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New Tomorrow :USA:Yawning and rubbing your eyes, when you woke up and didn't see Alfred, you padded over to his study, and smiled when you saw the poor bloke, asleep on his laptop.

His eyes were clouded, when you gently shook him awake, but they lit up when they saw you. Remembering all his unfinished work, he gasped and panicking slightly, furiously clicked away on the keys of his laptop.

"Oh, crap, [Name]! I still have-"

"Sssh", you whispered, as kissed his cheek, silencing him. "You can take a rest." Taking a seat on his knees, you put your hand round his neck, and resting your head on his chest, you started humming a tune.

Resting his forehead on your

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,

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

:Weightless: PirateSpainTruth be told...life on the high seas was boring.

Nothing interested Captain Antonio Fernandez Carriedo any longer. His fleets had suffered much damage against that...he even detested to say the word, English pirate, and it seemed to be just one mission after another.

He had missed home. The warm sun, the gentle breeze, the tomato fields. Those idyllic times before he had joined his nation's Navy. His wanderlust had been more than quenched, and even though he was going home, he wasn't all too happy. He knew that in a few days, he would have to be back on the waters again.

This meaningless...drivel was insane. There seemed to be nothing to

Camilla :N. Italy:Nothing had been right today.

Nothing.

Bad grades, parents on the verge of grounding you because of that, friends arguing with you, teachers hating you...maybe only a meteorite crashing into earth would be worse.

Or not.

You were about to walk back home, when you heard someone calling your name. Turning around, and bumping into the hyperactive Italian, you tried your best to smile.
"Vee~ bella [Name]! How are you?"
"I'm fine, Feli. And you?"
"Vee, the same. But, bella, you don't look very happy!"

Your head snapped towards him. Since when did he become so perceptive? "I'm...fine."
He stepped in front of you, amber eyes, wide and warm.

RomanoxReader- WhyThere he was again. Standing there, surrounded by girls. Never, not once, did he cast a glance in your direction.

Why?

You turned away from the scene and fled down the hallway as your eyes burned with tears.

You heard somebody shout, and suddenly you were jerked to a halt by a warm hand enclosed around your wrist.

"_______, stop! Why the hell are you crying?"

"Why?"

"What? ______, what is-"

"Why don't you notice me?" you cried. You moved to escape, but Lovino's grip was tight.

"______." Somber, dark eyes met yours as Lovino pulled you closer. "Of course I notice you. I'm just too... damnit! I'm just to shy and... but the truth is..."

9.lesson - Germanyxreader"hmmm, these look nice" you said to your self and picked up a package of sausages, it was the first time making them and you had no idea what you were doing "um, ______? is that you?" you recognized that voice, it was Ludwig, your old childhood friend. You turned around, somehow expecting the face from your memories. You turned around, Ludwig had changed, of course, but he was so muscular and big "hey, Ludwig" you almost dropped the package of sausages "it really is you, _____" he hugged you and you blushed a little "I've really missed you"

"I've missed you to" he stopped hugging you and saw the package of sausages you were holding "you're g

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 - 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

CanadaXReaderXAmerica 7Canada x Reader x America - Good Things Don't Last Forever - Chapter 7

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As you got ready the next day, only one thought ran through your mind:
Only one more day till the weekend

As much as you'd enjoyed your new school, and spending time with an old-yet-new friend, you couldn't wait for the weekend! The teachers had already piled a whole lot of homework onto you already, and you couldn't wait until Arthur moved in, so that you could bribe or force - whichever one worked better - him into doing some of your work!

Matthew was waiting patiently outside, as usual. Sometimes, you thought that it'd be funny to take e

CanadaXReaderXAmerica 4Canada x Reader x America - Good Things Don't Last Forever - Chapter 4

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"I said, are you – oh, hey! It's Cute Girl!"

Alfred helped you to stand up, while still not letting go of your waist. "So, I checked the Guide. It's [Name], right?"
You nodded, and he grinned, finally letting go of your waist, and picking up your backpack for you. Taking it from his hand, you nodded a 'thank-you', and turned around, but he was right beside you in a second.

"So, [Name], what class do you have now?" he exclaimed, as he walked down the hallway with you, greeting and waving at people as he went. And considering he

CanadaxReader - Just A SmileMatthew sighed, as he sat in the library, staring out the window, absent-mindedly.
Why doesn't anyone notice me?

He never understood what he quite lacked. Was it because he wasn't exuberant, like Alfred? Or charming, like Francis?
But...they always say that a person should be liked for just who they are, right?
So...what was wrong with him?
Most people forgot just who he was.
And if they did see him...oh, darn. He didn't even want to think where Cuba might be. Flipping aimlessly through the book he'd picked from the nearest shelf, Matthew got lost deeper into his thoughts...

