My Cutie, Iceland
My Cutie, Iceland
For the Disney Parks lovers
I never put an author's note, but this contains visuals for comedic effect, so it would be funniest if you scrolled down one line at a time.
Today was finally the day! Every year, you go on a week long trip to Disneyland with the Nordic Five. You were all packed and almost ready to head over to their house. You walked past your fridge and smiled at the picture from last year.
It was a picture of the six of you on the roller coaster, California Screamin'. In the front, your loud Danish friend, Mathias had his arms in the air and was yelling at Lukas. The poor Norwegian, Lukas, was next to him, pushing his face away from him. You were behind the Dane, smiling to your left with your arms up. To your left, your Icelandic crush, I mean friend, Emil, was gripping tigh
2p!Japan x ReaderTitle: Make my heart beat
Summary: What a ride.
Summary: I do not own Hetalia, just the plot.
[A/N: Before you ask, yes this is how me and my friend curse. I know, Romano would be proud! Please Enjoy!]
Glancing down to the rushing stream and perilous rocks beneath her, _____ bit her lip, timidly wrapping her arms around herself.
"Move your ass, Frau! You're making us fall behind!" The man crossed his arms, tapping his foot impatiently as he stared at his friend. "Just cross the log and you'll be on the other side, it ain't that hard!"
"B-But—" she stammered, her eyes returning to the jagged rocks and crashing water. "If I fall—"
"I'll catch ya!" he assured her, letting his arms fall limply to his side. "If ya didn't want to come on this stupid company retreat, liebe, ya could'a just said so—"
"It's not that," the girl retorted, frowning and placing a hand on her hip. "I need some time away from the computer, man."
"Then cross the log
The Son of the Sea - Dragon!Iceland x Reader
~ The Overture ~
. . .
"Mm . . ."
. . .
A soft murmur pierced the clockwork rumble of the carriage's wheels treading over the rocky path. The weary traveler stirred in his sleep, craning his neck to lean on the walls of the lush, velvet lined carriage. So accustomed was this traveler used to the periodic jolts and jumps of the thin wooden wheels as it rolled over stones and pebbles, shards of steel and whatnots. It was no surprise that this creature was able to sleep soundly even throughout any peace or chaos.
. . .
"Nngh . . ."
. . .
The traveler stirred again; agitated by the absence of the rocky path's playful shoves as the carriage rolled onto smooth ground. How long has it been since this creature has stepped foot outside of this luxurious centaur-driven carriage? No one was quite sure for this creature has been commuting from one city to the next for quite some time. Not once did this traveler stop to take in the sights or receive some proper sleep at a nearby inn or
Regret (Chapter 1)
I feel like I'm… floating…
Italy opened his eyes slowly, heavy sleep still tugging at his eyelids as he struggled to keep them open. He blinked, furrowing his brows lightly at seeing only blue around him, the top surface filtering distorted sunlight through.
I'm… under water?
He lightly pushed his arms upward and kicked his feet downwards, pulling himself to the surface. It wasn't very long before his head broke through to the top, mostly a bright blue void being all he could see. Most likely the sky. He noticed however, he wasn't even holding his breath. It was as if he didn't need to breathe at all…
He disregarded this thought and began to swim forward, knowing he had to get to land soon. Was he out playing in the ocean and he was just carried away? He would have remembered that happening, wouldn't he? But then again, he couldn't remember a lot of things at that moment, just that he and his friends were stuck on that deserted island. He cou
RomanoxReader ~ Wine on Christmas EveWatching you dance your heart out in the streets of Milan from his balcony, Lovino Vargas rested his chin in the palm of his hand and sighed at how marvelous you looked down there. Tonight was Vigila di Natale, also known as Christmas Eve, and everyone was out in the streets celebrating despite the small amount of snow that had fallen the previous day. People were out dancing, singing, eating and of course drinking.
Lovino wasn't much of a party person to be begin with and besides, he liked leaning over his balcony and watching what people were up to. The city at night was such a beautiful thing to see with all of its lights and music. But the real beauty he was admiring tonight was you; a sweet, average village girl who lived right across the street.
