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Historical Hetalia 3I encourage you to watch them in full screen, especially the first one. ^^
What I like about this video is that they mention a lot of important dates for many different countries: 1789: the French Revolution, 1315: Battle of Morgarten between Switzerland and Austria, 1830: Belgian Revolution, 1907: Romanian Peasants' Revolt, 1409: Poland & Lithuania against the Teutonic Knights, Waterloo: France against the Seventh Coalition: UK, Prussia, Netherlands, and different German states (Hanover, Nassau, Brunswick) who won,
Battle of Agincourt (1415) during the 100 years war: France VS England (England won), Poitier: another 100 years' war battle, the War of the Roses (1455 - 1487) was a series of dynastic wars for the throne of England, The Battle of Stalingrad (1942) was a major battle of World War II in which Nazi Germany and its allies fought the Soviet Union for control of the city of Stalingrad (now Volgograd) in the south-western Soviet Union, and many more
Historical Hetalia 2I discovered this while looking for other Historical Hetalia videos. What makes it interesting is that they use the actual voice actors! (at least I think it's the original voice actors... But maybe it's just really good fan-made voice actors. XD)
Historical Hetalia 3
Why State OC's as America's Children is AnnoyingThis isn't something I hate or dislike. When I'm annoyed about something, it comes out as an idea I do love and see potential to, but then get frustrated when seeing it wasted. I feel the same way about a Revolutionary War fic, but that's another topic. This one I want to talk about is the idea of America having children OC states. How it goes is that America is a father with 50 state personas as his own children, whether adopted or blood. I'm sure you've heard of this cliché.
I see a lot of potential in this and, when I first heard about it, I was squealing at the idea of America being a father of 50 children that are personas of each state of the country. I was already imagining the backstories, the history of each state, the different personalities, the relationships, their accents, perhaps even each of their jobs. It was such a wonderful and splendid idea, only to be disappointed and annoyed when I realized how much potential was being wasted.
First off, it's the characters th
Valentine's Day (Canada's Ending)
As if being recognized was a completely bizarre scenario for him, the said Canadian jumped in his winter boots, his stance going rigid. Although your exclamation had managed to frighten the poor blonde, as soon as the cogs started working in that well-oiled machine of his, he soon broke into a gentle but affectionate smile, most likely relieved to simply have a master to the serf.
“O-oh, hello! I hope I didn’t come at a bad time...?” Canada muttered softly, his meek personality trying to bite back all the stutters in his utterance.
Shaking your head, you tried to ease the North American with a sweet twinkle, hoping to calm down the nerves he’d always have when talking to others. It didn’t matter how long he knew you for, he’d forever have this undying shyness in him that you could never dismiss from him around you no matter your efforts.
“No, no, it’s always a pleasure to have you,&
Hero or Doofus? | 1p America and 2p America
1p!America x Reader x 2pAmerica
Something was wrong, very wrong. Alfred would usually sleep in on weekends, especially when throughout the whole week was the World Meeting. Not only were these extremely long and boring, but they often made him tired, to the point where he could 'sleep a century and still be tired' (his words, not yours).
It's because of this you would let him sleep in until eleven, and then you'd wake the grumbling mess since 'if you don't wake up now, you won't get any sleep tonight'. He would grumble and moan but get up anyway, following after you like some tired little puppy and you'd place an extremely-strong coffee in front of him to help wake him up. As he sipped on the coffee, you'd do some lunch and then you'd both eat that, talking (you) and listening (Alfred...sort of).
You'd do this every weekend (even the weeks without the World Meeting), and nothing's ever changed. It began when you two started dating, and has never ended (hopefully, like your relat
How could you betray me? | Cheater!America
...And expect me not to feel a thing
Cheater!America x Reader
Warning: past abuse, abusive relationship
Alfred had saved you, you remember that. You remember running through the snow, the ice chilling your bare feet to numbness. You remember your breath coming in short puffs, appearing as smoke in front of your face. You remember the panic swelling up inside of you, urging you further. You remember trying to hurry but every once in a while, you had to slow down, to catch your breath and each time you did so, you feared for your life. You rarely sneaked a glance over your shoulder but when you did, you'd see the muscled figure of him.
