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France x Reader: Being Loved...Part 1
"______________! It's been a long time amiga!" Spain said cheerfully as you stood on the front porch.
You laughed at his seemingly everlasting cheerfullness and zest for life. "Yeah I know. It has been a while."
"Come in come in! I'll get you something to drink right away. It's hot during the summer after all!" the Spaniard said before rushing off into the kitchen.
You smiled at the familiar warmth of Spain's home. Sure it had been a while since you had visited but it almost felt like your second home. Antonio was practically family to you and he was more than delighted you felt that way.
Relaxing even more you headed over to the couch to see Romano already crashed and eating a tomato.
"Hey Romano." you greeted casually.
Romano hardly looked up. "Great. Another Spain in the house."
You hardly reacted at all and sat down on the couch next to him. Being Spain's friend you were around Romano quite often and were used to his behavior. In reality Romano actually cared for you quite a bit as
I Think I Love You MoreI've always hated cheesey love lines. You know? The ones that make people go "awww" and me go "ew"? Yeah....well I decided to write a ton of it for you.
You're the first guy who's ever made me feel this way.
You're the first one to piss me off because my mind is stuck on you all day.
But how can I help it when nobody compares to you?
I kept trying to seal my heart away to hide all my feelings too.
Not too cheesey yet? Don't worry, it gets worse!
I guess I finally said screw hiding my heart...so here's some stuff I think about you:
I think I love you more than I love picking dandelions in the spring.
I think I love you more than I love singing Disney songs while I'm driving to work.
I think I want you more than I want all the anime on my wishlist.
I think I crave you more than I crave tons of sweets on my period.
I think I love you more than I love baking brownies on a shitty day.
I think I love you more than I love speeding down a dirt road as fast as I can.
I think I want you more tha
France x Reader: Being Loved...Part 2
You weren't comfortable.
It was all so sudden being invited over to France's home and then staying the night there. It wasn't that you distrusted France or that he himself was making you particularly uneasy...it was just being around the man you adored for so long; that made you nervous.
You coulnd't help but smile a little bit though. As you walked in, an absolutely delightful and all to familiar scent surrounded you.
"Pot au feu.." you said closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.
"Oui~ It has been cooking all day. I know how much you love it so I made it for tonight." he said with a wink.
You managed to will away a blush. God...every time he winked at you it made your heart beat faster...but you couldn't help but stop and think of how many other women he had winked at...how many other hearts he had made thump wildly..yes...it wasn't like you were special or anything.
"Is something the matter __________________?" France asked with concern, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Oh no. I wa
France x Reader: Being Loved...Part 5
Three days; that's how long you had been with Francis already and you had to admit these days had been some of the most fun you'd ever had in your life. Francis had been showing you all over Paris during your stay...and it was more beautiful than you had ever imagined. Francis knew every single moment of history and every inch of space when it came to the lovely city of Paris, which made him both incredibly entertaining and the perfect tour guide.
So far you had visited Le Palais de Justice where France's judiciary system was stationed, La Sainte-Chapelle which was an absolutely stunning 13th century church with stained glass windows, and the famous gothic cathedral Notre Dame. You were delighted that France was showing you these monuments first as most people only ever think of the Eiffel tower when talking about Paris, but really there was so much more to see than that.
Aside from all the sight-seeing though, more than anything, you truly loved just spending time with Francis. Those
Yeah this is pretty much just a pointless rant.About my discontent with the way people either perceive or portray the characters of Hetalia. What do I mean? By perceive I mean the way people take in and understand the characters. Portray? I am talking about the way people write them in fanfiction. Now my rant shall begin highlighting individual characters from the Allied and Axis powers.
