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Tongue War.[2P!AmericaxReader--DRABBLE]"You have to do it, (_Y/n_)!!" Your friend shrilled, "You lost the drinking contest last night!! Now get over there and kiss him!!"
Looking over your shoulder at the slouched man at the kissing booth at the local caravel, you twitched out of nervousness and said, "Why me? Why me ?"
"At least he's cute, not ugly." She smiled sweetly at you, eyeing the man. "I wouldn't mind kissing him "
"Shut-up." Sending daggers her way, you turned around, took a deep breath and looked at the man. No doubt he was handsome, hell, he was hot! But, something told you he really didn't want to be there by his poor posture, or he was just naturally like that. You were on the same with him if he didn't want to be there. Your head was still banging from your hangover, and you silently cursed drinking so much the night before as you started towards the booth.
"Uhm " blushing gently, you looked back at your friend who was giving you thumbs up. "Hi "
The man looked at you, his eyes scanning th
Americans Are Heroes(AmericaxReader oneshot)Hot lips ran down your neck, only to stop so the man doing the actions could nibble on your jugular a little bit. He lifted his head up so he could look down at you through cerulean eyes. God, did you look cute! The way you were placed on his bed, the way you looked up at him with a small blush on your face. GAH! It made him want to kiss you all over, which he fully intended to do as he brought his face down so he could mash lips with you.
Now, you knew that Alfred was a very dominate person, but this surprised you a little bit. The way his kisses felt, the way his hands ran down your body, pushing you towards his made you wish he did this much more often.
He pulled away as his heated breath hit your face. You gripped his shirt, feeling the muscles below twitch. "I love you." You whispered as you looked up at him through thick eyelashes.
He smiled obnoxiously before leaning down and kissing you again.
You groaned softly at the sun hitting your bare shoulder. Eyes opening slowly
My Insanity[2P!EnglandxReader--Ficlet!]Lips ran down your neck, leaving a trail of saliva in their wake. The strong sent of mint filled your nostrils as you tried weakly to pull away from your lovers very attached second side.
"Art-HUR!" You shrieked when he ran his cold hand down the small of your back.
When he managed to pull away, you took a few moments to notice the freckles lining the bridge of his nose, as well as his bright blue eyes staring at you. "H-have you lost your mind?" You continued, "ARE YOU INSANE?!"
"Only insanely in love with you, darling." Pressing his lips to yours, the only thing you could do was blush.
Italians are Bankers(2P!N.ItalyxRaaderx2P!S.Italy)You lay on your couch, curiously flipping through the different channels, but finding no luck in anything that seemed entertaining. Turning the power off button, you threw the remote onto the ground, rolling onto your back with a lazy groan. Well, there was nothing to do today Usually, Romano or Feliciano would be over, taking your boredom far away, but you hadn't been contacted by either of them for a few days.
It did worry you, don't get me wrong, but they weren't romantically involved with you, so you didn't need to know where they were. You looked around your house, noticing just how quiet things were without them here with you. On a normal day, Feliciano would be doing something that wasn't particularly smart, Romano would be yelling at him, and you'd be laughing your little bum off.
Just thinking about the brother duo had you smiling like an idiot as you threw yourself off the couch, and into the kitchen. Popping about in there for a few minutes, all you did was look in the
English Are Police(EnglandxReader Oneshot)You looked out the window of your car in utter despair. How could this happen to you ? How how could you get pulled over?! And by Arthur none the less. That bloody boyfriend, you thought angry as you slammed a fist against your steering wheel. A sudden tap at your glass window had you looked sideways, in even more distress. Rolling down said window, water slid into your car for it was raining outside.
"I've got to give you a ticket; you know that right (_Y/n_)?"
You groaned and nodded, "I know " you whispered, "but I don't understand why! I wasn't doing anything wrong!" You pleaded slightly.
He looked at you, "You were speeding."
You glared, "I couldn't see the damned sign because it's too far from the road! I don't get how your foreigners live " you said with a huff.
