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This Isn't Goodbye [GermanyXReader]
It's not goodbye…
"D-don't leave…" She pleaded. "How about you let me come with you?"
"I have to [Name], I'm sorry." He told her softly. "And you know you can't come with me."
"Ludwig he's evil, don't you see?" [Name] pleaded, "Killing all those people I-it's wrong!"
Germany let out a sigh and placed his forehead on her's, "Keine Sorge, ich komme in kürzester Zeit." 
She wished she could believe that, she really did. "Don't leave me...I love you."
"Ich liebe dich auch. Ich werde Sie bald sehen."  Was his reply.
He gave her a quick kiss before placing his black hat on top of his blonde hair and walking out of the house. Tears rolled down her face as she watched him leave her. She could only hope he would be the same man that she loved when he returned from doing his horrid deeds.
It's see you later.
Closer to the Edge [AmericaXReader]
He loves you, he really does…
"Alfred~" She whined, coming into her boyfriend's game room. "You've been playing Call of Duty all day! Can we go out for dinner?"
"Hold on [Name], I finally got England to play and we've gotten to level 24! There's no way I can back out now!"
[Name] huffed and crossed her arms, "Alfred!" She moved so she was in front of the TV, "Please!"
"[Name], move please!" The country said, leaning towards the side so he could see around her. "Come on, just a few more rounds!"
She could tell she was working his nerves but at this point she didn't really care.
"You said that two hours ago!" She snapped.
Finally getting fed up and walked to the back of the TV and pulled the plug. "There!"
She looked at America who was blankly staring at the TV.
"Babe, I love you." He said. "But I'm going to give you a ten second head start."
His tone dry- a tone she had never heard before.
I think I pushed him off the edge… She thought, but she though
Love Forever [PrussiaXReader]
Warning: Fluff...implied smut...maybe? *is shot* um..Prussia OOC-ness? *is shot again*
If he could only read her mind, she'd say:
Buy me a rose, call me from work, open a door for me, what would it hurt?
Show me you love me by the look in your eyes
She was upset. Upset that it seemed like Prussia didn't have any time for her. He was always working or out drinking. She wondered if he'd even remember their anniversary (which was today). She wondered if she did something wrong that made him stay late at work. When ever he was home she would try anything to turn his head and it seemed like nothing was working. She could only hope that he would realize how much she missed him…and soon he did.
"[Name]! I'm home!" Prussia shouted, his work bag falling to the floor with a loud thud.
She smoothed out her clothes while she walked to the front door.
"How was work Gilbert?" She asked, putting on a small smile.
The sexy smirk on her husband's face made her stomach flip.
Papa!FranceXchild!Reader: You Are Not Useless
Papa!FranceXchild!Reader: You are Not Useless
The small child gazed out the window- watching her mother walk away.
"[Name], are you hungry?"
She turned to look at the French nation. "Yes, Papa."
France picked her up and carried her to the kitchen, setting her down at the table while he prepared lunch the two of them. [Name] let her mind wonder, thinking about the events that just took place. Her caretaker and mother had dropped her off at France's house about an hour ago- telling her that she would have to say with her Papa France for a while. [Name] was a French and [country name] territory- her people speaking both her mother's and father's language.
"[Name], be a good little girl for your Papa okay?" Her mother had instructed in haste. "Mama won't be around for a while."
"Okay Mama," [Name] had replied reluctantly. She watched her Mama and Papa talk in hushed tones- her Papa seemed worried and frustrated while Mama looked angry and sad; what was happening?
Hate. All that was in her eyes was pure hate. She hated who she was. She hated the man in front of her. She hated the silver bracelet that was twisting around her wrist that was a constant reminder. The name etched in the bracelet was now one she absolutely hated: German Confederacy.
"Germany," She growled out, voice cracking from pain and exhaustion. "How could you?"
"It was not my decision [Name]," He replied a soft tone that sounded so foreign to her ears.
"I'm [country name]!" She screamed, her voice echoing throughout the office where the two stood- facing each other. "I'm [country name]! I'm not the German Confederacy; I'm [country name]!" Desperation crept into her voice every time she shouted her rightful country name.
