America's X-mas Carol Part 1America's X-mas Carol
December! The month where the Holiday Christmas is celebrated. The joy of the cool falling snow, the delicious smell of cookies, the blinding rainbow lights, the love of family and friends, and the awkward winter songs. The best thing about Christmas was that kind, charitable, fat man..... Yes, yes I mean America. Well, Uhh... No. I mean... What happened is America suddenly got all tense, because of all the other countries making him feel defenseless. So America I did what he does best, be an ignorant jack-ass and take out his rage on someone else. Usually, America would be super excited for Christmas and do anything to please his baby states. This year America was a scrooge...
'Hey, Hey, Hey everybody! Are you ready for X-mas???' America came screaming through door.
'Daddy!!!' New York yelled jumping up to hug.
'This year is gonna be great!!! The Christmas tree will be a million times bigger than las
America's X-mas Carol Part 2America's X-mas Carol
For the rest of the day, everyone avoided America. No one else wanted to get on his bad side. So every time he came down the hallway, everyone would walk backwards into another room, when he went in a room, everyone else would stay on the far side, and for a fact .... No one went into the kitchen. The day went on slowly. Finally, America decided to go to bed early, his day was stressful so he fell straight asleep. He began to dream....
America heard something like the sound of rusted chains hitting each other, he slowly began to open his eyes to see who was there, but being all pissed off and tired he just shut his eyes again. America dismissed the who ever it was as one of the states, strange thing is he knew none of the states wore heavy duty chains. America listened carefully for that stranger to move or to leave the room. He heard nothing, so he fell asl
America's X-mas Carol Part 5America's X-mas Carol
America was pacing around in his room, he was waiting for the last ghost to appear. The Ghost of Christmas future. Since America knew this story well, he knew that the last ghost was suppose to be the most terrifying. America then decided to keep his head high and stick it to the man! America waited. Then he suddenly felt like he was being watched.
'Anyone here???' America asked. America slowly walked around his room. 'Hello...' As soon as he said that a hooded figure in a black cloak came walking through the wall. The ghost then stood in front of America.
'W-why.... why are...'
'Why are you so...short?'
'...Because I'm the Admin, Duh!!!' I took off my hood.
'Wait your the Ghost of Christmas Future!!!' He was surprised.
'Ha-HA! That's right! I'm the Ghost! Boo-Ya! Plot twist!!!'
'Since I'm here there is gonna be m
America's X-mas Carol Part 3America's X-mas Carol
'What .... the..... F*ck???' America was standing still in the corner where the ghost, Allen, left him. 'That didn't happen.' America quickly jumped on his bed and hid under his covers. He had a hard time convincing himself that everything that just happened was a hallucination. 'Nothing happened, some ghost named Allen didn't come here, he did not pimp slap me or cause me to secondhand smoke. It was just a dream.' America shivered under the blankets, but soon fell asleep...
'Oooh~ America... America....America.....America.....'
'America!...Oh for Pete sake....'
'HOLY.... COLD WATER!!! WHAT THE-' America was splashed with icy cold water. When he looked to see who dumped the water on him, he saw who, indeed! It was Canada!!! 'Canada! What was that for???'
'I'm the ghost of Christmas past.'
America's X-mas Carol Part 6America's X-mas Carol
'Wake up!!! You Asshole!!!'
America quickly awoke from his sleep. He was back in his bed like he never left. He looked up to see Allen the ghost.
'Allen!! What are you doing here!' America was happy that he wasn't stuck in that terrible future.
'I'm here to keep you from over sleeping... I believe you have learned you lesson???'
'Yes! I have!!! Hah- Where are my states I need to tell them I changed!' America was super excited to show his new attitude to his children. He wanted them to know he changed into a better man... A HERO!!! 'Where are they!?'
'About that....' Allen was a stalling his answer. 'They're in jail...'
America was running down to the prison-house with Allen who was floating with him.
'What the heck happened???'
