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? - Norway
You knew exactly who to go to, after all he had told you a few times about how he use to comfort his younger brother when he had a nightmare, so maybe he’d do the same with you. All you had to do now was find room 217 and ask him in your awkward way. Yeah, you were sure that it was bound to work.
You finally found the room and knocked on the door, knowing that he’d answer it almost right away, although he may seem a little cranky. Just like you had predicted Lukas opened the door. He’d didn’t look tired as those blank blue eyes stared at you. You noticed that a ‘coffee time’ shirt with two cups filled with coffee brofisting each other and black pants. You wanted to comment on his amusing shirt but decided that now wasn’t the time.
“Hey Lukas,” you said sheepishly.
“_____,” Lukas said in his famous monotone voice. “What can I help you with?”
“Eh?” You asked slightly cock
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? - 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? - 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? - 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
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? - Italy
Room number, 201. It was exactly opposite from your room, at the end of the hall. Inside held your Italian friend Feliciano, or Feli as you were asked to call him by. You speed-walked down to the end of the hallways and held your hand away from the door, ready to knock.
"Wait, what am I doing?" You asked yourself, shaking your head and lowering your fist. "He sleeps like a log, he'll never hear me if I just knock. Besides he won't overreact if I just walk in there. He'll probably be glad to see me, even if it is this late at night."
You tried the doorknob and slowly opened the door. Just like Feli to leave the door open. You crept inside and shut the door behind you. Lying in bed, curled up to a ball was the sleeping Italian. Walking over to the bed you tried to decide how to wake him up.
"I can't do the moustache and grape thing, that's Ludwig's thing," you mumbled to yourself. "What can I do? What can I. . . Ah!" Y
Geek x Pervert?! France x WaitressReader
Your family had owned the café for years and once you got out of school you started your shift. You slung your messenger bag over your body and quickly sped out of the classroom, trying to get as far from the perverts as is humanly possibly, running around the bloody place you looked like Usain Bolt! In all honesty, you thought of yourself as a super hero, geek by day, waitress by night! And yes, you wore things like glasses just to keep your face hidden from the public eye. You hid yourself from mainly the male species, but kept yourself a whole 200 ft away from one male in particular.
Francis Bonnefoy. Or what you liked to call him, the annoying French pervert; AFP for short .
He was well known amongst your school, particularly the female crowd. With long, golden blonde hair and glorious blue eyes, and that 'to die' for sexy accent, who wouldn't fall for him?
Every other girl may of fallen for his so-called 'charms', but you were a different story. Countless of gi
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
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
NorwayXHurt!Reader - What is it you were reading?
A/N: Just a small heads up, there is a little bit of abuse in this.
It was a Friday night and your boyfriend Jeff was coming over to hang out and play some video games with you. Tonight you planned on telling him about your new job you had just gotten in town. You were going to work with your two best friends, Mathias and Alfred. They both worked at a delicious fast food restaurant. They had let you know that the place was hiring, so you had filled out an application and you had also been expected.
You were excited, yet very anxious of what was to come. You got more giddy when your doorbell rang. You got up from setting up the video games and ran over to the door. Taking a deep breath, you open the door.
"Hey, Jeff!" You greet with a big grin, he also smiles.
"Hello, [Name]. You re
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
Romano x Reader x Spain : Two FoolsYou smiled towards the two men fighting on the couch opposite of you. Chuckling and shaking your head, you stood up.
"Hey, do you guys want to go to the park or stay here fighting? I'm fine with either one." You gently smiled, smoothing out your dress. The men stared at you for a minute before going back to yelling at each other in their native languages.
"Antonio and Lovino, get your asses over here right now, because we are going to the park and I'm not going to listen to you two bitch about things the whole time!" You turned around, squeezing your eyes shut, and crossed your arms underneath your chest. "I'm counting to ten, and by the time I'm done, you better have straightened yourselves up and should be ready to go to the park with me."
You heard some shuffling.
A grumble escaped from Lovino's mouth along with a vocabulary of vulgar language.
A few words in Spanish quietly erupted from the Spaniard's mouth.
You heard a thump and an 'Ow', only
Norway X Reader Spell Gone WrongNorway X Reader ~ Spell Gone Wrong
You groaned and lay your head in the book on the table in front of you.
“Lukas, why do I have to read so much” you moan turning to look at the blond man sitting in the chair across form you. His navy eyes darted back and forth as he read the book in his hands and the silver cross in his hair gleaming in the light.
“If you want to learn you need to read” he replied not looking up from his book
For the past few months you have been living with Lukas. He is teaching you magic. But to you it felt like he was forcing you to read through his whole library, which, might I say, is really big. You sat up and continued reading. The words on the pages getting blurry and you yawn.
Lukas looks up at you and says “Ill make dinner, then you should get to bed”
He had put down his book and started making his way to the door but stopped and turned back to you. “But not before you finish that book”
You groan again as he le
Little!America x Mermaid!Reader - Swimming"(Name)!"
A young boy sat at the shore. He sported a devious little cowlick that you always thought was cute.
"(Name)! Quit hiding!"
You stayed under the surface of the water, laughing to yourself. You also loved seeing him getting riled up. His tantrums, whenever he stomped on the sand with his little feet and his cowlick bounced with him, always made you laugh.
"(Name), I'm going to throw rocks in there until you come out!"
You crossed your arms defiantly, your (favorite color) tail swished from under you. America wouldn't throw rocks in the lake he knew was your home-
Suddenly you heard a splash, turned around, and met the bright baby blue eyes of your best friend.
Now he would on the other hand throw himself into the lake.
With a mighty flex of your tail, you swam to America, wrapped your arms around his tiny frame, and pulled both of you above the surface.
"I'd much rather prefer you threw the rocks instead of drowning yourself, America...
Screwing Gravity: Ch. 3 (England X Reader)
Screwing Gravity: (England X Reader)
A/N: Act three!! It’s finally here!! I seriously was stuck for a couple of days when it suddenly hit me when I was in drawing class!! Originally it was going to happen in a school environment but then I was like nah, let’s keep it at Carmen’s house!! X3 I have to say I like this version a whole lot better than the other one I came up with. \(^o^)/ So if you would be so ever kind to leave your comment behind on whether you liked it or not (don’t be afraid to tell me the truth, I can handle it ^w^) I would totally appreciate it!! Thank you!!
Please don’t forget to fav and/or comment!! (:
You slowly blinked open your eyes only to be greeted with pitch blackness of the night. Slightly dazed from your lack of sleep, you picked yourself up from the couch and gently laid your feet onto the soft ground below. Wait…Soft? That’s not right since when did Carmen had soft material on t
Hetalia: Reader x BTT: The New Guy
Wow... The new boy in class really caught your eye.
He not only was he gorgeous, but he was really intelligent too. He had a bright smile and a soothing voice any girl would have fallen for.
"Earth to [Name]?"
You only talked to him a few times, but you really enjoyed the conversations between the two of you. You wanted to talk to him more!
"[NAME]!!" Your friends yelled, finally getting your attention.
"Huh..." You asked, looking towards the three of them. "What?"
Francis sighed, brushing his eyebrow- showing slight annoyance, "Weren't you listening to what we were saying?"
"Oh, [Name]," Gilbert shook his head disapprovingly. "That was so unawesome of you. Why weren't you listening?"
"It's not like you to get your head in the clouds." Antonio chuckled cooly. "What's up?"
"Nothing is up!" You smiled, "Sorry, I was just..."
"Being an air head?"
"Um... Being --"
"I was being nothing!" You yell