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2p!America x Male!Reader Part 2America smiled as he watched (y/n), now 10, run around the park with his friends. Canada and England watched as well. "So that's the lad you're interested in Al?" England asked curious. "Yes," America replied.
"....... He looks a lot like....him," Canada said* America frowned. He knew exactly who Canada was talking about. "Matt please don't mention....him." Canada looked at America. ".........sorry." "Oh dear it seems the lad is in trouble," England commented.
America looked back towards (y/n) and saw England was right. A boy around the age of 15 was bullying the 10 year old. America tensed. "I'll be back." Before Canada and England could stop him, America approached the two boys and had the 15 year old pinned down. "You think it's fun to pick on boys younger than you?" America growled.
The 15 year old looked at America in fear. Deciding to take pity, America let the 15 year old get up and run. "T-thanks mister." America turned to the source of the voice and saw a very nervous (y/n). "
Brother!Kirklands x Male!Reader x Germany Part 1*16 years later*
Scotland opened the door to the house. He had been gone for two months and was excited, even though he wouldn't admit it, to see his younger brothers. But he was not prepared for the sight that he saw. The living room was trashed with empty cans of beer scattered on the floor. England, Ireland, and Wales were passed out on the floor while (y/n) was asleep on the couch. Scotland frowned at the passed out nations, but smiled at the sight of (y/n). He remembered when (y/n) first arrived at the Kirkland residence.
*Flashback to 16 years earlier*
England walked back into the house holding a small bundle of blankets. "Who was at the door?" asked Ireland. "I don't know, but whoever it was lest this baby," England replied. At the word baby Wales took the bundle of blankets from England and held it close to his chest. "Who in their right mind would abandon a baby?" Wales questioned. "How the bloody hell am I supposed to know!?" England snapped. The baby started crying after Eng
Father!England x Male!Reader: Forever and AlwaysEngland looked at the small bundle of blankets in his arms. Tears fell down his face silently. His wife had died during child birth, telling the doctors to save the child instead of herself. He closed his eyes. 'I promise to protect and love you (y/n). Forever and always' he silently promised the sleeping baby in his arms.
"Daddy! Uncle Alfred is here!" (y/n) yelled to England.
Grumbling, England opened the door and was startled when America rushed past him and picked (y/n) up.
"Hey little hero!" America said loudly, causing (y/n) to giggle and England to cringe. "Hi Uncle Alfie~" (y/n) said with a smile on his face. Laughing obnoxiously, America started to question (y/n) to see if England had forced him to eat his crappy cooking.
England blushed in embarrassment. "My cooking is perfectly fine!" "It tastes like petrified couch stuffing!" America scoffed. (y/n) giggled and watched England and America fight. He watched them fight for hours and he eventually fell asleep on the cou
Brother!KirKlands x Male!Reader x Germany Part 3*The Next Morning*
England woke up to the door being knocked on repeatedly. Grumbling, he went downstairs and opened the door to reveal the rest of the Allies and the Axis. "What do you want?" the sleepy Brit asked. "We came to get to know (y/n) better," America said, pushing past England. England let the others come in before closing the door. "Well you'll have to wait. He should be up right now but he's probably playing his piano and he doesn't like to be interrupted."
Scotland, Ireland, and Wales came down the stairs and were surprised to see their guests. "What are all of ye doin' here?" Scotland asked. England explained to his brother why they were here. Wales tensed. "Can't you guys wait for the next meeting?" he asked. Before anyone could answer Italy came running to them. "Germany help me! I tried to make pasta but the kitchen is a big mess!" The Kirklands froze. "Alright we got to clean the kitchen before (y/n) comes downstairs," Ireland says.
What they didn't notice though wa
America x Male!Reader: Panda Hero Chapter 1'Where is that idiot?!' Arthur thought. He was currently standing outside the gates of Hetalia World Academy waiting for Alfred. Said idiot was currently running towards Arthur.
"Artie!" Alfred yelled. Arthur scowled.
"Don't call me that you bloody wanker!" he snapped at Alfred as he finally stopped in front of him. Alfred, choosing to ignore the Brit, walked onto the school's campus.
"Dammit, don't ignore me!"
"Hey, Francis!" Alfred yelled. Hearing his name being yelled, said Frenchman ran up to Alfred. He was followed closely by Antonio, Gilbert, Ludwig, Kiku, Feliciano, Ivan, Wang Yao, Matthew, and Lovino.
