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HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug? - Prussia
You walked to the end of the hall where room 205 was. You clenched your blanket tighter around your shivering form, hoping that you were making the right decision. Sure the German could be a little cocky at times and he was like that little obnoxious brother that you never had, but he was caring and kind when it was just you and him. Besides he’d just think that you ran to the awesome him first thing and let you stay the night.
You knocked on the door a little loudly knowing that Gilbert was a bit of a snorer. A thud came from inside followed by sleepy curses before the door opened. Gilbert came out the room and stood in the doorway, his hair was tussled and his deep ruby red eyes were glazed with sleep. He wore a white t-shirt and blue boxers with little yellow dots printed onto them.
“Hey Gil,” you sheepishly waved.
“Frau, what are you doing?” Gilbert asked as he shook his head.
“Well it’s kind of a long, short sto
HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug? - Iceland
Room 220 was only a couple of doors down from your room, so it only took you a few steps to actually get to his room. He was a friend of yours who tried to help you out from time to time. His coolness would certainly help you calm down even just a little bit. Though there was a problem, he could be a little stiff when you tried to show friendly affection towards him or told him just to call you (nickname).
But there was no turning back now as you knocked on the door a couple of times. You waited hearing muffled footsteps on the ground before the door slowly creaked open. Emil stood in the doorway rubbing his eye. He was wearing a plain white shirt with a black knitted jumper thrown on top and green pants. He gave out a yawn before looking you in the eyes.
“Hey Emil,” you gave a small wave, your voice slightly cracking.
“_____,” Emil yawned again. “What are you, what are you doing here? It’s two in the morning or has jetlag gotten
HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug? - Spain
You marched to room 206 which was near the end of the hallway. You knew that he would help you. In fact you knew that just talking to him for a couple of minutes could brighten up your day so he defiantly was the person to go to. Once you had reached the door you confidently knocked. Nothing. You knocked again, this time a little harder, hoping that you wouldn’t wake anyone up. Still nothing.
Maybe he wouldn’t mind if I just go in and try to wake him up myself. You opened the door and stepped inside. The room was dark but you could just make out the bed. You began to walk towards it when you tripped on something, making you fall with a very loud thud. You heard a mattress shift before a light clicked on lighting your view.
“Damn it,” you cursed under your breath as you untangled your foot from a shirt.
“Chica what are you doing here?’ You heard Antonio yawn.
Once you had freed your foot you looked up but didn’t have
HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug? - Japan
Room 203 was at the end of the hall but you continued to march down. Hopefully he wouldn’t turn you away. Sure he was helpful but there was the matter of his personal space with he loved dearly, so maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Well there was no turning back now as you reached the room. A small light came from under the door and bright, poppy music could be heard.
You knocked on the door without hesitation half hoping he would still be awake. Inside there was a small yawn followed by a couple of footsteps. The door opened slightly, the light from inside filled the hallway. A head poked out from the crack into between the door. Realising it was you and not some stranger Kiku opened the door. He was wearing a light blue long sleeved shirt with a matching pants with little leeks printed on them.
“_____-san,” Kiku said and nodded his head slightly.
“Hi Kiku,” you gave a weak smile followed by a small wave. Maybe this is a bad i
HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug? - Sweden
The room was somewhere in the middle of the hallway. It took you a minute to find it but eventually you did. Room 219. At this point you were shaking from the cold. How did it get so cold? You fixed up the blanket you carried and took a deep breath. Surely he wouldn’t reject you. The two of you have been friends since how long? And he has mentioned a few times that you could come to him for help.
You knocked on the door with a shaky fist and turned the door knob. “Berwald,” you called out.
You heard a small grunt and took it as a yes you can come in. You stepped inside the room as the half asleep Swede turned on the lamp next to the large bed. He grabbed his glasses and put them on before getting out of the bed. You saw he was wearing a thin pea green shirt and black pants.
