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When I'm alone Part 2: EnglandxReader

Arthur POV Well, Francis's simplistic plan would've been the absolute perfect plan if I could have gotten the guts to actually go through with it. Yes, it would've been absolutely spectacular to just waltz right up to her, one of my own patients, and just ask her out on a date but that just wasn't going to be happening. Blame it on my need of this job, or my gentlemanly ways but really, I was just a coward. So with the sudden realization of my feelings it made every visit from her even harder than it already had to be. Every time she would come in with a new break, burn or tear and I would have to try to hold my tongue, just wishing she wou

Literature

When I'm alone Part 1: EnglandxReader

When I'm Alone~ Chapter 1 EnglandxReader Your POV "Are you serious? This is your second time here this month and it's not even half way through! Honestly, there is no way of getting to you!" "Oh put a sock in it Arthur." "No, I won't!" "Why does it even matter?" "Because, I'm not going to get a phone call someday telling me that you were hit by a car or something!" "Please, nobody would call you about it." "You know what I mean." "No I really don't. Just fix it." I grumbled as I stuck out my leg straight in his general direction. He was so annoying, acting as if he really cared or something. He just hated patching me up every time I

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I dreamed a dream Part 3: GermanyxReader

I dreamed a dream~ Chapter 3 Your POV I couldn't stay. I knew that. Everywhere I went was a place that Ludwig and I shared a memory. It was too painful to stay. I thought that he was different, but he turned out to be just like everyone else. Just another man who made a promise and then left without warning. That's what hurt the most. It was childish but he promised. Now, I spend my time sitting beside the phone, calling him, begging him to let me fix this though really, I didn't know how. If he would just give me the chance though, I'm sure I could figure it out. Here was the only place that didn't make me think of him. I knew if I took a

NezumiHaruka

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Denmark x Reader: Valentines Valencies

A loud thunk was heard as your lovable friend introduced his face to the desk. Rolling your eyes, you poked the side of his face. "Matt, it's just Valencies." You whispered, trying to stop yourself from laughing. Matthias moaned as he turned his head to look at you. "But _________~!" He whined, bright blue eyes like a puppy dog's. You covered your mouth to stifle giggling when his gravity-defying hair jiggled. "It's Valentines! You don't do Science on Valentines…" That's right, today was the famous Valentines Day, 14th of February. You had come to school only to be bombarded with excited Italian, Hungarian and Japanese friends, just

Literature

FrUk Fanfic: Love was a French thing.

Love was a French thing. It always had been, and, according to Francis, always will be. For as long as he could recall he'd had the ability to spot another person's weak spots, and generally speaking it was the people they cared about the most. A little sparkle glimmering in their eyes when conversing with one another, a small dusting of pink delicately spread across cheeks, a shiver at the touch of another's warmth - time and time again Francis had spotted, and often exploited, that tricky thing known as love. And yet, Francis was frustrated. For you see, there was one person which Francis simply couldn't figure out. Whenever the two of th

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Sweden x Reader: Christmas hugs

Belward was an interesting person, to say the least. Stretching up onto your toes, you scanned the crowd in front of you. Yes, the night was young, but somehow you had managed to lose sight of Sve amongst the many bustling Swedish christmas shoppers. And it wasn't the first time this evening, either. Swiveling around, you managed to get a glimpse of the stoic man. Well, perhaps a bit more than just a glimpse - he was rather tall, after all. He was looming over a cotton candy stand, staring with a childlike curiosity into the colorful machine. You giggled softly, watching his eyes light up when a little girl next to him ordered a serve. The

threepinkdoors

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Germany x Reader x Prussia: W2H4M Part 2

Here is the winner of the contest! Read on to find out what happens to you, Reader-Sama! We're gonna do this in two parts since this chapter is really long XD *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* A few years later... It wasn't easy rebuilding a country after a devastating war. You helped Ludwig in whatever way you could, feeding the people, making clothes for them, and helping make mortar. Ludwig did most of the hard work, along with the men. He slaved away, day in and day out, climbing dangerous heights to rebuild people's homes and vital offices that needed work. You wondered if perhap

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Germany x Reader x Prussia: Write to Her for Me..

