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Norway's Little Fangirl (Norway x Reader)"Norge? NORGE has a FANGIRL?" There's a slight pause before the voice spontaneously combusts into hysterical cackling. The source of the ruckus is none other than Denmark.
Both you and Norway stare impatiently while the Dane deteriorates in his fit of obnoxious snickers. He'll stop soon, you hope.
"N-Norway, of all the Nordics? Seriously, girl, you have some WEIRD taste. Even his BROTHER I would understand, but geez. This immobile pile of fish and potatoes? Ahh " His laughter subsides momentarily.
"For your information, this 'pile of potatoes' has a lot more depth than you'd think," you growl.
"Trust me, ___, I've known him for hundreds of years, and he's nothing but-"
He continues his idle rant about the 'stony brick country'. You feel something, like a slight alteration in the airflow, and glance back at Norway. His face remains as rigid as ever, but you can tell he's definitely planning something. His gloved hand begins to glow a translucent turquoise and h
Autumn (Prussia x Reader)BRIIING!!!
The obnoxious tone signifies the much-anticipated end of the school-day. After stopping by your own locker, you're on your way past the troublesome (and disturbingly sexy) 'Bad Touch' trio, who are horsing around as usual. Someone grabs your arm. You spin around to see Gilbert Beilschmidt, the infamous self-appointed king of the school and the only albino, peering into your face. He seems uncharacteristically distraught.
"Hey, uh, _____..." Oh gosh he said your name. "I was wondering if you'd maybe, um " He hesitates, shifting anxiously. "Can we go outside?"
Taking your hand, he leads you out of the crowded hallway, avoiding most of the jostles caused by the rowdy adolescents, and eventually outdoors to the nearby park.
Autumn is supremely alluring at this time of the year. Birds twitter restlessly in the branches of colour-splashed trees, each a multitude of shades and hues. A crisp breeze brushes by, rustling the brittle leaves throughout. The general tempera
Russian Rapture (Russia x Reader)"Become one with me," Russia whispers into your ear.
You shiver and politely decline, shaking your head slowly.
He backs up a little and looks you straight in the eyes. His violet ones appear ablaze. "Why not, my little sunflower?"
You break eye contact. It's impossible to stare at him for long. You try to think, but a purple aura clouds your thoughts, forcing them elsewhere. How glorious and beautiful he is, you think dreamily to yourself. But it feels like the thoughts aren't your own; like someone's written you a script and you're only acting them out.
You jump when you realize how close he is. His nose is touching yours; his eyes lowered seductively as his surprisingly cool, vodka-flavoured breath tantalizes your lips, inviting them to draw nearer. In your disorientation, you obey.
His mouth, so fresh, frozen, and yet so warm and inviting, teases you, tempting you for more. It feels so good So right
Then you feel a pang, like a blast of ice, awakening you from your delu
Pleasant Surprises (Prussia x Reader)Gil's chest rises and lowers beneath you, his arms are wrapped around you and holding you tight as if to protect you from the rest of the world. His head is lightly resting on yours, nestled among your hair. His warm breath reeks of the absent contents of the empty can lying discarded beside him. Gilbird is dozing in his beautiful snow-white hair. You wonder how it always remains so glossy.
It's nice to just reside in each other's company once in a while.
Suddenly, he stirs. You look up at him curiously.
He sighs. One of Gilbird's eyes crack open to peer at you. It's like the two share a mental bond. Knowing Gil, they probably do. "Hey, ____..." His accent is so amazing, you could just kiss it.
"Yeah?" You ask uncertainly.
"Well, it's just " He hesitates.
"Yes?" You wait, silently willing him on.
He takes a moment before responding with "Do you ever wanna, you know " He stares at you pointedly.
You get what he's implying. "WHAT!? GI-"
He covers your mouth with a finger, insta
First Date :Greece x Reader:As he helps you into the chariot, he takes your hand tentatively; as if it's something fragile that will break if dropped. His beautiful eyes meet yours. They are lovely, a sparkling emerald green with flecks of gold dancing around the irises. You force yourself to look away long enough to find the seat of the carriage. He seats himself next to you - close enough to touch, yet far enough away so as to not be intrusive. At the moment, you're so nervous that any touch would surely make you jump out of the window. Even so, when his hand lightly grazes yours, you constrain yourself, and even pleasantly enjoy it. You look up at him, and are surprised to see him smiling gently at you.
