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
Back Off! Bully!2p!CanadaXReader"Hey! Four eyes!"
You flinched at the nickname but you grit your teeth and tightened your hold on your books, determined not to look at him. Grin and bear it, as your mother used to say.
"Hey, four eyes! I'm talking to you!"
God, why couldn't he just leave you alone?! You saw all the girls in your class fangirl over that jerk, though you didn't understand why at all. Sure, he was Canadian, but what differance did that make?
God, how you hated him. You hated that stupid, shit eating grin of his, that stupid Canadian accent, and his stupid I'm better than you attitude. To top it all off, he felt the need to bully you constantly and remind you why you were part of the unpopular crowd. Oh yes, you loathed him, and you were starting to get sick of his bullshit.
You felt a hand slam down on your shoulder and you whipped around, your patience wearing thin. Sure enough, you came face-to-face with jock Matthew Williams and his usual goddamn grin, long blond hair pulled back into a messy ponytai
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.