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HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book-Iceland!HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book-Iceland has it!
When your eyes saw Iceland, (or Emil as you called him in public) your heart instantly leaped with joy. He was carrying your diary-although you hadn't run into him after the meeting. His gorgeous, icy blue eyes looked at you, as you wished you could just kiss him on the spot. Two of the things you cared most..were right in front of you-not including friends and family.
"Here (your name)." he said, seemingly checking you out-but you didn't really notice. You were so happy you found your diary.
"Emil!" you cheeped. "Thank you!"
He gave you a slight smile, that faded as soon as he heard someone calling. From the sound of it, it was Denmark, but as the figure came closer it turned out to be Lukas. You could see the change in Emil's eyes, as he moved from you to Lukas.
"What do you want?" he asked a little vistiously.
Lukas stood in between you two, almo
"Hai (your name)?"
"Who do you like?"
"I like Itary and Germany. America is okay too." he nodded lightly.
You mouth dropped open.
"Hai?" he replied calmly, not knowing you were going to have a fit.
"I cannot rike boys (your name)-san?"
You crossed your arms and began to pout.
"Well I 'like' someone too..."
You felt something warm, and turned to see Kiku resting his head on your shoulder.
"Well I rike them..but I love you (your name)-san." giving you a soft kiss to remember.
“(Your name) what are you looking at?” Emil, the white haired Icelandic man asked, while watching his friend shuffle through random sites on the computer. He didn't have the slightest idea why she was at his house, but he didn't care. He rather her be over more than anyone else.
“Just some things to ask you..” (your name) replied, a smile appearing on her face, seeing as she found the site she wanted.
“What do you want to ask me then?” Emil replied questionably, as if ready for some super tricky math question, for something about his brother or-
“Is is true that Iceland has the strongest men and women?” she asked, causing him to rethink over the whole 'tricky math' thing. Emil took a moment to wonder why she even cared about this kind of information.
“That is said by some. But-”
“Is it true male tourists to Iceland can easily get laid?”
Emil raised an eyebrow, showing off on his 'what are you talking about' looks,
HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book-Japan!HetaliaxReader-Lost my book-Japan has it!
You were stunned to see Kiku Honda (a.k.a Japan) walking in your direction, with your diary in his grasp. You never thought he`d give it to you in person. He`d most likely give it to America or Italy to give back to you. But there he was, flesh and blood standing in front of you holding your diar in front of you.
`Here (your name)-san.` he replied, placing the diary softly in your hands, then taking a step back to keep his personal space.
`Why thank you Kiku!` you gushed, seeing as it was so thoughtful of him. `Would you like to come to my house for some tea?`
`Why...(your name)..I was about to ask you the same thing..except..in my garden.` he said, looking at you a little shyly.
You smiled at the thought of him now inviting you to go with him.
`Of course Kiku, I would love to!` you say, before walking next to him down the street.
HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book!HetaliaxReader: Lost my Book!
That's exactly what happened. You lost your precious book. But it was no ordinary book. Nono..it was your DIARY. The thing you held close, and wrote everything-and I mean EVERYTHING-and now you had gone and lost it. You searched around the whole world conference building, but to no avail. It was like it vanished into thin air.
"No no no..." you mumbled to yourself as you bit down hard on your lip. "It has to be here."
You had to find it fast..before another country picked it up and well...read all your secrets!
You remember leaving it on the table just after the meeting, you came back after speaking with England, and it was gone.
"Hey (your name)!!!!" a voice echoed through the halls. That voice belonged to America. Maybe he knew where the book was.
"Hey America!" you shouted happily back. Being nice was kay to solving things like this. "I seemed to have misplaced my book..do you know where it is?"
HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book-Norway!HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book-Norway has it!
You felt your face heat up, as Lukas Bondevik, also known as Norway, coming towards you carrying your diary. He seemed a little laid back, as he strode towards you, with his usual face-plain and unemotional.
