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“(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,
"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?
"Does everyone in america have a gun?"
Alfred F. Jones: also known as America, turned to see his friend (your name), surfing the internet, a keen look in her eyes as she scanned each word on the depicted site she was on.
"Whaa-dude what you readin'?" Alfred just chuckled, hoping she would ignore not getting an answer.
Well that sure wasn't gunna happen.
"Does everyone in america have a gun?" she asked again, earing only a yawn and a stretch from Alfred.
"No (your name), not EVERYONE in america has a gun."
"Okay.." she mumbled, and continued to search on the same sight. A few moments later, while Alfred was chowing down on a tastely hamburger, (your name)'s voice rang through his ears before he could even taste the meat or lettuce.
"What now dude?" he asked, hoping she'd be quick so he could get on with his meal.
"Is it ture that everyone in America eats Macdonald's on an everyday basis?"
Alfred had to think for a moment.
"Nope, dude...why you-"
"Are american people always racist?"
"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'
"Everyone drinks Vodka?"
The tall Russian man names Ivan, looked up to his dear friend (your name), who was 'supposed' to be looking for information about America. Don't ask why he wanted HER specifically to do it, maybe it was because he just liked seeing her. But for now, he was wishing he hadn't.
"No (your name)." Ivan replied, although chuckling to himself since HE was drinking vodka at the moment himself.
"Is Russia cold all year round?" (Your name) asked again, still looking at the computer screen in front of her.
Ivan felt like it was going to burn her eyes.
"No no (your name) it's not. But, why are you-"
"Russians only own warm clothes?"
Ivan gave her a 'are-you-retarded' look, before sighing and going towards her. Leaning over her shoulder, and peering at the computer screen. 'Russian Stereotypes' was the main page.
"Why are looking at this (your name)? You're supposed to look for America's weaknesses."
"I know I know. Hold on." (your name) giggled, making Ivan lean back a lit
"Francis, is it true french people drink wine like water?"
The blond haired french-man looked over at his friend (your name), and a smile appeared on his face.
"Well I love za wine~" he laughed. "But non. It's not drunk like water-"
"Is is true french wash less often than others?"
He nearly screamed. Well he did, just in a non-many way.
"Zat is not true (your name)! I love to be clean!" he flipped his hair with a wink, making (your name) smrik and turn back into her seat.
"What are you doing anyway?" Francis peered over his friends shoulder to see 'French Stereotypes' on the screen. He didn't seem to happy about it.
"(Your name) don't tell me your-"
"Is it true french people are rude and racist?"
"NON!" Francis shouted, a little more angry than girly this time.
"Well is it true french always eat frogs all the time?"
Francis sighed, and just answered the questions.
"Zat is not true either."
(Your name) sighed, and began to tap her fingers along the desk. To Francis, he thought it was pr
"(Your name) vhat are you looking at?" Ludwig, also known as germany, replied standing above the (h/c) haired girl sitting at his computer. She was hardly paying attention, just glaring at the screen in front of her.
"Hmm.." was all he got from her. Sighing, he grabbed a newspaper and began to read it while still staring at her, wondering what on earth she was doing.
"Is it true all Germans are mean and tough?"
Ludwig took a moment to understand what she was asking, making sure he didn't take it the wrong way.
"No (your name), why vould you think something like zat-"
"Are Germans always angry?"
His face began to heat up. It was like she was pressuring him.
"No (your name), I don't see why zis is-"
"Are all Germans obsessed with beer?"
Ludwig's eyebrow twitched slightly.
"N-no! Verdammit (your name).."
"Do you guys only eat sausage and schnitzels?"
"Of course not!" Ludwig was getting furious. Not at (your name), but at the damn stereotypes she was reading about him and his culture. He d
The blond haired english man looked towards his friend (your name), raising an eyebrow in the process.
"Yes (your name)?"
Without warning, the blond man's eyes widened as (your name) opened his mouth as if trying to seek some buried teasure. She peered into his mouth and stared at his teeth.
"You don't have bad teeth Arthur!"
"Bloody hell woman!?" Arthur turned red, realizing how close her mouth was to his, however the girl in front of him didn't care.
(Your name) pulled out a small notepad and paper and checked something off.
Arthur began to get curious.
"What's that (your name)..?" he asked as calmly as he could. He was beginning to get worried of what she was planning.
"A list." she mumbled, not paying much attention to her british friend.
She looked up at him, her (e/c) eyes shining.
"I'm trying to see if the british stereotypes are real!" she sounded so happy about it.
Arthur didn't like it one bit, but before he could ask, she was blurting out questions.
"(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.
