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? - 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? - 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? - 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? - 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
HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug? - Estonia
You could hear your footsteps echo through the silent hall as he walked towards room 210. It was somewhere in the middle, you kept reminding yourself as you scanned the doors. You eventually found the door you were looking for and stopped in front of it.
He’ll help me. He’s always seemed so kind and helpful, especially when my computer did that thing. You shook you’re head at remembering that event, your computer was basically your child and the thought of losing it and the work on it sent shivers down your spine. Of course he’ll help you the two of you are practically best buds.
With a slightly shaking hand you knocked on the door and waited for a couple of seconds. There was no answer or muffled sound from inside. You decided to try knocking again but when you were about to hit the door it swung open. Thankfully you had just stopped your hand from hitting a bed-headed Estonia. Eduard stood in the door way slightly slouching as he yawned. He wore
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? - 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?
You woke with a start. Your breathing was heavy, eyes wide open in fear. You grabbed a pillow and stuffed your face into it, screaming and crying. To make things worse a thunderstorm just happened to be passing by. Why did this have to happen now? Just after world meeting. God, why must my brain make up such horrible things to dream about?
You were currently staying at a hotel with a lot of the other nations. Why? Because you had stopped at this place for a little stretch after the meeting. But things turned from good to bad when it started raining and to even worse when there was flash flooding. You had no other choice then to stay, along with other nations that wanted a rest too.
You started to calm down and soon the memory of your nightmare faded away. Although you knew this wouldn't be the end of it. Usually when you tried to fall back asleep after having a nightmare a even more terrifying one would take its place.
But there was a way to cure it. Too bad your younger sister wasn't
HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug? - Canada
His room was only a few doors down from yours, room number 221. Matthew Williams or Canada was staying in that room. He wasn’t noticed much but you almost always talked to him, to make him feel included. You knew how he felt since you were once like that, an almost unnoticed country. So you were sure he wouldn’t mind you if you did pay him a visit this late at night and he’d be happy to help you out.
You reached his room and knocked three times on the door. Creaking and a muffled sigh could be heard from the room. You knocked again, this time slightly louder.
“If he doesn’t answer I’ll just go back and deal with this on my own,” you mumbled to yourself. “It couldn’t be that bad.”
Thankfully you heard a yawn followed by footsteps walking towards the door. The door opened to reveal a half asleep Canada. His blond hair was ruffled, glasses were askew and he was wear a white shirt with. . .
“Oh _____!” He squeaked and
HetaliaxReader Need A Hug? 2p!America
(Note: This has some foul language in it, so read at your own risk!)
You knew where you had to go. Your legs carried you up to flights of stairs. The blanket that you held flew around your shoulders. You just had to get to room 274. He’d help you out, you could count on that. Sure he had his ups and downs but he was affectionate towards you. And by affectionate you mean he wouldn’t pass down an opportunity to beat the shit out of someone who dissed you.
You finally made it to the seventh floor and started to look down the hall, already out of breath. Lucky for you his room was right next to the stairwell. You took a deep breath before knocking on the door loudly, knowing that almost no one in the hall would wake from the sound. You heard someone tumble onto the ground with a thud before a pause. A couple of footsteps were heard before the door swung open.
Standing in the doorway was a very tired and pissed Al, with his famous baseball bat hang
HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug? - 2P!England
Gripping the blanket even tighter around your shivering shoulders you raced up the stairwell. Reaching the top of the stairs you took a quicker breather before continue to run up the next flight of stairs. Once you had reached the next floor you only had to walk across to reach room 272. Gathering the blanket tighter in your hands you lightly knocked on the door, hoping that he’d answer.
From behind the door you heard a little commotion, someone yawning before hearing shuffles towards the door. The door opened slowly at first but then was fully swung open. Inside was a very awake Oliver although from his bed hair you could tell that he had been asleep only moments ago. You noticed that his bright blue eyes were stable and not swirled with pink which you took as a good sign. Oliver was wearing a pastel blue shirt with the word ‘no’ printed in bold white letters. You guessed it was from his pastel goth days. Along with the shirt Oliver also wore pink pants.
HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug? - America
You picked up your speed knowing exactly what room you needed to find, room 224. Finding the room you took a deep breath and knocked on the door. You needed a hero in this situation and there was no one better equipped for that the Alfred or America. When he didn’t answer you knocked again, this time a little more loudly.
“Who is it?” You heard Alfred call followed by a yawn.
“Who else would be bothering you at 2am?” You said back, wrapping th blanket around your shoulders even tighter.
You heard stumbling around and a flick of a switch before the door opened. Inside the room was a very sleepy Alfred with a bad case of bed hair. He was wearing a onesie with stars and cowboy hats printed onto it.
“_____, what are you doing here?” Alfred asked fixing up his glasses.
“Nightmare,” you bluntly said. “And I can’t sleep now.”
“A nightmare hey?” Alfred murmured to himse
PrussiaxShy!Tomboy!Reader - Not So Different
For the first time in a few months you started to feel self-conscious of yourself. You kept tugging at the hem of your large t-shirt, adjusting it so it would fit just right. Usually there was never a problem with the things you wore or the way you presented yourself. You were the kind of girl who wore their hair back, no make-up (unless it was for a special occasion) and also wore comfortable shirts and pants. Tomboy was the word to describe you.
Although you were different from normal tomboys. Usually they would be a bit chatty and talk to guys without a problem, befriending them without even realising it. You though were shy and hardly ever talked with anyone, regardless of their sex.
That all changed though when a boy had started to talk to you a couple of days ago. He first chatted to you before class started, assuming that you’d be a conversationalist. Obviously he didn’t know that you were the shy type. After that he kept on talking to you, mostly over
HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug? - England
His room was only a few doors down from yours so it only took a couple of steps to find his door, number 222. Knowing Arthur he would be asleep, dead to the world even with the storm raging on outside because he grew up with storms and rain.
That wasn’t the problem though. The problem was that you had no idea if he’d help you or not since sometimes he could help you out like the gentleman he is but sometimes he could be well, a bit of a grumpy old man. You just hoped he was in a good mood as you held your fist to the door.
You rapped on the door three times. “Arthur,” you called quietly hoping your voice wouldn’t break. You couldn’t hear any response from inside the room.
As you were about to knock again the door opened slowly. In the frame was Arthur, his blond tussled hair even more messy and he was wearing a shirt that read keep calm and drink more tea and green pyjama bottoms.
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
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
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
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?
Ghost!Romano X Reader
Ghost!Romano x Reader
(Name) had just started her new job. Her job was to help keep the cemetery cleaned, the snow shoveled, and the dried up flowers from the graves picked up every Saturday.
She was looking for some easy extra cash to help her pay her college funds and rent. This was her second job. Her first job was a waitress at the local diner.
The (h/c) woman was currently walking in between all of the rows of graves. She was picking up the bouquets, her earbuds playing her favorite tunes. This was her fourth week on the job, and already she was starting to notice who brought flowers to the graves the most often.
Most of the graves had flowers on them, except for the older ones. She knew the oldest ones wouldn't, but there was fresh grave that never had flowers on it.
The grave had been filled recently, when (Name) had started working she had watched the funeral. The funeral had not even four people at it.
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
Prussia x Glasses-wearing!Self-conscious!Reader
Prussia x Glasses-wearing!Self-conscious!Reader
The loud, harsh sound of the school bell roughly jerked you out of your daydreaming. You hurriedly looked around to get your bearings again and then started following everybody else's example by packing up.
Your head snapped up, I forgot to write down my homework! You squinted at the white board that displayed the homework. To your dismay, the words were too blurry to be read. Slightly frustrated, you stopped packing to wait for everyone to leave so you could move to the front to copy it. Fortunately, you did not have to wait too long before the majority of the people left, but Mrs. (Random teacher name) wasn't very happy.
Walking out the door, you thought to yourself, I'm glad my friend isn't in that class.
The crowded hallways were deafeningly loud as always as you made your way out of the bui