"Are you scared?" He asks with a voice as soft as ice cream - and just as sweet.
You feel your cheeks redden and look away instantly. His eyes might make you melt if you remained trapped in them any longer. "W-well, sort of " You manage to stutter.
His smile broadens slightly, and he reaches out to take yo
Epic Meal Time - France x ReaderThe taste is simply divine. Rich and succulent, with a hint of honey, the crepe practically melts onto your tongue. And the toppings - your mouth still waters just thinking about them. Only the freshest fruit and whipped cream, drizzled with a savoury chocolate sauce, embellish the scrumptious desert.
France watches, gauging your expression. "What do you think?"
You stare at him. "Tastes like more."
He grins foxily and passes you a whole other platter, complete with dressings and all. You dig in graciously.
"Aren't you going to eat?" You ask between mouthfuls of supple pastry.
He shakes his head, causing his blond locks to sway elegantly. "I ate earlier." The yearning rumble from his interior informs you otherwise.
You suspect he forgot to eat in order to create your meal. Poor thing. "Hey, France." You get your ammo ready.
"Hm?" His crystal blue eyes meet yours. They widen with horror when he realizes your intention. "Non!" He cries. Too late.
As he starts to turn away, you attempt to
New Neko Neighbour (Hungary x Reader)It’s a perfect day with both a pleasant breeze to whisk away your scent, and a warm sun should you feel like lounging later. At the moment, however, you’re headed towards the new neighbours. They moved in a few moons ago but you haven’t gotten a proper chance to investigate until now. You arrive to witness a pleasant surprise; a beautiful, young female perched on the windowsill, bathing. You find yourself irresistibly drawn to her; her brown and white pelt, her vivid green eyes, everything.
You watch her bathe. It’s soothing in a rhythmic, peaceful kind of way. You suddenly notice her emerald eyes on you and you realize that she saw you. “Can I help you?” She asks in a gentle, good-natured voice.
“Oh yeah I was just, uhm,” you struggle to find a proper answer. For some reason you blurt out “You missed a spot!” Nice going, Romeo.
Her expression changes to quizzical. “Really? Where?”
The fact that she doesn’t s
End of Day Cuddles (RomaBul)Bulgaria was still finishing up some documents when he heard the door behind him open and close quietly.
“Aren’t you done yet?” A voice complained.
“No- um?” Bulgaria asked as a very lonely Romania crawled into his lap like a centuries-old child. He put his head under Bulgaria’s with a tranquil sigh and quietly listened to his love’s breathing and heartbeat. This was the highlight of both of their day.
Bulgaria broke the peaceful silence. “I love your hair.”
Romania stirred. “No, it gets in the way sometimes and takes a bit of brushing and care.” He pouted like a pre-teen girl.
“I think it’s lovely,” Bulgaria murmured, brushing a few strands out of Romania’s smiling face. This drew out a laugh that rivalled the sweetest of any songbird’s. Bulgaria leaned in a little more and rested his lips on Romania’s forehead. They stayed like that until he moved closer to Romania’s for a st
Oh boy, presentation day (RomaBul)“This is awful,” Romania mutters.
I agree. In fact, most of the class probably agrees, but I just nod silently. We’re watching fellow students’ presentations about WWI and II, and to be frank: they all suck. The PowerPoints themselves have dreadful layouts full of large blocks of ugly text, which are read by the presenters in monotonous tones, whose beautiful backs are all we see of them. It’s bad.
“I mean, even if I didn’t know all this already and especially that I do-”
“Shh.” I cover his mouth with a finger and lay my head on his shoulder. The tactic works as planned; he keeps the criticism to himself, and even begins to purr softly. This attention attracts a nasty frown from the teacher. I roll my eyes and Romania turns and glowers fiercely back - a look that could stop a charging tiger in its tracks – causing the professor to look away. Having a crimson-eyed vampire looking at you like you’re a delicious steak
Romania x Reader Request“Today we will be starting a reading project in groups of two,” the teacher started pulling out the list of students. “You’re groups will be as follows; Arthur & Francis, Gilbert & Lovino, Ludwig & Feli, Alfred & Kiku, and Vladimir & _(f/n)_. Please get with your partners and figure out what book you would like to do your project on.”