Arthur laughed, water running down the rim of his hat only to be caught on his really soaked shirt. "Do understand love, you're in my country thus you're the foreigner in this situation. And if you ke
So Ungentlemanly.-EnglandxReader Oneshot.-You laughed at your reflection in the mirror. Yes, you were quite a site, having been donning one of England old pirates outfit. You were surely surprised that said nation hadn't figured out you were rummaging through the stuff he rarely looked at anymore. Once again, you laughed at yourself. You looked utterly fantastic (In your own opinion that is) even if it were boy's clothes you were wearing.
You made a turn so your back was facing the mirror. Turning your head to the side, you admired your back side. "Hm . You thought aloud, "these pants make my ass look big " Your hand ran down to stop at your hips as you pursed your lips at the sight of your usually flat looking butt.
Just then, a certain tsundere nation burst through the door of his attic."(__y/n___) wha- BLOODY HELL." He was saying something, but froze when he saw what you were wearing. The all too familiar hat with the feather sat loosely on your head, his old jacket which was embodied with fancy jewels, and the ti
Italians Are Lovers.(Romano,ItalyxReader Oneshot)Your fingers twitched in curiosity as you eyed the peculiar curl that sprang out from Italy and Romano's heads. You'd know both of them for so long but never quite grasped the concept of their hair curls (for they never told you about what it did to them.) You weren't even watching the TV screen anymore, you came to realize as Romano shifted and the odd curl bounced slightly with his movement.
Finally, the older brother realized you had been staring at himself and his brother. His fiery amber eyes caught hold of yours, but before he could tell you to stop staring, you abruptly turned your eyes away from his. But, when his eyes turned back to the screen, you turned your eyes back towards their curls for the remainder of the movie.
After the movie was completed, Italy thought it'd be a good idea to get some dinner, which you hastily agreed too. Anything to get my mind off of the curl, you thought and followed the brother duo into Italy's kitchen. Even wit
Russians Are Drinkers(RussiaxReader Oneshot)You looked at the wood of the bar before sighing quietly. The Russian male next to you glanced swiftly at you, catching onto your down mood almost instantly. He leaned to the side so he could whisper, "What's wrong дорогaя?"
You sighed and looked at the vodka bottle. Sticking your glass towards him, he began pouring it into your glass as you said, "It's work My boss hates me, I can tell. I work my butt off and I still dont get a freaking raise. God, she pisses me off." You took a drink, and didn't even flinch as the stinging alcohol slipped down your throat.
"Oh подсолнечник , don't frown. You don't look beautiful when you frown." He gently chided and leaned towards you.
You groaned, "I know exactly why she hired me."
He looked down at you, "Why?"
You laughed some as you took a chaste drink of your vodka, "Because she likes you. It's so obvious! Every time I bring you
Germans Are Engineers(PrussiaxReaderxGermany)"If you two didn't know how to work on cars, I think I would die." You beamed brightly as you looked over the two Germans working on your car. "I mean, going to a professional engineer is so darn expressive!" You let your legs swing freely off the side of the table on your garage. This truly beat going to the auto repair shop for Ludwig as well as his brother lost their shirts due to the very steamy weather outside. You found yourself staring once and a while
"Ja, it is expensive." Ludwig said, picking up what looked like a wrench before fixing up what was needed.
Gilbert looked up at you from the engine, wiping sweat from his brow in the process. "You better be paying us though."
You raised an eyebrow before complaining slightly, "Why? You two are my best friends~! Common." You leaned forward with the most innocent face you could muster.
"Nein!" Gilbert said, "It's hot out here, and you think we're going to do it for free when we're cooking our asses off, and you're sitting ther
Bed Intruder ~(AmericaxReader)((Mild Adult Content))
You wake up to see two silhouettes hovering over you in the darkness. You groan. Who was bugging you this late at night? You turn on the lights to see two strange men and scream.
"AAAAAHHHHHH! Who the hell are you?" You screamed waking up everyone in this house.
"Ohohohohoho. Madame, we are your beautiful nightmare!" A man with shoulder-length blonde hair and a heavy French accent said.
"Yes! Trust in me, you'll love us! Me and my awesomeness especially." The second man whispered. He had grayish hair and red eyes.
