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Honey Buns (America x Reader)Okay I got this idea while watching South Pacific~
You looked up at the bored for your voice class telling info that you would need to know for the week. It said that you were working in partners for a show that you were required to be in. There was a list of who your partners were, 'hmmm lets here' you think as you skim through the list looking for your name. Your finger runs through the list of names and you found yours near the bottom, you quickly look across and see the name 'Alfred Jones'.
Your heart skipped a beat. You were with the cutest and most popular guy in you entire class. You were happy yet worried for two reasons, one because the other girls might hate you for being with him, and two because he isn't the type of person to get much work done. you walk into the class room and feel glares from almost every girl in your class. You walk up to Alfred who was annoying Arthur and you tap his shoulder.
"Alfred, we are partners, we need to pick a song." You tell him.
"I don't car
Ooh Baby Baby~: Singer!America X Dancer!Reader
(( This Is My First Time Writing This So Enjoy~! ^ ^; ))
You sighed, tonight was the big night. You sat still in the V.I.P chair that very few people of the staff had the luxury to sit in. Looking in the mirror you thought to yourself 'this is so crazy...' as your assistant did your hair trying to make it look good as possible without it having a chance to get messed up during your performance. Yup, you were indeed the most well known dancer in the nation, no, actually the best and most loved dancer in the world. But you were no where near famous as your life long friend, Alfred F. Jones. He was the greatest star of all time. And tonight, was the opening act for his first world tour. Once your assistant finished styling your (h/l) (h/c) hair, she sighed in content and spoke up "Miss ______, your hair is done" she smiled faintly. You looked in the mirror more closely, "Awesome, thanks!" you turned around and flashed her a big smile, happy with your sty
England X Reader - One shot!You sighed in annoyance as the World Meeting went from talking to beating the hell out of the closest country your next to.
This continued until Germany (like usual) finally snapped and yelled at everyone. You gave a smug grin and nodded as Germany explained what you were all supposed to actually do at a World Meeting.
As the meeting drawled on, it finally finished with a laughing, but obviously ignored, America. You stood from your seat collecting your papers and walking towards the door. As you walked you were stopped by a hand on your shoulder, and you looked over your shoulder, only to grimace as the (you:stupid Me:....) face of France came into your view.
You sighed and shrugged his shoulder off.
"What do you want?(you:stupid~ Me:..stop)" you asked in annoyance as you started to walk again, the male following you, chuckling his weird chuckle under his breath, his arm wrapping itself around your shoulder.
"Oh nothing, amoure," you cringed at how he purred that,"I was
Parent! England x Parent! Reader - The Rebel (5)
Alfred was cut off by the sound of precious china, vases and porcelain breaking downstairs. The boy started shaking and hurriedly snuggled into your shirt. You automatically put your arms around the small nation and whispered comforting words.
-Sssshh, Alfie...It's fine, really... You repeated, but both of you clearly knew these were empty words. Even you were afraid of what was going downstairs.
Then a very angered voice sounded from outside of the house. You looked out of the window to see a tall, blonde man with turquoise eyes and a small girl in his arms, who looked like his clone, except from the blue ribbon in her hair.
You opened the window and shrieked in terror as the man took out a giant gun ((A/N: An AK47 will do >.> Sorry, I'm a weapon maniac...Too much CoD and Fallout >.>)) and pointed it to the living room's window.
You felt it like a maze. Running downstairs with Alfred in your hands, pushing Arthur out of the room, anywhere safe, running, outside, to th
Germany x Reader: Prom Kidnapping, pt. 1"Come on, _______, you know you want to. . ." Your best friend, Megan (Yes, I always put her in. Sorry if it annoys.) , said, pounding on the door of your room. You growled in annoyance, turning up the volume on the radio and TV. You continued to play a Pokémon game.
Momentaraliy forgetting your frantic friend, you screamed in desperation, "GO DRAGONAIR!!"
"I HEARD THAT ______!! COME ON!! YOU NEED TO GET OFF THE POKEMON NO MATTER HOW HOT ASH IS AND COME WITH ME!!" Megan banged on the door. "URGH!! DON'T MAKE ME GET YAO OR VASH OR LUDWIG OR ANYONE ELSE TO BREAK DOWN THIS FREAKING DOOR!!!!"
"YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!!"
"That can freaking be arranged unless you open this freaking door." You heard Megan's deadly voice even with the TV and radio blaring at full volume.
You turned the radio off and turned down the TV. "Megan. I'll never go to the prom" yes, the prom "because no one asked me." You sniffed and ate more creamy ice cream. You were in denial, y
EnglandxReader PantyYou were walking around the school mining you own business.
It was the break time, the break time is only ends in 2 hours. Great huh?
But if it your school has breaks in 2 hours that mean school ends in 6 p.m
But least you could do some fun stuff at school.
"Hey, [y/n]" Arthur yelled. You didn't like him.
He always would bully you or tease you.
"AH! Uh . Um. H-here is my money here take it" you handed to him trying to not make eye contract with him.
"Um " you look at him he has a ' Idk if I should kill you or make fun of you' face.
"P-please don't bully me just take my money" you throw your money at him.
"Don't throw money at me. I AM NOT A STRIPPER YOU GITS" Arthur yelled.
You just squeak a bit.
"I came here to tell you, would you like to go o-on a-a a d-d-date w-w-w-ith me ." he said blushing.
"Huh?" "Look I want to go to a date with you, if you don't want to. Then great It not like I want to anyway" Arthur said.
"Um .. S-sorry I don't
RomanoxReader ~ Closets
Giggling madly to yourself, you pressed your ear close to the closet door as you listened for Romano's footsteps. You had an evil plan. You, quite literally, would come out of the closet - naked.
You gave a sudden start as you heard the door open, and the squeak it always made as it swung shut. Footsteps walked to the bathroom. After about five minutes, they walked out and presumably to the middle of the room.
"SURPRISE, 'MANO!" you screamed hysterically as you forced the doors apart and jumped through
to answer to Ludwig.
For a few seconds, you did not register what had happened. Then you realized, you were naked.
"AHH! YOU PERVERTED GERMAN CREEP! DON'T LOOK AT ME!" you squealed angrily, trying in vain to cover up. (Sort of like an angry piglet, if that helps you visualise the scene better.)
"O-Okay!" Ludwig covered his eyes as you snatched open the bathroom door and took the towel hanging on the back of it and wrapped it round yourself - in 2 seconds flat. (Practice
Parent! England x Parent! Reader - The Rebel (2)
You gasped and swiftly turned around to face the now destroyed doors to your apartment and blinked at two men looking at you angrily.
You happened to be standing in the small kitchen, just in front of the entrance to the apartment, and making burgers as the small Alfred slept in one of those 'ergonomic baby carriers' that you bought for him, since he refused to leave your side. You held a wooden spoon in one hand and supported the carrier that lay on your belly with your other hand as Alfred quietly dozed off.
You blinked as the two men stormed closer to you and grabbed your wrists.
A man with wavy, shoulder blonde hair and blue eyes shook your right wrist.
-Who gave you permission to take New Land away, Georgia?! He shouted in a heavy French accent and you felt the other man let go of your left wrist, plastering his hand to the other's mouth as Alfred shifted in his sleep.
-Shut it, you bloody wanker. He hissed to the French man. He turned to look
PrussiaXReader- Merry AWEZOME Christmas"YO! ALFRED OPEN UP!" I yelled, smacking on the window pane of his front door with the heel of my palm. Gilbert, Francis, Toni and I were freezing our international asses off out here, and Alfred was throwing a party, but he had locked the fucking door!
"Hey dudes! What's up?" Alfred laughed, swinging his door open.
"Move the fuck over it's fucking freezing!" I snapped, Alfred just laughed and moved out of the way, making room for me and my three companions to trudge into the loud, unnecessarily huge, true American dream home.
"So dudes just like, put your presents under the tree in the living room, we do the secret santa shit at like 9, so, go have fun till then guys!....and chick."
"Vatever! Come on __________, come get a drink vith zhe awesome me!"
"Uh, sure dude.." I laughed, letting the albino man lead me away to the drinks, not without hearing a bit off France and America.
"Dude, she doesn't know yet?"
"Non, he plans on telling her after presents."
"But it's like, so total
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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