Forget Your Troubles PrussiaXReader(request)You took another gulp of your whisky, slamming the glass down on the hard wood of the bar. The whisky stung your throat, but you didn't care at the moment. There was a reason you were drinking. You'd just been dumped by your now ex, Germany. You'd started dating him around the time you two started training together. It did fine for a little while. But soon, you were fighting with him over something stupid everyday. But this time there was no make up kiss, no mending the relationship. You felt a hot tear roll down your slightly flushed cheeks. Yeah, it was obvious that the relationship was falling apart, but that stupid blond didn't have to be so harsh about it! You then heard a confident-and rather arrogent-voice. "Well, hey there." You tried not to groan. Great. Just the guy you needed to see right now.Prussia took a seat next to you, flashing you his usual shit eating grin. And, as if his presence alone weren't bad enough, he was Germany's brother. "Go away." You m
Romance Over A Milkshake AmericaXReader(request)"Hey, America." The American blond looked at whoever was tugging on the sleeve of his bomber jacket. It turned out to be you, who looked flustered and nervous, for some reason. "America." You said. "You go on and on about this place called McDonald's." You dropped your gaze to the ground. "Would you mind taking me there?"America ALWAYS talked about McDonalds during the world meetings, which got you curious. Was it really that good? That was the reason you were asking.A grin spread across the blonde’s face. "You've finally come around!" He exclaimed cheerfully, grabbing your shoulders. You just stared at him in confusion. What was he so excited about? Still smiling, he swept you off your feet- literally- and ran out the door."America!" You shrieked, flailing and squirming in his arms. "Put me down right now!" You were just walking to some restaurant, for god's sake! You didn't need to be carried around like some airheaded damsel in distress.The blond only chuckled at your rea
Broken Hearts And Ice Cream CanadaXReader(request)"Hot fudge." You commanded, holding your hand out. The Canadian did as he was told, handing you the bottle.Why was he at your house? About thirty minutes ago, you called him up, sounding really distressed. Which is why he brought along a pint of maple flavored ice cream; it was his favorite flavor and, luckily, it was yours too.The whole idea of eating ice cream when you're sad didn't make sense to the Canadian blond. But whenever his brother was sad, he liked to curl up with a tub of ice cream and wallow in self-pity. Of course, it was rather ironic, seeing as the American was the reason you were sad to the point where you needed the comfort of ice cream. Canada tightened his fist. The moment he saw his idiot brother again, he needed to remember to slug him in the face for hurting you like this."That bastard." You mumbled, downing a huge spoonful of hot fudge drenched ice cream. "How dare he cheat on me?!" You held your hand out again. "Whipped cream." "Don't you think you sh
A Broken Heart And A Tomato SpainXReader RequestThe Spanish man hummed cheerfully, chopping tomatos at an impressive speed, a sweet, content smile playing on his lips. Italy's birthday was just around the corner, so Spain had decided to make him some homemade tomato sauce.Right when he finished chopping the last tomato, he heard a knock on the door. Curious as to who it was, he put the knife down and opened the door. It was you, but there was clearly something wrong; usually you were cheerfull and smiling, but right now tears were streaking quickly down your slightly flushed cheeks. "Can I.......come in?" You asked quietly. "Si." The spanish man nodded, allowing you to enter his home. You thanked him quietly. There was a moment of tense silence. "Do you want some tea?" The Spanish man asked. He wasn't one for tea, but you were, for some unknown reason. He always had a few teabags, just in case you came over.You plopped down on the couch, flashing Spain a sad smile. "Thank you, Spain." "What happened?" Spain ask
Take A Hint BritainXReaderXFranceYour POVYou despised these world meetings and you had a damn good reason to. France. He claimed to be deeply in love with you and every time there was a world meeting, he always tried something. You were half hoping he'd get sick and stay home, just so you could get through the meeting without having the sudden desire to murder someone painfully.You had arrived early and the only person there besides you was Britain. Not a surprise, the man was the most punctual person you knew. This worked out rather well for you; Britain was your best friend and secret crush. But, he probably just saw you as a friend. He was the type to like books over girls. But that's what you loved about him. You greeted him and started a good conversation. You talked until the meeting began. "Excuse me, ma chere. May I sit here?" You looked up and stifled a groan. Looks like France didn't get sick. But really, did the man ever give up?He didn't wait for you to answer and sat next t
Sick Of Love Triangles AmericaXReaderXBritainYou were insanly annoyed right now. You were at the world meeting and no one would shut the hell up. Not that this suprised you; the meetings were like this every damn year. You were one of the few countires that actually focused on getting some work done. The others were too busy arguing about the past or god knows what else to really care.With a sigh, you moved your bangs out of your face and tried to focus on your work. But that was a little hard to do when two countries were currently fighting over you. "Why would she be with you?!" The British blond yelled. "You're just a bloody fatass!" "Well, at least I'm strong!" The bespecticaled American shot back. "And what girl wouldn't want to be with the hero, anyway?!""You're not the bloody hero!" This was the main reason you hated attending these meetings; nowadays, the only thing those two seemed to argue about was you. And honestly? You were sick of it. You missed the days where the three of you could be together without
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