Norway x Reader - Bets (Request)"You do know that this won't make me say it, right?" questioned Emil, directing it at both you and Lukas.
"We never said that was the reason." you defended, with Lukas nodding his heading, showing his agreement with your statement.
"It's obvious though " mumbled Emil.
You see, you and Lukas have been having a bet to see if within a week, if Lukas could get Emil to call him "Onii-chan" or if you could get him to call you "Onee-chan". The winner gets whatever they want from the loser. You were not related to them, but all of you were childhood friends, so you were practically like family.
"L-lets just start playing. Lukas, truth or dare?" you asked.
"Ok, um who do you think is annoying?"
"Mathias. Emil, truth or dare?"
"What is your favourite food?"
"Licorice. (Name), truth or dare?"
"Ok, kiss Lukas."
"Do I have t- wait, what?!" you yelled, standing up in shock, face a bright red.
"You heard me, kiss Lukas."
"W-w-w b-but I-I can't-" you stutter
Holiday Treat [Norway x Reader]
"You didn't." Violet eyes looked disdainfully at the Dane before him, glaring at the pitiful mess he had become. Of all things to do on Christmas Eve, of all days!
"I didn't." Mathias repeated, looking lazily up at the voice. Gosh, why did Norge have to be so loud? He still didn't know what he did (or didn't) do. Why did Norge have to be so confusing? His head hurt too much.
"You. Spiked. The. Eggnog." Norway practically spat out every word. Who spikes eggnogg!? The practice was apparently more common then he had realized, but still- why must that stupid Dane ruin every day with alcohol?
[Name] was here today too, making Norway more tense than usual. He didn't want to scare her away, especially not on such a festive holiday.
"Oh....that." Denmark replied lamely, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. Earlier today, Finland had set out a bowl of treats for them to snack on later, eggnog included. Mathias was thinking...well, some of us Nordics have been a little too uptight lately
Request for ZiraHZ
Normally, teenager Lukas Bondevik had a will of iron. He was emotionless, tough as a rock, and one of the most stubborn people you'd ever meet.
So why wasn't that the fact when it came to (y/n) (l/n)?
How, he wondered, could one girl make his legs wobble, his stomach churn with embarrassment, and make him feel lightheaded when she smiled? A girl!
Now, not only was Lukas all of the things I mentioned earlier, he was also a serious tsundere. Falling in love was going way off his radar. He barely even saw it as a choice.
But things change.
"I hate my life," Lukas muttered as he flopped on the couch after he got home from school. He threw his backpack to the other side of the room and buried himself in the pillows.
"(y/n) again?" Mathias said, following Lukas inside with a smirk. Lukas groaned. "It's probably his time of the month." Emil, his younger brother, says in a monotone, walking in.
"Shut up, of course it's (y/n)." Lukas growled, shooting dag
A Norwegian's Diary ::NorwayxReader::You let out a long sigh as you exited out of the meeting room
“These meeting’s are absolutely pointless…”
You made your way down the long corridor
“[Name]! [Name]! [Name] [Name] [Name]!”
You stop walking and turn around only to be tackled by a large figure
“Ow! That hurt Mathias!” You knocked the Dane on the head
He had a large grin planted on his mouth, wider than ever.
“Guess what I got my hands on~”
Now that he said something, you noticed he was holding something behind his back
You raised your eyebrows, then furrowed them
“What another pastry? Because if it is I’m going to--”
“No no no! Look!”
He shoves the unknown object in front of your face
Backing away slightly to get a better view you see it’s a little black book with a little bunny charm hanging out of it.
“…it’s a book…” was your smart response
Mathias started to jump up and down excitedly
He said Big Brother ::NorwayxReaderxIceland::“I WILL KILL YOU!”
You hear someone shout from the living room.
Norway runs into the kitchen to where you were preparing sugar cookies to hand out.
He hides behind you just before Iceland comes into the kitchen with a highly flustered face gritting his teeth.
Now you were confused.
Why was Norway hiding from Iceland?
“Err…what’s…going on?” You question both countries.
Iceland looks at you then turns away, his face turning even redder.
“He called me big brother~” Norway still crouched behind you cooed mockingly
“He called you big brother? How’d you do that?”
Iceland whips his head toward both of you having a look of rage pasted onto his cool exterior.
“HE TRICKED ME! HE USED DIRTY METHODS! HE’S A PERVERT!”
Norway chuckled from behind you.
“…what exactly did he do…?”
He just turned his head mumbling something to himself in his own language.
“Well I’m not telli
Norway x Reader - Questions"Hey, hey Norway," [Name] said while poking said nation.