"What??" You said, confused and too in shock to say or do anything else.
"Ohohohoho What does this mean, hm?" The French man whispered.
"Threesome." The other whispered against your ear, making you shiver.
"HELL NO!" You screamed and began fighting back against your intruders.
You fought back with force, but they were too much for you. They held you down with evil, perverted looks on their faces.
"Shall we?" The French whispered and the othe
2P!America X Reader- Urban Legend Ch.IV
As time was running, you were wondering if escape was a choice. Every day he was cheeking you out, like you were some kind of entertaiment. He would give you some food just so you can live. He didn't wanted to kill you, you could tell. All he wanted was to drive you to the point of madness, to get ride of your sanity and pull you into the new word of insanity. You tried your best to stay sane, not like it was easy. You were most of the time alone. Alfred was always somewhere, God knows doing what sick and insane shit.
You didn't knew how many days passed by, it was hard to tell, because you were in a basement and with no windows. You wanted so much to escape, to see your family and the people that you cared about. That was your ultimate wish and you was going to achieve it, no matter how hard is going to be.
You were again alone and you knew that Alfred won't be back more than a couple of hours. This was your chance to escape. You tried to get your hands free from the ropes
Countries React to Baby Got Back *CRACK*Countries React to http://youtu.be/32i3vNaiqgc
You waited until all of the countries had assembled in the World Conference Hall. You heard mutters of 'who is this chick' and the like. Yes, none of the countries knew you, but oh how you knew them.
For you see, you were a fangirl of the show Hetalia.
"Thank you all for coming," you shouted as the last person to sit down (which had been China) got situated in his seat. You were standing on the table now, with a large television behind you.
"Uh, love, who are you?" you heard England ask and you beamed at him.
"I'm (Name)(LastName) and I come from the country (country)! I LOVE YOU (COUNTRY)!" you shouted and waved frantically at your country, who blushed a bit.
"Why are you on the table, dudette?" America asked, looking up at you through his glasses.
"No, zhe question isn't why ma petite chou is on le table~ Zhe real question is why she is not wearing a skirt~" you heard France, who happened to be right in the seat to your left, laugh his u
AmericaxPregnant!Reader - The Perfect GiftYou smile contently to yourself as you finish wrapping the present before you. 'I really hope Al likes it...' You think as your thoughts drift to the American. Today was the 4th of July, and it was also Alfred's, your husband of two years, birthday. You had had a tough time picking out a perfect gift for him, but at the last moment, you found it.
While you were out shopping with your friend Elizabeta, you stumbled into a comic book store that sold rare comics and figurines. You ended up purchasing some comics that your husband was dying to have, and a small Captain America action figure, since he was Al's idol. It may have cost you most of the money you had saved up, but you knew the look of happiness on Alfred's face would make up for it.
You were about to pick up the present and put it away, when you felt arms wrap themselves around you, and a soft cheek rub against yours.
"Darn, I was hoping you were still wrapping and I could catch a glimpse of my gift!" The person says, and
And Then There Were Three (2p!AmericaXReader)Caution: Swearing and Violence
Read the rest of the People Like You series before this one (People Like You, Temporary Bliss, and The High Road)
You bent over once more, emptying the final remains of your bagel and coffee into the toilet at work. God, you hoped no one else was in here. You had been getting sick more and more over the back two months, and even more so since you had somewhat reconciled with your…boyfriend? No, that term was too formal and there wasn’t much of a romantic aspect to your relationship. Fuck buddy? That didn’t fit either; you had an emotional connection with him…but not one strong enough to actually be a relationship.
You felt worse than shit at the moment, so you didn’t think too deeply on the matter. You stood up and straightened your shirt before flushing away your breakfast and exiting the stall. You ran the faucet and splashed some gloriously cool water onto your flushed face before turning around, only coming face
2p!America X Reader X 2p!Canada: part 2You squeaked out of the arms of your captures.
"A-are you two Al and Matt?" You asked. Your two saviors weren't what you thought.
"That's us. nice to make your acquaintance miss. d-cup." The Brunette with reddish eyes and sunglasses in his hair answered.