“Hey _(f/n)_,” Vlad said in his amazing Romanian accent, as he walked up to you and sat in an open seat.
“Hiya,” you replied with a grin. You and Vlad had been friends since you two were born almost.
“So what book should we do?” he asked you, leaning his head into his hand and staring at you.
“Hm, I dunno. How about a vampire book?” you replied to his question.
“Vampire?” he said dumbfounded, he knew you liked to poke at him being a Romanian.
“Yeah, we could do it on Twilight,” you told him with a smile.
“Ew, sparkly vampires,
RomaniaxReader-Request“Hey Vlad…Who do you think would win in a fight: Zombies or Vampires?”
After almost two years of living with his girlfriend, Vladimir Popescu was used to the never-ending sea of both strange and completely nonsensical questions that never ceased to meet his ears. They were often had absurd, 'what if' scenario's to them, or they didn't matter to society in any way, shape or form. For example, one such as "What if a possum goes into a coma? Do all the other possums think he's faking it?" had been asked of him only last week, and he was still baffled by it's utter strangeness.
Sure there were normal ones, like "Why is the sky blue?" or "Why was Holden so concerned about the ducks?" These he could immediately answer, sending you back into whatever thought your question had robbed you away from.
Then there were the trickier ones, like "Why do you think people on the internet love potatoes and bacon?" or "Do animals have swears in animal language?"
RomaniaxReader~Sustenance Pact~Ch 4Sustenance Pact~Ch 4~
You watched and waited for Vladimir to adjust his tie. The red silk complimented his ruby eyes and little top hat he always wore to the side.
"It's been a while since I've dressed up for an occasion," Vladimir said. Because you hadn't officially invited him in your home, he couldn't see his reflection in the mirror so he had to ask you for your opinion on his appearances.
He held out his arms. "__________, how do I look?"
You scanned his profile up and down. "Hang on, stay still," you said going over to brush off a few stray strands of lint. You also tightened his tie to keep it centered. When that was all good and done, you stepped back.
For someone who could act so childish, Vladimir could be very handsome when he wanted to be. With his hair combed neatly out of his eyes and his usual tattered rags replaced with a suit you had to buy for him, he looked exceptionally presentable.
"There," you said. "That should be perfect."
Vladimir grinned; his fangs were visibl
RomaniaxReader: Wake Up CallWaking up to someone trying to tickle you is not the way to start the day. However your husband; Vlad, the personification of Romania, didn’t seem to know that this particular morning.
You woke up to a small shiver running down your back. Finding it was the reaction to Vlad running his fingers lightly up and down your bare back. Shivering you sleepily shook his touch off and pulled the covers over your bare chest.
His arms went under the covers and back to your back.
“S-stop,” you mumbled turning over so that your front was to him.
You barely noticed the giggle form him before the sheets came off completely and he descended upon you to tickle you.
“V-Vlad! Stop it!” you shouted angrily through your laughter.
“What’s the magic words?” he asked not stopping.
Through all your laughter it was hard to get out, “Romania is the best country ever! Vlad is also the sexiest man alive!”
He finally stopped.
Breathing heavily you looked ov
Princess : Romania X ReaderPrincess
Romania X Reader
Request by ~ RockGothPrincess
"Hello Princess" a husky voice greeted you, the heavy Romanian accent forever heating your cheeks. You laughed while turning around to hug him.
"Damn straight, I'm your princess" you replied commenting on his pet name for you.
He grinned while pulling you closer. "Well then, why don't I give you the proper greeting" He whispered before nibbling your neck playfully. Your breath hitched and you gave your boyfriend a soft slap on the shoulder. Blushing a full red, you put his eyes to shame. "Don't tease!" you said giggling. Romania heartedly laughed "But you make it so easy" he replied while playing with a (h/c) strand of you slightly damp hair. It had been raining , your pouch step a temporary shelter. He started to zone out, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he gleefully thought about the blessings he had from meeting you. Saying he adored you would be an understatement, to him you were so much better than any fairy tal
Oh Silly You (Romania x Reader) REQUEST
Oh Silly You
(Romania x Reader)
Ah! I love my job.