This man had the most mesmerizing eyes you had ever seen. They were like fiery rubies, burning through your soul. He spoke in a soft tone, despite the harsh German accent. "Are you alright?" You looked up into his eyes, still captivated by them. He smiled softly and picked up your tiny body. "Zehre's von right here!" he shouted. A group of soldiers crowded around you. You clung to the man's slender, milky white neck. "She doesn't look any older zahn ten," one of the soldiers reported after inspecting you a bit. "Gut. Zehn I shall take her to zee camp," the man stated. "She can't shtay here like zihs." You watched as the soldiers stood firm

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Germany x Reader x Prussia: W2H4M Final

You and Ludwig were staying in your old home. It was a mess thanks to the Allies, but he rebuilt it was best he could. However, you noticed Gilbert's letters stopped immediately after the invasion of Germany. You wanted to ask Ludwig about it, but you weren't sure how. It was dinner time now, and it was mostly quiet when you ate together. You sucked in a deep breath. "H-hey, Ludwig?" Ludwig looked up from his manual. It was the most important book he owned--it must have been, since he never seemed to part from it and he was always reading it. Sometimes you wondered what it was about. "W-where did Gilbert go?" Ludwig twitched. "I mean, you sa

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Prussia x Reader- If I Die Young

"Is he still out there?" You looked down to the tall blonde german who was hunched on the couch infront of the rather large window in the living room, his now distant blue eyes fixated on the white coffe mug in his hands. Ludwig looked up to you, a sad expression planted on his face that couldn't quite be described with words alone. He gave you a slight nod, not seeming to reply for the longest while. "Ja." He looked back down to his mug, the brown fluid sending out tiny ripples as his grip on the handle became unsteady. "He's been out zhere all afternoon." You looked down to your feet that were planted firmly in the shaggy, brown carpet y

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Germany x Reader- The Internet

"Hey, Germany." You cracked a smile, peering over at the blond german and away from the bright, blinding computer screen you had been staring at for so long. Italy and you had been scouring the internet for hours, looking for nothing in particular. Just a few moments ago the two of you had found something called 'babynames.com'. It had caught your intrest, so you clicked on it to see what it was about. Just like the name implied, it was a websight with nothing but baby names. At the top of the screen you could look up any name you wanted and see what it stould for, and what gender the name was supposed to belong to. At the bottom, you could

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Sick!England x Reader - Bath Talk

You were greeted with the gentle, faint aroma of tea and roses once you opened the door to your English friend’s house, his spare key clutched in your hand as you peered inside. There was nothing out of the ordinary; as usual, Arthur’s house was kept in wonderful condition, with everything clean and not a speck of dust in sight. Closing the door behind you, you quickly locked it and put the key away before sighing. Arthur had called you earlier, requesting that you come over. He was bedridden at the moment, and he absolutely refused to bring over Alfred to take care of him since last time the American had tried to place a hambur

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Nordics x Reader - How to calm a Dane

Why? Why did Tino have to give Mathias coffee? Sadly, you didn’t know. But you DID know that it was NOT a good idea. As you heard another crash come from downstairs, and a “YOU CAN’T GET AWAY FROM THE KING OF NORTHERN EUROPE, YOU STUPID BIRD!”, you laid your head on your desk, basically facedesking. Here you were, trying to work on a school assignment, and that stupid Dane was running around downstairs doing who knows what. Getting up, you made your way to the top of the stairs of your two story house that you shared with your older brothers friends. “Mathias! What in the world are you doing?&rdquo

I'm Who Now?! (PrussiaXReader) 1

mysticarrow

Published: Apr 8, 2013

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Sorry for weird text my word doccument doesnt work Dx

Hey there this is my first fanfiction, please don't burn me too bad! Anyways I've had this idea for awhile and I wanted to do an oc, though since I know many people appreciate a read insert (me included), I decided to mix it up. Basically the character will look, act, family, background, yada yada as I write; though I will leave the first name blank so one can but in their own. Alors, I do not own hetalia, I wish. Any errors please correct me! I've been so caught between french and english lately I don't seem to pick up my mistakes as well as I should. Enjoy this story where the reader enters Hetalia in a whole new strange way. LANGUAGE WARNING!