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Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 2
You sat by yourself in the far corner of the cafeteria at an empty lunch table, absently drumming your fingers against its surface with your chin in your hand, your stomach giving off loud, impatient growls every few seconds. How you wished you had your lunch money with you at that moment and would have been able to buy at least something to keep you from being as hungry as you were now. If you had known that something like the previous incident with Gilbert was going to happen, you would have at least brought your own lunch, even if you would've risked him getting angry at the fact that you didn’t have any money.

You lifted your gaze,
2p!America x Bullied!Reader: Unexpected
Alfred stared at the computer screen with a not so amused expression. It was another photo his friend Oliver had taken with his "Oh so perfect family" he had. Well, that's what the cupcake freak call's his family. He glanced a the almost mirror imagine son Oliver had. Except his son had the eyes of his mother. A disgust tone trickled from brunette's throat and closed the window. He could take anymore of this cutesy shit. But somehow he was slightly envious of what Oliver had. A beautiful wife, a good home, a decent job, a smiling son.

Years ago this would make the American's head turn away and sneer at the thought, but now. Being older, he f
Happy Birthday Norway! [Sick!Norway x Reader]
Lucky Stars [Sick!Norway x Reader]

    Today was the Norwegian man's birthday, and he wasn't in top condition to celebrate it fully.

    You frowned, a bit unhappy that your friend would have to be confined to his room on his special day. An unexpected cold had ambushed him, and you felt like it was your duty to pay him a visit, just to see of he was doing alright.

    That's why you were standing on the doorstep of the Nordics' house, leaning slightly on the heels on your feet, waiting for someone to welcome you in.

    You were met with Finland, who was also one of your friends. He welcomed you in, in full knowledge on the reason fo
You only have one shot (Mafia!RomanoXReader)Lovino growled, snapping his foot in irritation against the hard concrete of the garage. He sent another scowl at the shiny silver watch strapped to his wrist, his glare deepening. Where the hell were you?! You were never this late! Another growl left him as he started pacing up and down the wide, open space of the base.

Most of his men watched him nervously, knowing exactly what could happen when he was in such an agitated state. They’d seen enough bloodied noses and broken teeth to know it was wise for them to keep their mouths shut. Only the boss’s brother seemed oblivious to his anger, humming happily as he played with a tabb
America x Country!Reader Take Me Instead
Take Me Instead
America x Country! Reader

I stood on the balcony of my hotel room looking out in the nightlife of the busy streets of New York. I came here often to unwind a bit and enjoy the city life. People think I’m crazy for coming to New York only to relax, but there’s something about this place that puts my mind to ease. It’s 1:30 a.m. and I’m still having one of those insomnia episodes, for some reason I haven’t been having good sleep. I’ve thinking about her too much.

She has been invading my mind when I try to get some peaceful slumber. I try to get her image out of my head, but she seems to al
JapanxMermaid!ReaderJapanxMermaid!Reader

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Kiku's hands shook as he lifted the worn wooden bucket. The precious sea water within sloshed over the sides, a few drops splattering the scuffed stone beneath his tabi socks.

It wasn't his first time preforming this duty. He had preformed the ritual countless number of times, but each time he had had his fathers critical gaze to steady his hands.

Now, however, he was alone, frightened of messing up, unsure if he would preform it correctly.

If he messed up, it would be on his head and at a terrible price, The secret his entire village strove to protect would be rui
(2P!EnglandxReader) The Brownie2P!EnglandxReader

The Brownie

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For most people cleaning is a job that is preformed quickly. A duty that is a boring necessity. For others, cleaning is a habit, something that is done at the end of every day.

For you, cleaning was nothing, mainly because you never had to. Not anymore.

Not since a Brownie had decided to make it's home in your walls.

At first you had thought that the tiny scratching noises and low chattering in the walls was a mouse. But then you noticed the small changes in your house.

Clothing you had left on the floor was suddenly clean and neatly folded on your dresser. Dishe
Prince!England x Servant!Reader - Forbidden Love‘Another mundane day in the kingdom.’, thought the British prince.  He stared idly at the grand walls of the palace. He thought the day couldn’t get any duller. Then suddenly his father, the king, entered the room. “There you are, Arthur! I have been looking for you everywhere.”, the king said in a jovial tone. Arthur sighed. “What is it father?”, Arthur questioned his cheerful father. “The new servants arrive at the kingdom today.”, his father informed his son.

