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“All this time, I… only wanted you. Just… you.” You sighed, and glanced over at him with pity. He was invisible to them again. Russia was sitting on him, as usual. Why did it seem like you were the only one who could see poor Canada? The only time the rest of the Allies noticed him was when they were looking for America. His brother. Never did anyone see him otherwise. You felt bad for the little guy. A loud, crazy, somewhat obnoxious guy like America was bound to overshadow his own quiet, shy brother like that. You were pretty sure Canada had spent his whole life getting stuck in his brother’s problems, on

"____! I vill not allow you to do zat!" "'Not allow'? Tsk! You're not the boss of me!" Ludwig frowned at your response, blushing in annoyance when he knew that you were right. You grinned triumphantly at his reaction, picking up a box full of decorations and heading off in a different direction. However, he stepped in front of you, his stern eyes showing that he wasn't going to let you go that easily. "As a friend, I am telling you zat zis is a dangerous idea," the blonde said with extreme seriousness. This resulted in you rolling your (insert colour) eyes again, sighing in exasperation, "Ludwig, it's a kissing booth. It's not like I'm go

Germany x Reader The costume -------- ----- ---- "___________!" You looked behind you and see your friend Gilbert running after you. You had just left the grocery store and were walking back to your apartment. You stopped to put your grocery bags on a nearby bench and watched him run towards you. He stopped to catch his breath and looked up at you. You stared at him "well?" you asked a little annoyed. You were hungry and needed to get back to your house to put your groceries away. Once he caught his breath he grinned at you "so you know that west's birthday is today?" he started. Of course you knew, you had been friends with the German

“You’re sleeping with that thing again?” The familiar voice of the Italian carried a disgruntled tone as you clambered onto bed, his words raspy from drowsiness as he cracked one eye open to look at you. “There’s nothing wrong with it,” you retorted defensively, clutching the soft material of your teddy bear closer to your chest. “It helps me sleep. Really.” His scoff wasn’t very subtle as Romano propped himself up with his elbows, eyes narrowed at the plush animal that was held in your arms. You’d recently received the teddy bear from your mother who’d been digging through

You sat on a lawn chair staring absentmindedly into space. It was a hot day but you had no desire to get in the water because going swimming meant you would have to be seen in your swimsuit. You had been forced to go to America's pool party, but there was no way he could force you to go in the water. No one seemed to care that you were walking around in an overlarge tshirt and hadn't so much as dipped a toe in the water. You doubted that anyone even recognized you because you looked so different. Plain jeans and tank tops  had been exchanged for a white shirt with a skull on it and sparkly flip flops. The shirt was long enough to be consider

Ludwig was a cute sleeper. You’d give him that. With his peaceful expression and soft snores, he resembled a giant, huggable teddy bear; the fact that his hair was down didn’t help too much either, because it only seemed to add to the adorable look. Nonetheless, even if he did resemble a teddy bear, he definitely wasn’t acting like one – on the contrary, it was you who was acting like a teddy bear. “I’m so thirsty,” you whined pitifully, squirming around in Ludwig’s strong hold. “Lemme go, Luddy! Wake up! I wanna get some water!” The German didn’t even move, earning yet an

"Vakey Vakey," a voice said next you your ear. You groaned and turned to your said away from the voice, throwing the blankets further above your head. "Now frau, you shouldn't sleep the day avay," it said, pulling your covers back down. "Gilbert go away. I'm tiiiirrrred," you groaned trying to pull the blankets back up but they weren't moving at all; you growled. "_(f/n)_, I may have invited someone over," Gilbert spoke quietly. "Oh yeah, who and how did you?" you questioned, not believing him one bit. "Mein Bruder, Ludvig. It took me a vhile, but i managed to send him a e-mail vith your account," he told you, and you could here the smile i

Well, you're first week in your new apartment did not go the way you had planned for it to and that could be thanked by a certain Prussian ghost you had. First, you decided it wasn't safe to change with any lights on so he, you hoped, would not be able to see you. Second, you were not able to take a shower alone without him coming up and you were not going to try and shower with the lights off for fear you might trip and get hurt. Of course, the only plus side is that you no longer had to worry about being bored or having it be too quiet, though a bit less talking might be a good thing. "Gilbert quit that," you ordered him, slightly annoyed.

"This.  Sucks."  You complained to yourself as you held your mini (f/c) flashlight in one hand, a big duffle bag in the other.  It was fall and a bit cold.  Currently, you were in your school hall ways, at night, with no one else there.  You could see a crescent moon  outside the windows from where you walked.  It looked so nice outside. Groaning to yourself, you turned a corner, and finally reaching the room that you needed.  Opening it with your foot, you got a slight chill. A girl had died here a month previous in this exact room.  She was your age and was actually really pretty.  You weren't friends with her, but at the time you still f