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"Do canadians kids ride polar bears to school?"
Matthew Williams, also known as Canada, peered up from his newspaper to look at his friend, (your name) glaring into the computer screen in front of her.
"Uh...no (your name), we don't ride polar bears at all." he said, flipping to a new page without hassle.
"Okay." she sighed, making a funny shape with her tounge while waiting for the next page to load. Matthew gave her a little look before looking back blushing. She's so damn cute, he thought.
"Do canadians play hockey all the time?"
Matthew gave a puzzling look before finally answering.
"N-no. Some don't play hockey at all much less every-"
"Is it true you put mayple syrup on everything?"
Matthew turned lightly pink, becayse of the horrible stereotypicalism. Did people really think that about canadians? Nobody remembered him anyway so what did it matter? What was worse to him now what was (your name) thought of him.
"Do canadians give people whatever they want because their 'soo' nice?
"(Name), I wouldn't try it." your Danish friend Matias laughed, while chugging down the last bit of beer in his mug. "He doesn't care."
"Of course he will!" you protested, clicking to the site you were looking at before.
Matias just laughed again, and continued his way into the kitchen in hopes of finding more beer to survive off of.
"He will listen.." you mumble to yourself, scrolling down the page to find different 'Swedish Stereotypes'.
It was or maybe would be the only way to get his attention. You tried before, but it never seemed to work. You'd ask him some questions and maybe have a chance at finally talking to the quiet man.
"Oh Berwald!" you called over, seeing him step in the doorway with Tino and Lukas. "Do you have any time?"
He only nodded his head and grunted, giving you the impression he didn't really care. Biting you lip, you wondered if Matias was right.
"Where's the idiot?" Lukas asked, holding two brown bags mostly filled with beer inside. Probably for Matias.
Visiting Toris was usually exciting. It was the same today, however you had an idea that would make things a lot more...interesting.
Since he was such a kind person, and so easy to get along with it wasn't a problem to ask to use his computer. You didn't have to use the computer, however you forgot most of the stereotypes you found online. That's right. Stereotypes.
You wanted to know how the actual country felt about being stereotyped, and at first you didn't even know if Lithuania even had any. But it did.
You clicked on the site you had found before, and coughed a few times to get your friend's attention.
"I have a few questions for you.." you replied calmly, watching Toris rise from his seat and scoot behind you.
"Like what?" he asked, his warm breath hitting your neck a little.
You cleared your throat and read aloud:
"Is Lithuania a basketball country?"
There was a moment of silence, while Toris blinked trying to figure out the whole significance of the question.
A light shiver made it's way down your spine, as you felt someone's cold eyes peircing through your skin straight into your heart. Of course, there was only one person who could do that to you, and that was Natalia. She was...quite..different..in a few ways. Like she was always begging and trying to force Ivan into marrying her. Apparently she liked knives aswell, but in all honesty you didn't seem to care. You were utterly attracted to her, but that didn't mean she still didn't scare you.
"H-hi Natalia." you whimpered slowly, seeing her glare at you, as if she were about to just pounce at any second.
"Hello." her accent made you swoon. "What are you doing?"
The thoughts of her beautiful accent disappeared when she came closer, as your breath began to quicken. As she looked over your shoulder you gulped.
"Can I ask you some questions?" you ask quietly, hoping she wouldn't take it the wrong way. Heck, you just hoped she wouldn't kill you.
"Hmm, sure I guess." she sounded a little calmer
It had been weeks since you visited your friend Tino, and since Berwald was technically 'away' for a few days, now would be the perfect to see him alone.
And you had some..things you wanted to show him.
And if Berwald were there things could get...awkward. So it was best he wasn't there.
You stumbled onto the Finnish man's doorway and knocked softly.
Not a moment to soon, he opened the door with a signature smile, the usual smile he had around you.
"Ahh (Name) your here!" he said brightly allowing you inside. "I've missed you!"
"Me too." you smiled back, watching him fumble a little with his necktie and watch you sit down in the living room. The black book in your hands made his brow raise.
You giggled a little.
"Nothing important. But come, sit, I want to ask you a few things."
Without hesitation, he sat down, and waiting for you to begin.
