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Spain X Reader ~Guidance~It is quiet in the church. She walks past long, oaken pews that extend from the path she walks to the walls of delicate stained-glass window, each one guarded by tall, wiry black candle holders that glow and shimmer peacefully in the darkness of the near-empty church, towards the end of the pews, where she sees a sight that has been on her mind and the one place in the entire world where she has found peace. A rosary, red beads longed turned dull brown from the constant use and from turning over trembling, worried hands, hangs from her fingers, intertwined on and under her palm and gracing her knuckles as she crosses the walk and stops, staring at what lay before her.
The statue has always been there, her painted face impassive and serene as she stands, and to walk to the statue of the Messiah hanging behind her on the wall, wood long replaced and gilded in gold, you have to pay respect to her to gaze upon the Messiah, she who is garbed in the clothes of a commoner and yet carried the
General!Canada X Reader ~Stay Strong For Me~General Matthew Williams stares in numb, frozen shock at the man clutching onto his hand so tightly knuckles stained with blood turn white.
Frightened blue eyes glance down to the blood, the blood that seeps through the uniform of the man's chest and stains the ribbons and medals of honor, all which mean nothing now but decorations for a grave or painful reminders for a family.
This is not General William's first battle, and he has seen much bloodshed from countless other comrades and close friends.
But this is his only brother.
Alfred coughs and a surge of blood chokes his throat and renders him unable to communicate, save to smile up encouragingly at his younger brother and Matthew does not see a trace of regret in the fact that he was the one who pushed Matthew out of the way.
And Matthew doesn't see any regret in Alfred's eyes that he is about to die.
Alfred's mouth opens again but no sound comes out, and he leans forward to see lips form words and his mind scrambles to understand
England X Reader ~Left In The Rain~“I waited for you.” Arthur said to the person standing across from him in the rain-soaked street, quite sheltered underneath her umbrella and a flush on her cheeks from running. He was soaked from the top of his head to the tips of his shined black shoes, that he had taken care of just for her.
“I know.” She apologized, and she took a step forward, her face practically begging to forgiveness for her error. “I didn’t mean to be late.”
“And yet you were.” He crossed his arms as the rain pooled into one drop on his forehead and dripped down his nose, his legs unnaturally rigid as they were frozen in the position for so long.
“Will you forgive me?” she asked, taking another step forward, arms open. The umbrella gave up its protection as she stretched out her arms and the rain dripped down her face and her hair, sinking into the thin coat she had thrown on to greet him at the corner.
“I guess I will.” He sighed, e
Netherlands X Reader ~Suppressing, Suppresser~Surreptitiously, barely removing your eyes from the book, you ask Francis with a low murmur from the quiet table in the public library, "Is he staring at me again?"
Francis, reading the book over your shoulder, inclines his head just the slightest so that he may take a look at the person boring holes into the back of your head three tables over, and licks his lips that are nearing your air and tickle it with soft breath.
"Yes. Do you want to move?"
"Yes. No. I don't know. He's not really doing anything." you reply in the jumble and tumble of the mind of a woman that not even a woman could comprehend, and you turn your head, more obvious, to look at your extremely over-protective, stalker, tsundere, possibly misogynistic, best friend and stare him right smack-dab in the center of his narrowing, glaring, mean and green eyes.
Abel Mogens startles in surprise, as if he has not expected you to challenge him so abruptly, and quickly looks away, over his shoulder, as if you are glaring to the
Child!Netherlands X Child!Reader ~Misjudging~Abel Mogens did not expect her eyes to widen in fear and surprise when he opened the door, nor did he expect her to drop all of her belongings of the doorstep as papers and pencils flew about through the air in pure surprise, in a symphony of wood clattering on concrete. He blinked once and opened his eyes to see her running away in fear without a backwards glance, down the grassy park his house was right across from.
