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Better Than Him You slumped in your seat. You were waiting for that boyfriend of yours with your friend, (f/n), hoping to go on a fun double date with her and her own man. The catch was, they were both still working. “You remember the time we first saw Ludwig? And what happened after that?” she snickered into your ear. You scoffed with a smile. How could you forget? .:Flashback:. You were working as a cashier girl in a café at the local mall. You were pretty happy the customers that came in so far that morning were also nice and happy. When the line was finally empty, (f/n), who apparently worked the same shift and station th

Better Than Him You slumped in your seat. You were waiting for that boyfriend of yours with your friend, (f/n), hoping to go on a fun double date with her and her own man. The catch was, they were both still working. “You remember the time we first saw Ludwig? And what happened after that?” she snickered into your ear. You scoffed with a smile. How could you forget? .:Flashback:. You were working as a cashier girl in a café at the local mall. You were pretty happy the customers that came in so far that morning were also nice and happy. When the line was finally empty, (f/n), who apparently worked the same shift and station th

England x Reader - Request from JackSkellington29 ~ I sat in the library, feeling absolutely annoyed. That twit, Alfred Jones, couldn't stop bothering me about how terrible my cooking was and how much he wants to be a hero. I mean, really now, you're supposed to keep quiet in the library right? Well, Alfred was obviously not aware of that. His voice was extremely loud, extremely arrogant and proud. I tried to keep him quiet before the librarian kicks us both out. I knew it was a bad idea to bring Alfred to the library. So consumed in my thoughts, I hadn't noticed that Alfred had gotten up and left in search for comic books. I finally reali

You walked down the streets, quietly and cautiously. The sun had just set, and the sky was now a light magenta color, slowly turning purple. You couldn't help but awe at the wonderful scenery. It was quite lovely, especially for it being springtime. A smile stretched out across your face as you continued to walk to your friend Alfred's house. He was expecting you for a night of playing video games and pigging out on junk food. You see, you and Alfred had been friends ever since middle school- 6th grade to be exact. You were the new kid on the block, and most of the kids at school would pick on you for being a newbie. Alfred was the only one t

You sighed, and wiped sweat from your brow. It was after closing time, yet you were still working in this little Italian restaurant. The reason for this was because your boss had seen a car pull up in the parking lot. The car belonged to a regular customer your boss had told you, but it was a customer you had never met. The customer got out of the car and you felt your face heat up. He was a very handsome man. He had reddish-brown hair and large golden-brown eyes. He walked through the door, and you quickly turned back to the dishes you were cleaning. "Ah, Ciao Feliciano!" Your boss greeted the customer in Italian. The man smiled and nodded

The warm, loving smell of homemade cookies engulfed Arthur Kirkland's body and soul through his nostrils as he followed the heavenly scent. It was almost exactly what he needed after a headache inducing day like this. The personified country of England hovered into the kitchen, where his newly wed wife, {f/n} Kirkland was baking cookies. Her luscious {h/c} hair was pulled back into a sloppy bun, and her bangs being contiously tucked behind her ears. Her {e/c} eyes were clouded over with anxiety, as if she'd been working all day. She wore a pair of Mudd jeans Alfred had gotten her, and a {birth/month} shirt. Arthur felt himself smile as he

Male!BelarusxReader Hurting for a Very Hurtful Pain What's hurting me? Why does it hurt? Why am I so hurting to hurt? Nickolai sat at on the bench. To any passing byers he was just a random person, but to the person stand next to him, He was her play-thing. Oh, it hurts, the pain's so bad Why does it hurt so bad as this? Ah, I want to tell you how much it hurts, I want you to be the only one to know He moved his hand up to his chest and grabbed it, Swallowing deeply. The pain he was feeling had came back, it had for a while now... Many doctors hadn't been able to pinpoint the cause, But he could... Oh, it's awful, so very

a/n: So.... here's another request! ^^ In this one, you have an older brother named Abel and you need to make up/add in your favorite drink form Starbucks. Enjoy! .=.=.=.=.==. "Yao! I don't understand how you manage to eat with these things!" you say, frustrated while trying to eat rice chopsticks. You concentrate with all your might and a few seconds later, you manage to pick up some rice. "Yes." You say with complete delight and happily munch on the rice. Meanwhile in the surrounding background, Yao was there trying to conceal his laugh and managed to perfectly cover it with a smile. "(f/n), you seem so happy about picking up a little

 For once in your entire life, you were actually excited for something. You had just recently moved to Tokyo, Japan because you had a passion for anime and manga. What better place to buy and learn about it than where it originated from? You still weren't used to the culture and language of the strange place, given you were (i/n) and had never once thought you would ever move away from your home. Your dream was to write and illistrate your own manga book, but that would be impossible without the right help. You hadn't met many friends yet, but the friends you did know were also interested in anime, so it made you feel more relaxed around them

"Aww come on _______!" Your friend Gilbert said. He had just asked you to come and play ping pong with him, Antonio, Francais, Alfred, and Arthur later that night. "I told you no…" you said back, but really you wanted to go. You just didn't because your crush, Antonio, is going to be there. You had a crush on him ever since the beginning of high school and since it was the last day of junior year they decided to go play ping pong at Gilbert's house. "Please ______!! There will be snacks and everything!!" Gilbert said again, giving you a puppy eye look. Knowing that he wont give up, you sighed and said "Ok…But I'm only staying for

