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Russia x Child!Reader --------------- Crackling. That was the first sound to reach your ears. Off in the distance you could see a small fire. The shadows seemed to be dancing around the fire, tip-toeing just out of the fires orange/yellow glow, but still close enough to be seen by the human eye. The shadows continued to dance, one stopping to stare at you. Sending you a toothy grin, the shadow extended its clawed hand. Its claws dripping with some foreign liquid, turning on your heel you screamed, your cloak billowing out around you. Another fire appeared in the distance, you could see no dancing shadows around this one. You could only s

Je T'aime FrancexLittle!Reader "Papa!" you called as you ran to your father's room, "Papa!" Tears began to fall from your (e/c) eyes just as you reached his door. Pulling it open, you cried out his name a third time, your voice cracking from fear. He leapt from his bed the moment he heard your cries and wrapped his warm arms around you, "What is it, ma petite fille?" You sniffed before rubbing your tear-filled eyes as they stared up at your father. "I-I had a bad dream," you mumbled, feeling tired once more. He guided your head to his chest with a strong hand and lifted himself from his knees, pulling you into the air with him. Clutchi

You picked Russia! You stared at the white, blue, and red striped folder in your hands. You had chosen the largest country, but also the one people were wary of. Your grip had tightened when you heard laughter. It was from a kid named Rick. He had always loathed the country of Russia and when he had found out you adored it, well… let's just say you became his #1 target. "Hahaha! (Name) had gotten the communist country!" You glare at him as Mr. Moe, your teacher, yells at him. You look at him and begin laughing. He sneers at you as you double-over, trying to catch your breath. Once you do, you stand and look at him dead in the eyes.

It was a cold, snowy day. But inside the meeting hall, tempers were boiling. America was being an idiot (as usual), England was yelling at him, and China was being creeped out by Russia. "Stop it, aru!" he cried woefully, clutching his Hello Kitty doll tightly. The Russian man just chuckled darkly, and an eerily cheerful grin split his face. The Baltic Trio was standing behind him, and Estonia could have sworn that Latvia peed his pants. Suddenly, a feminine voice rung out through the hectic meeting hall. "I'm bored," it stated loudly. Everyone turned to face the person who the voice belonged to. It was  _____. Russia blushed. You see, he

France x Reader- Cooking Your hungry belly gave yet another loud growl, as you sat perched at the bar in the kitchen of your french lover, Francis Bonnefoy. You glanced at the clock again and sighed. "How much longer...?!" You whined, sounding like a two-year old. Francis chuckled at the stove and turned to look at you. "Not much longer, Ma chérie." He responded, before returning to the food on the stove. You groaned and let your head fall onto the counter. It had been about 30 minutes since he last said that. You were growing hungrier by the minute, and your growling stomach wasn't helping either. After a few moments, Francis turned

America's P.O.V I'm walking beside Iggybrows, on my way out of the conference building, my mind is on other things though. My girlfriend *Name* and I are going to my house to pig out on junk food and play video games, the best things ever, in one day! I start picking up my pace as I run to my car, I hear England yelling at me from afar. "America! Where are you going in such a bloody hurry?!" He yells as he runs to catch up with me. "I have a date with my girl today man! I'm not staying here any longer than I need to!" I say as I fish my keys out of my jacket pocket and unlock my door and get in. "I suppose you couldn't be bothered to drop m

Shifting to adjust yourself, you look at your greek boyfriend, sleeping lightly. You smile, and lean back into his chest. The cats surrounding both of you are napping, and you take a look at Heracles' face, admiring his features. His tousled brown hair, his closed eyes, and his soft pink lips. He's holding your hand gently and you squeeze it softly, sighing dreamily. Heracles seems to awake at this point, and he turns his gaze to you, opening his sleep-hazed eyes. "(Name)..." He murmurs, pulling you closer to him and wrapping his arms securely around your waist. You smile, and close your eyes. It feels so peaceful with Heracles, lying under