'Well... Mexico showed you the states went out.... They went to a ba
America's X-mas Carol Part 4America's X-mas Carol
*Caution extreme Cheezey-ness*
America was, yet again, alone in his room. After being visited by Canada the ghost of Christmas past, he waited for the next ghost. He didn't know how long it took but, yet again, he was out like a light. Until....
'Wake up, stupid Gringo!'
America woke up to Mexico. Who was dressed in some type of dress, wearing some green poncho, and he was wearing a wreath on his head.
'Let me guess, Your the ghost.' America said.
Mexico nodded. 'I'm the ghost of Christmas right now....' America tilted his head in confusion.
'Don't you mean 'Present'???'
'No, Christmas right now..... So lets go see whats happening right now!!!' Mexico pointed at the door. America didn't move.
'Why are you cross-dressing???' America asked.
'I'm not! It's just a costume!!! C
Seven Minutes in Heaven...Orchid"The note on this tiny white piece of paper says orchid," you read off the color, the state of the paper made you slightly confused. Why did they write the color instead of actually having it on the slip of paper? It made no logical sense!
Gilbert laid down the black top hat and then put a hand out to you, "That's mine."
"Sweet," you said with a joking tone of voice. You'd been in love with your neighbor for so long it didn't even faze you anymore. You could act normal around him, and you know that for a fact. You're an expert in studying body language. It's true what they say that before you even open your mouth, you've already said a thousand things. However, it was hard to tell if Gil liked you. In all actuality, you never even looked if he didn't it would've been a harsh rejection.
You took Gilbert's hand and he led you to the closet.
"Fusososo!" came a laugh that clearly belonged to Antonio, "Gilbert's getting time with a pretty chica no?"
"Oui, mon ami!" Fr
Russia X (Shy) Reader Part 1WARNING: This is my first fan-fiction/reader-insert! Not of the best out there. So, please comment suggestions and ways to improve. Thanks!
Today was the day. You were finally going to swallow your fear and go up to that country and tell him how you felt. No more scaredy-cat. You were going to tell him... after the World Conference meeting. No no, you weren't delaying. You just thought it would be better to tell him after. You weren't delaying... right? Oh! You couldn't chicken-out again! Not again. Okay, this time for sure. After the meeting.
Taking a huge gulp, you walked into the large room and took your usual seat by the window.
As you sat down, you saw him walking in. Your face flushed red and a squeak escaped. Why? Why did you like him so much? Why?
Headcanons1. Sweden is left-handed. So is Romano. Lithuania is ambidextrous.
2. All the nations play at least one instrument. For example; Prussia plays the drums, Romano plays the guitar and the violin, Spain plays the guitar too, Switzerland plays the trumpet, Austria plays the piano, of course, but a lot of other instruments as well. And Belgium plays the drums... Sometimes a group of countries (Germanic, Anglican, Slavic...) will pair up and have a music competition against others.
3. Greece loves dancing. Not only Greek dances, but almost all sorts of dancing.
4. Netherlands and Canada have a very close relationship. Belgium likes to tease her brother about what kind of relationship exactly.
5. Spain is not that oblivious and notices his two best friends (who are supposed to hate each other nowadays) have become very close...
6. Belgium can hold her alcohol (beer, preferably) better than Germany and Prussia combined.
7. Belgium is actually Flanders. There used to be a Wallonia, but she disa
Flag -RussiaAmerica one-shot-Summery: "It has the same colors as mine." "Da, that it does Amerika, is that a problem?" There was a pause but Ivan spotted a warm smile on the other's face. "Not in my eyes."
Pairing: Russia/ America
Warnings: not much, maybe minor cussing, Cold War, and mentions to a former relationship
This story takes place when the modern flag of Russia went up.
On with the fic!
Ivan Braginski left the capital building in Moscow, adjusting his scarf a bit to protect his face from the cold wind as he walked down the steps. He was in a pleasant mood, he was going to see the first modern flag of the Russian Federation go up and he was pleased about this, since he got to help with it.