It wasn't his fault he was the tallest kid in the third grade; hell, maybe even the whole school. It wasn't his fault he looked naturally scary, with an intimidating expression and fierce blue eyes that seemed to lust for blood, and it wasn't his fault that he was in love with her, she who was his little sister's best friend, both in the same first grade class, and had thought that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
So that was why, after a second of registering what had happened, he scooped up her things and tore after her, pencils clattering about in his
Rome X Reader ~The Wait~
“One day, I promise, I will come back.” he had grinned down at you from the horse he sat upon that pawed the ground with a feverish impatience. His kind brown eyes that radiated mischievousness and a spark all too-untouchable, especially by the likes of you, danced. He seemed like such a gentle giant, as the noon-day sun rolled off of his spotless, gleaming armor and his bright red cape unfurled in the sudden breeze.
“I doubt it,” you rolled your eyes at him, turning to prepare to return inside. “Men like you never do.”
“Come now,” he teased, leaning down to take you hand that you willingly let him take and lifted it to his lips, “when have you ever met a man like me before?”
“Always,” you responded.
“Then you will have to be surprised.” He smiled, letting you reclaim your hand.
And with that, he turned his horse and rode away, down the road that had turned golden in the afternoon sunlight, leaving y
Japan X Reader ~Painted Faces and Averted Gazes~His hands, hesitant yet steady, brushed pink powder on your painted face, dusting snow-white cheeks with a permanent blush. His eyebrows knitted ever-so-slightly in silent concentration as his hand lowered from your face and journeyed to a table of paints next to your sitting figure. Fingers splayed and wiggled as they danced over jars and pots, searching for new paints to use.
Across from him, eyes delicately lined in black up to the corners where they curved up in a slant to imitate almond-shaped eyes opened just a crack; they observed him curiously for a moment and returned to their regular size, taking in the small room living room they sat in and the figure before them. A breeze drifted through the window, disturbing previously neatly combed hair.
Kiku turned back with a small jar cupped in his palm, and he met your eyes for a brief moment and then darted his gaze down to the jar inlaid with an intricate design rivaling that of a tapestry.
"Please, I would appreciate it if you wou
America X Reader ~See You Around~Alfred F. Jones was surprisingly early as he arrived to the hushed, empty pavilion where balls and ceremonies to accept dignitaries were usually held. Hanging from the ceiling, a chandelier minute in detail down to the last crystal, reflected muted gray light from the darkened room, and the ballroom floor, usually bright and inviting, was consumed and covered over with rows upon rows of comfortable black chairs for the people attending.
Alfred adjusted his tie, the colors of his flag, and a heavy contrast to his formal black suit as he weaved in and out of the rows, reaching the seat that had a plaque, bronze and browning over the years he had had it in his possession for all the observances and the like he attended. He settled into his seat with a sigh, placing the plaque on the seat where he knew Arthur would sit and raised his wrist from where it had rested on his leg to check the time, unwilling to look up and see what was not five feet away from him. He was not ready.
Canada X Reader ~Presents~"This is for you."
You looked up from the lunch table you sat at in the indoor cafeteria, in the warm, familiar hustle and bustle of the last day before Christmas vacation began and freedom did as well, to see Matthew Williams, a sweet, innocent boy that you had known for ages and ages (and looked as if he wanted nothing better than to melt away into the hoodie that matched the color of his cheeks at this moment) hold out a bouquet of poinsettias to you, so large that he had to hold it over his stomach so that he could see you. Even then, the effect was magnificent and he looked as if he were a Matthew-flower emerging from above the poinsettias.
You lowered the milk carton that was in your hand, licking away the excess milk above your lip (an action that was innocent and yet did not go unnoticed by him as he flushed a deeper red) and you stood with a broad smile on your face as you admired them.
"Matthew, they're beautiful." you said, and you took them into your left hand, admir
Spain x Reader - Feliz Navidad
“The twinkling of the lights”
Toni had made his best to hide the small present he had in hands from [f/n] all day long. He had spun the girl around the kitchen, so she wouldn’t see hanging on a shelf, stuffed it in his pocket, put it over the refrigerator, and even under a cushion of the sofa the little package had spent some time under. He knew that sooner or later it would reach her hands, but he wanted to make the moment be perfect.
