Obsession 2p!EnglandXReaderHe walked through the crowded streets, his footsteps light, the bright sunlight shinning down on his strawberry blond hair. He stopped for a moment, his bright blue eyes scanning the area, though it was hardly necissarry; he could have walked there with his eyes shut, he knew the way so well.
His blue orbs rested on a small, comfy looking cafe that just seemed to make everything look a little brighter. He smiled, but it wasn't his usual crazed, sadistic smile he had plastered to his face whenever he played his game of cat and mouse; it was a true, genuine smile of happiness.
He walked over to the cafe and opened the door, inviting himself inside. It was rather cozy and warm, the smell of freshly baked bread in the air. He paused to deeply inhale the delicious smell; although he prefered cupcakes, the bread did smell rather tasty.
A small bell rung when he stepped inside, alerting you to his presence. A wide grin spread across your face. "Hello, Artie!" Of course you knew his name; the
Bloody Days 2p!ItalyXReaderYou looked into the blood red eyes of the insane man who wore Italy's face, trembling like a leaf as shivers of horror ran up and down your spine. As you slowly backed away, eventually hitting the wall, you thought back to the events that transpired before today, and you couldn't believe you didn't see this coming.
You rapped your knuckles against the door of your Italian friend's house, sniffling. Right now you needed to pour your heart out to someone and who better than sweet, comforting Italy?
The door flew open, revealing a handsome, grinning Italian. "Hola, Bella ___!" His smile quickly faded, though, when he noticed how red and puffy your eyes were. "What's wrong?"
That did it. "Oh, Italy!" You wailed, throwing yourself at the stunned Italian.
He caught you skillfully, surprise lighting up his face. He held you for a moment before finally saying something. "What's the matter?"
"He-He broke up with me." You were, of course, refering to your ex boyfriend; th
Jealous Blood Dark!Child!RussiaXReaderYou found him standing alone in the snow, the cold winter wind blowing his platinum blond hair out of his face, his deep purple eyes distant and cold. He was an odd one, that boy. He looked around six, but he was all alone.
You thought he was lost and, being the helpful person that you are, decided to see if you could help. You cautiously approached the boy, almost afraid you'd spook him if you moved too quickly "Excuse me?"
The boy turned to look at you, his vibrant eyes meeting yours. "Da?"
You bent down to his level, smiling kindly. "You look lost. Do you know where your mommy is?"
He looked at the ground, gripping his large scarf with his meaty little kid hands tightly. "I do not having a family. All I having is the snow."
You felt a pang of pity for the lost child. "Well, would you like to come live with me?"
He looked up at you, his eyes wide. "Really?!"
The hopeful look in his eyes almost hurt to look at, but you continued to smile. "Da!" You stood up and took his small hand in
Your eyes flew open as you sat up, looking around wildly. It sounds like the crash came from downstairs. A burglar?
With a sigh, you swung your legs over the bed, shivering when your bare feet touched the cold wooden floor. You creeped over to the stairs slowly, careful not to make any noise, and slowly tiptoed down the stairs.
What was that sound? You tried not to worry about it as you slowly and quietly continued to go down the stairs.
You tried to ignore it, but the sound just kept getting louder and louder and it was really starting to creep you out. You almost jumped when you heard a cruel chuckle in the kitchen. "Don't bother hiding, poppet, I can hear your heartbeat all the way from here."
So that's what that was! You silently cursed yourself as you stepped into the kitchen, fists curled into a ball as you prepared to fight whoever was in there. The only light was from the moonlight shining faintly from the window.
All Mine 2p!AmericaXReaderThe blond American walked quickly to the world meeting, a smile plastered to his face. He'd been waiting forever for the world meeting to come, for one reason and one reason only. You.
You see, the American had a huge crush on you, but then again, why wouldn't he? You were super fricken' cool! You loved to play video games and eat hamburgers, and you were really nice and really cute and the list just went on and on.