"Nein," Germany snapped, hurting just as much as she was. He did not want to see her pain- especially because it was his doing. This was never supposed to happen. [Country name] was never supposed to dissolve into the country of Germany like Prussia had. "You are
Remembering the Beginning [AmericaXReader]
Look at this photograph, every time I do it makes me laugh
It was a nice spring day and America decided to moves some things into the storage room and clean other things out.
"What's this?" He muttered, reaching into one of the boxes and pulling out a dusty book.
He blew the dust off and it reveled to be a brown photo album. He sat cross-legged on the floor and began flipping through the photos.
"[Name], is so cute in this picture." He laughed.
It was a picture of him and his wife when they were much younger- when he was still living with England. She grinned at the camera and her eyes still held the mischief they do today (plus she had just finished pulling a prank on England). She wore a white dress and a red bandana in her hair.
"Alfred," He jumped slightly when he felt a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders. "What'cha doing?"
America grinned up at his wife and pointed at the picture, "Remember this?"
[Name] blinked and looked at the old picture, "Oh! It's the
AmericaXReader: For A Friend
If anyone was to go up to [Name] and ask her what was the most important thing to her she would automatically reply, "Family and friends." It was who she was- she was loyal, told the honest truth no matter how hard it was, and would never leave a friend behind. She often told her friends during their serious conversations, "You know I'd never tell you something to get yourself hurt. I'm telling you what you need to hear not what you want to hear because that will get you nowhere."
Though she had these redeeming qualities she also had a sarcastic streak and could come off slightly rude though she meant no harm.
"Good God!" She said, looking at Alfred's high score on his math test. "You overachiever, I wish I could get that good of a grade!"
"Math's not that hard!" Alfred grinned. "I might suck at Biology and English, but Math is my thing so no judgment."
She giggled, "Too late, I'm judging you."
She didn't know it, but Alfred didn't like her sarcasm sometimes though
Glad I Met You [AmericaxReader] CH1
Title: Glad I Met You
Summary: You are a young and accomplished business woman who's heart has been broken by someone you loved so much you could barely stand it. You have put walls up to keep from being hurt, but after meeting a fun loving speaker out a conventions those walls slowly start to deteriorate.
[Name] knew she needed to get over it, them- him. But as she stared at herself in the mirror for the first time in days all she could feel is nothingness. It was an odd feeling- almost not a feeling at all- but it was there. She splashed cold water over face in hopes to regain some of her senses, but it did no good. She couldn't risk missing another day of work so despite how sick she felt and how much she wanted to crawl into bed and stay there; she put on her best business suit. She carefully did her hair and put on a small amount of makeup- just enough to make it look like she had slept the night before.
I'm strong, she reminded herself.
She stood beside Germany- her body set in a straight soldier like posture. She watched with a broken spirit as her former boss signed away his country to the German leader. She was now officially German Confederacy- though she was known by many as South Germany. After the meeting when Germany and his boss left, her boss approached her with a sad smile.
"I'm sorry about this [Name]," He said, voice cracking from the emotions he tried so hard to keep inside. "Please, keep our people from breaking."
"I think they are already broken," She replied. "They are hurt, confused, and angry. A revolution might start or even a full blown civil war." She clutched her fist, "And what allies do I have? None. We were never able to finish the meeting for us to become America's ally. Then we would have a fighting chance to regain our freedom. My people are already being treated as dogs."
He set a hand on the dissolved nation's shoulder. "Grow stronger and gain your freedom. If not for you then for
The Selection~EnglandxReaderWhy was I here again? Oh..right..it was Alfred's idea. After being together for long, it wasn't until nearly a month ago he got up and said to enter. It wasn't my intentions, but it most likely seemed to be his. Then a few nights ago, he went full out a said it was over, but said he didn't want it to. He went on about how 'He needed to be the hero' and 'hero's need to take care of others, not the other way around.' I didn't believe the whole 'hero' thing, but it still hurt a ton. Like I had just been slapped across the face. Finally, the day arrived. The Selection. The day a special group of eight girls, would compete for the heart of the wealthy prince Arthur. Like I said, it wasn't my intentions. I wanted to stay and marry Alfred..but nuh-uh. I sighed and rubbed my forehead of sweat as the announcer came onto the stage. After a barely night's sleep, I felt exausted. If only I could have stayed in bed and slept. And dreampt of Alfred. Wait. No more Alfred! This was silly, I needed to
England x Blind!Sick!Reader - Rain "I love the sound of rain." you sighed dreamily from your hospital bed. You heard crumpling newspaper.