“As Santa carols fill the household”
Not that she seemed to buy his excuses at all. [f/n] was, after all, a very cunning girl, and she was suspicious that the Spaniard was up to something. Damn him for having a soft spot for a sharp tongue and a witty intuition.
“Old Saint Nick has taken flight”
He felt the velvet against his skin once more, his eager digits playing with its soft texture. A smile sneaked its way towards his cheeks as he did.
Yes, Toni loved [f/n].
And now there was only on
When You Let Her Go. Romano x Reader Songfic
“Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin' home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go”
I'm so sorry.
I am so, so truly sorry.
I never meant for thing to get out of hand like this.
I never meant to chase you away from me.
I was only scared, that if something were to happen to you.
I would never be able to forgive myself.
All of the fighting and yelling, the crying and pain, I never wanted this to happen.
Please forgive me.
Please, please I can't take it!
I can't live without you!
I'm broken without you to pick up the scattered pieces that were once whole.
Our love, was something special.
It was as if nothing else mattered and we really were the only human beings left on this planet!
Canada x Reader - Merry Christmas
“A tree that smells of pine”
Mathew watched as all the others celebrated the night in one way or another. He, on the other hand, was sitting on a forgotten chair, that everyone insisted to hang their coats on, no mattering how many times he got up and sat down again to put them elsewhere. Worse, the others thought that they had a poltergeist walking around, since no one remembered putting their clothes on that sofa. He sighed, just hoping it all ended soon.
“A house that's filled with joy and laughter”
“I finally found you.” A slightly tired voice said near him, and he nearly rolled his eyes. Lovers’ reencounter? What, now he had to watch a couple being lovey-dovey without even realizing he was there? That was enough, he had it. Canada got up, ready to leave the party.
“The mistletoe says stand in line”
“Wait!” The same person called, so he turned, surprised. “You’re not running away from
Papa!Spain x Reader - Mi sol RQ
“Push!” Yelled the man in a gown yelling at you to push. “Push!” He said again as you did as you were told sweating and gritting your teeth grabbing on to your husbands poor hand making him squeal from your strength. “Push!” He said one last time as you started grunting and pushing getting the baby out of you to come out to the world.
One last push and you heard a scream as you smile with your eyes half lidded looked towards the doctor with Antonio ogling the baby.
“mi amor its a little niño. He looks exactly like me!” Antonio said walking towards you with the bundle in your arms. Your smile brightened as you saw his bright green eyes look at you with slight tears in his eyes. Coming to you he set the baby in your arms and you saw the resemblance to your lover.
The little boy had a small tuff of chocolate brown hair you think would curl like his and when his eyes opened they were green like Antonio’s. Cuddling with the bundle
Prussia x Reader - Frohe Weihnachten
”So please just fall in love with me this Christmas”
Prussia was having too much fun that day.
“Kesesesesese… Frau sure is busy.” He commented while munching a cookie she had just taken out of the oven. It burned his tongue a little because it was too hot, but it tasted so amazing that he just kept eating, smaller and more careful bits this time. He was enjoying himself while watching [f/n] run around the house, desperate to make everything perfect for that evening. He always thought that the way she’d freak out over such small matters was adorable.
[f/n] looked exasperatedly to him.
“They’ll be here at any minute and you’re just lazing off! Could you please help me?” She finally noticed what he was doing, frowning. “And stop eating the cookies that I’ll hang on the Christmas tree!”
“There's nothing else that you will need this Christmas”
He showed her his tongue, red and a little
England x Reader - Cold December Night
“They call it the season of giving”
“Love, what are you doing?” The British asked carefully before approaching the girl. Currently, [f/n] was holding binoculars while crawling up the roof.
She looked at him like she was considering checking his sanity, just as stupid as the question was. Well, he would do the same to her if she kept that strange behavior.
