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PrussiaxReader     Gilbert Beilschmidt sat sulking on his porch as he waited for one of his only friends to pick him up for (as she described it) a “fun” day out. He was definitely not in the mood to be out having fun, but he couldn’t tell _____ no. They had been childhood friends despite his loner personality, and he had recently started to develop different feelings for her. He couldn’t quite place what this new consciousness was, but it wasn’t normal for him. Gilbert, angry that he could not understand these sensations, got up and began pacing in front of his house. Where the hell is she anyway? Gilbert thoug

“Dude, this is going to be awesome!” Alfred said, leaping onto the couch next to you. He stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth as he pressed the play button on the remote, practically trembling with excitement—or what you knew he was trying to pass off as excitement. You placed a hand gently on his shoulder. “You know, we don’t have to watch a movie like this. We could watch a comedy or something.” “There’s no need to be scared,” Alfred chortled. “The hero is right here to protect you.” You rolled your eyes as the opening credits began to appear. The title flashed acro

  The Rule of a Gentleman #179 Hold her while she cries… Nothing feels better Tonight I was at {Name’s} house watching the movie “Crash,” {Name} said that she needed to watch it for a her Sociology class, and she didn’t want to watch it alone so she asked me to watch it with her. {Name} and I were sitting on the couch under a cover together, and I had my arm slung across the back of the couch behind her.   The movie was interesting so far. There were a couple of parts of the movie that lost me for a second, until {Name} explained it to me a little better at what point they were trying to get across. Then at on

Distractions NorwayxReader Request for otaku-wolfs-xD "Cupcakes?" you shrieked, horrified. Your fist clenched around the used-to-be perfect assignment sheet. "It's the first day of school, and we're going to make cupcakes?!" Your friend, Eliza, rubbed your back sympathetically. "Well, I know you absolutely suck at cooking, but at least it couldn't get worse than this, right?" she said with an encouraging smile. You were about to agree when your eyes drifted to the seating charts. Then you felt like you wanted to die all over again. Your jaw nearly unhinged, not believing what you saw. "(y/n)?" Eliza asked in an concerned tone. You grabbed

"Hey, Matt!" "Huh?" Matthew was utterly confused. A girl's voice was calling his name. "Hey, Mattie, (Name)'s calling you." Alfred nudged his brother with a smirk. He turned his head and saw that the girl waving at him excitingly. When (Name) saw that she has his attention, she patted the empty space across from her. Alfred pushed Matthew towards her. Matthew sat nervously across from her, setting down his lunch on the table. "Y-you were talking to me… right?" "Of course I was! Your name is Matthew. It's alright if I use Matt for short?" He wasn't paying attention; the sound of his name being called with her voice reminded him of

“Hey, Yao?” you asked the Chinese man lying next to you on the soft, green grass.  “Can I ask you something?” Yao opened one of his eyelids at you.  “You already did, aru.” He said with a smile as you puffed up your cheeks, pouting. “I’m serious, Yao!” “Alright, alright.  There’s no need to shout,” he moved his hands that were rested behind his head towards his stomach. “What’s on your mind this time, aru?” You were hesitant at first, but managed to build enough courage to speak the words out that were formed in your mind. “Well, I noticed tha

Matthew was so sweet. You really loved the poor fellow to death, but he was way too oblivious. Lost in a realm of books and fiction, he was unreachable to you on that level. And you were too shy to drag him back out. But you were still trying. Kind of. You accompanied him to the library after school. You pretty much jumped at any opportunity to hang out with him, and hoped it didn’t bother him. So there you were, rubbing your bare arms to use friction to warm yourself. Matthew observed this, “Are you cold, _____?” “I’m fine, Mattie.” you said with a smile, knowing he was the type to worry. Still, he to

You knocked on the door of Canada's house, wanting to see your friend. You were a country, quite close to him in both friendship and border proximity. Since your name was kind of formal, he just called you _____. And you had gotten used to calling him Matthew or Mattie. He flung open the door, a hockey stick in hand. Your (e/c) eyes widened in fear, "Mattie, it's just me!" He breathed a sigh of relief, "Sorry, _____." You noticed his clothes were ruffled and creased as he rested the hockey stick against the wall beside him. "I take it the meeting with the G8 didn't go too well?" you asked, stepping into his house while he shut the door beh

-Click- -Click- You sighed as you continued flipping rapidly through the many pointless channels on television. Nothing to watch on a Sunday. 'No surprise there.' You sighed once again as you stopped on a random channel, folding your arms across your chest in a very bored manner. "_____? Would you like some pancakes?" A kind, gentle voice suddenly called  from over by the kitchen. "Have I ever turned down one of your luscious and super scrumptious pancakes before, Mattie?" "I guess not..."  He murmured quietly, smiling to himself since he had someone enjoy his breakfast so very much. Seeing how your question answered his question, y