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Spidey Bastard (Romano x Reader) by ~Smile-Through-Pain

Morning Routines (PrussiaxReader)Morning Routines
PrussiaxReader

You woke up, not very surprised to find yourself in the same position as always. You were laying on your stomach, arms folded under your cheek, with the heavy weight of your boyfriend’s head on your lower back. His soft, white hair tickled the bare skin where your shirt that you had stolen from him had ridden up a bit, and one of his hands was slid under that shirt to embrace your stomach. The other held your hip and when he woke up a few moments after you he rubbed soft circles into the flesh of your back, pressing a gentle kiss to the bare skin.

“Guten Morgen, Liebling,” he murmured intoMorning Routines (PrussiaxReader) by ~vengefulamber

ItalyxReader: Notebook Entries“Ve . . . W-where’s Bella?”

Feliciano Vargas walked around the school looking for (Name). It was after school and she suddenly disappeared into thin air. He was a little worried about that, since it’s been happening a little more often recently. But Feliciano was more worried that she wasn’t telling him about it.

He looked around, seeing the people in the halls, but not (Name). He looked in the library and finally found her sitting at a table, scribbling into that notebook. “Ciao, Bella~!”

“Eh . . .?” (Name) looked up, and closed the notebook in a flash. “Hi, Feliciano, how are yItalyxReader: Notebook Entries by ~mamoru14

Someone Who Makes Me Smile~ LovinoxReader

You were sitting on the bus, listening to your mp3 player and staring outside, but not at anything particular. Today was a beautiful winter day, which was something unusual for you to think -since you generally hated the cold- but today was also unusually warm and the sun was shining. You were happily and peacefully humming along to the song you were listening until-

“Hey, idiota, move over,” a familiar voice said as he poked your head.

Surprised, you quickly glanced at the person who invaded your daydreaming and pouted. It was Lovi, and he didn’t seem like he was going to sit anywhere else. You sighed and scooted over nexSomeone Who Makes Me Smile~ LovinoxReader by ~pikachuart

America X Reader: Memory Loss CH 15

America sighed as he absently drummed his fingers against the smooth wooden table, his elbow resting on the rim and his chin resting in the palm of his hand as his gaze wandered around the room, frequently shifting up to the clock. He just had to arrive early to the meeting, didn't he? Well, he was totally exhausted by the time he arrived, and he figured he would've been able to get some sleep, but that hadn't happened, and so he just sat there, by himself, the only person in the room, bored out of his head.

If only there was some kind of a café in the building...

America groaned before he let out a yawn and pressed his cheek against the coAmerica X Reader: Memory Loss CH 15 by =x-Pasta-Chan-x

EnglandxReader: Train Rides Before the Deathbed“I suggest you go out and enjoy it. I’m sorry, miss, there’s nothing more we can do for you. You have approximately twenty four hours left until your brain shuts down. Perhaps you would like to try and spend it with your loved ones, or your family? We’ve tried everything we can do. I have no idea how I could apologise more.”

It’s funny, really.

You don’t cry.

You don’t pray for life to give you another day.

You don’t even feel all that sad, or scared.

Just...

Numb.

You stand outside the doctor’s office, with about twenty three hours and thirty minutes left to live. You have noEnglandxReader: Train Rides Before the Deathbed by =sockseevil

Thank God It's Christmas (2P!EnglandxReader) by ~Smokewhisper

Kissing You to the Sound of the Rain-Reader Insert by *AnimeHurpDaDurp

Your Guardian Angel :FranceXReader:"I hate the way they talk about you." (Name) locked eyes with the Frenchman, her gaze unwavering and fixated completely on him. "I hate the way they look at you. They don't know you like I know you. They all just need to learn their place and shut up. Why don't you ever tell them off, Francis?"

Francis Bonnefois merely smiled softly and shrugged, his crystalline blue eyes not quite looking into the (h/c) haired young woman's own (e/c) ones.

"Because I do not see the need to, mon amour. I don't exactly mind, you see. Let them think what they want. As long as I have you, everything is perfectly fine to me."

(Name) petulantly crossed her armsYour Guardian Angel :FranceXReader: by *PrussianPersephone

ScotlandxReader: Chicken "Name your game Iain."

"Chicken."

"Terms."