God I REALLY hate so many misconceptions surrounding this character. People seem to push that America is nothing but a pushy, wild, and self-centered individual who is just a little goofy off to the side. I can't tell you how many fanfictions I've read or comments I've heard people make about this character that completely FAIL to recognize America's deep levels of compassion, sweetness, selflessness, care, and sometimes even insecurity and nervousness. I also REALLY hate how some people portray Alfred in fanfiction as some kind of man whore who has fucked a million girls and the reader is just another
France x Reader: Being Loved...Part 4
So you had just agreed to stay with France for an entire week. You felt absolutely wonderful...but so nervous. What if you said or did something really stupid while you were there...or something that made him stop liking you. What if he just got bored with you?
'No...Francis wouldn't feel that way. I've been friends with him for so long now.' you smiled to yourself. 'If he was going to dump me off and not care anymore he would have done so by now. I'm going to have as much fun as I can while I'm here!'
"So Francis, what are we going to do today?" you asked as you sat down at the table, indulging in the scent of the omelette he was cooking.
To your surprise and concern, France's contented expression dissapeared, saddened brows and pouting lips replacing it. "Oh ma cherie...I'm so sorry to dissapoint but I'm afraid I have to go into work today. I was able to get the rest of the week off but there is an important meeting today and a few loose ends to tie up..." he said with dissapointment
Estonia x Reader: Above Anyone Else...Part 1
'I wonder if today is the day I should tell him ' you wondered to yourself.
This was a question you'd asked yourself many times before but still you found yourself asking it again with the same anxiety plaguing your heart as the first time you asked it.
You looked over at the man next to you who was currently telling you how things were going in his country; after all you had asked and yet you weren't really listening. You felt kind of selfish. This guy was always going through quite a bit and he really deserved some genuine attention, especially from you, his best friend. Yet you were far more concerned right now with confessing to him
"What? Oh sorry, Estonia. What now?" you somewhat coughed out.
"I was just asking what you thought about all of this." Eduard clarified.
"Oh! Well I think it's great!" you laughed.
You felt your heart sink and your stomach tense at Estonia's expression of confusion.
"You think that Russia's exceptional abuse that's been
And the Word of the Day isFrancophile (or Gallophile)! An individual who has a strong positive predisposition or interest toward the government, culture, history, or people of France. :iconfrancisplz::iconstudmuffinfranceplz::iconchibifranceplz::iconfrancerapefaceplz::iconfrancesparklesplz::iconfrenchwhineplz::iconfrenchsquealplz::iconfrancehankieplz::iconfrancebuttplz::iconpervyfranceplz::iconceilingfranceplz::iconamourbeamplz::iconlelurkplz::iconpantyfrance-plz::Iconfranceloveplz::iconfrancegimmegimme::iconbonnefoyplz::iconfrancisgasmplz::iconfrancetantrumplz::iconfuckmefranceplz::iconhetaliafranceplz::iconwtfranceplz::iconwaitorfranceplz::iconfrancecomplainplz::iconceculplz::iconfrancisbonnefoy::icondramaticfranceplz::iconsupersexyfranceplz::iconlesexyfranceplz::iconfrancemuahplz::iconhappyfrancisplz::iconohfuckfranceplz::iconfrancestick1plz::iconfrancestick2plz:
On the opposite end of the spectrum, we have a Francophobe (or Gallophobe) – someone who dislikes all that is French. :iconbrowbeamsplz:
And so it continues...Because I figured that since I ranted about the main eight, why stop there! How about we highlight some of the other fabulous Hetalia characters!
This is another character I think people really fail to understand. Actually I think a lot of people kind of view Canada the way they view Russia in that they see him as this wounded soul that needs the reader to help him find his identity and "change him" or something of the like. I don't think this is the case. I think Canada struggles for sure and is lonely but I don't think he's having an identity crisis within himself or is depressed beyond repair or something. I feel like people think Canada only acts the way he does because he's lonely or left out or something but I think it's just how he is and what's wrong with that? What's wrong with being quiet and more soft-spoken? It doesn't mean there's anything wrong with him. I think it's his personality by nature. Perhaps it's accentuated because of his lack of atte
Sinophilia (( ReaderXChina ))Sinophilia
(( ReaderXChina ))
Sinophilia – the love of China and/or Chinese people.
