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Revenge with a shower (SpainXReader)You squelched up to Antonio’s front door. Should I...? You thought numbly, your fist already raised. You barely had time to shake your head and turn away when suddenly the door swung open. Antonio frowned, worried as to why you were so soaked.

“Hi!” You said, trying to sound cheerful, but the hoarseness of your voice told him more than enough. “Come in, I’ll get you some towels.”

He left you dripping in his hallway for a moment, bending down to free your wet feet. “Thanks.” You murmured as Antonio wrapped several towels around you.

He took your hand and led you into his warm living where you

(America x Reader) 13 Ways to Kiss (One-Shot)DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN YOU OR HETALIA. ಠ_ಠ

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You were standing in front of your bookshelf and flipping through several books, thinking about which to reread till large, strong arms wrapped around your waist. You heart jumped a bit because of the sudden touch.

"What do you want, Alfred?"

You chuckled, glancing over to your right to see the American's head resting on your shoulder. His baby blue eyes looked into your _(eye color)_ ones. Alfred chuckled and kissed your cheek, making you blush slightly. You were dating him for a while now, and you loved each other as much as your hearts can love.

"Why don't we do a game?"

"W

Kisses don't just heal (SpainXReader)You started, dumping the washing up in the sink when you heard a crash and a loud wail. “Toni?” You shouted through the bathroom door, worried about what your flatmate had gotten up to this time.

“Chicaaaaaa!!!” He yelled over the splash of water and after finding the door was unlocked, you burst in. Antonio’s hand was bleeding badly and you immediately grasped his hand in yours. Wincing, he bit his lip as you examined his knuckles.

It wasn’t a pretty sight; it actually looked as though his skin had some holes in it. Doing your best not to gag, you pushed his hand back under the tap. “What the hell

Peeling potatoes (GermanyXReader)You bit your lip, frantically scrabbling with the small knife. You’d been assigned to prepare the potatoes for the next day, but by the looks of it you were going to have to stay the night to finish peeling your assigned batch.

Sighing in despair, you whimpered as you narrowly avoided slicing off one of your own fingers. Your hands were sticking and slippery due to the spilled potato juice and you were feeling frustrated. You’d only just started working at this restaurant and you wanted to leave a good impression, but so far, no good.

“Right, we’re closing up.” The boss clapped his hands, telling everyone to le

AmericaXReader .::Tousled Hair::.

You awoke at the dawn of morning with the bright light peeking through the curtains and hitting the delicate flesh of your face. You felt a strong, familiar arm slung across your waist protectively as the person behind you slept peacefully. With a content sigh you rolled over and kissed the tip of his nose to awaken him. He immediately awoke, seemingly a bit surprised, but once he saw your face the blonde relaxed and stared lovingly into your eyes with a small smile plastered upon his adorably sexy face. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on the bridge of your nose as well and you giggled happily.

"Mornin' babe~." he greeted, sitting up

Tracing letters (EnglandXReader)You sighed as you ruffled your hair. “You know Arthur, this could still take a while.” You said, leaning back so your head was upside down. He shrugged, taking another sip of tea and flicking to the next page of his book.

Turning back to your laptop, you continued typing for a bit longer. But due to the position you were in, you groaned and rolled your shoulders to try to loosen your tense muscles. Arthur glanced up as you rubbed down your back to the best of your possibility and smiled, an idea brewing.

“Come over here, I’ll do that.” He told you, cocking his head at you. “That’d be great Iggy.&rdq

Curing bad dreams (PrussiaXReader)Gilbert groaned, his temperature feverish as he tossed in his bed. “N-nein!” He muttered, biting his lip.

In the throngs of his dream he was staring at your bloodied body in despair, tears running down his face. He heard a sound behind him and spun around, hoping to see the perpetrator. The shape slipped out of his sight around the corner and Gilbert stood up after gently putting down your body, chasing after it.

Rage the sole thing on his mind, he pushed his legs to go at a near inhuman speed.

Franctically searching for it, he skidded on the landing, starting to sprint down the steps.
As he wasn’t paying attention to hi

Breaking the unbreakable rule(FranceXReader)“Sorry, but errr, I kind of need to go to class now.” You apologized sheepishly, rubbing your neck when your fanclub groaned in protest. You didn’t really understand why you’d gained such a following in school, well if anything it was because you didn’t understand why people liked you that they liked you.
You weren’t conceited in any way, innocent and but a tad naive and they loved you for it.

“I’m so sorry!” You cried, making a dash for it. After a bit of a chase, your fans scattered as they too needed to get to class.Flinging the door to your class open, you started apologizing immediat

Planting sunflowers (RussiaXReader)You giggled as you scrubbed the grit from your fingernails. It's finished! You thought euphorically, humming to yourself. A month or so ago, you'd decided to repay your friend, one of your best. Ivan had always helped you with everything and you felt it was time to tell him how grateful you were.

He was misunderstood most of the time, because of his eternal childlike smile, but you knew him well so you could immediately see what he was feeling. Recently you started smiling all the time he was around you, always feeling happy when he did and just wanting to be with him.
You wanted to make him happy. And you knew he'd like your gift to him.

Don't be jealous(FranceXReaderXChild England)“(y/n)! (y/n)!”

O god...

“Look!”

It had arrived....

“Heheheheh!”

Francis’ worst possible nightmare.

The British kid sitting on your lap was grinning widely at you as he bounced up and down. Why now? Why today, it being the day he’d wanted to be with you all alone and who knew, maybe get a little more intimate than usual?