The prince sighed. The kingdom always got servants every few months, so this was yet another uneventful day. A messenger then en
Sweet Devil!AmericaxReader - You Will Be Mine
She moved in to the house next door
Said she'd never been in love before
Tried the best she could to hide herself away

The sun was setting over the horizon behind tall buildings, but still making a beautiful twilight scene for anyone to watch.  Little birds and other critters were scurrying around the small park getting ready to settle in for the night and anyone who was still there was slowly leaving towards their destination.

But not for one being.  He was waiting and watching for something.
A pair of crystal blue eyes were keeping a sharp focus on a certain object that had caught his attention numerous times for the past few months.  His
RomanoxReader - Pasta Apologies“Fratello, I want you to meet my new friend!”

Feliciano bounded into the house, interrupting Lovino in his peaceful nap time. He didn’t want to meet any more of his brother’s friends. He didn’t like them, but he couldn’t just get rid of them. What was sad, is him brother chose his friends more than family.

“I don’t want to meet your friends, you bastard.” Lovino growled and sat up, turning his glare to his brother. Behind the saddened Italian, was a pouting woman, (e/c) eyes bright and watery. She pushed a lock of (h/c) hair behind her ear and fingered Feliciano’s sleeve.

Lovino&r
Commission - Germany x Reader : FatherhoodLudwig just stared at the little white stick that had changed his life forever. His beloved [Name] was pregnant ... and he wasn't sure if he was even ready to become a father. He had no idea who to turn to for advice. He couldn't ask Feliciano, because he would just squeal and tell everyone about the baby ... Ludwig couldn't ask Kiku, because he didn't like being touched ... and Ludwig couldn't ask his older brother Gilbert because he was a douche and ran away from marriage at every given opportunity. So what was Ludwig supposed to do?
"West? ... Hey, West!"
Gilbert managed to snap Ludwig out of his thoughts, which on this occasion was a good
~Your Guardian Angel~ Romano x Reader One Shot
"Romano! Where are you?" You called, pounding on his door.
"Hmm. That's strange. He normally answers." You pressed your ear to the door and heard the faint sound of a guitar. You knew he was home now so you tried the door. It was unlocked, and after mentally face palming yourself, you went inside. You crept up the stairs so that he wouldn't hear you and listened outside the door.
Romano had a been trying to start a band for a while and he'd been writing a lot of music lately. You loved that he always asked for your opinion and just the sheer fact that you got to spend more time with him was just an added bonus. See, you'd had a major crush on the outspoken Italian for quite some time. Most of your friends couldn't see past his bad boy attitude, because deep down, he had a soft side. You'd seen it. He rarely showed it of course, but when you did see it, it was like a treat for you. You'd hoped that eventually you'd be able to break his shell and with
DenmarkxReader - Inner Ninja
"GOLDFISH!" Mathias slammed his row of cards onto the wooden table and perfected a little victory dance, which included shaking his booty in front of your face. You repulsively pushed him away and slammed your own cards down in frustration.

"This game sucks! You keep winning each and every time, bastard!" You jabbed your finger into his chest.

"Aw, you jealous of my amazing card playing skills?" He cocked his head to the side and showed off his movie star grin. Growling, you crossed your arms over your chest and pouted.

"No, it's just a stupid game." He laughed and swung his arm over your shoulders.

"Hey, I know something that might cheer
AwesomeTrioXWaitress!Reader You're Too Awesome
AwesomeTrioXReader

It was an average night for (Name). She returned from her part-time job at the local McDonald's, only to get ready for her job as a waitress at the local bar.

She sighed. Having to deal with annoying costumers, screaming kids, and low pay was more than enough to drive someone mad. The only thing that made it all bearable was that her best friends came to visit her at work most everyday.

Alfred F. Jones, Gilbert Beilschmidt, and Mathias Køhler. The three obnoxious, loud, fun loving goofballs where the best friends that (Name) could ever ask for. Each of them was able to be quick with a joke to cheer her up, their a
Hetalia x Depressed! Abused! Maid! Reader - p6p6

-----4 Month Time Skip-------

Everything was going well with you staying at the Nordic's home. America, and Prussia came over to see Denmark a lot. Apparently they were called the Awesome Trio.

It was a cold winter evening when the trio got together. The other Nordic's went shopping for some time and since you weren't feeling the greatest, you stayed behind.

It wasn't until the trio began drinking, did a problem arise.

You heard a loud bang from your bedroom. You rushed downstairs in a baggy sweat shirt and a pair of pj shorts.

Denmark had America pinned against the wall. They growled at each other menacingly. Prussia stood there, gl
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