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Hetalia | Lithuania/Toris Laurinaitis x Country!Reader Contest Entry -------------------- Imagine a fish out of water. Writhing, flailing, muscles wriggling beneath glistening scaly skin with the aim of making ground, a mind with one sole goal. It's constantly on the move, full of life... For now. Now imagine a few dozen of them, maybe even two hundred, all different colours and shades, all shunting each other out of the way to traverse a long path. Journeying the land at the pace of an injured snail, frustration gradually refuelling their efforts. That's the image that pops into your mind when you gaze upon the swarms of people below, i

Monaco had to comfort you once again, she was the one who helped you with anything that had to do with being a Country. But being a Country was hard, but it was great to have her always at your side in times of need. "(Name), are you okay? I mean, honestly, you are always getting in so much trouble. I told you not to become a Country, but nooo, you never listen. I mean come on, you think you wouldn't be as so stubborn as you turned out to be-" There she goes... The usual scolding. You looked up at her and listened to her words, but you were slowly zoning out by the smell of her breath... Obviously she had some mint flavored gum because her

A/N: I made the reader neutral. They can be boy/girl/non. On a mission “Look guys, I’m the Hulk!” America shouted. He held the broom above his shoulders, two buckets full of water resting on each side of it, and started pumping his arms up and down imitating weights.   “Stop shouting! And put that down!” England exclaimed, rather loudly himself, reaching for one of the buckets before it spilled. But America swiftly dodged to the side, a bit of water splashing to the floor. France happily chatted with his associate, a slim young man with short straight blond hair and bangs. He wore the same suit as me, so I ass

Husband!Netherlands x Wife!Reader: How To Quit Smoking ____ glared at her husband. He was doing it again: Smoking. She knew why - he'd always done it. She knew that he was stressed because of his work at the moment, and the smoking calmed him down. But she hated it. It made their home smell like tobacco, him taste like tobacco and it was actually really dangerous. What if they ever had a kid? Would he continue then? ____ sighed, she needed to do something about this. Or she'd go crazy. A plan began to form in her mind and she snickered a little to herself. 'Be prepared, Tim van der Berg, 'cause here I come!' ~~~~ Some time later ____ p

    Ever since she could remember, ______ was surrounded by technology. Her father built his practice years before she was born, and built a reputation amongst the poorer communities. He was known not only for his quality parts, but for his spectacular service, and even more spectacular prices. Because of him, even a poor fisherman could get a much needed cyber prosthetic. He worked on everything; eyes, arms, legs. He made many friends. Every day _____ would run downstairs and watch him as he would fix a cyber prosthetic arm, or finish tinkering with a cyber eye that functioned like the real thing and more. But her favorite was always the rob

A/U: This fic is a contest entry for (HetaXReadXInter)~! I was inspired to put North Korea in the story all thanks to YouMustLoveOreos. She really did a good job in her fanfic and I realized that there's few stories with North Korea so I thought to myself "Why not make one?" so here it is! I made more than one kissing scene here and also teasing~ Enjoy! (Third Pov) “Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin." -Mother Teresa But what if time is stops...? --- Like any other person, she/he would love to have friends over their place unless they did something unpleasant. A girl with (H/L) (H/S) (H/C)

It was 3AM when you were dragged into consciousness. As you woke up, you felt… different. Is the cat sleeping on my chest again? You wondered groggily, eyes still closed. But there was no weight on your chest. The weight was around your whole body. Your eyes fluttered open. Only now did you register the warm breath fanning your face. Your vision focused. Inches away was Lukas’s sleeping face. You shifted, but you quickly found that his arms were coiled around your body, and yours did the same for his own. Even your legs were tangled together. Now, you didn’t mind being in this position, but you swore you’d fallen a

Your cellphone vibrated on your bed as you stuffed the last of your pencils into your book bag. You zipped up the little compartment before you checked the text you received. It was from your girlfriend Lili and read, “Outside.” You tossed your bag over your shoulder and slid your phone into your pocket before heading out. Parked in front of your average little three bedroom home was a 2014 Mercedes-Benz. You’ve ridden in it to school for a few months now, but the sleek gray sedan with deep tinted windows still made you gawk sometimes when you saw it. You jogged across your front lawn to the car and opened the backseat door

Years Later… “Well, this is literal bullcrap,” You muttered, typing out your assignment for the umpteenth time. Being in graduate school was probably the worst choice you’ve made in your academic career, however, you still think of your future and your success. Having been through school for these past years, your relationships have had a drastic change when you all graduated high school. Francis is now the manager of a hair salon (engaged to Arthur, who knew?), Antonio went to school internationally under a scholarship for soccer and Gilbert… That first date became a turning point in your relationship with Gi