Francis slumped on the coffee table, his blond hair splayed around his head like a halo. He pouted, his temple resting against the cover of a few glossy magazines, though his breath was making his cheek stick onto them.

“And they even had unicorns!” The blond

I'll make you some food (Depressed ItalyXReader)"(y/n), please I need your help. You need to help Feliciano! Please!" Lovino pleaded, his eyes watery. "Wh-what?" You were startled at his outburst and watched him worriedly. "Feliciano, well he, you know how Grandpa disappeared a while ago right?" You nodded, you knew how upset the two Italians were over it. Also you hadn't seen Feliciano after that.

"Well he's so torn, he wants to know where he is, if he's safe. But since then he, he hasn't eaten a lot. He's growing real thin and no matter what I do he won't eat, please (y/n)! I need your help!" He sunk to the floor, his hands wiping furiously at his eyes.

You felt your own eyes grow damp

The scramble for the radiator (PrussiaXReader)You groaned, pressing yourself against the radiator. Why did it have to be so cold? Shivering, you sunk lower, pressing your back against the hot surface and closed your eyes.

“Hey! Frau!” You heard and you growled under your breath. “Quit hogging the warmth!” Gilbert complained. You saw him frowning at you when you cracked one eye open. “No. It’s mine.” You retorted, lifting your arms up to place them around the radiator possessively.

He glared at you, sitting on his haunches next to you. “C’mon frau, sharing is caring.” You shook your head fervently and bared your teeth at him.

Coming back (AmericaXChild Reader)You sat on England's lap, happily pointing at the pictures in the book he was reading from. "Yes, he's cute isn't he?" You nodded vigorously, stars in your eyes as you stared at the watercolour. You heard the doorbell ring and you scrambled up to get it.

Hopping, you tried to get a hold of the door handle, but you were just too small to reach. Impatiently, you pouted until England walked over to you chuckling. You were burning with curiosity to know who it was; England didn't have a lot of guests over.

You liked that one black-haired man, he always blushed when you hugged him and often gave you dress-up clothes. Was it him?

"Dude, what too

Misunderstandings and sore muscles (JapanXReader)You grumbled rubbing your sore hips and waddling into the kitchen. “Oh hey Feli, Kiku.” You nodded at them in greeting and the two of them greeted you back in their own way, Feli glomping you and Kiku nodding and smiling politely.

You caught sight of the large blond and playfully smacked his arm. “Hey, my hips are still sore from yesterday.”

He snorted. “Can’t help it that you couldn’t come fast enough.” You stretched your aching body and rubbed your neck. “You’re just too big, you’re too strong for your own good.”

The two of you continued your banter as Kiku turned re

AmericaXxXxSick!Reader"Alright, class. Today we are reading in-"
"Achoo!"
"-our books. So turn to page-"
"Achoo!"
"-314 and begin reading the fourth-"
"Achoo!"
"paragraph. Then write a sum-"
"Achoo!"
The teacher slammed her hands down on her desk.
"Miss [L/n]! If you do not wish to pay attention in my class, you should just leave. You can easily go to the principal's office!" She yelled.
"I could eabily go do da durse's office, doo." You replied as you sniffed.
The teacher's ees softened as she saw your red face and slightly runny nose.
"Miss [L/n], if you could tone it down that would be nice."
"Des, ma'am." You said as you sniffed again.
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See? I'm okay,
I've got a smile on my face.
Even if times are rough, I'll pull through
just like I always do.
Stop looking at me, I won't look at you after all.
Because I know, if I do will fall
into your compassion
and I'll scream, shout and
let it out my darkest fears, my deepest regrets and deep seated worry.
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Cinnamon challenge (AmericaXReader)

by ~Shihagami, Nov 3, 2012, 9:25:36 AM
Fan Art / Fan Fiction / Romance

“You’re just too chicken!” Alfred cried, pointing at you. “Am not!” You shouted back and growled when he started squawking. “Prove it.” He said, a smug look on his face.

Contemplating on whether this was a good idea or not, you grabbed the cinnamon and a spoon. Alfred leant on the counter behind him, his arms crossed and watching your every move.

After sending him a withering look you heaped some of the amber spice on the spoon. You gulped once and placed the cinnamon in your mouth. Alfred smirked at you, your eyes watering as you tried to swallow it.

You managed to swallow most of it, then you collapsed on the sink. Your fumbling fingers reached for the tap but Alfred held your hands, preventing you from wetting your dry mouth.
“A-Al!!” You moaned, but he merely grinned evilly at you. Somehow you managed to rid of the overpowering taste in your mouth and groaned.

“You have no idea how bad that tastes....” You told him, trying to punch him in the stomach. He caught your fist and laughed loudly. “How badly?”

“Super bad!!” He cocked his head at you. “Is that so....Let me taste.” Before you could retaliate, he’d pressed his lips against yours, using your surprise to let his tongue rub against yours.

This time you managed to successfully ground your fist in his stomach and he winced, pulling his lips from yours with a loud pluck. “Problem?”

You glowered at him and pushed him to the floor. Straddling him so he wouldn’t be able to get away, you raised your eyebrow, a devious smirk on your face. You reached up to get the cinnamon bottle and leant closer to him.

His face paled as you licked your lips and opened the bottle, tilting it towards him. “No, no, no, no, please don’t!”

You chuckled darkly. “You wanted a taste, so you’ll get a taste.”