Prussia x Reader- As Long As You Are Mine by TealHikari, literature
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Prussia x Reader- As Long As You Are Mine
Gilbert stood under a pine tree as rain poured down all around him, and a few drops were dripping on the hood of his sweater. It's been five years since he was lying under this tree. Not out of enjoyment, not out of laziness, but out of excruciating pain and he was clinging onto dear life in this very spot in this very weather. Five years since he met her. Five years since she saved his life.
Gilbert was in a gang for most of his preteen and teenaged life. He was wild, rambunctious and did everything he could to be in the spotlight, just once. His parents ignored him in place of his younger brother who was the perfect child in their eyes. Gi
DenmarkxReader - The Break-Up Party by what-the-crapola, literature
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DenmarkxReader - The Break-Up Party
The lingering scent was still in the air the night had been humid, the air almost tangible. You were still trying to catch your breath back, as you lay flat on your back, and you could hear Matthias do the same.
"This isn't working, is it?" Matthias asked, all of a sudden.
"Mmm...nope." You retorted.
After a pause, he responded. "So...who's gonna be the one."
"I think you should be the one."
"Just trying to put the blame on me, aren't you?" You could hear him grinning through his speech, as you saw him turn around on the bed, propping his head up with his hand.
"Nothing of that sort." You smiled to face him. "I'd like your loud m
Denmark x Reader: Sweeter by foreverbeforenight, literature
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Denmark x Reader: Sweeter
The the sun is so bright you find yourself thinking as you open your eyes to the white sky as your heart pounds against your skull. Your body hurts terribly. And why does it smell like a Danish?
Fear creeps throughout your body, and you shoot up, realizing that the "white sky" is the ceiling and the bright sun is only coming in through the windows thrown wide-open. And the aroma of apple Danish is coming from the kitchen but it isn't your kitchen. You're not even in your own room, your own house.
And your head hurts. You've only once ever experienced this crappy feeling, and with the lack of memories of last night, your
Romano X Reader- Words and Dreams by lasmn18, literature
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Romano X Reader- Words and Dreams
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or you or much else actually
You breathed in the warm air and enjoyed the sunshine as you took a walk around Rome. You were happy to be able to call the ever beautiful, yet occasionally troublesome, city your home.
It had been about four years since you moved to the city in order to attend a college you had been eyeing for quite some time. Four years since you made quite a radical change in your life. It had also been four years since you met a very interesting character...
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You were shopping for groceries when you saw him.
"Him" referred to a rather handsome young man who was purchasing tomato
Romano x Reader: Ti Amo by TheExplosiveSushi, literature
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Romano x Reader: Ti Amo
"Lovino what are you so annoyed about THIS time?" you asked, looking at your pouting Italian best friend.
"None of your damned business!" he shouted, folding his arms.
You frowned. You had been friends with Romano since well forever! But there were times where he was a royal pain in the ass, like right now.
"Lovino, give me a break. You know you can talk to me about anything; right?" you said, putting a hand on his shoulder, which he shrugged off stubbornly.
Your frown deepened and your eyes saddened a bit as well. There was no telling how long you had continued to assure him that he could talk to you about anything, but he
Russia X Reader: The Music Box by TheVampireRose, literature
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Russia X Reader: The Music Box
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The weather was fierce this time of year. The winds howled a haunting cry and snow smothered the earth. The sky was dark and foreboding. The forest was quite with deep slumber, a waiting the coming spring. To be out in this storm would be considered suicide. The temperature was dangerously low as night consumed the day and brought forth darkness.
A small boy sat beneath a mighty tree, trying to shield himself from the mighty winds. He curled himself into a ball trying to hold on to any body heat he had left. It would not take long for him to freeze in this weather. He was shaking uncontrollably; his body coul
England x Reader: Feelings From Roses by theoddausorus, literature
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England x Reader: Feelings From Roses
You were diligently working in Costa Coffee when you felt something or more like someone trying to grope your butt. Quickly, you turned around and pushed Francis away from you. As you sigh and clean up the dirty tables that were far from Francis' vicinity, you noticed your friend Arthur passing by to help you clean. As the frenchie got up to leave, telling himself that he can still try tomorrow, you were now left alone with Arthur in the coffee shop. Arthur was a co-worker but tended to act like co-manager as the real manager would often have to attend meetings for coffee business-related matters, yet as you've worked there for quite a long w
Prussia x Reader - Feeling This by what-the-crapola, literature
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Prussia x Reader - Feeling This
I got no regret right now
The air is so cold and low
Let me go in her room
(I wanna take off her clothes)
Show me the way to bed
Show me the way you move
Fuck it, it's such a blur
I love all the things you do
Gilbert's breath hitched when he saw her. The way he made her heart race, the way she made his breath hitch, the way she was, just for him.
In fact - it'd probably be easier for him to make a list of all the things that she wasn't, for him. Okay, so maybe she wasn't as awesome, but nonetheless...
Gilbert concluded that his favourite thing about [Name] would have to be her herself. The whole world knew her one way, but when th
Spain x Reader - Dancer by SwiftNinja91, literature
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Spain x Reader - Dancer
You were on your way to visit Romano and Antonio, when you saw something. Antonio was dressed weirdly. He sort of looked like an old fashioned gypsy ... and he was dancing. You noticed his feet were bare and he had a small old hat ... filled with very little money beside him on the cold wet floor. His movements were somewhat entrancing ... you blushed as you watched the Spaniard dance. He looked filthy, too ... and you noticed his feet were covered in little cuts and grazes ... clearly he had been there for a while. You also spotted several girls across the street gawping at him, giggling
Bunch of pervs ... they know nothing about him ... al
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You sighed happily as you sat on the bench in the park. It was one of those rare sunny days and you were enjoying it very much as you waited for your boyfriend to show up.
That's right Your boyfriend
You were always one of those people whom others assumed would never find "the one". You didn't talk much to those outside your little group of friends. Also, unlike the average person, you didn't change who you were in order to be accepted by more people. This was how you always were So everyone believed you would never find your match.
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