The man scanned the area around him, the empty playground in the middle of the night to see an abandoned swing set under the light of a nearby street lamp. He grinned.

"Whoever jumps aff at th' hi'est point wins." Both of you grinned, fire in your eyes as you went over to the swings.

Both of you started pumping your legs back and forth, going higher and higher. The only think running through your minds was to beat the other and do so with pride. Iain was about two yards high when he jumped off, knowing you couldn't stand the height you were at.

Looking down at the ground, you coulScotlandxReader: Chicken by ~mikmik121

Accents :ItalyXReader:"Veh~ I'll be right over, (name)! Give-a me ten minutes! Ciao!"

Your lips spread into a pleased smile as you hung up the phone, gazing around your kitchen with hope. It was well known throughout your circle of friends that cooking and you had a love-hate relationship—food loved to burn under your not-so-watchful eyes, and you hated every notion of having to prepare meals for someone other than yourself.

However, today would be different. A good friend of yours had promised to come over in an attempt to assist you concoct the easiest of dishes (or so he proclaimed) in the world—pasta.

You weren't that surprised, considering it wAccents :ItalyXReader: by *PrussianPersephone

Scotland x Reader ~Ashen Fell~ Final~Ashen Fell~Final

Thank goodness you decided to take those reading lessons instead of sewing. Ever since Allistor was placed in charge of the Kirklands' factory management, he was running back and forth without an ounce of rest. There were times when you would hear him get up in the night from the room across from yours and dash outside to his brother's office because he would have an urgent call. Then there were the times when he would return with his energy mentally and physically drained. Dark circles were forming around his eyes, and he wasn't responding to your voice anymore; in fact, he stopped kissing you, even holding you.

It wasn'tScotland x Reader ~Ashen Fell~ Final by *GydroZMaa

ScotlandxReader - Bed SheetIn the midst of a bright winter's morning a young woman stood by her bedroom window, looking at the snowy landscape as if the sight was foreign to her. The wind had a particular bite to it that morning. So chilly was the air that it seeped through her nightdress and diffused into her skin, causing her breathing to deepen from the sudden shock to her body. She shivered a little and ran her hands along her arms in an attempt to warm herself up, but alas it was to no avail. Still though, the morning was particularly spectacular to behold, and she did not wish to go back to bed just yet. The highlands were beautiful this time of year. The sky wasScotlandxReader - Bed Sheet by ~DocileGloom

ScotlandXReaderValentine's day. The Forever Alone holiday is famously known (and hated) by single women. (Name) was no exception. She loathed the holiday. Oh she hated it, but hoped relentlessly that she will have a Valentine this year. Not just anyone, but Iain Kirkland, her neighbor and oh so sexy. He had the darkest red hair color, bright green eyes and the smile that made her melt. Thank goodness he didn't know, or at least she thinks he doesn't know. There are a lot of things Iain does that she doesn't understand. For example, his absolute belief in magical creatures…and Nessie, she just stared at him like he grew another head but couldn't help buScotlandXReader by ~violentluck

ScotlandxReader - About Those Kilts...As you knocked on Arthur's front door, you were sincerely hoping to see Iain there, today.

Iain being Arthur's older brother, of course. The guy with the bright green eyes, his accent, his boisterous sense of humour and just...him. Unfff – would not be sufficient.

It was safe to say that you had more than a crush on your friend's older brother, but there was no way you were going to tell Arthur that anytime soon, of course. Not only did Arthur dislike his brother, but seemed to be on some sort of...patrol to keep both of you apart. When you'd asked him why, he'd simply replied that he didn't 'trust' his brother.

So much for brotherly ScotlandxReader - About Those Kilts... by *what-the-crapola

Scottish Stereotypes..

Alistair Kirkland, let out a huge breath of smoke, as he peered down over the couch arm to see his friend (your name) flipping open a laptop screen.

“What are ye doin'?” he asked, his thick accent made her want to swoon.

“I want to ask you some questions.” she answered, hoping her friend would agree instead of finding a bypass to avoid it.

“Fine then.” he grumbled. “But be quick.”

By then, (your name) was already on the apparent 'site' and began to scroll down the page.

“Is is true that Scottish are all gingers?”

