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EnglandxReader- Confessions Part 1

You were sitting under the tree in the school courtyard, reading you favourite book, (insert book name here). You were awaiting the presence of your best friend, Arthur Kirkland, who always met up with you afterschool. He was a caring one; very sweet and gentle. You liked his company, because he always found a way to cheer you up during your worst moments. You waited under the tree for awhile, sitting in hopes that your best friend would show up, but to no avail did he come. You let out a sigh, finally deciding you waited long enough. Swinging your back pack over one shoulder, you quietly stood up to leave, but soon heard your name being cal

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America x Reader - Drinks, Kisses, and Mustaches

Arthur looked back at you, "I still don't see how your water heater could of exploded. Isn't that impossible?" "Dude! I don't understand how you don't understand! Haven't you ever seen Myth Busters?!" Alfred exclaimed next to you, "It's not impossible-" "Just not likely," you finished him. Well surprise, surprise, can't you have a normal day? You know what, I'll go ahead and answer that for you; no you can't. The water heater in your house exploded, leaving a gaping hole in your floor and ceiling. Luckily, though, Alfred and Arthur were letting you stay with them, and were driving you to their house now. "We're here!" yelled Alfred and ju

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EnglandxReader- Confessions Part 1 by AgentCND08, literature

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EnglandxReader- Confessions Part 1

N.ItalyxReader: Dear Pen-Pal 17 by HetaliHero, literature

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N.ItalyxReader: Dear Pen-Pal 17

My first kiss with Feliciano was on that same day, but it wasn't immediately after we finished our relaxing drift on the lake. It was that night before we said goodnight. My parents were off to bed, one in the bedroom and the other on the couch, and my sister was watching television in her room. Feliciano and I were in his room sitting on the air mattress as he worked on his song about life in Italy. He'd ramble some words in Italian and then write them down next to music notes. I would ask him what certain words mean, and he'd tell me without hesitation. Hours passed, and we didn't notice how late it had been, and that the two of us needed t

Favor: PrussiaXReader by kita-kudai, literature

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Favor: PrussiaXReader

Even though he hadn't opened his eyes, Gilbert could feel something was wrong. His entire form felt heavy and he was in pain. His back was hurting and his body was not enjoying being laid flatly against the hard floor. Back when he was stuck living with Russia, he was use to floors being cold and made of stone or concrete since not all times would he go to his actual room in his in that house to sleep in the bed that Russia had given him. He didn't think it safe because if he slept in a different room every night, it meant that Ivan had a harder time finding him. He still had some problems getting out of the mindset of being in the Soviet Uni

Don't Jump: AmericaXReader by kita-kudai, literature

Camilla :N. Italy: by what-the-crapola, literature

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Camilla :N. Italy:

Nothing had been right today. Nothing. Bad grades, parents on the verge of grounding you because of that, friends arguing with you, teachers hating you...maybe only a meteorite crashing into earth would be worse. Or not. You were about to walk back home, when you heard someone calling your name. Turning around, and bumping into the hyperactive Italian, you tried your best to smile. "Vee~ bella [Name]! How are you?" "I'm fine, Feli. And you?" "Vee, the same. But, bella, you don't look very happy!" Your head snapped towards him. Since when did he become so perceptive? "I'm...fine." He stepped in front of you, amber eyes, wide and warm.

CanadaxReader - Just A Smile by what-the-crapola, literature

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CanadaxReader - Just A Smile

Matthew sighed, as he sat in the library, staring out the window, absent-mindedly. Why doesn't anyone notice me? He never understood what he quite lacked. Was it because he wasn't exuberant, like Alfred? Or charming, like Francis? But...they always say that a person should be liked for just who they are, right? So...what was wrong with him? Most people forgot just who he was. And if they did see him...oh, darn. He didn't even want to think where Cuba might be. Flipping aimlessly through the book he'd picked from the nearest shelf, Matthew got lost deeper into his thoughts... It wasn't until he heard someone his name that he looked up,

AmericaxReader - Get Out Alive by what-the-crapola, literature

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AmericaxReader - Get Out Alive

It had been a long and tiring day. After having to spend around an hour looking for Alfred in the supermarket, with trays and trays of minced beef in your arms (which weren't light, in the least, by the way), you were on the verge of breaking down into frustrated tears. Your arms were sore, you were lost in a supermarket, your boyfriend forgot to carry his mobile phone and you had no clue as to where he was. Shifting the trays on to one arm, to wipe away the stray tear rolling down your cheek, you jumped when you felt someone tap your shoulder incessantly. "Hey, babe! Guess what? They had this massive sale on at Best Buy, so I went and boug

AmericaxReader - All The Small Things by what-the-crapola, literature

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AmericaxReader - All The Small Things

Always, I know You'll be at my show "And, so - me, as the Hero and all, say that this meeting is over!" "I, as the Hero." sighed Arthur, but Alfred paid no attention. "Dude, we got quite a bit done today!" he exclaimed, to no one in particular. "Je ne pense pas ça" Francis muttered. "Yo, Francis, whaddya say?" Francis sighed, and shook his head. "Ne rien, mon ami. I think it is time we left, no?" Soon, everyone started filing out of the room, leaving just you and Alfred alone. "Whaddya think, [Name]? It was a good plan, huh?" he turned towards you, a childish grin on his face. You couldn't help but smile back -Al's joy was clea

AmericaxReader: You'll survive 2 by Matsuri212, literature

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AmericaxReader: You'll survive 2

A bright light awoke you from your sleep. You opened your eyes slowly but not all the way and covered your eyes with your arm. Oh gosh, how you hated the first thing you see is the light. "Don't flash that in her face you idiot! You could blind her!!" you heard someone say. You weren't sure who it was, but whoever, he had a british ascent. "Man, how else would I wake her up, Iggy?" you recognized that voice. The light clicked off and you opened your eyes to see Alfred on the side of the bed you were on. There was also another man at the window. He had blonde hair, green emerald eyes, and the most bushy eyebrows you have ever seen. He also had

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