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.
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