She gazed at him over the lens. The greenish appearance of the eyeglasses made her look like an enormous mosquito, and he had to press down his lips on a thin line to contain his chuckles over that idea.
”I'm here, I’m yours for the taking”
“Well you said you don’t believe in Santa, even if you talk on a daily basis with Captain Hook and a mint colored bunny, which also happens to fly. Well, I’m going to prove you wrong.”
England held up a sigh. He was sure he had lost a decent amount of his sanity between Alfred and [f/n] and that action wasn’t goin
SpainxMochi!Reader-Little MochiYou dragged your feet as you walked toward Antonio's house. You passed his house everyday on the way home but, with the constant flashbacks of you and him bumping into each other, you have never been so nervous in your life. You felt these so-called butterflies in your stomach, making your face go pale.
"I... can't do this..." You murmured softly to yourself, standing in the middle of the dusty road as you stared at Antonio's house just a few metres away. You closed your eyes, feeling the wind ruffle your hair.
"Mom?! Dad?! Guys???" You called out for your family at the top of your lungs, feeling the tears trickle down your cheek, but you stayed strong.
"Oh! Perdón, chica! I didn't see you there," the boy you bumped into flicked his wavy brown hair to the side, staring at you with eyes the colour of an emerald gemstone. "Eh... Hola, chica, you okay?"
"Y-yeah..." You nodded, holding back your tears. "I...I...I'm okay," you nodded, sniffling as you slowly looked up a
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It was raining again. Bullets of liquid falling from the sky at pelting the white haired man over and over again. He was wet and he was cold, yet he kept trudging through the muddy and slick path to the site he needed to be at this time, every time. Oh how he hated the rain, but Gilbert nonetheless could always be seen here every time it did.
And every time he did, he cursed himself for not coming on days where the weather was better. But at least he came to the place he needed to be at right? ‘At least I came.’ He would tell himself every time when arriving at the stone slab and would than sit down next to it, soaking his hind regions to the bone.
This time was no exception sonce he did the exact same.
“Sorry, I’m late today, bruder was being an ass about the neatness of the house again….” He sighed and shook his already drenched hair of the droplets of water.
“But now that
Safe and Sound (Dying!America x Reader)
It was a dark and terrifying day on the battlefield. Loud gunshots could be heard from every direction. Both sides were taking heavy losses. Fallen men, bloodcurdling screams,It was hell on Earth. But men were cruel beings. Fighting was never stopped completely.
Another loud scream rung through the field, but it was different from the others. It was Colonel Jones. It was a shout of pain. Only one soldier heard it though from all the gunfire. She coughed from the smoke in the air and ran toward him.
"Colonel, please meet one of our new lieutenants, Lieutenant ___" The General said, urging the girl in. There was something about her that made Alfred's eyes light up when he saw her. She straightened her back and saluted to the Colonel, smiling very faintly. She was a bit scared of course. How was the Colonel going to act?
He gave a bright smile and then turned it into a smirk. "Heya, lieutenant. Don't be so tense, I'm not that bad" he sa
Spain X Reader ~Lonely~It is in the sea of people, of communication, of laughter, of happiness, of life on the warm sunny summer day that Antonio sees you through the crowd of hair and barrettes and hats, sitting with Arthur on a street cafe on the sidewalk he is walking on to work from lunch break.
He watches, as he walks through the bobbing wave of heads, as you smile and blush, darting eyes away coyly as Arthur, who is blushing furiously, leans across the small circular table to kiss your cheek.
A hand fumbles to his pocket, pulling out a thin phone, and unlocks it without glancing down as he refuses to tear his eyes from you and Arthur, who are giggling like two children who don't know any better, and then, finally, glances down to read the most recent text from you, not sent two minutes ago.
Yeah, I'm at home. See you soon! <3
And it is with a sinking feeling in his stomach that Antonio looks back up to the two of you and, in the crowd of hustle and bustle, in people laughing and chatting and
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