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Canada x Reader Oneshot: Teach me FrenchClosing your French textbook, you threw it at a tree. You couldn’t believe your teacher was failing you in class! If you didn’t get your grade up soon, your parents were going to ground you for life! They had pulled your curfew down to 9 when they saw it was a C last month, you shuddered to imagine what it would be if they saw anything lower.Sighing, you stood up and jogged over to pick up your book. You were in the park, one of your favorite places. All the maple trees were losing their leaves as the fall quickly became winter, and your feet made a delightful crunching noise on the ground. Bending over, you froze when you heard rapid, panicked breathing nearby. Peeking around the tree, you saw a blonde haired boy with a single curl huddled up into a ball. He wore a fuzzy coat with a vivid red maple leaf sewn to the back, and a small stuffed polar bear sat next to him.“Uh, are you-“ You started to ask, wondering if he was crying or something. He looked up, blu
Allies x Reader x 2p!Allies FINALE! "C'mon. We're going now." "Alright big brother," I said as I took my deadly bat Al gave me and rested it on my shoulder. I knew what was going to happen. We're going after those bad people. The 2ps aren't really that bad actually. For example Matt, Al's brother I met a few weeks back (does that make him my brother too?), goes into the woods from time to time to see if there is any poachers. If they was any, he would either kill them or injure them badly. After I found out that they kill the bad people, I was kind of scared of them at first but now I understand their reasons to kill. Now you may be wondering: How am I still able to be with the 2ps? Well, I worked it out with the originals. Did I threaten them? No, I don't think so. I think I did though. -Flashback- "So, you decided who was the good guys now?" Ig
It was you Hetalia x ReaderRiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing"Ugh... finally!" You mumbled as you hurriedly went out of the classroom."I'm soooooo hungry!!" Your friend Maria complained."Why did the teacher have to extend our period for 10 minutes?! I could have died in hunger!"You sighed heavily as you reach for your locker. A note fell when you opened it."Whats this?" You asked as you begin to unfold it."Ooohh!! What did it say!!? Who's it from!?!?" Maria squealed."Shush!""I've always had a crush on you..Ever since the day we met.I always thought that your cute every time you're embarrassed!"You blushed when you read that part, then you continued reading."If you want to know who I am.... Come and find me ________ ! : )""Huh... Someone has a crush on me..." You said absent-mindedly"Lemme see!!" Maria squealed as she snatched the note from you."Uhuh...uhuh...uhuh...""So do you know who's it from?""Nope but maybe Elizaveta knows! Lets go find her ____ !!""Woah! Why are you so exc
Open Seat: Finland x readerOpen Seat: Finland x reader You looked around and... It looks like you're totally out of luck. Your head drooped in defeat. You ceased your pity-party when your briefcase decided that it couldn't handle this either and exploded all over the ground. You growled in annoyance and began picking up your papers. You jumped slightly when a hand brushed against yours, "Hi, _____! I saw you walk in and drop your things, so I decided to help you out!" You smiled as you realized that it was none other than Finland. The Finnish man returned the smile and continued to help pick up the papers, "Thank you for the help, Fin," you said shyly. He'd always had a knack for getting through to shy people and becoming friends with them, you and Sweden were proof. He was even able to make you into more of a socialite. "You're welcome!" He grinned and picked up the last few pieces of paper, "Here you g- oh wait! Are these the toy ideas you said you were w
Neko!Canada x Reader You were on your way to a pet store to look for a furry friend to keep you company. You had recently been fired from your job, for money issues so your boss had said, and needed something to make you feel better. Arriving at the shelter you walked through the cold winter air and into the building, seeing a guy with brown hair and olive green eyes, standing behind the counter playing with an adult cat. The cat’s face was covered with a brown paper bag with a face drawn on it, it was cute, but in a way, scared you. The man put his attention on you, smiling as you walked to the counter.“Hello ma’am, can I help you with anything today?” he said happily pulling his hand away from the cat as it had gotten annoyed by him. “I’m looking for.....”, you thought about it, had you really not thought it over before coming here, “.. A cat, maybe.” saying the first thing that came to mind.“You seem like a cat person, follow me
Stereotypes During A World Meeting-WHY!It was time for another world meeting, a RIDICULOUSLY out of control one that had all but destroyed the room it was being held in. After watching his fellow nations fighting for almost four hours non-stop, Romano stood up and slammed his hand down on the table before him."EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP! You're all just using idiotic stereotypes to argue with one another!" The Italian yelled, ushering a silence into the room. The silence hung over the room like a thick fog until Austria stood and cleared his throat."You know...I always thought stereotypes were kind of ridiculous. So I wrote a song about it," the man said, handing Romano a piece of sheet music. After staring at the page for what seemed like forever, Romano smirked."And it goes a little something like this. I think I love you more than the Japanese love tentacle porn, and we should dance dance dance d-d-dance to these stereotypes," the older Italian sang, laughing when he saw Japan blush. When the older country glared at hi
2P!F.A.C.E. X Child!Reader - Ch. 1 - This is a 2p story, guys~! So expect some cussing-Except from Oliver, he doesn't use those naughty words- and a bit of violence, too!- Your Father sat you down on the couch, while he paced back and forth in front of you, you didn't move an inch. You knew that if you were to move you would either get yelled at or slapped. You hated to make your father angry. Your arm was still bruised from the last time you had talked back to your father. You weren't that old, you were about seven years old now. You were very smart for your age, but always had a nasty habit of getting in trouble at school and at home. It wasn't your fault, you didn't understand why everyone hated you so much. You were a bit feisty, but people could easily learn to simply ignore it. Sometimes you wished that you could live in a different country completely with a whole new family. Your mother died when you were born, and your father always told you