You cleared your throat, and opened the book and gave him a little glance. His expression was completely normal, although he had a l
RomanoxReader~Request"And that is why I like tom-WHAAAA ROMANO WHAT IS THIS?!?" Spain cried, snapping the young child from his nap. His brown hair muffled over his face before he blew it back, the little curl on the right side of his head perked back up. Sitting there looking dumb, Spain finally shook his head at the large mess on the ground.
The girl that was with him, (Frist name) (last name), was quite astonished at the sight, but also felt a little bad for Spain. She had asked him to help pick out the 'best' tomatoes at the farmers market, and he delightfully took of the opportunity, and left little Romano at home. Only to discover..
"Bastard. You left me!" the little cried, kicking a empty can across the floor, making a pouty face. (Your name) tried to hold in the giggles that wanted to come out, but she knew Spain didn't deserve this. The poor child was left at home with chores, and being lazy as he was, made a mess instead.
"Not THAT long!" Spain was scanning around the room looking at all the error
From what you knew about your Swiss friend Basch, he was cheap, hardcore, and protective of his little sister.
But in your eyes; you say a handsome, caring, and...not a big shopper. Recently, Lili invited you over for cheap tea, which gave your the perfect opportunity to find out more about your secret crush.
When you arrived no one answered the door, until finally a small little girl peered from around the door.
"Oh!" she sighed with relief, "it's you! Come in!"
She stood holding the end of her dress, swaying back and forth softly with a cute blush on her face.
"I've missed you so much (Name)!" she giggled.
You bent over a little to hug her.
"I feel the same way Lili." you smiled.
As you followed her around the house, once you entered the garden you smelled...cheese? And tea?
"We'll be having tea in the garden over here." Lili replied. "Basch said he will be accompanying us."
"H-he will?" you mumbled nervously.
Lili looked at you with such caring, deep eyes, and you couldn't
ScotlandxReader~Kilt FactsThe moment the screen went black, you nearly screamed. Curse this bloody storm! Because of it, the paper you'd written about 'Scottish men and their kilts' was now completely gone.
'Dammit!' You thought, wishing to tear out your hair. 'I knew I should have saved it!'
Thinking quickly, you called up the only country you knew would have the proper information about such a thing. Scotland.
Luckily, the phone lines weren't dead yet, so as the line on the other end began to ring, you sighed with relief. This paper was due monday, and you'd been so busy having fun with other countries and your friends, you totally forgot. So now it was saturday night, and you were expected to attend a party at America's tomorrow so you didn't want to be stuck at home.
"Ello' who's this?" the scottish voice on the other end boomed.
"Hey Alistair." you smiled hearing his deep voice. "Could I nab some information from you?"
"What kind of infrmation lassie?" he asked, seemingly sounding delighted. That
Popular!PrussiaxShy!Artistic!Reader~RequestThe halls were quiet. No sounds of squeaking shoes, shouts from the football team, talking and mumbles of the students, slamming lockers or the annoying giggling coming from the 'popular' girls. It was the only time of the day you really liked, and pretty much the only time you could actually focus of your work.
Scribbling down your finished sketch, taking a moment to admire your work, it wasn't long before some random girl snatched it and took a nice glance at it.
"Whose this supposed to be?" she laughed sarcastically, however you knew to all well she couldn't do any better.
"It's a drawing.." you replied, wishing you had the ability to just reach up and grab it back. "May I please have it back?"
She darted her eyes between you and the paper, before laughing out loud again.
"Why would I do that?" she flipped the sketch back and forth in her hands, lucky for you she still had no idea who the sketch was actually of.
"Because I..need it.." you mumbled, however it didn't convince her.
Hetalia ItalyxReader - Stuck In a Box
". . . Ready or not, here I come!"
At one of Alfred's parties, we all decided to play hide and seek, Alfred, of course, being "it". I ran into one of the back rooms, spotting an unlocked footlocker. After stepping inside it and making myself comfortable, I closed the lid, being careful not to lock it.
Several minutes passed, and I wasn't found by anyone else. A few moments later, I heard someone frantically stagger into the room, closing the door behind them. There was a short pause before the lid to the footlocker opened, leaving me exposed. I wasn't caught, though, because the person standing before me was my cute little red-headed Italian friend, Feliciano Vargas.
"Oh, _____," he stammered. "I didn't know you were in here"
"Yo, Feli~! Where'd you go~?" called Alfred teasingly.