You sat in your living room with your part-country, part-vampire boyfriend Vladimir, the personification of Romania. He was busy ranting about his pet peeve: the undermining of vampires in modern literature and film (namely in Twilight). You sighed, as you were well accustomed to these bouts of indignation that occurred from time to time. “The way we are presented nowadays is totally wrong! Vampires are supposed to instill awe and fear, not “sparkle” meekly and look sexy! … Wait, what are you laughing for?” he asked you, puzzled, as you tried to catch your breath from your sudden laughing fit. “Well”

4. Parenting Nancy knocked on the bedroom door and slowly made her way inside the dark room. The only light came from the screen of a laptop and a desk lamp. Roma sat at the large wooden desk over in the corner of the room with papers splashed about him; he preferred to be in the dark than well-lit places, so he usually worked with a minimal amount of light. Nancy softly closed the door behind herself and made slow steps toward him. “So, you’re not coming to dinner?” she asked. He stayed turned with his back facing her and didn’t respond. Nancy sighed. “Can’t you just come down stairs? (name) seems as

You sighed as you shoved the red ball out of your square and watched it bounced into the one in front of you with a bored expression. "What about Tommy Harris?" your brunette haired friend in the square to the right of you, Liza asked. "Tommy Harris picks his nose and puts it on his shoes!" you debated. Jarret, the girl in front of you, bounced the ball to the square beside her and commented, "He's still cute, though." "He's gross!" "Uhm. What about Robert Grey?" your third friend, Marci-Lee suggested as she passed the ball to Liza. "Robert doesn't even know how to hold his pencil." "...But he's cute, though," Marci-Lee reasoned. You

When you opened the box, a cheerful smile of a mochi greeted you. It had a big fish with it, though you didn't know whether the fish is alive or not. Better stick with the thought of a stuff fish then. The little one had brown eyes that's really common among many fellow mochis so you couldn't recognized which mochi it is, just a bit suspicion. Thankfully, it was resolved immediately when you noticed the little one also was holding red bows, though it doesn't wear those. You named him "Mike" since obviously the original name for his original nyo self was not suitable and he might get teased for that. The little guy was a bit sloppy, but he ma

Paper kiss! :S.Korea x reader: "(Naaaammme)!" You squeaked when you were attacked from your chair as a pair of arms wrapped around your torso and something soft was rubbing against your cheek. Your boyfriend has the strangest way of grabbing your attention sometimes. "Get off of me, Yong Soo!" you exclaimed, trying to pry his arms off from around you. "I know I'm your girlfriend and all, but seriously, can't you be less...extreme about it?" The Korean male untwined his arms around you and gave you a pout. "I just wanted to be unique around you...all the other guys are so boring around their girlfriends!" Still pouting, he sat up with his

                                             Tapas Dates (Name) and Elizaveta sat once again in the campus tea shop.  Elizaveta poured a cup for herself and (Name), then leaned in forward. “Well, what’s the deal tonight?” Elizaveta asked.  “Francis or Antonio?” “Antonio,” (Name) said.  “And before you ask, no.  No I don’t know what we’re doing because trust me, I would have texted you already.” “What’s with boys and not giving full details on the dates they want to take us on?” “Every date I’ve ever been on has been a surprise,” (Na

    ______ finally arrived in the great city Metropolis, squeezing through the crowds and finding her way around was exhausting. She wished to be back in her own bed, listening to some 'Phantom'. But here she was, in the big bustling city in the middle of the night with nothing but her suitcase and a dream. That's a good reason to leave your only friends and home, she tried to convince herself. Every part of her ached, even though the train seats were quite comfortable. Perhaps it was because she, for whatever reason, brought along her cyber prosthetic and robot tools, which weighed the equivalent of two small children at any given time. Her

Chapter 13: Warm Up Switzerland x Reader ~*~*~*~*~* With March entering its first week, the warmer weather was approaching steadfastly. Some days, the weather didn’t hold back to remind everyone that it was still winter, while on other days, it felt as if spring had come at last. Today was not one of those days. (F/N) walked briskly on the sidewalk, hands stuffed into her coat pocket, (e/c) eyes glaring forward. The gloomy weather truly reflected her mood at the moment. Noticeable bags under her eyes could be seen and her normally well kept (h/c) hair was now messy. The stress from projects and homework was certainly taking a toll o

“I'll be back in an hour.” Mattie said as he walked back in and grabbed his jacket. “Where are you going?” England rose but Canada was already gone. Alfred blinked. “That was strange.” “It was.” Arthur nodded. “Very strange.” ... Mattie reached 'the hideout' about 12 minutes later. A car was idling in front of the building, a dark-skinned, athletic middle-aged man standing next to it. “Matthew?” he asked. “Yes. Williams.” Canada affirmed. “Get in.” he nodded. “Where is (name)?” Matthew asked, not moving. The man stopped, sighing and t