Lovino just couldn't get enough of you. The way you were so kind with everyone no matter who they were, your forever bright personality and dazzling smile that could make any boy fall head over heels for you in a second. Why did he
HetaOni (Hetalia x Reader x 2P! Hetalia) Prologue
HetaOni (Hetalia x Reader) Prologue
Games are supposed to be for entertainment. They're supposed to bring you happiness, but they can also give you lots of other feelings like sadness, anger, stress, fear, excitement, and others.
You might even also feel regret.
But games will be games. If you are unsure of your next actions, you save your game to make sure. If you get a "Game Over", you can start over. Or, if you simply do not want to play the game anymore, you exit the game. You stop playing. And, of course, if you want to play that game again, you can restart it. You could do all that because it's just a game.
But what if it wasn't just a game?
What if...it was...reality?
Now, reality is a lot different from games. In reality, you can't save your present action or have a checkpoint in life. You have to risk your all. You have no choice but to go for it, and take responsibility for your actions and the consequences that go along with it.
Of Course Love (England x Reader)
Of course Love (England x Reader)
Long time no see guys, here's a little fluffy story for you guys!~ Hope you enjoy it~ <3
It was late at night and you were happily curled up with your loving boyfriend Arthur, who’d you’ve been with now for almost 3 years. You nuzzled more into his shirt covered chest and he placed a hand on your lower back as you did so. You could hear the Englishman’s calm heart beat and soft steady breathing, both of which made you very relaxed.
The city lights outside were visible from your living room window and the calm light emerging from the TV made you exhale a breath of satisfaction as you continued to watch one of Arthur’s favourite TV shows, Sherlock. (Talk about British stereotypes)
Whilst Arthur was fixated on his show you looked up at him and whispered,
“Hey Arthur, We&
Thunder Dreams - Child!IcelandxF!ReaderxNorway
A small shivering figure lays bundled under multiple blankets. Outside, the downpour of raindrops splattering against the ground and windows sounds like the applause of a large audience just after a great performance. The figure flinches as the room suddenly lights up brighter than it would in the daytime, a loud crash sounding immediately after, shaking the entire house with the force of it's sound and drowning out everything else for a few seconds.
The sound of the rain gently fades back in and the small lump in the covers whimpers quietly. Lightening flashes again and by the time the sky rumbles angrily in response Emil has hopped out of the bed, puffin-plush in hand, and quickly trots out of his room, down the hall, to his older siblings' room. With a small schnick! the door creaks open and small bare feet pad to the left side of the queen sized bed. Small hands grasp a slender shoulder and gently shake it to try and wake them.
"______..." A small whisper. "______.
The Clockwork Heart (Germany x Doll!Reader)
"What am I?"
Not who, but what.
"A doll. I made you."
You ingest this news with an impassive face, though since it is made of sheet metal, the blonde man supposes that it would be hard for you to properly emote. You lift a hand to inspect it. It is meticulously crafted, as would be inspected from one of the top engineers around. It would almost be able to pass for a real human hand, if not for the obvious artificial joints used to craft together your fingers and knuckles. Now another question comes.
"Why did you make me?"
He doesn't answer.
He doesn't answer because he just can't bring himself to tell you he did not mean to bring you to life.
"Who are you?" you now ask, taking in the features of your apparent creator.
There is a slight tint of pink to his pale cheeks, which offsets his somewhat somber expression. He glances at you with piercing blue eyes, this mechanical miracle, and he knows that he owes you as best an explanation as he can offer, under these strange circumstanc
Plot: King Arthur Kirkland, also known as the King of Poise, has a fear of losing loved ones, because he has never managed to raise a child without him/her rebelling against him. He has a mental breakdown everytime someone he's spent years loving and raising says: "I'm leaving" out of the blue, and the memory of those countless violent arguments haunt him. He know's his fear is irrational -- they were old enough to live out on their own anyway -- so he plans on trying to overcome it. Play through the story as King Arthur tries to overcome his irrational fear, while helping his allies overcome theirs in the process.
PlayTime: about 10 minutes
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