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PrussiaxMale!Reader: Beyond Friends.
Gilbert Beilschmidt had always been a close friend of yours and the two of you hang out whenever you had gotten the chance. However, when it came to being 'friends' at school it was unlikely that he'd pay much attention to you. The reason being that he and his friends Antonio Fernandez Carriedo and Francis Bonnefoy made up the group the Bad Touch Trio; a group of bullies of sorts. You didn't mind being ignored by him all that much during school as long afterwards, Gilbert belonged to you.
As usual, you were waiting for him outside of the school gates; you always liked waiting for him to part from Antonia and Francis. Hearing his usual 'keses
PrussiaxMale!Reader Mein Kleiner VogelYou stand in front of your best friend since kindergarten and crush since last year, Gilbert Beilschmidt. Looking down at your feet you wait for him to react to the news.
"Y-You're moving?" he asks in disbelief. All you could manage is a short nod to confirm. "When?"
"Today," you manage to whisper out.
"Where?" he asks still asking one word questions.
"Canada (lets say you don't live there)," you tell him still staring at your shoes.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Gilbert asks. You look up at him to see his eyes filled with hurt and abandonedment.
"I didn't want you to leave me," you choke out a little louder than before. "I don't want you t
Male!ReaderXAmerica-Don't CryMale!ReaderXAmerica-Don't Cry
WARNING: This story contains BL(Boy Love), Love confessions, A bit(or a normal amount) of angst and an uke America.
"I love you, England. For a very long while now." You heard America say to England.
You stood hidden behind a tree, your eyes narrowing, teeth clenching and your hand's grip on the tree tightening. You knew what England was going to say next and you didn't want to see America's reaction to it. You wanted to stop it before it happened. But you just stood there. Watching it all go down.
"H-huh? D-Don't say things like that you git!" England said to him, trying to cover the blush that was appearing
Italy x Male!Reader - Love is Unusual
You smiled at the Italian as he held your hand and smiled. He had excepted your feelings and shared them! Italy got on his toes to do the usual kiss on the cheeks, so you bent down for him. Only, he didn't kiss your cheeks he kissed your nose gently and smiled.
"(Male Name), wake up" You looked at him in confusion and laughed.
"But, Feliciano, I am awake!" He shook his head, smiling more.
"Ve~ Just wake'a up!"
You groaned as light hit your face. You shielded your eyes and looked at the Italian that was now in your room. You sighed in frustration and relaxed back in bed.
"So, it was just a dream..." You muttered.
"Vee~! (Male name) your'a awa
Kiss [Germany x Male!Reader]Kiss
Germany x Male!Reader
Staring into the light blue eyes's of the blond haired German man in front of you, you couldn't help but feel as if those eyes were pulling you towards the owner of those hypnotic eyes. It felt almost as if you were in a trance, one that you would never want to break free of, but the said blue eyed German pulled you out of your trance by speaking.
"(Y_n)...is there something on my face?" a bit startled by the German's voice, (man even his thick German accent was having an affect on you)waving your hands around you yelled. "Wh-what? No, no there's nothing on your face Mr...Mr... um.." the
Germany x Male!Crossdressing!ReaderYou walk down the street away from school. It's about two o'clock and you've just gotten out so just like any other day you're walking home. As usual you're wearing the girl uniform; red plaid skirt, white blouse, red bowtie, and a sweater over it for the cold autumn weather.
"Come on Luddy!" you call back to Ludwig, your adopted brother, as you stop at the corner. Your messenger bag swings as you wave for him to hurry up. Your short hair a mess as you wait for him. A couple boys are already at the corner and stare at you with matching smirks on their faces.
"Hey babe, maybe you want to come to my place later?" one boy asks you as another s
AmericaxMale!Reader: Office Romance?
Recently you had started growing tired of working your dead end job at the postal service. You knew it was only a matter of time before you were fired, not that it would bother you all that much. You wanted to something more with your life, or at least make a decent amount of money to support yourself. The only thing that made this job worth its while and probably one of the only reasons you go up in the morning was the boisterous and overly energetic Alfred Jones.
You had been watching him from afar ever since he arrived as a mail carrier. Nothing ever seemed to bring him down and he seemed happy where he was in life. You admired that about
CanadaxSick!Male!Reader: Let Me Take Care of You.
Yesterday, you had thought it would have been a good idea to go outside and play in the snow that had fallen. As much as your best friend, Matthew Williams protested going outside with you, you managed to drag him a long. You had no regrets at the time; you were enjoying your day with him, even if he wasn't the best at snow ball fights. You had even decided to stay the night at his house so that the two of you could hang out more.
Now you were regretting going outside and staying at Matthew's house. You didn't want your friend to know you weren't feeling all that well, only because you didn't want him to worry about you. Your (eye color) ey
Punk!EnglandxMale!Reader: This Song's for you.
He was your best friend. He was in a popular band that originally started out as nothing more than a garage band. You always watched him practice; it was almost like a past time for you, after all you were his biggest fan. His fame would never change how you felt about him nor would it stop you from being allowed to come to his practice sessions. You sat in silence, tapping your fingers against your chin, your (eye color) eyes never leaving your friend; Arthur Kirkland.