"Eep!" Feli squeaked, jumping into the footlocker with me. The lid closed with a loud slam, pushing Feli down on top of me.
"Feli!" I whispered loudly. "Get out of here! This is my hiding spot!"
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Italy
America took his place in the center of the room and rubbed his chin. "Let me see here dudes, who should I pick to go next?" He narrowed his eyes as he fixed them on you. "You dude, you're definitely the one. Get up here."
"You got it." Hoping out of your seat, you made your way up front and reached into the hat, swirling your hand around to mix up the items. You then felt for the nearest thing to your hand, and pulled it out. It was a mushroom of all things. "Umm, a mushroom? Who would put that in here?"
"Oh, that's-a me-a!" I have such good luck, getting such a pretty girl!" Italy jumped off of the couch and grabbed your hand, excitedly dragging you into the closet.
America followed you two over and began closing the door. "Have fun you two! Remember, only seven minutes now." He smiled as he shut the door completely and locked it from the outside.
Italy gave you no time at all before wrapping his arms around your wais
Hetalia SpainxReader - Stuck In a Box
"Antonio Fernandez Carriedo!"
The Spaniard turned around at the sound of his name being called. His eyes fell upon _____, his best friend for as long as he could remember (excluding Gilbert and Francis, of course). His lips curled up into a happy smile when he saw her-- even though she was glaring daggers at him.
"Hola, bonita," he said with the big grin still on his face. "How have you been?"
"Oh, just fine, thank you," she replied, crossing her arms. There was a razor-sharp edge building in her voice.
"What's the matter, bonita? You okay?"
"Oh, yeah!" She stomped past him angrily, heading inside the house. "Everything's peachy-keen!"
Antonio turned his head in her direction, furrowing his brows. "Bonita?"
_____ stepped into the house where Gilbert and Ludwig (and currently _____) lived, furiously kicking off her shoes after wiping her feet.
"_____! _____!" called a voice frantically from the hallway.
_____ saw Gilbert running toward her with a panicked look on his face.
"What is it,
ItalyxPregnant!Reader - Names Matter
No, I dont like that at all, you tell Feliciano, a hand on your large tummy as the baby kicked. You giggle and grab his hand so he can feel it too. He grins. You say, I think we should name him after you.
Cosa?! Are you trying to confuse me, bella? I would get too confused if we were both called Feliciano! he says, shaking his head vigorously.
You sigh, Ok, fine. Still, we dont know if its a boy, yet.
Feliciano grins again, Si, it might be a girl. A beautiful one, just like her mother.
Oh, stop, you! you say, cheeks going red as your husband starts to kiss your neck lightly. You pick up the name book, Lets try again, shall we?
Si. What about naming her after you? he suggested. You narrow your eyes in a playful glare.
No way! If you wont have your name for a boy then the same rule applies for my name with a girl.
But ________ is a beautif
Nutella. - Italy x Reader."Vee~ (Name)! Do you know where the Nutella is?"
The Italian was closing in.
Hurriedly, you hid the Nutella behind you, closing the cap.
"Mmm," you hummed. "Nope."
Feliciano looked at you suspiciously. "You were just eating it, weren't you!?"
"You don't have to lie! I see it! You didn't wipe the Nutella off your mouth!"
"What! My flawless steal has been revealed?!" You took the napkin closest to you and wiped the Nutella off the corner of your mouth.
"Now," Feliciano closed in, binding your movement by locking your wrist - his brown, hazel eyes dazzled into your own. "Where is the Nutella?"
"As much as I love you, Feli." You paused, fidgeting to continue. "I will not give up protecting my Nutella."
"Well then," Feliciano sat down on your lap. "Guess we're taking the hard way out of this, aren't we."
"Maybe." You replied mockingly.
"Once I find that bottle of Nutella, you're feeding me."
Accents [Italy x Reader]"Veh~ I'll be right over, (name)! Give-a me ten minutes! Ciao!"
Your lips spread into a pleased smile as you hung up the phone, gazing around your kitchen with hope. It was well known throughout your circle of friends that cooking and you had a love-hate relationship—food loved to burn under your not-so-watchful eyes, and you hated every notion of having to prepare meals for someone other than yourself.
However, today would be different. A good friend of yours had promised to come over in an attempt to assist you concoct the easiest of dishes (or so he proclaimed) in the world—pasta.