"Ve~ What are you doing here Alfred?" Feliciano asked him. Alfred smiled.
"I got accepted here," he answered.
"They found a new representative awfully fast," Antonio muttered before giving Alfred a smile. "I trust you understand why you were chosen."
"Nope," Alfred said. "They never told me why."
"They chose you so soon because the old representative for America was found murdered
Brother!Kirklands x Male!Reader x Germany Part 2"You ready?" asked Wales. (y/n) nodded his head and followed his brothers into the hallway and into the meeting room. "England, Scotland, Ireland, and Wales! You're late!" Germany yelled. (y/n) flinched at the loud voice. America walked over laughing. "What happened to you're faces and who is this?" America asked. "What's wrong with our faces!?" England, Ireland, and Wales yelled. "Scottie drew on your faces with a sharpie when you were passed out.
England, Ireland, and Wales chased Scotland out of the meeting room yelling at him and leaving (y/n) alone with nations he never met. "Bastards," (y/n) said. "Who are you?" America asked again. "I'm (y/n)." "What is someone as beautiful as yourself doing with the black sheep of Europe?" France asked. (y/n) blushed at the compliment. "I'm their brother," (y/n) said. France grabbed (y/n)'s hand. "Hello new French territory," he said softly.
Germany heard him and got (y/n) away from France. "Ignore him. He's just a pervert," Germany told (y/n).
Brother!Kirklands x Male!Reader x Germany PrologueIt was a dark night in London. As usual it was raining. A young girl was running down the streets and into alleys trying to find the correct house. Cradled in her arm was a baby, not even a day old. As the girl reached a dead end she cursed softly, which she never did. Going back the way she came, she did her best to protect the child from the rain.
'Where is it?' she thought. She was starting to get desperate to find the house that she searched for.
Eventually she reached the doorstep of the house she was looking for. However, calling it a house was an understatement. It was more of a mansion than anything. As she walked towards the door she looked at the sleeping child in her arms. 'It's for the best' she kept repeating in her head. 'If he knew he would never let me keep you.'
Taking a deep breath she stopped outside the door and gently put the baby on the doorstep. She rang the doorbell before running to hide in the bushes to make sure the baby was taken into the house.
The door ope
Brother!Kirklands x Male!Reader x Germany Part 4*1 Month Later*
It had been a month since (y/n) had seen the other nations. But luckily today was the day of another meeting. Unfortunately his brothers had already abandoned him to talk to other nations. (y/n) sighed. No one seemed to notice him. He felt like Canada at the moment. Sighing again he leaned against the wall. "(y/n).~" (y/n) looked at the owner of the voice. "Bonjour France," he said politely.
France smiled and walked over to him. "Why are you alone?~" France asked. "Cause the bastards I call brothers left me to talk to other nations."
France nodde. "I see," he said before smirking. "I would be honored to keep you company.~" Soon he had (y/n) pinned against the wall. (y/n)'s face turned completely red. "F-France please let me g-go." Suddenly, France was pulled away from (y/n) by a VERY angry Germany. "Vhat do you think you are doing?" Germany asked France while glaring at him.
France screamed and ran away. "Pussy.....," Germany muttered. (y/n) smiled. "Thanks for helping
America x Male!Reader: Panda Hero PrologueIt was night in (random city). The only light coming from the street lamps. If anyone was out the only thing that would have been heard was the rats searching for food. The quiet was eerie and only broken by footsteps and heavy panting.A young man was running from unseen enemies. He had known that what he did was against his gangs rules but didn't think that he would be caught.
"Damn, I knew that was a bad idea," he hissed still running. Suddenly, he was grabbed and yanked into an alley. Through the the darkness he recognized the blue eyes of Matthias staring at him.
"Then why do it?" the Dane asked him. The young man glared at him.
"I don't have to explain myself to you Matthias!"
"You don't. But you do have to explain it to me," said a dark voice.
"Panda Hero!" exclaimed the young man.
Out of the darkness a two men appeared. One was tall and intimidating. The other was shorter than the first. His (h/c) was hidden by the hood of his (f/c) sweater. A devilish smirk was on his pale face
2P! Canada x Male! Reader2P! Canada x Male! Reader
You sighed as your mother helped you into bed, you had been out running with out watching where you where going, you tripped and landed badly on your leg, now there had been a hole in it and you had to stay in bed and have crutches.
