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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.
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.
“(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,
GreecexReader-When I grow up"Hey (your name)."
You turned to look at your old pal Heracles,(also known by others as Greece)who was also your secret crush. You admired him in many ways, and there was only one way you could get his attention the most. Cats.
"What is it?" you asked kindly, as you turned away from the view in front of you to your friend next to you.
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
You tried not to laugh, and covered your mouth in a way making it look like you were about to cough instead of laugh.
"But..we're kinda already grown up aren't we..?"
He shrugged, continuously staring at the view.
"I guess so. Just answer the question."
Without hezitation-also knowing it would get his attention-and blurted out:
You turned and gave you a look surprized look-pinkn dusting his cheeks-as if he was picturing you in a sexy cat costume with matching ears and tail begging him to 'suggle' with him.
"I said a kitty."
Your friend looked back to the view.
At first, you took this t
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-China!HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book-China has it!
"(Your name) aru!!" ou heard China call. China had your book! He was waving his long sleeve chinease shirt-thing, and flashed you the book. You smiled brightly, and thanked him for having returning your book. It wasn't harmed or damaged in any way-of course know China wouldn't do anything to hurt it. You two stood there for a moment in silence.
"Yes Yao?" you called him Wang Yao, or just Yao in public instead of China.
"Would you like to go see fireworks tonight with me?" he asked.
"You don't even have to ask!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Skipped to tonight~~~~~~~~~~~~
You put on a nice pink/red shirt with a few designs on it. You smiled. You hoped Yao would like it too. You heard the door knocking. You took a deep breath, and raced to the door before any of your family could get it. There he was. Yao smiled and bowed.
ChinaxReader-Princess of ChinaChinaxReader: Princess of China
Finally the day arrived! The day you were going to audtion at (name of theatre you like) for a part in their newest play `Princess of China`. You wanted mostly the part of the princess, because you knew your crush and best friend Wang Yao, was playing the king. He wanted you aswell to gain the part of the princess, because he didn`t want to be stuck with someone he didn`t know.
You finished dressing, and raced out the door to meet Yao. He was meeting you nearby, so you two could talk about the play. You were only supposed to say a few lines, and Yao was already chosen, but he thought some cheering on would do some help.
`Start from the beginning aru.`he said, as you flipped through the pages of your small script.(it`s only a starter script) You cleared your throat and read the words alloud.
`My dear king, I am but a poor servant girl. I am no princess. Why shall you choose me?`
Yao looked away from you and said.
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
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"
Iceland x Sick!Reader (Request)"Ice?" you called out to your boyfriend Emil, who was squeezing a towel dry, cold water dripping into the bucket below it, before placing the towel on your forehead. You called him 'Ice' because he was Icelandic. (Duh XD)
"Yeah?" he asked, waiting for you to continue talking.
"Thanks for coming over to take care of me." you manage to say, before letting out a loud sneeze.
"No problem." he replied.
'As straightforward as ever. That's Emil alright.' You thought, sweatdropping, before you sneezed again.
Plopping back down on the couch, you whined, "I don't get it! You were standing with me in the snow. Why am I the only one who caught a cold?"
"I'm from Iceland, you're not." he stated.
"T-That's not a re-a-a-A-ACHOO!"
"There's no point in trying to reply if you're just going to sneeze again and again."
" shut up."
(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
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
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
Iceland x Reader. Arguments "What the hell?" Denmark said, voicing your thoughts exactly. The two of you gazed at the crowded street. People bustled past, holding heavy shopping bags, some chattering away on their phone mindlessly.
"Hey," you whipped your head around, panicked, "where's Finland? I think I lost him!"
"Oh, god no! Not again!" Denmark ran off into the crowd, leaving you behind, confused and sort of lost.
"Wait! Mathias, y-you dick!" You yelled after him over the constant chatter of the crowd.
"Dick?" A confused voice asked, startling you. You shrieked and whipped around, fully expecting some creeper that wanted to talk dicks all day, but finding someone much worse.
Iceland. Or Emil on some cases.
"Don't scream like that. It's only me, not France." He replied in an annoyed tone that only made you jus
IcelandxReader- Something New"I-It's okay, we're just good friends..." You replied slowly.
"Yay!! Thanks, _(name)_, I just wanted to make sure." She giggled.
You knew you weren't his type anyway, just a childhood buddy. After the statement you looked away from where they were standing. She was kind of clinging to him, staying close- too close. They barely touched, but the way she hung on to him was enough to make you mentally retch in disgust. Emil stood there akward and embarrased, his eyes staring at the ground. He looked as though he wanted to say something, but not a word came out of him.
" Come on Emil, let's go to the park to celebrate! It'll be like our first date, I'm so excited already!!!"
Nevaeh squealed. He opened his mouth, but before he could utter a sound she practically dragged him along the pathway to the park, leaving you to stand there alone. Sighing sadly you started plodding home, letting your mind wander into your memories.
Emil's family had come from Iceland, and since meeting him in first gr
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.
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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