"Please don't call me that. my name is _____."
"We like miss. d-cup better." the blond with wavy hair pulled back into a ponytail and dark purple eyes with similar sunglasses in his hair.
You could feel your blood begin to boil. In all your life of enduring bullying, you've never had to deal with sexual harassment.
"Looks like miss. d-cup is getting angry. I think we should stop." The brunette said
"Really?" You asked. Glad that that at least one of them had sense.
"Yeah. I mean if we aim to make you our girlfriend." The brunette answered.
"You're hot. And nice. Who wouldn't want you?"
"And smart! Now leave me alone!" You rushed off trying to keep the two perverts from seeing your blush.
"Hold it right there!" The brunette said as he g
2p!America X Reader X 2p!Canada: Part 3"So You do like us." Al whispered when you sat down.
"I wasn't saying thank you for sitting next to you two." You whispered back the venom in your voice very clear.
"Sheesh. Trying to be nice." Matt shot back.
"Are you two even smart enough to be in calculus?" You challenged.
"Sure. Our dad is a teacher, he gave us basic education when we where in preschool." Matt shrugged.
"'Our Dad'? You mean the two of you are twins?" You asked fearing that they could live together.
"You'd think she'd figure it out when we said uncle Francis." Al said seeming like he was bored.
You scowled at them them and returned to your work.
_____ didn't know, but we snuck into dad's office and got the work for all our next
AmericaxReader: Change in Plans"What is this?!" Alfred complained.
Alfred F. Jones, your childish boyfriend, was hanging out at your house, supposedly helping you prepare for the Independence Day party you were having tomorrow. It also happens to be the day of his birth, so you decided to go all out and throw a huge bash to celebrate. You couldn't keep it a secret from Alfred because one: there was a lot of preparing to do and it was too much for you to handle alone; and two: Alfred saw it coming, or more specifically, he couldn't stop talking about the up coming events, weeks before you even begun planning for it.
Now, there you were, in your kitchen kneading cookie dough as Alfred glared at the rain outside the window.
"It's called 'rain,' Alfred. Don't worry too much about it. It'll pass by tomorrow." You reassured him. When you took a quick glance at him, he didn't seem convinced.
"I don't know. That weatherman has a thing for getting the forecast wrong. Remember the hail storm we got last winter?"
2P!EnglandxReader - The Cupcakes 1Ding, dong!
You were at the doorstep of your best friend Arthur's house. He asked you to come for a treat. He didn't say what, but he added that it was a surprise.
You heard laughter behind the door. Not just Arthur's, but others. You hear shushing and the door is opened. "_______, how good to see you, love!" Arthur exclaims. He smiles widely, but something is different about him.
His usually blond hair was tinged pink. His eyes were not the usual emerald but instead, he sported a swirling mix of blue and pink. He wasn't wearing anything you've seen him in, either. A purple vest over a pastel pink shirt. A baby blue bow tie was wrapped around his neck. The only thing that looked close to what the normal Arthur wore was his black pants and shoes.
"Hey Artie. You look...different?" you say. He just stands there, glowing with his smile.
"Oh? I haven't noticed," he answered back. "Come in, come in! I've made cupcakes for everyone!"
You were confused by his statement. "Everyone? You
Baseball Game.[2P!AmericaxReader-Drabble]You flinched as you felt his nails dig into your hips, most likely bringing blood to the surface. Your mouth hung open in frozen fear and pleasure as the rough man above you managed to dig his sharp canine teeth into your neck, the feeling of his tongue piercing rocking goose bumps throughout your body. No sounds came from your mouth, simply because these actions weren't the first ones of the day, and your throat and mouth were nearly dry to the bone. You loved Alfred to death and beyond, just when he snapped, he never allowed you to take a break during sex, and he just kept going and going. As for you, by the time he did let you take a break, you couldn't move at all.
The feeling of his hands clawing upwards ran through your nerves as he roughly clutched your sides to bring your lower half onto his, a growl leaving his lips. Arching your back in instinct, you in return clawed mercifully at his back, whispering something along the lines of, "Alfred No more of this Please."
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