"Hello Lukas!" you gushed seeing the diary in his arm. He didn't say anything, just handed you the book.
"Where did you find this?"
He raised an eyebrow, then grunted lightly.
"Just on the floor."
You raised both your eyebrows. You didn't remember leaving your book there. How would Lukas of all people find it anyway? You decided not to say anything, and just smiled.
He nodded his head, keeping the same face. You wished he would smile at least once. You would feel so special if he did-even just once.
You never heard him say your name the way he did. He sounded a little..nervous. Your heart became a l
HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book-Russia!HetliaxReader-Lost my Book-Russia has it!
You stood perfectly still, when you saw Russia walking towards you, with a big grin on his face, and your diary in his right hand. You didn`t even know what to say. Did he read it? Who knew.
`This is for you da.` he smiled as he handed you the diary. You looked up at him and smiled as he gave a cute-and creepy-stare.
`Thank you Ivan!` you thanked the tall Russian and clutched your book to yourself tightly.
`Your welcome, da.` he replied, and gestured you to walk with him. As you walked, you spoke about what it was like in Russia. He explained that it was always cold, and people hated eachother-quietly that is.
You took his hand as a sign of sympathy.
`Im sorry Ivan.`
`Don`t be sorry (your name). It is because of that I am a strong country.`
He pulled you into a hug.
`But I would never hurt you.`
You blushed lightly to his remark.
`I hope you wouldn`t.`
He then bent down to your l
HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book-Italy!HetliaxReader-Lost my Book-Italy has it!
You smiled to see Italy (you called him Feliciano) walking towards you, holding your diary. You were glad it's coming back to you in good hands. Italy was so sweet, and kind. You would make pasta with him when you were bored, and it was funny to watch him piss off Germany.
"Ahhh~ (your name)!" Feliciano replied, as he squeezed the book into your hands while smiling. "I have you book-a for you!"
"Thanks Feli!" you hugged the book tightly, as if it were someone you hadn't seen in a long time.
The Italian smiled, and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Do you want to go make some pasta with me?" he asked, bringing the smile back to his face. "Romano will be gone too! We can be alone.." he kind of trailed off there. Then he eased back into his happy face and dragged you back to his house without saying anything.
HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book-Denmark!HetaliaxReader-Lost my book-Denmark has it!
"Mathias?" you questioned the tall Nordic in front of you. "I don't remember seeing you after the meeting."
He shrugged his shoulders, and tossed you the book. You caught it-thinking fast. Luckily you didn't embarrass yourself.
"I found this there, I went back. Left my coat." he said-not sounding like his usual happy self.
"Okay, thank you!" you said, opening your arms a little-maybe going to get a hug. He didn't seem to notice, and turned and walked away. You gave it some thought, but then had the courage to ask.
He stopped, and looked back you.
"Want to go out tonight? For a bit?"
His lips formed a big smile.
"Would love that (your name)! See yah tonight!"
He you made your way to your house, you let out a big sigh-finally being able to tell him. You wrote in your diary many things about him, and hoped he didn't see them. Wait. You face froze-loosing a bit of c
The Hint of Nutella: Iceland and ReaderThe Hint of Nutella: Iceland and Reader:
You spread the creamy chocolate substance on the toast and handed it to your husband who actually had never had Nutella before.
You watched as he bit into it and waited for his normally blank face to perk up with delight as the heavenly substance hit his tongue.
Nothing happened. Instead he held the Nutella covered toast out to you; "I don't really like it. Do you want it?"
Your mouth dropped open. "Can you at least take another bite?"
Emil shrugged and took another bite. You waited for a rare smile one of the two reasons for this little "exercise". He ended up scowling at the toast and setting it down on the napkin. "Sorry," he said giving you a swift peck on the lips before returning to his laptop work.
A few days had passed since the "incident" and you had forgiven your husband for not liking Nutella, even if it was something you ate every morning and every time you had toast!