“What are you doing here?” Berwald asked, ruffling his blond hair. You knew he wasn’t being rude, he just wasn’t use for people to come to him fo
HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug? - France
It took you no more than five steps to reach his room which was just pass the stairwell, but it seemed like five hundred steps. He’d always help someone out, so it seemed like common sense to go to him. He had helped you out in the pass when it came to your crushes and he’d always say ‘if you need any anything ma cherie I’ll be happy to help you out.’
Okay sure he could sometimes come off as a bit of a perve but everyone is a perve in their own way, right? Besides he knew how to cook and give advice when needed and in general he was just a really good friend.
You stopped at room 223 at took a deep breath. After all he never really was a morning person. You knocked on the door loudly but quickly, hoping not to wake anyone up. You heard an incoercible mumble from inside the room. Good, at least he was waking up. You knocked on the door again hoping that this time he’d wake up fully.
A groan came from inside the room before hearing
HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug? - Netherlands
He was on the next floor up at the end of the hall in room 231. You had a feeling he would help you and if he didn’t you could always go to his little sister, she always helped you out. But as you ran up the stars you hoped that he would help you. You were gasping by the time you had reached his room. Your hand knocked on the door quickly, making it sound like you were urgent. You were just hoping you didn’t wake anyone else up in the process.
You could hear slow footsteps from inside before the door creaked open. Two green orbs could be seen staring at you through the darkness. Upon seeing your face the door opened.
“_____, what are you doing here?” Asked a slightly disgruntled voice.
The light from the hallway flooded inside the room revealing a slightly annoyed Tim. His usually spiked up gravity-defying hair was now let loose, framing his face perfectly, making his features seem softer than usual. He wore simple orange pyjamas. His famous
Hetalia - 40 Ways To Annoy DenmarkRefer to him as 'Legoland.'Ask him if he uses lego pieces as currency.
Ask him if he believes in 'Legoism'.Confuse him with the Netherlands.Refer to him as a 'slob'.Describe him as being 'unhygienic'.
Accuse him of being racist.Call him 'arrogant'.Tell him that he lacks self control.
Criticize him for being too outspoken.Refuse to have any conversation with him.Tell him that he's too boring.Ask him why he is always hiccuping.
Tell him that his language sounds silly.Claim that Swedish sounds better than Danish.Prohibit him from drinking beer or any other alcohol.
Refer to him as an 'alcoholic'.Claim that his beer tastes like mouthwash.Deprive him of his famous Danish bacon.Steal his bicycle.Strut around reciting lines from Hamlet in a melodramatic manner.Ask him if he personally knew Hamlet.
Ask if he would like to relive his Viking days.Force him to watch 'Thor' with you.Force him to watch Disney's 'The Little Mermaid' with you.Criticize any of Han Christian Andersen's works.Ask why mo
Pregnant with a Tomato Bastard's Kid 2
Lovina woke up again when she heard a loud knocking on the door. Her eyes stung, and she couldn’t remember what had happened or where she was. All she could remember is that she was…
Her stomach knotted.
It still held a sour, bitter taste in her mouth. The taste of reality—the realization. She was pregnant. It was a definite, concrete fact. She couldn’t get around it. She was pregnant. She was pregnant… with Antonio’s child.
Knock…! Knock…! Knock…!
“Lovina…? …Lovi…?” It was Antonio. Lovina realized this when she heard the voice. It was impossible to mistake his voice, with its depth and accent. The knocking intensified with every pound on the door and, with it, the trepidation grew thicker in her throat… What would happen if
BTT x Reader - Jealousy---
Mild Cursing. And slight pervertedness. Come on, It's the BTT.
Gilbert looked up from his computer to see you laying, sprawled out on the floor, on your phone. He chuckled, facing the computer again, and sighed. You heard this, drawing your attention to the albino, and you sat upright.
"Hey, Gil, where're Francis and Antonio?" You questioned, knowing they were always together, even when they slept.
He slightly laughed and lowered his laptop top. "They're coming , don't worry."
You smiled and nodded. Humming to yourself, you checked the time. It was only 11:29, so you had plenty of time with the trio. They were your best friends, and had been for as long as you could remember. Yeah, they could be perverts, but that just made them more fun, am I right? They always made moves on other girls though, and that gave you a feeling in the pit of your stomach. You couldn't quite put your finger on the emotion though… So you brushed it off.
