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 “(Reader Name), we need your help.” “Please help us (Reader Name)!” “We would greatly appreciate your assistance in our cause, (Reader Name).” Your house phone had been ringing, and you had just answered it.  You were surprised to find that your good friends Toris, Raivis, and Eduard were calling.  You had known the three men for a long time, and they occasionally called you, but you hadn’t been expecting such a sudden phone call from them.  Especially since they were asking for your help!   Of the three men, you were closest to Toris.  You had met him when you had visited Lithuania’s c

Magic TrioXSinger!Reader Magic How much worse could life get? First my parents get a freaking divorce, some guy runs over my dog, I fail my test. The only thing I had to look forward to was the talent show tomorrow. I stormed the hallways of my school, trying to get to my next class unnoticed. “Miss (l/n)? Is something wrong?” My favorite teacher asked. “Nothing I want to talk about.” “All right, I won’t push you, but I do want to tell you your little friends are looking for you.” “Great…” I continued walking down the hall hoping they won’t find me. Just please don’

No sooner had (Reader) reached the two month mark in her treatment than Feliciano started crumbling under the weight of his own illnesses. In spite of their pledge, Feliciano was fearful (Reader) would abandon him once she felt well enough to function on her own. Anxiety overtook his brain as he compensated for depression with excessive happy faces. Weeks of nightmares about his traumas as a cat alongside other nightmares about death and war demanded attention and treatment crucial for Feliciano to resume his human life. Daytime saw panic attacks and repeated breakdowns and night saw him waking up from sweating or crying until he reached the

During World War II, a maple-friendly country had made a name for themselves. Like many of the other countries, they had rough battles and devastating losses. Despite that, the country pushed through Nazi-Occupied France on a stormy June sixth, 1944. While the Americans fought in a bulge, and the British helped liberate France, this peacekeeping country went to the Netherlands and liberated them. The people finally free of Nazi rule. This country didn't just help liberate the tulip enthusiasts, they also helped hide Princess Juliana in a town known as Ottawa. As a thank you the royal family sent Canada tulip buds. Every year since 1953, th

waking up again you noticed that you were no longer by the forest, but you had woken up on a sort of make-shift bed in what looks like was some kind of hut type thing, although you still wasn’t sure. Around the ‘hut’ was a couple of chest’s against the walls and some articles of clothing lying on top of them. There were three sides of concrete walls covered in various bits a pieces, like posters and paper articles and the like and then what you could only presume was the entrance had a cloth covering the hole thing. A couple small holes in the cloth letting little bits of light into the auburn lit ‘hut’ and

Tying the end of my braid, I sigh. Today had been a very long day. For the majority of it, my friends had been pestering me about the existence of the magical folk. I, on the other hand know better, and chose to believe in reality rather than children’s fairy tales. The belief of fairies is utter nonsense, and childish at that. Stepping into my nice, warm, plush bed, I smile in content. Little did I know, as I was getting situated in my mattress, a pair of mini, ice blue eyes watch me curiously. ??’s POV: Watching the (h/c) girl before me, I can’t help but let a faint ghost of a smile cross my lips. I don’t kno

...Cantarella. His gaze, as well as hers, for that matter, seemed to set the room on fire. To such a degree, honestly, that the whole room was burning, blurring, so only the two remained. Her eyes, large and (eye color), were innocent and had no hint of recognition whatsoever. To say that didn't bother, or hurt, him would be a lie. And yet, unknown to her, he played it off. Captured in a gaze My mind in a haze Locked inside this never ending maze It was she who approached, as he had no intentions to. He was looking, and then looking away, and then looking again. It even almost appeared he tried to casually slip away as she walked up to h

  It felt like your body was bobbing slightly and as if someone were holding you in their arms. Opening your (e/c) orbs, you noted that someone was carrying you on their back through the dark night.   Letting out a painful moan, you tried to catch the carrier's attention. His head turned slightly, making his face more definable. His skin was rather fair, kissed by the sun, his cheeks flushed from exhaustion. The man's eyes were a creamy, caramel brown and his hair messy and chocolate-colored.   "Ikinalulungkot ka gising..." He whispered softly, his warm cheek pressing against yours,"You're awake..."   "Y-Yea..." You whi

“(Y/n)! You like totally should try this dress on. It would look fabulous on you!” Turning around from the rack of dresses I was currently examining, I look at my friend Feliks. He was currently holding out a knee length, puffy pink dress. It was a light shade of pink, ranging in the color wheel between rose and mauve. It was strapless, with a heart shaped front piece. Around the waist was a light an ivory sash. It truly was beautiful. Walking up to him, I take the outfit from his grasp and head over to one of the changing rooms. Once inside, I proceed to change into the dress. Examining myself in the mirror, I smile in conte

Sometimes I wish my kids didn't have such a big mouth. Augustus, my father and by extension, their grandfather, and his wife were visiting us for the holidays. The kids loved him; as did I. But of course, since we didn't see them very often, there was a lot of catching up for us to do. And unfortunately, for my children, the most embarrassing memories were the ones that got told. For the most part, they tattled on each other, like Antonio teasing Feliciano for not knowing where the Korean war was fought, Or Feliciano mocking  Lovino for the way he sleeps with his feet uncovered because he feels like the blankets suffocate his feet. Hell, m