Yao bent down in the middle of the forest to catch his breath, running away from you, his rather relentless classmate (name).
“Yao! Where did you go? I only want to play!”
He knew your version of play much too well, and he did not want to get involved in that again.
‘What’s with all the sudden stalker cases here, aru?!’, he thought, continuing on his epic quest to run away from you.
Close behind him, you were running quite quickly; there was absolutely no chance that you’d let him get away from you. Even if you did have to tie him up in a severely locked cage where he could look at nothing but you, not that you were complainin
Winter's Touches - Hong KongXReader
Leon shivered, pulling his robe closer around him while he squeezed his girlfriend's hand. She was bending over to look at a dying planet, frowning. "It seems sad that winter kills everything it touches." (Y/N) said, standing back up and brushing a strand of (H/C) hair behind her ear.
Leon just shrugged and tugged on her hand again, dragging her along the frozen pathway. (Y/N) had been dating Leon for about a year now, and she was allowed to stay with him and his family for the holidays. He was taking her out the see the large family garden, since she had only ever seen it in Summer and Spring.
"Hmm? Where to next?" She asked, pulling the robe she borrowed from Mei around her closer as her teeth chattered. "Hopefully nothing dead." She commented, looking at her boyfriend as he shook his head.
Leon dragged (Y/N) farther back into the garden, around a large tree that was loosing it's leaves. (Y/N) had never had time to go that far in before, and looked around curiously.
Melting my Heart Ch 1 RussiaxReader [SUPER FLUFFY]The storm that raged outside was the worst it had been in the last century.
Ivan sat in front of the fire in his favorite chair reading. He looked up at
the clock and realized what time it was. It was late, he got up and stretched
then set his book down on the table. He walked over to the window and looked
outside, the snow had slowed some but the wind was blowing even harder. Off in
the distance he saw the door to his barn flapping wildly in the wind.
"I could have sworn I locked that up tight." He said as he headed to the front
door so he could secure the door again. He put on his hat, boots and
jacket,grabbed his flashlight and hurried to the barn. As he got to the door,
he heard the animals inside making a commotion, that usually meant one thing,
something had gotten in. He entered carefully, listening for any growls or
snarling that may come from a hungry predator, but he heard none of that. He
walked in and looked around, shi
LithuaniaXReader: The blizzardYOUR POV
Here you were, stuck inside. The only company you had was the ticking sound of the clock and your pen and paper. You had been focusing all of your attention on a novel you had been writing and had yet to find any inspiration. The only reason you even considered writing a novel was that it was horribly cold outside, there was nothing on TV, and a storm was coming, it was supposed to be a bad one.
You looked at your calendar. Yep, still in the dead of winter. The pen in your hand ceased to write down any ideas or words to help along the plot of your story. Worst case of writers block ever. You groaned and set down the pen. "I'll never finish it, why bother?" Flopping down on the couch, you reached for the book you've read 1,000 times over. It was the only decent book in the house. You weren't in the right financial situation to go out and buy a plethora of int
Nightmares (GerIta)"Nein..nien..n-nein." Tears welled up in ice-blue eyes, as they stared blankly at the corpse their body cradled.
"Italy...p-please..vake up" The person sobbed, shaking the corpse, whose dulled hazel eyes, stared up at nothing. Hearing the roar of machine gun fire, the man looked up, only to come face-to-face with the very machine that ended his lover’s life. Clutching Italy closer to his chest, the man watched calmly as the machine raised its weapon, and fired.
Eyes flying open, Germany jerked upright, clutching his chest as he panted heavily. Ice-blue eyes traveled around the room, the imprint of a bloody battlefield vanishing, as did the smell of rotting corpses, and gunpowder. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Germany viciously rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the tears escaping from his eyes.