It was night time but in this part of the neighbourhood, one or two street lamps weren't working. This meant not only did you have to trudge for darkness and snow, you couldn't see him properly, which terrified you even more. You needed to see him, to know where he was. You couldn't a
Lithuania X Reader New TenantLithuania X Reader New Tenant
A taxi pulls up to s building. A man steps out into the snow. He has short brown hair and lime green eyes. He is wearing a brown coat with black pants and boots. He pulls a paper out of his pocket and looks at it.
“This is the place” he says
The driver helps him get his bags from the trunk.
“Thank you” the man says paying the driver and watches him drive away
He turns around and examines the building. It is an apartment complex. Eight apartments in total, four on each side, four on the first floor and four on the second. There are stairs outside the lead up to each apartment which are all labeled. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the cold winter air and goes to the front entrance. Inside it is nice but not too fancy. There is a nice carpet with snow from the outside and a closet for guests to put their coats. He takes off his boots and coat and just as he steps off the carpet a woman enters. She ha
Curse | Teen!Canada and Teen!Dead!America
Teen!Alfred & Mother!Reader & Teen!Matthew
"I understand how much you don't want to do this, but it's the only way." You can still remember him saying, remember the emotionless tone he used, the way his eyes were completely void of emotion. You could still remember when the emotionless machine in front of you was once a child, a lively child who refused to let even the darkest of times dampen his light.
You couldn't help but wonder what had happened to that boy. Still, you assumed he could change; 'just an awkward phase', you had tried to tell yourself, but then...then he died, and instead of the typical words, he uttered those words as his last. It was like his dying wish, and you felt almost obliged to carry it out. You never expected your little boy to suggest such a thing, especially when it concerned his dearest brother. Alfred was as protective of Matthew as you were of the both of them; he wouldn't
Breaking the Rules| Child!Canada and Child!AmericaChild!America & Mother!Reader & Child!Canada
You expected it from Alfred because, well, he was Alfred. He was the prankster, the troublemaker, and no amount of detentions and groundings would make him stop. He was also the eldest of the two, which meant not only was he trying to impress his younger brother all the time, but he was also very protective of him, and often you'd pick them up only to be told of Alfred's 'heroic adventures of saving his little brother from the villains'.
You would shake your head, scold him and give him a grounding, but you would secretly be proud of your son, always making sure to shoot a soft smile in his direction to let him know you weren't angry...much.
Matthew, however, not so much. He was quiet, shy almost and often was the one you'd find more often than not in the library, his nose stuck in a book while his mind was off in a wonderfully imaginative adventure. Matthew was peaceful, Alfred was not. Matthew never got in trouble, Alfred al
Dark!Stalker!EnglandxReaderx2pEngland - Part 1Knight in Neon Pink Armour
With a sigh you flipped the sign to on the door to ‘Closed’ and locked the front door. Your boyfriend and co-owner of the bakery, Oliver Kirkland, had headed home early, leaving you to finish dealing with the customers for the last hour of the day. You didn’t mind, but this past hour had gone so slowly you couldn’t believe it. Oliver had been insisting all week that he ‘had a surprise for you’, but refused to give you any more information.
“I’ll find out when I get home” you said to yourself for the eighth time that afternoon. Turning from the door, you set about cleaning the bakery of all the discarded wrappers. You mopped the floors afterwards and returned to the kitchen to clean up whatever mess remained in there, not noticing the pair of emerald eyes that watched your every move.
Once you were finished, you headed out the back door, making sure to lock up behind you before heading towards
NorwayxReaderxFinland - Jealousy and FeathersThe knock on the door echoed through the almost empty house. Its single occupant, Tino, personification of Finland, slowly made his way to the door. He opened it with his usual smile on his face, but it was a mask.