He then spotted you and his heart rate and pace quickened. He ran at you, hugging you with such ferocity that the two of you fell to the ground, America on top. "Hey, dude!" He exclaimed cheerfully, flashing you his trademark idiotic grin.
You couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm; he really was something else. "Hey, America."
The blond got off you and helped you to your feet, grinning broadly. "Hey, we'd better get to the world meeting!" Before you could say anything, he grabbed your hand and ran to the world meeting room.
You chuckled softly to yourself; he was so cut
Prussia x Romano ~An Outing of Sorts~Gilbert Beilschmidt cursed. It wasn’t his fault the Vargas brothers looked alike. How had this happened, again? He batted the question away. He was better than this. He would suck up whatever embarrassment everyone thought he put on himself and rise above the snickering. Yeah. He would show them. He was more awesome than them.
Besides, if things went well, he could use this chance to—
“I thought you were going to take me out to someplace nice, albino rat!”
Ah, Feliciano’s older brother. He was always something of a hothead. It wasn’t that he was a threat—quite the opposite. He couldn’t hold his own in a fight. The only real arsenal he had up his sleeves was his pot-mouth of a tongue and lexicon of swear words up the alley. To this day, Gilbert was still unsure of how Antonio put up with him all these years.
“Ja, I did tell you I’m taking you somewhere nice,” he smirked. “It’ll be so awesome that you
Germany x ReaderGermany patted your shoulder. "Good job today, __________," he said.
You looked up at him and grinned, trying not to breathe hard. "That? Nah..... That was nothing," you laughed lightly.
He nodded and proceeded to walk away.
As soon as he was out of sight, you collapsed on the ground, gasping. You were out of breath, sweaty and tired. That was the worst work out of your life. The only good part was...... You blushed lightly and tried to shake your thoughts from Germany's nice posterior.
You got up ten minutes later, heading for the showers. You did not want to be walking around the rest of the day with dried sweat on yourself, even if it did mean showering in a public shower.
As you were about to head in, you saw Germany heading out of the men's. His hair was still dripping wet and his tank and shorts clung to his body. You couldn't help but stare.
Germany looked over and saw you staring. He wondered what you could be staring at. He looked behind him but saw nothing. Was ________ stari
Italy x Reader - Wait...............NO PASTA!?You skipped over to the Vargas' household. You had gotten an odd phone call from Feli, one of your best friends. He had asked you to come over and cook him something to eat. You were confused on why Lovi, your other best friend and Feli's twin brother, hadn't cooked him anything, or why Feli hadn't cooked anything himself. You rang their doorbell and a white face Lovino opened the door frantically.
"_____!! Thank god you are here!! Something is terribly wrong with Feliciano!!" he cried worriedly. You shushed him and asked what was wrong.
"What's wrong?! WHAT'S WRONG!? What's wrong is that Feli didn't ask me to cook him pasta when he was hungry!" you gasped at what Lovi revealed.
"What did he ask for?" you asked cautiously. Lovi's face fell.
"H-he a-asked f-for a p-pa-panini!!" he cried and burst into tears.
"_____, I don't know what's wrong with him!! He doesn't act sick, he acts normal, except for his taste in food!!" he sobbed.
Dreamtalia TheoryI was just looking up pictures of Finland, so I decided to see what his real tarot card would look like.
And no, not his game created one, I'm talking about the Tarot Cards played by the French (hence why France says those cards were his), as well as used for divinitation.
So, I look up to find all the Tarot Cards, 0 - 21. Now, here's where my theory for the Arcanas will be. In the game with the Tarot Cards, there's 22 cards in total, beginning with "The Fool" and endig with "The World". Now, before I go on, I'll tell you that these are "Major Arcanas", and why am I saying this? It's because you may end up looking at the "Minor Arcanas".
You can see that World is there, being the last one, the card is described as "The end of the cycle of life" and to "Begin back at The Fool". World is number 21. Though, being at the end, he is concidered as the "highest card", though, it can be different if "The Fool" was number 22, making World second to last, practically just under the "highest", he