Now you t
Names (IcelandxReader)You blinked and poked the Icelandic.
"Hey, Emmy~ Why do you have such a weird name?" He glared at you.
"Don't call me that. What about your name, (Full Name)?" You pouted.
"Nothing's wrong with my name!"
"Nothing is wrong with my name either."
"But it's Emil Steilsson! That's just..." He shrugged.
"So?" He crossed his arms as you did too.
"Wh-whatever! It's not like...I...like it...or anything..." He turned to look at you.
"Hm?" You blushed and held out your arms.
"Can I hug you?" He almost fell on the floor.
"Wh-where did that idea come from?!" You didn't notice the blush on his face. Instead you crossed your arms again.
"I just...never mind!" You ran out of the room and plopped on your bed. "That was a stupid move..."
"No it wasn't." Two arms encircled your waist and a head buried itself into your neck. "I'm sorry. I like you but I don't know how to express it. It's okay if you don't feel the same-" You cut him off by kissing his forehead.
"I-I like you too Emil." Then you whispered,
Iceland x reader-The pocky game(fluff request) You were nervously walking over to one of the most popular boys at your school, Emil Steilsson.
~Le flashback(about ten minutes ago. Lunchtime)~
You and your friends were playing dare(taking truth out completely) and it was getting around to be your turn.
"(name)!", your best friend Nana exclaimed, excitedly. You look down, nervous about what she would have you do.
"Y-yeah", you replied.
"I dare you to ask Emil to play the pocky game with you!"
"W-what?! T-that's so not fair!"
"We're playing dare aren't we? I find it fair", Nana smirked at you, handing you a box of pocky. "So get to asking, missy"
IcelandXBlind!Reader: Blind, Brave and Beautiful(Iceland's P.O.V is maintained through out the story.)
After some encouragement from Norway, I called (Name) and asked if she wanted to meet me by the lake this evening. She's been out of the hospital for only a day, but agreed to meet me there. Because of the accident, (Name) can't see anymore.
It was scary, seeing her the first time, because when I spoke to her as she lay in the hospital bed, her gaze never directly met mine. It always seemed that she was looking beyond this world, into another one. Her eyes had paled and dulled. Yet, somehow, she still managed to keep her beauty. (Name) is beautiful. I've always thought that about her.
I plan to tell her how I feel today, because I've waited far too long.
I could've lost her that day and I'm thankful I still have her.
I adjust my collar constantly: for the first time ever it's actually bugging me. I sit on the sturdy wooden dock that comes out a few me
(request) Licorice - IcelandxReaderYou ran as fast as you could to the store. You lived in Iceland and an orphan. Your parents died when you were little, so you take care of your two younger siblings. You were 18 and struggling to survive with your brother and sister. Your sister (sister's name) was 10 and your brother (brother's name) was 7.
And you just got word that a man named Mathias had a job opening, and had asked you to help in his sweets shop. So as soon as you got wind of this, you raced off.
"M-Mathias!" You panted and he turned to you, flour covering his face.
"Ah! ___, great you finally came! Go wash up and come and help me." He ordered and nodded his head towards the back, his hair staying in the same spot.
You rushed to the back, pulling your (h/l) (h/c) into a ponytail, washed your hands and face then pulled on an apron. You hurried then back to Mathias. You knew he was the representative of Denmark.
"Ok I'm ready Mathias!-" You ran right into someone, making you both fall to the floor. You looked over a
Iceland x Reader: FamilyIt was one of those rare, peaceful moments in the Nordic house. Mathias (the loud one) and Berwald (the creepy one) were nowhere in sight. In fact, none of the other four men were. It was just you, sitting quietly and sharing some licorice with your best friend and- you guessed it- secret crush, Emil.
The two of you sat together, munching the spicy treat in comfortable silence. Emil didn't like to talk a lot, and that was just fine with you. You weren't much one for talking, either, and you actually really appreciated the mutual quiet that you two were able to share without it becoming awkward.
