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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
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 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
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
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
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
Italy x Reader: Pretty PicturesYou slipped into the hallway, the hall pass in your hand making you grin. Not being in class was one of the coolest feelings in the world. You strolled down the long passage, in no rush to get to your destination, since getting there meant you would have to go back to class shortly afterwards.
Your destination was supposedly the ladies restroom, but you planned to make a stop at the vending machines on the way there. The snickers bar was practically calling to you…
“Ve~! _______!” You turned to see a bouncy Italian halfway through the process of glomping you, his feet leaving the ground and his arms outstretched for a hug.
“Feli-!” You squeaked as he finished the hug, almost knocking you over. He rubbed his face on yours like a cat, making soft “Ve… Ve..!” noises.
“_______! Where are you going?” He asked expectantly, looking up at you with his big amber eyes. You laughed, the days where him being so close to you would make y
Francexreader- Drunk 4FrancexReader
Drunk- 4 Final
A man was walking across the park, the hem of his long coat flapping about his ankles. You frowned, he looked familiar some how.
He turned his head slightly, flicking a cigarette into the snow. He froze, looking at you. You stared back. Even though his hair was slightly shorter and shaggy, and stubble covered his cheeks you knew who it was. His emotionless violet eyes stared back at you.
You shivered, wrapping your arms around your torso.
It was Francis.
The scruffy remnant of a man you used to know stood silent.
"Francis? Is that really you?"
He nodded slightly, lifting the cigarette to his lips. You stared, still astonished at how changed your friend had become.
"Take a picture _____. It'll last longer." Francis's voice was hoarse and his tone uncaring.
Your jaw dropped. Before you had left, Francis would have
Francexreader- Drunk 3FrancexReader
"None of you fucking business."
He fell to his knees, sobbing like a newborn child.
"PLEASE!! I NEED HER!"
-------Arthur's point of view------
"Piss off." My voice was tight with anger. My fist were clenched and it took all of my will power not to hit him.
Tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes. He glared at me with a ferocity I never thought possible of him.
"You don't understand." His voice was shaking with what sounded like a mixture of anger and sadness.
I scowled, knowing that soon the neighbors would be looking outside, the commotion he was causing was a nuisance.
"Come on in then." I stepped aside to let him in. Francis entered, still glaring at me.
I held up a hand before he could open his mouth.
"I'm not telling you were ______ is."
His face contorted with anger, "WHY?!"
I glared back, "She doesn't want to be the fallback anymore. She's tired of you walking all over her."
Teacher!America x Student!Reader - HeroFebruary 14th brought as much pink-and-red heart balloons and hallway make-outs as you had expected, and first period hadn’t even started yet. The hallways were decorated for the Valentine’s Day dance, and you just stood outside Mr. Jones’s door, books clutched to your chest, blushing at the thought of who your Valentine was this year.
The two of you had had a cute, secretive relationship for a few weeks now, and gone on very discreet dates. You wondered if he had anything planned for today, but considering it was a school night, that was probably a no. Just in case, however, something happened during school, you had dressed nice; and by nice, I mean a nice, red, half-to-the-knees skirt and white half-calf boots. A white, fluffy long-sleeved sweater with a scooping neckline showed off only the straps of your red tank top.
You were still very anxious to see him, and waited impatiently outside of your US History class with your fellow classmates.
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
You Called?: Master!America x Maid!ReaderAll you wanted to do was relax. To take some time to smell the roses, or should I say hamburger wrappers.
Ah yes, that lovely smell of old hamburgers that still linger around the house after a week because your master didn’t throw them away. And seeing how you have to pick them all up, you didn’t like it so much.
Having a loud mouthed American running around making a muck of things when you just cleaned up that spot get a tiring after a while. Sure, if he would let things stay for more than five seconds you wouldn’t mind it as much.
But today you were at your wits ends.
“Alfred F. Jones!” You screamed while crossing your arms and tapping your foot. “Get your hero ass over here now.”
After you finished you yelled you could see the blonde poke his head out of the kitchen. A hamburger in his hand and a Coca-Cola can in the other. “What’s up brah?” He questioned innocently, not sensing the mood at all.
“You, sit.” You
APH PrussiaxReader ::Even Too Awesome For Me?::"Even Too Awesome For Me?" (OneShot)
Yes. He's too awesome for this story. But, you aren't! And who are we talking about? How could you not know? It's you're awesome boyfriend, Gilbirt! Or Prussia, as his friends call him.
Speaking of the Bad Touch Trio, you were currently outing at the park, watching them play a dirty game of football in the big field. You sit under a tree, munching on an apple. You would join them, but you're afraid to get hurt. They take this seriously.
After they're done, everyone sits by you for a snack. You were listening to your Ipod (Or any random MP3Player that you have!) and when you scooted over to Gilbirt, your Ipod got snagged by one of the tree trunks, disconecting your head phones and blaring out "I'm Too Sexy". Your face when instantly read, as you fumbled with it, pausing the song. They all stare at you. Your heart is beating fast, and you're sweating, bad. Until they burst out into a belly full of laughter, and you got even more red! Jus
Francexreader- Drunk 2FrancexReaderxEngland
You regretted letting him stay.
He would sleep during the day and go out all night. Partying recklessly, then coming home drunk.
It was like a stupid love song.
The kind you hated.
"I'm going out." You glared at Francis's back as he left.
You waited until you heard his car pull out of the driveway. Lunging for the phone, you tripped over a pair of his stupid dress shoes.
The asshole left clothing all over the place.
You dialed the familiar number, not bothering to get up off the floor.
Arthur had become the only person you felt safe talking to about Francis. Sure Elizabeta and Felix tried to help, but their solution always ended with them wanting to beat Francis up.
You were tempted to let them.
"How can I help you, love?" You sighed into the phone.
"How do I get him to leave?" You had asked this question many times before. Arthur never got impatient, he understoo
Fight for life.
Yūrei- Yūrei are a type of Japanese ghost, usually female (though males do exist), traditionally shown as wearing all white with long black hair that hangs in front of their face. They are typically bound to specific places or objects, and often have a mission of vengeance.
------England's point of view-------
"You Fucking Wanker." I grumbled at Alfred's back. Tripping on a tree root, I growled out a curse.
"Not my fault the car broke down." He shot a glare at me, the moonlight glinting off his glasses.
"Guys! Fighting fix nothing!" Yao walked next to me, his mouth full of dumplings. The basket in his arms was piled with more.
"Oui." Francis swatted branches out of his way, shrieking when they tangled in his hair.
I glanced at Ivan. The tall Russian was unfazed by the foliage around us. Of course.
Why were we out in the middle of a bloody forest?
Because Alfred just HAD to ride in that crappy
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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