Reader x Hetalia - The Miracle of the 11:11 Wish! by Nightsevera, literature
Literature
Reader x Hetalia - The Miracle of the 11:11 Wish!
Reader x Hetalia –
The Miracle of the 11:11 Wish! Intro
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PLEASE READ! This is an Intro!! So there will hopefully be others to follow. Ok, I’m always staying up late and I find myself making a wish at the 11:11pm mark. Thinking to myself I had an idea for a probably big series with a lot of the hetalia characters. I will be doing the characters I know well first before I get to the characters I don’t know too
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It was currently 11pm and the f
Heartbeat. Norway x Reader by empressoflibraria, literature
Literature
Heartbeat. Norway x Reader
A single pulsation of the heart, at often times Lukas would wonder if he had one.
The most logical person questions himself if he had a heartbeat is utterly ridiculous, isn't it? His past girlfriends would always say that he's "a robot" for not having the heart to love them back. His heart would not beat at all, but some sort of machine that'll keep on regulating his blood and oxygen, as they would say.
Maybe he believes them or maybe they were just using the "love" excuse that all they care about was getting close to his brothers. Maybe... just maybe... he doesn't know how to love someone after all.
How would he know, though?
Dirty Shirts (Levi x Fem!Reader) by JEluvs2laugh, literature
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Dirty Shirts (Levi x Fem!Reader)
The day had been going on as usual. The cadets were training, Hanji was working on her crazy experiments, and Levi hadn’t even yelled at you that day.
“(first)!!”
Scratch that...
“(first) you’d better get you ass out here before I hunt you down! I know it was you who did this!” Levi did not sound happy, not that he ever does, but today he seemed extremely pissed off for some reason. But what was it? What could you have done that could make him so ma- ohhhh no...
“I’m gonna die,” you thought to yourself. All the memories came flooding back of that horrible, but ‘handsome’ ni
(Father!DenmarkXDaughter!Reader) For the Love... by CanadianTurtle, literature
Literature
(Father!DenmarkXDaughter!Reader) For the Love...
~For the Love of a Daughter~(Father!Denmark X Daughter!Reader)
You barely remember those years, but the memory is still there, fuzzy but there. How your father used to be when you were 3 and younger. Blond hair styled up in the most gravity-defying way, blue eyes always sparkling with happiness, strong body and arms that promised protection for his family, and a grin that you could never forget. A smile that spoke love, pride, and just pure elation whenever it was directed to anybody he cared about. How his laugh could cause even Uncle Lukas to sometimes smile, then he's choke him with his tie. You remember the days you called him, "Daddy" wi
Han Drakk Alene - DenNor by Yolapeoples, literature
Literature
Han Drakk Alene - DenNor
The bartender sighed, throwing his towel over his shoulder in resignation. The front door, a rather new-looking slab of wood since the last one had been cracked in two about a week ago, opened quietly and the barman looked up.
"Oh good." he said thankfully, seeing who it was, not that he couldn't guess as there were only so many patrons who treated the old hinges and worn doorknob with respect. "You're here."
The man nodded to him in silent greeting.
It was always the same routine; tonight was no different. It was hours after any decent closing time, and the two shared no pleasantries.
Instead, the bartender would flick his towel down
"Norway?" asked Denmark, slightly unsure. "Are you alright?"
Norway fumed slightly at the stupidity of Denmark then decided it wasn't worth it. He continued walking away from Denmark with the usual poker face, but with unusual tears. Denmark and he had just been going for walk but they promised to be silent so Norway wouldn't hit Denmark. But of course Denmark broke this almost as soon as they left the house. All had been well and fine until Denmark asked why Norway always hit him. Norway had just begun walking away.
"Because you're an idiot," Norway finally answered, turning around on the park's path to face Denmark.
"Am I really that muc
NorwayxDenmark dance scene confession by Pagiechan, literature
Literature
NorwayxDenmark dance scene confession
A small blonde stood quietly against the wall as everyone around him was dancing. He wore a dark blue button up and a black suit and tie. He stood there and watched the happy countries while he stood alone until a tall blonde came up to him.
The tall blonde stuck out his hand. His usually messy blonde hair was slicked back nicely and his shirt was actually buttoned correctly. He wore a deep red silk button up shirt under a clean black blazer. A red rose filled the pocket and looked untouched. A big smile crossed his face as he looked to the smaller blonde and said "Dance with me Norge."
Norway blushed slightly. He didn't reply he just
He was brash and dangerous. He was full of energy. He was bursting with happiness, pride. He smelt like the ocean with a tint of beer. His voice was low and smooth, with the heavy accent smothering every word he said. He could kill a man with his bare hands. Then later that day, could hold a fairytale in his hands, flipping the pages, and reading the story aloud as if he was a child. He was confident, his confidence practically oozed off of him. You could feel it in the air. His attitude could change at the drop of a hat.
Yet, the younger nation he had known since he was a child was completely different.
He was reserved and calm. He rarely
"Lukie got a job?" Denmark asked in confusion.
Tino smiled. "Yep, he didn't tell you?"
Mathias shook his head. "He told me nothing about getting a new job. I thought he was still a model."
"Oh he still is modeling," Tino said, "But do you seriously think he would stay in front of the camera all day everyday?" When Mathias shook his head, Tino grinned.
"Mama!" Peter called as the five-year-old micronation ran into the room, "I'm late!"
Finland knelt by the little boy, fixing his messy shirt. "Late to what, Peter?"
"Daycare!" Peter whined.
Tino chuckled softly, brushing his unruly hair back lovingly. "You don't go to daycare, sweetie. Th
Much To Do With Admiration-DenNor by REFREAK111, literature
Literature
Much To Do With Admiration-DenNor
Previous explorations left Lukas Bondevik as close to seclusion as possible. He was damaged, well, his heart, and crestfallen by the prodding humiliation of betrayal and romance. It seemed so wonderful back then, when he was just a naive, young boy that could peek over at a sweet girl with a blossoming smile and wave, and she would blush and giggle at him as often they would. But once he hit high school, the world had stabbed him in the back with love's careless revenge, and after so long of painful tears and remorse, karma had finally hit Lukas hard.
It wasn't until months later that Lukas truly forgot about his harsh break-up, wh