Looking to the soft glow of the mornings sun from beside me I smiled
“About thirty minutes until class starts (f/n).” Standing up abruptly from my desk I looked over to the annoying nice ‘neighbor’ of mine.
“Hey there stranger what brings you to my humble abode.” I sat up, clearing my skirt of any residue.
“Nothing…just came here to say how much cooler my rooms theme was compared to yours.” He stuck out his tongue before pulling on my awesome handmade space ships.
“Seriously! What kid doesn’t like space ships? SPACE SHIPS!” I exaggerated before throwing
Sleeping positions (RomaniaXReader)Blearily you blinked your eyes open, the familiar warm feeling as always present. Glancing down you confirmed what you’d suspected. Vladimir breathed out softly, his hair ruffled up completely and several curls sticking out from it.
He tightened his arms around you, snuggling his face deeper into your chest. Blushing slightly, you stroked his hair, attempting to at least straighten out some of it. You always seemed to end up in this position, no matter how you’d started the night before.
It didn’t seem that comfortable to you; his head was nowhere near his cushion and he was practically buried underneath the cover.
It was an adorable habit of his though, one you weren’t going to break anytime soon. As your musing continued, you smiled at him and due to his sleeping face you guessed he was still deeply in dreamland.
Well you were wrong.
“Ouch!” You squeaked, glaring down at the Romanian. “What was that for?”
He carried on nibbling on your
RomaniaxReader~Sustenance Pact~Ch 17Sustenance Part ~Ch 17~
A single tear began to trickle down your cheek. You didn't know why you were sad, but after hearing everything that Vladimir had just explained to you, you felt a deep sadness emerge from your heart.
Your soul mate lowered his head in guilt. "I'm sorry, _________," he murmured. "I was selfish. I…I didn't think it would become like this."
"That man…" you whispered. "That man in the dungeon said I knew Eliza and that she was my friend. But why can't I remember her? Vlad, what happened to me?"
Vladimir could only look away. You could tell he was definitely hesitant about explaining everything in detail.
"__________ just forget about it," he finally said. "It's nothing you need to worry about. You've got me, after all."
You shook your head. "There's more to it than you're saying. I know that." You cupped your hands around Vladimir's face. "Vlad, why is it so important that you can't tell me what happened to me?"
"Because…" your soul mate sighed. "I'm afraid I
Romania x Reader: Keeping Our Promises~*Romania's P.O.V.*~
The smiles on our faces soon turned into bright blushes as our little sweet reunion moment was shattered to smithereens by the other attending nations in the meeting.
Germany was the one to start it all by clearing his throat and ask what our relationship was, but I never got a chance to answer before things got out hands. Bulgaria and Moldova came up to me and asked why I never told them about [Name], and for how long I had been seeing her.
I sighed as it seemed everyone seemed to forget that she was a new country, meaning that no one really should have been able to have known her for that long. I was an exception, though I didn't say that out loud.
That damn Hungary went up to the [Name] and told her that she should be wary of me, as I was not to be trusted. That made me mad and I unconsciously grinded my teeth at the Hungarian, frying pan wielding, woman.
'I could say the same for you, damn woman!' I thought bitterly.
[Name] shook her head and told
Presentation Day (Romania x Reader)“This is awful,” Romania mutters.
You agree. In fact, most of the class probably agrees, but you just nod silently. You’re watching fellow students’ presentations about WWI and II, and to be frank: they all suck. The PowerPoints themselves have dreadful layouts full of large blocks of ugly text, which are read by the presenters in monotonous tones, whose beautiful backs are all we see of them. It’s bad.
“I mean, even if I didn’t know all this already and especially that I do-”
“Shh.” You cover his mouth with a finger and lay your head on his shoulder. The tactic works as planned; he keeps the criticism to himself, and even begins to purr softly. This attention attracts a nasty frown from the teacher. You just roll your eyes, but Romania turns and glowers fiercely back - a look that could stop a charging tiger in its tracks – causing the professor to look away. Having a crimson-eyed vampire looking at you like you’r
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