                                                              In the Snow I Saw You: Russia x Reader   The snow outside your office window fell gently, lining windows with a silvery flecks and covering the city in a blanket of white. You looked out and smiled.   Russian winters were always beautiful.   The clock in the corner of the room showed the time: 6:20 P.M. You should be heading home, you told yourself, but something made you want to stay longer. You still had some paperwork to finish, and the idea of stepping out into the bitter cold disheartened you.   By the time you looked back up at the clock, it was already 8.   You pus

Get away for a while Here I am out on my own again Won’t blame it on myself Yeah I’ll blame it on the weatherman CONTENT ADVISORY: Brief innuendo, graphic depictions of a verbal fight, graphic depictions shattered dishes and glasses, mentions of blood, implied accident “One last step before I finally get out of this damn gown,” (Reader) said, ducking into the backseat of Bonnie’s car. The Suburban lent itself well to doubling as a dressing room for Bonnie’s Disney Princess party business, allowing performers to change immediately after performances came to a close. Under the seat hatches were reserved for

 A lone figure stood on a beach.  He felt the sand between his feet. Cold ocean waves crashed down onto his legs. He looked down at the bubbly water and giggled happily.  He loved swimming and playing in the ocean, despite the water being relatively cold around this time of year.  It would become warmer soon though, so he was looking forward to that. He was a small child, with un-kept dark brown hair, with a little curl sticking to his side.  His eyes were bright brown and they sparkled mischievously. Suddenly, he noticed something in the clear azure water he was standing in.  A little fish was swimming in the water, nibbling at his feet.

 “Peter!” The young boy turned around at the sound of his name––only to be tackled by his friend. “_____!” he said as he attempted to sit up. “You’re supposed to hide when you play Hide-and-Seek!” The ten-year-old beamed at the twelve-year-old below her. “But I missed you!” Peter couldn’t help but laugh at her innocence, and he patted her head. “Alright. How about we go inside?” “Okay!” _____ got to her feet, along with Peter, and headed inside. “Hiya, little dudes!” said Alfred as the two walked into the living room. He sat

I turned the key in the lock and opened the door. To my horror, I saw my friend, Antonio, lazily sitting on my couch. Observing the surroundings, I immediately noticed the mess he made. There was a pile of crumpled papers beside him, and it looks like he's too preoccupied with what he's writing to see and hear me open the door. Didn't I tell him to keep my house clean while I'm gone? As quiet as possible, I tiptoed to the back of the couch. Once I stood behind him, I peeked at what he's currently scribbling. With my eyes widened, I realized that he's actually writing a letter. It's not just any kind of letter, it's a love letter! But, ther

Meatballs. It was that time of year; meatballs were made all the time in Sweden's house. _____ was now in the kitchen and was getting ready to dump the meat into a bowl. "What’re you doing?" Sweden asked behind you causing his wife to jump in fear. "I'm making meatballs." You looked at your husband who seemed to look at you with a "why" expression. (Or at least that's what you thought.) "Because you always do things for me, so I thought it would be nice to return the favor." You continued blushing lightly.  Sweden was surprised, (though his face didn't show it.) He didn't know about what he did for you. The flowers he "finds", the

"Carry me," you demanded. "Excuse me?" Vash stated as he turned to face you. "Carry me," you repeated. "No thank you," he scoffed as he continued to trek. "Why not!" you whined. "My feet hurt!" Vash had though it would've been a wonderful idea to trek through a mountain today. Lucky for you it wasn't one from his native country or Switzerland. Instead it was a small inclined slope. Barely even classified as a mountain. About half way up it, you decided to see how long Vash's patience would last. "You're acting like a spoiled brat," he insulted as he turned to face you. "I know you are but what am I?" you childishly stammered. "Now you

You Broke My Mistletoe TurkeyxReader "Buon Natale, (F/n)!" Feliciano greeted you as he walked through the door. He was tightly bundled in many layers of winter clothes, while the tall German behind him only had a few. Grinning, you embraced the small Italian and placed a light kiss on both of his cheeks. "Merry Christmas, Feli," you said warmly, "And Ludwig." The giant man leaned down so you could peck his cheek as well. The German blushed and mumbled something along the lines of, "Frohe Weihnachten." Still smiling, you stood by the door and greeted each guest as they shuffled in. Many languages saying "Merry Christmas" filled your e

"(F/n)." "Mama." "You're up past your bedtime." "So are you." Ukraine, your mother, laughed. "I don't have a bedtime anymore!" "Then why do I have one?" you said, pouting adorably. "Because you're too young. When you get older, you can stay up later." "But-" "If you go to bed now, I'll sing 'Котику Cіренький'1 for you." You looked up sharply. That was your favorite lullaby from your childhood. You wanted to stay up late, but you wanted your mother to sing to you, too. You could only have one… You looked at your mother and held up your arms, silently