"Alrighty. Antonio better be
Spain's Ending - BTT x Reader - Jealousy---
[Insert normal warnings that apply to the Bad Touch Trio. You guys know what you're getting yourselves into.]
You stared, bewildered, at each of the men. They stared back at you, patiently waiting for an answer. For a long time, you didn't say anything, but after about 5 minutes of staring, you croaked out-
"I like one of you too."
Their faces lit up, and they began asking you-
"Is it me?"
They were gradually growing louder and your head started to hurt.
"ANTONIO!" You yelled over the commotion, which made everyone shut up. Sighing, you shut your eyes. "I like Antonio." You heard two groans and one squeal, which you assumed belonged to said man. Opening your eyes, Antonio was sitting right in front of you.
"I'm out of here." Gilbert said, walking out of your door to go sit back on the couch. Francis soon followed, leaving only you and Antonio in your bedroom.
onhonhonHe smiled giddily at you which fo
Punk!England x Reader -Take me or Leave me “There will always be women in rubber flirting with me!”
(Y/n) stared at her supposed boyfriend of one year. “Excuse me?”
“It’s not my fault that people always flirt with me…”
The fighting couple were at their one year anniversary party, at this fancy salon their friends insisted they rented. The decorations were simple, and the clothing was a casual-elegant fashion, and music softly played in the background while everyone grabbed appetizers from one big table.
At the moment, though, every guest was staring at the blond and his girlfriend.
“I’m aware of that, Arthur! But it is your own fucking will to flirt back with them!”
Arthur sighed heavily. (Y/n) just stared at him. Her mind was thinking, Did he just fucking sigh to what I just said?
Pregnant with a Tomato Bastard's Kid 1
It was the twitchy nervousness before calling Antonio that usually made Lovina decide against it, and it was the cheery Hola that finished the job if she hadn’t hung up already. With that in mind, how could she find the courage to call him now…?
Yes, she knew it was important and unavoidable, like his wedding proposal, but she couldn’t find it in herself to press “call”.
Biting at her lip, she found her palms shaking and sweat had begun to form upon her forehead in cold droplets… Lovina clicked her phone to shut off the screen and released a heavy breath. She was too apprehensive to call Antonio now; she needed to get someone else’s opinion first and relax a little. Turning her phone back on and clearing out Antonio’s number, she typed in another one… She walked nervously over to the bow window in her bedroom and sat beside it, leaning against a cushi
CIRL Chibi!RomanoxReaderWith a frustrated sigh, you sat back on your heels and stared angrily at the patch of dirt of sickly looking sprouts in front of you. Summer was finally here and you’d decided that you wanted to try growing your own vegetables. It’d be cheap, easy produce and you had hoped it would be fun.
But you weren’t having much luck in that department. You’d planted your first seeds a few weeks ago and made sure to take great care of them. However you seemed to have a rodent problem on top of the plants just being stubborn brats and refusing to grow.
With another sigh, you got up and headed into your apartment to clean up.
“This is so disappointing,” you muttered as you got a shower going and hurried to get in, letting the warm water relax you. You stood in the water for a moment before quickly washing up, your mind attempting to think of anything you could be doing wrong with your vegetables.
After a few more minutes you got out, got dried and dr
Ghost!Germany X Reader
Ghost!Germany X Reader
(Name) wasn't anything special, at least that's what she told herself. The woman couldn't help but to think she was a normal woman, when she knew she wasn't. This woman could see ghosts. All sorts of ghosts; mean ones, scary ones, overly friendly ones, stubborn ones.
Normally, the woman would ignore them. They constantly bugged her, asking her for directions and asking her meaningless questions. One annoying one wouldn't stop asking her were the nearest McDonald's was. Sometimes, she couldn't ignore them and she would yell at them to leave her alone.
This made people think she was a freak. She tried not to notice the people who would sneer in her direction, scoff her off, and talk about her behind her back. She already new she wasn't normal, or anything special.
How could such a freak be special? It wasn't possible. She knew she couldn't make any friends.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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