"Well then ___, time for you to take those pills the doctor gave you for the bacteria defense, don't want to get that thing infected do we?"
"oh its okay sweetie, i will make sure you will not miss much from school, until you get better you will be home schooled"
"why dose that sound bad in my ears?" your mother giggled and ran her fingers through your (color) hair.
"now ___, don't bend the knee at all okay, don't want to destroy the stitches you got all 14 of them"
"good ill get the pill and some food to take before it so your stomach wont hurt"
"okay mom" she then went out and you sighed, you had a feeling you where going to be bored like hell.
And you where right, you where right now just watching a mov
Call Me, Maybe - 2P!America x Male!Reader[Name] stood at the bar, absentmindedly drying some beer glasses. The bartender sighed, another typical night. Strippers prancing around in the nude, men getting into fist fights, and then there were the sad drunks who kept on complaining about how crappy their life is. Some nights it's be interesting, like underaged teens attempting to buy a drink with a fake ID card. Watching them get into trouble with the police and their parents was always a comical sight.
"Hey, didn't you hear me?! I said I wanted another shot!" A mad had slurred, slamming his hand on the bar counter. It was obvious he was drunk off his ass, which only brought an annoyed scowl to [Name]'s face. "Here." He said, pouring a shot of vodka and passing it to the intoxicated stranger. "Bout time I got my drink." He muttered, gulping it down and walking off. [Name] shook his head and went back to drying glasses.
The man returned again, requesting for another shot. "Sir, I think you've had enough." The bartender said, ster
SweetDevil!AmericaxMale!Reader: A Devil's Love.
For the past six months you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following you. Though, every time you turned around no one was there. You didn't think there was anything special about you; you were just an ordinary guy who lived an ordinary life. The thought was always on your mind that it was hindering your work.
You sighed heavily, rubbing your temples. Why did it have to bother you so much? You were getting frustrated with yourself. "Damnit."
"Hey, (Name), are you feeling alright?" your co-worker asked.
"Yeah I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
"You just seem so out of it lately. I thought something was bothering you."
You shook your head. "Nothing I can't handle."
"You sure? I mean, you can't seem to take orders without standing there for several minutes. You keep it up and you're going to get fired." She replied.
You shrugged your shoulders. What else could you say? You thought you were being stalked and look like a complete and utter sissy who couldn't protect himself? You didn't
America x Male! ReaderAmerica x Male! Reader
Why did i not see it in how he was acting?
Why could i not see the pain and depression in his (color) eyes?
There where so many signs but i did not see them until it was to late, i still remember the day i first saw it but ignored it.
(its a flashback)
I sat down next to ___ on the school bus. His eyes looked like they where happy, but i felt as if i was missing something, something very important but i shrugged it of.
"so ___, dude, how was the weekend?"
"ehh nothing special, same old, same old..." i put in my signature smile but something got my eyes, his wrist had a little scar on it, but it looked new.
"hey ___, what happened with your wrist?"
"oh i landed in a little accident with a book, when i was going to take it from my bag i cut myself by accident, you know, silly me"
"oh... Okay, man those books these days"
Why did i not see it, all the cuts on his wrists, the skipping school and when he was getting sick more often.
Kiss [Germany x Male!Reader]Kiss
Germany x Male!Reader
Staring into the light blue eyes's of the blond haired German man in front of you, you couldn't help but feel as if those eyes were pulling you towards the owner of those hypnotic eyes. It felt almost as if you were in a trance, one that you would never want to break free of, but the said blue eyed German pulled you out of your trance by speaking.
"(Y_n)...is there something on my face?" a bit startled by the German's voice, (man even his thick German accent was having an affect on you)waving your hands around you yelled. "Wh-what? No, no there's nothing on your face Mr...Mr... um.." the German sighed, as if he's dealt with this on more than one occasion. "Ludwig... Ludwig Belischmidt."
"Ah, I apologize for not knowing your name Mr. Belischmidt." checking out the books that Ludwig wanted to check out, all three books being manuals about something related to relationships and kissing. A small chuckle rolled off your tongue ca
PrussiaxMale!Reader: Beyond Friends.
