more kisses this season.

"I really have to move this mistletoe somewhere else." Lovino thought.

Counting Down The Days - Day 4 :S.Italy:by *what-the-crapola

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Did anyone notice on yesterday's one, how it said "Day Four" instead of Day Three?

Anyway, call me cruel, call me whatever, but this would be so much of fun to do.

Today's person is: My mum.
No joke. I have a lot to thank that lady for, but let me keep it short and simple - thank you for bringing me in to this wonderful world, thank you for tolerating all my madness, thank you for tolerating so much for me, ad thank you for teaching me all the things that make me who I am (yeah, I'm actually thanking you for giving me some of your prep school habits ._.). Yes, sometimes, I hate what you've done to me, but you weren't to know any better, and then I forgive you (not that I'm in any position to do so). I wish I could return all the favours.