"It rains all the time in London." your boyfriend, Arthur, grumbled as you heard something being tossed into the plastic trashcan.
You felt the end of the bed shift and a hand on your blanketed leg. Trailing your fingers down the bed, you found the Brit's hand and grabbed it, a smile spread out on your face.
"I guess I'd like London then." you stated. He grunted in reply. You then twiddled your thumbs, "I've never actually been out in the rain."
Arthur sounded surprised, "Why's that, love?"
"It's too dangerous for me." you mumbled and played with your thin hospital blanket.
Arthur let this sink in. He had met you when he was here because his idiot brother, Alfred, broke his leg. He had walked past your bedroom and always saw you alone. No one ever came to visit. You spent your life in the hospital. Born and raised there. But Arthur was determi
Penpal! Reader x Penpal/Exchange student! England
You smiled. Writing your full name ________ _______ On top of your Assinment from english. You were supposed to write a letter to a person in a country of your choice. You being the british fan chose England. The persons name that was now your penpal was Arthur Kirkland. You smiled at the name when you first read it. The name spelled Englishman in it's self. Your room's walls were covered in Union jack posters and the English flag. You turned your head to the sound of knocking on your door.
"Come in?" You said with slight curiosity of who was behind the wooden door.
Your mom walked into the door and sighed seeing you still awake. It was already 11pm and you had school tomorrow.
"_____ You need to go to bed you have school tomorrow" You huffed as your mother mentioned sleep.
"fine mom.." You pouted and walked to your bed as your mom turned the lights off.
You woke up that morning at 6am. Got up, took a shower, brushed your teeth after getting dressed and d
EnglandXReader: Operate“Dance Poppet, Dance.”
He felt like he was on top of the world. His mind was soaring; his heart pounded heavily in his chest with excitement and power. And she was the source of it all. He watched as she pirouetted across the dark tile floor, her feet gliding across the tiles as if it wasn’t even there. Her arms fell around her body gracefully as they swayed to the imaginary music in her head. Her simple white dress flowed around her, the fabric billowing out from her waist, gently twirling around her spinning legs. The blue bow that was wrapped around her (h/l) (h/c) hair chased behind her as she teetered back and forth. She was merely a blur of colors. Pink, blue, white.
_________’s eyes caught hold of Arthur’s as her body took to another spin. Her eyes shined brightly, their deep (e/c) color sparkling, immediately pulling Arthur in. She was the embodiment of innocence and simplicity and it made Arthur all the more eager to touch her.
Why don't You Love Me?-EnglandxReaderI find you enriching, a person beyond me yet at the same time so far behind. You have a tang to you that I'm not to sure I like, and so I keep tasting and tasting hoping to figure it out. I've yet to and you think I'd grow bored with you but you have a way of entrancing people. Maybe it's those eyes or perhaps that delicate smile, I've yet to figure it out.. I hope to one day though. Which isn't good, I'm not suppose to care this much you know? It just isn't the way things are meant to be. Yet you have wound your way into my system and become much like the coffee I hate, addictive. It's why I refuse to drink that dark slosh, it's rather amusing though how easily I fell into your trap and allowed myself a taste of you. I must be weaker than I thought, that certainly isn't good.
But what can I do I have already fallen hard, much like a shot down bird. You should be careful where you aim your rifle it's deadly I tell you. Try and be consideret will you? You haven't the slightest clue on
Just a cold (England x sick!Reader)"a-a-ACHOO!" with only that, the whole class turned their eyes from the blackboard to you, you quickly covered your face with a handkerchief and looked outside the window, this was the third time you got the attention of your whole class and it was only the first lesson agh!
