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"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-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
“(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-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.
NorwayxReader-Staring at me?NorwayxReader: Staring at me?
"THREE!" Denmark, or more called Mathias, shouted with pure excitement.
'What am I doing.' you thought rolling your eyes. Having a staring contest with Norway, a.k.a Lukas. That's what.
"TWO!!" Mathias was getting estactic. More excited than the two of you, and he wasn`t even playing.
"ONE GO!" he lowered his hands, and slammed them on the table in front of you and Lukas, and stood still. Lukas glared at you, not moving a muscle. You on the other hand, were looking at him, but fidjeting or playing with your fingers. It wasn`t easy, since he seemed like a very powerful nation, and the fact you kinda liked him. You felt as if he was looking right into you, knowing everything your thinking. Like mind control. Finland (Tino) and Sweden (Berwald) stood behind Mathias, watching as the two of you sat there staring at eachother.
'Lukas is going to win for sure' you thought, hoping he didn't notice your constant fidjeting.
Mathias began to fidjet too-seeing
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-Sweden!HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book-Sweden has it!
Yes. Sweden had it. But it was in Tino's hands. You raised an eyebrow, seeing the two of them coming towards you.
"Here (your name)!" Tino smiled happily at you, letting you take the book from his hands.
"Oh thank you Tino!" you said glancing at Berwald (a.k.a Sweden) before looking back at Tino.
"Don't thank me!" Tino laughed. "Berwald found it!"
The bold-and somewhat creepy-man nodded.
"That's right." he said. "I found it."
You gave him a cute smile.
"Then thank you."
He nodded, and told Tino they had to go, before waving you off.
You stood there for a few moments in silence. Maybe he read something that you wrote about him..
"Hey Berwald?" you said alloud, watching as him and Finland both turned to look at you.
"Yes (your name)?" he asked, in his sturdy and deep handsome voice.
You tensed a little.
"Did..did..you read anything?" you asked s
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
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
Iceland x Reader: Secret Santa
It was very cold outside. Snow plowed through your face and frosted your nose. You hoped you weren't being pranked. It was a Secret Santa party, after all! With a trembling hand, you knocked on the door. You nearly gasped as Santa came out. "Oh, hello, __________! Glad you could make it!"
You giggled. "Finland! You scared me!"
Finland let you in and took your coat and took your Secret Santa present. "Make yourself at home! The others are in the living room drinking ale."
You walked around the corner and saw the rest of the Nordics sitting around a warm fireplace, with Sweden staying as far away from Denmark as possible. It looked enticing so you took a seat next to... What was his name again? That's weird. You know you've seen him before. But were you ever introduced? His violet eyes met your (eye color) ones. Your heart skipped; God, he has gorgeous eyes (God: "I know, you don't have to tell me that.").
"Hi. Nice to meet you, I'm Iceland."
Oh thank God, you hadn't met him before! Icel
Hong KongxChild!Reader - Little Bird"Big Brother! Big Brother!" Leon glanced up from his carving to see you running to him.
"Ah, [name]. What is it?" He asked, returning to his carving yet keeping his eyes on you.
"Big Brother, when is Uncle Yao coming?" Ah yes, him. [Name] always had a fondness for Yao.
"I don't know." He finished the carving, revealing a small expertly carved bird. Leon wasn't known for his woodcarving skill but he had been taking lessons. They definitely paid off. He handed the small bird over to her. She gasped as her fingers brushed over the bird in her hand.
"Thank you big brother!" She said cheerfully, pocketing the bird and running off to play. Leon smiled as he set to carve a small wooden flute.
"Len! Rin! Don't go too far you silly kitties!" [Name] giggled as she went after the two black cats. They were running to the bedroom for some reason. They jumped onto the bed and burrowed under the covers. She followed giddily, her toy rabbit bouncing her in hand. When she lifted the blanket to see
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: 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?"
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
"Come on Ice, call me onii-chan," said Norway with his usual poker face. "Repeat after me, o-nii-chan."
You groaned, this was the usual argument between the two brothers. "Ice please, you know he'll never stop until you do it."
Iceland shook his head, "Stop it, you're annoying our guest."
"__________ doesn't mind it, do you ____________?"
Not knowing how to respond without being rude, you opened your mouth then shut it and groaned letting your forehead hit the table.
"She does," said Iceland bluntly.
Norway frowned and poked you gently. You looked up revealing the red mark on your forehead from hitting the table. "Do you ____________?"
You sighed searching for the most diplomatic answer, "I don't like it when you guys argue. It's just not worth it."
"Don't you think that Iceland should call me onii-chan?"
You groaned and let your face fall to the table again. After about a half hour of arguing with Iceland, things got quiet. You could hear faint whispers then Iceland left you and Norwa
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,
Male!UkrainexReader: Not Such A Crybaby After All
"________," a creepy voice came from the other side of the door, "marry me marry me marry me marry me marry me."
You screamed and hid under Ivan's desk. "It's just a dream, he'll go away. It's just a dream, he'll go away."
It had been three day since you decided to visit Ivan, Nikolai, and Dmitri. That may have been the stupidest thing you had ever done. Ivan decided to take a week vacation in "anywhere but here" and Alexander was nowhere to be found.
This left you with the very obsessive, very violent Belarusian male.
"__________, let me in." Nikolai's voice carried to your hiding spot under Ivan's desk. "Let me in so we can become one."
"Nikolai, go away!" you shouted, "I don't want to!"
"I'm not giving you a choice," his hissed, "let me in. Do it, do it now!" He clawed at the door with his fingernails making an ear piercing scratching noise. "_________, open the door."
Eventually the noises went away, but you knew that Nikolai was still there. He wouldn't give up that easily.
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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