Then suddenly, for some reason, you remembered something that you had overheard the others talking about once. In fact, it had really been bothering you ever since. So you spontaneously blurted, "Why won't you call Lukas 'big brother'?"
Emil frowned. Apparently he wasn't a fan of spontaneous blurting. He looked down to study the thick wool socks on his feet, his brow furrowing. "Why do you ask?"
Kiss IcelandXReaderYou stared at your reflection in the mirror above your sink. You had a very, very big decision to make as your eyes followed the locks (h/l) (h/c) that framed your delicate face.
You, _______ _______, needed to figure out how to convince your best friend Emil to kiss you.
A five year old you kicked the rocks littering the path out of the way as you walked grumpily along, staring out at the dark and cold ocean from the scenic walkway of cliffs overlooking the sea. It was July, or in Icelandic Júlí. That's right, Icelandic not that you knew a lot. Only the months, how to say hello-which was fairly easy -to ask for the bathroom, and of course, how to say you're hungry. Why do you need to know those phrases in Icelandic? It's all because, you now lived in Iceland due to your father's job relocating him. It's safe to say, that even as a five year old, you had enough attitude to know for a fact that you didn't want to move. By moving from (country name) you l
IcelandxReader: You're Not Alone - Chapter 1Every single time, it concluded like this. No matter how hard you tried, the result was always the same you ended up alone.
Burying your face in your hands, you slumped down lower on the creaky wooden bench. I've really blown it this time. Mum and Dad actually kicked me out.
Heaving a great sigh, you turned your eyes upward to face the cloudy grey sky. Great. Just my luck; it looks like it'll rain soon, you griped silently, curling your fingers into fists.
Just then, a quiet voice snapped you out of your miserable thoughts.
"Hey, are you okay?" it asked, concern evident in its tone.
You could only nod dumbly as a slender man came towards you.
He had tousled silvery-white hair that swayed gently in the chilling breeze. A pair of hypnotic violet orbs peeked out from under heavy eyelids, causing you to shiver subconsciously.
"I noticed you seemed a bit down. My name is Emil. Emil Steilsson," he stated calmly, reaching out a fair hand.
You shook it, introducing yoursel
NordicsxLittle!Reader Bad Influence Norway-Age 8-
"Alright we need more food or I'm gonna die." Denmark complained it was a Sunday afternoon the sun was shining and the whole family was in the living watching (favorite show) because it was (name)'s turn to choose, the only one who had a problem with it was Iceland. Norway sighed and went into the kitchen where Denmark was and looked into the fridge he was right they were running low on food, if you didn't count all the fish Mr. Puffin had reserved for himself.
"Alright I'll go shopping, (name) you wanna come?"
"Yeah, Uncle Iceland do you wanna come too?"
"Pfff, no." He said rudely and went for the remote and changed the channel to Supernatural.
"Oh, um next time then?" Iceland shrugged his gaze never left the TV, by now everyone felt the tension between (name) and Iceland but never really addressed. (Name) would just brush it off, but it started to get her, only a little, anyway she went upstairs and came back down with her jacket and followed Norway out to the car. They arriv
IcelandxReader-Ice Ice baby.."Ice ice baby..."
You words were quiet. A little to quiet, since the poor silver haried icelandic man in front of you didn't even flinch.
"Ice ice baby..." you spoke a little louder, but still nothing.
"mmmmmm~" you hummed and began to snap to the beat of the music that was playing into your ear through your ear bud.
He turned his head back and looked into your eyes.
He turned back again, and continued to read his book.
"Ice ice baby..." the chorus came on again. This time he flinched. He liked the sound of you saying his nickname in your sweet seductive voice.
He pulled you into a heatful kiss before the chorus was over.
You didn't think you'd get his far, without a word, you bursted through the door, still singing;
"ICE ICE BABY!!"
All while a certain icelandic was following you with a happy grin on his face.
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