He stopped in his steps and turned, seeing someone sitting on the stairs. It took him a moment to register who it was and he raised an eyebrow. "Amerika?"
Said person looked up him, a smile on his face. Ivan almost didn't recognize Alfred for a moment since the nation had not been
Dresses FranceXReader"France, I'm going to kill you!" You screamed, grabbing the coller of his shirt, your face bright red from yelling.
"Why, ma chere?" The blond Frenchman asked, his eyebrows raised.
"You know damn well why!"
You really don't know how he did it(perverts have their ways, you thought) but somehow he got into your room and swiped all your clothes, leaving only a dress for you to wear. The blond bastard knew damn well that you hated dresses with a fiery passion, so you didn't know if he was trying to piss you off or if he was just being a pervert.
Now you would admit, the dress was rather pretty; it was a deep purple color, sleeveless, that went to your knees, with a black belt around the waist. It was simple, but rather nice, not that you'd ever tell him that.
His shock gone now, a small, flirtious smile crept onto the blond's face. "But why do you mind, ma chere? You look beautiful."
You rolled your eyes at the complient. If it had been anyone elese, you might
BritainxChild!AmericaxChild!Reader - No Fighting[Warning: Contains sibling discipline of 10-year-old children.]
It was a warm, summer day at Britain's house. Arthur was doing some paperwork while you were enjoying the nice weather by playing outside with your two, adopted brothers, Alfred and Mathew. They had been living with Arthur longer than you, but being the same age made it easy for the three of you to accept each other. Mathew was pretty calm and quiet, so the two of you usually got along quite nicely. Alfred, however, was a different story. He was always yelling and calling himself 'the hero' all the time...It easily pissed you off. But that never stopped you from playing with him.
"So..." You addressed your brothers. "Wuddya guys wanna do?"
"Lets play hide-and-seek!" Alfred was yelling like he always did. "How's that sound?"
"Y-yeah." Mathew replied in an almost-whisper. As always, he was holding his favorite polar bear plushy. "That sounds fun." Looking over at you, he continued. "Wudd'a you think,
Magical Mischief: Part Two*Read the description below, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*
Alfred heard the words from someone. It sounded as if his brother was calling him but it seemed too far away. He stopped reaching his hand toward the flame half way, and the flame in the gas flashed blue and orange. Alfred suddenly blinked the connection broken and he looked confused for a moment seeing his own hand in front of him reaching for the flame, but he wasn't sure of what was happening. The flame rose higher for a moment and the curse was trying to reach the child. Alfred had thought he heard the one that had called it forth.
England did not get a response from the child, and the only thing he could do was stop the trance, because clearly the child was not in the right state. He raised his hands in the air, and walked forward. Closing his eyes, he spoke in Latin chant.
"Ego imperium haec praecantatio ut finis ad semel! Flamma esse abiit."
An Obvious Spanking*Read the description below, there is a picture/drawing from a fellow deviantART member that goes along with the short story.*
France and England sat at the world meeting and were jabbering on and off with each other in little spats. It had been this way for as long as Arthur could remember. Since the early days, when they were both fighting against one another, the Brit just did not want to deal with the French nations presence. Normally Arthur would do everything in his power to find a different seat, but the French nation always seemed to want to sit next to him. He shook his head with a sigh.
Germany had the table, and was talking. No one usually talked out of turn when he had the seat, and England looked over while rolling his eyes. He grabbed up his cup of tea, and sipped from it. France continued talking, but quietly.
"Come on Arthur come over, and I guarantee 'ou will 'ave a delightful time. My maids, 'zey are 'ze definition of satisfaction. Hoh hoh naughty lit
The "United" States of America"Okay everyone," a loud and dark brown haired boy stated over the chatter of his fellow siblings, "let the States meeting begin!" The huge table seated fifty teenage and some young adult states. West Virginia smiled as the meeting started out relatively peaceful for a change. He soon begun to talk about new ways of improving the economy for the country.