Arthur was enjoying himself to say the least. For the longest time, he had kept his passion for rock music hidden from the world but now everyone knew. Since he had been play
Favorite Color [ Male!Belarus x Male!Reader ]Contains:
Male!Belarus x Male!Reader
The smell of wax lingered in the air; well that's what happens when you use crayons. Not that you really cared, but the boy whose sitting next to you seems to be suffering greatly. His hand covering his nose, his almost neon purple eyes glaring at you (as usual), while his silver/blond colored hair seemed to be standing on end.
Deciding that it would be best to ignore him, you did just that. Scribbling on your paper all the while the boy beside you planned out your death. Cursing you for using the horrid smelling wax colors while he was sitting next to you, no
Male!ReaderXCanada Hopeless RomanticMale!ReaderXCanada Hopeless Romantic
WARNING: This story contains BL(Boy Love), AU(Alternate Universe), Use of human names and A bit of crackiness. I had to freaking re-type this because I accidentally deleted it!!!
"You know, you're as sweet as the candy confections you make." Margaret said, smiling softly.
"And you're as beautiful as the flowers you admire every day." Gerald said, smiling as Margaret smiled even more.
"Hm, you visit me everyday ever since you found me unconscious in the streets on Christmas morning. And even though you didn't know me, you brought me to the hospital. You were like my Christmas miracle." She looked up at
A Fair Trade- Pirate!SpainxMale!Reader"I want the whole house searched. He's not getting away this time. ¡Vamanos, hombres! There's no time to lose."
There was a sound of leather boots scurrying across wooden planks from upstairs. For long minutes, the man waited in his hiding place down in the cellar, not daring to make a noise. Finally, he heard the Spaniard speak again.
"The cabrón must have escaped. ¡Idiotas! I knew you would screw this up!" There was the sound of a door slamming and the house was immersed in silence.
_____ let out a sigh and crawled out of the large barrel. He collapsed onto the floor, breathing in the cool, damp cellar air.
Cute but evil things even out Russia
It's evil time~ Kolkolkol~
Hetalia belongs to Russia, along with everyone else! RIGHT? NOT MINE!
Step, step, step. So very close now, and everyone knew it. You were coming.
"She's almost here! Oh god, we're gonna die! England, before we do, I need to tell you something important!" America, much to England's annoyance, grabbed both of his shoulders. Looking him dead in the eyes. "Your cooking sucks!"
"You bloody twit! Unhand me this instant! And how dare you say such things about my cooking!"
Before all hell broke loose, the doors suddenly opened. Revealing the one everyone was fearing, you. Meaning it was your job for lett
Stop calling me that Lovino Romano
I'm posting all meh stuff, mwahahaha!
Hetalia, why you no mine? T^T
"GAH! Can't you do anything right, you bastard!" Once again, you successfully managed to anger Lovino. It wasn't that hard, just add a few wrong spices here and there, turn the stove up as high as it could go, burning the noodles. Yes, making him mad is quite easy. Even funny at times, though it annoyed you to no end when he called you a bastard. Even after you've been friends for so long...well, friends might not be the best word. More like a Love-Hate relationship. He hates it, you love it.
Sometimes, you wonder, does he really hate you. Because he's been
You're special to me Canada
This guy is just pure cuteness~♥
Hetalia not mine!
"Guys..." Here we go again. Just like any other meeting. You were trying to be overheard by all of the loud yelling. That's all they ever did was argue, and not about important things either. France and England were at each others necks, Italy was smiling happily as he talked to Japan about pasta. China was holding onto his panda for dear life as the innocent Russia leered.
Right now, you stood beside...beside...um...Oh! Canada? Yes, Canada! The only one who didn't give you a severe headache. Ever since you started coming to these meetings, you always stayed close to hi
AwesomePrussiaXAwesomeReader-I'm awesomer than you
Another small one-shot/I guess drabble! We're all awesome, rather Prussia likes it or not! Mwahahahaha!!!! Anyway, please tell me what you think of this, because I hope it doesn't suck. Thanks~!
"How could they make the awesome me do this!" Prussia was complaining non-stop, saying how he's way too awesome for this kinda thing. But that's messed up! Why? Because you're freaking aweomser!
"Shut the hell up! I'm way awesomer than you, so if anyone should be complaining, it should be me!" You growled at him, earning a glare.
"You wish you were as awesome as me!"
"I don't have to wish it when I already am! Heck, I bet I'm even
Hetalia Camping trip! America-AlfredxYou
It's been a while since I've done anything, eh? But as of lately, I've become completely obsessed with Hetalia! xD Hope you don't mind helping America/Alfred finding some firewood!(Not much, really) This is a small one-shot of YouxAmerica/Alfred, enjoy! :D I might do one of Prussia/Gilbert, why? BECAUSE HE'S AWESOME!
"Oh, yeah! We're gonna find so much wood, everyone will be like 'Wow!' and 'Nice work!' and..." So as Alfred went on, you were skipping along happily next to him. You and Alfred had been able to, by some kind of miracle, gotten everyone to come along on this camping trip you both had been planing. Yes, even Arth
Perfect gift is your heart 5 Merry Christmas
I did it! I got this done just in time! After forcing myself to not stop writing until it was done, I finally did it! Now, thank you so much! Everyone who has comment, favorite, or just read. This story was pretty fun to write! But good things come to an end. At least I think this is good. Though I never like my writing because for some reason, my mind tells me it sucks each time. T.T But your amazing comments help! Thank you all so much~!
And you, yeah you, the ones who read but not review. Thanks for taking time out of your day to even read it~!
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone~!
I don't own Tokyo Mew Mew, but I got meh fluffy
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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