“Hey Lukas, what are you doing here?” the Finnish man asked nervously.
“I know that you’ve been a bit down the past few days, so I brought you something to cheer you up”, Lukas answered as Tino let him in. That’s when Tino noticed the large object that Lukas had been holding behind his back.
“Lukas, what is that?”
“I brought it to keep you company” Lukas placed the object on the table as he spoke, earning a screech from inside it. He pulled the blanket away to reveal a golden bird cage, inside which sat a snowy owl on a perch. The owl opened its eyes and sent a glare in Lukas’s direction, but then looked at Tino.
“She’s got a few injuries from a scuffle with Mr Puffin, but she’s fine other th
APH Armies and Hunters CH1Armies and Hunters
A/N Hey! just wanted to say that this is my first ever time actually putting time and effort into something like this.
So if this sucks, it's because I'm new to this. If you see anything you think could be changed, please give me feedback!
I hope you enjoy reading this though!!!
War, famine, battles, falling stars and rising darkness. Dark times fell upon the Athrose, there seemed to be no end to the chaos and destruction. But it was prophesised that when the stars began to fall, two of the brightest stars would shine down with all the rage and courage of the Nymphs, powerful enough to overthrow humanity.
Athrose, an ancient nation of magic and power, was not always at war with itself. There was once a time when all eight confederacies lived harmoniously and peacefully. These eight confederacies are: The Enigmus confederacy, composed of Fire Nymphs, Aquara, composed of Water
Knock-Me-On-My-Ass Medication ( APH SpaMano )I’m dying. Holy fuck, I’m going to die.
I don’t want to die. Please God, please don’t let me die here, I want to be in my bed, I want to die in my bed, I don’t want to die here and everything hurts and I’m going to die.
That’s a fucking angel. That’s an angel about to welcome me to the fucking—front part of heaven. With the door. The door of heaven.
“I don’t want to die,” I said.
“What?” the angel asked, sounding concerned. Fucking nice of that angel, being all sympathetic and nice as he’s welcoming me to heaven. I really don’t want to die.
“I don’t want to die,” I repeated, louder. “Please, God.”
It hurt to talk.
“Ah, don’t cry, Lovino! You’re okay.”
This angel didn’t seem to comprehend what I was saying to him. It’s not okay. I am dying. I am even, probably, already fucking dead.
It's Basically Oatmeal ( APH Nordics )It was four in the morning—way too fucking early for Emil to be up. Every fiber of his tired, little being wanted to crawl back into bed and ignore the rest of the world for the day.
Of course, that’s how Emil usually felt. But he especially felt that this today. He should have bought the Taser.
It was still dark at this terrible time of day. He squinted as he picked his way through the room, toeing over mounds of clothing. He hit the door sooner than he would have thought, and he knee knocked against the wood.
For three long minutes, every cell in his body was alert for the sound of footsteps.
But—so far, so good. Emil jiggled the handle, eased the door open.
The hallway was darker than his room. He squinted, biding his time. He’d rather spend time waiting for his eyes to adjust than to trip over something and wake the whole house. So, Emil counted his breaths.
Out of the gloom, a lumpy shape.
What the fuck?
HetaliaxReader - Seasons EpilogueIt was two months before you returned to what you once called home.
In those two months there had been a lot of learning, many fights and as many reconciliations. But what could anyone really expect from eleven different spirits living under the same roof? No fighting would be a miracle, especially considering that they considered each other siblings by this point. Or spouses, but you had quickly learned not to go there after it started so many fights.
Well, the majority of them had actually been started by Feliks, given that he was a ‘romance’ spirit and he kept trying to get them to admit their relationships…that really never went well.
Once the fights were sorted, you got down to learning and you finally learned how to use your powers to travel. Hence visiting the couple who took you in (Feliks had been helping make them a couple when you were given to them, from which point he became your guardian) to say your goodbyes and end your ‘human life’.
