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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? - 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? - 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? - China
You felt yourself walking faster as you neared room 207.Thunder rumbled through the walls. You held the blanket around your shoulders tighter. He would help you out. He always tried to be the ‘big brother’ type even though not many people noticed it, so maybe he’d help you out. And if he didn’t you’d just have to try and find someone else to help you. Maybe Xiao would let you camp out in her room for the night.
You basically shuffled your feet as you moved slowly down the hall, clenching the blanket around your shoulders tighter as a streak of lighting flashed outside the window. A clap of loud thunder followed briefly after that, making the ground shake. After the small interruption of silence finished you realised that you were already at his room. You knocked loudly on the door which had the numbers 207 nailed to it, hoping that he would hear it. After all you had experience with him and his heavy sleeping. That guy could sleep for a century if h
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
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 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
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
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
La Doncella (Knight!Spain x Reader)
Today was the big day.
Despite the abundance of banners, garlands, confetti and all manner of celebratory decoration about the village, the atmosphere was not a pleasant one. Tables stood groaning with the momentous weight of food stacked high atop them, the very best that the village had to offer. Not a bit of it had yet to be eaten. The air of fear about the place gave even these cheery accessories an uncomfortable edge, like the very air was turning it poisonous. Sour, like bad milk. Even the dazzling rays of the rising sun do nothing to dissipate the tension.
You, you are sweetly oblivious.
Mainly because you've been stuffed to the gills sweet wine and peculiar herbs.
Hazy motes of dust flutter carelessly above you, a beam of sun pouring in through the window. To you, the dust look like shredded feathers and if only your limbs did not feel so heavy, you would reach out, and grab one.
But of course, all you do is lie there, gazing mindlessly up at the square of light as though any m
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