You weren't that surprised, considering it was Feliciano Vargas. He was Italian through and through, and pasta sauce ran through his veins.
"Oh, Feli," you sighed warmly as you bustled about the kitchen, hoping to get it a little more clean before the Italian arrived. The two of you had met during high school when his family had moved from Italy, and you had both instantly connected. He
Colours of the Wind
"Idiota fratello! I don't-a want you hanging out with that-a potato bastard!" Your friend Feli's brother yelled at him. You could tell the smaller Italian was hurt that his big brother was angry at him, every time you came over Lovino would cuss up a storm. He especially had a hatred towards you for some unknown reason.
"Lovino that is enough!" You yelled at him. "Feli, go train with Ludwig or something I'll take care of your brother." You smiled to the smaller Italian.
"No! Don't-a you fuc-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence Lovino." You growled as Feli ran out the front door.
"Idiota ragazza!" Lovino screamed at you.
"You think I am an idiota ragazza, and you've known me for so long it must be so." You spat looking up at the amber eyed man. "Still I can't see if the true idiota is me."
"You are an idiota, bella." He mumbled under his breath.
"There is so much you don't know about me, so much that you don't know." You sighed walking away from Lovino and over to the la
Mistletoe - Italy
...in a playroom.
Oh wow, Looks like America kept a playroom. That's nice. Sitting up, you found yourself on a Merry-go-round. "Sweet Arceus, How big did this house even get?!" You shouted.
'Aw, Wait. What.' You looked around. Toy, Toy, Man, Toy, T-Wait, What? Turning back to the man lying on his side, you crawled over to him, only to find it was Feliciano. "Feli?"
Feliciano's eyes fluttered open and for the first time you saw the amber orbs that had been hidden behind those eyelids. "Hm...?Oh, Hi Bella~!" Feliciano exclaimed, hugging you.
"E-Eh...Hi, Feli." You replied, patting his head. "What brings you here tonight?" You asked. "Germany said He was going to a Party with Prussia and Japan, and I wanted to follow~!" He said. You sighed as he rambled on and going off topic.
You loved the bubbly italian, but you didn't want to ruin your friendship.
"Oh, that's right!" Feliciano suddenly said, letting go of you. "What?" You asked. "I wanted to ask you something." He said, pulling
F.A.C.E.xReader: Movie Night
"Artie, get the popcorn!" you shouted. "The movie's starting!"
"Don't call me that!"
Alfred pulled you onto his lap. "Come on babe; move over so Artie can sit down."
Francis gave a pervyish laugh as your face turned red.
"Ohonhon, you don't want to sit on Alfred's lap, who don't you sit on mine?"
"Shut up you perverted frog!"
"Guys the movie's starting," Matthew whispered.
A small voice from Matthew's bear asked, "Who are you."
Matt sighed, "I'm Matthew…"
"Dude, Matt, I didn't see you there!"
"Be quiet Alfie," you said using the nickname you knew he hated. His face turned red and he shut up.
After the movie was over Alfred jumped up and shouted, "THAT WAS AWESOME!"
You had fallen to the floor and on top of Francis.
"Mon cher, all you had to do was-."
"Knock it off," everyone said.
You ended up sitting on Francis's lap for the next movie which was England's choice. Casino Royale.
"That was pretty interesting," you said.
"My turn," Matthew said quietly.
"Feliciano can I ask you a question?"
A happy-go-lucky italian lifted his head from his bowl of pasta to see his friend (your name) using his computer.
"(N)-(Your name)!? How'd you ah get in my house-"
"Are Italian's all loud?"
Feliciano looked almost offended.
"N-no. Bu-but why are you-"
"Is it true most to all italians are fat and hairy?"
The italian man's eyes widened. His brows then made a depressed look.
"No (Your name)! See! Look at me!"
(Your name) turned to see her italian friend point to himself, and taking a look at hm she knew that wasn't true. Well..for him at least.
"Is that all (your name)? I would like to-"
(Your name)'s eyes glared onto the screen before laughing out loud. Feliciano still didn't look to happy.
"What is it now (your)-"
"Is is true italians have ties with the mafia?" she began to laugh again. "Wow."
Feliciano poked his friend in the shoulder. (Your name) turned her head to be..extremely close to his. She didn't even know he was there.
"Those things aren'
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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