HetaliaxReader - Seasons Chapter 4Those explanations were actually fairly complex. You discovered this while you were sitting in what appeared to be an already established meeting house for the elder season spirits, obviously theirs because there were multiple marks on the walls. Scorch marks, never-melting icicles stuck to the walls at odd angles, weird green patches of vines and orange or red maple leaves that had obviously been used as projectiles and left embedded in the walls.
“So, like, wait a minute. You guys are full spirits now?”
“Apparently they triggered it when they were reunited, which is cool, because now we don’t have to hide anymore” Matthias, who was an air spirit of some persuasion, answered Feliks. Your ‘Guardian spirit’ had yet to explain quite what he was for some reason, because it had been lost within the babble of conversation that had followed the revelation.
“Hold on, if everyone else has a Guardian spirit, why doesn’t Emil?” Alfred q
HetaliaxReader - Seasons Chapter 3“I don’t know if this is such a good idea Iggy,” Alfred started.
“Would you stop calling me that!” the spring spirit in question snapped. Arthur looked to the summer spirit for a few seconds; sending him an intimidating glare before he turned back to the younger spring spirit.
“It’s the best idea we’ve had so far” Matthew pointed out to his twin.
“Yeah, but we don’t know if they’ll be able to handle it” Alfred continued, gesturing to the younger spirits. Said younger spirits rolled their eyes at Alfred’s remark.
“We can only try it” Emil repeated for the third time that morning.
“Are you sure you want to?” Francis asked. “There is a chance it could kill you.”
“We would have been dead many years ago if you hadn’t given us some of your powers in the first place, increasing that power shouldn’t do too much harm” Tino reminded his fellow winter spi
HetaliaxReader - Seasons Chapter 2“No. He’s not going back, not without me” you protested. Lukas, Emil and Tino had stayed nearby for a week after the ball, but now it was time for them to return to their homes. Lukas and Emil had left earlier in the day, but now it was Tino’s turn to go.
“(F/n), I’m sure we can arrange somet-“
“No” you cut your ‘mother’ off. “I’ve been separated from Tino and my friends long enough. Either they stay here or I’m going with Tino and joining them.”
“Oh you’re all going to leave together, I’m here to make sure of that” A new voice announced and everyone froze in place. You glanced to Tino and got the same look in reply. The voice was familiar to him too.
“After all, you weren’t exactly quiet when you were playing with your powers last night and in doing so you’ve saved me the trouble of doing something drastic to bring out your powers” the voice continu
2p!Switzerland x male!reader- Colors of the worldYour girlfriend Nancy was snugly wrapped around your arm as you were walking her to class. You've been dating Nancy for a little more than a month now. When you first met her two years ago, you thought she was the prettiest, coolest, yet nerdiest thing there was and wanted nothing more but a kiss from her. Nowadays, all you wanted was for her to find something wrong with you so she'd leave you.
Nancy was cute; there was no denying that. She was just so...affectionate. Whenever people were around, she'd be right by your side, snuggling up to you and kissing your cheek. Whenever a girl would even look in your direction, she'd give your hand a little squeeze. She'd do it so often, that by the time the day's over, you'd have to just lay your hand down on it's own pillow with some ice and just let it relax for awhile.
She was also very overprotective of you. If a girl even asked you for directions, you yourself could feel Nancy just glaring at the poor girl. You would never cheat on her or
2p!America x male!reader- Different(part 11)You sat down next to Dyah and Al, "Let me see if I still remember..." you played the same song, just a more complex version.
"Whoa! Whoa! You didn't show me how to play like that!" Dyah complained.
"You wasn't ready, sis," you laughed, "Give me another one."
"Oh! Oh! Play this one!" Dyah bounced some before starting the lyrics of the song she wanted you to play, "It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off."
