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You just loved Saturdays. It was one of the only days of the week when you were able to whatever you wanted. You didn't have to wake up early, get out of your pajamas, and you got to spend hours on end watching shitty movies on Netflix! Who wouldn't love Saturdays? You laid on your couch, cuddling into your blanket while staring at the TV screen. The movie you had chosen was some cheesy rom-com, which was absolutely terrible, yet it had a four-star rating. The main character was currently whining about having to choose between two guys. It made you laugh, only wishing you could experience those types of issues. But alas, no one wanted to Net

Oh, the joys of being gay. Your female friends were quick to ask you about guy advice, and you would happily oblige. Being a man yourself, you obviously knew your own kind. That is until you had met Gilbert Beilschmidt. The day you met the Prussian was forever engraved in your mind. Francis had been telling you about his latest fling, while you had listened. You honestly could not care less about his latest girlfriend, but you were friends with the Frenchman. He had to listen to you gush on about guys, so it was only right for you to listen to him gush about girls. "Oh {M/n}, she is the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on!" Franc

One of the benefits of being 'sick' is being able to skip out on Germany's training. That man had no idea how hard he pushes everyone. Your body was aching from yesterday, so you had to find a way out of today's session. Surprisingly, Ludwig had allowed you to sleep in. When first meeting Ludwig, you were scared of him. Most people are. But once you had gotten to know him better, you felt immense guilt for judging him. You decided to stay in your pajamas today. It would take too much effort to change, and it was your 'day off'. The boys would be out for the rest of the afternoon, so that gave you free reign of the house. You had absolutely

Oh, the joys of being gay. Your female friends were quick to ask you about guy advice, and you would happily oblige. Being a man yourself, you obviously knew your own kind. That is until you had met Gilbert Beilschmidt. The day you met the Prussian was forever engraved in your mind. Francis had been telling you about his latest fling, while you had listened. You honestly could not care less about his latest girlfriend, but you were friends with the Frenchman. He had to listen to you gush on about guys, so it was only right for you to listen to him gush about girls. "Oh {M/n}, she is the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on!" Franc

After awhile we made a beet stew with vegetables. I knew Green would like it since it was our mother’s recipe. Green loved when I made it. It brought us back to when we were five when we lost our mother and father, but that’s a story for another time. (Name) ate hers and I cleaned up the kitchen as she ate. “This is amazing, Leaf. Green said your cooking was the best and it is,” she said. I felt happy to get that praise. “You really like it?” I asked. She came over with an empty bowl. “More please,” she said. I dried off my hands and gave her more. “It’s really good. Maybe the bes

It was a nice warm day in Ponyville, the sun was shining and there where only a few clouds in the sky that the Weather Patrol where taking care of. In the mist of it was and (coat color/s) mare with (main/tail color/s) with (e/c) eyes, she was a (pony type) and had lived in Ponyville for a few years now. She had a lot of friends, like the hyper Pinkie Pie. The hard working Applejack. The sweet and shy Big Mac and Fluttershy, and many more. Today was the day this mare was going to tell her very special somepony about her feelings, to day was that day! But what she seen when she went looking the red stallion broke her hear, she saw him with Che

You were always a county girl, and considering who your boyfriend was, it only got worse. Well, worse in a good way. You guys would wake up at the crack of dawn, dress in similar clothes which consisted of a red flannel shirt, blue jeans for him and blue jean shorts for you, and brown cowboy boots. Picking vegetables and fruits were the norm. But there's one fruit that Mac loved to eat, and that was apples. You didn't understand why he liked the red fruit so much. You weren't particularly fond of apples, but the way he tried to feed apple slices to you was kind of cute. "C'mon, [Your Name]! Open that pretty lil mouth, 'cuz here comes the tra

Summary: Anime/Fandom: Hetalia Prussia x Male!Reader One Shot Gift for blueskystarlight (https://www.deviantart.com/blueskystarlight) I can't think of a title, wow, go me. Warnings: Bad language. It wasn't hard to tell that [Male Name] was in a little bit of a rush. The way he seemed to be tripping over his feet and clambering to keep a hold of the paper sheets in his arms was the dead give away, but it wasn't those factors that Gilbert had noticed at first. The Prussian was more concerned about the way [Male Name]'s [hair colour] locks fluttered slightly as he stumbled, or the way his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, or even the way his [eye colour] seemed to shine with a su

You are the country of (c/n). You currently live under Austria's rule alongside Chibitalia as a maid. Today Austria's making you clean extra hard for he's having guests over for lunch. You heard him say something about an annoying guy and a girl with a frying pan but your aren't sure yourself. You're sweeping the kitchen as you hear the front door open. Austria opens it to reveal Miss Hungary and a man with white hair and red eyes. You've met Miss Hungary before. She comes over to visit Chibitalia and has dressed him up in her clothes, causing Holy Rome to almost drool at the site of him. You're pretty sure Holy Rome doesn't know Chibitalia's

Russia x Male!Reader- Glasses? [M/n] was walking home one day after a long day spent at Gakuen Hetalia. His friend, Ivan had seemed to disappear every time the [H/c] boy entered the room. Really the [E/c] boy was worried about his friend. Suddenly he bumped into someone and stumbled backwards, landing on the hard concrete. "Oh! I am so sorry подсолнечник, I'll help you up, da?" A familiar voice said. "Ivan?" "Da?" "Why are you wearing [F/c or Russian flag colored] glasses?" [M/n] asked. "Ah... The glasses, they..." Ivan's voice trailed off. "They what? I don't want to gue

You pulled your hand out and looked at your palm. It was.... A FUCKING PIECE OF BARBED WIRE STUCK IN YOUR HAND! NO WONDER IT HURT! You swear you almost screeched when you saw it. Having a piece of metal stuck in your hand and gushing blood wasn’t exactly something normal or something to stay calm about. But of course who other than James to come to the rescue and walk up to you. He was experienced with barbed wire, he should be able to help with this. Without a word he grabbed your wrist, tight enough to slow blood flow but not enough to hurt you, and dragged you to the nearest bathroom. You followed obediently, without a word also,