The room was dark except for a single circle of candles illuminating the floor. A man wearing a black cloak laughed. "That Tomato Eater is going to get it. He will pay......" The cloacked man opened a small book, closed is emerald eyes, and began to chant. His voice echoed through the chamber, suddenly dark and menacing. The candles began to glow brighter, and a magic circle appeared around them. It shone brighter as the man continued to chant. "hey, ENGLAND!!!!!" A blond man opened the door, yelling loudly. The cloaked man fumbled and his concentration broke. "America! What are you-" "Suddenly, the magic circle bagan to colapse in on it

You rode your [F/C] bike down the street. It was the only thing you could do. You hope that no one could hear you as you tried to sing along to the ten minute challenge of England's "Dumbledora the Explora." "Santo, Rita, Meata, Mater, Ringo, Jonah, Tito, Marlon, Jack La Toya, Janet, Michael, Dumbledora the Explorer!" You sung in a very creepy voice as you rode your bike up and down the street. After a while you decided to got to the park to see if you'd creep anyone out by holding open a book and saying the spell. Maybe you could even summon Russia himself! Ha! ... "What in bloody hell is she doing?" A voice murmured from behind some bus

Two Guns Germany x Reader x Prussia Chapter 1 A/N- Sorry for the long wait but here is the first chapter to my first reader insert series. Also please remember to read the prologue down below Enjoy <3 You are a small country that was being raised by your father, Roderich(Austria), and your mother, Elizabeta(Hungary). You depended on both of them for almost everything since you would get ill easily. You sat on the windowsill cushion and stared longingly at the flower garden below you. Letting out an uneasy sigh, you gave a soft smile. The flowers in the garden were blooming and showing their true colors as the season was changing to

"Francis Bonnefoy?" "Yup…That's his name." "…Francis Bonnefoy?" "How I despise that name so much now. The year hasn't even started yet." "…You like him?" "…..No! Aren't you paying attention?! Why in the hell would I ever?!?" Finally, the next day came and you thought this would at least be better than the day from yesterday. The day of which where that dreadful person came into your life. You were in the library that morning talking with your friend, Natalia. Even though she was weird, creepy, and strange as everyone tells you, you were friends with her anyway. Maybe they just had to get to know her more, maybe. "Al

Exhausted and hurt, you stumbled through the mountainous terrain of your surroundings, biting your lip at every movement to prevent screaming out in pain. You were pretty sure one of your ankles was twisted, for agonising pain shot up your leg every time you put pressure on it, and several other cuts appeared over your body – it seemed as though the injuries flourished by the day! Your (h/c) locks were unrecognisable in colour through all of the dirt coating it, and they were sodden with blood from a drenched cloth covering a large gash on your forehead. Puffy and red from your tears, your (e/c) eyes stared into the soil of the ground,

You sighed to the best of your ability while having half of your face numb. You shift in your bed feeling slightly tired from the excess of drugs you had been given. The cause of this was getting your wisdom teeth removed a few hours ago. "Whopid dwugs... whopid teef..." you slurred through your gauze stuffed mouth, leaning back on the mound of pillows you were now sleeping with. You heard the door bell ring down stairs and the footsteps of your butler going to greet the visitor. You could barely hear your butler when a chorus of voices arose from the open front door. You paled. 'Please tell me that isn't who I think it is.' you thought to

"So, zhis is ze cat?" Germany held (name) in his arms, inspecting her closely. Italy bounced around him, chattering exitedly about the 'cute kitty'. "Hai. That is the cat." Japan sat under the kotatsu table, eyeing his two companions. Pochi sat to his left, yapping at the hyper Italy. Tama sat to his right, his eyes fixated on the stray. Japan found this quite intriguing, even his cat new there was something special about her. "Ve~! What a cute kitty!" Italy reached out to touch her, when she lashed out at him, obviously startled by his sudden movement. "VE~!!!! DOITSU!!!!" "Calm down, Italy. You scared her, zhat is all...." Germany sighed an

Day 1 with Russia's Sisters (November 15th, 2011) Sure, it was hell when Belarus tried to rip your eyes out. And, sure, it was complete chaos when you slammed her into the wall and clawed her face as she tried to cut you with her knife. Especially when you drew some blood and caused her cheek to bleed. But, oh you almost forgot your favorite part...when this morning, Russia came into the living room to see you and Belarus starting a cat fight THEN RUSSIA PICKED YOU UP AND AWAY FROM BELARUS, instead of greeting his two sisters. He threw you onto the couch as he made a sad look at you. "I'm sorry, my little sister Belarus is VERY protective o

You wait anxiously at the airport, biting you lip as you look up at the flight board. It tells you that the airplane from Ontario, Canada is due to arrive in a quarter of an hour, delayed by some nasty weather. You are waiting for your childhood best friend, Matthew Williams. He is the half-brother of the most annoying guy in the world, Alfred F. Jones, and he lives in Canada with his father while Alfred lives here in the United States with their mother. Al's the older one. But Matt's the sweeter one. He's so quiet and innocent and cute, and no one ever notices him…but you, of course. Every summer vacation, he comes down here for two