"Oh! It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off!" Nancy and Al joined her as you figured out how to play it. "So, what you saying, hoe? You know I'm the man, hoe. You ain't nothing but a bird, I'm a leave you where you stand, hoe. Heard you got a man, hoe. Hope he understand though. You ain't nothing but a creeper. Baby, I'm just saying though." you really showed out playing the song and it was real fun for you to figure out the beat and specialize it a bit. The four of you were partying like you were in the club. Tyler was trying his best to keep up and dance along with you guys, even thou
Vietnam x Male!Reader: Birthday Memories
“Vietnam! Vietnam! It’s me, (Male name)! Where are you?” You shouted as you walked down one of the beaches in Vietnam, looking for your Asian friend, who couldn’t be found anywhere you looked.
Sand was starting to get into your shoes as you could feel the grains crushed on the bottom of your socks as you walked whilst the gentle breeze blew your (hair colour) locks slightly. The sun was blaring brightly with passion, sending its warm rays down to the people of the earth, but not enough for them to drown in their own sweat. Your nose could smell the gentle scent of seawater as it crashed against the yellow shores, wetting the once dry land. All around you was the beautiful, pure, yellow colour of the sand on the ground, bringing out the breathtaking light blue colour of the water that softly moved, making small waves thanks to the refreshing breeze of the day.
People all around you, regardless of who they were, what they looked like and if they were touris
The New World Belarus x Bullied! Reader Part.12Natasha sat on the couch quietly, book in hand, reading. The platinum blonde haired girl was at peace, she thought as she sighed contently. She felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted off of her. A weight that had left as a new weight had been added. A weight around her ring finger. The weight of a ring given to her by (Name).
She tried to count the days she had wished for a ring to be on her finger, but she had lost count over so many years. Natasha was just so happy that the ring was given to her by you, and not by anyone else. For she knew that no one would love her any more than you or that she would love anyone more than she loves you.
"Nattie~, honey? Where are you?"
You called out from the other room.
"Coming." She replied, pulled from her thoughts. She hurried to the other room, a bedroom that you shared, as she had long ago left the guest room behind. Natasha rushed in to find you hunched over drawers full of clothes, in nothing but a towel wrapped around your body.
I had gone out to watch the cherry blossom tree, for spring is one of my favorite seasons. I enjoyed lying underneath its branches and watch the tiny little petals fall to the ground.
I breathed softly, syncing with Mother Nature, as I laid against the trunk and fell asleep, snoring softly.
“So beautiful,” I thought as I continued to nap peacefully.
I felt a petal fall on my nose, which caused me to sneeze so soft but very loudly .
“Excuse me but are you alright,” I heard someone ask.
I opened my eyes lightly, to see a girl with beautiful brown hair, looking at me with concern.
“He…He..Hello,” I said, shyly.
“Hello there,” She replied, cheerfully.
I looked at her with confusion and curiosity. I was actually surprised of how she didn’t freak out when she saw my ears or what’s even worse is calling me a freak.
“What’s your name,” She asked, snapping me out of my confused thoughts.
A Day to be Remembered||Nyo!Belarus x Preg!Reader
Nikolai Arlovski was, as far as (Y/N) was concerned, an odd boy. One moment he could be the sweetest gentleman in the world, smiling that beautiful smile of his that broke and mended millions of hearts all over the world. He could wrap you up in his surprisingly strong embrace and squeeze you, not too tightly but just enough to know he was there, he will always be there.
But then there were times where he was colder, harsher in a way. Of course he was never to you. (Y/N) was his beloved wife, truly the only one who hadn't been scared and had actually dug deeper, choosing instead to love and care for him for who he was, obsessive love and all that ignored. So, he would never hurt you. Never. No, instead, when he was in one of those moods, he chose to be indifferent and completely avoid you, always afraid he'd do or say something he'd regret (despite the calm protests from yourself that they both knew he'd never do that).
Reader x Male!Belarus - Never AloneReader x Male!Belarus – Never Alone
“Vell, (Name). Vhat do you vish to do?”