Most of the states sighed, knowing how this could end, bringing up this topic again. Some states simply had no interest in hearing this idea again. California took out her iPod and started listening to whatever song she had on it, just to drown out another one of his rants. North and South Dakota were almost ready to fall asleep. And Nevada was busy playing poker with New Mexico.
It may look like West Virginia didn't notice his siblings obviously not paying attention, but of course he did. Being the state that currently held America's capital, he knew better then to believe some of them wouldn't be bored. He just kept talking in hopes o
Remember the AlamoThe teenager fell to his knees, gasping in pain and holding back tears as he tilted his head up to lock eyes with the man standing before him.
Blood covered them both, but Texas was dripping with it. His blue uniform was now stained in red, and the mahogany bandanna tied around his neck had the red liquid splattered across it.
Mexico, on the other hand, had few injuries other than a slash across his cheek. The only speck of blood on his uniform was coating his collar. And that was the blood of Texas's men.
The small boy struggled to breathe as his aqua eyes stared into Mexico's chocolate ones.
He was alone.
None of his men were left. The couple that remained had fled. He had begged America for supplies and soldiers in letters. The nation hadn't done much, but it was all he could do, and Texas understood.
He was proud. Hundreds of the Mexicans had been wounded or killed. At least he was able to bring some down with him.
"You know none of this would have happened if you had not rebelled?
Burden Ukraine_Russia[Warning] Contains sibling discipline!
Ivan hesitated outside the door for a long while. He fidgeted with the end of his scarf all the while, one hand pulling away to reach for the door handle only to pull it back. His breathing was shallow, chest aching with every inhale. His heart was thumping so loudly that it pounded in his ears. His hand moved towards the handle again, fingers closing around the cold metal. It squeaked a little as he turned it slowly, and the sound startled him so much that he froze. Letting go, the hinges on the door creaked as it opened about an inch. Everything was quiet for a few breaths before a feminine voice came from inside the room. "H-hello?"
"Mm ! I-it's me "
"Oh, Vanya! Don't stand outside, come " She paused as the door creaked open further, her younger brother slipping inside. Her eyes widened as he closed the door behind him, his eyes averted to the side. His coatthe scarf They were both stained with blood. It
Nothin' That Ain't Already Broke pt4Matthew's head rises and falls with Alfred's bare chest as he breathes. Alfred's jeans feel gross and slept-in, but he doesn't get up to change for fear of waking him. He yawns, stretching his arms, and combs his fingers through Matthew's hair, soft and golden and nearly glowing in the gentle morning light. He turns his head to look around the living room, brought aware of the stiffness in his neck from sleeping on the couch.
He licks his dry lips, heart speeding up as he remembers Matthew's goodnight kiss. So innocent, yet there was nothing innocent about it. It wasn't hard to see that Matthew still had feelings for him. The idea spreads warmth in his chest as he continues drawing his fingers through Matthew's hair, chuckling.
Matthew stirs. "Hm?"
"Good morning, star shine," Alfred sings, voice rough with morning dryness. "Damn I'm thirsty "
"Good morning, Alfred." Matthew's voice is soft as his hair, gentle as the fingers running through it. He turns his head just enough to kiss
Lonely - Russia X ReaderI was sitting with the Allies. They had looked concerned about something. Russia was looking depressed and so they all had this idea that Russia had (possibly) accidentally killed someone or something important. They haven't seen Canada in a few days so they are thinking that it is was him that was killed. The problem to that is that Canada is sitting next to me! Everyone was silent at this meeting. Of course you couldn't really call it a meeting since not even America was sharing their ideas. Eventually England breaks the silence.
"Hey chaps it's getting late and I have to go umm feed Flying Mint Bunny!" England said and laughed awkwardly.
"Yeah I bet your imaginary friends are so lonely!" America said and he quickly though up a reason to go, "Dudes I kinda have to go too. You know since umm Invader Zim is totally on and I totally want to watch it! I heard it's the episode where Zim uhhh controls the world Yeah that's it." Since America was taking me home I had to go befor
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