It wasn't until he heard someone his name that he looked up,

RomanoXReader"-name- please come out!" Feliciano called to you from outside your door. "-name-" he was worried about you. a few moments earlier you were fine but the next you went to your room upset and Feliciano didn't know why. "-name- im sorry for whatever i did! Please come out"

"go away!" you called

"What did i do?"

"You did nothing Feliciano, just go"

"but"

"just go i will be fine" Feliciano didn't know what to do. he never had made you upset like this before and he wasn't sure how he should deal with this problem. He tried to think of what he may have done to upset you. All he did was start talking about cats... CATS! thats right -name-'s pet

SpainxReader Dance With MeSpain x Reader

Dance with Me

PG

-()-()-()-

"So what do you think, chica?"

"It's great here Spain!" You were in Barcelona for a while to visit your good friend, Spain himself. The warmth was definitely appreciated and spending some time with Spain was always a plus. Barcelona streets were absolutely beautiful and filled with life.

In fact a small band was playing and had attracted quite the crowd. Spain led you over to them. The band was playing light hearted music, you loved it. There were a few couples in the middle of the gathering that were dancing to the m

DenmarkxReader: How You RemindDenmark x Reader - How You Remind Me

This time I'm mistaken
for handing you a heart worth breaking

Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, but instead of wiping them away, you tightened your grip on Matthias' collar even tighter. So many questions were going through your mind, but you couldn't say any of them. Trembling slightly, you crushed his collar in your grasp, as one simple word escaped your mouth.

"Why?"

Matthias looked at you, eyes wide. He tried hard to not cry, and he bit his lip to keep the tears in. He never meant to hurt [Name]. Never. He didn't have any intention of getting drunk, and waking up next to some stranger. He never m

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I Like That :S.Italy:

by *what-the-crapola, Oct 18, 2011, 4:29:44 PM
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Warning: Minor language

Lovino Vargas had the biggest repertoire of expletives ever.
Everyone had been witness to that some time or the other.
And it never ceased to amuse you.

Just irk that loveable bastard's temper, and you could be witness to it, too.

But there was definitely something appealing about a guy who could express his emotions in such a manner.

Or Lovino Vargas, in general.

Various other...erm, censored thoughts ran through your mind as well, as you sat in a ding-bat of a closet with Lovino almost radiating heat due to anger on the other side of the closet. Alfred had yelled "You guys only have seven minutes, remember!" quite a while ago, and truth be told, by now, you were really sure that nothing was going to happen between us.

Suddenly, a brain-wave struck you, and fishing for a piece of paper from your pocket, you dug it out and spit your gum into it. Throwing it aside and inching closer to Lovino, you used your hand as a method of guide. Feeling a slender, yet muscular arm, you were pretty sure you had found ~~your prey~~ Lovino.

He quickly pulled his hand away. "W-What?" His tone was laced with a hint of wariness.
"What...what?" you asked, in a rather annoying tone and walking your fingers up his arm. As your fingers reached his shoulder, you lazily walked them up his neck, pushing your torso against his.

"W-Would you stop it?" His protest seemed weaker than usual.
"Stop what?" you placed a fleeting kiss on his jawline, which was clenched tightly.
"T-That!"
"Hmm?" You ran your fingers through his hair.
"Yeah. T-Tha-" His words were cut off as you ran your finger tentatively along his curl. Lovino folded his arms over his chest, short nails which he'd been chewing, tensed, just a second ago, digging into his arms now. You felt him shudder slightly against you.
"C-Chigi! D-Don't fucking do that!"
You chuckled as you leant in towards his ear and whispered, gently tugging on his curl. "You really do have a foul mouth, Lovi...but I wonder if your mind's anywhere near it..."

Oh, you got more than enough proof.

I like your dirty mind
Mine's on it all the time

I Like That :S.Italy:by *what-the-crapola

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This was so werid to write!! The song is SO full of innuendos, that just...yeah. Weird. Awkward. I don't understand how all you peeps out there write all that hardcore smut that I see on DA/Quizilla/ff.net - I mean, some stuff with warnings, oh gosh, I can't even get through the whole thing.
I don't even wanna know what's behind the R18 stuff.

...this doesn't need a warning, does it?

Anyway, well, this is in honour of ~07181997 making it to the front page with her Romano fic!!!

You know what I love about her fics? The sheer... dedication she puts into the lengths of her fics. Insipring :'D

Song: I Like That - Static Revenger & Richard Vission ft. Luciana
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