You glanced around the room at each of the countries, who in turn kept their full attention on you. Out of so many countries, how did they even expect you to be able to pick just one to go with? You wanted to go with all of them if you had the chance. You wanted to visit every country, and see what each had to offer in terms of culture, entertainment, and lifestyles. You would even go with France or Prussia as long as they sworn to never try to flirt with you overly much.
However, while you eyes scanned around the room, you began to feel a strange aura coming from your right. Looking over, your face paled to see Russia's closed eyed smile and his purple aura surrounding him. Poor China was sitting right next to him and was probably feeling the full brunt of the unpleasant aura. Although, why on earth would Rus
Travel Guides (Male!Belarus x Reader)Why do I do this to myself?
Here you were, standing in front of the reference section shelf, gazing upon the array of books that focused on various cultures from around the world. You picked one, quite thick yet small in size, about Russia. You moved further down, tracing to other shelves before you picked out one about Belarus. You smiled fondly as you took in the book you loved oh-so-dearly, before moving away you walked towards a desk, one situated by the window where you can overlook the scenery.
Although it had been a long time since you’ve been to the library, you absolutely had no idea what you wanted to read. By the time you had reached the section with the references you had taken books on Russia and Belarus from, you suddenly felt not as happy as earlier. The wonderful afternoon you had planned out had led you back to what you’ve been trying to get out of your mind.
You looked at the book on Russia, before sighing to yourself. You opened it, browsing throug
2p! Yandere! Italy x Reader RQ (5): Quando a Roma
5. Quando a Roma, segreti si trovano a porte chiuse
Request by: @Sakura7773
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Last Part: 2p! Yandere! Italy x Reader RQ (4): Quando a Roma
`Luciano dashed like a stuntman jumping over fences and ascending balconies. He jumped of each guardrail until he made his way to the very top. What he saw however made his heart stop.
Whoever the sniper was, they had stolen you away. All you saw was the flash of your (hair color) hair and the dark figure of your kidnapper. They jumped off the roof, ran across the shingles of the adjacent building, slipping away into the nearest open door.
“(NAME)!” Luciano called your name, stopping at the balcony of your hotel room.
2p! Yandere! Italy x Reader RQ (4): Quando a Roma
4. Quando a Roma, guardare per amore pozione
Request by: @Sakura7773
Photos from Google and here: 2p!Italy
Last Part: 2p! Yandere! Italy x Reader RQ (3): Quando a Roma
NSFW, because Luciano is one sexy bastard....
His eyes sparkle red as the evidence scattered onto the lacquer cherry wood table. A devilish chuckle resulted followed by a scoff of disappointment.
“Don’t look at me like that, fratello.” He smirked. “I blame the dreaded curl…”
His brother sighed and then let himself laugh. “Buon lavoro. At least you didn’t portarla a letto…”
He chuckled deviously. “About that…”
“Tell me you didn
2p! Yandere! Italy x Reader RQ (3): Quando a Roma
3. Quando a Roma, gli uomini sono furbo e romantica.
Request by: @Sakura7773
Photos from Google and here: 2p!Italy
Last Part: 2p! Yandere! Italy x Reader RQ (2): Quando a Roma
There must have been something in the pasta because you had a good night’s sleep. You were expecting a wake-up call from Luciano and for some strange reason you had no hesitation to answer it.
“Buongiorno (Name)!” Such a cheery voice this early in the morning, like he didn’t sleep.
“Good Morning.” You yawned. “I think today’s a good day for that tour…” You told him, feeling strangely free and happy-go-lucky.
Luciano chuckled, and for a second you thought it was rather dark. “Grazie. When would
Demon!2PCanadaxReader - Odd Angel (Gift)Demon!2PCanadaxReader – Odd Angel (Gift)
It was just one of those days.
You had known it the moment you rolled out of bed this morning with the song ‘I’ll be there for you’ – most commonly known for its use as the theme tune for Friends – playing on the radio. It was normally one of those days when that song woke you up.