Looking up from his book, he replied, "What is it, [Name]?"
"Why are you always so emotionless?" she asked.
Norway raised an eyebrow. "Because I don't find the reason to show emotion. Why?"
"Why are you blonde?" [Name] continued.
"Because I am," he replied.
The conversation continued for a while.
"How old are you?"
"Old enough to know that this is getting annoying"
"That's mean, but anyway, why is your hair so soft?"
"It just is"
"Why are you pale?"
"I was born this way, [Name]"
"Why do you have such a nice ass?"
"I said, why do you have such a nice--"
"I know what you said. I meant what kind of question is that?"
"Just wanted to know....and I like your ass. It's nice. "
"In that case, I don't know"
"Can I touch your curl?"
"What does it do?"
"That's alright, Norge. I already know what it does. Ufufufu..."
"What was that?"
"Any more questions?"
"Yeah. Ever had a boner before?"
Sleepy Annoyance - Norway X Reader"Hey Norge," Denmark grinned, poking the side of the Norwegian's cheek with the tip of his finger. "Hey Norge," you repeated, poking the other side. "Hey Norge," both you and the Dane said in sync.
Norway sat on an armchair, and much to his displeasure he was being tortured. Tortured by what, you ask? He was being tortured by an idiot and...well...you. All he wanted was to just sit down, take a rest and read. But oh no, he couldn't even have something as simple as that. He wasn't asking to rule to the world. He wasn't even asking for Denmark's head to implode - even though that would be highly amusing. Was it really too much to ask for peace and quiet?
"Hey Norge," Denmark started the annoying routine all over again, attacking Norway's left cheek with his 'devil finger'. You copied the Dane's actions, but you were attacking Norway's right cheek instead.
The Norwegian was struggling to keep his usual emotionless face, and you noticed that as he stared down at the book of fairy tales in
Norway X Reader X Child!Iceland ~Story Time~"Big brother?" The Icelandic asked his older sibling, tugging at the bottom of the Norwegian's shirt. "Yes Emil?" He asked, placing his hands under Emil's arms and lifting the little boy up.
Emil wrapped his arms around Lukas' chest, trying to find a comfortable position, rested on the Norwegian's hip. "I have a question for you," Emil stated, grasping Lukas' blue sailor jacket within his small fingers.
"And what would that be?" Lukas asked, his expression and voice lacking emotion - as usual. "Will (your name) be coming around today?" Emil tilted his head, his bright violet eyes staring within Lukas' dull blue orbs.
Lukas shrugged, sitting down on the couch in the living room, Emil sitting on his knee. "She hasn't called," he said. "So I'm guessing she's not coming over today."
"But I want her to come," the Icelandic boy puffed his cheeks out. Lukas mentally smiled as he lay a hand on Emil's head, running his fingers through the little boy's mess of si
Norway x Reader Trolling~
Norway x Reader
A large smirk appeared on your face. You had a playful glint in your (e/c) eyes. Everything was about to fall into place.
"I can't wait to see his reaction," you snickered to yourself.
"It'll be priceless!"
You wiggled your fingers above the keyboard, and clicked send.
"Now, I wait heh-heh .." you put your fingers together, as an evil mastermind would.
"BWAHAHAHAHA-" your evil laughter was interrupted by your friend, who was at the moment, one of your victims. He probably wouldn't care that much, since he enjoyed pranking and trolling others with you.
"__________? I heard THAT laugh .what are you up to this time?" Mathias asked, while entering the room.
You turned dramatically in your swivel chair to face him. Your lips curled up in delight.
"Why don't you take a look?" you purred.
He walked over to your computer, and you pressed play. The YouTube video loaded up and
"Norwegian's look as if they're soaked in bleach.."
Lukas Bondevik, turned his head to see (first name) (last name) glaring at a computer screen, seemingly talking to herself.
Finding this all to interesting, Lukas peered over, accidentally resting his head on her shoulder, making her gasp and turn to see him.
"Lukas you scared me!" she replied, clicking the minimize button.
"What were you looking at?" he asked, taking the mouse, putting his hand over hers and moving the mouse back to the website she was on. It wasn't really a site though. She was looking up 'Norwegian Stereotypes', and Lukas raised an eyebrow.
(Your name) just let out a sarcastic laugh.
"Can I ask you a few questions then?" she smiled brightly, with Lukas giving her another strange look.
(your name) went right to it, and began to asking questions.
"Does everyone ski in Norway?"
"No." Lukas answered rather quickly. He thought he should maybe speak a little slower.
"Hmm.." (your name) went on. "Is it true that m
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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