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
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