You were told that you could stay at home but NOOOO~ you just had to go with a terrible cold!
AH wait what was your teacher saying again you should probably listen
"____!" You looked at your blond teacher, his sky blue eyes were staring at you, he seemed pretty angry not that you were surprised, he was always angry~
"I'm sorry" you mumbled and looked at your copybook that was opened well you can't even remember now that you think about it.
You heard your teacher, Ludwig Beilschmidt, groan "I said that if you're not feeling well I could let you go home!"
"No!" you objected but quickly covered your mouth and started coughing harshly.
"____?" you looked over to your right to see one of yo
EnglandxReader - A Simple Thank You"What is this rubbish?"
"What? You don't like it?"
You both stared down at the bowl of (food) that you made. You admit that your cooking wasn't the best, but at least it was edible. Or at least more so than Arthur's.
"Not really, love. It's too salty and it's overcooked."
"Fine." You pouted. You took the bowl and stormed back into the kitchen.
Does he have any right to criticize me on my cooking when his taste like...? A shiver crawled up your spine as you thought about the last time you had a taste of Arthur's food.
As of late, Arthur made you meals as a sign of his affections towards you. You loved how he wanted to treat you well, but... if only he could treat you in ways that didn't make you sick to your stomach. So instead, you decided that you would cook for Arthur.
You sighed. You thought about other dishes that would appeal to your boyfriend's taste. It probably served you right that he would dislike your cooking since you secretly hated his. But at the very
Overcoming Fear- EnglandxReaderAmerica sprinted back into the room where he heard a blood curdling scream. It sounded like his friend, _________, who was visiting him today. Sure enough, when he walked into the room, he found __________ curled up in a ball, eyes clenched shut and hands on her ears.
"__________? What's wrong? "
_________ kept her ears covered, so she couldn't hear him. He reached down and pulled her hands away. When she did, her attention turned to the TV and she screamed, closing her eyes and shaking like a wet dog attempting to dry itself off.
"T-that thing!" She cried, pointing to the TV
America's attention turned to the TV and he looked confused.
"Zorak? I mean sure, he's kind of a douche, but…"
"N-no… the other one…"
"…You mean, Brak?"
_________ shuddered at even the sound of his name before nodding her head. "Y-yeah…"
America burst out into a huge fit of laughter. "A-ha-ha! Dude, are you serious right now? Haven't you seen space ghost?! He's totally harmless!"
"I know that, stupid! But I
EnglandxReader: (Kissed you) Good Night
I dropped you off
Just a little after midnight
Sat in my car
Till you turned off your porch light
I should have kissed you
I should have pushed you up against the wall
I should have kissed you
Just like I wasn't scared at all
Arthur pulled up to a dark blue house. It was about 12:15 at night. The streets were empty except for a few people walking home from either a movie or the bar. He put the black car in park as he looked to the passenger seat of it. There sat a beautiful girl with [hair length/color] and she was looking to see if her parents were still awake(A/N: Sorry if your parents are dead T.T just assuming here). She then glanced back to him with her [eye color] eyes glistening in the faint moonlight that was shining into the car from his side. His heart skipped a beat. He then cleared his throat and got out and went to her side of the car. They were just getting home from dinner and a movie, their first date and so far it was going pretty well. Arthur was
It was on the battlefield when she first met the foreign nation. His green eyes glaring into her dark ones. She had in her hands a gun and he had one in his. She held a strong front but it was only to mask the pain she was in. So many of her people were losing their lives in this war and small scratches would be left upon her skin.
"I will ask you again slave where is America?" Britain glared.
"And I will answer you again Britain, I do not know." [Name]lied, a scowl on her face.
America was in pain right now and she refused for Britain to see him in his current state.
"I think I'll need to teach you your place!"
"Go ahead, make my day."
By time America walked unto the battlefield [Name] had received a bullet wounded to the leg and numerous scratches while Britain had only a few on his face.
"I want my freedom, Britain! I'm no longer a child or your little brother. For now on consider me independent!" America declared, gun
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