Alistair looked to the top of his head to see a little glimpsScottish Stereotypes.. by ~1meh8

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England x Reader: Christmas Gifts and NeedleworkSaying you were “worse for wear” was a bit of an understatement.
Large, purple bags hung under your dull (e/c) eyes; the mark from early mornings and late nights. Your once-tame (h/c) hair was mangled, having not been brushed in days. Your clothes were crumpled and wrinkled; you hadn’t changed out of your pajamas in days. Your hands shook as you poked the needle through the fabric, pulling it through and repeating with the hole diagonally across from it. You yawned loudly. You wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep for another year, but you had to get this done. Christmas was tomorrow.
Yes, the date was the twenty-fouEngland x Reader: Christmas Gifts and Needlework by ~Anonymous-Lizard

ScotlandxReader Love and Hate Relationship by ~hetaliallover101

ScotlandxReader::Cliche Mistletoe Romance by ~SnazzyWriter

ScotlandXReader - Beer    "Allistor, how many beers have you had?"
    "I thought *hic* ye was keepin' track!"
    "You're drunk, so stop drinking."
    "I'm bloody fine, lass!"
    "Five minutes, before you pass out."
    "What ye say?"
    "Nothing."
    "Give me a another beer, would ye?"
    "Four minutes."
    "Are ye *hic* listening to me?"
    "No more beers, Allistor."
    "Why not?!"
    "Unless you want me to cut your tongue out, burn it, and then take all of the beer out of the house and give it to Ireland. Then . . STOP. DRINKING."
    "Ye ain't giving that wanker nothing!"
    "Try me."
    "I will, ye bloody woman. . "
    "One minute."
    "I *hic* swear that you've *hic* been on my case all night."
ScotlandXReader - Beer by ~MissKensi

ScotlandxReader for Timantha1371"__(f/n)__ __(l/n)__, you are in SO much trouble!" a playful Allistor Kirkland yelled out, while chasing you -his giggling girlfriend of the same age- up his basement stairs, through the empty kitchen, then up the stairs and into your bedroom. It was there that he tackled you onto your bed and pinned you down.

"You need to be punished," He cackled evilly.

"No, Allistor, don't!" You cried out, then started laughing hysterically as he tickled you mercilessly. You started flailing in exasperation, unable to breathe because of the laughing fit your boyfriend caused you.

"Well," Allistor began as he started tickling your stomach, which started ScotlandxReader for Timantha1371 by ~xXSolariaXx

Scotland x ReaderRequested by DarknessOnMyEyes
Warning for some language.
Enjoy!

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Ding-dong! ……………. Ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong!

Tapping your foot impatiently, you were about to punch the doorbell a few more times when the door was finally wrenched open. “Bloody hell, _____! Calm down, you only had to ring once-” “Sorry ‘bout that, Arthur, but I’m in a rush,” you pushed past him, shoving a bag of freshly made scones into his arms and depositing your coat on the couch. “Now where is Allistor? He hasn’t been returnScotland x Reader by ~chibis-go-RAWR

NordicsxChild!Reader: Home Noises coming from downstairs awoke you from your peaceful sleep. With the smallest amount of hope, you got out of your bed and slipped silently out of the room, trying not to wake up any of the other girls asleep.

Soundlessly, you walked down the dark hallways, creeping past the owner's bedroom door and going to the stairs to look down at who was in the large building. Down below, by the 6 foot tall tree stood Santa. But something was off.

He wore the outfit Santa was depicted but without the jolly belly or the rosy cheeks. Rather, it was a younger male with blond hair holding the sack full of presents and putting them under the treeNordicsxChild!Reader: Home by ~mikmik121

ItalyxReader: I'm Sorry "Italy!!!" You screamed at the top of your lungs, watching as he was lashed out against, his face being struck by Russia and his pipe. His nose was bleeding and his right eye was swollen shut.

England pushed your arms against your back, twisting them more and sending a painful scream out of your body. "_-__________..." Italy spoke weakly, looking over towards you with saddened copper eyes. "I-I'm sorry-"

America yanked Italy back up on his knees, letting Russia give him a few more hits before letting him drop to the ground. England released you and you slowly crawled to his side, brushing his face gently, your tears blotching on his pItalyxReader: I'm Sorry by ~mikmik121

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