Animegirl2378

WARNING: Swearing involved! Mainly from Romano, but reader-chan does some too. Don't likey? Don;t read-y! is that even a word? *** What, what was that your hand touched? It felt, weird, and hairy… huh? You pulled it out, only to see a… fake moustache? Amused none the less, you placed it to your top lip, giggling as it tickled your nose. ‘That’s-a mine.’ A man with brown hair and green eyes, along with a little curl on the side of his head, stepped forward. He looked a little pissed-off, and you shrank slightly in England’s arms, kinda scared. ‘NO! Don’t be-a frightened! It’s-a ok!&rsquo

A/N: I know for the other ones, I have tried to do Sweden’s accent, but for the love of god, it just proved to be too much of a pain for this one. So you get fully formed words! Aren’t you all lucky buggers? Your hand suddenly brushed something cool, and wooden. You grasped it, and pulled the object out. ‘A wooden doll?...’ mulled England. ‘That’s mine.’ One of the two tallest stepped forward, his blonde hair sitting neatly on his head, his blue eyes watching you as he took you from England. You looked back with [e/c] ones – whilst many would have been scared by the serious stare, you found it

You felt your hands brush over various objects, cold, warm, hard, soft, squishy – eew, was that slimy? Yuk! You suddenly touched something thin and cool. Grasping it, you pulled it out to see it was a cross, with what looked like a hairclip on the back. ‘Hahaha, that’s Norge’s!’ yelled a man. A man stepped forward and removed the barrette from your hands, fixing it back into his hair before taking you himself. You peered into his blue eyes, before the odd curl caught your gaze by the side, which looked like it was totally apart from his head. ‘Hello young one.’ He said quietly. ‘Hiya.’ You

It was a long, round thing that caught your attention. You grasped it, and pulled it out, before examining what appeared to a brown stick in your hand, with a golden ring round the middle. ‘What is this?’ you asked curiously. ‘That’s a cigar lass!’ You looked to see a flame haired male walking over, a grin scrawled over his face. ‘I thought you said you didn’t come to these things!’ England exclaimed, as Scotland scooped you from his arms, holding you to him. ‘Aye, I don’t usually. But I thought I might just turn up today, seeing as you were holding it in Edinburgh. Good thing too, o

Trigger Warning: #slight ooc #One swear word. One. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The club resonated with music, the bass blared loudly throughout the speakers at the front. Tonight you were at your boyfriend, Dirk Strider's concert. Dirk and his twin brother, Dave stood facing the audience, their best instruments laid out in front of them. You don't usually go to their concerts due to having long days and being very tired by the end of it. But you took today off at Dirk's request. ~Flashback~ "Please babe?" Dirk pleaded. "But you know I have to work, Dirk." You argued. "I know, you're all important and shit but come on y

2P Hetalia X Neko Reader Luciano yawns as he walks down the stairs, (Name) on his heels. He could hear the TV and walks into the living room to see Flavio watching some drama show. “What are you still doing here?” he asks “It’s Saturday” Flavio answers glancing at him “Oh…I’m hungry” “Breakfast is on the stove just serve yourself” Luciano grunts and goes to the kitchen. He serves himself and goes to leave but almost trips when (Name) grabs his leg. He looks down at her annoyed. “Get off” he orders “Don’t forget to feed (Name)!” Flavio calls

     {A Punkish!Dirk X Reader.}     (Name) walked into school the next day, fully expecting the verbal abuse she usually got. Today though, there was nothing. Everyone watched her as she passed by, but they all simply backed away.     “Enjoying the peace? Hope you are. It took me for-fucking-ever to get them to leave you alone.” (Name) looked up to see the same eyes and blonde hair of the boy that had protected her so relentlessly.     “H-Huh? What did you do? Dirk, just what exactly are you saying to people?!” He groaned lightly and pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her neck.     “I love hear

     {Punkish!Dirk X Reader.}     “That’s what you get you nerd! I hope you go to hell!”     “That’s right! Worthless bitch!”     “You fucking slut!”     (Name) was used to this, she heard it every day. Nothing new.     That is, until she heard a new voice yell out.     “Hey! Leave her alone!” The group of people surrounding her dispersed to show a very attractive teen with pointy shades and a black wife beater. The first thing (Name) did was walk back to get away from him. He would hit her, or call her names, or embarrass her even worse.     He didn’t do any of t