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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
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 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
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 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
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
Austria x Reader: Girls Over Music...Part 1
"A music party?"
It was so quaint, the little invitation you held in your hand; it looked like something fresh out of a fancy catalogue. You carefully examined the intricate designs gracing the cardstock. The elegant cursive font swirled invitingly on the front of the card, drawing you in and already giving you the feeling of the elegant even to come. Opening the invitation delicate wisps of embossed blue curves bordered the paper's edges. Yes very nice indeed. What struck you as unusual though was the envelope it came in. While the writing on the outside was neat as a pin, the envelope itself was cheap; it was like something you'd buy at a dollar store. Whoever sent the invitation must have wanted to give the impression that he or she was one to be admired for their elegance and yet they couldn't bring themselves to spend the extra money to buy proper envelopes.
A music party; you'd never been to something like that before who would be inviting you to something like that? Ah
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
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
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
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
You stopped just outside of Ivan's huge mansion and gave it a good look over, it hasn't changed at all since your visit yesterday but you still couldn't get over how big and wonderful the place looked. The one thing you didn't understand was why Toris and the others lived with Ivan when they obviously feared the tall Russian man. With a shake of your head, you slowly head around to the back of the house. "Toris?" you whisper quietly and looked around for your brown haired friend. When you didn't spot him, you back up and placed a hand to your forehead to shade your eyes from the sun. 'There you are!' you thought when you spotted him in his room, good thing he kept the curtains open. With a grin, you step forward and grab onto the vines that hung to the house. You had made good acquaintances with the vines since you had to use them often to sneak into Ivan's house Toris's idea. It was only because of habit and lots of practice that yo
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
Bittersweet Duet (Gakupo x Reader)The crickets chirping quietly in the bushes set you on edge. The night is pitch black; not even squinting helps your eyes adjust to the dark road that spans out in front of you. You shiver when a harsh wind hits your body. Gee, maybe you should have ridden back to the Vocaloid house from the movie with Kaito…
You decide to brave the cold and keep walking. Though you hate to admit it, you’ve never particularly liked the dark. Also, the fact that you only have a light sweatshirt to keep you warm made the walk even less pleasant. Pretty much, you hate this walk home.
You sigh, sticking your hand out in front of you to make sure there isn’t anything in front of you. “This sucks…” you mutter under your breath. You suddenly get an idea; cupping your hands around your mouth, you slowly blow warm air onto your hands. You continually do that as you continue walking.
The lights up ahead on the road initia
P.2 Ch 1 Love Me ~ Demon!EnglandXReaderA feeling that could be comparable to lighting rushed through [Name]'s body. Her eyes immediately shot open and she cried out in pain. Arms immediately snaked around her body, giving her some reassurance. The searing pain kept coursing through her body. A hand started to stroke her head, and a man's voice muttered words in a language that she couldn't understand.
This went on for almost thirty minutes until the pain died down. She lay in back in the reassuring arms without any problems. As after as she was concerned now, these were the arms of her savior. Ever so slowly [Name] drifted to a peaceful sleep.
The demon calmly stroked [Name]'s hair as she fell asleep in his arms. He had a strange feeling about saving her. He'd actually been worried about what he claimed was allowing death to take her. Arthur closed his eyes and bite is lip. He recounted what happened after he found [Name] lying in her own blood.
Arthur sighed, waiting patiently after knocking on [Name
PolandXReaderYou were sitting on Poland's bed, don't listening to him at all while he was ranting about some thing that happened at the World Meeting, just staring into his green orbs with yours (e/c) ones. You pictured him embracing you, noses touching, lips millimtres apart
"Ehy (name)? Are you, like, listening to me?" he said waving a hand in front your face. You snapped out your day-dreaming, your face flushed. It happened almost everyday: you dreaming your prince kissing and hugging you. You loved Poland so much, but he couldn't return your love ,because well he was gay, or so you thought, and he probabily was in love with Lithuania.
You sighed,(h/c) hairs covering your eyes "Well,actually no, not really" you said while scratching the back of your head, your Polish friend pouted "(Name)! You've been, like, so hair-headed for, like, one month! What's wrong?" He said placing a hand on your shoulder. Your blush deepened "NOTHING! It's nothing really! I'm ok" you exclaimed
Arranged (China x Reader)Arranged
China x Reader
Arranged, at first you were against it. Hell, you refused to go through with it because in no way shape, form, or fashion do you know the man whom your parents told you that you would be marrying.
With each passing day, you stared out your window, saying good bye to what little freedom you have right now. Closing your eyes you tried to not think about that mans smile, his intoxicating, and infectiousness smile.
His soft brown eyes gazing into your (e_c) orbs as if you were the most important thing in the world to him. His larger, nimble hands capturing your own, holding your hands with a soft grip, as if he would break you if he used too much force. Breathing in each others sent, he made it seem as if you've become the very air he breaths.
Yes, yes this was all arranged. None of these feelings are real, none of them. Yet....you can feel the blush burning on your face as he kisses your hand, and saying his good byes. You find yourself returning t
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.
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