Gilbert Beilschmidt had always been a close friend of yours and the two of you hang out whenever you had gotten the chance. However, when it came to being 'friends' at school it was unlikely that he'd pay much attention to you. The reason being that he and his friends Antonio Fernandez Carriedo and Francis Bonnefoy made up the group the Bad Touch Trio; a group of bullies of sorts. You didn't mind being ignored by him all that much during school as long afterwards, Gilbert belonged to you.
As usual, you were waiting for him outside of the school gates; you always liked waiting for him to part from Antonia and Francis. Hearing his usual 'kesese' type of laugh, you looked peered into the gates. A disheartened look crossed your face, seeing the platinum blonde German walking and talking with a girl. It wasn't that you disapproved of him having friends besides you, Antonio, and Francis but you had never expected that he would 'stand you up' for a girl. You backed away from the gates, hoping
Waking Up [2P!England x Male!Reader]Oliver sighed happily as he wrapped a gentle yet possessive arm around the tiny waist of his sleeping boyfriend, pressing their bodies even closer together than they already were. Early morning sunlight softly streamed in from the closed, silk white curtains, illuminating the bare skin of the occupants in the room's bed with an ethereal glow. Soft, even breaths escaped the still sleeping male's slightly parted lips, his pale chest slowly rising and falling with each one he took. All in all, it was heavenly.
Another happy sigh escaped Oliver as he nuzzled the [h/c] hair of the man in his arms, his lips planting little kisses all over the top of said man's head. Last night had been so wonderful, so magical, that as soon as his beloved woke from his slumber, he wished to relive it all over again. That is, if his sweet little poppet's arse wasn't too sore.
No sooner did Oliver think this did his love slowly wake, his body slightly shifting against Oliver's as he did. "...O-Ollie?"
Favorite Color [ Male!Belarus x Male!Reader ]Contains:
Male!Belarus x Male!Reader
The smell of wax lingered in the air; well that's what happens when you use crayons. Not that you really cared, but the boy whose sitting next to you seems to be suffering greatly. His hand covering his nose, his almost neon purple eyes glaring at you (as usual), while his silver/blond colored hair seemed to be standing on end.
Deciding that it would be best to ignore him, you did just that. Scribbling on your paper all the while the boy beside you planned out your death. Cursing you for using the horrid smelling wax colors while he was sitting next to you, not sure how much more he could take he continued to sit there watching you, seeing as how every few seconds you were stealing a glance of him, he could steal a glance or two at you .right?
The sound of your purple crayon sliding across the paper was driving the boy next to you up the wall. Nickolai, that's the boy's name, turning your attention to hi
Bet (America X Geeky!Male!Reader)
(Name) groaned as he walked to P.E., his least favorite period, but second to last one until he was free for winter break. The male was an average "video game geek" or just "geek" as he loved to play all sorts of games and was very well at his studies. Recently new to Hetalia High, he was flocked by girls the moment he stepped through the door. I mean, who wouldn't? Soft (h/c) locks that shined, (e/c) eyes that were behind glasses, and he was lean as he ate well with intelligence to match. You wouldn't believe this handsome young man was bullied in the last school, pushed to the ground all the time, teased. It was all because of what he was loved (video games) and...he was bisexual. Yep, (Name) loved and appreciated both genders! Now he was scared to tell anyone in case the bullying happens again so he kept quiet about it unless somebody directly asked.
Sighing, he jostled his way to his locker, waving to some of his friends. After changing, he set off to P.E. speaking with some of his
2p America x Male!Reader(y/n) panted as he ran through the house. For once he was scared of the one he loved. He ran into a closet hoping America wouldn't find him. It seemed God wasn't on his side. America pulled him out of the closet and grinned at him. "Hello babe."
America's vision went red as he began to hit (y/n) with his bat. When the red left his vision America realized what he had done. (y/n)'s (h/c) was matted with blood. The blood was still coming from a crack in his skull. "What have I done?"
America stood in front of (y/n)'s grave. It had been five years since America had killed him. Although some of the other 2ps tried to make him feel better it didn't help. (y/n) was gone and no one could change that fact.
"Excuse me sir are you alright?" America looked to his right and saw a young boy with (h/c) and (e/c) eyes. He couldn't have been older than five. "I'm fine," Alfred said. "Then why are you crying?" the boy asked. America blinked and for the first time noticed the tears going down
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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