"Ve~? Germany?" Thin arms wrapped around his waist, and Germany fell quite, his quite sobs rocking his chest. Head cocked in confusion, North Italy tugged the German back
ChinaxReader : Christmas kissYou looked up from the beautiful necklace in the small, black box given to you by your best friend, Yao for Christmas.
"Y-Yao..." You could barely choke out.
The Chinese man smiled at you. "Do you like it, aru?"
Not able to say a single word you looked back down at the beautiful heart shaped locket.
You opened the locket to see a picture of you and Yao sitting on a bench, laughing together. You remembered that day perfectly. One of the best days of your life since that same day was when you met the Chinese man.
Not able to hold it in, you burst into tears.
The smile on Yao's face quickly disappeared from his face. Now, a look of panic and concern was plastered on it. "_-_____! I-if you don't like it, I could return it o-"
Before he could finish his sentence, you pressed your lips against his. He went wide eyed and blushed like mad.
"Yao," You said, pulling away, smiling at him. "I love it." You chuckled, whiping away a tear. "They're tears of joy." You looked back down at the necklace
FrancexReader - The New Maid (Part 1/3) Francis smirked, staring down at his latest maid's outfit. She was new, and required a new uniform. Shorter skirt, tighter top... Overall sexier, or so he thought. As he heard the knock on his office door, he smiled and turned around, throwing it open. "Bonjour, mon cherie!" His blue eyes widened slightly; god, she was beautiful.
With a soft smile, you bowed to your new boss, unaware of the new uniform he had picked out for you. "Bonjour, master Bonnefoy." Wait, was that right? You were supposed to address him as 'Master', weren't you? Or was it 'Monsieur'? You couldn't remember! Your smile faded a bit and you looked to the floor, obviously worried you'd got it wrong. Not a good first impression.
Francis chuckled at your nervousness. He took a step forward and snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him. "I'd prefer 'monsieur', but if you don't 'zpeak French, zhen you can call me master." He smiled wide, and pulled you towards his desk, upon which lay
Always will(Fem!FranceXReader)“(y/n)!” That was all the warning you got before Francine jumped on you. A strangled cry of surprise exited your mouth as you felt the force of her drop bounce the two of you on the sofa. Before being so rudely disturbed, you’d been lying on your stomach minding your own business and reading your book.
Of course that changed the moment the French blondie started snuggling up to you. “Bonjour mon ange!” Your flatmate was forever sneaking up on you and hugging you so you’d have thought that you would’ve gotten used to it by now, that was not the case however. In fact you felt yourself get more and more irritated whenever she’d pounce on you.
Why though? Was it because you heated up every time she snuggled up to you? That heart of yours pounding so loudly was becoming a pain as well. What was wrong with you?
You growled lightly as you felt her nuzzling into your neck. “I’m trying to read here.” You told her with a voice you
Bound Servitude: Nordics Chapter SixThis is a bit suggestive at certain parts.
Days passed in similar refrain, it didn’t take too long, what with Finland and (Name) taking care of him for Sweden to get up and about again. This made (Name) smile, the strong and stoic Swede, just didn’t look right laying in a sick bed. So now she was back to her usual days.
She was really trying her best to make time for all of her masters, though it was hard at times, seeing as how they all seemed to want her time at once. But she couldn’t change that, all she could do was work hard to make them all happy.
“Hey (Name) come in here for a minute!” Denmark called.
“I’m coming Master Denmark.” She responded and wiped the flour from her hands and stuck the bowls she had been working in in the refrigerator and headed into his bedroom.
“You called for me Master?” she asked entering the war zone of a room.
‘Didn’t I just clean up in here?’ she asked.
LoveLove is patient.
Love is kind.
It does not envy.
It does not boast.
It is not proud.
It is not rude.
It is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered.
It keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with truth.
It always protects.
Love never fails.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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