Like a Family SpainXReader oneshotYou were humming to yourself as you pulled your shiny (car color) (car type) into your good friend Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, aka Spain’s drive way. You were sure he was aware of your arrival; your radio was up as loud as it could go blasting a Spanish song Antonio had introduced you to. You were still humming it as you knocked on the door.Like a Family SpainXReader oneshot by PrincessSelenastar
“What do you want-a?” a child’s voice asked as the door opened. Standing there was an Italian boy. He had chestnut hair with an adorable little hair curl coming from the right side of his head, honey gold eyes, wore a pink shirt, blue slacks and had an apron on.
“Why hello there, you must be Romano! Antonio’s told me so much about you! May I come in please? I have a guitar lesson with him today.” You said, patting his head. His cheeks turned bright red as he moved aside so you could come in.
“Si, that’s-a me, Romano, but you can call me ‘Roma’ if you-a want to, bella. I’m sorry
Hetalia EnglandxReader: Marathon LoversJust as a little note, (Y/N) is your name, (Y/L/N) is your last name, (e/c) is eye color, and (h/c) is hair color. Happy reading!Hetalia EnglandxReader: Marathon Lovers by PrincessSelenastar
You sighed softly as you sat on your living room couch, waiting for your longtime friend Arthur Kirkland, also known as England, to arrive. You were supposed to be watching Doctor Who together, but he was uncharacteristically late.
“Arthur…where are you…” you muttered to yourself. Suddenly, there is a knock at your door. You perk up hopefully and rush to answer the door. You pull it open to see your British friend standing there, smiling happily.
“Hullo (Y/N), how are you this fine evening?” he asked, sounding absolutely ecstatic, but somehow in control. You giggled a little.
“I’m wonderful. What’s got you happier than Snape from Harry Potter torturing small children?” you asked, smiling at the blonde man in your door way.
“It’s a long story, (Y/N). May I come in so I can tell it?
Hide and Kiss - Prussia x Reader
You glanced at yourself in the mirror. You were wearing the olive green American military uniform Ludwig's boss had stolen from Alfred's base camp. It was a little big on you but nothing a few alterations can't fix! After making a couple adjustments here and there, you buttoned up your top, picked up your matching helmet, and exited the tent.
Around the same time, Ludwig and Gilbert walked out of their tents wearing the same uniform as you. Unlike you and Ludwig, Gilbert had a bomber jacket thrown over his disguise. "Check it out Frau!" Gilbert propped a leg onto a nearby crate and gave you one of his showstopper diplomatic poses. "Do I look American yet? Kesesese!"
Gosh dammit, he didn't look American but he looked hella hot.
You continued to stare at him with your mouth agape in awe at the fine gift the heavens had bestowed upon you while Ludwig folded him arms, unamused. "You look suspicious."
"What? But I have the bomber jacket, the laugh, and everything!"
.:Sweet Cafe~America x Reader:.
It is a cold day. But you and your beloved boyfriend Alfred is safely placed under the roof with one blanket that was recently pulled towards each other lack of the small size. It was Alfred’s, but you just love how warm and how it smells perfectly like him. Both of you cuddle lazily on the couch, it was really sweet. The room is filled with silence and a comfortable atmosphere. It is silence between both of you, as you enjoy each other’s warm and loving presence. Love… it reminds you of something that made you break the sweet silence.
“Hey, Alfred… Love is like a chocolate huh? It’s sweet and bitter…”
Hearing that, he looks up from his knee and grins while looking at you. Looking back, you smile slightly. He starts to talk, “Well, nothing is as sweet and bitter as you!~”
You laugh lightly in disbelief. He stares at you with his soft gaze. And you let an exhale escape to end the action. “So you think I’m bitter huh
.:Athazagoraphobia~2P!England x Reader:.
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The fear is there again, slowly creeping into his conscious mind and tries to invade his full hearted trust of [y/n], the girl he loves. This happened recently, in the most unpredictable moments. Slowly he furrows his eyebrow as he tightens his whisk and stop mixing the ingredients together.
Why? Why would he feel like this? Is he not sure about her love?
Explaining such a deviant anxiety is hard, impossible perhaps. Even he himself couldn’t explain more than one sentence about how he feels.
Such an ironic thing for a praised person like him to feel lonely and sad. As if it made him like an ungrateful person. It’s so cruel that every day he needs to put on a mask so people would not worry about him, but even with all of the attention he gathered. None of the lies could be used; he feels empty inside.
Taking a stuttered breath to calm himself down, he slowly pl
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