Your kettle losing all power midway through boiling your morning coffee had confirmed it. It was at that point you should have decided to pull out of the hiking trip that you’d planned with your friends, but you hadn’t done so.
Now you were sliding down a muddy hill, having gotten separated from your friends in the process of being chased by a bear, and you had no way of stopping yourself. You just hoped there wasn’t a broken tree waiting to impale you at the bottom. That hope, like all of the others you’d had today, was dashed as you caught sight of the tipping tree at the bottom of the hill. It was le
2P F.A.C.E x Inu! Wolf! Reader: Wasting time (RQ)
“Oh dear! Oh dear no no no.” You watched the usually cheery Brit run back and forth in the kitchen. Your (fur color) tail swayed slowly side to side as you watched him.
“What’s Freckles doing?” Al asked walking up behind you with Matt.
“All I can get is something that he doesn’t want.” You told him before the strawberry blond haired Brit sat in the middle of the kitchen floor as he curled his knees up to his chest and groaned almost into a weep. “Um Oliver?” You asked walking up to the Brit and sat on your knees beside him. “What are you so worked up about?”
“Oh Poppet it’s horrible. It’s the most dreadful thing I can think of.” You heard him said as he looked at you.
“You got more freckles?” Al asked as you shot him a look.
“Not in the slightest, no.” Oliver told him as he sighed. “Mr. Ruster, the man that owns the building where my bakery is, was going to do a
2P!AmericaX2p!readerX2p!Canada. Oh Brother! "(NAME!)" You opened your eyes lazily and pulled the covers over your head. Five more minutes. You were having such an awesome dream. It had Chris Hemsworth in it. (He looks good/sexy without his shirt off!)
"What, f***tards?"You growled.
"Your late!" Somebody pulled the covers off.
"And today is training." The other person pulled your pillow from underneath you.
"It's Saturday." You moaned and curled into a ball.
"It's your birthday, sis."
"Don't make me get Kuma."
"Do your worst." You rolled over and fell asleep. "It's my damn birthday." you grumbled.
"Tickle her?" The brunette suggested.
"Nah, you got your a** whooped by her last time." The blonde male said. "KUMA!" He yelled.
Soon your door was broken down by a huge, white polar bear.
"THE F***!" You sat up startled. "ALRIGHT! I'LL GET READY!" You s
2p!child!America x reader x 2p!child!Canada-SitterPlease, make sure you have time to read this before you start >w< It is long as hell and has a shit load of cuss words and some stuff sexually said, nothing done, but probably still not suited for the average child XD Enjoy~!
You, a seventeen year old, were one of the 'best' babysitters in your city. Parents would almost literally throw money at you to babysit their kids. The reason for the quotes around the word best is because, you weren't that good. You didn't even like kids, but it did pay. That was all that mattered.
Those who truly knew you, would call you a troubled teen. You didn't believe that though. You felt that others thought, just because you weren't clean cut and perky, that you were troubled. You weren't. Sure, you might stay out late, cussed out a few adults before, and have a drink or two with friends. You didn't think those were grounds to call you troubled. Your parents thought you were fine.
Their names were Tino and Berwald. You thought you t
My Baby|2P!England x Child!Reader x 2P!America
Entering the house, you yawned as you placed your bag pack beside the the sofa in the living room. You went to a math tutor who kind of destroyed your little brain by giving a lot of questions to solve. As you were about to lay on the sofa, you heard a faint voice from the kitchen. Assuming that it was your father, you got up and head towards the kitchen but stopped when you heard Allen's voice. You took out your camera from your pocket and started to record.
"Look at you! All grown up!"
"You were so cute when you were young~!"
"Come! Give me a hug~"
As soon as you heard that, you rushed beside the kitchen and pecked in.
Allen hesitated at first but eventually stood up from the table and hugged Oliver. Oliver hugged back and stroked the American's brown hair, "Be a good boy, my baby", Oliver whispered.
You covered your mouth to avoid laughing out loud but then you couldn't hold it when Allen said that he'll try.
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